Meet Switch, Part Two
Switch’s natural submissiveness seemed to complement his dominating me very well. He knew what worked. He knew how to tease and how to make me beg and how far to take it. And it really seemed to shine through when one of the first things he really wanted to do was eat my pussy.
And yet there was still a sense of control even in the generosity of the act. He yanked my skirt off and then my panties with an eager roughness. He teased around it for a while, licking and biting my thighs, kissing over the lips. I shook against his face, I whimpered softly when he breathed across my lips, I whined whenever he would get close to my cunt, only to move back away again. The blindfold only heightened the sensations as I begged for him to lick my pussy.
It had started pouring when we left for the night and now the only sounds in the room were my moaning and the rain. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally leaned in and let one long, slow lick trail over my slit. My body lurched against him a bit and I let out a sigh of relief. He could barely stifle a chuckle and I started to laugh a bit as well, knocking the side of his head playfully with my leg to tell him to keep going.
He ate me zealously and refused to stop until I came not once, but twice and was reduced to a gasping, trembling mess underneath him. I barely registered it when he untied my wrists, pulled the blindfold off, and yanked me across his lap.