1. Isabel’s Slave – Part Three


    Date: 10/14/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: DarkSide, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    however, was different. Isabel’s pussy was more fragrant, probably due to the shower gel that she had used earlier. Melissa licked her mistress’ pussy with energy and relief. Relief, that she was finally sucking a pussy that she knew and was familiar with. She knew exactly how Isabel would react, what she wanted and how long it would take. Isabel started to moan and groan at the intrusion of Melissa’s tongue. She wanted it all inside her. She had watched enough pussy licking between Amy and Melissa and now she wanted to feel it all happen to her. She too, thrust her pussy into Melissa’s face. Melissa responded by taking her clit into her mouth and gently sucking on it. She knew what this would do to Isabel. She then started to flick her clit with her tongue and occasionally slip the flat of her tongue over the whole length of her pussy lips before returning to her clit. Isabel was on a high and it was getting much higher. Unlike Amy, Isabel pulled on the chain to drag Melissa’s tongue and mouth closer to her pussy. She pulled on it until Melissa could hardly move. Isabel then slowly fucked her mouth in an up and down motion. This was it, thought Melissa, this was what she so fondly remembered when she received that text earlier in the day. The whole experience of Isabel holding her tight and fucking her mouth was out of this world. Isabel cried out, her head was flung backwards in open abandonment of her orgasm. She pulled on the chain and thrust her arse up and down. Her ...
    pussy, sliding effortlessly across Melissa’s wet face. Apart from thrusting her fingers into her pussy and watching Isabel’s orgasm build, Amy could do nothing. She watched, with some admiration, for how Isabel’s orgasm was building, as the pair fucked themselves to oblivion. Isabel’s orgasm was the best. At the point of it tipping her over the edge, she had raised her arse completely into the air, her heels dug into the soft leather and her whole body was raised upwards. It was all Melissa could do to stay in contact with her pussy. A little while after the point of no return, Isabel let go of the chain. It fell onto the sofa. Melissa had become detached from Isabel’s pussy as her movements became more and more exaggerated. She slipped from the sofa in the knowledge that what she had done was exactly what Isabel had required. She looked up at her mistress with open eyes. She was contented. If Amy could have grasped the chain she would have. Instead she played with herself watching Isabel come down from her orgasm. She was amazed at how hard she had cum and wondered whether it was all Melissa’s doing or the situation or both. Isabel eventually recovered. “She is my lovely toy, don’t you agree, Amy?” She asked, looking at Melissa. “I want to cum so badly,” replied Amy. Isabel smiled at her, bit her lower lip, pulled on it with her teeth and let it go. “Did I interrupt anything – important,” she said. Amy shot her a disdained look and sighed, shaking her head in the process. ...
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