Take pleasure

I look down at the boy bent over before me, his ass sweltering, his face contorted in soft sobs. For a brief moment, I wonder if I should do something nice for him, maybe help him with that throbbing erection.

Nah, fuck that, I think. This is about my satisfaction as much as his. I want to see how much pleasure I can take. And if it gets to be too much, well, he has his safe word, doesn't he?

"You ever eaten pussy before?" I ask.

"...No?" he sniffles. I bring the strap down on his butt as hard as I can. He squeaks in startlement. "Hey, chill, lady! I--" I smack him again. "What the fuck?!" And again. At last, he shuts up.

"I knew you were dense, but not this dense," I say. "So...have you ever eaten pussy before?"

He thinks this time. "No, Mistress Auburn."

I pat him on his burning ass, forcing a sharp intake of breath. "There. That wasn't so hard, was it?" I kneel down in front of him. "So, no cunnilingus on the resume, huh? Typical man-child. Never a thought in that cracked cranium for pleasing the women in your life. Well...I've got a treat for you."

I turn to face away from him and pull my thong to the side, exposing my crack and pussy lips. "No matter how intoxicating my cunt might be, you are absolutely not allowed to cum. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes...Mistress Auburn."

By bending my knees slightly and backing up, I'm able to shove my undercarriage right into his face. His nose pokes against my taint, no doubt getting a good whiff of my cleaned butthole. His tongue reaches out--a warm, wet little wriggling organ--and runs through my lips, tasting my arousal. I press myself harder against him, and his tongue enters my pussy proper, tip fluttering against the walls. Not bad for a first timer.

I fuck myself on his face for a few long minutes, enjoying the muted pleasant hum as his tongue explores my folds. It's not enough to get me off, however, and eventually my knees begin to ache. I reach a hand down to help him out, rubbing my clit desperately as I close my eyes and imagine the look of indignation on the boy's face at being forced to service me in such a degrading way. The face transforms into that of my last date. If he had been amenable to something like this, maybe things would have gone better.

The orgasm bursts upon me unexpectedly. I give a small cry as my legs tremble and my hand falls lifelessly away from my crotch. The waves of ecstasy pass through me, a throbbing rhythm of bliss pushing me right out of my own mind.

When I return, I hear the boy sputtering incoherent words against my pussy. Alarmed, thinking he might be trying to say his safe word, I pull away.

It turns out this is not the case. Instead, he's cursing up a storm, and I immediately see why. His cock is spewing cum all over the concrete floor beneath him, painting little arcs and bursts of translucent sticky white. An impressive display, given that I never so much as breathed on his manhood.

I grin at him evilly. "Naughty boy! Can't even obey the simplest of commands! Oh, believe me, you're going to get it now!"