Chapter 32: [R18 BONUS] Who’s the Mistress Now?
Freya could only whimper, her voice trembling with aftershocks. "Aaaah... Aria... you’re so fucking beautiful this evening... mmmh—don’t stop... please... I need more..." Freya repeated, almost pleading now.
Aria’s lips curved into a mischievous smile. She slowly withdrew her hand from between Freya’s trembling thighs, leaving her mistress’s swollen pussy aching and empty.
"Because I’m not usually?" Aria teased, her voice low and playful. She saw the desperate, hungry look in Freya’s eyes and let out a cute, melodic little giggle that made Freya’s stomach flutter.
"The last time you played with me so well, Mistress," she purred, eyes gleaming with lust. "It looks like this time it’s my turn."
Before Freya could protest, Aria slid her strong arms under her wet body and lifted her effortlessly out of the bath as if she weighed nothing. Water cascaded down their bodies, splashing noisily onto the floor and soaking Aria’s uniform completely as she carried her mistress pressed tightly against her chest. Freya’s heavy, dripping breasts squished against Aria’s body, their slick skin sliding together.
This isn’t so bad, being in this position...
a deep blush spreading across her cheeks. She stared up at Aria’s powerful frame, feeling the easy strength in the maid’s arms and body, which only made her pussy throb harder.
Aria carried her across the room and gently but firmly deposited Freya onto the large bed on her back. The cool sheets quickly became soaked beneath her dripping form. Aria climbed over her immediately, capturing Freya’s mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. Her soaked uniform clung transparently to her body, the thin fabric now almost see-through, her hard nipples clearly poking through the material and rubbing teasingly against Freya’s sensitive skin with every movement.
Their kiss grew hotter, tongues tangling wetly as their hands explored each other. Freya moaned into Aria’s mouth, but the maid suddenly grabbed both of Freya’s wrists and pinned them firmly above her head against the mattress, asserting full control.
Aria broke the kiss and began trailing her hot mouth and tongue down Freya’s body. She licked and sucked along her neck, leaving wet marks, then moved to her sensitive armpits, dragging her tongue slowly and deliberately over the soft skin. Freya squirmed and gasped beneath her.
"Ahh...! Haaah... Aria...!"
Aria continued lower, kissing and licking every inch of Freya’s soft stomach, circling her navel with teasing strokes of her tongue. She paid special attention to the undersides of Freya’s heavy breasts, sucking on her stiff pink nipples until they glistened with saliva, gently biting and pulling them with her teeth. Freya writhed helplessly on the bed, her voluptuous body arching and twisting with overwhelming pleasure, her soaked pussy dripping onto the sheets.
The tension kept rising higher and higher as Aria worshipped her body with slow, sensual licks and kisses. Freya’s moans grew louder, more desperate.
Finally, Aria released her wrists and moved even lower. She kissed down Freya’s thick, trembling thighs, spreading them wide apart and leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive inner skin. Her breath ghosted hotly over Freya’s dripping cunt as she got closer.
Freya couldn’t take it anymore. She reached down with both hands, trying to force Aria’s head faster toward her aching, needy pussy.
But before she could succeed, black tentacles suddenly materialized from the shadows around the bed. They wrapped firmly around Freya’s wrists, yanking her arms back and pinning them securely to the mattress above her head. Additional tentacles gently but strongly gripped her ankles, spreading her legs even wider and holding her completely immobilized.
Freya gasped sharply, her body jerking in surprise. She twisted and writhed even harder in desperate anticipation, the restraints only heightening her arousal.
Aria smiled wickedly against her inner thigh and began kissing slowly around Freya’s soaked pussy — everywhere except where she needed it most. She planted soft, teasing kisses on her mound, along the crease of her thighs, and over her swollen outer lips, deliberately avoiding her throbbing clit and dripping hole.
Freya’s hips bucked uselessly against the tentacles, her body trembling with need.
"Please... Aria... please... eat me..." Freya begged, her voice breaking with raw desperation, her hips twitching uselessly against the tentacles still pinning her down.
Aria looked up from between her mistress’s spread thighs, her violet eyes dark with wicked lust and amusement. She drank in the sight of Freya’s flushed, desperate face for a long moment before slowly crawling up her voluptuous body like a predator.
"You are far too impatient, Mistress..." Aria purred, her voice low, velvety, and full of teasing dominance. "Unfortunately, you must earn it before I take care of you."
With that, she turned around and positioned herself directly over Freya’s face. She hovered there for a teasing second, letting her dripping pussy lips brush lightly against Freya’s nose, before lowering her hips and pressing her hot, soaked cunt firmly onto her mistress’s mouth and nose, smothering her completely.
Freya’s world instantly shrank to nothing but the overwhelming heat and wetness of Aria’s pussy. The sweet, musky scent of her arousal flooded her senses. She could barely breathe, her nose and mouth sealed under the maid’s slick, puffy folds. The lack of air only made her hornier. A desperate, muffled moan vibrated straight into Aria’s core.
After several long, delicious seconds of suffocation, Freya desperately extended her tongue and began licking with eager hunger.
Slurp... slurp... schlick...
"Ahhh yes... just like that, Madam... Nhhhh~! Fuck, your tongue feels so good..." Aria moaned loudly, her voice thick with pleasure. She reached down and grabbed a thick fistful of Freya’s hair, gripping it possessively as she started grinding her dripping pussy harder against her face.
She rubbed her soaked cunt back and forth with shameless, filthy abandon, smearing thick strands of her clear juices all over Freya’s lips, nose, cheeks, and chin. The wet, obscene sounds echoed loudly in the room — messy squelches, slurps, and schlicks mixed with Aria’s rising moans and Freya’s muffled whimpers. Aria’s pussy was absolutely drenched, her slick arousal coating Freya’s entire face like glossy glaze.
"Mmmphhh—! Mmmhhh...!" Freya’s desperate, vibrating cries buzzed directly against Aria’s swollen clit as she licked frantically. She sucked on the plump outer lips, dragged her tongue along the entire length of Aria’s slit, and flicked rapidly over the hard, throbbing nub.
Aria rode her face with increasing intensity, rolling her hips in slow, deep, sensual circles before gradually speeding up into rougher grinds. She pressed down harder, completely smothering Freya for long moments, cutting off her air entirely, then lifted just enough to let her gasp.
"Haah—! Haah—! Haaah—!" Freya sucked in desperate, ragged breaths, her face shining with a thick layer of Aria’s juices, strings of wetness connecting her lips to the maid’s cunt, before Aria sank back down and ground even more aggressively, fucking her face without mercy.
"Yes... fuck yes... shove your tongue deeper inside me, Madam... Ahhn~! Just like that— oh gods!" Aria gasped, her free hand reaching back to roughly squeeze and pinch one of her own breasts, tugging on her stiff nipple. She yanked Freya’s hair harder, using the grip as leverage to rub her soaked, dripping pussy faster and messier all over her mistress’s pretty face.
Freya’s tongue worked frantically — long, broad, hungry licks from the bottom of Aria’s slit all the way up to her clit, then swirling and sucking the sensitive pearl between her lips. Thick, warm juices coated her cheeks, dripped down her chin, ran into her mouth, and even up into her nostrils. She was drowning in Aria’s cunt and loving every filthy second of it.
Aria’s moans grew louder, needier, more broken. "Nghhh...! So fucking good... You’re such a good little pussy-licker for me... Haaah—! Don’t stop—!"
She kept alternating between brutally smothering Freya’s face and giving her just enough air to keep her conscious. Every time she lifted up, Freya whimpered pathetically like a desperate whore, gasping and coughing, only to dive back in with renewed hunger the second Aria lowered herself again — tongue thrusting deep, lips sucking greedily, face buried as deep as possible.
The pressure inside Aria kept building higher and higher. Her thick thighs began to tremble and squeeze around Freya’s head. Her grinding became frantic and erratic, her swollen clit rubbing relentlessly and roughly against Freya’s tongue, nose, and lips.
"I’m... I’m going to cum— I’m— Ahhhhhh~!!"
With a loud, shuddering, almost animalistic cry, Aria came hard.
Her pussy clenched violently and squirted explosively all over Freya’s face. Powerful, hot jets of clear girl-cum gushed out in thick streams, flooding Freya’s mouth, soaking her hair, eyes, nose, and dripping down onto her heavy breasts. Aria kept grinding through her intense orgasm, riding every single spasm as she thoroughly drenched her mistress’s face in her release.
When the last powerful tremors finally faded, Aria slowly lifted her hips, strings of cum and slick still connecting her pussy to Freya’s drenched face.
Freya gasped and coughed violently, sucking in deep, desperate lungfuls of air. Her chest heaved wildly, her entire face — from forehead to chin — was absolutely covered and glistening with Aria’s cum and thick juices. Strands of wet hair stuck to her skin. She looked completely debauched, ruined, and utterly lost in lust, eyes glassy and unfocused, still panting like she had just run a marathon.