Desire's mansion loomed in front of me, a testament to her success in the porn industry. I swallowed hard as I approached the front door, feeling both excited and nervous about what was to come.
Desire greeted me at the door with a smirk. "You must be Lucky," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I hope you're hungry."
I followed her through the grand foyer and up the sweeping staircase to her private bedroom. She turned to face me, her perfectly sculpted body on full display as she stripped down to nothing but a pair of lacy panties.
"You're a starving dog, aren't you?" she said, her eyes raking over my body. "Lucky to even be in my presence."
I didn't respond, my eyes glued to the sight before me. Desire chuckled and gestured to the bed. "Get to work," she commanded.
I eagerly dove between her legs, my tongue finding her wet and ready. She moaned in pleasure, but quickly stopped me when I tried to touch her in any other way.
"No, no, no," she said, her voice firm. "You're here for one thing and one thing only."
I continued to eat her out, my mind wandering to the many lovers she must have. Sure enough, her phone rang, and she answered it on speakerphone while I continued my task.
"Hello, darling," she purred, her voice dripping with honey. "Yes, I'm currently being pleasured by my personal pussy eater. Can you even imagine?"
She laughed and hung up, her attention returning to me. She allowed me to suck on her toes, but nothing more. I started to get frustrated, but Desire quickly shut me down.
"You're lucky to even be here," she reminded me, her voice sharp. "Don't forget that."
I continued to eat her out, but I couldn't shake the feeling of being used. Desire noticed and playfully insulted me, saying that I should be happy to be her "personal pussy eater."
She received another call, and she talked dirty to the man on the phone while I continued my task. She allowed me to listen in, but made it clear that I was not allowed to participate in any way.
Desire got off the phone and allowed me to touch her breasts, but nothing more. I started to get even more frustrated, but Desire didn't care. She was in control, and she knew it.
She received another call, and she talked dirty to the man on the phone while I continued to eat her out. She made it clear that I was not allowed to touch her in any way.
Desire got off the phone and allowed me to touch her clit. She moaned in pleasure, but quickly stopped me when I tried to touch her in any other way. She reminded me that I was lucky to even be in her presence, and that I should be grateful for the opportunity to pleasure her.
I started to feel like I was being taken advantage of, but Desire didn't care. She was in control, and she knew it. I continued to eat her out, my mind wandering to the many lovers she must have.
Desire received another call, and she talked dirty to the man on the phone while I continued my task. She made it clear that I was not allowed to touch her in any way.
Desire got off the phone and allowed me to touch her clit. She moaned in pleasure, but quickly stopped me when I tried to touch her in any other way. She reminded me that I was lucky to even be in her presence, and that I should be grateful for the opportunity to pleasure her.
And with that, the arrangement was clear. I was her personal pussy eater, and nothing more. I could only hope that I would be enough to satisfy her insatiable appetite.
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