1. Paying The Rent


    Date: 9/29/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, Blackmail, Coercion, Female Domination, Reluctance, Scatology, Author: nunkie, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    sweetish thick smell of rotting wood and river mud, with a playful whiff of fresh urine. I am awed by Carol’s cunt, its complexity, its closeness, its mystery. There is power in this cunt, a power I can feel on my face like a clasping hand. ‘If you could slide down a bit so your ass is right on the edge.’ Carol slumps down in the seat until the bottom of her ass bumps against my chin. Edna grabs my head from behind, lifts my chin over the double-lobed hump of the underside of Carol’s ass and shoves my face into the cunt beyond. ‘So what happens now? I’ve got his nose up my cunt. Is that it, or does he do something?’ ‘Well, uhm…, yes, now he licks you until you climax. Come on, Mr. Peterson, you know what to do.’ I am prodded in the ribs again. Yes, I guess I know what to do. But can’t they ask nicely? Licking Carol’s cunt is not the walk in the park I thought it would be. Inserting my tongue into the soft flesh, I am immediately entangled in her strangely contorted labia. Feeling my way with my tongue, I try to pry it underneath the bridge formed by one of the labia. But her flesh is dry and the labia stick together. I opt for peeling the upper cuntlip off the other one. Carol is watching me from above, her arms still folded. ‘I have no idea what he’s doing in there. All I know is it tickles like hell.’ ‘You’ll get used to it. Nice long strokes, Mr. Peterson, start all the way down and slide your tongue slowly upwards between the labia. No need to rush things. A woman likes ...
    it slowly and smoothly.’ Easier said than done. I have succeeded in untangling the cuntlips, but Carol’s muff is still dry like sandstone while my tongue plows through it. I dip into the warm hole of her vulva in search for a lubricant. A small amount of a slimy substance seems to have built up in there, so I scoop it up with the tip of my tongue and drag it up to the area of her clitoris. The substance is denser than I suspected and I feel how a thick strain clings to my lower lip and chin. When I pull back a few inches, the slimy string thins out but doesn’t snap. I reel it into my mouth with my tongue. The whole thing somehow reminds me of eating pizza extra cheese. ‘What’s supposed to be so exciting about this? I don’t feel a thing, apart from him fumbling around in my cunt.’ ‘I, uh… I don’t know. Maybe he isn’t doing it right.’ ‘Well he’d better start doing something right soon, then, or he is so out of here.’ Suddenly I remember why I am between Carol’s legs in the first place. With renewed vigour, my tongue labours through the dry valleys of her desert, moisturizing the parched landscape with what rivers of saliva I can summon. But after ten minutes of uninterrupted mouth-to-cunt resuscitation, my neck is hurting, my tongue feels swollen and numb, and Carol is still flat-lining. Suddenly I feel a hand on the top of my head and I am pushed downwards. My lips slide over Carol’s cunt flesh and come to rest in the little valley just below, where the cleavage of her cunt ...
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