Reluctantly tongue her twat

The heat of Donna's quivering cunt seems to swallow you up as she presses your face against her warm, wet mound. It's like being thrown into a jungle, every sense stewing in the juices of her body, your mouth brushes her smoldering folds and you feel the dew of her excitement on your lips. The swampy heat of her surrounds you. Her thick thighs close around your head, working with her hands to pin you against her sex.

"Lick me," she moans. "Tease me with your tongue. Make my clit nice and hard."

You extend your tongue tentatively, but Donna works her hips and grinds herself against your mouth, ensuring your tongue dips into the honeyed folds of her pussy and you sample her slightly sour juices. Your lips and tongue are pressed into her and you find yourself struggling even to breathe, inhaling the rich musk of her arousal through your nose as you desperately worm your tongue deeper into the overflowing cove of her cunt. The taste of her floods your mouth and you swallow, slippery waves of her juice mixing with your saliva, her fluid smearing all over your cheeks and nose and dripping down to your chin.

The mound-muffled sound of your breathing and the wet slosh of Donna's cunt against your mouth is all you can hear. She's above you, moaning with pleasure, issuing commands, but you only hear them intermittently. Locked in her thighs, drowning in her swampy slit, you miss an important command. She yanks your head up and you gasp for fresh air. She looks down at you, snarling, her face flushed with arousal.

"Suck my clit," she says. "Your tongue feels good, but you'll never get me off with what you're doing. I'll show you where to suck since you seem like you're having trouble."

Donna releases her grip on your sweaty hair and uses her hand to splay open her fleshy mound. Strands of thick liquid connect her fingers as she parts her folds, opening her pink fucktunnel to full view, and presses down on either side of her clit with two fingers. The pressure of her fingers makes the glistening gumdrop of her clit peek from beneath its hood. Donna shifts on the loveseat, dragging her ass towards you and pushing down her chin so it's lost in the packed pile of her tits.

"Get your face back down here," she gestures, her big ass drooping over the edge of the sofa.

Fearing her wrath, you lower your face to her pungent pussy and begin licking. Your tongue traces a teasing course around her mound, tickling her labia before you move, as directed, to the hard nub of her clit. Your lips find it like the eraser on the end of a pencil and hold it firm as your tongue flicks it.

Each contact elicits a soft cry from Donna.

"Suck," she moans.

You dutifully tighten your lips on the hot bullet of flesh and begin applying suction. She moans steadily and keeps your head pressed tightly to her dripping cunt. For the next few minutes her game of domination ends and she closes her eyes and holds you tightly by your hair. She occasionally barks a simple instruction like "tongue-fuck me" or "lick fast." Your face is awash in her juices, but you still aren't able to make her cum. She growls and pushes you onto your back on the carpeted floor of her office.

She unceremoniously kicks off her shoes and you think she is about to step on your face. Her feet land heavily on either side of your head and you stare up into the dark void of her skirt. She hikes it back up to her waste, revealing the mess of her cunt and then she squats. There is nothing subtle about what she is doing. Because you have failed to make her cum she intends to make herself cum using your face. Her cunt and ass fall heavily over your nose and mouth. She rests her weight on your forehead and begins grinding your mouth. You can hardly breathe, but you extend your tongue and strain your muscles as she rides your mouth to a grunting, almost animalistic orgasm.

"Fuck," she cries, sliding her sloshing slit on a track running from your chin to your nose. Her soft thighs tighten around your head and she cuts off almost all sound. You hear her pleasure transmitted through the meat of her legs. Her pussy convulses and drizzles more of her juices down your cheeks and to your neck.

When she finally rises, you are gasping for air and drenched in her girlcum and your sweat. She plops down on the sofa, panting and disheveled herself.

"Okay," she declares. "I'll give you a temporary pass, but we aren't finished, Rebecca. Monday afternoon, one o'clock, we need to work on your technique.

Now come up here and give me a kiss."

You crawl obediently onto her lap. She cradles your ass with one hand and mauls you with her mouth. Kissing you, thrusting her tongue into your mouth, almost down your throat, before lowering her face to your tits and roughly sucking your nipples. As she kisses and licks your sensitive nipples, she toys with your ass with the fingers of the hand supporting you.

"Much as I want to give that pretty mouth another try," says Donna, wiping away a pubic hair you unwittingly transferred to her lips, "you need to get back to work if you're going to keep this job."

She's right. It's almost one o'clock and you still have an insane amount of work to get through.