mistress Queenie takes a break with you

Queenie walks you a bit more before sitting on a park bench, tugging your leash to keep you close. "All this walking's tired me out sooo much," she coos, clearly an exaggeration to anyone without honeybee hormones flooding their brain. "Be a dear, puppy, and massage mommy's thighs."

You walk obediantly on all fours in front of her, shamelessly erect just from touching her. You massage her strong but slender thighs, Queenie making a show of cooing and moaning. "Yesss, they're so sooore," she purrs, spreading her legs wider. The scent of her snatch hits you full **** in the open air, taking a long **** breath of her.

"You've been such a good boy," she sighs to you, petting over your hair with her dainty perfect fingers. "Go on. Have a taste of mama's honey." It was as if heaven's gates themselves opened up to you, and it was all you could do to not just leap on her and mount her. You lean in firmly, taking a long slow lick of her pussy. It tastes just as you'd imagine, thick and sweet and faintly sweaty from the walk, but damned if you care.

Queenie moans huge and long, her pleasure feeling like your own as her voice vibrates her slender body against your mouth, shaking out every extra little drop of her pussy juice into your tongue and lips. You lap away obediantly, like a good hungry dog, and Queenie clearly gets more excited, grabbing your hair more painfully to pull you in as far as you can, your nose probing against her clit when your tongue isn't.

"Ohhh yes! What a good bitch you are! Who's mommy's bitch, huh? Who's Queenie's favorite dirty pet?"
You lift your head enough to whimper loudly. "I am!"
"Yesss, good boy!" she coos, lifting your chin with her fingertips. "Now say it in puppy talk."
"Ruff ruff!" you bark shamelessly, anything for her. Anything for another lick. She grins wide and proud at your humiliation and all the people staring at her public exhibition, and at your pathetic display of desperation and blind obediance. But you forget all them and that they were ever there as you bury your face back into your Queen, moaning and shouting her degradations to just draw more attention to your dirty deed