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Isabel’s Slave – Part One free porn video
I am Isabel’s slave. I never started out being a slave, but one day, it just happened. The funny thing is, I get paid for being a slave, in a round-about way that is.
My name is Melissa, I am in my mid-twenty’s and have jet black hair and nice perky tits; not large but not small either. I am slim with nice long legs. I like my body and I am comfortable with the way I look. I am also comfortable with who I am. Well, I am now.
I started working for Isabel as a live in maid. She has quite a high-powered job and it takes a lot out of her every day of the week. She needs her down time to keep sane; as do we all. When we met, we got on very well; I would say almost as friends as much as an employer. You could say we hit it off.
I had been working for Isabel for almost a month, and in that time I caught her in various stages of undress. And didn’t she just look gorgeous. Well to me anyway. I have always been attracted to women; but I love a good cock as well, it has to be said. However, in that time, my need for cock decreased somewhat and my need for pussy escalated; especially one pussy in particular.
Isabel is gorgeous, she has long blonde hair, is medium build with nice legs. She is shorter than me but not by that much. She has wonderful, I would say, child-bearing hips. Her thighs are smooth and she even paints her toenails.
Although she is my employer, first and foremost, I knew nothing should cross that line. Not from me anyway.
Like I said, we got on as friends as well as having a good working relationship. She was definitely not herself that fateful night, she was a little tipsy having just come home from having a few drinks with her work colleagues. Her patter was not normal. She would jokingly start to order me to do things for her. Take her coat, get her a drink; which I duly complied with.
I was standing in the kitchen washing up a few things when she approached me from behind. I felt her hand touch me and a whisper so faint that I had to concentrate hard to hear it. “I want you.” Isabel said as she stood behind me fondling my bum.
I hesitated. I looked in the darkened window which, by now, had become a mirror into her eyes. I said nothing.
“I want you to lick my pussy,” she said, a little louder this time.
That, I definitely heard. I pushed my bum backwards towards her hand and let out a significant sigh of satisfaction. She grasped my bum harder, pounding it with the palm of her hand. I could feel the heat of her lust permeate my skin. I wanted her too, I had done for a while.
That was when it all started. We became lovers and slowly but surely, I became her slave.
I am not sure why I became her slave, I gradually fell into it. It was as much Isabel’s domination and directness as it was my inclination to do as much for her as I could. It wasn’t a role I would say that I was comfortable with, but I fell into it with gusto. It must have taken us about a month after that night of lust for her to become completely dominant and for me to be the submissive slut that she craved.
But here we are. I am happy with my position and occasionally she treats me to some special time in the bedroom. But only if I have been a really good girl. The fact is, I love eating her pussy. It’s wonderfully formed and nestles nicely between her firm, yet smooth, fleshy thighs. It’s silky smooth between my lips and watching or listening to her have orgasms are to die for.
Today is Thursday and I know Isabel will be at the end of her tether. It’s close to the end of the week, and I will surely be needed to help relax her. When I hear the key in the door, I know I must go to her. I meet her in the entrance hall, take her bags from her and place them in their place all neat and tidy.
She looks at me with a loving smile on her face. “Make me a drink, will you. Wine,” she says.
I rush off to the kitchen to break open a new bottle of wine. Wine never lasts that long with Isabel and so a new bottle always has to be opened. I return to the lounge where I find Isabel relaxing in the brown leather chair.
I offer the wine and she takes it. Sips at the dark red liquid and places it down on the table next to the chair. She doesn’t have to say anything. I know what she wants.
Isabel leans back into the chair making her bum slide partly off it. I kneel down in front of her and as she lifts her bum off the chair, I slip her dress back under her so that her pussy is completely exposed.
My eyes feast on her naked pussy, and in one elegant move she relaxes into the chair. Her head rests backwards and she closes her eyes. Her thighs rest on the arms of the chair; first one and then the other. Her plump pussy is ripe and expecting to be pleasured.
I first place my hands on her open thighs and relish in the feel of their smoothness. I stroke them with the open palm of my hand; all the while panting with my own need to taste her pussy. Isabel’s breath seems to synchronise with mine as we both anticipate each other’s needs.
She looks wonderful with her legs splayed so wantonly apart. I can’t resist the sight of her like this and it’s all I can do to make her anticipation last as long as possible. I know, deep down, she will punish me if I take too long.
I let my mouth creep ever so close to her pussy. I know she can feel the heat of my breath on her as I feel her sighs anticipating my touch. Finally, my mouth kisses her lips. I give her several small pecks on her lips, then I plant kisses all the way down her thigh before returning to her pussy. I linger there for a while, slowly dragging my tongue over her lips and spreading them apart.
Isabel loves her lips being spread by my tongue. I feel her hand reach for my head. She twists my hair in her hand and caresses me. While I am eager to please her, she is also eager to extend her gratitude towards me and encourage me. I don’t need any encouragement in that way; though it’s nice to get the gentle pat on the head when I’m pleasing her.
My tongue finally extends itself and I start to lick at Isabel’s pussy. Isabel lifts her head and watches me. She has a dreamy look in her eyes, her hand extends to the back of my head and pulls me into her, gently. After a while, she relaxes her hand and lets me take control.
“Does that taste good?” she asks.
I think to myself, ‘Does it taste good?’ What a stupid question that is, but I play her game. “Mmmm,” I reply, lifting my head, “it tastes wonderful.”
Isabel watches me for a while, appreciating the way I lick her, push my tongue into her and plant kisses on her most special lips. She continues to play with my hair; occasionally she gasps and sighs as my efforts torment her.
I watch and lick as Isabel arches her back and closes her eyes. Her head faces upwards and she grabs my hair and pulls me into her pussy. She holds me there for a while. The only action left open to me is to push my tongue inside her pussy. It’s exactly what she wants. As my tongue intrudes her, she thrusts her bum off the seat and grinds her pussy into my face. Isabel moans as she breathes, as she thrusts and as she fucks my tongue.
I can feel the lust build in her, I know she wants this release but she must wait.
She once again looks down at me and relaxes her hold on my head. I catch a glimpse of her eyes. I know that look in her eyes. It’s the look of ownership; she owns me and she is making me do her bidding. She knows that she controls me; but she also knows I won’t let her down, I am the best.
“That’s making my day much better,” she tells me. “Lick it, yeah, lick it,” she encourages.
I start to lick her pussy in an up and down fashion. My tongue travels from her pussy lips to her clitoris and back down again. Several strokes later and Isabel’s body is pulsing in unison to my licking. She keeps brushing my hair with her hand; gentle brushes now, just keeping my hair from my face.
Suddenly, she lifts her bum off the chair and catches me unawares. My mouth is pushed into her pussy. I shake it from side to side and my lips brush hard on her clit. Isabel squirms under the intense touch. She starts to whimper and cry, occasionally letting out small streams of verbal encouragement from her lips.
Her pussy becomes wet and very sweet at the same time. It’s almost impossible to lick it without sliding all over her. I lift myself slightly to concentrate on her clitoris. I know she loves this part; it’s the part I love too.
Again Isabel whimpers as I place my tongue on her clit and then my lips cover it. I start to flick up and down; slowly at first, but then increasing the speed gradually. I suddenly stop and resort to long slow licks of her pussy from bottom to top. When I reach the top, I start to flick again.
“You’re such a good little girl,” I hear her say.
“No-one’s better than you.”
I love to hear words like that. As soon as I register them, I start to lick her clit even faster. They spur me on, lift my resolve and make me want to make her cum.
Isabel grabs my hair and holds me steady; not on her pussy but on her clit.
“Make me feel better,” she says, “lick it up and down and then flick it.”
Her instructions are duly carried out. I lick her clit and occasionally shake my closed lips from side to side. Her plump thighs are wide open, just how I like them. Isabel is panting heavily.
Isabel squirms in delight as I bring her to orgasm. “That’s a good girl,” she says as she moans and groans at me.
Her orgasm is nearly there, she is teetering on that cliff edge and all it takes is the right movement to push her over. I know what that right movement is, but it’s different every time.
Isabel, cannot stop thrusting her groin into me. I decide that the right movement this time is to clamp my mouth down on her clit and suck it into my mouth.
Expletives finally fill the air around us. Isabel explodes and I love it.
I love the sounds that come from her, her swearing is one of the most horniest sounds I hear when I am in this position. I keep licking her clit and pussy as best I can despite the bucking of her hips. Her legs are clamped down on the arms of the chair as she forcibly lifts herself off it. She grabs my head and this time I know there is no release until she is satisfied. Isabel groans her way to a series of small orgasms until that edge is reached. With a loud and extended gasp the word “FUCK” fills the air around us. She finally holds her breath as her orgasm washes over her.
I don’t know how long this will last, but I love it. She holds onto my head until she is sated. Eventually, Isabel releases me from her clutches.
I don’t want to move. I want to lick her some more. I want to lick up her juices that she has just forced out of her pussy. I want to stay exactly where I am and do the whole thing for a second time.
But she lifts me up and kisses me full on the lips, tasting her own cum at the same time.
Isabel let’s out one final sigh as she holds me. “Go and make some food, I’m starving,” she tells me.
I start to get up. “Hand me the wine will you,” she instructs me.
I reach for the wine and give it to her. She takes a huge gulp out of it and rests her head back into the chair. Her legs close, for now, and she finally rests the wine glass on the edge of the chair as her head flops backwards and her eyes, once more, close.
“And after the meal, get the bath ready will you – for two,” she shouts.
As I walk away towards the kitchen a smile spreads across my lips ‘for two,’ I heard her say, ‘for two.’ I must have done well for her to say that. As soon as I register delight at her words my mind also registers the downside. No spanking tonight then, I thought.
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