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Saturdays were always the highlight of your week, spent in the company of your best friend. Despite the amount of fun that existed on your weekly sleepovers, you were always the last to fall asleep, forsaken for hours until slumber took you under. This time was as identical as any, your best friend passed out beside you as you stared towards the ceiling, your phone securely in hand as you attempted to combat the boredom. After an hour or two of mundane scrolling, you ventured downstairs to find some snacks, hunger pangs striking within your stomach as you descended to the ground floor.
So consumed by your quest, you had forgotten that Mrs Vostokoff was home, all but startled by her existence as you noted her lingering by the kitchen counter as she sipped upon a glass of red wine. The woman was as strikingly beautiful as ever, your breath subconsciously caught for a second as you jostled with your natural reaction to fluster at the visual of her in her robe. Instead, you remained glued in place, unable to pry your eyes away from the way the soft silk enclosed around her frame so tightly and accentuated her curves.
“You should be very careful wearing those,” Melina remarked, drawing in a quick sip of merlot. “There are a lot of prying eyes around here, darling.”
Melina’s thumbed the thin material of your shorts, her eyes flitting to meet yours as if she was completing a precautionary investigation. Retracting, she disappeared but only to circle you at a painstaking pace, a hum of intrigue falling from wine-stained lips.
“But you’re the only one here,” you noted, a puzzled expression finding your face.
“They don’t leave much to the imagination, do they?” Melina digressed, your prior comment left seemingly ignored. “Lucky for me.”
Melina’s words drawled in fascination, excitement almost as she returned to stand before you.
“I’m sorry,” you flustered, your cheeks burning in self-consciousness, hands tugging downwards in order to shroud your alleged indecency.
“Oh, no,” Melina spoke, stymying your action with a firm grasp around your wrist. “I wasn’t complaining, darling.”
A light shiver passed over you as you heard the words blurt from her lips, orbs of honey seemingly fixed to your chest. Curiosity claimed you as you followed her gaze, noting the existence of your nipples poking rigidly through the material of your shirt. A menacing smirk grew on Melina’s lips, merely growing with each passing second as she drew in a sizeable gulp of wine as a means of digression.
The brunette revelled in your blatant embarrassment, your gaze flickering to fall anywhere but her eyes in the fear that you would drown in them.
“It’s okay, darling,” Melina whispered as she trailed a lone digit along the valley between your clothed breasts. “I know you like the way I ogle you.”
Fire burned in the wake of her fingertip, the minimal act causing your body to tremor at the prospect of Melina’s interest in you.
“But it’s not enough to undress you with my eyes,” she admitted, ridding the wine glass from her hand to maximise her freedom. “Not when I could do so much more with you, right now.”
An all-encompassing arousal flooded your every pore, every word stolen from your mouth as you stilled in place. Denying your urges was futile, more so now that Melina was avid in her reciprocation of it, every ounce of lust mirrored in the woman before you. The sound of you clearing your throat occluded the overbearing silence, the sexual tension only heightening with every minute that droned by.
“What are you going to do to me?” You dared to ask, surprised by your fortitude to even pose the question, desperate to procure an answer.
Melina quirked a brow in amusement, a coalescence of anticipation and ardor finding home in her stare. A low chuckle emanated and called your adrenaline into emergence, the brunette’s fingers toying with the cord of her plum-coloured robe. The silk material drifted to the floor beneath in a pool of shimmering velvet, your attention reclaimed by the sheer beauty of the physique that was now revealed. Your eyes almost widened as they feasted upon her, each curve and contour meticulously studied, your mouth deficient of saliva as it escaped from the corners of your mouth.
“Nothing,” she mused, a sadistic glint flecking within her eyes. “I’m not going to do anything at all.”
Melina noticed the distinct change in your demeanour, frustration lurking below the exterior as an almost undetectable whine exuded from you. The woman merely grinned wider, disturbingly so as she cinched your throat with a harsh grasp, knocking the air from you. A loud gasp emitted, followed by a strangled groan.
“See,” she marvelled, impressed with her handiwork. “Mommy doesn’t have to do anything to have you whining like a whore.”
Your mouth gaped at its own accord, eyes rolling into the back of your head as Melina loosened her grip and sent your mind propelling into docility. All sense of self-respect faded into nothingness, arousal invading your thoughts until it was the only thing that existed to you. Enclosed in your little world with Melina, you were more than ecstatic to be at her disposal, to be used in any way that she deemed fit. The brunette basked in the unspoken encouragement you had provided, determined to coax you into oblivion as she peeled your shorts from your frame with an effortless dexterity.
“What do we have here, hm?” Melina enquired with a certain patronisation, the answer to the question glaringly obvious given the way her fingers slid through your arousal with ease.
“Uh, I-,” you fumbled, your mental clarity stolen from you the minute her fingers probed between your legs. “Please, touch me, Mommy.”
Melina’s unyielding gaze persisted for a second as she watched you falter, all but amused by the extent of your suffering. Without a word, she clambered to her knees, scarlet-painted nails burying into your hipbones to hold you steady. Methodic bursts of warm breath breezed against your pussy and incited the rise of goosebumps across your skin, a groan of anticipation falling from you. Sharp teeth sank into the flesh of your thighs, your instinct to jolt instantly occluded by the hold that Melina had exerted upon you. Melina bit with avid repetition, soothing over the teeth marks with a preemptive kiss, the initial painfulness ebbing out into a blissful tingle.
The intensity of your libido thrust your hips forward, hoping to manipulate her mouth into making contact to no avail. If anything, the act yanked you further from satisfaction as Melina stripped you of all touch as she abandoned you to take position atop the sofa.
“Sweet girl,” Melina tutted, shaking her head in faux disappointment. “You should know that impatience will get you nowhere.”
A finger summoned you to the ground between her legs and you were quick in adhering to her wish, fearful of the potentiality that she would deny you further. You settled in place, awe-struck when Melina dragged her underwear roughly to the side to reveal her pussy all but glimmering with arousal.
“Be a good girl and help Mommy out,” she insisted, her fingers weaving into your hair until a moderate pain was administered, sharp nails clawing at your scalp. “Show Mommy how you use that pretty little mouth.”
You nodded, eagerly. “Yes, Mommy.”
Melina sucked in a shaky breath as you drew in, your tongue flattened as it licked an upward stripe against her flesh. The sounds that burst from her only exacerbated your arousal to new heights, intent on making Melina’s time worthwhile. Daringly, you probed her entrance, collecting liquid and laving it atop her clit as she writhed with zeal, her hips bucking wildly.
“Oh, darling,” she breathed, her face contorted in pleasure as she yanked harder upon your tresses, inducing a pained sigh. “You’re making Mommy feel so fucking good.”
The encouragement sent you spiralling, your own thighs clamped together to alleviate the throbbing that had erupted between them. Melina provided as a welcomed distraction, knowing that left to your own devices, you would have succumbed to your own selfish desire by now. Wetness painted your lips and chin, smothered by the brunette’s flesh as she fucked herself against your face, oxygen proving hard to come by.
“Don’t stop, princess,” she insisted, breathlessly, her throat permanently occupied with the moans that rang out. “Mommy’s gonna cum for you.”
Melina’s grasp harshened to a newfound intensity, your eyes watering as your strands were pulled taut from your scalp. The pain failed to register, too consumed by the way the brunette squirmed in pleasure, her head thrown back as her orgasm dawned. You had never witnessed such a remarkable sight, though your marvelling was cut short by the re-emergence of your arousal that had grown to the point of being unbearable.
“Such a good girl for me,” Melina extolled, sincerely, her eyes alight with something yet to be deciphered. “Let’s see how well you fared, hm?”
The question puzzled you to begin with, until Melina dragged you onto the sofa, your pussy falling to land atop her thigh. The visible trail of wetness that tainted her thigh when you adjusted seemed to tell her all that she needed to know, a victorious smirk tugging her mouth upwards.
“My poor baby,” Melina taunted, condescendingly. “Did helping Mommy really make you this wet?”
Reluctantly, you nodded, embarrassment infiltrating from its prior place of hiding, the reality of your bodily reaction too humiliating to bear.
“Yes, Mommy,” you conceded, your quest to be sated too consuming to ignore. “I’m so desperate for you.”
Menacingly, Melina tweaked at one of your nipples and simply laughed as she watched you grind pathetically.
“Little slut,” she remarked, her eyes darkening with lust. “Only interested in getting herself off, hm?”
You shook your head in zealous disapproval, though your lie was immediately seen for what it was as Melina repeated the process and mused at the findings.
“Please,” you begged, shamelessly. “Please let me cum, Mommy.”
Melina succumbed to your plea, strong hands guiding you back and forth against her thigh as she held you firmly by the waist. You rocked with vigour, your arousal so overwhelming that the sporadic gyrations induced a smile of amusement upon the brunette’s face. A moan rumbled up from your throat every time your clit pressed snugly against the skin of her thigh, the room filled with a series of sighs and mewls that seemed to blurt out on a continuum. No mind was paid to the raucous that you were making, Melina merely gripping you harder as she willed you towards the edge, aided by the occasional plucking of her fingers against your nipples.
“I want to hear you,” Melina insisted, domineeringly. “You’d better say my name when you cum for me.”
Blind ecstasy invaded and persisted, your mind deficient of thought as you focused solely on the pleasure that Melina was permitting. It didn’t take long at all to have you reeling, bite marks scattering your lips as your teeth pricked the delicate surface to the extent of drawing blood.
“Fuck, Mommy, I-”
Melina interjected though not with words, her lips crashing against yours in an aimless kiss as she absorbed the raspy moans that left you. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around her neck, hot bodies meshing together as you squeezed every semblance of enjoyment out of the climax. Plummeting back to reality left you in a state of dismay, only wishing that you could bury in Melina’s embrace for eternity. Softly, Melina removed you from her thigh, a sheepish expression claiming the two of you in the realisation of what you had done, yet so far removed from any shred of regret.
“Go,” Melina instructed in faux seriousness, a wink thrown almost as an afterthought. “It’s way past your bedtime, don’t you think?”