Sandra had never seen so much hair on a cunt. But from her close proximity it was obvious the hair did a great job of holding in the sweet aroma of the redhead’s cunt, as Sandra could smell the powerful scent from a foot away. “I’ve never seen such a beautiful red bush before,” Sandra admitted, moving closer to it on her own accord.
“I know. Most women today shave their cunts like a newborn, but I prefer the natural look,” Carissa explained.
Sandra’s mouth was watering and she asked, “May I please lick your cunt, Miss Carissa?”
“Go ahead, slut, lick away,” Carissa offered, amused by the eagerness of the MILF.
Sandra crawled into a perfect and well-practiced position, the movement again giving her a twinge because of the earlier spanking. She leaned forward and took a long sniff from within the luxuriant patch of red hair. It was one of the most intoxicating scents she had ever smelt. A perfume so erotically charged she wanted to bottle it and sell it. Extending her tongue, she slowly licked up and down, forging a path to the young girl’s oasis of sin.
Carissa moaned, “That’s it Sandy, just think how many Sundays you could have been tasting heaven.”
Sandra did feel like she was in heaven as the distinctive aroma and the redhead’s sweet taste had her feeling eager to lick forever. Sandra, deciding to take her time, not knowing if she would ever get this privilege again, continued a slow tease of Carissa’s pussy lips, purposely avoiding the girl’s clit.
Carissa leaned back and enjoyed the fruition of a plan that had been long in the making, but short in its execution. Learning that Sandra was a submissive to Mariah was intriguing, and although she wanted Sandra to herself to train as she wanted, and eventually to add her hot daughter Kelly as well, she’d accepted she would have to share the MILF… for now.
Fifteen minutes became twenty before Sandra finally moved up to the beautiful young vixen’s clit. She took the hard clit in her mouth and Carissa let out an uncontrolled scream. The quick shift from leisurely pleasure to intense surprised her. Carissa moaned, “That’s it, Sandy, get me off.”
Mariah, using the GPS to follow the tracker she’d installed in Sandra’s phone, arrived at Carissa’s and snuck through the unlocked door. Quietly, she pulled out her iPhone and taped the action of the lawyer to be and her temp submissive.
Sandra, listening closely to the girl’s increasing moans, knew her orgasm was close and went in for the kill. She slid two fingers inside Carissa’s wet cunt and searched for her g-spot.
Carissa screamed again, getting crazy animated as the orgasm built, “Fuck yes slut, make me come. Finger fuck my cunt!”
Sandra instead located the redhead’s g-spot and tapped on it.
“Fuuuuuck,” Carissa screamed, as her orgasm soared immediately to a fever pitch. “Don’t stop, I’m comiiiing!”
Sandra smiled to herself for a job well done as she felt the girl’s legs tighten around her, pulling her in deeper. Sandra continued tonguing her clit and tapping her g-spot throughout the redhead’s orgasm.
Carissa had never come so hard and was still feeling wave after wave after wave of pleasure when she was startled to hear Mariah’s voice.
“Was my sub good for you?” she asked, still videotaping, with the smuggest look on her face.
Carissa glared at the blonde. “What the fuck are you doing in here?”
“Getting the evidence I need to make sure you understand your place,” Mariah announced.
“What?” Carissa asked, chilled by the words.
“Well, just in case you had any grand illusions of trying to steal my pet from me, I had to make sure you understand who is in charge,” Mariah explained, her smile never leaving her face.
Sandra flashed back to the time when Professor Moore had tried to help her break free of Mariah:
The professor and I had met for occasional secret rendezvous for a couple of months before Mariah put a stop to it.
I came home after school one day and was shocked to see Professor Moore in our sitting room being fucked by three college guys while Mariah videotaped the whole thing.
Mariah’s greeting penetrated through my shock. “Welcome home slut, crawl to me and watch your girlfriend’s punishment.”
I fell to my knees in fear and crawled to my possessive Mistress.
As the professor bobbed up and down on a cock, two others were fucking her pussy and ass.
Mariah asked, “Sandra, were you really considering leaving me?”
I stammered, “N-n-no.”
“Then why were you frolicking with Professor Whore?” she asked, her tone hinting at how hurt she felt from the betrayal by her sub.
I had no answer other than the sex with the professor was between equals and so different from the domme-sub relationship between Mariah and me. Finally I lied, “I thought you’d given me to her as a gift for the semester, Mistress.”
Mariah considered this before saying, her tone vengeful, “Well, be that as it may, I never told her that, and betrayal will never be tolerated. Professor Whore must learn her lesson.”
I wanted to defend my professor, for I’d come to think of her as that, but knew that nothing I could say or do would help, so I silently watched her humiliating gangbang.
The next day, Professor Moore resigned after being blackmailed by Mariah that the videotape would be sent to the Dean if she dared question Mariah’s authority in any way.
Carissa, attempting to be strong refuted, “I’ll charge you with breaking and entering.”
Mariah paused and typed on her phone, sending the incriminating evidence to her email account. Making stern eye contact with the redhead, Mariah explained, “First of all, the door was unlocked and secondly, the video of you and my sub at play would probably get a lot of hits on some porn website, don’t you think?”
Carissa glared at her blackmailer, but realized she was screwed. She couldn’t afford to have this video released. Unlike the ‘boys will be boys’ attitude commonly awarded to men, at least awarded by other men, in her case this would ruin her career before it even started. “What do you want?” her tone was as sharp as knives.
“I’ve never had a redheaded sub,” Mariah mused.
“Excuse me?” Carissa objected, unable to believe what this blonde expected.
“I think my meaning should be pretty clear to a domme wannabe. You can play with my slut here on occasion, but you’ll serve me when I want you,” Mariah explained.
“But…” Carissa began.
“Silence, slut,” Mariah cut the redhead off, “Never interrupt your Mistress.”
Carissa was furious and stood up demanding, “I want you to leave right now.”
Mariah shrugged, “As you wish. I’ll email you the web address so you can enjoy the video once it’s released.”
Sandra’s mouth dropped open, realizing she was in the video as well but knew her Mistress wouldn’t ever out her in such a way. But she wouldn’t hesitate to ruin this girl’s life! She warned her, “You’re making a very foolhardy decision, Carissa. My Mistress doesn’t bluff. Ever.”