“What I want to do to you, Abby, is not just sex. I’m going to teach you how to please me. You’re going to suck my tits and my pussy and make me cum. And you’re going to enjoy doing it. Then I’m going to make your body sing my praises. I will know every inch of your body, touch you everywhere, and make you cum with my fingers and my tongue. Then I’ll straddle you and rub your wetness against mine until you cum again. If you have more energy after that, I’m going to wear my strap-on and fuck you with my silicone dick.
You’re going to scream my name like they all do. And by the time I’m done with you, you will get wet every time you think of me. I’ll fuck you so good that you will do anything for me to fuck you again. You will beg for the opportunity to pleasure my body. So, I ask again. Are you sure you want this?”
While she was talking, she pulled up the lingerie to expose her trimmed pussy, wetness glinting as she stroked herself. I was so horny and wet—wetter than I’ve ever been. Taking my eyes off her pussy long enough to meet her eyes, I confirm in a lust-filled voice, “Yes, I want this.”
Her grin was predatory, and her gaze promised to do dirty things to me.
“Strip.”
I scrambled to follow her order. She hadn’t touched me yet but I already felt owned.
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I felt a little self-conscious when I stood before her in the nude, but I swallowed the nervousness and stood up straighter when I saw how she was staring at my body with barely unleashed desire. It gave me more confidence.
“Come here,” she ordered, and I walked over to her, horny and ready for what she had in store for me. I was so wet and she hadn’t even touched me yet.
She pulled me down onto her lap and brought her hands to either side of my face, pulling my head closer.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” she whispered against my lips before kissing me softly.
I hadn’t expected that. I had expected hot and hard, but she gave me sensual. Her impossibly soft lips moved against mine in an erotic but soft movement. When I felt her tongue probing for entry, I opened my mouth and allowed the invasion. I gasped at the change in the tone of the kiss when her tongue touched mine, moaning when I felt her hands palming my breasts.
She kissed me harder, her tongue rolling in my mouth. It wasn’t surprising that she would be an expert kisser, making me moan from just a kiss. I couldn’t believe that I was in such close proximity to her heavy breasts. I tried to touch them, but she held my hands firmly back. I didn’t have permission to touch her yet.
I was so incredibly turned on that I started to move against her leg, trying to get more friction. It felt so good, but she pulled me back. “Stop that.”
When the sharp order caused more juices to coat my sex, I realised how much I had been craving to be dominated. My whole body was tingling, more aroused than ever.
“This first time, I’m going to make you feel good for free. Next time, you’re going to have to earn it. Understood?”
I nodded eagerly.
“Your words, baby. Always give me your words,” she scolded.
The way she said the word “baby” filled me with warmth and the feeling of being owned.
“Yes, I understand,” I answer in a voice hoarse with desire.
“Good. Now, let me enjoy you.”
She fondled my breasts a little harder than before, flicking the hardened nubs. I moaned in pleasure, loving the feel of her bigger hands swallowing my breasts and her thumbs flicking my nipples. The intensity of her touch—right on the edge of pain—was so good that I was afraid I would embarrass myself by cumming just from her playing with my breasts.
I wanted to touch her too, to fondle those full breasts that I have been secretly eyeing for ages. I had never been with a woman before, but I knew I wanted to worship her breasts. Now that I had allowed myself to accept the promise of pleasure she offered, my mouth was watering to lick her mounds and suck on her nipples. But she hadn’t given me permission, so I knew better than to take liberties.
She pulled away from our kiss, and I gasped when I felt her mouth on my nipples. She alternated between each breast, fondling, licking, and sucking. It felt so good that I didn’t want it to stop. She hadn’t touched my pussy yet, and I was so wet from her ministrations on my boobs and an anticipation of what it would feel like to have Linda touch me there—to have her fingers fucking me and her tongue licking me like she had been doing to the other girls. The memories from her encounters with the others and one particularly hard suck on my nipples made me gasp loudly, and I almost came right there. But my owner hadn’t given me permission to cum, and I wanted to hold on to my orgasm for as long as possible. I wanted this encounter to last, so I couldn’t cum even before she touched my pussy.
I was half-relieved and half-bereft when she pulled back to stare at me. “You taste sweet, but we have a lot to do.”
She pulled me off her lap and rose with me, motioning at her king-sized bed.
“Get on the bed and spread yourself for me.”
The order sent another rush of desire through me, and I scrambled to obey. I was too horny then to be self-conscious as I lay on her bed and spread my legs in a lewd invitation.
She finally ditched her nightgown and walked over to me, eyes feasting on my spread body in a predatory manner. I was as desperate to be her prey, and I wondered at the back of my mind the power she held that made women crave her dominance. I licked my lips as I stared at her body, looking forward to being ordered to bring it pleasure.
I watched her with barely restrained desire as she moved over me, sliding her nipples against mine in a practiced move that caused a moan to escape from my lips. She stopped and moved lower to suck my nipples again, rolling her tongue around my nipples and sucking. When she pulled back again, she looked into my dilated eyes and then brought her fingers to my lips, spreading them. “Open.”
I obeyed instantly, giving her access to my mouth.
“Lick. Sensually.”
More liquid pooled from my centre as I licked her fingers like a dick, using my tongue as skilfully as I could.
“Suck.”
I sucked her fingers, loving it when she fucked my mouth with it, starting slowly and then gaining momentum. I sucked her fingers with relish, more turned on when she became more aggressive. I moaned my displeasure when she pulled them out of my mouth, then gasped when I felt two of them probing my wet slit. I was so wet that her fingers slipped in effortlessly, and then she proceeded to finger me in a way I had never experienced before, even by myself. When I thought it couldn’t get better, she proved me wrong and bent over me, using both her lips and fingers, sucking and licking me with abandon. I was in pleasure heaven, not wanting it to end but also longing to find that high peak.
For a second, through the fog of pleasure clouding my mind, I wondered fleetingly if what she was doing with her tongue was legal. Surely this much pleasure couldn’t be. I had been eaten before by previous lovers, but this was different. It was incredible, and I knew that I would do anything to earn it again, as she had said. I felt myself climbing higher and higher, almost at the peak of my pleasure. She must have realised that from the sounds I was making because she stopped abruptly and looked up at me.
“Don’t cum yet. I have a lot more I want to do with you.”
I whimpered, wanting desperately to cum but also wanting the “more” she was promising.
“Women can generally have multiple orgasms, but some girls become oversensitised too soon and need some time to recover after each orgasm. Not as much as men, of course, but you get the gist. I’m not sure where you will fall yet. What is the longest time you’ve had sex with a partner?”
I tried to think through the horniness blocking the formation of sensible thought.
“I’m not sure,” I finally answered, “maybe thirty minutes?”
My answer came more like a question than a statement, but she nodded.
“How many times did you cum?”
I made another valiant attempt to think through the desire. “Maybe twice.”
She nodded again. “I can work with that.”
She went down on my pussy again, licking my swollen labia and eating me out with what could only be expert skills. This time, she ate me out until I came into her mouth with a loud scream of her name. I had never cum that hard before, and I wondered greedily how often I could have that. I was still in the throes of my orgasm, but I couldn’t wait for the next.
Linda moved up to kiss me, making me taste my juices on her tongue. I moaned into her mouth, relishing the taste. She kissed me for a while, softly at first, before adding more pressure. I loved kissing her, moaning as she sucked my tongue. She was so good at this, and it was no wonder that she had so many women wrapped around her finger.
After a last lingering kiss, she pulled back. “Want to feel really good, baby?”
“Yes, please,” I answered, another throbbing starting from my core.
“So polite,” she murmured, caressing my face. “You’re going to be such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
Another rush of wetness at her calling me a good girl.
I wanted to be a good girl for her. I wanted to worship her body and make her proud. The extent of my submissiveness for this woman shocked me, but there was nobody else that elicited such deep desire and submission from me.
“Yes, yes, goddess. I’ll be your good girl.”
I didn’t know where that came from, but I didn’t know what to call her. Mistress sounded wrong somehow, and as I started at her beauty, unreal body, and the air of strong energy around her, Goddess was the only thing I could think of. And I wanted so badly to be her adoring subject.
She moved away but didn’t protest the name I called her, so I assumed that it was okay.
“Sit up.”
I did as she asked and held my breath in anticipation as she positioned us, scissoring her leg with mine.
“You good?”
“Per–fect,” I stuttered, getting wetter as anticipation built.
“Good.”
She began to move, and at the first touch of her clit against mine, I gasped at how wonderful it felt.
“Fuck, fuck. That’s so good, Linda. Fuck, goddess. It feels so good. Oooh. Mmmm!”
My words were coming out in short gasps as she rubbed harder, intensifying the pleasure coursing through my whole body. I mimicked her movement, gasping at the pleasure. She was moaning too, but her sounds of pleasure were drowned out by my loudness.
“Yes! Oh yes. Fuck, right there. Goddess, this feels so good. Make me your slut, goddess.”
I was moaning so loudly, delirious with pleasure. Words were escaping from my mouth without filtering through my brain first. That was how far gone I was. I forgot my name and where I was. The only thing I could focus on was the intense pleasure of our wetness rubbing against each other. At that point, I would have given her access to all my bank accounts if she had asked. I had truly become the screamer in her bed, owned by the sex goddess that was Linda.
I came with a loud scream, shocked by the intensity of my orgasm and the liquid that gushed out of me.
When I came back to earth, I registered that the room smelt of sex, and I loved it. Spent, I lay back on the bed with a smile on my face, cuddled against my roommate.
“Thank you, goddess. I didn’t even know I could do that.”
She chuckled. “You’re welcome, baby. I had a wonderful time too. You’re such a responsive little slut, aren’t you? I can’t wait to play with you more.”
I was tired, but my greedy little clit twitched when she called me a little slut. The name aroused and reawakened my desire.
She must have registered my growing interest in more, because she chuckled again. “Not tonight, baby. You’re exhausted, and you have lectures in the morning. We will have more fun later.”
Damn, I had forgotten that I had lectures in the morning.
I think I thanked her again, but I don’t recall the exact words I used. The last thought I remember before slipping into a deep sleep was that I should have accepted her offer a long time ago.
