Yuri’s Tales 02: First Date

She ground against my face slowly, my nose pressed into her clit as I got my fill of her taste. When I needed to breathe she let me pull back and gasp in a few breaths, showing her my giddy grin. She couldn't help but chuckle at my unrestrained glee, forcing me to look away to keep my oncoming giggle from turning into a fit.

After a moment Mary gave me a gentle pet to bring my attention back, her trademark smirk easing me right back into my submissive head space. She pulled me back into her, putting my tongue to work on all her favorite spots. "There's my good girl. You must feel very accomplished, licking your first pussy."

I nodded, not breaking away from my eager lapping.

"You're pretty good at this, I bet you did some research." She sipped her drink, pleased with the renewed blush on my cheeks. "Actually... knowing you, it was probably a lot of research, right?"

I squirmed under the pressure of her gaze, whimpering as I nodded to confirm her statement. It was only supposed to be a blog post or two, but then the two most recommended articles disagreed on some points, and I ended up in a 100-tab rabbit hole. I liked to know what to expect, alright?

I tried to distract her by sucking on her clit, pulling it between my lips and flicking my tongue rapidly back and forth on it, but Mary just winced and pushed my head back. "Too fast, sweetie. Keep it nice and slow until I tell you otherwise. It takes me a while to get warmed up."

"Thank you for the feedback, Daddy." I tried again, suckling on her clit and slowly dragging my tongue over the tip of it. This time I was rewarded with a deep moan and a faint twitching of her thigh muscles. I went to repeat the experiment to check the results, but she pulled me away from her again, gasping.

"Fuck!" She shuddered, pressing her drink against the arm of the chair to keep it steady. "That's too good, alright love? Use with caution."

"But I like making you shake and moan, Daddy." I pouted dramatically.

"You'll get to, slut." My spine tingled at the determination in her tone, "But right now you are going to shut up and do what I tell you so I can cum on that pretty face of yours."

I gave the only proper response, shoving my face between her legs to slowly drag my taste buds over her clit. I took her moan as encouragement, repeating the process while wiggling my tongue from side to side. Now I had her panting and clutching the crystal glass. Her drink was practically forgotten as I took all the time I needed to push her closer and closer to the edge.

When I moved to add my fingers to the mix she shook her head, so I kept them firmly squeezing her thighs. As she approached the point of no return, she gasped out instructions in a tone that would have ruined my panties if I'd been wearing any. "When I pull on your hair, do that trick with the suction. Lots of saliva, gentle pressure, quick flicks with pauses between."

She didn't have time to make sure I understood, throwing back her head and moaning loudly as her abdomen and thighs clenched. I kept up my slow lapping as she came hard, shaking in her seat and twitching violently every time the tip of my tongue gave a little flick at the end of a stroke.

I watched as her muscles relaxed, slowing my movements as she came down and started to catch her breath. Apparently this was the wrong move, as she brought one of her legs around my back to pull me into her and growled intensely, "Don't you fucking dare stop, slut."

I nearly came as she treated me like a glorified sex toy, grinding her clit against my tongue when I didn't move just the way she wanted. Maybe 45 seconds after her first orgasm, she pulled on my hair. Then, when I didn't seem to get the message, she gave a yank rough enough to make me yelp. I immediately sucked her clit into my mouth and did my best to pause between quick, light flicks of my tongue.

This time Mary practically screamed as she came, her whole body going tense and her back arching. "Fuck! Yes, Yuri, yes!" She shivered and twitched, moaning through her panting as all of her muscles seemed to relax at once. This time when I slowed down, she nodded at me, patting my head to signal my stop.

Not quite ready to get up, I shifted my legs to make sure they had proper blood flow while also leaning myself into the leg that was still wrapped around me. I kissed her thigh softly as I watched her heaving chest with a mixture of satisfaction, pride, and lust.

As she calmed enough revitalize her smirk, she lifted her glass at me. "I could get used to this kind of service."

"Any time." I giggled softly, nuzzling her thigh "I'm really glad you liked it, Daddy."

She finished the last of her whiskey, then reached out to place the cold glass against my shoulder, making me gasp. "You're such a wonderful little slut. It makes me want to bully you." She paused, gently petting me with a pensive look. "I wasn't too rough with you at the end?"

I slipped a hand between my legs and showed her how slick my hand was. "I liked it. It was really hot how you got so caught up in your pleasure that you stopped thinking about me as a partner."

That got me a wry laugh. "I'm glad you liked it. Don't go expecting it though."

I nodded into her thigh, watching her eyes as they followed my tongue, currently busy cleaning off my hand. "I know you prefer to be more gentle with me. Just don't feel guilty about it, alright?"

"Yeah." She finally pulled my hand away to suckle on my fingers herself, making me moan softly.

"Hey, Mary?" She cocked an eyebrow at me, noticing my choice of words. "Why no fingers? I thought you have an easier time cumming from penetration?"

"I do." Her sudden blush surprised me. She couldn't seem to look me in the eye, but she shook her head to keep me from apologizing and back-tracking. "Penetration is easier, but since you already had me revved up with clit stuff and I didn't know if you would go for my g-spot..."

I cocked my head, not seeing the connection.

"You, um, might have made me squirt."

I had to pause at that, blood rushing to my face and chest as my thighs reflexively pressed together. "I can see that you're really self-conscious about it, but... that sounds really hot."

"I'm not, like, against it as a rule. It's just messy, and you clearly wanted to get me off with your mouth, so..." When I only looked more aroused, she winced. "Yuri, you know squirting is basically just piss, right?"

That gave me pause. She watched the gears rolling slowly in my head for a bit before I finally shrugged. "Still hot. I'll need to think about it a bit more, but I might not... Well, if I finger you while I'm going down on you, know that I'm aware of the risks, alright?"

It was her turn to pause and process information. Eventually, she shivered slightly. "In that case, I might have other fantasies for you."

Her wholehearted lack of hesitation made a very different feeling of warmth spread from my gut, making my heart flutter. I pulled myself up her body to press our lips together with a full-chested moan. She returned my intensity, but I pulled away after only a moment so I could whisper to her, "Please use me to make all your fantasies come true, Daddy. I love being your dirty little toy."

I was pulled roughly back into a kiss, as though Mary was trying to devour my soul through my mouth. She held me with both hands on my waist, my arms draped loosely around her shoulders to be out of her way. When she finally released my mouth, she growled and squeezed with her hands until I gasped. "Enough pillow talk. It's your turn, slut."

She pushed me back as she rose, trying to bring me to my feet. Instead I ended up on my ass, smiling shyly as I scrambled to stand. "Sorry... one of my legs fell asleep."

"That's what happens when you eat pussy for nearly ten minutes straight." Mary grabbed my arm and hauled me back to my feet before swatting my ass. "I'll make you a merit badge. Now get that cute butt up the ladder, I plan to fuck you in an actual bed. Not on the floor like an excitable puppy."

I hopped in place for a second while the pins-and-needles feeling passed, then turned my most innocent smile to Mary. "I think an excitable puppy could be arranged, too."

I was halfway up the ladder before she could sputter out a response, giggling to myself. She seem to be placated by the excellent view, not bothering to add her thoughts on the matter. A moment later she joined me in the cozy loft area, not that I noticed.

I was too busy looking out the window.

Directly above Mary's bed on the heavy slant of the ceiling was a HUGE skylight. It was long and narrow, with a short section at each end that could open for ventilation. From where I was standing I could see the glimmering lights of the city stretching out to the horizon, and above the city the moon was a thin crescent on a backdrop of twinkling stars.

Mary wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me back against her chest, bending just enough to rest her head on my shoulder. "Do you like it?"

"It's amazing."

"An unforeseen perk of hunting for the cheapest rent in the city. When I feel down, or I get art block, I'll just stare out there for hours and think about all the different lives being lived."

"Can you see the mountains during the day?"

"When it's clear enough, yeah. The first painting I ever sold in a gallery was of this view."

"I can see why."

"Mhmmm. Of course, tonight I have something even more gorgeous to look at."

"Pfffft. Come on, I thought you had more game then that."

"Oh? Feeling sassy, Yur'? Well I want you to get a good, long look out there... Because in a few minutes I'm going to make sure every one of 'em gets to hear you cum."

I shivered in her embrace, turning a little so I could meet her side eye with my own. "Promise?"

She nipped my ear, "As long as you do as you're told."

"Yes Daddy!"

"Fuck that's hot."

Mary let go of me so she could shove me forward onto her bed. I let out an undignified squeak on my way down, landing in a tangle of limbs. Before I could sort myself out, she was kneeling behind me. She grabbed my arms and used something soft to tie my wrists to my elbows. Then she grabbed my legs and flipped me over, making me gasp from the sudden movement.

I was panting, looking up at her. Helpless and restrained, about to be forced to put on a show for god knows how many people...

"Daddy, if you keep this up I'm going to cum before you even get to touch me."

"Oh no you won't" Mary leaned in to grab me by the hair and force me to look into her eyes. "You don't get to cum until I say so! I've put way too much effort into this to have you ruin it by being an overeager slut. Is that clear?"

"Yes Daddy. I'll try."

"You'll do better than try."

I nodded, my words beginning to fail as I let myself slip into my most submissive head space. As long as I was there, I could let Mary be an external source of determination and willpower. I whimpered softly as I felt her tie something around my ankles, pulling my legs up and tying them to hard points on either side of the skylight.

It slowly dawned on me that I was completely vulnerable and spread open under the window, with a perfect view up at the sky. I was just glad that I couldn't see the city spread out below me. Too many opportunities to convince myself that people were staring.

I realized that I hadn't felt any movement in nearly a minute and considered lifting my head to look for Mary, but a warm hand slipped under my raised ass to hold me steady and a soft puff of damp air made my desperate pussy begin to ache. I whined pitifully. When that didn't get me any further contact I whimpered softly, "Daddy..."

All I felt was my own anticipation and that one devious hand keeping my hips from squirming.

Another breath on the wet mess between my legs. More whining, whimpering, and other desperate noises. It took everything I had to keep my hips still, the desire to writhe in search of pleasure mounting.

Another breath on my desperate, dripping cunt. I swear it was closer, like her tongue was only millimeters away from giving me everything I wanted. In that moment, there was nothing I wanted more in the world than for Mary to lick me just once.

"Did you want something, pet?" I could feel the soft vibration of her low tone in my thighs. "You know I'm not going to touch you unless you ask me to, right?"

"Daddy, please...!" My whole body shuddered as I fought to remain still, desperately trying to kick the language center of my brain to spit out something vaguely coherent. "I need you to touch me! Please!"

"I am touching you." She emphasized this fact by squeezing the ass cheek in her palm.

"Not like that." I whined, finally losing the battle as my hips bucked. I couldn't see her move, but there was nothing there for me to grind against. "Your tongue. Please, please, fuck me like a needy toy."

"Like a toy?"

"Like Daddy's favorite toy!"

"And you'll be a good girl for me?"

"Yes! I promise I won't cum until you tell me to!"

"Mmmmmm..." I felt her second hand then, spreading my lips so she could examine the quivering hole that was slowly soaking her bed with my scent. "I believe you, love."

"Thank you, Dadd- AH!" She cut me off with the lightest possible flick of her tongue across my clit, but the sensation hit me like lightning bolt.

I was so tense I was literally holding my breath while I waited for her to continue, but again she kept me waiting.

"Hnnnng..." I made a truly pitiful noise as it began to dawn on me what she was doing, and how long it was going to take. I tried to distract myself by looking up at the stars, but the way her breathing kept intermittently brushing across my sex kept my focus locked exactly where she wanted it. "This is so mean..."

"Should I stop then?" Her question was dripping with the smug pride of someone who already knew what the answer would be.

"N-No, Daddy. I can take it." I paused, then elaborated in a smaller voice "I think."

"That's a good girl." Her tongue flicked me again, making me yelp. "Now show me just how good you can be."

The slow torment of waiting was awful. What she did next was much much worse.

Without any more buildup she sucked my clit into her mouth and began to run her tongue around it in quick little circles. The sudden change forced a garbled mess of gibberish out of my mouth, made only worse as she switched the direction of her circles randomly. Then she was flicking. Back to circles. Sucking harder, then softer, then letting my clit pop free and sucking it back in.

I was a mess. In less than a minute she had me shaking, quaking with need as I desperately tried to force myself not to cum. I knew that making me cum was pretty easy, but Mary made it seem like a solved problem. Absolute simplicity.

"D-Daddy..." I whined softly, trying to warn her that it was shortly going to be too much for me.

She released the sensitive nub from her lips, chuckling. But rather than address me directly, she casually slipped two fingers into my dripping hole and began a new form of torment.

Her fingers were as capable as her tongue, but due to the difference in sensitivity she was able to vary her technique to keep me from rushing headlong over the edge into orgasm. Slow, long thrusts became short, deep thrusts became the classic 'come hither' motion that I'd always found rather disappointing. As it turns out, my fingers simply aren't long enough to hit the right angle. Mary, however...

"OH FUCK!" I jolted, my hips bucking as she rubbed just the right spot. "What the hell, Mary, that's so good!"

"Hm." I was suddenly quite empty. "That's... disappointing."

Surprise, displeasure, and desperation collided on their way to my vocal cords and came out as a garbled mess of syllables and a great deal of thrashing. Eventually, I whimpered more coherently, "Whyyyyy?"

"I thought we had an agreement, but I guess I expected too much from you." Her mock-disappointment was still enough to make my heart fall. What had I done wrong? What agreement? Seeing the pitiful state of my mind, Mary took pity on me. "What did you call me, pet?"

"Oh! Oh no no no I'm so sorry Daddy I didn't mean to please don't stop!" All of the words came out at once and I was amazed at their overall coherence. "I promise I'll be good, Daddy, please?"

"Well, I suppose..." A slick finger lazily parted my folds, "But now you're gonna have to earn it."

"I will! I'll- AH!" Her fingers were inside me again, immediately pressing against that spot and making my back arch with pleasure. "I promise I won't cum until you say so!"

"Oh, do you now? We'll see about that."

I had to bite the tip of my tongue to keep from squealing as she began to thrust with her hand, pounding my g-spot hard enough to make my head spin. The pleasure was so intense I almost couldn't tell when my climax was approaching.

Almost.

"Fuck! Daddy, that's too much!"

"Just a little more, love. Can you do that for me? Can you hold on a little longer?"

I mewled incoherently, concentrating every fiber of my being on fighting back the pleasure. It was a losing game as long as she kept hitting me with those expert fingers. "I- I can't..."

And then they were gone again. The sudden lack of sensation made my whole body shake with unreleased tension. I whined, but didn't say anything. Instead I focused on relaxing my body, the shaking slowly subsiding as I slipped further back from that infuriating edge.

A quick puff of hot breath was all the warning I got before a familiar tongue began to explore my slick vulva, tracing them patiently as I made all the sounds I expect she was hoping to hear. Slowly she came closer to the places I most wanted to feel her. From my outer folds to my inner, fingers spreading me open wide to give her plenty of area to tease. A slow circle around my opening, then a brief delving within to taste me.

"You're taking this very well, love." Her words vibrated against me. "Can you keep going for me?"

"I-I can. I think."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No..."

"You don't sound very certain, Yur'."

"I- This is really hard. But I want to be good for you, Daddy."

"So you want more?"

"Yes!"

"Ask nicely."

"Please Daddy, edge my desperate pussy until I can't even think anymore. Make me beg, then deny me anyway! I want you to be sure you're done when you let me cum."

"That's a good girl."

As she dragged her tongue devastatingly slowly across my clit, and I tried not to think too hard about what I'd just given her permission to do. By the third lick I didn't have room in my head for anxiety, only my own pleasure and the desperate need to make Daddy happy.

She licked my clit until I begged her to stop, then switched back to her fingers. She pounded me deep, stretched me wide, and finally drilled that awful, glorious spot until I couldn't even form the words I needed to tell her it was too much. By that point she clearly had my body figured out, because she stopped at exactly the right moment. I was so close that she could have blown on me and set me off.

When I stopped shaking she started the cycle again. Teasing me until I was relaxed enough for her to attack my clit with a slow buildup of pleasure, then switching to her fingers when that became too much. She knew that it took a lot more penetration to push me over the edge and she was all too happy to take advantage.

After the next edge, I screamed with frustration.

After the next edge, I begged her incoherently to let me cum.

After the next, I thrashed in my bonds in a useless attempt to escape and finish the job myself.