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Ms Peaches…I eat her pussyI met Mistress Peaches after she saw my profile online, and responded with the simple message:”I’ve always wanted a pussy slave “We chatted by email for the next week or so, gradually getting to know each other, as much as is possible by writing. I was writing down an experience I’d recently had at the time, so I sent her that story in instalments as I wrote it, reasoning that it would either frighten her off, or intrigue and excite her..She seemed to like it, and the tone of her replies became gradually more assertive and domineering. Finally, towards the end of last week, she instructed me to reserve a hotel room at the weekend, so that we could actually meet and put the talk into practice. I did as ordered, and it was arranged that our meeting would take place on Sunday afternoon. All day on Saturday, I was in a state of anticipation….would she, wouldn’t she, would I meet her expectations if she did and so forth. She was quiet on Saturday, sending or answering only a couple of emails early in the day. Then, in the evening, she mailed me and asked for my phone number. I knew this was a good sign, and that we would actually meet the following day: she was just making a final check on me, making sure she was happy with her choice. On Sunday, I received a terse message to be at a railway station at 2pm to pick her up and then to drive to the hotel I’d booked. I was there on time…and she arrived a few minutes later, phoning me to say she was waiting. I walked over to greet her with a kiss on the cheek.She’s a statuesque woman…a nubian queen; confident in her body, and intrinsically Sexy. She showed no sign of nervousness, even though admitting that this kind of meeting was a first for her, and we chatted comfortably during the 20minute journey. We checked in to the hotel – a quirky boutique place, and took the lift up to the room. On the way, I asked if she was hungry – we’d planned to have lunch – but she said she wasnt…”Good” I said “but I AM hungry!”. In the room, we made 2 spliffs, then went back downstairs to smoke the first, still chatting easily. I picked up some ice for drinks I’d brought with me, and we returned to the room. She sat on the chair, and removed her thigh length boots, and then her leggings, whilst I prepared us drinks. Then she put the boots back on, had a sip of her drink, and moved to the bed. She rummaged in her bag, and produced a bottle güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri of baby oil, handed it to me, lay back as I knelt on the floor at the side of the bed, and ordered me to pour some on her thighs and massage her…..I rub the oil along her upper thighs, as sensuously as I can, and she takes the bottle back and pours more oil as I work. When I reach the knee, I start removing the soft boots, which are tied above her knees. As she pours more oil, I slowly pull the boots one at a time towards her ankles and then off completely, massaging and kissing her feet as I reach them. Then I begin working back up, massging and kissing her inner thighs as she parts her legs slightly. She pours on still more oil, and I work it in with long slow strokes, my hands ranging up her thighs, and brushing lightly at the material of her knickers at the apex. I shift my position so that I can reach my head further up her body, lift her top, and kiss her lower stomach, above the hemline of her knickers, then run my tongue down each side of them…..I can smell her arousal, and I want to taste her….I mouth at her pussy, still covered by her knickers, pushing my tongue against the fabric, trying to discern the shape and contour of her pussy within, then run my tongue along each side again, trying to push it between the elastic and her skin. “Smell my pussy..” she orders, and I push my nose hard against the fabric and inhale her wonderful perfume, the smell of sex, of arousal.I can tell she’s getting aroused now, and her hips are moving, as she grinds against my face. I bite at her with my lips again, turning my head to one side, and trying to get as much into my mouth as I can……then one of her hands to is there, pulling her knickers to one side, and finally, I can see the object of my desire: my mistresses beautiful pussy, the carmine coloured lips engorged and wet with her juices, her clitoris nestled between them…I admire her for a few moments, then unable to wait any longer dip my head, stick out my tongue, and slowly lick from low down up to the top, to her clit, savouring the smell, taste and texture of her. She gasps and moans quietly, and I repeat the action sliding my tongue along each edge of her pussy, on the outside of her labia, then again on the inner labia. Dipping again, I swirl my tongue in a circular motion just inside of her, tasting her sweet nectar, and relishing güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri the sensation of eating her most secret place, and swallowing her delicious nectar. I push deeper for a moment, then pull back and take her labia into my mouth, sucking and pulling gently at them. I slip my tongue up, and flick it across her clit, and her hips buck in response to the first contact. I rotate my tongue around it several times, keeping my tongue stiff and hard, before dipping down, flattening my tongue and licking up and over the clit several times. Her breathing deepens, and she moans slightly and rotates her hips, pushing against my eager mouth..She’s holding her knickers to the side as I lick smoothly up and down her pussy, lingering on her clitoris from time to time, and sucking it between my lips and into her mouth. She’s very wet, and tastes amazing, and I dip my head often to slurp and taste her, gulping her secretions down, savouring the taste. She’s moaning steadily now, and her hips seem to have a life of their own: she rolls slightly from side to side, and pushes towards my hungry mouth…I know what she wants – that steady smooth motion of my tongue on her clitoris to bring her to a higher plateau of excitement, and her movements are designed to get my tongue where she wants it. But I’m not ready to give her that release yet: as her movements become more focused, I move my mouth and tongue somewhere else, and force her to wait for her gratification…She moves her hands to my head, controlling my movements to some extent, and her hips rotate as she pushes herself at me. Then she’s talking – instructing, ordering, urging me on…”Yes…like that….ooohh…suck my clit….harder…good boy….you like my pussy don’t you….lick me, lick me like a dog…..”I obey the instructions, varying the movements, the techniques and the pressure of my tongue as she reaches a state of high arousal again and again…but I’m enjoying myself too much, and relishing her frustration as she comes and goes from that state – I know that when she finally climaxes, it will be intense…She grips my head tightly, holding me still, and bucks against my mouth, fucking my face…..I harden my tongue, sticking it out, and flicking it over the bud of her clitoris each time she thrusts at my mouth. My fingers are either side of her pussy, holding her open, stroking and pushing at her labia güvenilir bahis şirketleri and clitoris..”Good boy” she says, “yeess…lick it…suck my clit…”I let her continue like this for a few minutes, allowing her to surf the wave of arousal again, before moving my mouth down and licking from bottom to top again, circling round her hot wet vagina and probing as deeply as I can into her with short sharp movements of my tongue, then moving in up and kissing her clitoris, before circling it with my tongue. Her breathing, which has subsided slightly picks up I pace again, as I slowly build her arousal, not concentrating on any one part of her wet and engorged pussy for more than a few seconds at a time, teasing her, and letting her arousal slowly build. She’s still talking, in a low voice, “yes…oh yes, that’s it… lick my pussy…kiss my clit”, and her hands again start clutching at my head, pulling me closer, and she has my hair between her fingers. Her hips are moving too – both from side to side, and up and down, as she tries vainly to get me to the spot she wants me. I continue with the teasing licking, for as long as I think she can bear it, as I sense her becoming more frantic: I know she’s ready to cum…she wants to climax now more than anything. She’s so wet…and I greedily slurp at her, drinking what her body gives me..I move up, and put all my focus and energy on her engorged clitoris, sucking it into my mouth and flicking the hard bud with my tongue, backwards and forwards and around and around, in a steady quick motion – I want her to cum..find that release finally. Keeping up the relentless sucking and licking on her clit, I sense her getting closer and closer – I won’t stop now until she gets there. Her hands are on my head pulling me in, and she urges me on with a stream of instructions. Her legs are wide apart, giving me the freedom to bury my head between her thighs. Then she’s gasping, moaning, rolling her hips from side to side and up and down; she’s pulling at my hair as she drives herself against my face….she exhales deeply, pulls me close, her knees come up either side of my head and I find my head locked tightly between her thighs as her whole body convulses and rocks. Taking my head with her, tight between her thighs, she tosses from side to side, riding the waves of her orgasm, before finally coming to rest and on her right side, gradually loosening the clamp of her legs around my head, her breathing ragged. I gently lick and kiss her sated pussy, as she slowly returns to normality and her breathing steadies – and run my hands gently along her thighs and over her stomach. I feel released too: the sensation of my Mistress cumming in my face and mouth is wonderful.

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