There is no feeling in the world like a lover pressing their mouth to your most intimate areas. Let alone a lover who has just performed a perfect strip tease for you. Sarah’s tongue could have me seeing stars with how it rippled and ran over my cunt. This was one of the very first sex acts she had ever performed on my when we first discovered our mutual need and attraction. She had practically begged for me to open my thighs for her, to let her in. Even if I had been using her to gain my own pleasure at the time, the reward had been oh so sweet. And each subsequent lap and suck and lick had me simply wanting more.<br/><br/>I’d wear that addict moniker proudly.<br/><br/>But there was a plan in place for this particular moment. For this time of ours together. And I couldn’t let the pleasure get too ahead of me.<br/><br/>If all went accordingly, there would be plenty of time for that later.<br/><br/>So even as she dove back towards my clit, the sounds hungrily pouring from her mouth, eager to gain my pleasure and orgasm, my hands threaded through her locks and took hold. Flashbacks of fucking her face like this – of fucking her son’s face like this – played through my mind’s eye and the naughtiest of gasps was tugged from my lips. Just as I used my grip to tug Sarah out from between my thighs. I knew my chest was heaving now with each ragged breath. That my cheeks were flushed from the pleasure. And I’d have to shed this dress soon, or risk staining it with what was pouring from my cunt and covering Sarah’s mouth and chin.<br/><br/>“Not so fast, beautiful. Later. Definitely later,” I groan out, arching back up to sit on the edge of the sofa. “First… I want you to stay just… like this…” I say, wiping a thumb across her chin, scooping up the traces of my fluids with it and pushing it into her mouth to urge her to suck them off. There’s a pleased sound from my throat as she does so – such a good slut. One of the better lovers I have ever had the pleasure of sharing a bed with, really. Utterly submissive, into anything and everything I throw at her, and entirely eager to climax.<br/><br/>So why was I greedy for more? Why did I push her to do more, give more, taking more?<br/><br/>“Stay still. We have a guest.” I whisper softly into Sarah’s ear, leaving her kneeling on the middle of the rug.<br/><br/>Could it be because I was a slut myself? Sex was a powerful weapon and I wielded it without abandon. There was also power in knowing what pleasured you, and the words others hurled like insults bounced off the confidence you armored yourself with. Names can’t hurt if you own them.<br/>And when he uses that name on me? It floods me with powerful pleasure. The tables turned quite quickly with Reese. I may have led him to the whorehouse, but he took the reins when we were inside. Maybe there were some people that were just born to fuck?<br/><br/>Moving out of my office and to one room over, I pushed the door open. My eyes fell on the figure leaning back against the clean-sheeted massage table. And the fingers that were wrapped around a thick cock I had gotten to know very intimately in the past few weeks.<br/><br/>A few clucks of my tongue against the roof of my mouth signaled my displeasure as I cocked a hip against the door frame. Goosebumps of anticipation and excitement were running rampant over my skin, but I couldn’t let him know that. I didn’t want to give away any advantages in this game. “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” I manage to let swagger out of my mouth. And then pop off of the doorway to cross the threshold. My hands move to my shoulders and push the straps of the dress down as I move. Another piece of enticement to this sexual tryst. Nothing makes a promise to a lover like a strip tease, does it?<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://45.media.tumblr.com/a56bd19a41660dbd7babca220130cd38/tumblr_njkk6jHQba1rhjw0do1_400.gif)</div><br/>The dress hits the floor by the time I make it to his side. And my hand reaches out, wrapping around his wrist, nails raking just slightly over the sensitive skin at that area, knowing the stutter in his stroking rhythm they would put there. Just one of the many little quirks we have learned about each other since the day he came to pick up his mother from work, only to find me instead.<br/><br/>I stay quite out of his reach, however, as I pull him out of one room and back into my office. Where my little treat is waiting and the plan is coming together. I can feel his eyes on my form – on my ass – while I walk. It’s the one hole I hadn’t given him yet. And I wanted him to salivate over it.<br/><br/>So the next move in the playbook comes out and I fit myself up against his side as we stop just close enough to his naked mother to make out the color of her nipples. To see how hard they are as she sits perfectly poised, blindfolded, and naked. My lips move to his ear. I’d left my heels on for a reason. My breath is hot against his skin, voice low, enticing.<br/><br/>“Why were you playing with yourself, darling, when I have a willing mouth right here for you to try?” I say, gesturing to Sarah.