You wait patiently and eagerly by the door as I come back home from my daily run. You hear my footsteps and quickly open the door for me.
As I entered, instead of usually having you take off my shoes, I slipped them off myself. I could tell from the look on your face that you were disappointed.
Reaching over, I pulled your hair roughly
"Get in the room" I growled.
Scared but excited, you crawled behind into the room. I sat on the edge of the bed and told you to take of my track pants and my panties.
As you took off my panties, you could feel how wet my panties are from all the sweat, I hear you moan as you sniff at my sweet cunt - intoxicating yourself with it's aroma. Smirking, as you pulled down my panties, I raised my feet - still in my dirty, sweaty, smelly socks- and rubbed it on your face.
Eagerly, your hands gently cupped my feet and I could hear you breathe in the scent of my feet. You meekly looked up at me, waiting for my instructions. Instead of telling you to take it off, I pull your head back and spread my legs.
"Be a good little bitch and lap up your Mistress's cunt," I whispered into your ear.
I feel you tremble. Sitting back, I pulled you by your hair and bury your face into pussy. I feel your tongue flicking my clit, lapping away just the way I like it.
I let out a pleasurable moan as you stick your tongue deep into my cunt - I've trained you well to know exactly how I want my pussy eaten. I wrap my thighs around your head and hold your face against my cunt, feeling your body tighten from the lack of air.
Slowly, I release my grip and I hear a sharp intake of breath.
I grabbed your hair and pulled your head back. I see your face covered in my juices; the look of pure satisfaction on your face amuses me.
I run my socked feet up your thighs and onto your hardened cock. I giggled as I felt how hard it was. You blushed knowing that I'm thinking how pathetic you are - turned on despite being used.