Tongue out, head down

Your first taste of Amber is of sweat as you lustily run your tongue from her heel to the tip of her toes, your saliva seeping in the holes of her fishnets.

"Good doll." The words send shivers down your spine as her other foot pats you on the cheek. You look up to her approval, pausing in your work-

WHAP - Her foot catches you in the cheek, a quick kick to the held that send your vision spinning. "Did I tell you to stop, doll?"

"No, ma-" The second kick is even faster, sharper. Cheeks red, head ringing, you rub at your face in shock. What was that for?

Her voice still glows with honeyed warmth as she stares down at you from her chair. "Did I say you could talk, doll?"

You almost speak, but thinking better of it you shake your head and immediately dive back at her foot, bathing it as you hope to earn her lost approval. She coos as your tongue tickles between her toes, that light bell of laughter cascading over you as you keep at it, working, yearning to please her...

And then her foot is pushed into your face. "Enough of the audition. You've got a wicked little tongue for such a sad shrimpling of a boy - why don't we put it to better use?" Her massive thighs spread apart, straining at the fabric of her skirt as she reveals her shaved, naked vagina, glistening wet even in the darkness under the desk. Her foot holding you back, you stare up at it, a dark, warm invitation for you, but beyond your reach.

You strain forward, moaning, your little cock rigid in your pants, aching, ****... and the amazonian woman above you smiles as she moves her foot aside and you lunge forward into her pussy.

"That's it doll, worship it." The command pushes you further as you feel her muscular legs fold over your back, locking you into her crotch like a prisoner in a stockade. "Show every inch of me how much better I am than you, how superior, how much I deserve to be worshiped. "

Your jaw and your tongue ache from the effort, but you just know, if you can't have confidence in yourself, her approval will be enough, will be the only thing that matters. Folded against her, there is no light, only heat and the muffled sound of her pleasing moans - her legs start to constrict on you, squeezing you, too powerful, too strong, forcing the air out even as you struggle to keep licking, keep pleasuring the powerful woman above you...

Her thighs squeeze against your head and you start to see spots. If this keeps up, she could crush you completely, but you don't dare stop, don't dare displease her. "Keep going, doll, I'm almost..." No breath left in your body, you keep licking, keep licking, just to please her, just to...

When she comes, the quake through her muscles shakes you like a sandcastle in a hurricane, wrenching your abused body up and down as her abs ripple with the explosion of pleasure. "AH, YES, YES, YES-"

But even the pleasure your mistresses screams are denied you as the darkness takes your mind and you pass out, muffled in her thighs...