Beauty's Punishment

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WARNING ⚠
Please be advised that this story contains mature themes and strong language.

Irene's Pov

“Now... it's my turn” Gia said seductively, while pushing me onto the bed.

I was so lost in the sensations that I barely noticed when her tongue found the tip of my clit.

I pull back, melting into the soft heat of her mouth as she draws a circle once around it, and slide her tongue between my pussy lips, gently opening them apart to mix my wetness with hers. With the flat of her tongue, she moved back up toward my swollen clit. This time she stayed there.

The tip of her tongue moves up, catching the underside of the hood. It’s too much. I breathe in sharply and gently tap the warning into her shoulder.

“Careful under there,” I say. “I guess I’m pretty sensitive tonight.”

She flatten her tongue to continue moving up and down over my clit, and transition back into a light circular motion around the hood.

"Much more careful now, thank you."

The heat of her breath is not the same as the warmth of her wet tongue, yet they manage to reach somewhat of balance together.

“A-ahh.. U-ughh.. Mhmm..” I'm moaning now and letting my hand caress the side of her head snuggled between my legs.

My other arm is above my head. Unsure of what to do with it or where it should be, I absently twirl my hair around my finger. As she maintains her perfect, consistent rhythm around my clit, I feel my hips begin to thrust softly on their own. I grind a little harder into her face. She doesn't skip a beat, moving right along with my pelvic waves.

Without distracting her tongue, she raises one hand and rests it on my thigh, before letting her thumb sneak down to massage my pussy lips. I feel my whole body beg for her to touch me deeper.

“Now, I want you to use your fingers” I told her.

She pulls away from my clit, just for a moment, kisses up my inner thigh again and looks up at me. Her gaze is intense, resting my head back on the pillow. She takes her index finger and slides it inside me, and dips back down, her lips to my clit. She sucks gently now, though she seems hungrier. And she's sliding her finger in and up, just the way I like it.

“M-more, U-ugh.. mhmm.. M-more Gia!” I command.

Obligingly, she added a second finger. Rather than the simple in-and-out now. Her fingers curl up to caress inside me, and I feel my lower body shake aggressively in response to this rubbing sensation. It takes me by surprise.. I really can’t tell if it came from my hips or my lower back. I place my feet into the bed on either side of her and raise my hips, as if to bring the front of my tailbone to touch the ceiling.

“More, m-more.. U-ugh.. A-ahh!” I command again. Then she obliged.

“That's the way uh-huh.. uh-huh....
I like it u-ugh..ugh” I said while moaning.

She placed her free hand at the small of my back to steady me as she added a third inside, stretching me further.

This rising tension in my pelvis is both thrilling  and torturous. I don’t know what to do or how to feel anymore.

I clutch the sheets. I throw the pillow across the room. I pull her hair, grab my tits. I don’t really feel anything by doing so, but I squeeze it again anyways. I squeeze my other tits.

I press more firmly into my feet and feel the tension grow in my hips. I worry my hip will cramp up. I don't care anymore.

A tingling feeling starts between my eyebrows and moves up my forehead, making me feel suddenly confused.

The muscles in my neck tighten as I press the back of my head into the mattress. I cling to a blissful, almost overwhelming sensation for what feels like a long moment.

Finally, the pressure building between my clit and her tongue and her fingers meets its breaking point.

I give in to a strong tightening that comes from deep in my pelvis, and my grip tightens around her fingers.

I observe my whole body dilate and contract, and I moan aggressively into the darkness. Every subsequent contraction after this moment is a little less powerful, but clings a little longer than the first until eventually they too fade into that oblivion I had just tasted. Pulse throbbing in my throat and in the back of my head, my hips lower gradually back down to the mattress.

I become aware of the fact that her mouth is no longer pressed against me. I slurp in the air like I’m learning to breathe for the first time as she slowly draws her fingers out from the dripping sheath of my flesh.

“Ohh, Gosh...Mhmm” A shiver shoots between my shoulder and runs halfway down my spine as we disconnect.

She sits back while I wriggle from one side to the other on the bed in front of her. I shield my eyes from a non-existent light. I can still feel the echoes of deep contractions pulsing in and around me as I catch my breath.

“Did you like it? My Lovely Beautiful Sexy Wife?” Gia asked.

“Uhmm... not really” I said to annoy her.

“Hmm, Is that why you begged for more.. huh??”

“I'm not begging, it's called commanding” I said then smirk.

She laugh. I do too. I assume I look ridiculous. Fucked if I care..

This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental