Amy Hart knew from the moment she saw Edna Martinez that the brunette would be her subbie. Edna had that forlorn look all submissive lesbians have, knowing in their hearts that they only live to worship pussy, making their lives singularly focused, keeping them unhappy when they aren't in one of the innumerable positions from which they can practice their craft. Making love to pussy.
That's how Amy thought of pussy worshippers, they have a craft and it is to live that description, worship pussy by paying endless oral love to it wherever they find it.
And Amy intended to find out quickly how exactly how much this slut loved pussy.
They were in the mall and Amy was window-shopping when she first noticed Edna. Amy realized the woman was tagging along after her, just like so many pussy hounds do; trying to appear non-chalant when Amy was pretty sure Edna was burning up with desire. Of course, the two had not met and so neither actually knew the other's name at this point.
Amy saw Edna squeezing her legs together as if to relieve the excitement she was feeling in her own pussy. But Amy could care less about Edna's pussy; all that mattered was Amy's divine cunt and The blonde was now more determined than ever to get this slut on her knees serving her superior blonde pussy.
Then, Amy suddenly felt fluids sliding down her legs. Of course, Amy had no panties on; she never did when she was going hunting for a face to service her. Amy's pussy always started leaking and flowing when she was in the vicinity of a pussy hound; it was like she knew there was a face ready to serve her and her pussy was always ready for service. The juice was really starting to flow down Amy's legs as she thought more and more about the brunette tailing her and the fact that soon, very soon, the brunette would be eating it. Amy liked to think of it that way, as her subbies eating IT. And there was no shortage of that flow. Most of Amy's lovers called her "Juicy Lucy" in tribute to her flowing pussy. And Amy's flow was both loose and gooey, both kinds of sex cream for her pussy worshippers to wallow in, to coat their tongues, faces, noses and mouths.
So, since Amy was leaking anyway, she decided to give the little subbie behind her a better show. Amy thought she was looking really hot and Edna wasn't the only mall shopper casting glances her way. But for the moment, she was the one Amy's pussy was flowing for.
Amy was dressed in a short, very short, pink leather mini-skirt and a matching, barebacked halter top tied at the waist and neck, giving anyone who wanted to look a nice view of her golden, tanned flesh, around her face, her neck, at the midriff, and plenty of curvaceous leg. Amy knew she was a hottie and she liked to flaunt it. Amy always thought it was funny when people would say something like, "Doesn't she know what a tease she is?" Well, of course, teases know they are teases and Amy was one of the worst. And Amy knew she was teasing the short brunette who was tailing her. And, she wanted to tease Edna more. To turn Edna's already saliva-producing mouth into a real river of spit as she thought about eating Amy's glorious pussy.
One thing was for sure, the brunette was more than just trailing Amy, and she was now openly, blatantly and lewdly stalking the blonde beauty. Her tongue was practically hanging out of her mouth with desire, desperately seeking its intended target. And Amy intended that the brunette's mouth, lips, tongue and face would not miss that target – her pussy.
Amy noticed that the brunette had given up the pretense of casually strolling and window-shopping in the same area as Amy. She was now openly ogling the tanned and lithesome flesh Amy had so carefully placed on display to draw in a pussy hound such as this slut. Amy, who was feeling supremely confident that the brunette would soon be servicing her, decided to drag it out, however, and to give the pussy lover who was following her an expanded show.
Amy began by stroking her arms, scratching her tanned legs and then her exposed, flat and muscled stomach. Then she bent over and allowed the brunette a full view of her pantiless charms. With each movement, Amy further inflamed the brunette.
Let me leave a little gift here for her, Amy thought to herself. And with that thought, Amy ducked into the Victoria's Secret store. Amy gave the brunette a few moments to scurry inside the store and to get herself into a position near her soon-to-be Goddess.
Once the brunette was situated a few feet away from Amy, the younger girl made a big show of reaching into her purse and pulling out a wad of Kleenex tissue. She put the wad in her right hand and in full view of the brunette she reached between her legs and swabbed the tissue through her pussy lips, soaking the flimsy paper in both her gooey and runny pussy juice. Amy then turned her head to look at the tissues and then tossed a disdainful sneer toward the brunette and then she blithely pitched the tissue paper on top of a display of thong panties.
Amy glanced at the brunette again and casually waved her hand from the brunette toward the soiled tissue as naturally as if she were telling the woman where the bus stop was. The clear invitation by Amy was for the brunette to come and sample her wares. Even if it was second hand – for now.
Amy then turned on her shapely heel and walked 10 feet or so away from where she had left her offering to the brunette.
The brunette, no matter how debasing or embarrassing it seemed, moved steadily toward the blonde's "gift". She just couldn't resist the offering and even though it was a blatant admission of her submission to Amy, submission to the superior young blonde woman even if she had never met her and didn't even know her name.
