Date: Sun, 31 May 2015 08:14:16 +0200
From: Beth
Subject: Caught, Seduced, Submitted

Beth's First Lesbian experience- Caught, seduced, submitted.

(F/F, first time, seduction, submission/domination)

Copyright 2015. All rights reserved.

By Beth

Feel free to send me your thoughts

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Synopsis: A married women's sexual curiosity leads her to being seduced
into lesbian submission by her sultry neighbor.

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Caught, Seduced, Submitted


As I'm on my knees naked, looking up at this beautiful woman standing in
front of me I'm overcome with lust. This story is about how I, a typical
straight married 28 year old woman got to this position.

My name is Beth and I live what most would consider a very average life.

Sex at home was standard, two or three times a week, before bed my husband
and I would kiss and fondle and have sex. It was enjoyable and I would
usually have an orgasm. He was caring enough to get me off either with his
hand or mouth since I don't usually cum during intercourse. It was
vanilla. We had busy daily lives and had fallen into a routine. It was
nice, but it was getting boring. I found myself having more and more sexual
thoughts and urges during the day.

My husband, Chris, worked at a good firm in the city while I pursued my
masters online at home. His days were long and even longer due to a 45
minute commute. I was alone at home from about 7:00am until 7:00pm most
days and some times he was gone on overnight and weekend business trips. He
was immersed in his job trying to get to the next level so we could start a
family and I was grateful to have the freedom to pursue my education
goals. Only all this time alone at home had my mind drifting and often
leading to daytime sexual fantasies. I would often take a study break to
read sexually a charged romance novel and then let my mind continue the
story to a more erotic ending while I laid naked on my bed and pleasured
myself with my fingers or my trusty vibrator. Mostly my fantasies were
about being seduced and swept away by a confident handsome man in a
position of power. I found I liked letting go and my orgasms were always
stronger when I took on a more demure or submissive role in the fantasy.

After I finished my last book and needed some need new material I decided
to search the web for an erotic story. I came across a site that had all
sorts of stories listed by category. I felt a tingle in my crotch and got
excited about all the new dirty stories I would find. I was curious to see
what categories would interest me and what new kink I might read
about. Anything new would probably excite me. As I was scrolling through
the typical categories I clicked on the massage stories. I have had only
one massage before and that was from a spa in Hawaii while Chris and I were
on our honeymoon. We had a couples massage and its was simply relaxing. I
was in my bikini and my husband in his shorts and we each had a masseuse of
the opposite gender. Even though it was not intentionally sensual I did get
that nice warm feeling and a few tingles when my masseuse's hand rubbed
innocently on my inner thigh. It wasn't even close to my crotch but it was
enough to make me feel something. Since then the fantasy of being seduced a
handsome muscular masseuse while lying naked on his table has been a
reoccurring fantasy that always gets me off. I clicked on the first story
titled "my first massage".

It started off normally with a woman much like me on a vacation alone in
Europe going to get her first massage. She of course was a little nervous
and not sure what to do. The lady at the reception desk, through broken
English, eased her mind and got her into a relaxed state while showing her
to the private room where she would get her massage. She was told to
undress and put on this silk robe and lay down on the table and that her
masseuse would be in shortly. The reception lady then turned on some
soothing music and left the room. She nervously undressed and placed the
soft silky robe over her naked body. The room was warm and it immediately
made her aware of the sensations of the silk on her skin. She laid face
down and waited nervously.

I began to get excited and moist in anticipation of a good erotic story. I
hit quick print and grabbed the papers to take to my bed to get more
comfortable. When I got to my room i undressed, retrieved my egg vibrator
from my nightstand and laid back on my bed. As I continued to read I was
sure I knew where the story was going. A handsome muscular European man
would strut in and turn her into melting orgasmic bliss while I came right
along with her in the story. But that is where I was wrong...at least about
the first part.

I turned on my vib and began gently tracing it up my inner thigh toward my
moistening pussy. When I got to my outer lips I gently ran a few circles
around them until I could feel myself tingling and my legs almost
involuntarily spread. I pulled my feet toward me so my knees went up and my
legs naturally fell open giving me perfect access to my pussy so I could
continue. I held the printed out story in one hand and my vib working
around my pussy in the other.

As I kept reading it mentioned that the masseuse walked in without saying a
word. After a long silent moment while she laid in anticipation not knowing
what would come next the masseuse gently slid the robe from her body
leaving her naked and face down on the table. Soon she felt the soft and
gentle touch of a female's hand on her back.

Huh??

Female's hand?!?

The story suddenly took an unexpected turn for me. I assumed this was
following my usually fantasy but this was different.

I was already incredibly worked up and wet, my pussy was on fire as I had
been teasing it and building up in anticipation. My mind struggled to
process while my body responded to this new information with a quiver. A
quick sigh escaped my mouth and I felt a euphoric rush through my whole
body.

Was this exciting me more?

I kept reading

Within a few more sentences, with words like "her oily hand's gliding
sensually" I came with an unexpected tidal wave that rushed over my whole
body, sending tingles down every limb and moaning while feeling like I had
lifted out of my body. It was the biggest orgasm I have ever had. Ever. I
was left breathing heavy with my head swirling.

After the feeling finally subsided I got dressed and stood beside my bed
looking down at the printed story.

What had just happened. I had just had the biggest orgasm of my life set
off by female pronouns. I have never had a real lesbian fantasy
before. Even though I think women are beautiful, I had alway carefully
controlled my sexual desires and directed them toward men. I had never even
kissed a girl or thought I wanted to up till this point. I decided to let
it go and not over think it. Besides, Chris would be home soon and I needed
to get back to work. I decided to hide the print out in my nightstand and
put it out of my mind, for the rest of the day.

The next day after Chris left for work my mind immediately went back to
that story. I fished it out of my drawer and began reading while laying in
bed. I decided to read through it without touching myself and let my mind
focus. It was incredibly erotic and had me moist immediately. I found
myself squeezing my legs together and fighting the urge to touch myself. I
pictured myself in the woman's position on the massage table as she was
massaged, seduced and brought to orgasm by this exotic European beauty. It
turned out to be a short story but in the few minutes it took me to finish
I had soaked though my panties and onto the sheet. I couldn't believe how
turned on I was by this new fantasy.

By a woman's touch.

I immediately went to the computer and back to the erotic stories website.

I spent a little part of almost every day over the next few weeks sitting
at my desk in the living room reading lesbian and bisexual stories
online. I was drawn to similar situations where the main character was
seduced or coerced into her first encounter with a woman. Each day I would
read stories online and find one to print and take back to my room. I was
enjoying exploring this new fantasy subject and having amazing orgasms each
time.

One afternoon I had an unexpected knock at the door. Caught off guard while
online I leap to see who it was.

I live in a typical suburban neighborhood. the kind of place where
neighbors usually know each other well. Sadly, with Chris's work schedule
and my focus on finishing my degree we had not become very close with any
of our neighbors over the 8 months since we moved in. I knew a few of them
by name and our interaction was limited to a wave in passing while getting
the mail or driving down the street. I peaked out the window as I
approached the front door and saw that it was Mrs. O'Neil from diagonally
across the street. I opened the door and gave her a warm greeting.

She was a classically beautiful brunette with a hint of pinup girl
flare. She was well dressed in a pencil skirt and blouse with nylons and
the prefect heels to tie it all together. She was also married but she
didn't have any kids that I knew of. She was slightly older than me,
probably early 30s. She had a beautiful smile and alway dressed similarly
to the way she looked today. I knew she worked at some fancy French
clothing boutique in town.

With what had been on my mind recently I noticed her feminine beauty
too. Her outfit accentuated her curves and my eyes glance over her chest
and cleavage which was perfectly framed in her blouse with only a hint of
lacy bra noticeable on the fringe.

I was suddenly aware that I was comparably under dressed in my yoga pants
and ratty college T-shirt and became self conscious.

She excused her unannounced visit and told me she was preparing to have
some company and had just broken her wine bottle opener and wanted to know
if she could borrow one from me. None of the other neighbors were home from
work yet and she saw my car and knew I would be here.

"Of course" I said. And without thinking and not wanting to be rude I
invited her in and she followed me toward the kitchen. As she followed me
through the house all sorts of things rushed though my mind.

How I looked like such a mess, was my hair ok, I should have cleaned the
house, she looked so well put together, what was that scent she was
wearing, why was I so nervous and even wondering how my ass looked while I
was walking in front of her.

She stood just outside the kitchen in the living room while I nervously
looked around the kitchen for the opener. My husband and I drink wine
frequently but he and I apparently disagree on where the opener should be
kept.

Mrs O'Neil stood politely but confidently with her eyes on me while I
searched high and low. As I was reaching across the counter i heard and
felt a snap and immediately knew my bra strap had just broke. My breast are
a nice 34D nothing too big and still pretty perky but i had been wearing my
favorite, and therefore very worn, Victoria's Secret bra. If I was slightly
nervous before I was about to die of embarrassment now. My face turned
bright red as I unconsciously grabbed for my breasts and bra. I stood there
looking at Mrs O'Neil with my face turning bright red while I held my tits
in my hands. There was a long moment of silence while she looked at my
chest and then brought her eyes to meet mine. I stood there in shock almost
too embarrassed to move.

"Go change, sweetie, I'll wait" she instructed.

"Of course" I said and excused myself to the bedroom.

I couldn't believe this happened and to my favorite bra no less. And why
was I so nervous around Mrs O'Neil. When I reach my room a stripped my
shirt over my head and my broken bra fell to floor. My 34D breasts hung
free and I took a quick look in the mirror to admire my figure. My dirty
blonde hair fell just past my shoulders and looked full and playfully
tussled. My 5'5" fit body curved nicely from my shoulders past my breasts
down to my hips and legs which were hugged tightly by my gray yoga pants. I
actually looked pretty sultry in this state as I reached up and playfully
grabbed my breasts and squeezed gently. I guess I didn't look like as much
of a slob as I thought. My mind went back to Mrs O'Neil waiting in the
living room and I wondered if she thought the same thing. Now I had a brief
chance to put on something nicer. I looked through my drawers to find a
perky bra and a nicer lacy pink shirt and threw them on, ran a quick brush
and hand threw my hair and gave myself a quick once over in the
mirror. With a cute smile and a wink I turned and went back to the kitchen.

Mrs O'Neil had been quietly looking around the living room at pictures and
she commented politely about my decorations when I returned.

I apologized and shared the silly frustration that it was my favorite VS
bra and now I would have to go by new a one, a somewhat expensive
inconvenience that I had been avoiding.

"Why don't you come by my shop" she suggested. "We sell some very nice
French lingerie that I'm sure you'll look incredible in"

I politely declined, suggesting that I didn't want to spend that much on a
bra and would probably just get something at the department store.

We stood for a moment as I thought about the possible lingerie selections
and how I would look in them and then I wondered if she was picturing me in
them too.

She interrupted the silence by reminding me about the opener.

"I'm sorry" I said and I went back to check the last few drawers.

"Here it is" I said excitedly, happy to be able to give her What she
wanted. As I brought it too her in the living room I looked over her
shoulder and saw that the computer was still on and open to the erotic
stories webpage with the title lesbian erotica and words like submission,
seduction, and first encounters all over the page. Additionally, I noticed
I left out in plain view a printed story titled Anne's submission about a
demure woman seduced into submission by a neighborhood Mary Kay's sales
woman.

My face grew red again and I quickly began to try to get Mrs O'Neil out of
the house. I handed her the opener and made apologies for the mess and
walked her to the door.

She stopped at the threshold and turned to face me. I almost bumped into
her I was following so close trying to get her out and hoping she hadn't
see anything. She grabbed me and squeezed a gentle hug. I could feel her
breasts press against mine. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "thank
you, sweet heart. I'll return this tomorrow." And she walked off back
across the street. I shut the door and the panic set in. Did she see the
computer? Did she read the story? How long was I out of the room? Was it
long enough for her to read much? Why the heck didn't the screen saver come
on?

I walked to the computer and saw the screen saver running. She must have
moved the mouse or something. I was sure now that she had to have seen
something. I was in shock. Oh my god. What will she think of me.

As I thought through it she must have seen it while I was changing and
afterward she still very friendly. Maybe even flirty. She did after all hug
me and kiss my cheek. My head swirled again as I tried to wrap my mind
around all that had just taken place.

Mrs O'Neil was a beautiful woman, sexy even. I began to picture her in the
roles of some of my fantasies. I imagined she probably wore a garter and
stockings under her skirt.

I tried to think of something else. "Beth, wake up, get back to work." I
told myself.

I sat back down at my computer and exited out of the webpages. Put away the
printed story into my secret folder and tried to get back to school work.

It's embarrassing enough that my neighbor may have saw my erotica lets just
hope she doesn't tell anyone.

The next day I decided not to take my usual erotica study break. I was
still embarrassed at potentially being caught by my neighbor. After my
morning coffee I went to the porch to get the paper and saw a package near
the door. It was a nicely wrapped clothing box with a bow, a card, and my
wine bottle opener on top. I took it inside and sat to open it up. I read
the card first.

Beth,

Thank you for the favor, you're such a sweet girl. I picked you out
something from my store that I think you'll look lovely in and can replace
your favorite bra. No need to be bashful about anything ;)

I hope you like it.

Yours,

Katherine O'Neil

What a nice gesture. I wondered what it was. And what did she mean by "no
need to be bashful about anything, winky face" ?

I was excited to see what was in the box. I carefully untied the bow and
opened the box. Inside the tissue paper was another note that read "this
reminded me of your cute little yoga pants and your pink lacy top."

Underneath was a grayish bra with lace and ribbon and little pink
accents. It was silky soft and looked both comfortable and sexy. When I
picked it up I noticed underneath was also a matching bottom. It however
was much smaller. It was a thong with matching lacy and pink accents on a
tiny piece of material that covered the crotch and a little pink bow at the
T in the back. It sure didn't cover much.

I was very excited to try them on but would need to trim up my bikini area
a little first. I took the bra and panties to my room, placed them on the
bed and went into my bathroom to shave. I gave myself a fresh shave on my
legs and bikini area. While I was at it I got a little naughty idea to just
shave it all bare. I removed all the hair from around my pussy making it
silky smooth and soft. I walked naked back into my room feeling the cool
air on my freshly shaven legs and snatch. My tits swaying nicely as I
walked. I felt incredibly sexy as I lifted the new items to my body. I
slipped the panties up my legs and snapped the bra into place and admired
myself in the mirror. It was simple but sexy. Feminine and lacy but also
revealing. I started to think about Mrs O'Neil and how she had picked it
out for me. I wondered again if she had saw the website I was looking at
and if she had pictured me standing wearing these new items in front of
her. I began to get very turned on and couldn't resist running my hands
over the soft material, squeezing my breasts though the bra and sliding a
hand down to my pussy and feeling it through the silky panties. I laid on
my bed and continued rubbing myself though my new panties until they were
soaked with my juices. I squeezed my breasts and and pinched my nipples
with one hand while My other hand worked the moist silky panties over my
pussy. I began imagining Mrs O'Neil standing and watching me and I was
masterbating just for her.

Just then the door bell rang. Frustrated by the interruption I threw on a
robe and went to go see who it was. I saw through the window as I was
walking to the door that it was Mrs O'Neil. My heart began to race and I
stopped to check myself out in a reflection from a picture frame. I opened
the door and greeted her warmly excusing my dress by saying I was just
about to get in the shower. She came in for a hug anyway and squeezed me
tenderly and kissed me in the cheek while she said that I looked beautiful
as always.

"I just wanted to come by and thank you in person for inconveniencing you
yesterday. May I come in?"

Not wanting to be rude I said of course and she gave me a smile and walked
past me into my house. I caught a whiff of her perfume and was again
captivated. I followed her in and into the living room.

She looked down at the couch and saw the empty opened package.

"I see you got my gift. Did you like it?"

Yes, of course" I responded, not wanting to give away the fact that I was
wearing it now.

She looked right at me gave me a once over and said

"You're wearing them now aren't you?

There was a long pause as I knew she knew.

"Yes"

"Good girl. How does it fit?"

"It they fit fine" I replied getting nervous.

"Well don't be bashful, sweet heart, let me see" she directed.

Her words were so matter of fact. As if her desire to see was all that
mattered.

She stood only a few feet away directly in front of me staring, expecting,
and knowing that I would show her.

I suddenly began to feel my body reacting without me as my arms opened my
robe and let it fall to the floor. I stood there almost completely naked in
front of this gorgeous woman who was fully clothed in her usual high heels,
stockings, skirt, and blouse looking confident and sexy.

"Good girl" she complimented

"Now turn around"

Without thinking i began to respond to her direction.

"Mmm, very nice" she cooed

When I got back to facing her she was standing much closer, within two
feet.

She gently touched the bra's shoulder strap and ran her fingers down it,
tracing them lightly along the side of my breast. I stood there nervously
waiting her next move. I was frozen, almost as if I was watching from
outside my body. She traced her hands down my side to my hip and under the
waist band of the thong. She pulled it up slightly on my hip and then
traced the outside of her two fingers down the outside of the fabric to my
crotch. She paused. Feeling the damp wetness.

"You've been wearing these for a while, haven't you?"

She waited for a response.

"Yes" was all I could muster

"Were you playing with yourself?"

"Yes" escaped my mouth

"Naughty girl" she playfully scolded.

She moved around behind me staying so close I could feel the soft fabric of
her blouse and her soft breasts pressing up against my back. Her hand
stayed at my crotch with her two fingers now pressed on my moist lips. She
leaned into my ear and said

"I knew you would like my gift"

"I was a little surprised to see the naughty things you were reading on the
internet yesterday" "do you like lesbian erotica?"

She waited for me to answer. Her fingers still resting on my pussy, gently
rubbing up and down my slit.

"Yes"

"Do you touch yourself when you read those naughty stories?"

"Yes"

"Good girl" she said still rubbing my pussy and making me wetter.

"Do you like it when another woman seduces you and takes charge?"

"Yes"

"Well now you are mine"

I quivered as both my mind and pussy gave into her words and touch.

She kissed my neck and rubbed a few more strokes making my knees weak. She
stopped and moved back to my front.

"Now, take off your new lingerie" she commanded.

"we won't be needing them anymore and we don't want to ruin them"

I slowly unclasped the bra and let it slide off my shoulders onto the floor
letting my breasts hang. I could see her smile increase as she devoured me
with her gaze. I pushed the waist of my new thong down until the wet fabric
pulled away from my pussy and fell to the floor. I stepped out of it and
stood nervously waiting for her next instruction.

"Good girl" she said.

"I knew you'd have a perfect perky little body hiding under those yoga
pants. And now it's all mine."

She walked back up to me and passionately kissed me on the mouth. My lips
and body opening up and melting into her embrace. She entered me with her
tongue and explored my mouth. Her hands found the back of my head and
grasped my hair at the base of my neck with one and my hip with the other
pulling me into her. She let her hand slide slightly down my hip and around
to my ass giving it a firm squeeze.

She pulled away and directed "take me to you bedroom"

She grabbed my hand and followed me as I walked slowly in a trance toward
my room. We stopped in front of my bed and I turned back to face her.

"Get on you knees"

Unconsciously I responded. Lowering myself to my knees until I was face to
face with her skirt. I looked down at her black and white high heels and
followed them back up her stocking clad legs past her skirt and back up
until I was looking up at her gorgeous face. I stared right into her
eyes. I was hers.

And here I was in my knees naked in front of this beautiful woman standing
in front of me and overcome with lust. She reached her hands down to the
hem of her skirt and began to pull it up slowly. First revealing the lacy
tops of stockings, then the garter straps that led even further up her
milky thighs. Soon I could see the silky mound of her black panties
slightly outlining her pussy.

"Undo my garter"

I nervously reached my hands up, happy to feel her soft thighs and careful
undid the two straps on each leg. My eyes moved back to her panty covered
pussy. I was transfixed. I had never smelled another woman's pussy
before. I was now only a few inches away. I could smell the intoxicating
mix of her perfume and a sweet musky smell of sex. My eyes went back you to
hers.

"Do you want to see my pussy?"

My mouth unconsciously watered.

My mind raced. I couldn't believe I was kneeling here like this. I was so
horny I could feel my pussy juicing leaking down my legs.

"Yes"

She reached her hands up the sides of her skirt and found the waist band of
her black silk panties. My eyes were glued to her mound. When it was
revealed It was like I was seeing a pussy for the first time yet at the
same it was exactly what I thought. Her lips were slightly protruding and
puffy. Her Pubic hair was shaved into a neat strip but bare and smooth
everywhere else. She pushed her panties down to her stockings and then they
slide the rest of the way down her stocking legs. She stepped her feet out
of them and told me to pick them up.

I grabbed them in my fingers gently.

"Smell them" she commanded.

I brought them to my nose and mouth and inhaled her scent. It was
intoxicating. I took a second breath and my lips pushed out almost to kiss
them. She took them from my hand and tossed them on the bed.

"Now smell the real thing"

She gently placed her hand on the back of my head and pulled me slightly
in. As if I needed any other invitation, my head leaned in and my chin up
slightly. My nose touched just above her slit and I could feel the slight
tickle of her pubic hair on my forehead. My cheek rested on her soft thigh
and inhaled her scent again. My lips were now just millimeters away from
her pussy lips. I licked my lips unconsciously and pushed them forward to
kiss her pussy. My lips met her soft pussy lips and made a kissing sound. I
planted three of four more kisses on them before she pulled my head back.

"Your a natural. I knew you would make a good pussy eater once I saw you.

She pushed my head back into her crotch and this time my tongue came out
and found her lips. I licked up her slit gently at first and then with just
enough pressure to penetrate between them. I licked up and down every fold
enjoying the sweet taste of this woman. Licking deeper each time I finally
made it to her moist hole and then licked up until my tongue found her
clit. I licked firm and deep as I flicked past her clit and she let a moan
escape her lips.

I felt so good knowing that I made her moan. I was encouraged and
determined to make her moan more and give her pleasure. It was now my
mission to make her cum.

She stopped me again though, grabbing my hair.

"Do you like my pussy, Beth?"

Looking up into her eyes i professed "yes"

"Say it"

I paused for a moment only to lick my lips and let sink in what I was
experiencing.

Here I was, naked and on my knees in front of my neighbor. Her hand holding
my head by the hair and making me say and do things that I never would have
imagined a month ago but now felt so right.

"I like your pussy, Mrs O'Neil"

"And?"

"I like licking your pussy"

"Good girl, you are a natural submissive little pussy licker. I think I'll
enjoy this. From now on you are my little pussy licker. "

She then pulled my head back into her crotch. My tongue immediately coming
back out to lick and taste her juices. she started moving my head up and
dow making my tongue move the length of her pussy. She was owning
me. Owning my mouth. She pushed my face even farther and rubbed it around
smearing her juices all over my mouth and cheeks. She moved my head faster
and gyrated her hips. She was getting wetter and I knew she was close to
cumming. I was determined to make her explode and I wanted to taste all of
her juices. I pushed my tongue out farther and licked with her movements. I
looked up to see her face and locked eyes with my new lover. She looked
down at me and her face tightened in ecstasy. She moaned and her juices
flooded as I lapped eagerly at her pussy. After a few more seconds she
pulled my head away again looked down and simply stated, "good girl"

It was all I needed to hear. I beamed with pride at making my new lover
cum.

She lifted me up to my feet and kissed me passionately on the mouth. Her
tongue diving deep into my mouth. Her pussy juice and our saliva
mixing. She tastes so sweet. She broke our embrace and she pushed me back
down on my bed.

"You've been such a good little pussy licker that I think you deserve a
treat." She said as she unbuttoned her blouse and removed her top. Her
breast looked amazing sitting so perfectly in a French laced half cup
bra. She unzipped her skirt and let it slide to the floor. She removed her
garter, kicked off her high heels and finally reached behind her back to
unclasp her bra. When she stood there naked except for her stockings she
looked like a sexy pinup. I was captivated by both her beauty and oozing
sexuality.

She got on the bed and crawled toward and on top of me. My legs opened up
to let her in and she pressed her thigh into my pussy and her pussy onto my
thigh. She kissed me again and let her hand slide up my inner thigh toward
my pussy. I was burning with desire and eager for her touch. As her hand
found my wet waiting pussy her two fingers slide easily inside. She pushed
them deep into me as I moaned into her mouth. Her thumb found my clit and
she gently but firmly stroked it while fucking me with her fingers. She
kissed me harder and pressed her breasts and body against mine. I was in
heaven feeling this gorgeous woman's body while she fucked me. It only took
a minute before I was moaning and cumming all over her hand. She slowed her
pace and rhythm, kissed me tenderly and took her fingers out of my
pussy. She brought them to her nose and smelled my juices.

"Mmm" she cooed and took a taste

Then she presented them to my lips and pushed them inside my opening
mouth. I eagerly licked and sucked my pussy juice off her fingers.

"That's a good little pussy licker"

She smiled.

"I'm going to like having you to play with."