I always enjoyed when my old clients came back for more, especially when we had fun the first time around. My excitement was simply out of this world, when I got a reservation from the man I had role played as a succubus with. I got aroused immediately, remembering how good it felt to become a sex demon for a night. He asked for more femdom this time, and he wanted me to ride his face.
Just like our first time together, he left the key in the reception and I sneaked in, while he was pretending to be asleep. I sat on top of him and woke him up with a kiss.
“It’s you again,” he whispered, and his eyes widened in shock.
“Yes,” I smiled, “And we’re going to have a lot of time today.”
He gulped nervously and nodded. His acting skills were top-notch, and I knew I was already dripping wet.
I stood up for a moment and threw the covers off him, revealing his naked body underneath. I sat on his thighs and started jerking him off. Even though I wasn’t delicate; my firm grasp was rather painful, and my nails were digging into his skin. After all, he did ask for a femdom, and I wasn’t about to disappoint him. My large breasts were jumping up and down with each of my strokes, and he could see my small, hard nipples.
Despite my indelicacy, he did get fully erect in no time. I immediately impaled myself on his cock, moaning softly when he filled my pussy. I readjusted my position, making his dick go as deep as possible, until his balls touched her buttocks. Then, I leaned back, basically sitting on his ball sack, and started riding him. I sped up after a moment, and leaned forward, grabbing his chest and digging my nails into his flesh. He gasped from sudden pain, but I only grinned in response, scratching him even more. My loud moans filled the room, defeating and arousing at the same time.
I stopped moving, remembering what I had promised him.
“Do you know what I want now?” I asked in a lustful, low tone.
He shook his head, his eyes never leaving my face.
“I want to face-fuck you. And not just ride on your tongue,” I began, tracing his chest with my long nail, “I want to, no, I’m going to fuck your head so hard you won’t be able to breathe at all. And that won’t stop me, I’ll just keep on riding and riding, pushing you so firmly onto that mattress it will leave an imprint.”
He looked at me, aroused by my words.
“But you have to beg,” I drawled out, smiling like a hunter who had cornered his prey.
Even though femdom wasn’t exactly my cup of tea, it felt good.
“Please, face fuck me,” he pleaded.
“Hmm… I’m considering it.” I said calmly, playing with him.
“I beg you, sit on my face!” he continued, “Please, just do it!”
I smiled and pressed my index finger on his mouth, shushing him. I stood up, freeing his cock at last, and gestured for him to slide lower on the bed.
Then, I squatted over his face, my legs open as wide as I could, and held onto the bed frame in front of me. I reached down and started massaging my clitoris, my pussy was just an inch or so over his face.
Finally, I was too horny to continue my games and lowered my hips, letting him reach my entrance with his tongue. He immediately did so, but he was still only able to play with the outside parts of my pussy. I was still gently massaging my clit with circular motions. The feeling of my client’s, no, victim’s tongue licking my hole and trying to get inside, was working very well for my arousal. After a couple more minutes, I sat down, using only his head to support my weight. I leaned forward, making my clitoris push into his nose, and started rubbing myself against his face. I didn’t want to move my hips too much just yet because the longer his tongue was trapped, the better it would be for me. Despite the fact I was supposed to pose as a succubus, I couldn’t stop my moans, when he finally started moving it inside me and I started rocking slowly forward and backward. This way, he could catch a breath when I was retreating, and I could feel his chin pound against my anus over and over again, while leaning to the front. I sped up my movements a little, although I was already on the verge of orgasm. His tongue was still tense, but he wasn’t moving it as much, he was too tired and sore for that.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I said in an ice-cold tone and yanked on his hair.
I sped up even more, grabbing his hair and pulling on it. My moans got louder, filling the room: I was coming, and this time it was way more intense.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimpered, quieting down.
My legs were shaking, and I was desperately trying to take deeper and deeper breaths, even though I rose up and looked down at him.
“What do we say?” I asked, making stops in between every word to breath.
“Thank you,” he replied, also having trouble catching his breath.
I looked at his crotch and noticed with pleasure that he also came. I smiled, and he returned the gesture, the role play was over and, just like the last time, it was spectacular.
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