I've said before that Fetishdoll is an intensely sensual person, exuding sexuality even when she wasn't trying. You should see her when she is trying, when she's naked and hot, rampant and fervent. She is like nothing I've ever known, a veritable powerhouse of carnal lust, dramatic, intense and passionate. I was left numb and limp at the end of our session, trembling with excitement, exhausted and drained.

I led her from the living room along the corridor to my bedroom and took her hand demurely as I led her in. From that moment, any notion I had of a gentle sexual encounter evaporated. Fetishdoll was wearing only a shirt, of which she divested herself almost before we were across the threshold. I closed the curtains and turned on the bedside lamp, throwing an easy, gentle glow on the room. I stared at Fetishdoll, my Fetishdoll as I now told myself, and was dumbstruck by her beauty. Her tiny, taut breasts stared proudly at me, perfectly upturned nipples already erect. Her little pussy was completely bare and peered lasciviously from between her legs. In normal circumstances I might have started crying at this point, the poignancy of the moment overtaking me. No chance of that with Fetishdoll.

She grabbed me and threw me on the bed, before launching herself onto it beside me. She began tugging at my clothing immediately, her hot breath on my neck and chest. As she tugged at my blouse, pulling it from my skirt and impatiently undoing the buttons, I tried to assist her by raising my body to help her remove it from me. The removal of my bra was the work of seconds, and before I had time to accustom myself to my unclothed state Fetishdoll began her attack on my skirt. Almost before I knew she had begun, my skirt and slip were at my ankles, and I was laid on the bed, naked apart from my panties. It was the work of seconds before they, too, were gone.

Fetishdoll was all over me, her mouth traversing my body, tongue outstretched, leaving its erotic trail over every inch of my body. She seemed never to stop, her body a perpetual motion machine devoted to pleasuring me. I was in heaven. I had never known anything like it, nothing as passionate, as animalistic as Fetishdoll's attack on my senses.

Mostly she used the tip of her tongue to probe and investigate my body, but now and again she would lap at me with it, and her tongue stud rasped against me, dragging into my flesh, exerting a delicious frisson of pain overlapping the pleasure. I was splayed on the bed, with Fetishdoll above me and, it seemed, all around me, a whirling dervish who seemed to be pleasuring every part of me all at once. My God, it was like being ravished by an octopus.

She took my breast into her mouth, sucking hard on my prominent, jutting nipple, biting at my flesh and closing her mouth, dragging her teeth across me, before gripping my nipple again. Meanwhile her left hand was stroking my face, her thumb in my mouth, which I sucked and tongued. Her right hand was gripping my other tit, squeezing it, cajoling my nipple, rolling it between her fingers. Her third, fourth and fifth hands appeared to working their magic elsewhere on my ultra-sensitive body.

She began to lick away from my breast, lapping at my stomach, poking her tongue into my belly-button and making me squirm. As she did so she turned so that she was sitting at 90 degrees to my prone body, which allowed me to reach out and stroke her firm bum, running my hand up and down those sweet curves, slipping my fingers into her delicious crack. Her tongue was travelling southwards, stud rasping against my flat belly as she headed towards my eager pussy. She snorted derisively as she came to my pussy hair, trimmed as it is into a heart shape. I gave her a playful slap on the arse.

"Mmm, yes please," she said, before renewing her attack on my vitals.

Her tongue rolled over my trimmed bush, as she breathed in my aroma. There was no teasing, or toying with me, running her tongue all around but not quite touching my aching lips. None of that with Fetishdoll, not on this occasion anyway. She dived straight in, her tongue parting my engorged labia, lapping eagerly at my by now copious juices. The feel of her tongue probing me, stimulating me, and her mouth gnawing at me, drawing my lips into her, sucking, squeezing, was so intense that I came on the spot, ejaculating a tiny spurt into Fetishdoll's eager and surprised mouth. It's something I don't often do, only when I am extremely turned on.

Fetishdoll moved to straddle me, her perfect pussy hovering enticingly above me as we formed a delicious 69. She lowered herself onto me, grinding her pussy onto my face, smothering me with her gorgeous body. Taking my lead from her, I delved straight in, my tongue straining to reach deep inside her. Her aroma as I parted her pink, puffy lips was heavenly, a sweet musky distillation of the very core of her sexuality. I rasped my tongue up and down between her lips, drawing her sweet fluids into me, delighting in the hotness of her flesh. She was pressing heavily against me, and I was having difficulty breathing, not that it concerned me greatly. I didn't have time to breathe, I had too much to explore.

Fetishdoll's tongue was rolling up and down my outer lips, gradually edging further downwards with each lap, until she was concentrating on my arse, kissing and stroking the area between my pussy and my hole. This drove me wild, as it is such a sensitive area, and I buried myself even deeper into her pussy, my nose wedged between her bum cheeks. I felt her fingers begin to stroke my arse, caressing me in time with her tongue's similar ministrations. They began to circle close to my hole and finally started to press firmly against it. She ran her finger against my pussy to give it some lubrication from my juices and slid it inside my arsehole. As she continued to tongue my pussy she pumped her finger in and out of me, probing deeper and deeper, down to her knuckle. God, the feeling was sensational, so intense. The feelings in my pussy spread all through my body, until every part of me felt like it was orgasming.

Fetishdoll's actions had moved her body further downwards, making it more difficult for me to reach her with my tongue. I pulled her flat against me, so that she was lying, her entire weight on me. That felt so good. I could now reach my tongue downwards towards her clit, which I was anxious to discover and investigate. As my tongue slipped up her wet lips and found its goal, I felt something cold and hard amidst the soft warmth of her pussy. Fetishdoll's clit hood was pierced, and my tongue rubbed against the little ring, running circles around it. I managed to grip it with my lips and pulled gently. Fetishdoll emitted a low groan of pleasure and I repeated the act, a little harder. I alternated between licking around her clit, sucking it into my mouth, and playing with her clit ring, pulling at it, stretching her hood. Occasionally the movement would rub it directly against her clit and she would jump with pained pleasure.

She was beginning to ream me faster, her tongue slurping and sucking my pussy with reckless abandon, and I could tell that she was close to coming. I speeded up my actions to mimic hers, pulling her clit deeply into my mouth and sucking as hard as I could, with my tongue resting against it, drawing circles around it. Fetishdoll bucked above me, her knees drawing upwards. She pushed her finger as far as she could into my arse and began to wiggle it inside me, while her mouth clasped itself to my stiff clit, sucking fiercely. I went rigid as a huge climax ripped through me, shattering and wonderful, sending me off into paroxysms of unknown intensity. Fetishdoll, likewise, was riven by an orgasm, screaming and grinding her pussy into my face. We continued for, God, I've no idea how long, the sensations coming and coming, the moment infinite, the situation perfect. As we plateaued and came back to ground we lay as we were for some minutes, too exhausted to move. Or so I thought.

"Wow, girl, that was some start," Fetishdoll said. "Thank God we've got all night. I think you're going to be phoning in sick tomorrow..."