I put my hands on her knees and open her up. She arches her back and moans when I bend my head and run the flat of my tongue along her wet, dripping slit.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” she squeals when I flick her aching clit with the tip of my tongue.
She writhes on the bed, wriggling about like a lizard in a tin as I bring her to the edge for the third time. She whimpers, pleads and begs as I cross my fingers like a corkscrew and push them inside her.
I felt her wet velvet walls gripping me as I push them in and out of her, hearing her squelch as I fuck her.
Her hips buck, thrashing on the bed, back arches, whimpering, moaning, pleading, cursing, begging until finally, she snaps straight and howls, exploding over my face and hand.
She slumps back onto the hotel room bed, her breasts heaving as she struggles to regain her breath.
Finally, she looks up at me and whispers, “I love you, Donna.”
“Good,” I reply, smiling. "I know."
I clamber off the bed and head to the shower. I pull the handle to hot and wait until it heats up, standing underneath the water to wash all traces of her from me before I head back to work.
I smile at her as I get dressed. She still lies on the bed, naked, the sheet pulled slightly over her but her delicious pert little boobs are still on display. She's another one of those needy little middle-class student girls, eighteen or nineteen years old, discovering their sexuality whilst being away from home for the first time.
They desperately search for an older experienced woman to show them what they need and as I trawl the student bars on a Friday night, they're so easy to pick up.
Vicky is perfect. She has fallen hard for me. When we are together, she worries more about my pleasure than hers. She drops to her knees at the slightest opportunity. Her tongue is indescribable. She seems able to simultaneously flick my clit and tongue fuck my cunt. The sight of her big brown eyes staring up at me as her lips clamps around me could have me spasming in seconds.
“You should go get back to class,” I tell her, smiling, as I lightly spank her tight, firm ass. “I might be busy tonight, I will text you if I want you.”
“Okay, I understand,” she replies. Her eyes are downcast yet she knows the score.
I've been seeing Vicky for two months, or eight weeks of hedonistic fucking to be precise. She had admitted, that first night when she brought me back to her student flat, that she was naturally submissive and since then, I have worked out every button I need to press to keep her willing, needy and desperate to be loved.
“I love you, Donna. You know I’ll do anything for you.”
I took that as a challenge.
She knows I sleep around, well fuck around would be more precise. I don’t sleep over with any of them. I don’t do the 8am walk of shame. I pick them up, let them take me back to theirs and fuck them, then get a taxi home.
As I leave the hotel and head back to work, Vicky is the last thing on my mind. Elton John may have sung that “Saturday Night’s alright for fighting” but Friday night was for fucking. The thrill of the hunt, the excitement of the chase, as I close in on my prey, I give that little smile as I look into their eyes, my teeth biting my bottom lip as I run my eyes over them.
I was in good shape. I ran four mornings a week along with gym sessions and as I stalk towards my prey in my little black dress and heels, I can see them melt. It's not like I am some kind of bitch or domme, I just know what I want and usually, it doesn't take very long to get it.
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9 pm and the bar is filling up nicely. The joy of living in a university town is that there are always lots of young people to fill the bars and clubs. Money is no obstacle for the student population so Friday and Saturday nights are always busy. I’d just settled myself at the bar and ordered a gin and tonic when I see her. Tall, redheaded, with a quite delicious pair of boobs on her. The t-shirt she’s wearing has a comedy spoof of the coke logo and her curves distort the writing in just the right way.
I turn my back on her and watch her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. She really is perfect. She laughs at something her friend says and I watch her as she makes her way towards the bar. I look at her reflected face as she approaches. She sees me looking and holds my eye contact in the mirror as she stands beside me at the bar.
We smile at each other. I see her eyes flick down to look at what I am drinking then more obviously, she looks at my chest. The dress is low cut enough to give her a good view of my cleavage. My tits aren’t massive but had been described as a good handful on more than one occasion.
As the barman stands in front of us, she looks at him and smiles, “I’ll have what she’s having.”
“Two gin and tonics please,” I order as I turn and smile back at her.
“I’m Donna.”
“I’m Holly,” she replies. She takes a step closer to me, putting the toe of her shoe on the footrest of my stool. Her knee pressing against my thigh.
I push my leg back against her, feeling her jeans rubbing against my leg. I lick my top lip as I raise my glass to her. She picks up her drink and clinks it against mine before knocking most of it back in one go.
I smirk, holding the glass in front of my mouth as I swallow the gin. Then knock the rest of the drink back, the ice cubes hitting my teeth before placing the glass on the counter, my fingers dropping to run along her wrist as she rests her hand on the bar counter.
She looks me in the eye, raises an eyebrow, then looks in the direction of the bar toilets. I slide off the stool and sashay my way to the toilets.
I watch through the crack in the cubicle door and as she enters the toilets, I reach out and grab her wrist and pull her in, locking the door behind me. I push her against the wall, kissing her hard on the mouth. One hand holds her long red hair while the other slides it way over her top, feeling her breasts, feeling her firm teenage tits in her bra.
My fingers drop, unbuttoning her jeans. Her hands grip the waistband and slide them down over her hips and down to her knees. My fingers run over her lace knickers, fingertip sliding along her stomach, nail inside the lace. Feeling her groan into my mouth as my fingers turn and cup her smooth wet cunt. Her lips already slick with her juices.
My middle finger slides along her wet needy slit from perineum to clit hood, hearing her gasp as my finger traces her folds. My finger pushing her hood up, feeling the pearl ease out, throbbing as my fingers smear her cunt juices over it.
I feel her shuffle her legs wider apart as she leans against the wall of the cubicle. Her wet knickers bulging as my hand presses against her, two fingers crossed like a corkscrew slowly screwing their way into her wet velvet hole.
My mouth moves along her jaw, kissing her neck as I push my fingers deeper inside her, feeling her cunt walls gripping them. My other hand still gripping her hair, pulling on it, forcing her to look up towards the ceiling as I fingerfuck her hard and fast. The noise of girls outside in the bathroom forcing me to put my hand over her mouth as I shove my fingers harder inside her. I can hear my fingers squelching as her juices ooze out over my hand.
Her eyes bulge, her breath in little pants as I smother her face, her hips bucking, thrashing against the wall as she orgasms on my hand. I hold her there against the wall, letting her tremors subside, feeling her cunt ripple as the aftershocks run through her. I slowly remove my fingers from her cunt and her mouth at the same time.
As she slumps against the wall, I wipe my fingers on her neck, smearing her juices over her like perfume.
I step back, watching her as she slowly slides down the wall. I unlock the door and walk out, leaving Holly to pull her jeans and knickers up in front of the crowd of girls waitng to use the cubicle.
As I walk out of the bar, I phone Vicky.
“Hello darling, I’ll be at yours in ten minutes.”
Without giving her a chance to say much more than okay, I hang up and flag down a taxi.
I sit in the back of the cab and sniff my fingers as I travel to her flat.
She answers the door without me needing to buzz and lets me walk in first and follows behind.
I turn and kiss her, running the hand that was inside Holly only minutes before over her face, letting her smell the other girl’s cum on my fingers. I watch her face blush as she smells it. I break the kiss and push my fingers into her mouth, making her taste her flavours on her tongue.
As Vicky sucks my fingers clean, I tell her about Holly and how she didn’t make me cum. I push Vicky backwards towards the bed and let her lie on it. Her t-shirt riding up to expose her midriff. I pull my knickers down and lift my dress up and climb on top of her. I straddle her, lowering my wet hairy cunt down onto her face. Her tongue instinctively licks along me, pressing inside my lips to tease my folds as I hover above her.
I look down at her, her big brown eyes looking up at me as I lower myself onto her face, rubbing myself over her as she licks and laps at me. The way she uses her tongue drives me mad. I grip the headboard for support as she pushes her tongue over my clit and around, flicking, teasing, licking, slurping. Her mouth moving over me, lisp creating a rhythm of heir own as she rolls her tongue into a little tube and pushes it inside me like a tiny cock.
Her nose rubs over my aching clit now as she moves her head from side to side, pushing her tongue deeper into me, my mouth moving, lips chewing my labia as she tonguefucks me. I can feel my juices smeared over her face and chin. As I press down onto her face, her fingers grip my ass cheeks, trying to steer me away from her but I grind myself onto her, riding her face as she tonguefucks me. My fingers grip her hair as I pull her face deeper into me. Her eyes wide, her nose pressed on my clit as I arch my back and growl, shuddering on her face as my orgasm rakes through me.
I collapse my weight onto her face, smearing myself over her, coating her face and hair with my cunt goo. I feel her kissing me, licking me as I lie there, my breasts heaving as I try to regain my breath.
I climb off her and kiss her, whispering a “Thank you, my darling,” in her ear.
“I love you,” she whispers back.
“I know,” I reply as I slip my knickers on and head for the door. I can see her slump back onto the bed in frustration as I close her bedroom door behind me.
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And then it happened. I’m in my office the following Friday lunchtime when the urge takes me. I book the hotel room and phone Vicky, telling her I’ll see her there in half an hour.
“I’m not coming. It’s over, Donna.”
I freeze. My brain hears the words but I am unable to understand their meaning.
“What do you mean? You are not coming?” I finally manage to utter.
“I mean I’ve met someone else. Someone who doesn’t treat me like a fucking dildo.”
The words are virtually spat down the telephone. I hold the phone in my hand, staring at the screen as the call ended symbol comes up. The little bitch has hung up on me.
Well fuck her, I think. I try and concentrate on work but it is a waste of time. I glance at the clock and when it finally says 4.30pm, I finish up for the week and head out.
I pass a couple of the student bars, but the urge to hunt isn’t there. I glance in the windows and freeze. There she is. It’s Vicky. I watch her standing by the bar. She has her arm around the waist of a cute looking girl with long blonde hair. I watch through the window like some cliche in a Hollywood rom-com as the blonde leans in and kisses her on the mouth.
I feel my knuckles go white as I watch her kiss my Vicky. At that moment, reason and decorum go out the window. I storm into the bar and grab the blonde girl by the arm.
“Leave her alone. She’s mine!” I snarl.
The girl looks at me in confusion, then at Vicky. Vicky is standing open-mouthed. I turn to her.
“Vicky darling. I’m sorry. Please, come on, I know you love me. I love you too. I just never said it but you knew how I felt.”
She just stares at me, frozen. I can feel the blonde girl moving behind me, trying to get to Vicky.
“Vicky,” I try again. “Please. Let’s go somewhere and talk.”
I put my hand out to take her hand and she finally wakes from her frozen state.
“Take your fucking hands off me, Donna,” she snarls. “I want you to fuck off.”
She turns and takes the two steps to get to the blonde and wraps her arms around her. I watch as she kisses her with love and passion.
That was the moment I knew I loved her, wanted her, needed her. I knew it but it was too fucking late.
