I slid my knees apart and lowered myself, resting the palms of my hands on the floor for balance. Slowly, I descended on Mr Loverman's waiting face, until I could feel my sparse bush graze against his chin. I arced my back and rubbed it up and down a few times, flattening myself so that my bush slipped upwards and onto his waiting mouth. He kissed me tentatively, as though waiting to be admonished for his intemperance. I rested myself against him, my bush flattened against his mouth and nose, pussy agonisingly out of his reach, and pressed hard, squashing his nose with my pelvic bone.

By now I was hot and bothered, my slow, steady teasing of the prone Mr Loverman having a similarly sensual effect on me. I sat upright again and moved forward, until my pussy was perched above his face. His breath was directed straight onto my lips, wisping against them, its heat chilling instantly on contact with my juices and heightening the sensations, as though tiny pinpricks were being teased into me. I lowered myself.

Straight onto his mouth. I slid around, covering his face with my juices, suffusing him with the aromas of my desire, and then rocked back and forward slowly, rubbing my pussy up and down his mouth, feeling his nose graze against my clit. His tongue probed forward inquisitively, and when I did not forbid it he pressed more insistently, easing it between my labia, probing as deep as he could. At this stage, I did not let him get too far. Plenty of time for that.

I continued to thrust above him, ensuring that his nose was hard against me. The sensations of his prominent cartilage forced against my clit were delicious; as I rocked and rolled, I fucked up and down the length of his nose, feeling it slide either side of my hooded clitoris. I could feel his tongue sliding along my labia, the rough surface electric against my sensitised skin, and occasionally I could tell that Mr Loverman had pulled one of my lips into his mouth, sucking on it, gripping it in his teeth. Mostly, though, the sensations merged into one another, creating a generalised thrust of pleasure throughout my body.

The backs of my legs were getting tired, and through my skirt I gripped the top of his head and adjusted my position on my new perch, so that his nose was hard against my clit, then sat down with a flourish. I was now fixed firmly on top of him, pressing hard, the entire weight of my body on his face. My pussy was directly on top of his open mouth, sealing it completely, offering no prospect of escape. Mr Loverman was now totally under my control. As I sat forward, squashing myself against him, blocking his nasal passage, he was unable to breathe and could do nothing but service his Mistress. His tongue probed deep inside my pussy, pressing forward as far as it could extend, while I ground myself on his nose.

After about a minute, I sat back a fraction and allowed him some air through his nose. He inhaled sharply and as soon as he had done so I pushed forward again, sealing him up once more. Time after time, minute after minute, I pleasured myself on his face, allowing him the occasional respite for air before sinking on to him once more.

After some time, my legs began to tire again, and I felt them cramp up. Reluctantly, I relinquished my exalted position atop my faithful servant and repositioned myself. I swung my legs around and stretched them in front of me, resting on my hands again for balance. I planted my feet on the carpet, legs splayed, and sat down once more. Still resting my weight on my hands, I settled myself into position, and when I was comfortable I lifted my hands from the carpet and sat forward. Mr Loverman's nose was now pressed hard against the base of my pussy and my arse was ground onto his mouth. Again, my full weight was resting on his face, and again he was unable to breath until I permitted it.

Mr Loverman's tongue was stroking the flesh of my arse, riding up and down my cleft. I grabbed my bum cheeks and pulled upwards, and immediately sank down onto his face, so that he was now completely wedged between my globes. His mouth was now pressed hard against me, and I felt his tongue explore, stroking up and down between my pussy lips and my hole. I eased back for a moment to give him air, and then thrust myself down on him as hard as I could. His tongue snaked out of his mouth again, and I felt it press against me, push at my hole, probing for entrance. I pulled my cheeks apart again, opening up my passage, and instantly his tongue slid a fraction inside me. I felt its silvery, sliding presence and pressed down, forcing it deeper. Gripping my arse and opening myself as far as I could, I pushed on my sphincter muscles and finally, after a couple of minutes effort, Mr Loverman's tongue was trapped firmly deep inside my arse.

He pushed his tongue against me, wriggling it as best he could within its tight confines, and I could feel it writhing and rocking inside me. I had no idea when I last allowed him to breath, and at that moment I didn't care. I pressed my hand to my clit and frenziedly rubbed my fingers either side of it, feeling it hard and swollen to my touch. The most extraordinary sensations began to skim through my body, starting from my bowels, rather than the pit of my stomach, as was usually the case, and wave after wave of excitement began to mass within me, bubbling up and rushing, seething and writhing, but never, not quite, never finally exploding over the top into my climax. It was exhilarating, exciting and frustrating all at once. I was so close, but somehow couldn't quite come.

My heels were digging into the carpet, and I was riding Mr Loverman's face like Roy Rogers on Trigger. I scratched my nail on my clitoris and finally, finally, I exploded, the pent-up sensations which had been racking my bowels suddenly expelled throughout my body. In waves, they pulsed down my legs and up to my breasts, and into my brain, in pulses they crashed down to every extremity. I screamed and momentarily took leave of my senses, became unaware of anything except the turmoil renting my body: I became my climax, was so overtaken by it that nothing else existed except for the moment of release. Sobbing, throbbing, I felt the sensations ebb and I was left with a flush, my body tingling and alive, and the memory of the most amazing climax etched forever in my mind.

"Mr Loverman," I sighed, "you did very well. Would you like to breathe now?"