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"Ask for it."
"Please-" I took a pained breath. "Please humiliate me. Ma'am."
"Why?"
"I want it. I need it. Please. It gets me off. Please."
"I don't know. I'm hearing a lot about you here. What's in it for me?"
She must have seen the disbelief in my eyes. I considered and discarded half a dozen of snarky retorts, and finally settled for the easy out: "What do you want?"
She smiled. It was the kind of slow, cruel, deliberate smile that can turn a girl's insides to ice. She reached out and touched my face, gently. Then she spat in my face.
I'd have recoiled in shock and disgust if she hadn't grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and held me.
"Say 'thank you'."
I opened my mouth but couldn't force the words out. She crouched down until we were at eye level, leaned forward and licked the spit from my face. It could have been kindness, I guess, but it felt horrible, invasive and shameful, and just when I was trying to figure out how to deal with it her fingers reached my wet cunt and started stroking it, never penetrating, just coating her hand with my juices. I whimpered, pushing my cunt towards her.
Sarani laughed. "There's just no stopping you, is there? Look at the mess you made." She held up her glistening fingers for me to see. The scent of my own cunt was undeniable, and I couldn't even pull away from it, the way she held me. She wiped her wet fingers against my face, then held them up to my mouth. "Lick them clean. Impress me, and maybe I'll let you lick my cunt too."
There is an art to sucking a woman's fingers. You want to do it so well, so thoroughly, and with enough gentle pressure that they can't help but start imagining what it would be like to have a cock. It's one of my biggest turn-ons. It's nonsensical, of course. You can't make her come by sucking her fingers, but by putting everything you have into it, you can make it a demonstration of your willingness to serve, a proof of your skills, a tease and a promise all in one.
I licked her fingers, taking them into my mouth one after the other, sucking them, playing with my tongue, careful to keep my teeth away. I could tell that she liked it from the way she allowed me to linger over the task, sucking, kissing and licking long after any trace of my pussy juice was gone.
"Enough." Her voice was hoarse. She stepped back and eased her jeans and boxers down, stepping out of them. Her cunt was covered in curly brown hair, and I was close enough to see that I wasn't the only one getting off on this. I drank in the sight of her, muscular calves, the soft, pale hairs on her legs, the long, thin scar on her left thigh, her flat stomach.
"Please, ma'am," I whispered. "Let me taste you. I want to touch you so bad."
"What part of 'I decide if you get to speak' don't you understand?" She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. I could smell her strong, musky scent. I wanted to grab her thighs and bury my face between her legs, but the belt held my arms firmly trapped behind my back.
"You're just a toy, Nielsen. You think I give a damn what you want?" She straddled me so that he cunt was inches away from my face. "Stick out your tongue."
I obeyed. She brushed her cunt against my tongue, damp and hot like a fever, her curly hairs tickling my nose and lips. I whimpered as she began rubbing against me, using my face like toy to get her off. I was used to licking pussy, but this was something different. My knees were aching, and my neck was starting to hurt from craning, but she held me fixed in place, hand tangled in my hair, legs on either side of me. I struggled to breathe as she smothered me with her cunt and the taste of her filled my mouth. My whole face was covered in her juices, and as she began to groan and grind her cunt harder against my face I heard myself whimpering and moaning in response, my empty pussy desperate for stimulation.
I have never felt as used in my life.
She shuddered when she came, and I felt the tension melt out of her body as she released my hair and took a step back. I swallowed thickly, licking my lips. I knew I must look a mess, face all flushed, sticky and glistening with her juices, with pubic hair in my mouth.
I expected her to mock me for it, but she turned her back on me like I wasn't even there and began to get dressed. She put on her boxers and jeans and pulled her hair back in the usual neat ponytail.
I made a distraught noise, and she shot my a glance over my shoulder. "What? Were you expecting me to fuck you now?"
There was so much condescension in her voice that I blushed. She sat down at the lower bunk and pulled on her boots, giving me these considering glances.
"Oh, what the hell." Sarani snapped her fingers at me. "Get over here."
I went to her on my knees, arms still tied together behind my back. In truth, it didn't even occur to me to get up, and she probably would have snapped my head off if I'd tried.
Sarani wiped my mouth with the back of her hand, then looked at her hand and grimaced. "You need a shower." She wiped her fingers across my chest, making me feel even more filthy. Still I couldn't help but lean into the touch. A little smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She stroked my breasts, first one, then the other, running her nails over my nipples, making them harden.
"Did I ever mention what my favorite game is?"
I looked up at her, questioning. She tugged at my nipples, squeezing and rolling them between her fingers, alternating between making me gasp in pleasure and wince in pain.
"Tease and denial." She grinned at the look on my face. "Imagine what it would be like to feel like this, all the time? To dream of sex every night? To wake up and find yourself grinding your cunt against the mattress? To not be able to think of anything other than being pounded by a thick, hard cock, having all your holes filled, being covered in cum and begging for more?"
She kicked my legs apart and placed one foot between my thighs, pressing the steel-capped toe against my cunt. I grunted and very carefully did not move, watching her with desperate, pleading eyes.
