Missed a spot.

After Jean washed my lower half, I was about to sit down when Jean stopped me. "Oh dear, Ma'am. I'm so sorry," she said, not sounding at ALL sorry. I regarded her with confusion. I couldn't find ANYTHING wrong with what was happening thus far.

"Um...what the fuck are you talking about?" I bluntly asked. Jean smiled. "I missed a spot. Please, allow me to get it for you." She leaned forward and began to lick my labia. Oh, that minx. I spread my legs to allow her tongue access to my inner areas. And I'll be damned if she wasn't good. Her tongue ran all over the right spots, making my breath come in sharper and sharper gasps.

I had a girl do this to me once. We were drunk at the time. Yeah, yeah, under age drinking, bitch, bitch bitch. Fuck you, we didn't drive. Anyway, this girl...um...what the fuck was her name...? Oh yeah, Felicity. She gets all in my face, drunk as hell and says she wants to eat me out. At this point, I didn't realize I was bi sexual, so I didn't think that was a good idea...but in my drunken state, I couldn't tell her that until she got started on me. Let's just say that my argument no longer held up. And when I repaid the favor, I realized that as long as they were willing to love/pleasure me until I scream, they were alright by me, boy or girl.

Back to the present, Jean had slipped her middle finger into my pussy as her tongue went to work specifically on my clit. "Oh Jean, you wonderful carpet muncher, you..." I cooed. She giggled and stopped to say something. "Cleaning carpets is my job, Ma'am." I laughed. "And you're damn good at it. Now get back to work," I told her. She buried her tongue into me again. I almost fell over as I orgasmed but she caught me. We kissed, letting me taste my own juices on her tongue. ...it sounds hot, but in pracitice, it's a little strange. Not BAD, but strange.