M. Pelletils - The Memoirs of Mitzy, Volume 1

Spunk shot from his prick when he cried out in his last lust. It shot up to a height a younger man than he would have been proud of, and deep within me I wished I had it shooting up in my now burning twat. But one plays a game till the end after starting one.

After shooting his load his whipped body was very still for a moment and looking at him through lusty eyes I gave my cunt a few more swift strokes and I also came. Exhausted I let myself fall in the chair and my legs hung open, the cunt juice dripping from the opened gash.

When Mr. Morgan came back to his senses after some time he crawled to me. His handcuffed hands made it a bit awkward for him to reach me and I didn't give him any help. I was too tired and I also didn't help him out of sheer meanness. He managed to get to my feet and started to kiss them. He acted like the slave he had made me feel he was, and it improved my present mood. I had felt pity with him after I had so gloriously come, but his humble manner soon made me forget my kindness towards him.

“Dear mistress, please open your legs for me,” he begged. “Let my tongue bring you to another orgasm… Grant me the honor of sucking your quim… Piss in my mouth if you want to… but let my mouth satisfy your needs…”

I kicked him against his chest but like a dog he kept coming back. But I was only human and I was getting randy again so I might as well let him have a go at my cunt. I always like to be licked and this whole situation was so absurd in a way I might as well go all the way now.

Putting my legs over the armrests of the chair I offered him my slippery cunt… Mad lust shone in his eyes and when he saw my hot-box opened like this he yelped in delight and his cock twitched in anticipation. I decided to make him even more randy for me and after he had managed to give my slit a few delightful licks I pushed him away. His cuffed hands behind his back made him lose balance and he fell on his back.

Since I was aroused by his tongue again, and it was going to take him some time to get over me again, I started to masturbate. The way I was seated, with my legs hanging over the armrests of the chair, my cunt was delightfully open to my fingers and I really played around with it without actually frigging myself. Masturbation is an art and I'm very artful. I could call myself the protectress of art in a way. I pulled the cunt lips out and played with them for some time. They are not very sensitive, that's true, but still it is a very nice feeling to stretch them a little and play with them. It makes you feel very randy without really building up an orgasm.

Mr. Morgan was still trying to get back on his knees so he could crawl over to me. I was playing with my slit. Finally he managed to get back to my chair, wanting to take up where he left off. But every time he brought his head forward to have a go at my pussy I pushed him away teasingly.

“You just wait till I want you to suck me,” I told him. “Right now I feel like frigging myself again and I don't want you to bother me… When I feel like being sucked I will tell you so… and now, go away or I will use the whip on you again and I don't think you could stand that right now… “'

He was on his knees in front of me, begging me to let him have a go at my cunt. He was really getting hungry for my cunt juice, but I played with myself as if he wasn't in the room at all. Sticking my finger deep within the moist cavity of my cunt, I frigged myself till I found myself fully aroused and decided to give him permission to suck me off. I took my hand away and like a hungry dog going after a piece of meat, he came at my pussy. Pressing his mouth against the hairy lips he showered my cunt with slobbering kisses and soon his tongue found the desired spot in my cunt.

The old Romans had a saying that a man doesn't need his prick as long as he has his mouth and tongue, and in the case of Mr. Morgan, they were absolutely right. Taking my swollen clit between his lips, he delightfully rolled it around and he soon had me moaning in pleasure. He flicked his tongue over my clit, and sticking his tongue in my cunt as far as it would go he licked the inside of my pussy in a way my cunt-hungry girl friends could take an example from. He had me moving up and down in the chair in no time at all.

I forgot everything around me and I just enjoyed his mouth when he lapped my cunt, devouring my flowing juice… Looking down, I saw his prick had once more become fully erected and I bent over so I could pick up the key for the handcuffs. Loosening them I took his hand and laid it on his bursting prick. Under my hand and his, the swollen dong twitched and throbbed and I found it very hard not to beg him to stick it in my burning slit.

“Masturbate yourself… jack off right in front of me… I find pleasure in seeing you do this… shamelessly wank yourself… making your spunk fly by your own hand… my cunt is not for your cock… not yet… maybe later… if you please me… if your performance satisfies me… Jack off and lick my cunt… I'm dripping wet… I want to be cleaned by your mouth… suck me and masturbate yourself…”

He did as he was told and his hand clasped around the bursting prick sticking out from his body like a flagpole. He masturbated while his tongue flicked in and out of my cunt in a tremendous speed. He soon had us both coming and his spunk, flying from his cock hit the legs of the chair… My spunk filling his mouth… overfilling it, really, some of the sticky stuff running down his chin and lips-which he licked with delight…

He was still on his back when I opened my eyes again. My pussy was raw, burning. Too much coming, maybe. But no matter. I had still promised myself a fuck with his cock, so whether he liked it or not that's what I was going to get. I wasn't feeling any cruelty towards him any longer and I was my own sweet self once more, ready to please and be pleased. Even if he couldn't bring his cock to a stand, I was still feeling some respect for him. He was not exactly a very young man and already he had managed to shoot his wad two times in a row. And the first time was under what you might call a bit of hardship. I'm glad I was not inclined that way. Imagine what the back of a girl must look like after whipping upon whipping, especially with the tender skin a woman usually has. I couldn't bear to think about it and I pitied him more and more. But I think everybody is entitled to his own kicks, no matter how kinky they may seem to other people.

I raised myself from the chair I was still sprawled in and went down on the floor with him. He still had his eyes closed, but he opened them when he sensed my presence. A satisfied look was on his face and he looked at me, his torturess, with tender eyes. I kissed his dear old face and not a word had been spoken between us. He sensed my mood had changed, and although he got his kicks in quite another way, he wanted me to go ahead with whatever I had in mind. I rubbed my hands over his body, and although he was not a young man, he was still well preserved. He wasn't bulky with muscles and all that sort of thing. In fact, he was rather on the slender side, but he had not a single ounce of excess fat on his body. So my task was not distasteful at all and I was once more beginning to enjoy myself, although I must confess I couldn't have stood to have a look at his back at that time. I really dreaded what I would see there and the idea I had done it made me shudder in horror.

I was feeling quite tender towards him now and I decided to give him the best I could offer. I was going to give him all the tender lovemaking I could muster, and be very patient about it.

Moving my mouth all over his body soon brought me in the presence of his prick. Dried sperm was sticking to it and I began by licking it away, cleaning his cock of the traces of his previous spendings. He was lying very quiet under this treatment, but he must have liked what I was doing, because he sighed deep and heavily.