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"Fucking faggot!" Gary yelled, last out of the door.
"Nice job," Terri said, turning and smiling up at him. Pulling him by the hand, she led him to his couch. She turned off the TV, sat, and spread her legs. "Still want to eat this pussy?" Some of Gary's semen had leaked from her pussy and ran down her thigh.
"Yes Mistress," Derrick said, dropping to his knees. Holding her calf, he started by licking up her thigh, his tongue tracing the length of semen. Taking his time, he licked the rest of her bald pussy before burying his tongue between her nether lips. Terri squirmed and moaned her pleasure again and again before stopping him.
"Enough," she said, pushing him away. Cradling his wet face, she considered him for a long moment. Leaning forward, she kissed him, pushing her tongue inside of his mouth. "You like this, don't you?"
"I like you, Mistress," he admitted.
"Sit," she said, patting the couch next to her. Leaning forward, she picked up a couple clothespins left on the coffee table. She attached them to his nipples before swinging her leg over him, facing and straddling him. She positioned herself just right until her warm, wet pussy slipped around his hard aching cock. She settled on top of him, not moving. His prick throbbed madly inside of her, threatening to orgasm from nothing more than the feel of her around him.
Terri caressed his face. "You sucked dick for me." He nodded. "You know that makes you a faggot, right?"
"Your will, Mistress."
She kissed him. "I think I believe you."
"Mistress should," he said, sure he was crossing a line by saying it, but she rewarded him another kiss.
Staring at him again, she put her hands on his shoulders. Slowly, she raised off of him once before settling back down. Once more, his cock throbbed its need deep inside of her. "I've wanted this for a long time," she told him. "Since before our game started."
Derrick stared up at her, unsure what to say. Deciding it was better to remain silent, he did.
She raised off of him and down again, smirking when his cock throbbed again. "How many times do you think I can do that before you cum?"
"Not many," he admitted.
"If I told one of those guys to fuck you up the ass, would you have let them?"
"Yes Mistress. Your will. Always."
"What does that feel like?"
Again she rose and fell. "To give yourself to me so completely. What does it feel like?"
"Heavenly."
"What if I left you right now?" she asked, pulling away. She pushed backwards, sitting closer to his knees while his hard cock danced in the air. "Would it be cruel if I left you hard like this?"
"Your will."
"Should I paddle you again?"
"Your will."
"And you wouldn't care? Don't you need an orgasm?"
"Not as much as I think I need this," he said, nodding at the clothespins on his nipples and meaning everything.
"Explain."
"I feel you everywhere. Always."
"Even today when I ignored you?"
"Especially today. I was confused, afraid you didn't want me, but it didn't change anything for me."
Giggling, she moved back on top of him. "You were really hard at work today."
