I like his breath during my facesitting session – I am the Mistress from Another World – part 27

My huge mirror placed on the right wall in my room offers me every morning a great view. That is because I love my morning ruffled face and it puts me in a good mood, with a big smile on my face.

Today I took a little extra time to glance at my looks in this mirror… right after a nice warm shower. I really know how to take care of me, keeping this young shape alive and having nothing to be ashamed of. Clear soft skin, perky shapes and the overall figure of a young girl in her prime age.

As I have my mind filled with these thoughts, my hand slips and touches my freshly shaved crotch. I love this mix feeling of nice thinking and the wave of pleasure exploding inside me. I think I want to see how this looks from my bed. Because my ass is simply amazing, I’ll take a look from behind… Oh yea, this makes me horny as hell. If only I had another version of me to have some fun with… But wait a second… sitting here with my back arched and my hand slipping between my lower lips, all wet and horny, I think there’s something missing. I don’t have to do this for myself, what am I, nuts?

While I don’t stop rubbing, I grab the phone and text my slave. I want to keep this stage of arousal until he gets here. If I stop now, I know I’ll be sorry, and more than that, I don’t want this pleasure to take a pause. I have my eyes closed and I’m in my own head while my fingers play fast with me, but I take a glance at the phone from time to time. I don’t have to get any confirmation from him, I know he’ll be here shortly, no matter what is doing in this moment. After all, it’s early in the morning, any chance of doing something with his day is pretty much blown off.

The doorbell rings and only after a few seconds of waiting he lets himself in. This is our agreement, he must wait before barging in. I have my eyes on the door but still pleasuring myself. After all, why stop when this is so damn good?

He’s standing there like a fool, looking at my naked body in this position. While I see him, I can also see my ass in the mirror. I’m so hot… the thought of having another version of me around makes me even hornier and I know I would taste myself hard if I could. But, now that my Slave is here, it’s time for a bit more than just my fingers in my pleasure spot. I tell him to get naked and slowly slip his head between my legs. As soon as I feel his warm breath stuck to my pussy lips I start sitting harder on it, letting no air escape from there. I got my clit right between his nostrils and his lips, every air stream from his tickles it and every try to breathe through his mouth does nothing else than  caressing my pussy lips. I could hold him like this until I cum, but I don’t want to harm him. From time to time I lift my ass and bang it again on his face, as if I’m riding it. The touches make me shiver and moan, I let him push his tongue on my clit and watch his face every time I lift. He loves this as he should…

I get tired of this position, get off him and make myself confortable on the bed. On my back with my legs wide open, he has the complete sight of my perfection. He’s a statue with big eyes, eating me with his eyes. I point my finger to my very wet pussy and tell him to get on it, but slowly. As I see his head between my legs, that thought of having another version of me comes again. I can already see myself pushing his head hard on my pussy, and yelling at him “take that Slave”. While my clone does that, I caress his head, because after all he only does what he is told to do. Between these fragments of my dirty imagination and the real thing happening here, the pleasure increases and I’m on the edge of an internal explosion. I rapidly turn around over his head, push him on his back and jeep rubbing myself over his face, tightening every closing and having his mouth on me so hard pushed that he starts convulsing. I go faster and faster, letting him breathe from time to time and when his hands grab my middle, pushing me with all my weight on his face, a scream comes out of me, cumming hard on his face, wetting it all and trembling from every bone I have.

I’m still facesitting on him, getting air in my lungs and maintaining a shiver in my body. The pleasure is not entirely gone, still going through me like a warm wind. He has a dumb smile on his wet face, looking at me satisfied. I turn around and, what do you know? He’s all wet on his crotch…

By Savvy Femina