My pussy eating & licking slave

I wasn’t looking for Andrew. In fact, I wasn’t looking for any man at all. I had been burned so many times from the guys I had dated, so I decided I wasn’t going to date anymore. The problem is, I still had needs. 

“Why don’t you find a friends with benefits?” my best friend asked me one day, when I told her how horny I had been lately.

I rolled my eyes. “That’s always so much easier said than done. Those usually end up being drama.”

But when I met Andrew at a club one Saturday night, I got a different vibe from him. He was sweet, with shaggy brown hair and bright blue eyes. We were dancing for hours, grinding up on each other on the dance floor, when suddenly he leaned into my ear and said, “I would do whatever you wanted me to do.”

I wasn’t sure I heard him at first over the loud music, so when we were outside waiting for an Uber, I asked him what he had meant.

Slave, please lick my pussy

He shook his head, a smile crawling up his face. “I would do whatever you wanted. You know. . . in bed. You’re hot. Curvy women like you drive me crazy.”

“So,” I started, “if I wanted you to just eat my pussy and nothing more, you would be okay with that?”

Andrew bit his lip and looked me right in the eye. “I would love that.”

I took him home that night.

“I’m so glad we met,” I said breathlessly, as we pulled off our clothes. I’m not sure what the hurry was, but we both moved so fast and frantically, as though we couldn’t wait any longer.

Eating my pussy

The second I was on the bed, Andrew got in between my legs. He looked up at me like he was waiting for permission, so I reached down to gently push his head against my pussy. He seemed to like that because he let out a low, long moan.

“Mmm,” I sighed, closing my eyes against his soft lips and tongue. “That feels good.”

I had never had a man give me such undivided attention like this before. After being screwed over by so many guys in the past, this was a nice change of pace. Plus, Andrew was amazing at licking pussy. He wasn’t shy or timid about it. His hands kept my thick thighs spread apart while his tongue lapped up my wet hole before moving up to my clit.

I don’t know how much time went by, but I came three times that night. Andrew never once complained about a sore jaw or neck. And when I was finished cumming, he didn’t ask if I could reciprocate.

“I’m going to take off,” he said gently, brushing my dark hair out of my face as we lay side-by-side. 

I realized then how tired I was. It was so late. “Okay,” I said. “I’ll call you.”

And I did. I called him a few days later, and he came back over to eat my pussy for another two hours. This became our routine, and I loved it. Things started to progress between us, and eventually, Andrew was my full-time pussy-eating slave.

We would spend all weekend together, and Andrew’s orders were to wake me up by eating me out. Those were my favorite mornings. I’d be buried under the blankets, still asleep, only to wake up to find him moving between my legs. He’d lick my clit and suck on my pussy until I came. 

Sometimes I’d sit on his face while we were watching a movie. He didn’t mind missing 90 percent of the plot because he loved when I sat on his face. I would treat his head like my own personal chair, and I’d sink right down on top of him. I loved how he made those cute struggling sounds underneath me, trying to get air every time I shifted positions a little bit.

“Get down there and eat me out,” I said one Saturday night while I was on the couch. 

Andrew had just returned from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn and two sodas for us, but I didn’t intend on letting him enjoy any of it until I had cum. I had had a long day and all I wanted was an orgasm.

So I gave him a quick snap of my fingers, and Andrew sunk down to the floor in front of the couch and started to lick my cunt while I munched on the buttery popcorn. He always did this without complaint, and he was happy to go for as long as I wanted. Sometimes it was only a few minutes, but more often than not, I’d make him pleasure me for hours. I liked it best that way, and judging by how hard it made his cock, I’d say he liked it, too.

“Good slave,” I cooed, taking a long sip of my soda. 

Andrew mumbled something back, but of course, I couldn’t hear him since his mouth was full of pussy. 

Sometimes I would be a little more mean and wrap my ankles around the back of his neck so that I could pull him tighter against me. I loved restraining him like that and watching how he wiggled underneath my grip.

“Mistress?” he asked one morning, while we were at my kitchen table eating cereal. “May I give you an orgasm while you enjoy breakfast?”

I raised my eyebrows at him. “Well, someone’s being especially good today, aren’t they?” I smiled and pointed down to the floor. “Yes, you may, slave. Do a good job, because I have a long day ahead of me.”

Andrew got to work. I spread my legs apart, and Andrew lifted up the bottom of my oversized sleep shirt and started licking me gently while I brought another spoonful of cereal to my mouth. By the time I had finished the whole bowl, he had moved up to my clit, and was massaging me there with his tongue.

I reached down to keep him right where I wanted him, holding him roughly by the back of the head. Sometimes I had to keep in him check and make sure he was doing exactly what I wanted him to do. 

My orgasm that morning was slow and steady, like ripples of water growing increasingly stronger. Andrew always did a good job at cleaning me up afterwards.

“Get in there,” I sighed, pushing his tongue into my hole. “Lap it all up.”

“Mmmff!” he moaned, his blue eyes looking up at mine.

I smirked at him. “You love it.”

He licked up every last drop of my wetness, like he did every time.

A few weeks later, Andrew and I decided to take a trip out of town. He booked us a cute cabin in the mountains for a four-day weekend, and we both knew it was going to be a long weekend of marathon pussy eating.

Morning, noon, and night, Andrew was eating me out. If I was in the kitchen cooking dinner, he’d be on the floor eating my ass and pussy from behind. If we were lounging on the back porch, he’d be pulling down my panties to give me an orgasm. At night time, he’d make me cum another time or two before we went to sleep. 

In between, we still found time to go in the hot tub and go hiking, but my favorite part of the trip was definitely all the time my pussy-eating slave spent between my legs.

On the last morning, I had just got out of the shower to see that Andrew was soaking in the hot tub. I opened up the patio door and headed outside to join him, completely naked.

“Wow,” he said, sitting up a little straighter. “You’re gorgeous, Mistress.”

I smiled at him. The morning air was cool and crisp, but the steam from the hot tub felt amazingly warm.

“I decided this morning’s orgasm wasn’t enough.”

Andrew raised his eyebrows. “Oh?”

“Yes, I decided I wanted to use your mouth one last time before we left.”

I squatted over top of him and lowered my pussy onto his face. He gladly stuck out his tongue and let me grind all over him. I went harder this time, sliding back and forth with as much leverage as I could. It was hot and fun to listen to Andrew’s desperate noises as I rode his face. 

I orgasmed hard and fast, my pussy dripping wet strings of juices onto Andrew’s mouth. When I pulled away, I watched him lick his lips, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he looked up at me.

“Care to join me?” he asked, pushing his hands through the bubbly hot water.

I sank into the hot tub and leaned back against the side. I closed my eyes. I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt this relaxed. Maybe a slave like Andrew was what I needed all along.