Friday Rituals: Part VII

I fell down in a crouch, breathing deeply. I was sore, sexually unsatisfied, and broken down.
As a slave should be.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I lifted my head.

Lysistrata unbuckled her strap-on. She laid it on the floor next to me, and lifted me up.
And kissed me full on the mouth.

It was my first kiss with a woman. Her breasts were hot against mine. We were both sweaty, but the sweat added to our desire. She pulled my hair out of its French twist, and grabbed me by my hair. She now was in control.

I sucked on her tongue, and nibbled on her bottom lip. I pushed her hair out of the way, and kissed and suckled and nibbled on her pale white neck. She smelled so fucking good. I was crazy, my head was spinning.

I slid down, to feast on the breasts that I had stared at earlier. The amber nipples that beckoned my mouth to feed on them. I took one between my teeth, and pulled slightly. I heard Lysistrata gasp. Her hand clutched my hair harder. She shoved my head down to her pussy. I gladly let her push me.

She fell back on the large pillow, and I pushed her legs apart. The dripping honey was beautiful. I leaned my face in, and for the first time in my life, tasted another woman.
I spread her lips, and pushed my face in. I wanted to feel her cum on my face. She moaned and grabbed my face, pulled it into her harder. I took the hint. I began licking her pussy, seeking the clit. I wanted to make Lysistrata scream in ecstasy. I needed to know I bring another woman to the edge of heaven and send her reeling.

I pulled at the hood, and her clit sprang out. It was pink and hard, her own little cock protected from the ravages of the world. I gently sucked on it between my lips. Lysistrata was grinding her hips, and thrashing. I didn’t know if I could stay with her.

“Suck me, goddammit!” I readjusted the hood covering the pink treasure and sucked again.

Lysistrata arched her back, moaned like a banshee and ground her pussy against her face. Cum covered my chin, and I licked her clean. Absolutely fucking beautiful. I wish I had a video of it.

By now, I was sopping wet.

“Lay on your stomach,” she said hoarsely.

I did as she said, and she began massaging my ass with her body. I could feel her nipples on my cheeks, her hands working up the backs of my thighs, spreading my cheeks as if she were going to touch my pussy, but then backing off. I moaned. I couldn’t much more teasing.
She was kissing and biting my lower back, down to my ass. My legs spread apart. I wanted to giver her easy access to every inch of me. She spread my cheeks, pulled up on my hips to lift them, and began licking me from my ass to my pussy. I spread my legs as far as a human could possibly spread them.

She slid two fingers in, and I could hear how wet I was.

“Roll over,” she directed, and in a second I was on my stomach. She grabbed the dildo that had been in my pussy, took off the condom, and inserted it. She looked up at me and winked. “I’ll pay for this one and keep it just for you.”

She pushed my legs apart. I was wide open and exposed to her. As she stroked the inside of my pussy with the dildo, she pulled up on the hood covering my clit and sucked on me. The double ecstasy of being fucked and being sucked was golden. I arched my back and spread my legs more. If I could have absorbed her inside of me I would have.

I closed my eyes and replayed the whole afternoon in a flash. Some of my darkest fantasies were now reality. The beautiful woman fucking me and sucking my clit was taking me to my final destination.

The orgasm built, and when it came, I screamed in joy. I also ejaculated. I didn’t believe women could actually do that, but I did. The evidence was on Lysistrata’s beautiful pale face.
I gingerly sat up, and began licking my cum off of her. I kissed her, and sucked on that pouty bottom lip.

“Your time is almost up. You have just enough time to get dressed.”

We stood up. I didn’t know what to say.

“Don’t say anything. Just get dressed. Go on with your life. See you in two weeks?”

“Yes. In two weeks."

I walked downstairs, leaving Lysistrata to clean up the dungeon.