Tasha My Teenage Mistress

Tasha My Teenage Mistress

It was late at night when I finally arrived at the hotel where I had arranged to meet my teenage mistress, Tasha. I’d been looking forward to this night for weeks and my heart raced with anticipation. I quickly checked in and made my way up to the room, eager to get the night started.

As I opened the door to the room, I was taken aback by her beauty. She was even more gorgeous than I remembered, in her tight fitting latex dress and thigh-high boots. She gave me a shy smile and stepped forward, folding her hands behind her back. I could feel the electricity between us and I knew the night was going to be an unforgettable experience.

Without speaking, I walked up to her and took her in my arms. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, and I felt her body trembling against mine. I cupped her face in my hands, exploring her mouth with my tongue. Our kiss deepened and I felt her whole body respond.

I pulled away and stepped back, allowing my eyes to roam over her body. She blushed under the intensity of my gaze, but I could see the desire in her eyes. I took her hand and led her to the bed, pushing her onto the soft sheets. I removed my shirt and unbuckled my belt, before dropping my pants to the floor. She gasped as she saw my aroused body and I heard her breath catch when I leaned in to kiss her neck.

I moved lower, trailing my lips and tongue over her bare skin. She moaned in pleasure as I licked and sucked at her nipples, while my hands roamed her body. Finally, I reached her inner thigh and began to move higher, teasing her wet pussy with my tongue. She writhed beneath me as I licked and sucked her most sensitive areas.

I could feel her pleasure building and she begged me to take her. I followed her request and sank my hard cock deep inside her tight wet walls. Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony, faster and faster until we both reached our climax together.

We lay there for a few minutes afterwards, listening to each other’s breathing. Eventually, I rolled off her and we curled into each other’s arms, content to just lie in silence.

The night had been more than I could have hoped for. Tasha was an incredible lover, and I could still feel the afterglow of our passionate sex session. I knew that this night would live with me forever.

Thank you, Tasha – my teenage mistress.