Literotic asexstories – Feeding Kitten Their Leftovers by goldenambrosia,goldenambrosia
My mistress’s black heels and white polished toenails flooded my vision, and I kissed each foot tenderly as I knew she expected.
She let me unstrap her heels and drew my face up with one long nail through a loop in my leather collar. Our eyes met.
“Your husband left a fresh load in me for you to eat up before you get your left overs, baby,” she said, hiking her black dress up. She drew me closer by my collar.
Her legs were slick, and I kissed them tenderly, savoring the combination of their juices together.
My hands moved to lower her lace panties, but were stopped by a soft clucking of her teeth.
“With your teeth, kitten,” she whispered.
We held each other’s gaze as I complied. I could taste her excitement through the fabric. My body was burning from the inside out, nerves taut from denial. My nipples were puffy from rubbing against her thighs.
I licked her as slowly as I could, burying my face in her slit when I reached it. I sucked at her clit and let my tongue wrestle its way deeper, taking in as much of her as possible.
“I saw you edging yourself on that fat dildo like a good baby while we were at dinner,” she cooed to me, a hand firmly on the back of my head. “I made your husband fuck me in the bathroom before we left while we watched you try your best not to cum like my obedient kitten.”
I moaned into her as she climaxed, crushing my face between her thighs as she rode out her waves of pleasure half standing, half slumped over onto my face. When she was done, she pulled me by my neck and used her knee to push me down onto my back on the hard wood floor. I wished it was her heel biting into my chest instead.
She stepped over me to the kitchen island where my husband was waiting, with two wine glasses and two small bowls decorated with fish set up next to him.
I crawled over to her side as she set my bowls down, one of water and one with a small amount of cut up food. I waited obediently at her side, eyes trained on her toned legs.
“Eat up, pet,” she gave me a nod, and I bent over my food bowl and began to eat her leftovers with my hands behind my back. It was steak and broccoli. One piece had an obvious bite taken out of it.
I could hear her kisses with my husband change to moans. I ate furiously so I didn’t miss much more, spilling a bit of water in my haste.
When I looked up, she was making eye contact with me. Both of her magnificent breast were out, one nipple pinched between my husbands teeth, the other being fondled with his hand, and her dress pulled down underneath. She moved his hand closer to her honeypot, and gasped when he easily slid his fingers in.
I was absorbed in her every action. I felt my chest grow tighter when she bit her lips or rolled her eyes, her moans were the fire singing through my blood. She used her hand to guide him deep inside her, building a pattern together that made her breast bounce deliciously. I licked my lips at the sight. I was nearly as disappointed as my husband was when she slipped his fingers out, ending her tantalizing performance.
She beckoned to me with her free hand, grabbing me by my curls to accelerate my crawl over. She wiped his fingers all over me, on my cheeks, my forehead, before finally shoving them in my mouth to clean.
She let me gag on them while she pinched my nipples and pulled outwards. My muffled gasps turned into a choke. She pulled his fingers from my mouth, a trail of spit bridging from them. She added her own spit to his hand, letting it drip slowly from her pursed lips. Again, she guided the newly soiled fingers to my mouth to worship. I licked away happily.
“Bring the wine glasses to the couch and show me our display position, pet.”
I nodded and turned to grab the glasses. A sharp tug at my hair sent me flying back onto my ass.
“Kitten’s don’t use their hands, slut,” she hissed in my ear, still pulling my hair, forcing my neck back to stare into her eyes. Her face was bent close. I could feel her breath on my skin, I could smell her vanilla perfume clouding my senses.
“I’m sorry, mis-”
Her spit cut me off, a glob landing in my mouth as I spoke. I held out my tongue so she could tell me when I was allowed to swallow. She held me there for a moment, nails laced through my hair, watching her spit slide to the bottom of my mouth. A sharp nod of assent and her releasing my hair was my permission to swallow. I locked my arms behind my back and lifted myself up to grab a wine glass with my teeth.
I managed to get both on the side table closest to my husband on the couch. The one in front had been moved out of the way, and all that remained was the large black dildo I had been forced to edge myself on while they were away at dinner.
I sat in front of them while they perched comfortably on the couch, my knees spread and my fist balled on the floor behind them. My mistress liked this position especially. She stood next to me now, and tapped my pussy with her foot gingerly.
“You’re already wet, aren’t you slut?”
I nodded, trying not to flinch as her taps turned into kicks. I moaned loudly when she caught my clit.
“Show us what we missed while we were at dinner,” She sat back, filling her and my husband’s glass with a sparkling white. “Make sure you make it nice and wet, I want to hear your whore pussy.”
“Yes mistress,” I replied, moving around the suction plugged toy. I let the spit dribble from my mouth, making eye contact with both of them. I kissed the toy slowly, tasting myself on the hard plastic. I could never tame myself into taking things too slowly in front of them though, and soon enough I was gagging on the toy, a pool of spit gathering on the surrounding floor.
I impaled myself on the eight inch monster gradually, the sounds of my sex filling the air as I unsuccessfully tried to contain my mewls of pleasure. My eyes sank closed as I focused on my budding climax. I began to fuck myself when I got about halfway down before two slaps made me yelp and my eyes snap open. They had both leaned forward to swat my breast. My husband had a wicked grin.
“All the way down baby,” my husband whispered as my mistress got up and disappeared from my line of sight. He pushed me down further, leaving a heavy hand on my shoulder so I couldn’t move once I had sunk to the bottom. He was so cruel when my mistress came, he loved to see how she would punish me for my indiscretions. I met his hard gaze with one of my own.
The slap took me off guard, and made my cheek burn. Still, I returned his cold glare. He broke first, smiling and kissing my forehead.
“My brat,” he whispered, licking my lips. As I opened them, he spat, leaving me moaning and kissing the air as my mistress returned to us.
When she settled back down, I recognized the bag of tricks she carried with her. By now I was fully in heat, my legs ached and my pussy was dying to be stimulated with some movement.
The first thing she bought out were a pair of small silver clamps, connected by a thin chain. They each showered my nipples in kisses, with my husband biting more than anything before she attached them, a soreness blossoming from where they clamped down that made my stretched pussy warm.
Next, she tied my hair back, tangling my curls into a messy bun on my head, leaving my neck and shoulders exposed for her to rake her fingers down. She took the time to do so now, sending a shiver up my spine.
Finally, mistress’s favorite plug emerged from the bag. It was a large sort of hook with a ball on the end and a chain connecting. I couldn’t contain the moan that escaped when I saw it.
“Our kitten is such a needy slut,” she laughed, my husband joining her. He jerked my chained nipples towards him until I was in a suitable position, leaning forward with my hands splayed out on his chest and my knees spread. He slapped my ass playfully before kneading my cheeks apart.
I felt a cold finger spreading lube on my puckered hole. I groaned when it entered, exploring me a bit before adding a second and scissoring me open with sharp nails. They withdrew as suddenly as they came, being replaced by a small ball pressed at my entrance. It slid in place with a pop. The hook was relatively small in comparison to the fingers, but the chain that connected to the back of my collar left me with my back arched constantly.
My husband and mistress returned to their place on the couch as I settled into my new predicament.
“Well?” My mistress said, wine glass resting near her lips.
I began to lift myself up and down, the silence being permeated only by my vulgar sounds.
“Mmm, that’s it baby,” she cooed, taking a long sip from her drink. “Take it all for me.”
My noise got louder as I worked myself towards orgasm, the dildo near slipping in and out of me as I rode it to the tip and drove it back down.
“Pathetic slut,” My mistress purred, at my side again with her wine glass still near her lips. Her other hand rested on my pussy as it bounced.
“Ah,” I gasped, trying to thrust forward to create the friction I desperately desired.
A spray of spit hit my cheek. I licked my lips, ignoring the laughs and jeers that it came with.
“I know you’re a greedy slut, but I’m sure I don’t have to remind you what happens when you cum without my permission.”
I could hear the smile in her voice, she knew how close I was. The groan escaped before I could think better of it.
“On second thought, I don’t think you can control yourself. It’s time for you to worship me, kitten.”
She pulled me up by my clamps until I was on my tippy toes and my body was pressed against hers. We shared our first kiss of the night like that. She bit my lips hard, and let me suck her tongue as I moaned loudly. She pulled me down with her onto the couch, settled between her breast as she guided my head towards her nipple. I kissed her passionately, switching between licking around her nipples to biting them softly.
After worshipping her breast for a few minutes, she pushed me to my knees so I could focus on her feet. I massaged her soles as she and my husband chatted between our combined moans.
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