Submitting to Her(33)

With one hand I caressed her pert behind as she writhed over me, grazing her wet sex over my mouth and nose, but with the other I subtly stroked my cock, perhaps something I wasn't allowed to do, though she wasn't stopping me.

She moaned loudly, then said: "You know, it really hurt that you didn't support me when I was promoted." She put one hand over my ear now, and stroked the side of my head a little, before her grip tightened, and she was pulling my face firmly into her pussy, her rocking on my mouth accelerating.

"It's funny how the threat of losing your job was all it took to get your attention," she said, becoming increasingly breathless now, but releasing my head from her grip, as she now lifted herself up.

I was a little confused - why was she bringing all this up now? But I was too wound up to ask her if everything was okay between us.

Zoey turned around, looking behind and down on me as she now presented her pussy again, though this time from the other direction. Now I was enveloped in her smooth, firm flesh, as she wedged my face between her buttocks, pressing herself down again to begin rocking her wet pussy against my mouth.

There was a kind of edge to her treatment of me just then - a new hardness, almost brutality. She was venting long-held frustrations. I could feel her hands supporting herself on my stomach as she forced her body down on my head, her hips beginning a gyrating movement, rendering it difficult for me to do much other than open my mouth and push out my tongue to allow her to use me as she saw fit.

I could hear her panting, moaning, but then she leaned down, her fingers encircling my cock as her chest came into full contact with mine. Now it was my turn to groan as I felt her take my hardness back inside her mouth. I slipped my arms around her hips, so that I could hold her buttocks, pulling her beautifully round cheeks apart to offer me more air and better access to her pussy now that she lay against me.

Zoey slowed the motion of her hips to a standstill as she now focused a little on my cock, allowing me to take charge for a while, kissing her pussy, sucking her clit, pushing my tongue as far as it would go inside her.

This was the ultimate for me: being able to indulge completely in her delicious pussy while at the same time having this pretty brunette sucking my cock deep inside her mouth, her velvet breasts pushing against my lower stomach.

I was a hair's breadth away from losing control when she let go of my cock, and resumed pushing back against my face, taking charge and rubbing her pussy over my whole face, from chin to mouth to nose to forehead and back, and I got the feeling she was reveling in the sense of power she had, to shove her sex so obscenely into the face of the man she'd had a crush on only to have her attentions spurned.

And while I was now safe from coming, it was clear what was on the way for Zoey, although she now turned again, flipping over so that she could now look down upon my face as she pressed her pussy down over my mouth, my nose wedging against her clit.

Sitting on me with knees either side and just in front of my head, her feet pressing in against my shoulders and upper arms, she squeezed her thighs together now, locking me in a vice-tight hold that was like some kind of filthy wrestling position, my head almost completely enveloped in her sweltering flesh.

It wasn't exactly easy to breathe, but I just about coped, doing my best to allow her as much contact as possible with my mouth and tongue, as she now gripped onto my wrists and wiggled her hips, her pussy now so warmed up and so firmly wedged against me that it only took small motions to give her the sensations she desired.

She leaned back, and I could see how hard her nipples were, jutting out from her heaving chest as she gasped for oxygen.

Her moisture was everywhere, so that I wondered if a person could possibly drown like this. The thought made me smile a little as I continued doing my best to please her - was drowning in a beautiful woman's come like this a tragedy, or a glorious way out of this world?

Her pace on my face accelerated, and again there was very little I could actively do as she drove herself towards her end - I was merely a passenger in this ride.

When she came I felt her whole body tremble, energy rippling through her as her writhing faded over and around my face, consuming her totally as she cried out at the glorious gratification of her needs.





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There was probably some kind of payback underpinning the fact that once satisfied, Zoey simply curled up and drifted off to sleep.

I was in two minds again - part of me was deeply contented at the fact that I could make this girl come to the point at which she simply didn't have the energy to stay awake. But the other part, which was strongly connected to my increasingly blue balls, was feeling a little aggrieved.

I think that latter part of me was even plotting all-out revolution.