Mystery Mistress 8
Then she slowly raised one elbow and gave you a simple command. "Lick me."
You didn't know what was happening. I mean, you knew what she was saying. She was telling you to lick her armpit. Right? But why? And really, was she really asking that? You second-guessed yourself. It seemed like that's what she wanted. But what if it wasn't, and you did it anyway. What kind of a weird freak would you look like? Hmm, probably exactly the kind that you were.
You decided that yes, this is what she was asking. No, more like demanding. And, you decided that if you were doing it, you were going all out. You leaned in close, with your hands still interlocked behind your back. But you kept your mouth closed and your tongue sealed away. You positioned your nose a fraction of an inch from the lower end of her armpit and began a long, deep inhale as your slowly traced your nose up toward her slender arm. It was early in the morning, and you picked up a mix of smells. Vanilla. Flowers. And the faintest hint of a sweaty, natural odor.
You fantasized that it wasn't first thing in the morning. That the fragrance of her soap, perfume, and deodorant had faded. That her natural scent was overwhelming them. The beautiful scent of Bobbi, that you had gotten only the tiniest taste of, was what you wanted. If only it was late in the afternoon! If only she hadn't showered today! If only she forced you into her armpit after an intense workout! These fantasies flooded your mind as your cock tried its best to be punctured by the spikes surrounding it.
Your lips were the next to make contact. The gently kissed the soft, tender skin at the inside of Bobbi's arm. The gently caressed her skin as your face slid back down, and they planted numerous other kisses along the way back down, until you reached her dress.
Then, your tongue extended and pressed itself hard into the skin of her pit. Your lips had been soft and gentle on her. Your tongue chose the opposite path. It carved a strong, wide path up her armpit, leaving a wet trail in its wake. You felt the intense humiliation of the situation, and you were responding by licking Bobbi in what you felt was the most humiliating way possible. You just hoped it was sufficient for her.