01-07-2019, 08:29 PM
"Huh, you can do a lot better than that."
"Puh please, I need it so bad mistress. I'm so horny. Please help me."
"Tell me how much of a slut you are. Tell me about how wet your dirty pussy is."
"I'm such a slut mistress and my pussy is so wet. Please mistress, I need it so bad."
"Put your fingers in your pussy slut, and tell me how wet your cunt is."
I slid two fingers deep into my silky hot cauldron. "It's dripping wet mistress. I'm soaked." And it wasn't a lie, I was gonna need a mop if this continued.
"Take your fingers out and put them in your mouth."
My fingers made a squelching noise when I pulled them out and when I brought them up to look at them, they were coated in a milky white cream. If I hadn't been so horny, I probably would have thought it was disgusting, but instead, my mouth watered and I quickly shoved both fingers in and licked the sticky mess off. Hell, I had already had pissy panties and Emma's pussy lips in my mouth, what was so bad about my own pussy juices.
Emma kneeled down in front of me, then leaned her face in close to my heated pussy. I was sure that she was going to finally lick me, but she put her nose in close and breathed in loudly.
"Mmm, I love the smell of horny cunt." She said looking up at me and winking. At that moment in time, I thought she was the most beautiful, sexy vixen on the planet and I wanted her so badly. I watched her smile, open her mouth, and stick her long tongue out. My whole body was trembling from excitement as the tip of her tongue grazed my lips. Forgetting about my sore posterior, I slid forward in an attempt to push my vagina onto her tongue, but she backed up, then wagged her finger at me, telling me not to do that.
I sat still and waited for Emma to move forward again and begin licking me. She was taking her sweet time and obviously enjoying making me sweat. I so wanted to grab her hair and yank her into my pussy like she did to me, but that would completely blow the whole submissive vibe I had going, and I was kinda liking that.
When she finally started to lick me again, I held my breath as she slowly pushed me closer to orgasm. Then she stopped again, making me whimper and I had to control the urge to snap at her.
"What do you have for toys?" She asked me.
"Huh? What do you mean?" I honestly was taken by surprise when she asked that and didn't know what she was asking.
"Vibrators, dildos, double dongs, anal plugs, butterflies, rabbits, bullets, what do you have for toys?"
"Oh, uh well I..." I do have a few toys, but I've always been very self conscious of my toys and I was rather embarrassed to show her. I could feel my face turning red as I blushed furiously.
"You do have at least a fucking vibrator don't you?" She asked, seeming aggravated that I wasn't answering her.
"Um I..." I was flustered and my shame was evident on my face.
Emma stood up and walked away down the hall. I sat up in confusion, wondering if I had done something to piss her off. I watched as she swung open the spare room door, flipped on the light, then shut it off and moved on to the next door which was the master bedroom. She swung the door open, flipped on the light, and walked into the room. At that point I quickly jumped to my feet and rushed down the hallway to my bedroom.
As I went around the corner into my room, Emma was going through my husband's dresser, pawing through the top drawer.
"What are you doing?" I yelped, and rushed around the bed to pull her away.
Emma spun around just before I could get to her and put her finger up in front of my face. "I asked you a question and I'm still waiting for an answer. If you can't show me where you keep your toys, I'll dig around until I find them." She turned back to the dresser and opened the second drawer.
"Wait, I'll get it." I said. I couldn't let her disturb my husband's things any more than she already had, he was the type of person to notice things were moved around. I went over to my closet, opened the door and turned on the light overhead. Then I reached up to the top shelf and took down a shoe box that was in front, to expose a metal lock box out behind, which I had to stand on my tiptoes reach. I pulled the lock box down, put the shoe box back, shut the light and closed the door. When I turned back to Emma, she was staring at me with wide eyes.
"You seriously keep your toys locked up in the back of your closet?" She asked incredulously.
Okay, let me explain. For one, I didn't buy the toys that I owned, they were all gifts from my friends at my bridal shower, and I had thought of them as gag gifts. They served their purpose of making me blush and making all the other woman at the party whoop and laugh, but once everyone had left, I had put them in a box and tried to forget about them. It's not that I'm a prude or anything, I'm just not really into masturbating. I don't answer Emma, just get the key from my nightstand and unlock the box. Once it's unlocked, I push it over so she can open it.
As Emma takes the box and opens it, I see the corners of her mouth curl up and her eyebrows arch. She reaches in and pulls out the pink dildo. It is seven inches long and made of a soft jelly and shaped like a cock with a big set of balls. She swings it around for a few seconds before tossing it aside and reaching back in for the next item, a small but powerful vibe. She turns it on but nothing happens because I never inserted the batteries.
Setting the vibe aside, Emma then reached for the last toy in the box. This one was the most embarrassing one of all, and when she picked it up, she had a big grin on her face. It was a beaded anal probe, with gradually increasing bead size, from very small on the end to 'Oh my God' on the bottom, followed by a large ring so you could pull the thing back out.
"Oh we are going to have fun with these." She said, setting the anal vibe with the others. The batteries to the toys were in the box also and she dumped them out before putting the now empty box on my nightstand.
"Put the batteries in slave." Emma ordered, and as I began doing that, she started looking around my bedroom. I was eyeing her as she went to my closet, opened the door and turned on the light. Two robes hung from a hook on the inside of the door and she yanked out the belts from both. She shut the light and moved to the other dresser in the room, which was mine.
"What are you looking for...mistress?" I asked as she opened the top drawer and began pawing through my stuff. I hated that she was snooping through my private things, even if it was only my underwear and bras, and I had to fight the urge to go pull her away and tell her to leave. In a very short time since I met her, she was learning secrets about me that my husband didn't even know.
"Puh please, I need it so bad mistress. I'm so horny. Please help me."
"Tell me how much of a slut you are. Tell me about how wet your dirty pussy is."
"I'm such a slut mistress and my pussy is so wet. Please mistress, I need it so bad."
"Put your fingers in your pussy slut, and tell me how wet your cunt is."
I slid two fingers deep into my silky hot cauldron. "It's dripping wet mistress. I'm soaked." And it wasn't a lie, I was gonna need a mop if this continued.
"Take your fingers out and put them in your mouth."
My fingers made a squelching noise when I pulled them out and when I brought them up to look at them, they were coated in a milky white cream. If I hadn't been so horny, I probably would have thought it was disgusting, but instead, my mouth watered and I quickly shoved both fingers in and licked the sticky mess off. Hell, I had already had pissy panties and Emma's pussy lips in my mouth, what was so bad about my own pussy juices.
Emma kneeled down in front of me, then leaned her face in close to my heated pussy. I was sure that she was going to finally lick me, but she put her nose in close and breathed in loudly.
"Mmm, I love the smell of horny cunt." She said looking up at me and winking. At that moment in time, I thought she was the most beautiful, sexy vixen on the planet and I wanted her so badly. I watched her smile, open her mouth, and stick her long tongue out. My whole body was trembling from excitement as the tip of her tongue grazed my lips. Forgetting about my sore posterior, I slid forward in an attempt to push my vagina onto her tongue, but she backed up, then wagged her finger at me, telling me not to do that.
I sat still and waited for Emma to move forward again and begin licking me. She was taking her sweet time and obviously enjoying making me sweat. I so wanted to grab her hair and yank her into my pussy like she did to me, but that would completely blow the whole submissive vibe I had going, and I was kinda liking that.
When she finally started to lick me again, I held my breath as she slowly pushed me closer to orgasm. Then she stopped again, making me whimper and I had to control the urge to snap at her.
"What do you have for toys?" She asked me.
"Huh? What do you mean?" I honestly was taken by surprise when she asked that and didn't know what she was asking.
"Vibrators, dildos, double dongs, anal plugs, butterflies, rabbits, bullets, what do you have for toys?"
"Oh, uh well I..." I do have a few toys, but I've always been very self conscious of my toys and I was rather embarrassed to show her. I could feel my face turning red as I blushed furiously.
"You do have at least a fucking vibrator don't you?" She asked, seeming aggravated that I wasn't answering her.
"Um I..." I was flustered and my shame was evident on my face.
Emma stood up and walked away down the hall. I sat up in confusion, wondering if I had done something to piss her off. I watched as she swung open the spare room door, flipped on the light, then shut it off and moved on to the next door which was the master bedroom. She swung the door open, flipped on the light, and walked into the room. At that point I quickly jumped to my feet and rushed down the hallway to my bedroom.
As I went around the corner into my room, Emma was going through my husband's dresser, pawing through the top drawer.
"What are you doing?" I yelped, and rushed around the bed to pull her away.
Emma spun around just before I could get to her and put her finger up in front of my face. "I asked you a question and I'm still waiting for an answer. If you can't show me where you keep your toys, I'll dig around until I find them." She turned back to the dresser and opened the second drawer.
"Wait, I'll get it." I said. I couldn't let her disturb my husband's things any more than she already had, he was the type of person to notice things were moved around. I went over to my closet, opened the door and turned on the light overhead. Then I reached up to the top shelf and took down a shoe box that was in front, to expose a metal lock box out behind, which I had to stand on my tiptoes reach. I pulled the lock box down, put the shoe box back, shut the light and closed the door. When I turned back to Emma, she was staring at me with wide eyes.
"You seriously keep your toys locked up in the back of your closet?" She asked incredulously.
Okay, let me explain. For one, I didn't buy the toys that I owned, they were all gifts from my friends at my bridal shower, and I had thought of them as gag gifts. They served their purpose of making me blush and making all the other woman at the party whoop and laugh, but once everyone had left, I had put them in a box and tried to forget about them. It's not that I'm a prude or anything, I'm just not really into masturbating. I don't answer Emma, just get the key from my nightstand and unlock the box. Once it's unlocked, I push it over so she can open it.
As Emma takes the box and opens it, I see the corners of her mouth curl up and her eyebrows arch. She reaches in and pulls out the pink dildo. It is seven inches long and made of a soft jelly and shaped like a cock with a big set of balls. She swings it around for a few seconds before tossing it aside and reaching back in for the next item, a small but powerful vibe. She turns it on but nothing happens because I never inserted the batteries.
Setting the vibe aside, Emma then reached for the last toy in the box. This one was the most embarrassing one of all, and when she picked it up, she had a big grin on her face. It was a beaded anal probe, with gradually increasing bead size, from very small on the end to 'Oh my God' on the bottom, followed by a large ring so you could pull the thing back out.
"Oh we are going to have fun with these." She said, setting the anal vibe with the others. The batteries to the toys were in the box also and she dumped them out before putting the now empty box on my nightstand.
"Put the batteries in slave." Emma ordered, and as I began doing that, she started looking around my bedroom. I was eyeing her as she went to my closet, opened the door and turned on the light. Two robes hung from a hook on the inside of the door and she yanked out the belts from both. She shut the light and moved to the other dresser in the room, which was mine.
"What are you looking for...mistress?" I asked as she opened the top drawer and began pawing through my stuff. I hated that she was snooping through my private things, even if it was only my underwear and bras, and I had to fight the urge to go pull her away and tell her to leave. In a very short time since I met her, she was learning secrets about me that my husband didn't even know.
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