Teaching His Virgin

Kace says nothing to this, and instead, I feel him. His face and tongue press into my exposed pussy, eating me out. Turn the way I am, I have no way to squirm or try to close my legs, even if I wanted to.

I’m quaking and shivering, as his tongue laps up my juices, explores every bit of folded skin, every crease and ripple in my folds. His tongue glides over the textures like he’s eating the frosting on the cake, before having the rest.

Alternating between his tongue spearing into my pussy and his fingers rubbing and pinching my clit as he grabs and slaps my ass, I’m quickly climbing toward a precipice I didn’t know existed. I’m quickly soaring to heights of pleasure and gnawing, relentless heat I’ve never experienced before.

As his tongue rotates inside me, I hear myself screaming. I don’t realize it’s me at first until my throat and chest expand in time with the sound. Then I realize I’m the one making all that noise. I’m the one tightening around his tongue, quivering on his face as I cum. I splash him with juice and lust, surprised how much my body won’t stop moving.

His tongue slides out of me, but my body still twitches. It quakes and shakes as though I’ve been electrocuted.

But as I hang there trying to catch my breath, I know the truth: I’ve been liberated and taught a very valuable, unforgettable lesson.

Chapter Seven

Kace

Britney.

What a girl!

I can’t predict her.

One minute she’s ruthlessly critiquing me, even while I’m spanking her, and the next minute she’s praising the very concept of the suit!

More than that, she’s sensitive and vulnerable. She’s braver than she looks, and I love to watch her cum like that. I thought for sure she was going to hold back and try to be quiet because of all that shyness.

All her insecurities are being revealed, but perhaps she’s taking my punishment to heart.

As I lean back on my heels from my attention to her pussy, I know I have to have her. I need to quench my own thirst, but I don’t want to stop at just this one outfit. I want to dress her in at least one other — one I already know she has eyes for — and take her virginity in it. But first, promises have to be kept.

When I know she’s calmed down enough, I spin her back around using the same lever, and give her a smile.

“That’s exactly what I wanted from you. Your learning. Quickly, too. I enjoyed myself enough that I will give you that bondage suit as promised.”

Britney only blushes at me. She turns her lashes down from on the other side of her glasses, and whispers, “Do you have anything else you want me to try on?”

I can’t believe her! She’s read my mind.

This woman really is something else. She is unlike any playmate I’ve ever had, unlike any model! She’s definitely worth the time I’ve spent on her tonight. After this, I may not need to find another woman for anything — in life or at the club.

I let this last thought float away. I know she’s getting me hot in ways I’ve never felt before, but I can’t let them distract me now. I’ve got her right where I want and need her for the rest of our evening together.

“I do have other outfits I’d love for you to try on,” I say.

I don’t let her know that she read my mind.

I simply go to the door, unlock it and call for one of the many staff members loitering around the halls, just in case someone like me requires something in the middle of the fun. It’s the same waiter who brought me my original outfit.

I whisper to him to go out into my car and grab me a few outfits, particularly the corset and skirt combo. When he looks like he doesn’t quite get it, I mention the woman I was with earlier. This seems to jog his memory enough to do my bidding, and I’m glad for it. I want to get back into the room with Britney.

We’re only waiting a few minutes before there is another knock at my door. The staff member is there, holding an arm full of my clothing. On the top is the main outfit I want her to try. Even so, I lay them all out for her to see on a nearby couch.

“These might all be yours if we continue to play well together this evening, Britney.”

I give her a grin, pulling out the one I intend for her to wear.

“I’d love to see how you look in this, my little fashion designer.”

I see her blush. I see excitement this time, not fear, as I unhook her from the wall, and let her drink in the outfit.