In the cab I find myself flung at the lady. I still don’t even know her name, don’t know if she deliberately doesn’t tell me or if she just doesn’t think of telling me hers. However I do know that her mouth tastes great and her hand sliding up my leg feels good. I still don’t know what made me get into the cab with her, though. I realize it’s very easy to „go with the flow“, to just let things happen, and Im possibly drunk enough not to care where the flow leads me. I glance at the rearview mirror once and see the driver staring at me.
In the elevator she presses me roughly into a corner. „You’ll be mine, Zoe!“ she whispers in my ear. „Mine alone!“
She leads me to her apartment and as soon as the door is locked she grabs me by my hair and pulls me down, until I’m kneeling in front of her.
„You’ll serve me in any way I want, girl. Because that’s what you want.“
Oh my god, what have I gotten myself into? Do I really want to kneel in front of her? And what could she mean with serving her in every way she wants? I have no idea what girls do with each other, apart from fondling each other and maybe eating each other’s pussies. I should get up, walk to the door and leave. Leave her behind for the rest of my life, that woman who kinda abducted me, forces me to do things I never wanted to do. That would be the sensible thing to do. Instead I find myself looking up at her and hear myself whisper „yes, Ma’am, I would love to serve you.“
She unzips her skirt and lets it fall to her feet. The white silk panties are moist, wet even. I stare directly at her lips pressing at the thin fabric. She grabs my hair again and pulls me towards her. I push the panty to one side and my tongue immediately slides between her folds, searching for her clit. I play with it and hear her moaning louder and louder. She starts to move backward und forward, up and down, pressing my face ever harder onto her pussy, literally fucking herself on my face. Then I take one hand from her hips to play with myself. She stops her motions for a second to hiss at me: „You don’t touch yourself without my permission, slut. You’re here to please ME!“
For a second I think about her calling me a slut. But I guess she’s right, a girl who’s kneeling in front of a woman and whose face is used by that woman to fuck herself on is probably indeed a slut. And by now I’m also fully aware that my own pussy is slopping wet, my panties are soaked through.
So yes, I guess she is right. I am indeed a slut. Her slut.