Morning story.
The early morning sun lit up the berth as you sat up in the bunk, glasses perched on your nose in that sexy, schoolmarmish way. You checked your phone, glanced at me and smiled. Because of the Caribbean climate, we were both naked as usual, allowing us to glance appreciatively at each other during the night. We often woke early, both horny as hell, and this lack of clothing allowing us to make love unhindered.
'I've just had a message from an old friend, says she's back on the island for a while. You've never met her have you love; her name is Hazel.' you said.
'You mean like Hazel, whose videos we enjoy?' I grinned, knowing we'd pleasured each other while watching an attractive mature blond woman reaching orgasm.
'Same name but different person; I haven't told you, but we had a, erm, special relationship in the past.' As you said this you glanced at me, looking a little coy.
My interest was piqued. I knew you'd had intimate relations with other women in the past and was always interested to hear your tales of sapphic trysts. I felt my cock stiffen as I slid my hand to your breast.
'When you say special, how special?' I inquired, massaging your voluptuous breast, making the nipple harden as my finger gently pinched it.
'I'm a bit embarrassed, because this was different and I'm not sure how to explain it,' you replied. Your cheeks reddened slightly.
I pulled your hand to my cock, you gripped it and slowly masturbated me, my hardness growing through your tender touch.
'You have my undivided attention!' I then moved my hand between your legs and teased your moist clit. My finger toyed with the gold bar, the piercing you'd had only recently. The novelty was still there for both of us, finding any excuse to experiment, to pleasure you, revelling in the increased sensitivity. Just above your sweet clitoris, it was the best present I could have given to a beautiful, sensual wife.
I continued, 'You know you can tell me anything, I won't judge.'
You smiled at me anew and looked at me in the intense way that sets my soul on fire.
'She's American, we'd worked together on a mega yacht, and, you know, one night ashore, one thing led to another and we got snogging in a club. We were both slightly pissed. She asked me to come to her place, so we set off holding hands, then she'd let go and kept sliding her hand onto my bum and would squeeze it. I was getting very wet, my pussy aching for her fingers, her tongue.
So, we get to her place. She had some connections on the island and managed to secure a condo close to Simpson Bay. She put on some music and made us a drink from a very well stocked bar.
I stood out on the terrace watching the lights from the boats in the bay dance on the ripples in the ocean. She joined me, hands me a strong vodka based cocktail and tells me she is into domination and it would turn her on if I played the role of her submissive. I was intrigued, and to be honest, a bit turned on by it. I'd never considered it but agreed to play along.'
By now, your hand was moving in a slow rhythm, my finger was now inside your warm, soft cunt, the juices coating my hand. You were groaning, full of pleasure. You raised your hips to allow me to penetrate deeper, letting me develop a gentle massaging tempo.
You smiled and asked me if you should continue.
'Oh yeah, please do!' I exclaimed.
'Is this turning you on?' you asked.
'Err, too true, lesbian sub/dom is a bit of thing for me,' I retorted, grinning as waves of pleasure coursed through me.
'You'd better continue before I cum,' I said.
You smiled wickedly, knowing you had me hooked.
'So, she's standing in front of me, wearing a short black dress. She's a bit taller than me, short black hair, tanned, slim built with small firm breasts. I know she's not wearing a bra because I'd let my hand caress her boobs a couple of times on the way back to her apartment. Her nipples were now jutting proudly through the thin material. She's about 45 now, not conventionally pretty, but attractive with dark brown eyes, a full mouth and pert nose.
She puts her hands on her hips and tells me to kneel down in front of her. So, I do, letting my short plaid skirt ride up. I had on a sexy top, showing my ample boobs, which were nestled in a recently acquired embroidered plunge bra, courtesy of a bulging wallet having recently been paid.
She then tells me to take her knickers off, which I eagerly did. She had a red thong on, I could smell her pussy and felt the moistness of my own tingling minge. I was breathing heavily, wondering who could see us. The balcony had a chrome railing, with glass inserts and with the subtle lighting from the apartment provided a backlit view of both of us from the shore. One or two people were strolling along the beach, a full moon highlighting their movement. A frisson of excitement coursed through me, aware, but thrilled of being watched.
'Kiss my cunt, slave,' she demanded, 'and call me mistress. You are my own little whore and your sole duty is to pleasure me. Is that understood?'
I lifted her dress and as my face went to her pussy I muttered, 'Yes mistress.'
This was really getting me horny, I normally like to start by kissing and moving onto another woman's tits, to play with her nipples, but the thought of going straight into muff diving was driving me mad with desire.
She thrust her hips forward and I pushed my face into her dripping pussy, savouring her taste. My tongue flicked over her clit as I wrapped my hands around her firm bottom, kneading her buttocks. She was breathing heavily and asked, 'Are you enjoying being my bitch?'
I moved my head back and told her yes. Definitely yes!
'Come to the bedroom,' she demanded, 'and take off your top and bra, but leave your skirt on for now.'
I smiled demurely, getting into the role. As we crossed to the double bed, I discarded my top and unclasped my bra, letting my full voluptuous breasts free. She fondled them, appraising them, and pinched both nipples. It was slightly painful, but somehow exciting. I slid my hand down, hitched my skirt up and slid my finger beneath my knickers and into my cunt, savouring the juiciness.
'Did I tell you that you could do that?' she demanded.
I told her how horny I was, but she glared at me.
'You are here for my pleasure, 'she said sternly. 'If you are a good girl you'll get your reward.'
'Sorry mistress,' I blurted, 'what would you like me to do now?'
As she stood in front of the bed, she raised her arms.
'Remove my dress.'
I did as she bade. She then laid on the bed, her short hair resting on the pillow. I stood looking at her, appreciating her lithe body, aware that she too was studying me, clearly liking what she saw. It had been a while since I'd made love to another woman. I must have looked hesitant for a moment.
She grasped my hand and pulled me onto the bed too. 'Let me lick the juice from your face,' she demanded
I knelt over her and lowered my mouth to hers. She flicked her tongue into my mouth, then licked my chin. It was so good to feel her breath on my face, her soft lips teasing me.
'My, my slave, don't you taste good? Now pleasure me bitch. I need to cum.'
I continued kissing her and ran my hands over her tits. Her nipples were hard, dark delights. She moaned and demanded that I suck them. I lay beside her and my mouth covered her right nipple, my tongue licking her, my mouth sucking. Her breathing intensified, mine too as she arched her back. She gripped the bedsheet as the pleasure of my servility coursed through her.
I slid my hand down to her clit, massaging it and I enjoyed feeling it stiffen. I glanced down to see what I'd done and smiled to myself.
Seeing she was enjoying the experience, I asked, 'Is mistress enjoying that? Shall I lick your cunt?'
'Yes, little slut. Get your tongue to work on my clit and get a couple of fingers deep into my pussy.'
I moved down, again savouring the aroma of her sex. God, I was so wet, it was dripping down my leg. I so wanted her to touch me, but the thrill of being told what to do was exhilarating.
I slid my first two fingers into her cunt, and started massaging her in a come-hither motion. As I put my face to her shaven pubis, the smell of her made me giddy. With one hand caressing her G spot, the other pulled at her clit to allow my tongue to tease her there. Flicking, teasing, sucking I used all of my experience in giving and receiving oral.
Her breathing quickened, she moaned, so I too sped up slightly, to match her rhythm.
'God I'm coming,' exclaimed. 'I'm going to squirt. Open your mouth slut and drink your mistresses' cum.'
I was startled, I'd never experienced another woman ejaculating. I moved my hands away quickly, pressing my open mouth to her writhing vagina.
Then it hit me, a warm torrent of juice. I slurped and swallowed. I love the taste of your cum, my love, but this was different. It was hot, tasteless and seemed to go on forever.
I couldn't swallow it all, and it dribbled down my chin soaking the bed.
'Don't swallow it all, save me some, cunt licking whore!'
With that I held the last gush in my mouth and quickly moved my mouth to hers. She drank greedily, licking every last drop from my face.
She pushed me to one side. We both lay there for a moment, her face a picture of satisfaction. I was trembling slightly. Wow, this was something else.
'Don't just lay there,' she demanded. 'It's time I tasted your cunt. Kneel over me and rub your cunt in my face.'
I did as I was told. My plaid skirt covered most of her face, she slid my knickers to one side and as I pressed my pussy on her mouth, her tongue lapped at my moistness, making me groan out loud.
She continued to lap at me, teasing me and my heart was racing. I was grinding her face, not hard, but enough to send waves of intense pleasure through my body.
'God I'm so close,' I blurted. 'Please mistress can I cum?'
She grasped my hips and pushed me away.
'Maybe,' she teased. 'I want you to entertain me first.'
I had no idea what she meant. The frustration at having to wait was getting to me, but also the idea that she was dominating me, controlling me gave me such a thrill.
She wriggled out from under me, her mouth and chin glistening with my juices. As she extricated herself I reached for her and kissed her. I savoured the taste of my own cunt.
'Forgive me mistress,' I gasped, 'I just had to taste it!'
She smiled at me, the way a teacher looks at a mischievous child.
'I'll let you off this once, but I was going to let you cum. Perhaps I should make you wait a little.'
I was so annoyed!
Seeking to mollify her, I looked demurely and said. 'I deserve to be punished, what shall I do mistress Hazel?'
She reached over to a drawstring bag and tipped out the contents.
