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Another case solved on Law and Order, and Kate was ready to take her leave. She sighed, standing up from the lavish bed and stretching, causing alarm in Bianca.
“Welp, this has been fun and all. But either your lesser half has been asked to stay later, or has lost interest in our endeavors. So I’m going to just be on my –“
“W-wait,” Bianca pleaded, getting up from the edge of the bed and rushing towards Kate to keep her from reaching the bedroom door. “He’s just running late.”
“You know this how? I’ve yet to see you call or text a reminder or a question. And aside from the outfit, you don’t really seem all that interested.”
“N-No! I am … And … That’s just … He has to be running late.”
“Well, call me when he gets here,” Kate insisted, moving to step around her. But Bianca side-stepped to stop her again, getting a harsh chuckle from the vixen. “You do not want this beat down.”
“We can start without him if you want,” Bianca desperately offered.
“Yeah … I kinda got this thing about being paid first.”
“I can pay you now. Just let me get my wallet.”
Kate huffed a laugh, shaking her head and raising her hands in surrender.
“Look, as much as I like taking what’s not mine, I think I’m gonna go ahead and wait for the big guy. He had a very particular job during our last meeting, and he was quite good at it. And unless you’ve got the lungs for –“
“I’ll pay you double,” Bianca interjected, grasping at straws.
That made Kate pause. She hesitated in consideration, looking over Bianca’s body again before it dawned on her. She arched a brow.
“I?”
Bianca’s face lagged before paling, her eyes going wide and her cheek flushing. She’d just given herself up. She averted her eyes, her lips fumbling for the words to follow.
“I … well. He would –“
“Wow …” Kate exhaled with an amused shake of her head. “He doesn’t even know I’m here, does he?”
Bianca hesitated, nervously gripping her hands together. She didn’t know what to do, but she knew she couldn’t let Kate leave without getting this bestial lust out of her system.
“Please,” she begged. “I just … I need to get you out of my system.”
Kate cackled, her hands finding her hips.
“That’s not how this works, Doll.”
“Just – Do you want the money or not?” Bianca was getting desperate. And what’s more, relentlessly horny.
Kate sighed with a smile and a shrug of her shoulders before holding out her hand. Grateful, Bianca rushed to her wallet, pulling out the large bills and placing them in Kate’s hand. She placed them in her own bag sitting on the dresser by the bedroom door before returning and holding out her hand again. Bianca’s brows furrowed in confusion.
“What? That was double,” Bianca argued.
“Your phone.”
“My phone? Why?”
“Think of it as insurance. You’ll get it back afterwards,” Kate assured with a wink.
After some hesitation, Bianca’s cellphone was in Kate’s hand and being put on silent, before being tucked into her bosom for safe keeping.
“Is that really necessary?” Bianca said, her eyes on Kate’s ample breasts in concern.
“Very. Strip and get on the bed,” was the next demand. “Actually. Just the panties should do.”
Bianca stared dumbfounded. But flinched into motion when Kate started snapping. Black lace gone, she sat against the edge of the bed, knees together, and hands in her lap. Kate couldn’t help but giggle, her index and thumb coming to rest against her chin.
This was going to be fun.
She made a circular motion with her other index, gesturing.
“Turn around and lay down. Head near the edge.”
Bianca did as she was told, her breathing already spiked in anxious anticipation. Kate gnawed on her lower lip as she slipped off her jeans and panties, her heels already having been removed.
“Now spread your legs, and close your eyes,” Kate purred.
Legs already trembling, Bianca spread them, her eyes closing as she took a deep breath, her fingertips pressing into the sheets, awaiting the first lick. Kate smirked, stepping up to her reserved seat. She squatted first, combing out Bianca’s long locks from beneath her shoulders to have them dangle over the edge of the bed. Leaning forward, she giggled into her ear as she gently combed through the strands.
“So eager …” she whispered melodically, making Bianca shudder. She turned around, glancing behind her to line herself up with Bianca’s face, grinning wide as she spread her own legs. “This was almost too easy,” she snickered just before plopping down with a moaning grunt.
There was a muffled groan of impact from Bianca, who flinched upon the wet smack of Kate’s cunt, thick thighs, and plump, firm ass. They engulfed her head whole, a mere glimpse of her forehead peeking out from between her Mistress’ legs.
“Mm, not bad,” Kate sighed, as she churned her hips downwards, getting comfortable against the grooves of Bianca’s face.
It was when she started grinding that Bianca let out a muffled shriek of protest, her hands rushing up to grip and weakly pull at Kate’s wide hips. Kate giggled, giving a handful of slow, rough grinds, looking down at the sliver of Bianca’s forehead as her hands pulled and pushed. Two bounces later, Kate scooted back, watching Bianca gasp for air, though it hadn’t been all that long. She smiled, leaning back on her hands. She could feel her arousal growing at the sight of the disheveled wife.
“Wh – What are you doing?!” Bianca argued in a pant.
“Hm? Well someone’s got to do it. An orgasm isn’t going to spawn itself, you know,” Kate playfully whined with a tilt of her head.
“But,” Bianca swallowed.
“What? This is what you wanted, right? To tango with a woman that tangoes with women? Well, lesson one – grinding,” Kate explained as she flopped forward, smothering Bianca beneath her once again and working her hips back into a fluid motion.
Bianca’s hands rushed back to Kate’s hips as her head bounced against the mattress under her powerful grinding. She could feel the burning between her legs as her fingers dug into Kate’s skin. She was experiencing a strange mixture of sensations. One, of course, was humiliation. She hadn’t realized that this could get so … demanding. Had she really done this to Kate on Saturday? She was utterly embarrassed by the casual, yet forceful and tactical way in which her face in its entirety was worked against. And at the same time, her loins were blazing with approval.
What was this split reaction? She was torn between trying to pull Kate off, and sticking her tongue out to be ridden with the rest of her face. The combination was making her head spin – as well as the lack of oxygen. Again, she found herself clawing at Kate’s hips, her own bucking upwards in need of air. And after some flailing, Kate finally backed up, lifting her left foot and parking it on the edge of the bed to make sure she didn’t slide forward prematurely.
Bianca’s face was now a display of glossy moisture. She gasped repeatedly, her eyes barely able to squint open from the slick fluid smeared across them. But when they did, the sight they were granted was enough to bring her to climax. Kate, leaning back on one hand, was now lightly panting, her other hand fast at work on her erect clit. Her canines were scr****g against her bottom lip at the building pleasure.
Bianca found herself lost for words at the erotic display, her midsection tightening up in excitement. And then an underlining fear when the look in her eyes went from lustful to dominating.
“Deep breath,” Kate exhaled as she popped her foot from the bed’s edge and bounced back onto her claimed seat with a lustful groan.
Bianca grunted at the added weight applied this time around, though her hands were more hesitant to pull at her dictator’s hips. The muted moans she could hear from underneath were giving her an odd sensation of accomplishment. Her eyes shut tight as Kate started grinding again with the added pressure, her focus on thrusting her clit against Bianca’s nose. She clutched her knees with both hands and threw her head back as she bounced and gyrated, approaching sweet release.
By this time, her panting had escalated, and her handling had gotten rougher. Reaching down with a moan, Kate took Bianca’s hair and split the long, dark locks into two sections, before winding each side around each of her hands. Her legs spread further, her feet digging themselves into the plush carpeted floor. But she waited to pull them, until Bianca’s need for air grew enough to have her squirm.
Bianca’s hands finally decided to pull against Kate’s hips as her head wriggled beneath her. Her feet pushed at the bed until she was barely able to crane her neck back enough to poke her nose free, the air whistling between her nostrils. It was at that moment that Kate put her makeshift handles to use, yanking Bianca’s hair, and thus her head, upwards and snugly tucking her back under. Her hips went into overtime as she tightened her grip.
She groaned with both pleasure and need as she rode, Bianca letting out a shriek beneath her when the replenishing of her lungs was cut short. Her nails dug into Kate’s hips as they worked themselves into a blur atop her face. Her hips bucked as she tried to turn her head to either side, only to realize what the purpose of her hair had been. She was pinned, and they both knew it.
“Fuck,” Kate panted through grit teeth, her volume competing with the squeaks from both Bianca and the mattress.
Bianca’s legs began to kick about on the bed in protest, her hands slapping at Kate’s sides. Now Bianca knew what Kate meant when she had cut her off during her sentence about having the lung capacity to handle her. And what her husband meant by keeping him under.
She was unyielding. If anything, her grip grew tighter, refusing to let up until the knot in her loins had been released. Bianca pushed again, both her feet digging against the bed.
And this time, with the added force, she got somewhere. Caught up in her own pleasure, Kate was taken by surprise when they both went tumbling forward onto the floor. Bianca’s calves remained on the bed, while Kate’s seating arrangement’s had been disrupted enough for her to catch her breath.
Kate scowled, her rhythm having been interrupted. She turned around with haste, determined to finish herself off, and took hold of Bianca’s wrists. She pulled them towards her own hips near the foot of the bed and crawled forward, this time mounting Bianca’s face in reverse.
She reached back with one hand, letting go of her wrist and lifting Bianca’s head by her hairline as she tucked her feet under the back of Bianca’s skull. Bianca’s free hand came to pull at Kate’s arm as she tried to move her head out of the way.
“W-wait,” Bianca panted. She wasn’t sure how much more of the relentless ride she could take. “I’ll just finger –“
“I’m already there,” Kate hissed, slapping her ass down with malevolence midway through Bianca’s compromise.
She ripped Bianca’s hand from her and pinned it back with her other wrist, leaning forward and shifting her rear about to comfortably find Bianca’s nose before working back into a grinding bounce. Back and forth, she slid herself against the curves of Bianca’s face, her head dipped forward in ecstasy, and her hair swaying against her shoulder with her movements.
Bianca’s hands twitched in her grip, her tucked feet and ample rear doing their job of keeping her head in place. And then, like a bursting dam, Kate felt the sweet release of climax. Her body froze mid-grind, constantly tensing and un-tensing. She threw her head back, eyes closed and lips parted in awe as she let the bliss take hold.
Bianca whined at the downpour, her body fidgeting in attempt to escape, but Kate had been too busy indulging to bother with letting her up. And it was only when Kate giggled a lewd moan and slowly continued to grind, smearing her victory onto Bianca’s drenched face, that the housewife’s hips bucked up in bold resistance.
“Round two?” Kate purred in a snicker, listening to the sound of moist friction.
But Bianca’s legs swung back in response, her calves wrapping around Kate’s torso and yanking her forward in defiance. She took in a sharp breath when Kate’s plump cheeks left her face, her eyes, covered in a film of the dominatrix’s satisfaction, remaining closed. Her mind was too much of a jumbled mess to let out any kind of slur.
Kate had almost allowed herself to be moved, before seeing what had occurred between Bianca’s legs during the ‘lesson’.
She was dripping.
Kate gave a laugh, pushing back against the force of Bianca’s legs, ignoring the whine when Bianca found herself smothered in her wetness again.
“What have we here?” Kate mocked, letting go of Bianca’s wrists in order to wrap her arms around her lower back and scoot her entire body forward until Bianca’s back was resting against the edge of the bed, now unable to go back down.
Bianca muffled a grumble as she once again found herself at a loss of how to remove herself from Kate’s control. With her legs now hooked under Kate’s arm from the failed attempt to remove her, she was stuck yet again.
The woman was good.
“Someone likes my cunt in their face,” Kate teased, dragging her index finger up Bianca’s slick slit as she playfully churned her hips.
Bianca flinched at the ticklish sensation, a chill shooting through her from the first touch. The touch she had been craving. She whined a muffled moan, desperate for her to continue. So much so that she felt herself on the verge of tears when Kate’s finger moved away. She whimpered louder, prompting Kate to lean forward enough for Bianca to turn her head free.
“What was that?” Kate offered coyly.
After a few deep breaths, and a wipe to her face with her now free hand, Bianca answered.
“Please,” she begged.
Kate smiled.
“Please?”
“Please fuck me,” she shamelessly begged.
The combination of being deprived of air, succumbing to the face of masochism, and craving the dominance of the stranger in her home was enough to make her head spin in euphoria. Though Kate was a guilty participant of sexual sadism, she also knew the positive effects of asphyxiation during sex. And she knew how to use it to both of their advantages.
“What?”
“Please!”
“Oh, alright,” Kate smirked, delving two fingers in the next moment.
Bianca gasped at the blunt entrance, her hips bucking with nowhere to go. Moans filled the room as Bianca let herself be lost in the thrusting of Kate’s fingers, her hands reaching out and gripping the plush carpet.
Beating at her dripping puss with one hand, she used the other to part her center with her middle and index finger, granting her tongue access to her swollen nub. Bianca cried out at the skillful combination, her eyes fluttering at the swiftly building pleasure. The abrupt change from nothing to such intense sensations was making her body tremble.
Kate scooted further up, curving Bianca’s back further against the edge of the bed and allowing her to tend to her job without leaning forward. Reaching back with one hand, she gripped Bianca’s hairline and brought her face up again before sitting back down with a moan. But as she went to return her hand to hold Bianca’s lips, Bianca pushed at Kate’s cheeks and pried her face free with a mixture of pants and moans.
“N – I can’t … Not while you’re –“
“Hush,” Kate said, reaching back and adjusting Bianca’s head again, re-tucking her feet under her skull and shifting her ass around for a snug fit.
She held her grip on Bianca’s hairline as she lapped away at her clit, twirling her tongue in several directions. She could feel the vibrations from Bianca’s constant moaning. She’d only lift up every handful of seconds, letting Bianca’s suck in half a breath to keep her delirious.
But after Bianca had dripped her fairly quick orgasm down her torso, pooling beneath her own breasts, Kate found herself a little more than aroused. She needed to get herself off again before pulling out the big guns – or gun, rather.
Standing up from the ravished housewife, laying in shambles with a heaving chest and twitching legs, Kate turned around, looking down at Bianca, who was squinting up at her. Kate raked her fingers through her own hair, now thick from the sweat she had worked up. Bianca stared in admiration, her body in shock from the amount of pleasure it had received – and from a woman, no less. She was ready to thank the Mistress when her eyes widened, before being forced to close under the familiar presence of the woman’s snatch.
She couldn’t believe it. This woman was a machine.
Bianca swatted at Kate’s hands as they tried to get a grip on her hair. Kate laughed, fighting with them, and succeeding in taking her wrists to pin them to the plush floor. Her hips pumped, and Bianca muffled a complaint.
“One more, and I’ll reward you,” Kate huffed with bated breath as Bianca struggled to get her hands up.
And as much as Bianca wanted to know what that reward was, she wasn’t sure if she could handle it. Her legs, weak from the lingering tingle of climax, kicked forward, trying to knock Kate over. Kate let go of Bianca’s wrist to hook around Bianca’s legs, keeping them lowered. Bianca used the chance to pull at Kate’s thighs and pivot her head to the left.
“Enough,” Bianca panted, almost a sob, unsure of just how Kate was still going after the first ride.
Kate bit at her lower lip, pushing her arms down against Bianca’s legs until her hands were low enough to grab hold of Bianca’s hair. Bianca gasped at the realization, but was unable to pry Kate hands away in time to stop her from being pulled back under.
“Be a good little housewife and stick out your tongue.”
Bianca kicked her feet, but with her legs hooked, there was nowhere for them to go. And what’s more, the harder she tried to pull her legs away, the more her head was pulled into Kate’s crotch. Kate grunted as she spread her thighs and remade her makeshift handles, the floor’s lack of bounce providing Kate with the pressure she needed to quickly summon another orgasm.
She moaned and huffed in squeaks as she rode, her grip tightening as she pummeled her already sensitive clit against Bianca’s nose.
“Fuck,” she panted as she bounced and rotated her hips.
Again, Bianca felt that strange mixture of humiliation and arousal. Her face was being used as a means of pleasure and yet she could feel the familiar tingle throbbing within. And as her head rocked against the floor, she couldn’t help but wonder if she was really enjoying the treatment. Was embarrassment really the only thing keeping her resisting? In a brave decision to find out, she stuck out her tongue.
Kate gave a loud moan of recognition, the lewd sound turning into a chuckle of approval.
“That’s a good girl,” she praised, spreading her thighs a bit further and letting her grind go into full swing. “So good,” she exhaled before shrieking with the sudden arrival of the second wave.
Her thighs clamped shut over Bianca’s face as quickly as they had spread as the torrent washed over her. Bianca’s hair was left bunched and sticking up out from between Kate’s thighs as she muffled a concerned whine.
“Keep licking,” Kate barked, her voice strained.
Bianca did as she was told, her tongue doing its best to move in the close and smothered space. Kate groaned as she leaned back just enough to rest the back of her head against the edge of the bed, pampering herself with the wiggle of the muscle.
“Yes,” she hissed, her hips now a slow, subtle rock.
A moment later she slid her hips back and spread her legs, revealing, for the second time, Bianca’s shining face. She smiled as Bianca reached over her legs to wipe at her eyes again.
“Ready for your reward?” Kate asked, her index finger idly toying with her clit.
*I am the original author of this story.
Another case solved on Law and Order, and Kate was ready to take her leave. She sighed, standing up from the lavish bed and stretching, causing alarm in Bianca.
“Welp, this has been fun and all. But either your lesser half has been asked to stay later, or has lost interest in our endeavors. So I’m going to just be on my –“
“W-wait,” Bianca pleaded, getting up from the edge of the bed and rushing towards Kate to keep her from reaching the bedroom door. “He’s just running late.”
“You know this how? I’ve yet to see you call or text a reminder or a question. And aside from the outfit, you don’t really seem all that interested.”
“N-No! I am … And … That’s just … He has to be running late.”
“Well, call me when he gets here,” Kate insisted, moving to step around her. But Bianca side-stepped to stop her again, getting a harsh chuckle from the vixen. “You do not want this beat down.”
“We can start without him if you want,” Bianca desperately offered.
“Yeah … I kinda got this thing about being paid first.”
“I can pay you now. Just let me get my wallet.”
Kate huffed a laugh, shaking her head and raising her hands in surrender.
“Look, as much as I like taking what’s not mine, I think I’m gonna go ahead and wait for the big guy. He had a very particular job during our last meeting, and he was quite good at it. And unless you’ve got the lungs for –“
“I’ll pay you double,” Bianca interjected, grasping at straws.
That made Kate pause. She hesitated in consideration, looking over Bianca’s body again before it dawned on her. She arched a brow.
“I?”
Bianca’s face lagged before paling, her eyes going wide and her cheek flushing. She’d just given herself up. She averted her eyes, her lips fumbling for the words to follow.
“I … well. He would –“
“Wow …” Kate exhaled with an amused shake of her head. “He doesn’t even know I’m here, does he?”
Bianca hesitated, nervously gripping her hands together. She didn’t know what to do, but she knew she couldn’t let Kate leave without getting this bestial lust out of her system.
“Please,” she begged. “I just … I need to get you out of my system.”
Kate cackled, her hands finding her hips.
“That’s not how this works, Doll.”
“Just – Do you want the money or not?” Bianca was getting desperate. And what’s more, relentlessly horny.
Kate sighed with a smile and a shrug of her shoulders before holding out her hand. Grateful, Bianca rushed to her wallet, pulling out the large bills and placing them in Kate’s hand. She placed them in her own bag sitting on the dresser by the bedroom door before returning and holding out her hand again. Bianca’s brows furrowed in confusion.
“What? That was double,” Bianca argued.
“Your phone.”
“My phone? Why?”
“Think of it as insurance. You’ll get it back afterwards,” Kate assured with a wink.
After some hesitation, Bianca’s cellphone was in Kate’s hand and being put on silent, before being tucked into her bosom for safe keeping.
“Is that really necessary?” Bianca said, her eyes on Kate’s ample breasts in concern.
“Very. Strip and get on the bed,” was the next demand. “Actually. Just the panties should do.”
Bianca stared dumbfounded. But flinched into motion when Kate started snapping. Black lace gone, she sat against the edge of the bed, knees together, and hands in her lap. Kate couldn’t help but giggle, her index and thumb coming to rest against her chin.
This was going to be fun.
She made a circular motion with her other index, gesturing.
“Turn around and lay down. Head near the edge.”
Bianca did as she was told, her breathing already spiked in anxious anticipation. Kate gnawed on her lower lip as she slipped off her jeans and panties, her heels already having been removed.
“Now spread your legs, and close your eyes,” Kate purred.
Legs already trembling, Bianca spread them, her eyes closing as she took a deep breath, her fingertips pressing into the sheets, awaiting the first lick. Kate smirked, stepping up to her reserved seat. She squatted first, combing out Bianca’s long locks from beneath her shoulders to have them dangle over the edge of the bed. Leaning forward, she giggled into her ear as she gently combed through the strands.
“So eager …” she whispered melodically, making Bianca shudder. She turned around, glancing behind her to line herself up with Bianca’s face, grinning wide as she spread her own legs. “This was almost too easy,” she snickered just before plopping down with a moaning grunt.
There was a muffled groan of impact from Bianca, who flinched upon the wet smack of Kate’s cunt, thick thighs, and plump, firm ass. They engulfed her head whole, a mere glimpse of her forehead peeking out from between her Mistress’ legs.
“Mm, not bad,” Kate sighed, as she churned her hips downwards, getting comfortable against the grooves of Bianca’s face.
It was when she started grinding that Bianca let out a muffled shriek of protest, her hands rushing up to grip and weakly pull at Kate’s wide hips. Kate giggled, giving a handful of slow, rough grinds, looking down at the sliver of Bianca’s forehead as her hands pulled and pushed. Two bounces later, Kate scooted back, watching Bianca gasp for air, though it hadn’t been all that long. She smiled, leaning back on her hands. She could feel her arousal growing at the sight of the disheveled wife.
“Wh – What are you doing?!” Bianca argued in a pant.
“Hm? Well someone’s got to do it. An orgasm isn’t going to spawn itself, you know,” Kate playfully whined with a tilt of her head.
“But,” Bianca swallowed.
“What? This is what you wanted, right? To tango with a woman that tangoes with women? Well, lesson one – grinding,” Kate explained as she flopped forward, smothering Bianca beneath her once again and working her hips back into a fluid motion.
Bianca’s hands rushed back to Kate’s hips as her head bounced against the mattress under her powerful grinding. She could feel the burning between her legs as her fingers dug into Kate’s skin. She was experiencing a strange mixture of sensations. One, of course, was humiliation. She hadn’t realized that this could get so … demanding. Had she really done this to Kate on Saturday? She was utterly embarrassed by the casual, yet forceful and tactical way in which her face in its entirety was worked against. And at the same time, her loins were blazing with approval.
What was this split reaction? She was torn between trying to pull Kate off, and sticking her tongue out to be ridden with the rest of her face. The combination was making her head spin – as well as the lack of oxygen. Again, she found herself clawing at Kate’s hips, her own bucking upwards in need of air. And after some flailing, Kate finally backed up, lifting her left foot and parking it on the edge of the bed to make sure she didn’t slide forward prematurely.
Bianca’s face was now a display of glossy moisture. She gasped repeatedly, her eyes barely able to squint open from the slick fluid smeared across them. But when they did, the sight they were granted was enough to bring her to climax. Kate, leaning back on one hand, was now lightly panting, her other hand fast at work on her erect clit. Her canines were scr****g against her bottom lip at the building pleasure.
Bianca found herself lost for words at the erotic display, her midsection tightening up in excitement. And then an underlining fear when the look in her eyes went from lustful to dominating.
“Deep breath,” Kate exhaled as she popped her foot from the bed’s edge and bounced back onto her claimed seat with a lustful groan.
Bianca grunted at the added weight applied this time around, though her hands were more hesitant to pull at her dictator’s hips. The muted moans she could hear from underneath were giving her an odd sensation of accomplishment. Her eyes shut tight as Kate started grinding again with the added pressure, her focus on thrusting her clit against Bianca’s nose. She clutched her knees with both hands and threw her head back as she bounced and gyrated, approaching sweet release.
By this time, her panting had escalated, and her handling had gotten rougher. Reaching down with a moan, Kate took Bianca’s hair and split the long, dark locks into two sections, before winding each side around each of her hands. Her legs spread further, her feet digging themselves into the plush carpeted floor. But she waited to pull them, until Bianca’s need for air grew enough to have her squirm.
Bianca’s hands finally decided to pull against Kate’s hips as her head wriggled beneath her. Her feet pushed at the bed until she was barely able to crane her neck back enough to poke her nose free, the air whistling between her nostrils. It was at that moment that Kate put her makeshift handles to use, yanking Bianca’s hair, and thus her head, upwards and snugly tucking her back under. Her hips went into overtime as she tightened her grip.
She groaned with both pleasure and need as she rode, Bianca letting out a shriek beneath her when the replenishing of her lungs was cut short. Her nails dug into Kate’s hips as they worked themselves into a blur atop her face. Her hips bucked as she tried to turn her head to either side, only to realize what the purpose of her hair had been. She was pinned, and they both knew it.
“Fuck,” Kate panted through grit teeth, her volume competing with the squeaks from both Bianca and the mattress.
Bianca’s legs began to kick about on the bed in protest, her hands slapping at Kate’s sides. Now Bianca knew what Kate meant when she had cut her off during her sentence about having the lung capacity to handle her. And what her husband meant by keeping him under.
She was unyielding. If anything, her grip grew tighter, refusing to let up until the knot in her loins had been released. Bianca pushed again, both her feet digging against the bed.
And this time, with the added force, she got somewhere. Caught up in her own pleasure, Kate was taken by surprise when they both went tumbling forward onto the floor. Bianca’s calves remained on the bed, while Kate’s seating arrangement’s had been disrupted enough for her to catch her breath.
Kate scowled, her rhythm having been interrupted. She turned around with haste, determined to finish herself off, and took hold of Bianca’s wrists. She pulled them towards her own hips near the foot of the bed and crawled forward, this time mounting Bianca’s face in reverse.
She reached back with one hand, letting go of her wrist and lifting Bianca’s head by her hairline as she tucked her feet under the back of Bianca’s skull. Bianca’s free hand came to pull at Kate’s arm as she tried to move her head out of the way.
“W-wait,” Bianca panted. She wasn’t sure how much more of the relentless ride she could take. “I’ll just finger –“
“I’m already there,” Kate hissed, slapping her ass down with malevolence midway through Bianca’s compromise.
She ripped Bianca’s hand from her and pinned it back with her other wrist, leaning forward and shifting her rear about to comfortably find Bianca’s nose before working back into a grinding bounce. Back and forth, she slid herself against the curves of Bianca’s face, her head dipped forward in ecstasy, and her hair swaying against her shoulder with her movements.
Bianca’s hands twitched in her grip, her tucked feet and ample rear doing their job of keeping her head in place. And then, like a bursting dam, Kate felt the sweet release of climax. Her body froze mid-grind, constantly tensing and un-tensing. She threw her head back, eyes closed and lips parted in awe as she let the bliss take hold.
Bianca whined at the downpour, her body fidgeting in attempt to escape, but Kate had been too busy indulging to bother with letting her up. And it was only when Kate giggled a lewd moan and slowly continued to grind, smearing her victory onto Bianca’s drenched face, that the housewife’s hips bucked up in bold resistance.
“Round two?” Kate purred in a snicker, listening to the sound of moist friction.
But Bianca’s legs swung back in response, her calves wrapping around Kate’s torso and yanking her forward in defiance. She took in a sharp breath when Kate’s plump cheeks left her face, her eyes, covered in a film of the dominatrix’s satisfaction, remaining closed. Her mind was too much of a jumbled mess to let out any kind of slur.
Kate had almost allowed herself to be moved, before seeing what had occurred between Bianca’s legs during the ‘lesson’.
She was dripping.
Kate gave a laugh, pushing back against the force of Bianca’s legs, ignoring the whine when Bianca found herself smothered in her wetness again.
“What have we here?” Kate mocked, letting go of Bianca’s wrists in order to wrap her arms around her lower back and scoot her entire body forward until Bianca’s back was resting against the edge of the bed, now unable to go back down.
Bianca muffled a grumble as she once again found herself at a loss of how to remove herself from Kate’s control. With her legs now hooked under Kate’s arm from the failed attempt to remove her, she was stuck yet again.
The woman was good.
“Someone likes my cunt in their face,” Kate teased, dragging her index finger up Bianca’s slick slit as she playfully churned her hips.
Bianca flinched at the ticklish sensation, a chill shooting through her from the first touch. The touch she had been craving. She whined a muffled moan, desperate for her to continue. So much so that she felt herself on the verge of tears when Kate’s finger moved away. She whimpered louder, prompting Kate to lean forward enough for Bianca to turn her head free.
“What was that?” Kate offered coyly.
After a few deep breaths, and a wipe to her face with her now free hand, Bianca answered.
“Please,” she begged.
Kate smiled.
“Please?”
“Please fuck me,” she shamelessly begged.
The combination of being deprived of air, succumbing to the face of masochism, and craving the dominance of the stranger in her home was enough to make her head spin in euphoria. Though Kate was a guilty participant of sexual sadism, she also knew the positive effects of asphyxiation during sex. And she knew how to use it to both of their advantages.
“What?”
“Please!”
“Oh, alright,” Kate smirked, delving two fingers in the next moment.
Bianca gasped at the blunt entrance, her hips bucking with nowhere to go. Moans filled the room as Bianca let herself be lost in the thrusting of Kate’s fingers, her hands reaching out and gripping the plush carpet.
Beating at her dripping puss with one hand, she used the other to part her center with her middle and index finger, granting her tongue access to her swollen nub. Bianca cried out at the skillful combination, her eyes fluttering at the swiftly building pleasure. The abrupt change from nothing to such intense sensations was making her body tremble.
Kate scooted further up, curving Bianca’s back further against the edge of the bed and allowing her to tend to her job without leaning forward. Reaching back with one hand, she gripped Bianca’s hairline and brought her face up again before sitting back down with a moan. But as she went to return her hand to hold Bianca’s lips, Bianca pushed at Kate’s cheeks and pried her face free with a mixture of pants and moans.
“N – I can’t … Not while you’re –“
“Hush,” Kate said, reaching back and adjusting Bianca’s head again, re-tucking her feet under her skull and shifting her ass around for a snug fit.
She held her grip on Bianca’s hairline as she lapped away at her clit, twirling her tongue in several directions. She could feel the vibrations from Bianca’s constant moaning. She’d only lift up every handful of seconds, letting Bianca’s suck in half a breath to keep her delirious.
But after Bianca had dripped her fairly quick orgasm down her torso, pooling beneath her own breasts, Kate found herself a little more than aroused. She needed to get herself off again before pulling out the big guns – or gun, rather.
Standing up from the ravished housewife, laying in shambles with a heaving chest and twitching legs, Kate turned around, looking down at Bianca, who was squinting up at her. Kate raked her fingers through her own hair, now thick from the sweat she had worked up. Bianca stared in admiration, her body in shock from the amount of pleasure it had received – and from a woman, no less. She was ready to thank the Mistress when her eyes widened, before being forced to close under the familiar presence of the woman’s snatch.
She couldn’t believe it. This woman was a machine.
Bianca swatted at Kate’s hands as they tried to get a grip on her hair. Kate laughed, fighting with them, and succeeding in taking her wrists to pin them to the plush floor. Her hips pumped, and Bianca muffled a complaint.
“One more, and I’ll reward you,” Kate huffed with bated breath as Bianca struggled to get her hands up.
And as much as Bianca wanted to know what that reward was, she wasn’t sure if she could handle it. Her legs, weak from the lingering tingle of climax, kicked forward, trying to knock Kate over. Kate let go of Bianca’s wrist to hook around Bianca’s legs, keeping them lowered. Bianca used the chance to pull at Kate’s thighs and pivot her head to the left.
“Enough,” Bianca panted, almost a sob, unsure of just how Kate was still going after the first ride.
Kate bit at her lower lip, pushing her arms down against Bianca’s legs until her hands were low enough to grab hold of Bianca’s hair. Bianca gasped at the realization, but was unable to pry Kate hands away in time to stop her from being pulled back under.
“Be a good little housewife and stick out your tongue.”
Bianca kicked her feet, but with her legs hooked, there was nowhere for them to go. And what’s more, the harder she tried to pull her legs away, the more her head was pulled into Kate’s crotch. Kate grunted as she spread her thighs and remade her makeshift handles, the floor’s lack of bounce providing Kate with the pressure she needed to quickly summon another orgasm.
She moaned and huffed in squeaks as she rode, her grip tightening as she pummeled her already sensitive clit against Bianca’s nose.
“Fuck,” she panted as she bounced and rotated her hips.
Again, Bianca felt that strange mixture of humiliation and arousal. Her face was being used as a means of pleasure and yet she could feel the familiar tingle throbbing within. And as her head rocked against the floor, she couldn’t help but wonder if she was really enjoying the treatment. Was embarrassment really the only thing keeping her resisting? In a brave decision to find out, she stuck out her tongue.
Kate gave a loud moan of recognition, the lewd sound turning into a chuckle of approval.
“That’s a good girl,” she praised, spreading her thighs a bit further and letting her grind go into full swing. “So good,” she exhaled before shrieking with the sudden arrival of the second wave.
Her thighs clamped shut over Bianca’s face as quickly as they had spread as the torrent washed over her. Bianca’s hair was left bunched and sticking up out from between Kate’s thighs as she muffled a concerned whine.
“Keep licking,” Kate barked, her voice strained.
Bianca did as she was told, her tongue doing its best to move in the close and smothered space. Kate groaned as she leaned back just enough to rest the back of her head against the edge of the bed, pampering herself with the wiggle of the muscle.
“Yes,” she hissed, her hips now a slow, subtle rock.
A moment later she slid her hips back and spread her legs, revealing, for the second time, Bianca’s shining face. She smiled as Bianca reached over her legs to wipe at her eyes again.
“Ready for your reward?” Kate asked, her index finger idly toying with her clit.
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