I was mortified as Marie threw me one of her looks. Capturing her stare I shook my head and silently pleaded with her to stop this. She ignored me and told Nicole and her friend to watch. It felt like slow motion as her shoe came towards me. The pointed toe skimmed over my knee and tantalisingly crept up my inner thigh. At first, the tip tickled over the dark haired ‘M’ then lowered and slipped through my swollen lips. I gasped and shuddered at her touch. The point flicked over my clit and I bucked hard at the feeling that shot through me. Marie pulled her foot away and faced the glistening shoe at the two women.
Nicole, obviously the bolder woman of the two brushed her finger across Marie’s shoe, scooping up my creamy juice. Marie smiled at her, silently begging the woman to taste it. Nicole rubbed my essence across her fingers, spreading it with her thumb. She looked up at Marie, “may I?” My Mistress nodded, thinking that Nicole would in fact lick the juices herself. Instead she turned to her friend and requested she open her mouth. The quiet woman opened without hesitation and Nicole pushed her fingers into her friend’s mouth. She pursed her lips around them and sucked them in and out. She then opened her mouth and snaked her long tongue in between Nicole’s fingers, moaning all the while. She fixated her eyes on mine and with a final groan Nicole withdrew them. The woman winked at me and grinned.
Questions rattled through me. Was this luck that we had met another Mistress and sub? Or had Marie planned this? She couldn’t have, could she? The look on Marie’s face as she watched the impromptu show indicated that this was pure luck that these two women had seated themselves next to our table. While watching the scene before me I had lowered my skirt and was firmly told to lift it back up. Marie had captured the limelight once more with her voice and without hesitation I immediately lifted it above my hips.
I composed myself, ready for the next step of this humiliation. My face seemed permanently flushed and the mortification burned through every layer of skin. This time, with no touches to my thighs, she went straight for my pussy. I groaned loudly and she pressed the top of her foot onto it. The point of her shoe occasionally burrowed into my hole. I bucked and whimpered as her shoe continued to rub along my inflamed pouty wet lips.
My hips rocked and with each movement my breasts fought to keep inside my blouse. It was becoming tighter and more restrictive by the second. The two women looked in wonderment at me. Their faces now flushed and Nicole’s hand rubbed the crutch of her friend’s jeans. Marie’s foot stroked harder causing me to pant. “Does that feel good?” All I could do was mumble incoherent words at her. I held the skirt up with one hand and with the other I clawed away at my blouse. I groped my breasts, kneading them, flattening them against my chest. My moans were getting louder. The point of her shoe constantly moved back and forth over my clit. I began to bounce up, losing control. I didn’t care that I had a captive audience, I didn’t care that humiliation had got to me this way. I wanted to cum, needed too.
Nicole had her hand in her blouse, appearing to roll her nipple between her fingers. Her other hand still circled over her friend’s covered crutch. Her hips were rocking on the chair and her eyes were glazed over in a trance like state, staring at me as I writhed on my knees. My skin was damp with sweat and the tightness of my blouse against my moist flesh caused the fabric to become virtually transparent in places. My black bra showed obscenely through. Both my hands were now groping my heaving breasts. Faster she diddled my clit with the point of her shoe. A string of “oh god’s” left my ever groaning mouth. I looked at her, begging and pleading to her, “please Mistress…”
She kept up the incessant flicking on my clit and sternly said, “NO.”
Tears formed in my eyes and spilled over, running down my burning cheeks. I kneaded my breasts and rocked hard on her foot. In between my wails I heard the woman moaning loudly. Her hands gripped onto the side of her chair and Nicole sped up her fingers. “Ohh, ohhh, Arghh…” The woman came, throwing her head back and wildly moaning.
I was desperate now, hearing and seeing her cum made me want it even more. “Please Mistress…” I rocked violently back and forth and my back arched sporadically. “Oh god Mistress… I have to… please!” Still she sat there flicking the tip of her shoe over my pulsating clit. I pinched my breasts roughly, tugged on them and twisted them. I thrust my hips higher, pressing my pussy onto her shoe. Her foot now tapped my clit rhythmically, replacing the flicking. Squishy tapping noises all in rhythm to my thrusts coincided with my heightening cries of wild uncontrollable screams.
I tugged at my blouse and skirt, wanting to be free and unrestricted. I bent backwards, pushing my pussy upwards and forward. The flat of her shoe tapped harder onto me, almost like a spank, one after the other after another. “Please… please…” I was shaking and out of control. My eyelids fluttered open and shut and in a lustful haze I saw my Mistress standing above me, her shoe now rubbing deep continuous circles on my pussy. Her three-inch heel occasionally dipped into my pussy, causing me to gasp and squeal.
I again began to tug on my blouse. “May I cum, please… I beg you… please!” She smiled and nodded her head and that was it. I screamed and growled. Fire burned through my pussy, it rose higher and higher, deeper and deeper. My hands grasped my blouse and gripped onto the lace of my bra and with an almighty jerk I ripped them off me. Buttons flew and the torn lace cups freed my huge breasts. I groped and abused them as my orgasm rode through me like never before. Tears flowed as the raw passion encompassed me, consuming me.
I collapsed limply onto the sticky sweat covered floor. In between my ragged breaths and my heart thumping, I heard Nicole’s voice. “Holy shit…” In my blurry state I saw my Mistress above me, standing proud with a wide grin on her flushed face, breathing hard. Nicole spoke again. “Is she ok?”
“Yeah she’s fine. Get some water.” Marie ordered. The other woman stood and reached over to pour some water into a glass. The woman began to lower herself to me but was stopped by my Mistress tugging on her arm. “I’ll do it… she needs me.” The woman handed the glass over and Marie hooked one arm under my head and tilted me to the side. She held the glass to my lips and instructed me to take small sips. My eyes began to focus properly and I looked into her eyes and whispered a ‘thank you’. She helped me sit up properly and then assisted me to my feet.
Nicole’s friend placed her jacket over my shoulders. I shivered as the cool air hit my tepid skin. The majority of the heat that had flourished in me had withered away apart from the searing heat that still burned between my thighs. My pussy tingled, still consumed with arousal. I took the glass from Marie and took bigger sips of the water.
Nicole handed Marie a card and said to call her if she ever wanted us four to meet again. “I might just do that… we have a function at the house coming up. I’ll let you know.” Nicole smiled and nodded and took hold of her friend’s hand and pulled her from the chair. Marie placed her hand on the woman’s arm. “I’ll ring Nicole anyway so I can return your jacket, and by the way, what ‘is’ your name?”
“Scarlet, Madam.” She said, lowering her head.
“What a beautiful name.”
Scarlet whispered a ‘thank you’ as Marie hugged her, followed by a hug for Nicole. “I’ll send you an invite.” Nicole nodded and her and Scarlet left the café.
Marie sat beside me and brushed my hair away from my eyes. “You did good… you took my breath away.” That was the first time I had seen and heard sincerity come from her. She leant in and kissed me softly, followed by a softly spoken order. “We can’t go home just yet, my shoe is all dirty, would you do the…”
I interrupted her sentence with a smile. “With pleasure Mistress.” I dropped to the floor and lovingly licked my dried up secretions from her shoe. I looked up at her with pleading eyes. “Your other one doesn’t look very clean now… can I?”
“Of course.” She said as her legs crossed in front of me.
When I had thoroughly licked and kissed it clean I sat back on the chair. “What was that about a function at the house?”
Her eyes twinkled again and her smile broadened. “Ohh that. You’ll see!”
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