Patreon Compilation – Fic#137 – Moira/Mercy – Dom/sub; low sex drive; cunnilingus; orgasm denial – Adequate (Patreon)

Moira/Mercy – Moira is Mercy's Dom and a hardass to boot. She has a pretty low sex drive, mostly just humoring Angela whenever the mood strikes.

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Angela surges forward as soon as Moira’s pussy is visible; ever the greedy little bitch. Moira has anticipated the move, however, the heel of her hand slamming more or less gently into Angela’s forehead to dissuade her from getting further.

“Do not,” Moira crisply enunciates every word, “drool on my pants this time. You will regret it, if you do.”

She can not see Angela’s face beneath the desk, but she does nod slowly against Moira’s hand. It feels contrite enough that Moira pulls her hand back, satisfied with her sway over the other doctor. Instead, she spreads her knees as far as her pants will allow and spreads her pussy with two long fingers for her.

“Go on, then.” She makes sure to sound bored. She needs to drive home that she is doing this not for her own benefit, but for Angela’s. Because Angela is the greedy little nymphomaniac out of the two of them. Moira honestly could take it or leave it. Sexual gratification is not on the forefront of her mind by any stretch of the imagination.

Angela’s soft mouth presses against her, giving a sloppy kiss to Moira’s clit. It has the toes curl in her polished shoes, but she doesn’t make a sound. It would defeat the whole purpose of this to start moaning like an idiot and humping the girl’s face.

It would make Angela feel too smug… and Moira’s whole purpose here is to put her down and show her that she is not God’s gift to mankind, like the rest of this sorry troupe seems hellbent on making her feel.

Admittedly… she makes it rather difficult. Angela’s slippery little tongue is out next after the kiss, lapping through Moira’s gash from bottom to top. Then again. And again. She makes sure Moira is nice and wet, the tip of her tongue fluttering against her entrance like she is already flirting with the thought of tongue fucking her.

The earlier warning is still present, though. Angie knows that she is not the neatest girl when she eats out pussy… she has to be conscious of how much she is drooling as she suckles one of Moira’s labia between her lips, obviously thinking about her next move.

Moira tries to just ignore her for now, eyes moving to the screen of Angela’s computer; mouth twitching. Oh… she can do a bit of damage here while the little slut eats her out. That’ll be fun.

Moira starts to pull up a few hentai sites, trying to find something to get her low libido going after all but not too interested anyway. Angela is doing – though she would never admit to it – a pretty good job down there. Her tongue is now rounding Moira’s clit, plump lips sealing around it in a suckling kiss every now and then. Whenever that happens, Moira feels like electricity is running through her body, her entrance clenching down on nothing but the very tips of Angela’s curious fingers.

Moira’s hand slips beneath the desk. She can’t help but play with Angela’s hair… it is soft between her long fingers, the strands just long and curly enough to twine around and around and around… it is hypnotising.

Moira doesn’t necessarily do good with sitting down and not doing anything – she has a ton of research still to do – but she could see herself wanting to relax with Angela’s head on her thigh like the puppy she is, petting her hair.

She moves on from the hentai to some other stuff, though she leaves the nasty sites open just for Angela later. She will absolutely hate knowing that Moira used her work pc for this kind of stuff.

Especially knowing that Morrison is a disgusting old man that will monitor her internet history. Angela grins to herself, wholly satisfied as she pulls up a few manga she has been keeping abreast with to get herself up to date while beneath the table, Angela has moved on to gently slipping her two fingers.

She slides them deep, the tips rubbing against the soft insides of Moira’s pussy while she puts her silky cheek against the inside of her thigh to watch up close and personal as she slowly fingerfucks her Dom.

Moira closes her eyes, slim nostrils flaring as she takes a deep breath to try and calm herself down. She might have a low libido… but unfortunately Angela is very skilled in what she is doing. She knows exactly where to push and rub to have Moira break out in goosebumps and her abdomen feel very hot and needy.

She keeps curling Angela’s hair around her fingers. It is calming her down enough to pull back from the brink of orgasm.

“You are so needy,” she mutters, infusing her voice with the appropriate amount of disgust. “You should be more professional. Instead you are cowering beneath your own desk begging to be allowed to touch me.”

Moira leans back a little to peer beneath the desk, one sharp red eyebrow lifted derisively.

Angela’s face has become pink and a bit shiny with sweat. It’s a far cry from her usual composed, cool demeanor. Moira can’t deny that it somewhat… affects her. At the very least it is a very intriguing look.

Angela looks up at her, blue eyes a bit glassy. Moira scoffs. She grabs a hold of Angela’s hair and pulls her in, pushing her mouth against her pussy.

“Go on and use your mouth at least. Do you want me to fall asleep or something?”

Angela’s brows pull together in a frown. What Moira can see of her face looks determined as she opens her mouth wide to take all of Moira’s little peach in and drag her tongue through her gash.

Moira’s breath catches, thighs lightly trembling as Angela keeps focusing the lashes of her warm, silky tongue on Moira’s clit, rounding it and pressing against it in no particular rhythm that Moira could get used to.

Maybe she’s been playing this game one too many times… it wouldn’t do for Angela to become too proficient in catching Moira on the wrong foot. She’d have to put the bratty little girl into her place…

Later.

For now, Moira lightly digs her sharp nails against Angela’s scalp, just this side of not-painful, keeping her mashed against her pussy and pretending like the drag of her precocious tongue isn’t making her toes curl in her shoes until her calves start cramping.

Goodness… it’s been a while that she felt like this. Her eyes glance over the manga she has been reading before she just stares at the top of the desk, struggling to find her cool while Angela tries so very hard to get a rise out of her.

It’s always been the little brat’s ultimate goal; Moira has no idea why, but it gets her rocks off just to know that she had been able to get a rise out of Moira. Much more than wanting her own gratification, he wants her Mistress’ gratification – and she wants to feel every inch of it. She loves sticking her naughty little fingers deep into Moira’s cunt and feel her twitch and contract as she comes…

And just because she knows this, Moira holds on to her orgasms with an iron grip. It wouldn’t do to overly indulge Angela. She already thinks she is such a good little girl… getting praised by everyone she runs across… It is Moira’s duty to make sure she wouldn’t get too cocky.

At least in her mind… though it becomes harder and harder not to buck against Angela’s face and smear her pussy all over it. Get her nice and wet and dishevelled looking while Moira rode out her orgasm.

It’s so rare that she really wants one, too… she can’t even remember the last time she actually was horny. Angela has obviously chosen the exact right – or wrong – moment to beg Moira for a little scene.

It doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t. Not when Angela keeps wiggling her fingers and sucking at Moira’s clit with those soft, plump lips she has…

Moira can’t keep her orgasm to herself. She bites her knuckle hard as to not make a sound, but the contractions of her abdomen and pussy around Angela’s slim fingers is something she can’t control, as much as she would have liked to.

In the end, when she pulls away, Angela is beaming at her, her mouth and chin glistening from Moira’s cunt, cheeks still flushed from the exertion.

She looks like a puppy that really wants to be praised.

Moira rolls her eyes and just lightly pats her on the head.

“You did alright,” she mutters while getting her clothes back in order.

Angela looks pouty the next time she glances at her. She’ll look a whole different kind of pouty when she finally crawls out from beneath the desk and sees the kind of shit Moira has left on her computer.

Next time they see each other will definitely be fun.