I stared at my roommate, shocked even more by the absurd request than when I’d walked in to find her nonchalantly waiting for me with a strap-on around her waist and she’d proceeded to take my virginity.
Impatient, Mariah explained, “Look, I got you off that time, the least you can do is return the favor.”
Oddly, that seemed logical to me. I felt I was in love with this confident girl… I mean woman… I was shy and inexperienced and had no basis for knowing what intimate behaviour was commonplace between two women, as opposed to what might be considered outrageous.
But my inexperience raised another issue. “I guess I could try, but I’ve never done that before,” I cautioned, hating to be bad at anything.
Mariah turned her swivel chair around, smiled and promised, “Don’t worry, practice makes perfect my pet, and going forward you’ll get lots and lots of practice.”
The thought of pleasing my beautiful blonde roommate had my vagina, no my pussy, no my cunt, tingling.
“Well don’t just stand there, my cunt isn’t going to eat itself,” Mariah ordered me before turning back around.
I began moving towards her but realized there was no way for me to get between her legs. Tentatively, I asked, “Um, how am I going to…”
“To eat my cunt?”
“Yes…” I answered, my emotions torn between the excitement of pleasing Mariah sending a chill up my spine even as the heat of anxiety washed over me.
“Yes, what, my pet?” Mariah asked, her impatience obvious.
I paused briefly before worrying, “How am I going to eat your cunt? How am I even going to get to it?”
Mariah rolled her chair out a bit and ordered, “Crawl underneath the desk, my pet.”
I felt like an actual pet, like perhaps a dog, as I lowered myself onto the floor, and on all fours crawled under the desk. Humiliation at being treated like an animal burned inside me, which triggered a slight leakage from my pussy. I’m getting off on being humiliated?
Once I was under the desk and facing Mariah, she rolled her chair back, opened her legs and ordered, “Now get to work, my kitty, lick away.”
I stared at my roommate’s trimmed pussy, her limited patch of hair neat and tidy, unlike my own unruly thatch. I admired the prettiness of my friend’s pussy and thought I too should make mine look nicer.
Mariah barked, “Stop staring at my cunt and get licking, I don’t have all night.”
I leaned forward a bit and extended my tongue. I’d already tasted myself on occasion and found it wasn’t an unpleasant taste, but when Mariah’s taste hit my taste buds it was like a switch turned on inside my brain. Her taste was the final aphrodisiac that I needed to commit solely to the task at hand. I tentatively used my tongue like a paintbrush, using slow but wide strokes between Mariah’s pussy lips.
Mariah moaned lightly, which was the signal I needed to confirm I was doing OK. I’d always been a perfectionist, and if I was going to do this, I wanted to do it right. Time became irrelevant as I savoured my roommate’s tangy taste. The only sounds in the room during this lengthy licking were soft moans from Mariah and the clicking of her keyboard.
Eventually Mariah told me, “You’re a life-saver, my pet. My essay is done and now it’s time for me to get off.” Mariah rolled her chair back several feet away from where I remained under the desk. “Crawl over here, kitty.”
I was ashamed that such a pet name had my pussy tingling again. However, I felt compelled to obey; I crawled over to my half-naked roommate.
Mariah reached down and ran her fingers through my hair. “You’ll always be a good kitty for me, won’t you my pet?”
I looked up into Mariah’s aqua blue eyes, and was captivated by them. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to be the perfect pet. I replied in a timid voice, “I will always be a good pet.”
“And you’ll always obey me?” Mariah questioned.
I wasn’t sure what such a commitment entailed, but the sweet aftertaste of Mariah’s pussy had me hungry for more and I answered the way I assumed Mariah wanted me to. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
I had no idea what was expected of me. Being from the south originally, I answered the way I would respond to an elder or a teacher. “Yes, Miss Mariah.”
“Hmmmmm, not what I had in mind, but I like it,” she said.
I wondered what the correct form was and was frustrated I hadn’t said the right thing. I hated when I was wrong or when I disappointed someone.
Mariah asked me, “Do you want to finish what you started, kitty?”
“Yes, Miss Mariah,” I answered back eagerly.
“Go ahead,” she offered, opening her legs wide.
I looked at the appetizing pussy that was drawing me in, with both the tantalizing scent and the glistening shine. I crawled back between my roommate’s legs and resumed licking. A few minutes later Mariah’s moans began getting consistently louder, which made me assume, correctly as it turned out, that she was close. I moved upwards a bit and sucked in her swollen clit.
Mariah screamed on contact, “Holy shit you fucking dyke, don’t you dare stop!”