Becoming Hers

All I could see in front of me was the little bit of her skin that wasn't covered by the fabric of her sundress - mainly her belly button, and if I looked down, the skin around her pussy that wasn't covered by my mouth. All I could hear was the fabric of the dress around my head, her moans, and faintly, maybe the rustling of the neighbors next-door who I was hoping were not looking over the fence to see how me bury my head between her legs.

She had put on that sundress just after breakfast. She seemed to have planned out a whole outfit for this part of the day. She knew the dress was the kind that would really turn me on on anyone, but on her, in particular, because her ass had a great way of doing the job of lifting it up for me. Not only that, but she did me the biggest favor by not wearing a bra so that every time I look straight out of her, even if she was standing fully upright, I would still get best cleavage view I could ask for.

I was just finishing up breakfast, still wearing that leash she had put on me earlier, when she ran off to change. She came back looking stunning, and having completely transformed in a surprisingly short amount of time. She grabbed my plate and threw it in the dishwasher for me, making sure I was watching as she bent over to put it down, which put to rest the obvious mystery of whether she was going to wear panties underneath.

I was a little surprised that she did. But, I was kind of glad. I love, easy access, don't get me wrong, but I also love the process of taking them off.

She then walked over to me, looking ridiculously cute, and stood real close, close enough to put one of her hands on the collar that she had placed on my neck. She tugged it lightly, moving her body forward towards me at the same time. I loved watching her smile down at me, and I couldn't help but give her butt cheeks a good squeeze, even though I was still reeling from the orgasm we had both just had.

"I was thinking," she said, "it's going to be a little while before I'm ready for you to lick my pussy again. How about we go out to the yard for a little while and just relax?"

"Sure, baby, whatever you say," I said.

She smiled. "Or maybe," she started, tugging at the collar again, this time, and a downward direction, " you could just get on your knees right now." That mischievous glint shown in her eyes again.

"But no," she started again before I could say anything, letting go of her physical hold over me, "as much is I would like to test my endurance, I think we could both use a break."

"What? Come on.." I playfully whined, looking up at her feigning a sad dog face.

She laughed, and put her hand on my cheek, smiling, and letting her thumb come down to part my lips.

"You just can't get enough of me, can you?" She said, looking into my eyes.

I was starting to feel like I actually was ready to go again, and like I would actually be really sad if she didn't forcefully push down on my shoulders right there and then.

She took her finger out of my mouth and said, "no, no, you're just going to have to wait." Her hand moved down to gently grip my leash as she said, "come on, let's go."

Then she hesitated for a second and looked at me again. "Actually, take off my panties." Obviously that got me even more excited.

"Wow, already then?" I half asked while bringing my hands under her dress and pushing her back a little bit so that I could run the nice lace fabric down her legs. I was already on my knees in front of her, and she had lifted each leg to free herself from the underwear when I felt a stiffer tug at my leash.

"I didn't say kneel," she said sternly.

I reluctantly stood up with her panties in my hand.

"Good boy," she smiled, and took them back. "I bet you want to chew on these don't you?" I was feeling helpless at that point. It was like that orgasm I had had was increasing my lust instead of satiating it, and I wanted nothing more than for this woman to keep taking advantage of that.

"Yes, mistress," I managed to say.

"Do you want to keep these in your mouth for now?" She asked sexily, " they are the same ones I have been wearing for you since your first breakfast."

"Mm, yes, please, mistress," I was surprised to hear myself almost moan.

"Good," she said as she gently pushed them between my acquiescing lips, " you can hold onto them for now."

Wearing only boxers, and with her underwear in my mouth, she pulled me through the house to the back door. There was a bundle with a picnic blanket, a book, a bottle of white wine and a couple of glasses waiting for us there. She told me to grab it, without saying please, turning to smile at me while she did, as if communicating, " you know I'm ordering you around because you want me to."

So I carried all the stuff, except for the leash, and set up the picnic blanket in the place where she told me to put it. Of course, I poured her a glass of wine and set her up with her book, and she graciously told me I could have some wine too.

When I went to lie next to her, she stopped me, explaining, "you can rest your head between my legs, I want you to get some rest and be ready for use."

I complied with her commands, kneeling on all fours and letting her panties fall out of my mouth onto the picnic blanket, then lay down with my head face up, using one of her thick thighs as a pillow.

I drank the wine and and looked up at the clouds, drinking my wine, as she read her book. I was still a little hard and having some trouble thinking about something other than the anticipation, even after it dawned on me that this was exactly what she was going for. Like she had said, she wanted me to be ready.

It felt like half an hour that she lay there, only occasionally shifting her weight, but it might have been more. It felt like her hand suddenly pulled me, not just physically, but from a sudden slumber.

I suddenly found myself on my side, facing her other thigh, as the hem of her sundress was being pulled up and away before me. Her hand was less pulling and more holding my head down against her as her legs as she jostled to let her dress ride up, communicating that even though she was moving, that didn't mean I could go anywhere.

Without saying anything, she then stopped holding my head and seemingly went back to reading. I was again only a few inches from her bare naked pussy. It took only a minute or so for her to then slightly lift the thigh under my head. At first she seemed to be repositioning, but after a couple times it was clear these were nudges.

It was a much gentler way to do it than the past couple times, but definitely not less kinky. At this point, she didn't need to say where I belonged, I knew my place.

I was soon turning onto my forearms between her legs. I looked up, but her face was completely hidden behind her book. I took a moment to take in the sight of her midsection underneath me, her delicious vagina beckoning to me under her sundress, the same sundress that barely covered the cleavage of her round and supple titties in front of me.

Soon, I also saw one of her legs lifting up and to my side, moving up past my body and back over it again. Gently at first, like a caress, but then bending so that it lay across the back of my neck.

She pushed down towards her. Once she had me on my chest, she wordlessly put her skirt back where it was before, but this time with my head underneath it. Once again, my mouth was inches from her pussy, but now there was nothing else in my field of vision. Only her cunt and the fabric of the dress that covered me.

I decided to go straight for it, but as soon as my tongue touched her slit, her body twitched, pulling slightly away, and she let out a subdued moan. She was clearly getting sensitive after the first couple orgasms.

I gave her a break by turning back towards her thighs, kissing, licking, and nibbling on their inside, while my hands worked on the outside. From time to time, as I switched between one side, and the other, or moved closer in, I allowed my cheek, or my nose to softly brush against her until her twitching response was more subdued.

I then moved my hands towards her tits, which gave me the pleasure of lifting that part of her dress, and letting me see them in all their glory under the fabric as I kneaded them.

I had clearly gotten her worked up at this point, because I quickly felt the weight of one of her legs snake up to my back and then my neck again. She didn't waste time and pushed me to come down again. I got to work with my mouth on her pussy, leaving my hands to continue pleasuring her breasts, and keeping my eyes fixed on those beautiful titties as I licked and sucked, moistening here delicious cunt.

I thoroughly enjoyed running my tongue up and down her slit, in circles, and side to side, sometimes moving my head back-and-forth, either in the same direction as my tongue or in the opposite. For a while, she just let me do it, but she soon started getting wetter, coating my tongue and any part of my face that came in contact with her, as well as my chin, which caught the bits of precum that slipped from my cum.

That's when I felt the weight of her leg on me again, pushing down on my neck towards her, as if I could somehow get closer than I already was. Once her moans went from occasional to more constant, I also heard what was clearly the sound of her putting down the book. I kept licking, satisfied that I finally had her full attention, and as the vice created by her leg grew tighter.

She was now also pushing up from the low with her hips, grunting and moaning as my tongue darted in and out of her. Her other thigh then also moved up to rest on my body, making a crisscross with her other leg and squeezing me in harder. I could no longer squeeze her tits because her powerful legs were holding my arms in place. It was almost like a jiu jitsu figure four hold. I managed to get out of her grip and onto her ass, only to realize it tightened the vice on my neck.

I was no longer moving my head side to side. My tongue was the only thing that I could move. And I relished it as I did. And my predicament only made me harder, especially as I heard her moans escalating.

I figured she had gotten tired when she let go of her grip, laying her legs back by my sides. The movement had caused the dress that had been covering my head to fall back towards her, resting all bunched up near her tits. By now, my mouth and chin were fully wet as I switched between lapping up and sucking on her delicious pussy.

As much as her moans turned me on though, I stopped what I was doing for a second because she was getting pretty loud and pointed out that the neighbors might hear us. "Oh, you think so?" she asked, panting at this point from the arousal and the chokeholds she had been placing me in. She looked over her shoulder for a second, and then back at me. She smiled mischievously, and said pretty loudly, almost turning her head straight towards the neighbors fence, " you're worried the neighbors will realize you're eating me out right here in the backyard huh?"

She looked back at me again, clearly pleased with herself. "don't worry, baby," she said, still speaking loudly, and running her hand through my hair, " just stick out your tongue." She then gripped my hair tightly. I did as she said. She brought my tongue straight down into her hole, almost yelling, "you just lick me, I'll make sure they can't hear how you slurp and slobber on my cunt, baby. I won't let them find out that all you want to do all day is eat me out and swallow my cum"

She was pushing her hips up against my face, and she used her grip on my hair to move my head up and down, fucking her own pussy with my tongue. "OH YEAH BABY," she moaned exaggeratedly loud, her face going back to one of sheer pleasure, "YOU JUST LOVE PUTTING YOUR TONGUE INSIDE ME DONT YOU? OH YEAH, SUCH A GOOD LITTLE CUNT LICKER. YOU PROBABLY DONT WANT THEM TO REALIZE THAT YOU'RE MY LITTLE BITCH."

She stopped moving my head up and down and was now just grinding on my mouth from below, with both her hands pushing down on my head. She was really going out on a limb with this, but I gave her my approval by moaning into her pussy as I continued to lick. Her loud moans and the risqué situation were honestly really turning me on. I looked up at her in total pleasure, using me, and I couldn't help but try to bring my hand down to give my stiff cock some attention.

Suddenly, even through her loud moans, I heard a rustling next door. I couldn't help but break free to try to see what it was. Surprised, she looked back too, but we couldn't see anything through the fence.

"Come on, don't stop baby," she said, bringing my head back down again. But soon I heard the noise again, I lifted my head. Again, I saw nothing through the fence, but I did see her face turning between extreme horniness and annoyance.

"Fuck babe, I'm so close to coming, keep your tongue in there," she said, as she brought my head down again with her fingers through my hair, a little more forcefully. I complied at first, but I kept hearing the sound.

This time, before I had a chance to really move up to look, she gripped my hair tightly and sat up. She deftly and quickly repositioned herself on top of me, with her knees at my sides, and her weight on my back. She then pushed my head into the picnic blanket and held it there. The blanket was surprisingly damp. I had not realized a small puddle had formed from her pussy juices.

"Hold still please baby," she said. She shifted her weight off my back and I could feel the heat of her body closer to my face. I could now hear what sounded like her rapidly stroking her clit, inches from my face. "I'm so close, she moaned loudly. I couldn't tell but it sounded like she might also be fingering herself. I could also feel drops of cum falling on me.

"Ah fuck baby," she moaned, "I can feel it coming. I think I'm gonna squirt.... Do you want it baby?" Are you gonna let your mistress squirt all over your face?"

I didn't have much of a choice, as she was still pushing my head into the blanket, but I was really turned on, "Of course you can squirt on me, mistress. Please do it. Please cum on me." I heard her fingers move faster, and her heavy panting breaths between moans. "Oh Oh AH, I'm gonna cum," she yelled,"oh fuck fuck fuck, AHHHH," I felt a sudden rush of liquid gushing straight into my cheek, over my mouth, and my hair and my eyes.

"OOOOhhhh fuccckkk," she squealed as the liquid gushed out of her. Then I suddenly felt the weight of her hips come down on the side of my head, and her hips convulsing, slipping over my sopping wet face as she kept panting and moaning. "ahh, ah, fuck, ahh, unnnnghhhhhhhh" she grunted. "AH shit that's so good baby," she panted, her pussy still resting on the side of my face, "you're such a good little pussy licker."

I could once again only see her thigh and the fabric of her sundress. After what seemed like a long time, she sat up and pushed on me to turn around. I saw her beautiful ass, pussy and tits above me as I turned before she lifted up her dress for a second. She looked down at me triumphantly and brought her hips down again to cover my lips with her pussy. "Open up, cum bucket." she said and dropped her dress so I could only see her svelte midsection and supple tits again. I did as she said and let whatever small amount of cum she had left trickle down into my throat.

"That was so good, babe," I heard her say, "I think I might leave you down there until the mood strikes again..." I moaned back into her pussy and moved my hand down towards my neglected cock. She clearly noticed because I quickly felt her hand stopping me.

Her skirt lifted again as she sat up away from me again, and she let it fall just under my chin. "I'm just kidding silly," she said. She grabbed my other hand and brought them both up over my head. "I know you feel neglected down there," she said, "but I don't want you to ruin your appetite yet... its still not even getting dark yet."

I wondered how much longer she could keep up her appetite, but if what she wanted was for me to keep being hunger crazed for her body, not letting me release the tension in my cock did seem like the way to do it. All I could do was smile up at her, and her triumphant grin, which soon shifted as she looked straight over to the neighbor's fence. I tried to turn to see what she was looking at, but couldn't turn that far. Her face turned back to that triumphant grin as she stared in that direction. Before I could try to look again, she lifted her dress again, without ever removing her grin, or her gaze from the direction of the neighbor's fence, and sat her vagina right back where it had been so many times that day.

"Hold on babe," she said, "I just want to make sure the neighbor knows that I know how to put you in your place."