Does that fix your little problem my dear?

DOES THAT FIX YOUR LITTLE PROBLEM MY DEAR?

---4chan MSA, NSFW, oral, female recieving---
--By Helion--

I got the call less than an hour ago. Your voice seemed oddly strained as you told me you needed ‘help’ with a little 'problem' you had.

A quick shower, and I’m out the door, and into another.

This city is so beautiful at night when it’s wet, roads shimmer in the headlights and the pavements glisten under streetlamps, and through the summer rain, my feet lead me to you.

You meet me at the door, the only light in your dark shadowed hallway, the dim, warm light spilling out of your bedroom at the top of the stairs, but it’s enough... Oh, it's more than enough to silhouette your form, your soft body wrapped in the silk of your nightgown, your hair tousled and mussed… Oh yes, I recognise the problem you were having my dear.

You ask me in a sultry, seductive tone if I’d like anything to drink. I smilingly reply that there is only one thing I want to taste right now, and she’s standing right in front of me.

The door swings shut behind me, as I step into the shadows with you, pulling you against me, our mouths pressing together, my tongue running between your lips, presaging what is to come.

I pull back, and motion you to lead on.

Walking into your room, it's as neat and tidy as always, but that sweet scent of your sex hangs in the air, andthe light is low and warm and inviting... much like something else I can think of...

You reach the bed, your nightie slipping from your shoulders, exposing the soft skin of your back to my hungry eyes, and you turn slowly, letting me drink in the sight of your utterly naked body, a mischievous smile spreading across your lips and lust igniting in your dark eyes in response to my own. You comment that I seem to be over dressed for this occasion, and you leisurely watch while I rectify the problem. When the last stitch falls, you reach out your arms to me, beckoning me forward into them, and we kiss once more.

When next our lips separate, I find myself feeling somewhat... impatient. My mouth descends to your neck, kissing, biting… and then down to your breasts.

My tongue runs around your nipples, sucking on each one in turn, nipping them, oh so gently between my teeth. You mewl your appreciation, soft whimperings answering each nip. Again and again, I move from one to the other, until finally your legs buckle, and you flow onto the bed, legs spreading as your hair spreads under your head like a dark halo.

Angelic. It’s the only word.

Okay, a fallen angel maybe, but an angel all the same.

You speak again, voice desperate with need, begging me to attend to your pussy. Combined with the angelic vision, it's a voice to temper the animal in me… Tame it to a tease. And so, I ignore your pleas, returning instead to your delectable breasts, just long enough for you to groan in frustration, just long enough to amuse me. But in the end I do comply; kissing first in the valley of your chest, then trailing those kisses down, over your stomach, my tongue briefly diving into your navel, before continuing on, until I reach your mound.

And I break off, drawing away, in part, to get myself comfortable. You groan in frustration again, even as I innocently remind you that patience does bring it’s rewards.

All the same, you don’t have long to wait before the trail of kisses begins anew, on the inside of your left knee, less a series of kisses this time, more one solid line of wet ‘o’s, tracing up the inside of your thigh. My tongue caresses the sensitive skin, coaxing low moans from your throat, and I slowly work upwards, inwards, until once again I lift off, right at the crease of your thigh. I place a single kiss on your clit, pushing against it with a flat tongue, and then begin another trail at your right knee.

This time your tongue is silent, perhaps because you know where this trail has to end, perhaps because you just don’t care any more. Either way, your throat’s doing all the talking now, soft moans and whimpers and mewls caressing my ears as my mouth moves ever closer to it’s final goal.

This time, my mouth lifts, but my tongue does not, maintaining the connection between us, sketching sensation across your sex, until it reaches the base of your slit. The very tip pushes in, between your nether lips, and I run it up them, my first taste of you tonight, whetting my appetite as my tongue returns to the bottom of your sex, and finding your entrance, I hungrily push it in, tasting your delicious pussy deeply, my lips closing on your lower ones as you moan, your thighs closing in reflex against my sudden intrusion, only to relax again as my tongue flexes inside you.

My tongue withdraws, moving to sweep your lips again… Once, twice, and on the third upward sweep, it comes up and out, moving over your clit directly. Circling around it, smoothly moving across it, and circling again as my lips descend, sucking your nub between them, even as my tongue continues to play across it. One further hard suck, then release. Only for my tongue to start the sequence again of course…

Again and again, the sequence plays out, until I think it’s time to bring my fingers into play. My index finger teases your slit like my tongue did, moving in time to the lash of my tongue across your clit, and then, all else paused, my finger slips into you, flexing against your walls. Pulling it back out, my middle finger joins it, and together they push back in as my tongue goes onto autopilot, playing fast across your clit, my fingers pushing in, and rubbing inside you at a steady firm pace, the licks pausing everytime my fingers bottom out so I can suck instead.

Your moans have continued building in leaps and bounds, but now, I can feel you getting wetter, and wetter around my fingers, even as I hear your breaths grow short. I feel your hands on my head as I speed my actions, tongue swiping across your clit, and fingers practically vibrating inside you and suddenly, your angel’s cry splits the air, as your pussy clamps down on my fingers, again, and again and again…

As your breathing slowly normalises, my fingers slip from you and I look up your body. You look down at me with that wonderful post-orgasmic glow across your face, and I smile crookedly at you.

“Does that fix your little problem my dear?”