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I relented and, still holding her down, used the hand that had been punishing her to instead caress the reddened curves of her ass. She was scorching hot here. I gently kept stroking over her blazing cheeks. My red handprints already made such a pleasing contrast to the pale perfection of her alabaster skin. In 10 minutes, when the blood really started to pump through, they’d be magnificent. She shook and trembled under my hand as I continued with the tender, soothing strokes, her sobs gradually subsiding.
Knowing that I had her total surrender, I moved my restraining hand from her back and started to squeeze and stroke her hot cheeks with both hands. I could not get enough of her silken flesh. Not for the first time, I marvelled at the good fortune that had delivered her to me to use and enjoy at my discretion.
I trailed my hands slowly down her thighs and back up over her ass to the base of her spine. Over and over, with firm but gentle strokes, sometimes just trailing my fingertips, sometimes stroking with the whole of my palm. After a while, I started to squeeze ever-larger handfuls of her skin, wanting more, needing more of her. She started making those breathy moans that made my cock throb insistently.
I stilled my hands either side of her ass crack and spread her open with the heels of my hands. This tight little ass would be hearing from me later. I spat down onto it, a thick glob landing directly on her tight rosebud, and rubbed it in with my thumb, spreading that sticky wetness all over her hole. Slowly tracing a finger around the crinkled edges, I felt her tense as she anticipated my next move. For now though, this was enough.
I stepped back and turned her over, so she was lying flat on her back on the desk, legs splayed, hair streaming out behind her.
“Are you ready to hop back into position and tell me all about your pretty little cunt being eaten, Carrie?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Carrie… Yes what?”
She realised what I wanted “Yes sir, I’d like to get back on the desk and tell you all about my pretty little,” she almost stumbled over the word, but rallied charmingly, “My pretty little cunt being eaten.”
“Good girl. Up you pop.”
We resumed our former configuration, her ass on the desk, pussy pushed out to me and her feet, still in those high heels, on the arms of my chair. I was inches away from her pussy, aware that she’d feel my hot breath across its tight wetness with every word that I uttered. She would be doing most of the talking for a while though, I reminded myself with a grin.
Settling in, I said slowly: “Now, Carrie, describe for me how this bozo you were fucking ate your pussy.”
She took a second, but only a second, to collect herself, then started to speak in halting sentences: “He would… lick it, sir. He would lick my pussy.”
“Be more specific Carrie. Your pussy holds so many delights.”
Slowly trailing a finger over each area as I named it, I continued, “Did he lick your pussy lips? Did he lick this little mound here? Did he lick either side of your thighs? Did he stick his tongue in this tight little hole?”
At this, I pushed my finger deep inside her fuckhole, making her buck her hips with a wild cry. “Did he lick this little clit?, circling it gently with my fingertip. “Answer me, Carrie. Tell me every detail.”
“He licked the insides of my thighs, Sir.”
“Like this?” I pressed my tongue wetly against the crease of her thigh and licked all the way from the underside of her ass to her hip bone.
“Yes Sir. It didn’t feel as good as that, but there.”
“And you like this, Carrie?” I repeated the motion several times, alternating sides.
“Yes Sir. I love feeling your tongue on my thighs like that.”
“Good girl. You’re doing very well. Where else did he lick you?” I continued tonguing at her thighs as she answered.
“He licked my hole Sir. He licked my tight little pussy hole. And I loved it.”
I pretended to consider this. “Did you Carrie? Would you like me to lick your tight little pussy hole?”
“Yes Sir, please Sir. Please push your tongue inside my tight little hole. I want to feel you sucking on my cunt please Sir.”
“Carrie, you really are a vocal little slut once you’ve had a hot tongue on you. I’d be delighted to oblige.”
Slowly trailing my tongue across her thigh, ever-so-slowly across one of her pussy lips, I paused, tongue still pressing wetly against her, just before it came into contact with her entrance to her cunt. She could feel my hot breath against her pussy and shivered in anticipation. I made tiny motions with my tongue against her trembling flesh, so close to where she was desperate to feel it. I enjoyed making her wait like this, she had tensed all over as she waited desperately.
“Tell me again Carrie. Tell me what you want.”
“Oh God Sir. I want your tongue in my cunt please Sir. I want it so bad.”
“Beg me for it, Carrie”
“Please Sir, I’m begging you, please push your tongue in my cunt Sir.”
I lived for this shit. An eager little slut, pleading for me. This was a fucking fantastic start to my day.
Still breathing hotly over her pussy, I wanted more. “Tell me what a lucky girl you are, Carrie. Tell me what a lucky girl you are that I’ve chosen you to be my little whore.”
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