Making it up to Mistress Alison

Reaching down, Alison managed to free herself of the strapon, leaving the thick length buried in Lizzy's well fucked ass.

"Okay Lizzy - I'll give you a chance to prove you can be a good girl. Since you've put me through all this hassle, I think you can make it up to me."

Lizzy barely heard, her body lying motionless on the desk except for the panting breaths as she tried to recover from her brutal penetration. Her tears dripped down her face, now begining to subside as her punishment had halted.

Alison gently drew Lizzy up from the desk. Her cheerleading top was rumpled up, while the skirt fell back over her pussy and ass. Quickly searching through her desk, Alison found some scissors. In moments, the tattered remains of Liz's clothes began to fall to the floor - although Alison let her keep her skirt.

As hands reached up to massage her plump orbs, Lizzy trembled but tried to hide her fear. Fingers mauled the soft flesh, working their way to tease the nipples into stiffness. Whilst one hand fondled her victim's breasts, Alison's other hand reached up to grab the silky black ponytail. A sharp tug got Liz's attention, before Alison began to guide her to the floor. Lizzy fought to maintain some balance, and somehow managed to end up on her back on the floor uninjured.

Alison surveyed the confused and scared girl on the floor. Her handcuffed wrists made her chest thrust upwards invitingly, and her eye's were wide with fear. Kneeling next to her head, Alison carefully removed the gag.

"Please! Stop Miss Winters" begged Lizzy desperately "I promise I'll be good, just let me go..."

Before Lizzy could continue, Alison straddled the girl's face and lowered her hot slit down onto the surprised face.

"It's time for you to apologize to me Lizzy - lick me until I cover your little slutty face with my juices."

As Alison rested her weight down, she felt Lizzy's nose pressing into her slit and the warm, damp trail of tears against her thighs. However, she did not feel any licking.

Angry at the girl's slowness, Alison lashed out at the firm peak of Lizzy's left tit. The crack of flesh echoed in the room, followed only a split second later by the bellow of pain from Liz. Watching the tit shake, Alison thrilled at the feeling of that scream against her pussy. As she watched a red mark begin to colour the pale skin, she felt Lizzy's tongue obediently begin to lap at her clit.

Alison felt no mercy however, and her hand swept down I'm a viscious arc to connect with with the untouched right breast. Again, a scream was drawn from Lizzy, pleasuring Alison. Her hips bucking against Lizzy's face, Alison began to alternate between the exposed peaks. Each it turn would be slapped, the flesh quickly reddening and the muffled screams becoming almost continuous.

"Be a good girl Lizzy, and make me cum. Make me cum on your little slut tongue. You better do it quick before I start finding new ways to **** these big whore tits of yours."

For five minutes, Alison rode Lizzy's face. Lizzy's soft breasts were a deep crimson now, her tears puddled beneath her head and her screams had beenreduced to pained grunts at each new ****. Alison felt the uncertain ministrations of Lizzy's tongue pushing her over the edge. Her fingers clamped down on the sore breasts, fingernails digging deep into the soft flesh, getting a renewed scream of agony from Lizzy.

Lizzy hardly noticed her mistress' scream of pleasure that matched her own scream of pain, but she felt the rush of juices that soaked her face and the clamping of thighs around her head as Alison rode out her orgasm.