Page 8 of Audience Appreciation

She was teasing me, fluttering her fingers in a quick way that Chad had never done before. And when I looked at my boyfriend, as if for guidance, I saw that his eyes were half-closed with arousal, a spot of wetness on his pants from where his pre-cum was starting to leak. He was excited. Intensely excited, and that, in turn, excited me.

Jenny and I kissed harder, teeth and lips smashing together. Then she yanked down my gown, exposing my small breasts. I wasn't wearing a bra—seldom needed one. But the sensation I felt when she dipped her head to catch my nipple between her teeth nearly made me wilt back on the sofa. Oh, the scrape of her teeth on sensitive flesh…she was definitely going to make me sore. And somehow, I still wanted more of it. I moaned into her mouth and I arched against her hand, giving myself over to the experience. "Oh god, I'm going to—"

Slap.

I saw stars when I realized Jenny slapped at my pussy. "No, Kim. Don't you dare. I told you, you're not going to come until I do. You just have to hold it back."

I'd never tried that before, and I was so close to the edge now I whimpered with desperation. I couldn't believe it was a woman doing this to me. Jenny drew her fingers to her mouth and tasted me on them. "You're a sweet girl, Kim. And in the club, when you were paying for me, you and your boyfriend got to call the shots. But not here. You're in Jenny's world now."

I felt shameless, more needy than I'd ever been. So I didn't resist when she pushed against my shoulders, trying to put me on my knees. I glance up in shock when she laced her fingers through my hair and spread her legs in invitation. "Kiss me, Kim. Kiss my pussy."

"Oh, god." That's all I could think to say, because suddenly I wasn't so sure about any of this.

"Go on," she said, but I couldn't do it.

It wasn't the first time I saw her naked, sparkling, privates—but what she was asking me to do…

I didn't know what to do and gave a nervous shake of my head. This wasn't me. I wasn't the kind of girl who…"Listen, Jenny, I—I don't mind the kissing and the touching and the making out, but…"

Her eyes narrowed on me, and she gave me a wicked grin. "But what?"

"But I'm not sure I'm going to like this."

My protest didn't phase her at all. "Well, if you want to come again tonight, then you'd better learn to like it. Because unless your face is buried between my thighs, that's all you're getting tonight."

This flattened me. I slumped down feeling totally submissive to her. My own sexual appetite made me want to want to do whatever she said, but I glanced at Chad. He wasn't any help. Straining and flushed with his own arousal, he gave me a shrug as if to say that it was all up to me.

Leaning forward, I kissed her between her thighs, tentatively, warily. She tasted clean, like soap from her shower. A little salty, too. But those little kisses weren't enough for her. Jenny tugged me against her, saying, "That's nice, but not what I want. Use your tongue."

I was terrified to do it, but curious too. So I closed my eyes and let my tongue slide gently between her folds. "You can do better," she whispered, tugging on my hair.

And when I swept my tongue over her little clit ring, letting it play with the metal there, she yanked my hair and said, "Good. More."

She was rough with me, and I liked it. Being on my knees, in her apartment, on her wool carpet, with my face caught between her long legs made it easier for me to do what I was doing. I licked her, moving my tongue faster and harder, the taste of her in my mouth and the scent of her in my nostrils. And as I started to give myself over to it, Jenny, purred. "That's a good girl. You're definitely learning. You like it, don't you?"

I wanted to deny it, but when I paused to answer, she dug her nails into my scalp. "Don't you dare stop. Did I tell you that you could stop?"

She was hurting me but somehow that made it easier. I didn't have to think about whether or not what I was doing was right, or what it meant, or if I liked it. I only had to worry about pleasing her. It stripped me bare, and gave me permission to lose myself between her thighs, licking, and sucking, and trying to keep up with her as she began to grind her cunt against my face.

"You like it," she said again, and I felt as if she could make me like it.

As if maybe she could make me love it.

I wanted to get off, and that meant that I had to get her off, so I worked my tongue furiously over her clit, but I swear she held back. She wanted me to work for it. And she told me so. "That's good. Oh, yeah. That's a good little cunt-licker. I'm so close, I could flood your tongue, but I'm not ready yet. I want you to squeeze your own nipples until they hurt, and I want you to eat me out until your tongue is sore."

At hearing that, my boyfriend let out a sigh. I heard his zipper go down. He was touching himself now, I was sure of it, and I wanted to turn and see, but Jenny had fists of my hair in her hand and was writhing on the couch, scraping my cheeks with her pussy jewelry.

I wasn't sure I'd ever known what it felt like to be fucked before, but now I did feel it, because she was definitely using my mouth. And the longer it went on, the more I liked it. It didn't matter that my mouth was sore. I just wanted to make her come and I, myself, was desperate.

When my tongue slowed down, Jenny cruelly yanked on my hair. "More, Kim. You do it right. Do it like you mean it. Make me come. Because I'm not going to give it to you. You're going to have to make it happen."

I pushed my tongue up inside her, then. I used my fingers, too. Everything became about her pussy. I worshipped it in those moments. I fingered her, licked her, nibbled at her clit ring. And I broke into a sweat doing it, because I'd never been so turned on before in my life. My reward? Pretty little cries as she squeezed her thighs round my ears, trapping me there so I could feel the contractions on my lips and tongue as she writhed in pleasure.

She came and came, screaming my name. Which made me feel inordinately proud.

But when she was done, she didn't let me go. "Now your boyfriend can get you off if he wants to," she said, throatily. "But your mouth never leaves my pussy."

Chad was behind me in a flash. I couldn't see his expression, because Jenny still had me between her legs, slowly pumping on my tongue as if to squeeze every last bit of pleasure out of her orgasm. But I felt him behind me. He grabbed my hips with force, nearly tearing my soaked panties off me in his haste to get them down. Then I felt him shove roughly into my sopping hole, forcing my face against Jenny's belly.

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