Get to Work

Silhouetted by Luna and the starry heavens Cassie, towering over me like a titan, pulls her dress up and off of her sumptuously curvaceous body to reveal she had nothing on underneath! Pinned to the ground beneath her foot I lay in the grass and just gaze upon her magnificence.

The pale light of the moon paints the left side of her voluptuous form, hugging the curve of her hip, the soft roundness of her breast, the smooth contour of her bare leg and giving her dark hair, still wet from the river, a lustrous sheen. Most of her body was swallowed by the darkness but the tantalizing traces I could see allows my imagination to fill in the rest. The barest hint of her erect nipple standing out from the rest of her breast can just be seen, the effect of the cool night on her damp skin. As my gaze licks down her left arm and shoulder I can make out the subtle changes from training with me and the other men under Toke. Though her transformation wasn’t nearly like Rosa’s over the past few months it was just as significant. When I’d first met her shin deep in another river those months ago she had the firm forearms of any hard-working farm woman. Now those elegant female muscles stretched up her arm and shoulder giving them an alluring shape that was not only beautiful but suggested power and coordination. The rest of her, still as soft and buxom as ever, the change was far more subtle but her arms, calves and shoulders gave away that beneath the wonderful softness was firm muscle. Had I told a stranger that one of my party was part Amazon their eyes would no doubt fall upon this spectacular specimen of feminine strength first.

Despite the danger we were in I find myself slipping into the comfortable role of submissive. After a day as stressful as this one it was like a massage after being on the fields from sunup to sundown during harvest time. With impressive balance she lifts the foot on my chest then holds it off the ground as she unties then removes her leather sandalia. She holds it out at arm’s length a moment then drops it straight on my face.

Her voice is low, kept safely below the babble of the river that flowed to both the north and south of us, but firm in her Lady’s tenor as she says. “You kiss her dainty slippers. Now kiss mine.” She commands. Taking the empty sandalia I turn it over and kiss the toe as I would with Rosa. Though I could not actually see her expression the way the light bent on her cheek I knew she was smiling…as she shakes her head no. “Nice try, boy.” She brings her bare foot down not on my chest but on my cock! Her toes grip at my growing manhood through my breeches as she begins to stroke. “But for me you kiss the sole.”

“Yes, Mistress Cassie.” I whisper as I flip it back over and kiss the smooth, worn leather on the bottom of her shoe.

Again she shakes her head. “If I wanted you to kiss the bottom I would have stepped on you. No. Inside. Kiss it. Lick it. Taste it. Now!”

A shuddering breath escapes me as I fall ever deeper into the ‘boy’. Cassie’s male-domination was coming along leaps and bounds. And she was finding her own unique style, so very different from our Lady’s gentle dominance. My eyes widen, not in surprise but in deferential awe, as I gaze up at her shadowy face. Slowly I turn the sandalia over, pull the strings to open it wider…then press my nose and mouth inside the shoe. Though it was wet with river water it still had the subtly pungent aroma of her sweaty foot after a long and hot day’s travel. She watches my in silence, her foot continuing to stroke my now hard erection through my clothes. Holding her unseen gaze I take in a great breath through my nose then kiss the inner sole of her shoe. After another big sniff I extend my tongue and take a long lick from heel to halfway to the toes, the flavors of leather, salt and river water mingle on my senses.

She kicks the shoe from my hand. “Good boy. But you’re always good, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress Cassie.”

“Heh!”

“Nnngh.” I groan under my breath as suddenly her foot flattens over my cock and balls and she leans her weight into it.

“How am I ever supposed to punish you if you’re good all the time?” She clearly never wanted an answer as she gives my dick a twist of her foot then steps off of it. On foot planted on either side of me she kicks my left arm and then my right out to my sides in a crucifix position. Then, without warning, she drops to her knees…over my face!

“Mmph!” I grunt as simultaneously her shins hit my biceps, her ass hits the top of my chest, and her pussy smashes into my mouth and chin. The soft flesh of her inner thighs was cool against my cheeks from the river and the night, as was her butt against my chest, but her pussy was as warm and inviting as ever.

“Start licking, boy.” She croons, grinding her warm, wet sex into my mouth. “And don’t even think about stopping until I say so.”

There was no ‘yes, Mistress’ this time as my mouth was already full of pubes and pussy. “Nnngh!” I groan softly as I begin to trace her fleshy folds with my tongue.

Grabbing my hair Cassie pulls my tighter to her. “No foreplay. We don’t have time for that tonight. Get to work!”

“MMmmm!” I moan as waste no more time. Plunging my tongue deep into her hot cunny I tongue-fuck her as my lips work her clit and labia. Looming over me as large as a mountain the shape of Cassie’s hot body undulates as she rides my face, the way she gripped my hair even making it appear as if she held the pommel of a saddle. I could see very little, her form just black silhouette with wan highlights here and there blotting out the celestial background, but it was enough to see the hourglass shape and the swell of her breasts and dark curls of her hair. Beneath her I writhe in submissive bliss, my arms pinned helpless to my sides. With a great scoop of my tongue I slurp up her succulent nectar, so earthy and human compared to the others, an flick my tongue across her taut little clit before latching onto it to suck it and grind my tongue against it. “Mmmm!”

“Fuck!” She lets out a breathy whisper. “Yessss! Like that, boy. Just like that.” She grinds deeper and faster, her juicy slit wetting my chin and her river damp pubes filling my flaring nostrils. “Harder! Faster! Come on you beautiful fucker! Make me cum!”

“NNNGH!” At her urging I redouble my efforts. Thoughts of hounds and escapes and destinations melt away as my entire focus hones in on my middle Mistress’ pleasure. I suck and slurp with targeted ferocity as she rides my mouth so hard it makes my teeth hurt. Denied the use of my hands and cock I pour all I had into my lips and tongue, even my nose, chin and teeth, bringing to bear any tool I had at my disposal to achieve the goal of hearing my dominant woman cum. I doubt the sirens themselves could make a sound so sweet as that. “Mrrrmmm!”

“Yes! Yes, Quin!” Her hips buck with rising desperation, her pussy getting wetter by the second. “Gods….gods…gods! FU…” Clamping her mouth shut to hold in the cry of ecstasy her whole body quivers as her climax claims her at last. “NNNNNNNGHHHH!!!”

Achieving the orgasm was a blissful victory for a man like me, but I knew my job was not done yet. Slurping and sucking the flowing nectar that wet my my lips and cheeks and chin I continue to eat her out and work her clit to make that ecstasy extend as long and as powerfully as possible. Using all the techniques taught to me by my high Lady I keep servicing Cassie’s cunny like the good boy I was. “MMMM!”

“Fuuuuuuuuck!”