Scat Goddess Amanda gazed lovingly at her fullback cotton panties, her mind consumed with thoughts of her devoted worshiper. She had been wearing these panties for several days, allowing her juices to soak into the fabric, her scent filling the room. The smell of her wetness and the lingering taste of her exhaustion mixed with excitement sent shivers down her spine.
As she ran her fingers along the lace trim, imagining him running his tongue over every inch of the same fabric, she couldn't help but smile. She knew he was obsessed with her, would do anything to please her. The idea of him kneeling before her, his face buried deep in her crotch, was both arousing and intoxicating.
Her panties were more than just undergarments, they were a part of her, an extension of her body. And she wanted him to experience every inch of that. She pictured him taking the soiled garment, his nose nearly touching the stains, inhaling deeply, tasting her essence. His tongue would trace the shapes of her stains, teasing and tantalizing her.
With a sigh, she imagined him moving up, kissing her thighs, her stomach, and finally her lips. Their tongues danced together, their breaths heavy with desire. She pulled away, looking into his eyes full of love and devotion. "Clean up my panties," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
She watched as he jumped to attention, his cock twitching in anticipation. With shaking hands, he lifted the delicate fabric to his face, breathing in deeply once more. His tongue flicked out, tracing the stains left by her ass and pussy, cleaning her up. He worked diligently, his tongue pressing deeper into the fabric, feasting on her essence.
As he finished, he held the panties up to his face, breathing in one last time before placing them gently on the alter before her. His eyes never leaving hers, he began to undress, teasing her with each piece of clothing he removed. When he was finally naked, she could see the desire in his eyes, the need to please her.
Slowly, she approached him, running her fingers through his hair, down his back. She straddled him, feeling his hard cock press against her wetness. With a wicked grin, she lowered herself slowly, taking him inside her. She began to ride him, their hips moving in sync, their moans filling the room.
As she felt herself getting closer to her climax, she pushed him onto his back, mounting him once more. This time, she rode him harder, faster, her movements jarring. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer, their bodies slamming together.
With a loud cry, she came, her pussy clenching around his cock. As she rode out her orgasm, she leaned down, her lips sealing around his cock. She took him deep inside her mouth, tasting herself on him. His moans echoed in the room as he let go, filling her mouth with his warm, sticky cum.
Finally, spent, they collapsed together, their breathing heavy. Amanda smiled, content knowing that he would be waiting patiently for her next command.
