First Time Mistress

He gratefully rushed between her buttocks, entering her deeply right away. He was going in and out, enjoying and groaning, panting. He felt the orgasm coming. He climaxed loudly, groaning and holding her by the hips. She was thrusting against him, teasing her clitoris, gasping in a new orgasm. They collapsed onto the bed from exhaustion. Lada continued to caress herself while watching them, but she didn't want to climax.

She arrived at the agreed place right on time. She rang the bell and waited anxiously. She didn't know exactly what to expect behind those large black doors. She heard footsteps and the door opened, revealing a masked woman dressed in a black leather suit. Without a word, she led her inside and carefully examined her from head to toe. With a deft movement, she removed the light dress Lada was wearing, and she shivered slightly despite the heat. Her nipples perked up and bravely endured the rough grip of the woman in black. She enjoyed that rough touch and smacked her lips, causing the woman's mouth to stretch into a smile.

  - I see, you are the right choice - she said in a hoarse, sexy voice. Only then did Lada take a good look at the woman. The black leather costume fit her like a glove.

Her breasts were spilling out of the openings in her bra, and black hair peeked through the opening at her crotch. She wore a black mask on her face. Beneath the mask, beautiful sexy dark eyes were watching her, and full lips were painted with bright red lipstick. Long dark hair fell over her shoulders. In contrast to all that, her skin was pale. 

She beckoned her with a hand gesture, and when she turned around, her firm backside, through which a leather strap passed, amazed Lada. Her entire back was bare except for two straps that connected at the shoulders with the front part of the costume. Lada wished to sink her teeth into those firm globes, leaving marks.
- Who knows what that feels like?

She led her into a room dominated by a large four-poster bed. The black and red combination perfectly matched the ambiance. She approached the dresser and pulled out something that was supposed to be clothing from the drawer. Lada stood shamelessly in the middle of the room and waited. The woman approached her and handed her a costume made entirely of straps. She helped her put it on, and now Lada was tightly wrapped in straps. They passed under her breasts, over her belly, through her buttocks, but the hot opening was free. The woman ran her fingers over Lada's clitoris, and she shuddered. She brought her wet fingers to her mouth and nose, inhaling her intimate scent with satisfaction. She still didn't know what to expect, but all of it was very exciting. She reached out and firmly grabbed the woman by the buttocks, pushing her tongue into her mouth. The woman merely sighed and accepted the kiss. They kissed for a long time, and then the woman gently pushed her away. She walked over to the dresser and pulled a whip from another drawer. Lada didn't like roughness, despite her desire to sink her teeth into that firm backside, but she knew she could always leave if she didn't like something. That's how they had arranged it over the phone.
Then the woman said:
- Don't be afraid, the whip is not for you. Someone will join us now.

She opened a door that was almost unnoticeable. A man entered the room, almost with fear. He was naked, and his large cock stood erect. He was probably watching what the two of them were doing and got aroused. He stood there, silent, watching them. He had a nice body, which relieved Lada. With those ads, you can never be too sure. The woman ordered him to stand there, to which he obediently nodded, and his cock stood even more erect.
- Treat him like a dog, like a slave - the woman told Lada.
- Come here, slave! - Lada said and cracked the whip in the air.

He obediently approached and looked at her with adoration, waiting for further commands.
- Kneel! - she ordered. - Kneel and lick my legs!

He threw himself in front of her and obediently began to lick. She liked how his tongue moved over her ankles, calves, thighs. He wanted to move upward, but she discouraged him with a light whip strike on his back. He groaned and obediently returned downward. It excited her to have control over him. She liked the role of mistress. He was drooling and sighing, licking, while she was excitedly rubbing her swollen nipples. Meanwhile, the woman lay on the bed and was caressing herself. She watched them, her eyes sparkling with excitement. The man again headed upward. She turned her back to him, allowing him to reach her buttocks. With wide strokes of his tongue, he licked her buttocks, and she bent over and said:

      - Now lick my pussy!
His cock jumped, and he quickly got to work. She trembled with pleasure when she heard the woman:
      - You, dog, come here quickly!
He crawled on his knees to the bed and waited.
       - Now lick me on my pussy.
He aimed for her wet hole, and she said to Lada:
      - Hit him with the whip on the butt every time you hear my sigh.

All excited, she came to him and knelt behind. The woman was moaning and sighing, and Lada was following the command. She didn't hit too hard, but his buttocks still turned slightly red. He was sighing too, enjoying the submission. She looked for the woman's approval with her gaze, then grabbed his cock, still kneeling behind him. He sighed and groaned deeply. She teased him with one hand while with the other she ran the whip over his ass. Suddenly, the woman pushed him away, and he found himself on the floor next to Lada. He looked at her sadly while his erect cock bounced.

- Stay there and be quiet, just watch - she commanded him again.
She called Lada to her on the bed and kissed her again. He stood still and watched them. He didn't try anything, not even asking for permission to touch himself. They kissed and caressed, rubbing against each other.

Lada kissed her breasts, nibbling on her nipples. They both moaned, and he didn't move. They turned into the "69" position and began to caress and kiss. They both gasped and trembled, enjoying, moaning. They didn't want to climax, so they stopped. His spear was eagerly waiting.
      
- Crawl over here - the woman said. They knelt on the bed in front of him, turning their butts to him.
- Fuck us, a little one, a little the other. And don't make us remind you. Make sure we are both satisfied.
He immediately plunged his swollen, wild cock into the woman, burying himself to the hilt. Meanwhile, Lada was running the whip over her lips, and then she said:
- Enough, now a little me.
He immediately switched to her ready hole, filling her up. She sighed with satisfaction and commanded:
- Fuck me hard - and she hit him with the whip on the side in rhythm with the entries and exits of his cock.
     - Don't you dare climax; you will climax when we allow you! - she issued the command again.

She felt the orgasm coming, and the woman lay beneath her, teasing her with her tongue. She climaxed endlessly, in waves, in sequences, and then quickly pulled away from his swollen cock full of her juices and directed it into the woman's wet pussy. He waited, and when he got permission, he started fucking at a crazy rhythm. Sweat dripped from all, sighs mixed, the air was filled with sex. When the woman climaxed with screams, she allowed him to play a little more with his cock. He firmly ran his hand over his tool and trembled with pleasure. Meanwhile, the woman knelt and turned her butt back to him.

- Come on, fuck me in the ass, but now you can climax too - she told him and positioned her hole. Gratefully, he rushed between her buttocks, entering her deeply right away. He was going in and out, enjoying and groaning, panting. He felt the orgasm coming. He climaxed loudly, groaning and holding her by the hips. She was thrusting against him, teasing her clitoris, gasping in a new orgasm. They collapsed onto the bed from exhaustion. Lada continued to caress herself while watching them, but she didn't want to climax. She got dressed and said goodbye to them. As she was leaving, her pussy was lightly "itching" because she didn't climax. She loved that tingling and teasing sensation and enjoyed it while sitting on the tram. There were few passengers because it was late, and she sat in the back row. She tightened her vaginal muscles, and with the tram's jolting, which intensified her pleasure, without a sigh or external sign, she tightened her legs and climaxed. So who says that riding the tram doesn't bring pleasure?