She sits on your face

Sprawled on the sheeting, the baby oil beneath you, your hands still bound behind your back, Donna begins massaging your body. She starts with the feet and legs, applying the baby oil to you until you are slick, moving up to your thighs and then higher. You gasp as her fingers make contact with the aching cove of your cunt. She teases your clit with a touch and smiles at your agonized reaction. You spread your legs, inviting her to touch you more, but she moves on, oiling your tummy and moving up to your breasts. She leans over your, drenching your titflesh with the oil, squeezing and mashing your tits together, tweaking your straining nipples and then crushing your breasts in her hands. She stops at your neck, leaving your face only touched by a few droplets of the sweet-smelling oil.

She strokes your cheek with the back of her hand, looking down at you almost sweetly. "I think, before we start, I'd like to cum again. Would you like for me to sit on your face, Rebecca?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" she asks.

"Please, sit on my face. I want to make you cum."

Her heavy thighs enclose your head and the hot folds of her cunt descend on your mouth. You welcome he heat of her pussy and greet it with your eager tongue, tasting her and smothering beneath her, your nose in her fragrant hair and your mouth working feverishly on her cunt.

"This is what you like, isn it?" Donna asks, a bit breathless with pleasure. You murmur into her folds and she shifts her weight, pressing more firmly down on your face. "Eat it, slut. Drown in my cunt. You can breathe when you make me, oooh, make me cum."

Donna, thankfully, is more merciful than she first threatens. She lifts her weight several times, giving you a chance to gasp a lungful of air. Sometimes she leans back so she can see your red, juice-glazed face, grabbing your hair and slapping your cheeks as she offers her critique. "Suck harder on that clit, you little slut. Treat it like a dick. Worship it."

As she rides your face closer and closer to her climax, you begin to hurt from the contorted position you are in. Your shoulders ache and your wrists force you to permanently arch your back.

"Oh, yes, that's right," she moans. "Quick little licks, around and around the clit. As fast as you can. Yes...ah...yes..."

Donna rests her weight on your mouth and rocks, sliding her slippery slit from your nose to your chin, greasing you with her juicing cunt, burying you beneath her folds. All you can do is flick your tongue as she cries out, so tight against your mouth that you can feel the clench and release of her inner muscles in the throes of her orgasm. She finally lifts up, the boiling heat of her pussy replaced with the relative coolness of her bedroom. You blink at the light and she leans in and kisses you. Her domineering is tender, for the moment, and she strokes your breast and tastes herself on your lips.

"You're very beautiful," she says, teasing your nipple and looking into your eyes. "I'm lucky to have you as my obedient fucktoy."

"Can you untie me?" you beg. "My shoulders really hurt."

The kidness fades from her expression. Her fingers tighten into a painful pinch against your nipple.

"I was going to, but since you asked...no." She slaps your breasts. You squirm in the slippery oil, unable to escape. "Obedience will be rewarded. Whining will be punished."