Molly lounged leisurely on the softness of the plush, black velvet sofa in our living room, her smooth, slender legs crossed at the ankles. I couldn't help but stare at her feet. She knew just how much I loved her feet. Her soles were my favourite, but her toes looked so tantalising with their nails painted white. The red strapless bikini top perfectly accentuated her small breasts, the vibrant colour contrasting in perfect sharpness with her soft, pale skin. Her frizzy ginger hair cascaded down to her collarbone, framing the delicate features of her face. Her deep blue eyes, sharp and calculating, were glued to her phone screen as she scrolled intently through Tinder, her thumb swiping left and right with practised ease. Focused on the men she found most attractive or that she felt had the right dominant vibe. Molly wanted someone who could take her, use her, but in a way that was full of respect, sensuality, and gentleness. Someone who could truly earn her submission. Earn her body.

I knelt patiently at her feet, my hands starting to massage her soles. She let out a small, satisfied moan but didn't look away from her screen. I was completely naked, a stark contrast to Molly's outfit, acting like a censor to prevent me from seeing her gorgeous body. I wasn't worthy.

"You know what I want, my perfect little cuck," Molly suddenly murmured without looking up from her phone. Her words sent a jolt of arousal through my body and filled my chest with a warm, loving feeling. I needed to give her everything. Her voice was so calm, almost indifferent to me, but there was an underlying command in her tone that I loved. That made my need to please her even greater than it already was. I didn't even know that that was possible.

Slowly, I leaned forward, my lips brushing against the sensitive skin just above her navel piercing. I wanted to take my time. Worship her. Give her the best that I could. I kissed the piercing gently, feeling the cool metal against my lips. Molly didn't give me the slightest reaction, her attention still focused on the men vying for her attention on Tinder. She knew that being free use for her and being ignored as I pleasured her were two very big fantasies for me.

I continued my worship, kissing and licking my way down her lower stomach to the apex of her strong thighs. I could feel the heat radiating from her cunt, the scent of her arousal filling my nostrils. I craved the taste of her wetness so badly. Placing her my big hands on Molly's thighs, I massaged her soft legs, kneading my fingers over her muscles. I heard Molly let out a small whimper of pleasure as I started to take small bites of her flesh, sucking to leave my mark on her skin. Wanting to make sure she had a reminder of just how devoted to pleasing her I was. Slowly working my way up from her thighs to the edge of the perfect, wet cunt.

Molly suggestively parted her thighs a little wider, my fingers trembling as they brushed against the soft, smooth skin of her inner thighs. She was making it very clear what she wanted me to do. I was more than happy to oblige. Going down on Molly was my favourite sexual act. She shifted slightly, her hips rolling in response to my touch. She still hadn't looked down at me, her blue eyes still scanning the men's profiles on her phone screen. Every now and then she would let out a little moan of approval at the men on the screen or make a remark about how attractive they were.

I tried to look up into Molly's eyes as I brought my mouth to the warm, wet lips of my girlfriend's cunt. She tasted too good. Her wetness almost dripping from her. I ran my tongue over her labia, licking and sucking it. Teasing my tongue around her. Taking my time to explore each of her biggest pleasure points. My tongue pushed hungrily between the lips, then lifted up and ran over her clit. She thrusted herself against my face, grinded against it back and forth, massaging herself with my tongue.

"Mmmm, please don't stop," she moaned softly, her voice barely audible. Molly was finding it harder to hide her pleasure. That feeling made me want to pleasure her even more. "I want you to worship me while I find our next bull."

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. Molly was really taking to her role of cuckoldress, and I loved it. My mind flooded with where our new dynamic might go. How it would be when she finally fucked another man. I knew what she meant by 'worship.' It wasn't just about pleasing her physically; it was about submitting myself to her completely, giving her control over my desires and my body. I was more than happy to give her that. I wanted it more than anything. She deserves only the best.

I lowered my head a little further, my tongue darting out hungrily to taste the slick wetness gathering at the entrance of her cunt. I just couldn't get enough of her, and she could feel it. Molly moaned a little louder, her delicate fingers tightening their grip on her phone as she felt my warm breath against her. She finally glanced down at me, too turned on to ignore me any longer, the deep blue of her eyes darkening with animalistic desire.

"That's it, cuck," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "Such a good boy. Show me just how much you love pleasing me." Molly looked down again and was surprised to find her soft hands gripping in the my short, dirty blonde hair. She was pushing my head deeper into her wet cunt. Letting herself give in to her need. Forcing my mouth to suck at her. Pleasure her as if it was more important to me than breathing. Each sweep of my firm, moist tongue cleaning her lips and her clit. Leaving a string of wetness from her to my tongue and down my chin.

I obeyed her demand, my tongue flicking out to trace the length of her slit. I was totally lost in the taste of her arousal, the tangy sweetness of her wetness satisfying something deep within me. I groaned softly, my cock standing solid before her, in desperate need of touch but unwilling to do so without permission. I had never felt her so wet, the masterpiece of her curved hips bucking slightly in response to my efforts.

Molly's fingers tightened even more around her phone, feeling as if her grip could break it, still attempting to focus on her thumb swiping on each profile. She was finding so many men that she felt could fulfill her needs. She thought about how I would be there to clean up the mess afterward.

She watched as I continued to lick and suck at her sensitive, swollen clit, my movements becoming more and more desperate as I gave everything I had to bring her to orgasm. She could feel the pressure building inside her, the need to come overwhelming all of her senses. But she somehow held back, wanting to savour the moment, wanting to make me work for it.

"Is that really the best you can do?" she laughed, her voice awakening an even deeper submission in me. "Make me cum, cuck."

I did my best to obey as I moaned against her cunt. sucking and licking. The vibrations of my moans giving Molly even more pleasure. I took my fingers, parted her engorged lips, and inserted two fingers inside her. "Holy fuck, Goddess! You're so wet." My fingers curling up inside her and stroking her G-spot.

With a cry of release, Molly felt a wave of cum leave her body and cover her my mouth and fingers. Her body arching and quaking off the sofa as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. I continued to lap at her, drinking in her wetness as she rode out her orgasm. Her thighs tightening over and over against my cheeks. I could feel her muscles clenching around my fingers, the intensity of her pleasure driving me wild.

When Molly finally collapsed back onto the sofa, spent and satisfied, I pulled back, my face flushed with exertion. She smiled and laughed with a deeply intense pleasure. Still on my knees, I looked up at her, my eyes filled with adoration and submission. Molly looked down and smiled at my blushed, wet face. Her blue eyes sparkled wonderfully with pleasure and triumph.

"Good boy," she praised, her voice soft and approving. Almost patting my head that still waited between her thighs. The smell of her pleasure driving me even more wild. "Now, go get cleaned up, my perfect little cuck. I think I found our first bull."

I nodded, filled with a pleasurable mix of excitement and nervousness. I knew what was to come, and I couldn't wait to see it unfold. As I stood and made my way to the bathroom, Molly returned to her phone, clearly now messaging someone.