They kept chatting about mundane life things, until I tuned out completely and focused on the anonymous pussy I was pleasing. I explored every crevice of it, excited by the chance just to dine on my piscine meal without being subjected to all the humiliation and verbal abuse I’d recently grown accustomed to. The unconflicted part was that there was no doubt about it, I was a lesbian through and through. Regardless of what happened in the future, the one positive element of my complete humiliation was the discovery of my love for women and their pussies.
I spent a few minutes of slow, gentle and focused pussy exploring, before I felt the woman’s hand on my head, and she gently pulled me deeper into her oasis of wetness while saying in a pleasant voice. “It’s time to get me off, my pet.”
I obeyed, shifting from my slow and methodical exploration to an aggressive and frantic sprint. My tongue wiggled between her pussy lips, I flicked her clit, making her legs twitch, I swirled my tongue around in her hole like it was a tiny dick stimulating every nook and cranny.
A couple minutes later her legs squeezed my head, and I received a slow release of sweet cum from her pussy.
I enjoyed the addictive flavour of a newfound pussy as I lapped up the cum slowly leaking out of her.
A couple minutes later the woman said, “Thank you my pet, that was most enjoyable.”
“Thank you, ma’am, your pussy is delicious,” I responded politely but sincerely, whereupon I felt a soft tug on my leash, so I began slowly backing out from under the table… which was a lot more awkward than crawling under it in the first place. You’ve seen horses gracefully cantering, and even galloping, right? Those same horses are usually hesitant and awkward whenever they’re attempting to back up. Same thing.
Once I was out, Jillian looked down at me and grinned, “Still hungry?”
“I’m always hungry,” I responded, thinking the phrase ‘when in Rome’ seemed appropriate here. So much pussy available, such sexual ambiance, and yet I was in a safe place where I could freely explore my newfound love for pussy. The complete absence of any humiliation was exhilarating!
I was led to another table, where I licked two more pussies… both women apparently in their sixties… both eventually coming all over my face… although it took substantially longer to get them off, the old dears.
Jillian led me back to the bar, where I serviced a very pretty bartender, although it took a good twenty minutes, since she often darted away to grab something she needed to make a drink. She literally squirted all over my face when she did come… more nectar than the previous three women combined!
Finally, four pussies later, Jillian hopped onto a table, where four other women were sitting, spread her legs, and ordered, “Come get some dessert, my pet And you may use this chair.”
“Gladly,” I said, a little happy to get off my knees, which were a little sore, truth be told. I dined leisurely, wanting to put on a show for the four pretty women, all in their thirties, it seemed.
“May we play with her?” someone asked as I probed her wet hole.
“Of course you may,” she allowed, “but she isn’t allowed to come. I have a very, very big surprise in store for her after I come on her pretty face.”
I loved being called pretty, I was intrigued by this big surprise, but a little disappointed that my burning, needy pussy would be neglected a while longer. For reasons I didn’t understand, just smelling a pussy made my own pussy tingle, licking one made it burn, and getting a woman off made me desperate to come too… my pussy subject to subtle waves of pleasure… but also need… whenever I lapped up another woman’s cum.
“Not a problem. That leaves a lot of other things we can do with her,” the woman said agreeably.
“Then play away,” Jillian said warmly.
A moment later, I felt hands on both of my bare breasts, different people’s hands, as one cupped my left tit gently, while the other playfully pinched my right nipple. I also felt a pair of someone else’s hands on my ass, caressing that.
All my recent sexual encounters had either been me submissively servicing someone, or getting fucked roughly… so these multiple sensations of three sets of hands… which felt strangely respectful, even though they were taking liberties with all my erogenous zones, was a soothing and sensual experience.
“Such a nice ass,” the one whose hands were exploring my ass said.
“Then why not eat her asshole?” Jillian suggested.
“Don’t mind if I do,” the woman said. She pulled my ass cheeks wide apart, and a moment later I felt her wet tongue bathing my rosebud.
“Mmmmmmm,” I moaned, the sweet anal licking feeling so nice, as I continued exploring every aspect of Jillian’s pussy.
“Eat my ass too, my pet,” Jillian ordered, lying back onto the table and raising her legs to give me access.
“Yes, Mistress,” I obeyed, as I leaned down a little, pulled her ass cheeks apart, and licked her pretty, puckered asshole.
“Such an obedient girl,” someone said, as she tugged on my nipple.
“She is, even though she’s surprisingly new to this role,” Jillian agreed and embellished the compliment, while I swirled my tongue around her slightly sweaty and salty anal entrance. (I know, it’s normally considered an exit portal, but in this crowd, it served as a two-way thoroughfare.)
“We’d love the chance to play with her more freely,” one of the women requested.
“She’s already booked solid for the entire night, but I suspect she’ll be coming back here quite often,” Jillian said diplomatically.
“I certainly will be,” I moaned. My asshole was being probed with someone’s tongue, while I probed Jillian’s with mine.
“And what do you do for a living?” someone asked.
“I own a bridal shop,” I answered.
“Delicious.”
“Yes, she is,” the woman eating my asshole said.
“Back to my pussy, my pet,” Jillian ordered, and I obeyed, stiffening my tongue and sticking it into her pussy.
“May I finger your ass?” the girl behind me requested.
“Yes, you may,” Jillian spoke for me.
“Yes, please finger my asshole,” I added, and I felt her finger pressing against my anal entrance.
“Such an obedient slut,” Jillian moaned, as I wiggled my tongue up and down in a smooth, zed-like pattern.
“I love pussy so much,” I declared, as I felt the girl’s finger slide into my ass.
“My pussy loves you too,” Jillian moaned as I worked her over.
“Such a tight asshole,” the girl observed, as she slowly slid her finger in and out of my ass.
“Yes, finger fuck my ass,” I moaned. I didn’t miss a lick, since I wanted to get Jillian off and taste her sweet cum nectar.
“Oh yes, suck on my clit, my hungry pet,” Jillian moaned.
“We expect you to come back here on Friday night,” one woman said to me.
“It will be my pleasure,” I agreed.
“And you’ll serve as our pet all night,” the woman said.
“I understand,” I agreed willingly, since being the pet of these four pretty women was very exciting.
“Right there, right there, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Jillian moaned, her hand on the back of my head gently holding me in place.
I aggressively focused on her clit, and slid two fingers into her very wet pussy, and began finger fucking her while I was finger fucked anally.
“Oh yes, finger fuck me, suck on my clit, right there, right fucking there!” Jillian moaned as she lifted her ass, and a moment later my face was splattered generously with her sweet cum.
I hungrily lapped up the cum as it flooded out of her… never able to swallow enough cum… it was so fucking addicting!
“I’m fucking this ass next time,” the girl behind me dibbed, as her finger explored the inside of my ass.
“Yes please,” I agreed, wishing I could get a dick in my pussy or my ass right now… I was so fucking horny!
“So good,” Jillian moaned, as she basked in the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“So good,” I echoed, meaning of course, the taste of her pussy cum.
“Such an amazing ass,” the girl said as she pulled her finger out of me.
“That felt so good,” I said, as I kept licking.
“All right,” Jillian said, “you ladies have a play night scheduled in a few days, and now I have one final wicked task for CasPetra to complete.”
“I can’t wait,” I said, dying to know what else there could be, and that hopefully it would include my getting to come.
“Ladies, watch the center stage. This will be a show you won’t want to miss,” Jillian said, as she pushed me gently away from her pussy, and hopped down off the table.
I resumed my pet position on all fours.
“Need to come?” Jillian asked, as she looked down at me teasingly.
“More than I ever have before in my life,” I said with total honesty, as Jillian led me towards what must be the center stage… I should have been nervous, since whatever was about to happen seemed to be something I’d be doing live and unrehearsed in front of a large number of strangers… but lust and submissiveness can wash away all those insecurities… so as I crawled onto the center stage, I was ready to put my best foot forward and do whatever was about to be required, although not in a million years could I have expected what actually did transpire!
“Are you ready to get fucked, honey?” A voice sang out from behind me… a voice that belonged to my mother!
My eyes went wide with premonition even before I turned around and saw that Mom had followed me onstage, and once again she was wearing a strap-on, this one neon blue, and looking down at me appraisingly. “Mom?” I said in awe, sounding more like a question than a greeting.
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