The Making of His Bytch

She heard the cell phone ring and pulled the blindfold to the side to read the text…..”i’m 2 mins away, be ready”. Quickly she replaced the lacy black cloth over her eyes. She trembled in anticipation…she could feel the juices from her pussy drip down her lips to her thighs. Tonite he was gonna make her His bytch. The hotel room was dark with only the light filtering in from outside. She stood in the middle of the room, back to the door. She was naked….her dark cocoa brown skin was soft, smooth and fragrant with a light scent of jasmine. His orders had been followed to perfection. The note she received instructed her to be in a certain hotel room, to shower and clean every inch of her body, to be blindfolded standing with her head bowed turned away from the door and wait for his arrival.

She heard the click of the lock opening and felt his presence in the space around her. She could smell the masculine, yet subtle scent of his cologne. Suddenly she felt large, strong warm hands on her shoulders. She felt herself being turned around…then felt smoldering moist lips on her neck….passionate kisses rained on her shoulders, neck and nipples. Her pussy immediately flooded with desire. She heard herself moan low in her throat….shhhhhhhhh….he said to her….don’t say a word he commanded as he lowered her to the bed. He pushed her legs apart and she felt his hot breathe on her pussy lips…felt a thick finger pushing inside her hot slick tunnel….felt the flick of his tongue on her swollen clit. He gently laved his tongue up and down the outside of her pussy then sucked her clit in between his lips while he moved one finger, two fingers slowly in and out. Her pussy instinctively tightened up on his fingers.