A good tongue-lashing

Beatrice leans down and softly blows warm air onto your neck up to your ear. “Close your eyes, dear, “ she breathes into your ear. “I can show you places you never even dreamed of. Do you want old Beatrice to take you there?”

You couldn't even get up right now if you wanted to. The heavy fragrance of incense and hash, the low, soothing music, Beatrice's soft caresses, the feel of her body against yours and the oil on your heated skin are drawing you deeper and deeper into some kind of sensual trance.

“Yes!” you moan, obediently closing your eyes, while Beatrice's tongue licks along the contours of your ear. She withdraws her tongue, and after a few seconds it is replaced by something cold and wet. You let out an involuntary shriek as the cold object penetrates your ear.
You hear a slurping sound from Beatrice and figure that she must have taken a small ice-cube into her mouth, which she now drags down your neck and over your shoulder, while her hands are still gently massaging your oily body.

You let out soft whimpers as Beatrice trails soft kisses along your arm, alternating between using her tongue and the ice-cube she keeps in her mouth.
She lets the melting ice pool in the crook of your arm, then slurps it up with her tongue flicking madly against your skin, making you giggle.
Then she trails her soft lips along your tits, letting the ice shortly drop in the valley between then, which makes you squeal again. Her strong hands gently knead your quivering breasts while she kisses up to your left nipple and starts sucking on it. The contrast of her hot mouth to the cold of the ice and the metal of her piercing is driving you wild.
One of her hands slides slowly down between your legs, gently teasing the area around your swollen pussy lips. Occasionally her fingers brush your vagina or clit under the small thong.

Beatrice's lips slowly works their way downward, leaving a glistening trail of saliva on your breasts and belly. She leaves the remains of the ice cube in your belly button, making you cry out in shock.
By the time she spreads your pussy with her hands and softly blows at your dripping slit, you are a sweating and quivering bundle of nerves, kneading your tits with both hands and continuously letting out breathless gasps. With one quick, experienced motion, Beatrice lifts your ass and slides your panties off your legs.

You let out another cry as her ice-cold tongue-piercing flickers over your clit, and slides down towards your gaping hole. Beatrice flicks her hot tongue over your steaming cunt and your puckered ass. But you can't take it anymore. With an urgent moan you grab her head and shove it against you, wanting to finally feel her tongue inside you.

Beatrice immediately complies and shoves her tongue deep into your soaking depths. The cold metal of the piercing feels like fire against your inner walls, her agile tongue like water extinguishing it and flooding all over your exposed nerve endings, only for the ice-cold fire to be rekindled at another spot.
Deeper and deeper Beatrice's tongue invades your, flickering and dancing all over your pussy walls. You arch your back until your whole upper body is supported only by the top of your head pressed against the cushions. With wide open eyes you see the whole room looking at you; even Sara, who is lying on her back in the cushions being fucked by the thin Indian girl with a strap-on dildo.

Finally your orgasm comes crushing down on you with immense ****. You whole body is quivering and your arms and legs flail around wildly. The Queen licks you all the way through, until you slowly come down from your heights. You feel the lustful stares of the women in the room still upon you, and your throat feels strangely raw. You realize that you must have been screaming all the way through your orgasm, and actually turn read as you sink back into the pillows still gasping for breath.

The Queen B slumps down beside you. She is panting heavily and her face is reddened from exhaustion and soaked in your juices. But she has a triumphant smile on her lips.

For a while you both lie next to each other regaining your breath, as the room fills again with the sound of sex as your spectators return to their own love making. You hear Sara's sharp moans near you as Priya starts fucking her again.
Finally you roll over onto Beatrice's soft body and capture her lips in a long tender kiss. “I think it is payback time now,” you tell her with a smirk on your face.