Chapter 100
Ray pushed his tongue out further. The tip brushed against Milady’s already glossy pussy lips. Warm. Slippery. Clear fluid stuck right to his tongue—kinda thick and sweet.
He pressed in deeper, dragging his tongue slow from the bottom up along that wet slit. The thin little hairs around it were soaked and sticky, clinging to the pale skin of her inner thighs. Her pussy lips were slightly parted, the inside pink and shiny with more juice that kept leaking every time his tongue moved.
Milady sucked in a sharp breath. The hand in Ray’s hair shoved his head closer, forcing his face right into it. From where he was kneeling he could clearly see her flat stomach rising and falling, that tiny waist, and the bottom of her blouse slightly lifted. Her jeans and panties were still hanging around her thighs, the fabric wet and stuck to her skin.
Ray opened his mouth wider. His tongue swept harder, catching her clit that was already a little swollen. Every time he dragged over that spot her thighs trembled. Fresh juice spilled out, running slow down his chin and dripping onto the bathroom floor.
Milady looked down at him. Her face still looked cold, but her cheeks were a little flushed. Lips parted, breathing shorter. One hand stayed in his hair, the other pressed against the stall wall to keep herself steady.
"Deeper," she ordered, voice low and rough.
Ray obeyed. He mashed his face tighter, nose buried in the thin hairs, tongue sliding into the hot, soaked slit. He licked inside, feeling the soft walls pulsing around him. Every stroke made wet sounds that were loud as hell in the tiny stall. More and more juice flooded his mouth, chin, even his neck.
From his angle he could see exactly how her pussy twitched every time his tongue hit the right spot. The lips were getting plumper, shiny pink, thin streams of fluid running every time he pulled his tongue out. Her open thighs shivered, the muscles inside tensing up.
Milady lifted one leg and planted her knee on Ray’s shoulder, spreading herself wider. Now her pussy was right in his face, fully open. He could see everything—swollen clit, the slit still leaking, the little hole twitching softly.
Ray swallowed the mix of spit and her juices, then stuck his tongue out again. This time more aggressive. Fast licks on her clit, then down the whole slit, pushing inside, pulling out, repeating faster and faster. His mouth was soaked. Chin and neck glistening.
Milady bit her bottom lip. Eyes half-lidded, but still staring down at Ray’s face buried in her pussy. The hand in his hair pressed harder, keeping his tongue right where it was.
"Don’t stop," she whispered.
Ray didn’t. Tongue kept working—licking, soft sucking, pressing. Juice kept coming, thicker, more of it. Kneeling on the dirty bathroom floor with his jeans still around his knees and his cock hard again, Ray just held onto her tiny waist and kept going while above him Milady stood there trying to keep that proud look on her face even though her body was starting to shake.
Suddenly the bathroom door outside creaked hard.
Footsteps came in. Two, three steps on the tile. Faint sound of a zipper, then piss hitting the urinal.
Milady went rigid. Whole body locked up. The hand in Ray’s hair shoved his head even deeper into her crotch like she was trying to shut herself up with his face. Lips pressed tight, teeth biting her bottom lip white. Breath trapped in her chest.
Ray felt the change. Her thighs that had been trembling went rock-hard against his head. The juice that had been flowing free suddenly felt thicker because every muscle was clenched. From below he could see her flat stomach rising and falling faster, but she was fighting hard not to make a sound.
The footsteps outside moved. The guy was standing at the urinal, still pissing. The sound kept going.
Ray didn’t stop.
Instead his tongue got nastier. He dragged hard over her clit with deeper pressure, then softly sucked the swollen tip. Tiny wet sounds still came from his mouth—almost lost under the noise of piss outside, but enough to make her thighs shake hard.
Milady bit the back of her own hand. Eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowed. She looked down at Ray with a messed-up mix of anger, panic, and pure lust. Fingers in his hair dug harder, nails scraping his scalp like a warning to stop. But Ray just licked deeper, tongue pushing into the hot slit, sweeping the pulsing walls, then out again to suck her clit in an uneven rhythm on purpose.
Outside the piss stopped. Zipper sound going up. Footsteps moved again—closer to the row of stalls.
Milady held her breath completely. Chest frozen. Only the muscles in her thighs kept trembling every time Ray’s tongue hit a sensitive spot. Juice was still dripping, soaking his chin and neck, but she didn’t dare make a sound. Just a trapped little moan stuck in her throat, almost like a forced-dead whimper.
The footsteps stopped right in front of their stall.
Silence.
Ray could feel her heartbeat through the stomach pressed against his forehead. Her small body was completely tense. The jeans still hanging on her thighs shifted a little from the shaking. From his knees he could clearly see her wet pussy lips softly pulsing, like they were pissed about having to stay quiet.
The guy outside seemed to be checking if any stalls were empty. Light knock on the stall next door.
Milady closed her eyes. Free hand went up to cover her own mouth tight. Ray picked that exact moment to press harder on her clit, rubbing with small fast movements, deliberately making more juice spill out. The barely-there wet sound still reached them—just enough that she bit her own finger almost hard enough to draw blood.
Those seconds felt endless.
Then the footsteps moved away. Bathroom door opened again, then closed.
Silence returned. Only Milady’s breath finally coming out slow, still held back, still scared.
But Ray still wasn’t done. His tongue kept moving underneath—deeper, wetter—like he was using every last bit of that leftover tension hanging in the cramped bathroom air.
Milady was still holding her breath when Ray’s tongue went deeper again. The almost-getting-caught tension hadn’t fully left. Her thighs were still stiff, fingers still clenched tight in his hair, but the juice coming out of her pussy was even more. Warm, thick, running straight onto his tongue and chin.
Ray felt the pulsing get faster. He gave her zero break. Tongue pressing her swollen clit with short quick strokes, sometimes sucking hard enough that her pussy lips got pulled along. The wet sounds that had been held back started coming out soft again in the quiet stall.
Milady bit the back of her hand harder. Shoulders shaking. Stomach rising and falling all over the place. From his knees Ray could clearly see the muscles in her inner thighs tensing and relaxing, her pink pussy lips throbbing hard, and clear fluid starting to pour heavier—dripping down his chin, his neck, onto his shirt.
The hand in his hair shoved his head tighter. Almost drowning his face in it.
"Don’t... pull away..." her voice was rough, broken, still trying to stay quiet.
Ray listened. Opened his mouth wider, licking and sucking nonstop. Tongue pushed deeper, feeling the walls contracting harder. Every pulse shot a little more juice onto his tongue.
Milady dropped her forehead against the stall wall. Her breath finally cracked into a trapped moan. Body went completely rigid. Thighs clamped around Ray’s head. Fingers in his hair gripped until it hurt.
Then she came.
Juice poured out heavier than before—warm, a little thick, gushing straight into Ray’s open mouth. Not just regular wet. A lot. Flooding his tongue, his throat, forcing him to swallow or choke.
Milady pressed his head deeper, not giving him room to pull back. "Drink," she ordered short, voice still shaking from the orgasm.
Ray had no choice. Mouth full. Warm fluid kept coming, mixed with spit, running down his throat. He swallowed once, twice, three times. Tasted sweet-sour, warm, and real thick on his tongue. Some still leaked from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin and neck, but most of it he had to swallow because her hand wasn’t letting up.
The pulsing in her pussy kept going. Every contraction shot a little more onto his tongue. He kept swallowing, only able to breathe through his nose pressed into the soaked thin hairs. Eyes watering a little from having to keep swallowing, but he didn’t pull his face away.
Milady was still shaking above him. Thighs trembling hard, the knee on his shoulder almost giving out. Breath short and hot. Hand still pressing his head, making sure none of it went to waste.
Only after the last pulses faded did the pressure on his head ease a little. But she still didn’t fully let go. She stood there with her softly twitching pussy right in front of Ray’s face, leftover juice still dripping thin onto his outstretched tongue.
Ray swallowed one more time, clearing what was left in his mouth. Chin and neck completely soaked. Breathing still uneven. His cock hard and throbbing again underneath, but he stayed on his knees, waiting for the next order.