I ask to go again.

(As suggested by telaviv telaviv, Emily wants more.)

I consider my options whilst my mistress idly plays with my hair. There are so many things that I want to try, and each time I think I have settled on something to ask for, I think of something else I want to try. I really want her to spank me, but would that be considered foreplay? We’re a little past that by now. Maybe I could ask her to sit on my face? Time spent between those pillowy thighs worshiping my mistress's cunt surely wouldn’t be wasted. But what if…

But no matter what erotic situations I consider, my mind only seems to want to circle back to what had just happened. My head buried between her thighs, the moans of my mistress as she uses me for her pleasure, the feelings of helplessness mixed with the sense of accomplishment, I never realised I could enjoy it all so much. Fuck it. I look up to the mistress and ask, “Can we do that again?”

She looks at me for a moment, incredulous, before she bursts into laughter. “You want to do that again? Really?” She shrugs, and I am about to reply in the affirmative, but before I can her grip tightens on my hair and my face is drawn inexorably towards that glorious pussy for the second time. This time is rougher, forcing me to close my eyes as my world shrinks to the taste and feel of her labia on my tongue.

I’m sure that she cums more than once, waves of salty, sweet fem-cum flooding my mouth as her muffled moans ring thought the garden, but I am far too lightheaded to notice. My lungs burn, my only relief is the occasion gasp of air my mistress grants me, and I fucking love it.

I lose track of time as I focus on the movements of my tongue and the sounds of her pleasure. I’m so engaged that I am taken utterly by surprise when she pushes me back with considerable ****, and I land on my back in the soft turf with a slight “oof”. My brain finally catches up, and I see my mistress standing over my head, looking down at me with smouldering eyes. Then she is descending, and my world is once again consumed by the pliant flesh of her thighs and her sodden cunt as her weight settles onto my face.

I lick, suck, and nibble like a woman possessed. One hand frantically teases her clit, whilst the other is between my legs as I frig myself with gusto. Every time I find my release, the vibrations of my moans set off a chain reaction, and it is not long until the lusty deer-woman above me is shaking in the throes of orgasmic release herself.

An unknowable amount of time later, my mistress collapses off me, and we both lay panting in the grass. Her face is flush, and her voice is a little shaky as she says, “gods above and below kitten, that was incredible.” I beam, proud that my skills have reduced this proud dom into a panting mess.

She gets onto her knees shakily and moves over to me. Propping my head up, she scoots forward so that my head rests in her lap. She smiles down at me, fingers running through my hair as she says. “Get a little rest, kitten, you look like you are about to pass out, and you have certainly earned it.” More than happy to oblige, I let my eyes close, enjoying the sensation of the sun on my skin and the softness of one of the best pillows in the world. In no time at all, I sink into a contented sleep.