"For starters, do NOT call me ma'am. You will refer to me as Mistress, or Miss if you do well enough to warrant my good graces. And secondly.." You cut off your reply and placed two fingers at the front bottom of your skirt, pulling up up abruptly, revealing the garter belt and your already damp and expertly trimmed pussy. "Kiss me." You stepped back from the chair to give me enough room to stand, seating yourself on your desk, letting the heels slip from your feet and hiking your skirt up to allow your legs to spread. Leaning back on one hand to support yourself, you brought your other hand to your pussy, stroking a fingertip across it's surface invitingly.
I hurriedly flew from the chair and dropped to my knees in front of you, my palms gliding up your silk-covered legs. The maddeningly arousing scent of your desire filled my nostrils in an intoxicating way no alcohol I'd ever imbibed of could compare to. You let out a sigh of approval for my efforts so far, as my lips met those of your womanhood. I kissed softly at first, letting my lips wander across your skin. Pussy, clit, thighs.. I seemed intent upon trailing my tongue and lips across you until every last inch of skin glistened with wetness.
Apparently growing impatient with me, you gripped my hair and directed my lips to your pussy again. I moaned out my response of, "Yes Mistress." and slid my tongue past my lips, diving it into you. You let out a moan, arching your back softly and pushing your pussy to me, your legs resting atop my shoulders. Envisioning the two of us locked in the throes of the most carnal lovemaking possible, I began driving my tongue back and forth, just as I imagined I would do with my cock, which was currently throbbing in my pants, begging for release and relief. With every twist and undulation of my tongue inside your hot and demanding pussy, you would arch towards me, my nose bumping your clit softly, eliciting the most deliciously wanton moans of desire from you. I pistoned my tongue into you, in my mind's eye being straddled by you and used to your lusty content. You released my hair and brought your hand to your mouth, biting at your thumb and whimpering in need. Your thighs clamped shut around my head as you howled in satisfaction. And suddenly I was overcome by the taste of your climax, feeling it trickle across my tongue and inebriate my senses. My oral ministrations slowly eased their pace, as did your grip on me, and I collapsed down onto the floor, legs splaying out. My face was covered in your cum and I was panting with flushed cheeks.
That's where the dream ended dearie. I suppose sometime I'll have to write a conclusion to that escapade. Until then Goddess.
