Jen Panics as Mick Takes Off Her Panties... And Cringes As He Has a Taste

The humiliation was working too. Like a child hiding under a blanket from the boogeyman, Jen had hidden her face with her hands.

One knee on the bedroom carpet Mick knelt as he continued to draw Jen's black lace panties down her long elegant legs until they dropped down her smooth shins, and rested at her elegant ankles. “Step out of them.” This she did. One foot at a time. “I want to see it."

"What?"

"Your pussy. I want to see what Dave's getting. Lift your dress.”

" Fuck." Jen murmured under her breath before gathering the silk hem of the dress. She then reluctantly lifted her dress to her waist.

Exposed for the first time Jen wanted to cry but Mick wanted to see more. “Part your legs.”

Like a good little school girl she obediently took a wide gait. Finally, for the first time, Mick could what he wanted.

Jen’s sweet sex. A tightly folded pussy, just as cute and appealing as the rest of her.

As if he was smelling a garden rose he leaned towards her pussy, so close he could feel the radiant body heat and sniffed the air. There was no distinct scent other than that of freshly washed skin. “Perfection.”

Mick didn’t ask, gave no warning before he lunged forward and gave her pussy a hard, wet lick. A dog like a slurp soon followed.

Jen screamed, “No.” Her hands tried to force him back but she was powerless and gave no further resistance. She closed her eyes and prayed for a quick end to humiliation.

Mick's strong tongue ploughed deep amongst the brown folds and grooves of the soft warm skin. He discovered Jen was sweet in taste as well as nature. She was also promising to be a submissive fuck.

Back and forth Mick's tongue swept like a predatory viper in the grass. He pushed deep into her welcoming tightness.

Although to begin with, Jen's womanhood was dry, Mick’s saliva replenished her garden.

Mick broke from the pussy for a second. His lips and chin soaked he gave Jen a wicked smile.

It wasn’t returned.

Undeterred hr parted her pussy lips with his thumbs, exposing her clit which then became the target of his licks.

Jen’s silence broke as a hint of reluctant moans passed her parted plum lips. This drove Mick on.

Though Jen fought her lust Jen knew her loins were stirring. Her passions racing through her body. She lifted her left leg and rested it on his broad shoulder. Perhaps, he thought, evidence that his sordid dedication was beginning to pay off.

Jen hated herself for it.