A pleasant thought popped into Amy-Sue’s mind. Something a boy friend once said to her.
She was always amazed how he controlled her entirely when eating her pussy. She lost it time and time again until she couldn’t handle it anymore.
While she was trying to remember what he had said she continued perfectly administering to her Mistress’ needs.
‘Shit, Oh yeah, she thought, Whenever a woman is reacting to what you are doing, don’t go faster or harder or softer or anything. Do what you are doing it’s working fine.’
Suddenly Amy was snapped back to the moment at hand. Mary was crying out.
“Oh God, yeah, fuck, shit, coming,,,aaaaahhhhh! ”
Mary had spent nearly a full minute at the one half second that takes over your body just before you come. The moment when you do nothing to egg it on and just let the build up wrack your body for all it’s worth. Then you just make it happen with your mind.
If this isn’t rapture, then there is no such thing.
Mary’s full weight now was pressing Amy’s face until she could barely breathe.
Mary’s eyes were closed, and she was oblivious to Amy’s lack of air space. Amy squirmed.
In the nick of time Mary raised her scalding hot cunt off of Amy’s drenched face.
“OH my little slave you are sheer perfection,” Mary looked deep into Amy’s eyes. They said what was not voiced.
Mary dropped down so her face was inches away from Amy and in a nano-second after that, their lips locked for the first time in the throes of passion, unbridled passion.
After a long time had passed it was redundant to speak. Words were simply not necessary. Mary raised up just a tad and began to trace her tongue down the middle of Amy’s body.
When her tongue was between Amy’s enormous bust she encountered the residue created when cleaning the nightstick. For whatever reason you can conjure, this had a strange effect on Mary.
She didn’t skip it or wipe it away or even think about it. It was so matter of fact it actually made her smile and think to herself, ‘I am truly mad for this woman.”
Next thing she knew, Mary was licking Amy’s cleavage clean, then she released one of the traps and gently inhaled a nipple into her mouth and soothed the poor mistreated succulent. The second was also treated to manumission.
Mary then focused on the bottoms of these bulbous mammaries making sure that she was clean as a baby’s ass. The voyage was continuing southward. Amy was powerless. All she could do was writhe.
Mary had made it down to the Mons Veneris. Just like an astronaut, she explored every crevice, every nub, and every fold while finally entering the promised land.
She festooned her face on the top of Amy’s already up in the air vagina.
Mary lost it. Completely. She was licking and sucking for all she was worth. Her hands and fingers were competing with her mouth and tongue for the same space. She was fisting Amy then sucking her labia into her mouth. The her fingers were probing Amy’s asshole. Her tongue was trying to reach Amy’s brain from the inside.
Amy was already wound up tighter then a well digger’s ass.
Amy-Sue had no control at all. None. Zip. Nada. Niente. Nil. Nothing, and Squat!!!
She exploded so hard she pulled one of the arms partially loose. Not that either of them noticed.
Mary was suddenly untying the ropes, removing the handcuffs, and making Amy free.
“Oh Amy, my slut, my angel, my dirty little whore, I want your fucking arms around me. I want your hands all over me; I want your mouth all over me. They were all over each other.
There they were standing on a patio, Mary had removed all her trappings and stood as naked as Amy. The night sky was clear and vivid. The air was cool and pleasant. The smell of sex permeated the atmosphere.
Exhaustion was momentary, requiring just a few minutes; a few smokes, some more drinking and holding each other close so neither could get away. Incredibly neither would let the other go. No words, no traps, no bondage. Nothing but lust. They both knew at that moment that they had only just gotten started.
As if they were reading each other’s minds, they both laughed the “Lady Clairol” laugh. You know the one I mean? Throaty, bold, and tender too!
The End
Or Is It?
Your Call