“Mistresssssssssss……” I sobbed, unable to say anything else.
“Slow down slut.” Murmured Mistress Isabella’s voice. “Try to feel all of it.”
The tongue moved slower inside my hole, and that only caused the explosion that was building inside me to grow even more consuming.
“Guuu….gaauuu.” I screamed, unable to stop myself.
“Just like this.” I heard Mistress Isabella whisper.
I tried to respond but I couldn’t make any sound other than another moan come out of my mouth.
I felt a finger press almost painfully hard against my inner thigh, and the pain only made me gasp and shake as it added to the burning fire of pleasure that was consuming me.
I lifted my ass up, and felt hands grab my thighs to hold my cunt in place for the exploring tongue as I tensed my legs and felt the muscles in them clench.
And then the tongue moved down, licking against my hole and then just barely touching it, and then it went lower as I felt my thighs pushed wider apart and my bottom spread open.
And then I felt something soft and firm and small and hot push against my anus, and begin to gently move in a slow circle.
“Oh, oh, oh!” I yelped. “It’s….Mistress it’s so…..so…..”
“I know slut.” She said. “Just feel it. Just be as still as possible and feel it.”
So I attempted to do just that, trying hard to hold my body still, feeling only Mistress Isabella’s soft lips against my cunt and one hand on my thigh while her finger kept slowly touching my sensitive little anus.
The rhythm of the soft finger against my back opening was both agonizing and comforting, keeping my pleasure alive as my cunt hole throbbed with wet need, but refusing to let the pleasure get the traction it needed to consume me.
I felt her tongue slowly licking up and down my swollen lips and I wept with the sheer force of the need inside of me.
I had the ridiculous mental picture of feet trying to gain traction on slippery ice, but instead of taking a step they just moved back and forth, trying and failing to gain enough purchase to take a step.
And that’s what was happening inside my body.
What I knew was an orgasm was trying to happen, but no matter how much it tried to happen it couldn’t reach what it needed, so it grew and swirled and vibrated and just kept trying, while I whimpered.
For several long minutes the finger circled my anus, and her mouth moved against my wet opening, and I could barely register anything except how goddamn good it all felt.
No one had ever touched me in these places, and I hadn’t even considered that a touch back there could feel good, and the mouth against my cunt felt so much better than I had begged my fantasies to allow.
“Mistress, it’s so……so close…..” I breathed, unable to describe what I was feeling.
“I know sweet slut.” She said, her lips still brushing against mine. “Just feel it. Feel it all.”
“I feel it Mistress.” I whispered in a quaking voice. “It almost hurts it feels so good.”
“Then you’re going to enjoy this slut.” She whispered.
She kissed me softly, her tongue licking along my lower lips and her fingers pushing up my thigh to my opening as I cried out like an animal howling in pain.