"Baby you feel so warm." Florence smiles. "You must be so desperate." Her fingers delicately move the crotch of the panties to one side. "Isobel, baby are you wet for me?"
The cold air touches my pussy and I gasp "I'm so wet for you. Please, please Florence."
Florence gently inserts her finger tip between my pussy lips. I let out a large moan. Her touch feels so shallow. My pussy aches to feel her deeper.
"Good girl." She praised as she wiggled her finger. "You are soaking." Florence removes the finger from my slit and places the panties over my pussy. She brings the finger to my lips.
"Taste yourself." She orders.
My lips open and I enthusiastically put her finger into my mouth. I swirl my tongue and taste my wet pussy. I begin to suck her finger wildly knowing this is what she wants.
I feel a twinge of embarrassment.
Who sucks their girlfriends finger so eagerly?
Who tastes their own pussy?
Embarrassment fuels an urge deep inside me. It turns me on to feel this way. Florence is my girlfriend but also my Mistress. I am her silly, subby girlfriend who likes to hang on her every word. I want to be ordered to taste my own pussy.
"Such enthusiasm pet." Florence teases. She removes her finger from my mouth and pulls my panties down to my knees leaving my pussy ready for attention.
Florence puts two fingers together then starts moving gently, up and down my slit. She is teasing me. She slows down right at my clit with just enough pressure that my clit is hard, desperate for attention but not enough for any relief. I begin to grind my hips against her fingers desperate to feel more.
"No grinding Bell." All I could do was whimper in response. I focus on keeping my hips still, on being a good girl.
I feel myself getting wetter as her fingers feel more slippery. She takes more time at my opening, slowly sliding her fingers over the place I desperately wish to feel her. Any hope at being cool and collected is gone. I'm moaning and my body is desperate.