The English Tutor 3

She didn’t answer me, and the handcuffs still hung from my fingers.

“I said, have you ever tried these before??” I snarled, storming over to the bed.

She squeaked and cowered from me. Paying no heed, I grabbed her tiny wrists and handcuffed them to the top of the bed. Then, I went back to the closet and grabbed two ropes, one for each leg. Coming back to the bed, I grabbed her skirt and ripped it off, exposing the dripping thong she was wearing.

“I see you like being tortured you bitch. Guess I’ll have to continue on with it.”

“Wait please I just want you to touch me!”

She was pleading and I began to take a little pity on her. As I tied her legs so that they were spread apart I said,

“Alright then, I’ll touch you.”

With that, I jumped up onto the bed and sat on top of her stomach. Then, I painstakingly took off my shirt, leaving on my sheer bralette that barely covered my tits. She moaned, and I smiled.

“Oh you like that huh?”

I leaned down until my nipples were inches away from her mouth. She tried to reach them with her tongue, but I kept pulling away. She gave a frustrated sigh, and I decided to tease her more. Getting up, I turned my back to her, bent over, and slipped off my sweatpants so that my pussy and ass were on display. She cried out and begged.

“Please I want to touch you so bad. Please Mistress, let me please you. I want to taste you and feel you on my skin. I want to bask in your glory and make you come as many times as I can. I want to fuck your pussy with my tongue until I can’t feel it anymore. Please, I’m begging you!”

“That was a rousing speech my little slut.” I said slyly. “Maybe I’ve changed my mind.”

Turning back around, in only my bra and panties, I grabbed her hips. Then, I slid my hands up her body until I reached the zipper of her jacket. Grabbing hold, I slowly unzipped it and flung it open. Her tits were glorious to behold. They were large and round and her nipples had gotten rock hard from my teasing. I groaned under my breath, wanting to take one in my mouth. But I resisted. She had been a bad girl and needed to be punished.

Getting back on top of her, I positioned my pussy right over one of her nipples. Then, I began to grind. Back and forth, in a steady rhythm, I rubbed my wet pussy on her tit, moaning louder and louder. She began to beg again, but I couldn’t understand what she was saying because of the ecstasy I was in. I wanted to shut her up, so I paused for a moment, pulled my panties to the side, and moved up even further to sit on her face.

The pleasure was unbelievable. Her tongue was skilled and she alternated between sliding it in between my lips and sucking on my sensitive clit. I grounded harder and faster until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“AAHHH!! DON’T STOP YOU LITTLE WHORE! I’M GONNA CUM HOLY FUCK! OOOOHHH YEAH BITCH THAT’S IT!!”

She had found my sweet spot and within seconds my body was convulsing from one of the strongest orgasms of my life. I panted as she continued to lick and suck the juices out of my pussy, all the way through my orgasm. Finally it was too much to bear and I rolled off of her.

“That was amazing,” I breathed, still trying to get my breath back.

“Oh yeah?” she said deviously. “Well now it’s my turn.”