Spend 300 coins to taste her pussy

You can't make eye contact and only stare at the beautiful diamond exposed by her underwear. She snaps her whip to get your attention and makes you jump. "You have a mouth; use it."

"Can I use it?" you stammer. "To eat you out? I mean. I'll pay 300 coins for the privilege."

She is a little taken aback. You don't think she had planned for that, but her face quickly changes to a you're-so-pathetic sneer. "I guess I can let that loser tongue touch me for 300 coins."

Tongue tied, you hand her the coins and get on your knees. She gives you another smirk before turning around and walking to her chair, her curvaceous ass swaying. You stare as she walks the few feet to her seat. Upon reaching it, she settles into it, adopting an elegant posture that tastefully presents her lingerie decorated breasts.

You feel stupid kneeling this far away from her throne, and begin to stand.

"Ah, ah, ah," she scolds shaking her head, "you know your place, bitch." With the handle of her whip, she points to the ground. Meekly, you start crawling. "Good boy," she congratulates in a condescending voice. Pathetically looking at the floor, you crawl towards her, only meeting her gaze when you reach her feet.

In her tantalizingly sparse clothing, Laura looks incredibly sexy as she smugly lords over you. Without a word, she parts her legs for you, and you place your face between them, her raw smell tickling your nose. Her pantie-framed slit slides closer to your face, engulfing your vision. You hesitantly poke your tongue out to brush her soft, pink flesh.

Your tongue presses deeper on the second caress, and you start to taste her sour arousal. She has shaved (probably in preparation for tonight), so each lick slides smoothly over her skin. Your cheeks rub against the delicate fabric of her crotchless lingerie as you dive deeper in. Her soft labia are drawn into her mouth as you suck her lips.

Still experimenting to find exactly what she likes, you slide your tongue from side to side. It brushes her lace panties, tasting the soft material. Laura lets out soft moan, but it's not your desired effect. Buried between her legs, you tap her heavenly sex with the tip of your tongue. Your tongue works its way up until it probes her clit.

"A--" she gasps high-pitched. "You aren't so terrible. I may keep your tongue. Show it to me," she adds while pulling you from her crotch by your hair. The air feels cold now that your damp face is away from the warmth of her loins. Eager to obey, you stick out your tongue. "Your face is a mess," she giggles before adding, "tongue-****."

She, in turn, looks even more stunning. Her face and chest are highlighted with a slight sheen of sweat, a visible reminder you are doing good work. Moreover, she looks down at you with confidence and contentment. You feel like a plaything in her grip.

"Now your cock."

{If Naked=truer}{else}You instinctively bow your head as you fumble with your pants. Soon enough your cock is in your hands. {endif}You stare up at your mistress, presenting your penis as best you can, eyes pleading for approval.

Laura looks down at you with a slight twinkle of arousal in her eye. You don't know if it's from the sight of your {if Penis cage=true}caged {elseif Arousal>50}hard {else} hardening {endif}penis or a cruel idea is working through her mind. Either way she lets out another maniacal giggle and shoves your face back into her pussy.

Obediently, you get back to work.

"Oh yes that's right bitch," she responds with an encouraging voice despite the biting words. "You know your place. I'm not going to touch your little cock." She presses you deeper into her crotch. "But you should be rewarded. Rub it on my boot," she commands.