Page 116 of Whirlwind

She teased around the cockhead, then burrowed lower to lick the fragile, wrinkled skin of her slack scrotum. She noticed absently that there were no hard testes inside, that Angel must have had an orchiectomy at some point. But her concern now was the way that she could get Angel to gasp and moan when she tongued the sensitive skin.

It felt delicate and feminine, like digging into the folds of Angel’s cunt. That was how it felt in Nina’s mind, at least, and she wondered if Angel saw her body the same way.

“Good girl,” Angel murmured, stroking her hair.

The praise made Nina glow inside, and she licked back up to the rounded head and sucked it into her mouth. Whether it was Angel’s cock or clit wasn’t important as long as she got to taste it. Maybe it was both, depending on the situation.

Angel twisted her fingers more tightly into Nina’s hair, forcing her forward until she had all of it inside and there was nowhere for her to go. “You’re so hungry for it, aren’t you? Such a dirty girl.”

Nina nodded, feeling the burn as her hair was pulled tighter. She felt sexy and defiled on her knees, struggling to breathe and swallow without an accidental scrape of her teeth. She still tried to trace that soft flesh with her tongue, even with little space to move.

Angel continued the litany of vulgar praise. “Such a little slut for it, aren’t you? You just need your mouth stuffed full. That’s how you’re meant to be used, isn’t it?”

Nina sucked harder. It was liberating, giving herself over to Angel’s will, hollowing herself out to be a vessel for Angel’s desires.

Then Angel’s foot slid up under her skirt again, the metal ring scraping along her thigh. She dug in with the toe, making a long swipe over Nina’s clit and down to the waiting folds below. The rough sole caught on Nina’s panties.

Nina cried out, the sound muffled in her over-filled mouth, and arched up toward that perfect pressure.

“That’s right, little slut.” Angel said lazily, as though she didn’t have Nina’s nerves stretched tightly enough to snap. “Fuck yourself on my foot. Let me see you come.”

Oh, God. Nina was truly going to die. It was too good. Too obscene and perfect. She raised up on her knees a bit, chasing the edge of where Angel’s toes met the hard sole and rubbing her clit against it.

“Such a filthy little girl.” More words flowed from Angel’s mouth, driving her passion higher. “You can’t help yourself, can you? Getting yourself off on the bottom of my shoe with your mouth stuffed full of cock?”

Nina panted and moaned, every muscle vibrating and her skin aflame. She didn’t always come when she had sex, but this time, oh, this time she was already so close…

“Such a dirty little whore.”

Nina suckled harder, thrusting against that rough surface. She wished her panties weren’t in the way, but that also made it better, this desperate race to come while she jerked herself against this rough, dirty part of Angel’s body.

Nina tried to draw in a deep breath, but she could only take little sips of air through her nose. It was making her lightheaded and it mixed in the building euphoria.

Then Angel moaned, the first little sign that her control was slipping. Nina wanted to hear more of that.

She shuddered against Angel’s foot, but drew all of her attention to lapping and suckling at the fullness in her mouth. The only thing that she had to worry about was pleasing Angel, and she knew that she was doing a good job.

“That’s right, gorgeous. So good.” Angel held her even tighter against her front, making her mahogany skin go out of focus. Nina closed her eyes.

She pulled her tongue back somehow, circling the head without pulling the rest from her mouth. Angel moaned and thrust against her, the fingernails on her other hand driving into Nina’s shoulder. Angel’s crude whispers washed over her, driving her arousal even as she lost herself to suckling and pleasing her Domme.

It was too heady, too wickedly perfect, and Nina felt herself nearing the edge. She was so close, making frantic whimpering sounds at each thrust forward.

“That’s right, come for me,” Angel commanded.

Nina tumbled over, thrusting helplessly against that hard ridge. Her body felt like it was drifting, tethered only by those three glorious points where Angel touched her, pain and pleasure mingling together and sweeping through her body like a tidal wave.

She was still shuddering when Angel withdrew her foot and wrapped her long legs around her torso. Nina rested against Angel’s thigh, still suckling softly. She’d heard Angel cry out and felt her shake, but wasn’t sure if she had come.

Angel sighed in contentment, though, her breaths slowing, so Nina hoped she’d made her feel good. She nuzzled in closer, scenting perfume and cocoa butter and Angel’s unique scent. She wasn’t sucking now, just holding Angel inside her.

Angel stroked her head, making Nina feel floaty and safe, all wrapped up tight.

Eventually, Angel pulled her back and Nina let the soft skin fall from her mouth with a plop. Nina hoped they weren’t done. She was still feeling needy and clingy, the aftershocks of her orgasm still rippling through her.

“Come up here,” Angel urged her. “You’re too far away.”

Oh, that was exactly what she wanted. Even an inch felt like it was too far away.

Nina let Angel pull her to her feet, and then arrange both of them on the bed. Nina wasn’t quite sleepy, but she was relaxed and Angel’s arms were so warm.

This moment was what they’d been missing all those years ago. And now that she had it, she wasn’t sure if she could give it up.