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Sally and I first met at a BDSM event and the first time I saw her I knew I wanted her. She was 40 with large breasts and a large round ass, very curvy, with pouty lips and big brown eyes. We happened to be sitting at the same table with a few other people and she looked as bored as I did with our table-mates who were all talking about their leather wardrobes and latest BDSM accoutrements and who was seeing whom.

Sally was in a low-cut red dress that looked like it had been painted on her body. She was sitting next to me and her dress was so short, it rode up her thigh, barely covering her pussy. We were talking about nothing in particular when she shifted in her chair toward me, her legs parting as she moved, which caused her dress to rise even further, revealing a very clear line of sight between her legs.

I tried to be nonchalant about looking between her legs. Her pussy was completely smooth, with beautiful labia wings and I could see the light sparking between them. She was wet. Very wet. She was talking to me but I had no idea what about. Finally, she poked me in the arm and said, “You’re not paying attention to me.”

I smiled and looked at her and then back down between her dress. “Quite the contrary,” I whispered.

She coyly pulled down her dress and pretended to be shocked. “O my,” she said sweetly. “I should be more careful.”

I was going to let it slide, but then again I was at a BDSM event. All around us people were doing kinky things: flogging, whipping, wax play and in one corner there were 4 men fucking a young woman who every so often would yell, “Harder. More. Oh God.” Stuff like that.

I turned to Sally and smiled. “Yes, you should be more careful to..” I paused and cast my eyes to her legs.

“To what?”

“You should be more careful to show me much more than you did.”

“Oh.” She looked around the room and looked a bit nervous. Just then the young woman in the corner screamed, “Fuck, fuck. You are in my ass.” Then Sally stood up.

I figured she was going to move to another table, but instead she pulled her chair farther away from where I was sitting. She sat back down and slowly opened her legs. She ran her hands up each of her thighs and then up to her breasts. Our eyes met and held fast as she slowly pulled each breast out over the top of her dress.

I am not good at guessing the size of a woman’s breasts but Sally’s were big – my guess a good 40D and her sikiş izle nipples were hard and extended a good half inch out from perfectly round areolae. Her eyes fixed on mine, she began tugging on her nipples, pulling them out while she gradually opened her legs more and more.

I pulled my gaze from her eyes and looked down. Her pussy was now completely visible and open, and I was amazed at how pink her opening was. She was clearly aroused and a few drops of her juice had dripped down from her hold toward her anus.

She cleared her throat which prompted me to look up at her. Sally smiled and said, “Did you mean careful like this?”

Before I could answer she slid her hands down, grabbed each of her labia and spread them open for me. She shifted down in her chair so that she could open her legs wider.

“Uh huh,” was all I could muster.

Then she lifted one leg and rested her foot on top of the table, which caught everyone else’s attention. She lifted her other leg and rested it on my lap, her heel landing on my rock hard cock.

“Does this meet with your approval?”

“Yes,” I whispered”

She pressed her foot harder into my crotch and rubbed my cock through my jeans while she slid two fingers into her pussy. She pushed them deep inside and swirled them around, then slipped her fingers out and raised them to her mouth, but instead of sucking them dry, she rubbed her juices all over her face.

“You like that?”

“Fuck,” was all I could say.

“I smell like a cunt now,” Sally smiled.

Then, as if she realized everyone at the table had gone quiet and were watching her, she put both legs back on the ground, and pushed her tits back in her dress. She stood up and extended her hand toward me. “Come on,” she said.

I took her hand and followed her through the maze of BDSM play stations and the sounds of floggers, canes, whips and the moans and yelps of those being used or beaten. We ended up in a corner of the room by a vacant spanking bench. She turned and grabbed the bottom of her dress and lifted in over her head and draped it over the bench, as if to claim it.

Sally was not thin; in fact one might consider her a BBW, but her breasts were so large and her hips and ass so full and curvy she had this incredible Victorian mien. Her skin was hairless everywhere and her ivory white flesh glistened in the soft light.

She walked toward me and then gently pushed brazzers me up against the wall. She got up on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear, “Do you want me?”

“Yes, of course,” I said.

“Yes, what?”

I must have looked confused. She smiled and said demurely, “I prefer to be addressed appropriately.”

My first impulse was to say, “Yes Mistress,” but I thought better of it. “May I call you, “Godess?”

Sally gave me a soft, quick kiss on my lips and then took my cheeks in her hand and said, “Yes, if you call me, “Godess Slut.”

I was flabbergasted. I figured she was a Domme, but all the Dommes I knew would never let a man call her a slut. But I was eager to please her. “Yes, Goddess Slut, I want you. More than you might think.”

“Good boy,” Sally said. “Here’s how you will get your cock into my mouth and my pussy,” she whispered. “Are you listening?”

“I am, Goddess Slut.”

“I am going to go over to the spanking bench and you will fasten my ankles to the O-rings that are on the floor.” I looked over to the bench and sure enough on each side of it were O-rings, one on each side, to which leather cuffs were attached. They were quite wide apart, which got my imagination going.

She led me over to the bench. She faced it and waited for me to fasten her ankles and then bent over the bench. Her legs were so splayed apart that when she bent over her ass cheeks parted to reveal both of her holes. Her pussy was dripping and some of the moisture had slid across her tight, brown asshole.

Sally directed me to kneel on the other side so she could whisper in my ear. Here is what she told me: “Boy,” she said. “Any man who has even the slimmest chance of fucking me or having me suck them has to prove worthy of such an honour. Do you think you are worthy?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

Sally slapped my face. “Yes, what?”

I could feel my cheek burn. “Yes, Goddess Slut.”

“Good. Now you are going to kneel facing my ass and start kissing my ass and licking the inside of my ass cheeks. You are not to put your mouth on my anus or my pussy until such time I allow it. Now get to work.”

As is often the case at a BDSM party a few people had gathered around to watch what I imagine they figured would be a spanking scene. Instead they saw me kneel and begin kissing and licking Sally’s ass as I had been instructed. After several minutes of this, Sally turned fake taxi porno her head toward me and in a very clear voice, loud enough for the onlookers to hear,” she ordered me to make out with her asshole.

“Make out?”

“Yes, make out with my asshole like you would a lover. French kiss me there, give my ass hole little kisses like you would your lover’s lips and make sure I can feel you wrapping your mouth over my hole and sucking on it like you would a woman’s nipple.

I had rimmed women before and to be honest I liked doing so but I had never sucked on a woman’s anus before. As I began to gently open her ass cheeks, she added, “I do bathe before I come to things like this, but I will be honest, boy, I do like imagining a man tasting my bitter sweet juice when he sucks me there.”

Some one watching said, “Fuck that’s nasty.”

Another onlooker piped up, “Yeh, but look at that ass!”

But before their words dissipated, my mouth was right there, kissing and licking and then sucking on her incredible asshole. While I did that I slowly played with her clit and as time passed I got more daring and within minutes I had three fingers in her pussy while I furiously sucked on her asshole.

This went on for 15 or 20 minutes before Sally exploded into orgasm. Cream oozed from her pussy and then two things happened simultaneously. She began squirting just as she shouted, “Drink my cum.”

And so I did. Her squirt rushed into my mouth with such force it flowed out of my mouth and all over my clothes. I gulped down all I could but she squirted so hard and for so long that by the time she was spent, my clothes were drenched and her cum was all over my face and the taste of her ass and squirt was pungent and delicious all at once.

A larger crowd had formed around us and they were cheering. Sally had me unfasten her and made me kneel while she put her dress back on. She ordered me to my feet and gave me a little peck on the cheek and whispered in my ear. “You were a very good boy. Tomorrow meet me at the Starbucks downtown at 3 pm. Do not sit with me, but take a chair close by with a clear line of sight of me.”

She started to turn away but stopped and added, “Some whore here would likely suck you off if you wanted her to, but understand two things. First if you want me, you will not be with anyone else without my permission and, second, you are not allowed to cum until I allow it.”

She didn’t wait for an answer and simply walked away and out the exit, her squirt still dripping from my chin and my mind spinning with anticipation for what tomorrow might bring.

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