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  Dawn was surprised but the bizarre commands fired her lust. She was a little sickened but she was much more aroused than disgusted. Her own lust dominated her own nausea and forced it to serve its will, used it to somehow deepen the lust even further. She immediately followed Monica’s orders.

  Long breath in though her nose. So humid. So musky.

  Delicately blowing an oh-so-long breath out across Monica’s red, aroused pussy.

  Again and again and again.

  Dawn was a human bellows blowing the flames of Monica’s exhilaration.

  Monica’s musk seemed to accumulate on Dawn’s delicate inner nose hairs. She felt like her lungs would never be free of it. In her fertile imagination she felt people would be able to smell Monica’s pussy for days every time she exhaled a breath. She was mortified and hotly aroused.

  Each time she blew out her long slow gusts the pussy juice on Monica’s fingers dried, just for an instant, but were slick again as soon as they rubbed the pussy some more.

  Dawn watched the sex fluid flow freely and was momentarily disconcerted to feel an unnatural amount of fluid in her own mouth. For a surreal moment she thought the pussy juice was somehow making its way into her mouth! Then she realized it was her saliva and that made her realize she was actually hungry to eat Monica’s messy pussy.

  It made her feel shame and made her feel whorish. And made her own pussy juice flow even more. A few droplets actually fell to the carpet as she instinctively ground her mound against air.

  Monica’s moans and sexual grunts deepened and lengthened. Her jerky movements became clumsier. Dawn could see she was nearing orgasm. She anticipated an order to lick. She was eager for it. All this smell of musk without taste of musk made her anxious.

  She waited patiently but no order came. But Monica did.

  “Ahh! Ahhhhh! ”She thrust her mound up almost to Dawn’s chin and Dawn was surprised by a fine spray of droplets clouding into her face. Dawn blinked in bewilderment. She’d never known a woman could do anything like that. It was an incredible ability! It was disgusting and marvelous at the same time.

  Once she shook off her amazement and shook off her shock and shook off some of the droplets she felt a little angry. How nasty! Her entire face and much of her hair, neck, and shoulders was covered in a finely sprayed sheen of Monica’s vaginal oils. She had obviously done it on purpose. She could have at least warned Dawn. She should have warned her!

  The anger was fleeting and useless. It was quickly replaced by a strange all-in lust. She suddenly wanted nothing more or less than to wallow her entire face into Monica’s sexual pit.

  That’s what Monica wanted too. As her orgasm passed she lowered her rear back down but curled one hand around the back of Dawn’s neck and forced her face to follow the wet pelvis. When Monica’s ass came to rest the face was forced to continue down, was mashed into the wet folds, the nose and lips engulfed.

  Monica was triumphant, flying high from her orgasm, “Get in there you pussy sucker. Do what comes natural. Make me come. That last orgasm I gave myself. You’re starting now. You need to give me three to break even. ”

  Dawn couldn’t speak but she squealed in frustration. It wasn’t fair. That last one should count. She’d… participated in it. She tensed to pull back to argue her case but that hand was on her neck, bouncing her face inward insistently, and it wasn’t about to let go. No choice. She started licking and burrowing.

  She guessed she would have to provide three more orgasms but it wasn’t all bad news. The good news was the same as the bad news. Still three orgasms to provide. What a sexy, wicked adventure! What she had dreaded before she now looked forward to and her feelings of frustration and unfairness somehow added themselves onto her passion and magnified it. She wished she had a cock up her pussy or a dildo or at least had the courage to give in and finger herself.

  She almost did start touching herself but realized that would be a huge mistake. No way! She mustn’t. Any orgasm she had now Monica would probably count against her orgasm debt!

  Dawn licked and licked but really used her whole face to good effect. Monica flexed her knees in to hug at Dawn’s shoulders. After a few long minutes Dawn felt Monica readying to orgasm and she felt a thrilling excitement. She was making it happen!

  An instant before it happened she remembered Monica’s previous spray of musk. Like a skunk! Disgusting! What should she do? Should she pull away and get out of its way?

  She didn’t have to worry about it. It wasn’t her choice to make. Monica jammed her face down and her own groin up and groaned like a triumphant wrestler. Oils and juices flooded her pussy and streamlets flowed over Dawn’s flushed cheeks. She could barely breathe and she felt euphoria from lack of air, the sexual essences, and the thrill of sexual accomplishment.

  After ten long seconds of climaxing Monica couldn’t stand the contact of Dawn’s face any longer. She shoved her and Dawn rocked back, startled, gasping for air. As previously directed, she kept her wide eyes on that treat between Monica’s spread legs.

  Dawn felt some of Monica’s pussy juice trickle down the slopes of her breasts to gather in droplets dangling from her hard nipples. She so wanted to push a finger, no, fingers, no, her entire hand up her own pussy but she stopped the fulfillment of that urge through a monumental effort of will. She did make a slight compromise and used both hands to rub the pussy juice all over her little tits, first spreading it, then massaging it in, and then squeezing so hard her titties hurt but hurt so good.

  Even though Monica watched her with a wickedly triumphant grin Dawn could not see it. Her eyes were half-closed in sensual fog. The only sensual input reaching her through the passion was the explicit view of Monica’s hot pussy waiting for more action. Dawn moaned. She couldn’t blame that pussy for looking all hot and needy. Hers felt the same way. My God, she wondered could she get through providing two more orgasms without having one herself? She might go insane.

  Monica was delighted. The foxy little sunburned Mommy looked so aroused she might orgasm against air. This silly woman was putty in her hands!

  “Slut. Did you enjoy giving me an orgasm? ”

  Dawn’s tight fingers on her own breasts stilled, then tightened harder, “Yes. ”

  “Are you looking forward to giving me more? ’

  Dawn slowly nodded.

  “Speak up, Slut, I asked you a question. ”

  “Yes. ”

  “Say the whole thing. ”

  “Yes. I’m looking forward to giving you more orgasms. ”

  “Good, you’re being honest. Never lie to me. You’re not allowed. Nice and polite, too, that’s good. You like telling me all, being polite to me while I’m mean to you, doing what I tell you to do, letting you give me pleasure. You like all that. Don’t you? ”

  “Yes. Yes. All that. I like it. ”

  “All right, Honey Bitch. Now pinch your nipples for me. Real hard. Try to give yourself as much pain as possible. Your pain gives me pleasure and my pleasure gives you ecstasy. Doesn’t it? Go ahead, pinch those naughty nipples. Punish them. They deserve it. ”

  Dawn pinched them both, simultaneously and automatically. It was like her hands acted directly on Monica’s orders with no go-between in the shape of Dawn’s brain. Dawn thought her fingers were only going to lightly pinch and just go through the motions of obeying Monica’s will. She was shocked at how viciously they tweaked her hard nipples. When she realized how badly she was hurting herself she felt a surge of arousal and her fingernails tipped inward to deeply crease her tender nipples, hurting herself so much the worse. It was sharp agony. She could not tolerate it yet kept on inflicting it.

  “All right, you nipple-pincher slut. Get your slut-face inserted in my slot. Now. ”

  Dawn released her relieved nipples and knee-crawled a few inches in to better position herself. Her k
nees were quite sore from the carpet fibers but that was nothing compared to the horrible pain she’d inflicted on her own nipples. How could she have done that to herself just because Monica said to? It was sick and all wrong.

  “Wait a minute slut. I told you to get your mouth back to work but I never told you to stop pinching those nipples. Get back to it and don’t stop until I come. If you fail to keep pinching this orgasm won’t even count. ”

  Dawn gave a little groan of frustrated despair. So unfair! Her nipples were hot and hard twin aches from the previous pain inflicted and too much blood filling them. The same pinching fingernail pressure produced much greater pain now that so much blood had rushed to the wounded area making it all even more sensitive. She wanted to scream and she wanted to come.

  She had a task to perform. Her mouth went back to work and she had to admit she went to work with a lot of passionate vigor. Her tongue shot up Monica’s vaginal canal and sought the deep juices.

  Her fingers continuously caused tremendous pain to her nipples but sometimes she increased the pressure to make the pain even worse in synchronization with her deepest tongue thrusts, the ones that caused the root of her tongue to ache. Dawn didn’t know if she inflicted that extra pain as a punishment or as a reward.

  Dawn knew Monica could no longer see if she was really pinching her dangling nipples. She could definitely get away with stopping but she didn’t stop. For some reason she wanted to give her all. She did not want to hold anything back. That meant total obedience. You couldn’t be partly obedient, deciding what to do and what not to do. Making decisions meant awareness and awareness would be greater torture than anything her fingers could inflict. You either were totally obedient or you weren’t. If she submitted all the way she sensed she would survive this, even love it. It would also mean a change, a major change within herself, maybe a permanent change. She’d given up full resistance and there was no going back. Partial resistance meant condemnation on multiple fronts including internally.

  She needed to give in to Monica’s will. All the way. She wanted to.

  What Dawn didn’t know was whether she could recover her former self after all the sexual acts were completed or if she would be locked into a person of inescapable subservience to the will of this strange and mean, unfairly demanding woman.

  Of course, there was really only one way to find out….

  Dawn licked and licked and licked but she was no robot about it. She had genuine enthusiasm and excitement. She wanted to please this intimidating woman. Again. She wanted, needed, to find out if she could make her orgasm yet again. Could this woman gush a third time? What would it taste like? As skunky or even skunkier?

  She licked all over but in different ways. Short and long licks. Hard and light licks. She moved her tongue like a hummingbird hovering over flowers, tonguing outer and inner labia as well as clitoris and clitoral hood, even down to the band of flesh between the vagina and Monica’s anus. She did all possible combinations of lick and location. It was clear her efforts pleased the foul-mouthed woman and that pleased Dawn. Monica was cursing her creatively but each curse was a compliment somehow. Like how the woman made pain feel good. Each insult felt like high praise and caused a little pulsing flex of pleasure deep within her sex. She really wished she could be allowed to touch her own sex even though she thanked God she could not.

  Monica cuffed her lightly on the side of her head, cursing her for not making her come yet. Dawn knew she deserved it. She certainly had not made the woman orgasm. She was inadequate. She was failing. She deserved to be hit again. Harder. Much harder.

  Her own pussy twitched, almost a contact free orgasm, and she groveled her face into the steaming hot pussy in front of her. Her mouth was so sore and her tongue so tired. Her nipples were so sore even her fingers were tired of pinching them.

  None of that mattered. Not even her own needy pussy mattered. What she needed was to please this woman Monica into climaxing. Not to accomplish her goal of emancipation from her but just because it was the proper way of things. Dawn knew that now, knew it throughout her body and soul.

  Monica orgasmed a wet gusher and Dawn tried to slurp up as much of the released juices as she could get. What she had sought to avoid just a little while ago, she was now desperate to obtain and swallow down.

  Monica groaned and groaned in high sensitivity as Dawn dutifully suctioned all over her pussy. She got a lip seal over the vaginal hole and was able to all at once suck in almost an entire mouthful of fluid. She swallowed it down gloriously. She wanted the wicked woman’s juices to be absorbed into her body, to flow through her arteries, to arrive in her brain and take her over….

  Monica didn’t want any rest. She kept Dawn’s face jammed into her pussy by pushing and pulling harsh handfuls of Dawn’s hair. Dawn was glad to serve. She was relieved the first orgasm had not counted so that she’d have the privilege of giving Monica an extra orgasm. She was also oddly sad that this next orgasm she gave would be the last one she ever gave Monica and the last one she gave any woman because she wasn’t a lesbian no matter how much she loved acting like one.

  She had a daughter, gave birth to her, so she could never be a lesbian, could she? She was a parent and had important financial duties safeguarding and overseeing her dead husband’s fortune so obviously she could not become a full time practicing subservient, could she?

  Dawn licked and sucked and tongue thrust for many long minutes without sensing Monica breathing harder or coming any nearer at all to orgasm. At this rate it would never happen. She’d have to come back for another ‘encounter’ to finish the job. She felt frustration but also a forbidden arousal at the thought. She guessed another session wouldn’t be all bad. She could hardly wait to get away from Monica so she could finger herself to half a dozen orgasms. This nasty encounter could fuel finger fuck fantasies for years, maybe decades. Maybe she would pinch her nipples with one hand while jamming three fingers from her other hand up there….

  “Pussy-licker, you’ll never make me come with pure pleasure, not after three orgasms. You need to turn on my mind as well. I like dishing out a little pain just to keep things interesting. It makes me quite passionate. If you want me to climax again you need to give me permission to smack your lovely rear while you lick me. What do you think of that? ”

  Dawn waggled her eyebrows while continuing to lick. Monica’s hands kept her face pressed to her pussy so she could not speak anyway. Clearly her question was rhetorical. Dawn wasn’t sure what she’d say if she could speak anyway.

  “Speak up bitch! ”

  Dawn mumbled something, she didn’t know what, into Monica’s sweet musky folds. Monica seemed to enjoy that both bodily and with a cruel smile of amusement. Dawn marveled at how in control and in charge Monica was. She was a sexual leader who deserved sexual followers. Dawn had always been good at letting others take charge of affairs in other matters. Why not sexually as well?

  “Talk louder you stupid cunt! ”

  Dawn tried and tried to speak but Monica crushed her face into the pussy flesh and every time Dawn opened her mouth folds of labia sprang past her lips. Dawn tried and tried, frustrated but aroused knowing this was pleasing Monica. She knew she’d do it as long as Monica wanted and would keep trying to speak even knowing no sensible sound was meant to be heard.

  “Close your eyes, stupid, and yell it. Keep yelling what you want until I tell you to stop. ”

  Dawn began yelling against the slick softness of Monica’s pussy. It was weirdly exciting, like breathing pure pussy instead of air. She figured she would keep yelling whatever she was yelling up into that pussy until Monica came. As commanded of course she kept her eyes tightly closed.

  Suddenly Monica used her hair handles to jerk her face up off the pussy. Dawn knew instantly what was happening and knew exactly why Monica was doing it. The realization caused a sexual surge within her. She’d
thought she wouldn’t yell at all, or would only speak, or, at least, not yell loudly but she yelled with all her might and much more force in the open air than she had with her numerous pussy-muffled attempts.

  “SPANK ME! HIT ME! HURT ME! ”

  “I’d like to but that sounds a lot like a demand instead of a polite request. Perhaps if you begged me? ”

  “I beg you, Monica, I beg you to smack my ass or hurt me wherever you want. If you like it, do it, please! Please, please! ”

  “Hmm, Honey, that does sound tempting. I know that tight little ass of yours can take a tremendous amount of pain. It really wants it and I really want to give it. But there is something missing. It might just ruin my opportunity to orgasm once more…. ”

  “What? What is it? I beg you to tell me. ”

  “You called me Monica. As if we are equals. Quite irritating. Really ruins the mood. ”

  “But… that’s your name! I’ll call you anything you want. Please, tell me how to address you. I’ll do it. We need to come. I mean… you need to come and I really want to make it happen. Tell me, please, tell me! ”

  “Very well. As a favor. You may -- you must -- call me Mistress or Mistress Monica. From now on, whenever we’re together, company or not, sex or no sex. Understood? ”

  Dawn was flabbergasted. She could maybe call her Mistress, why not, it was sort of sexy and, well, she pretty much knew she’d now do -- for the moment -- whatever Monica instructed her. She was fine with calling her that in private, especially while licking her privates. It was sexy! If it pleased Monica… Mistress Monica! … she knew it would make herself happy too.

  Only for right now though. The image of calling her that in front of other people was absolutely mortifying! But she knew it couldn’t be that big of a deal because this would be their final encounter. Wouldn’t it? Well, of course, it was all agreed. As long as she gave Monica just one more orgasm and she was so close now. The idea of escape from the clutches of this woman was bittersweet even while the taste of her pussy was musky in her mouth.