People Beg To Lick My *****,. They say it's A Honey Pot Like No Other. Sweet And CreamyI'm a wealthy woman with a large staff. I have personal assistants for social engagements, another for wardrobe, another for shopping, cook, butler, gardner…. the list goes on. One day I realized I was neglecting the most important part of my life, my little pink pussie (I call her kitty). Where was her personal assistant? Too often in my busy day she would throb and drip, wanting attention. I'm a busy woman with no time to waste. I realized, I needed someone to take care of her on demand. I need a kitty assistant.
Qualifications: must have soft lips, agile tongue, willingness to be on call 24/7 and understand the delicate art of licking and sucking, gently, firmly or as needed.
Previously I had ordered the staff to fill in. They were obliging. The little shy maid gently, shyly licked the cream from my slit and sucked my **** like a pacifier.
The Butler was firmer, more decisive. He used his large, full round tongue to probe the inside of my slit, lapping the drips hungrily. He took my entire kitty into his mouth at once sucking my slit, ****, lips all at once until I exploded. The personal assistants worked as a team. She is petite and would slip under a table or on the floor of a limousine and under the guise of looking for a dropped earring or arranging my clothing, slip between my legs, undetected and kiss my pouting kitty back into satisfaction. She seemed to know, even before me sometimes when kitty needed attention. I sometimes suspected she was doing it more for her own pleasure but since it always resulted in mine, I did not reprimand her. My male assistant had different skills. He was an expert at communications. He could get in any door and spoke 6 languages. Rather I should say he speaks 7 because I learned can communicate with a kitty like a born feline. He can make her purr like a kitten. Although not as invisible as his petite partner, he can look like he belongs in any environment. If he asks me to step into the hallway for a moment, no one suspects. At a very posh cocktail dinner recently, I wore a $10,000 designer mini dress with matching crotchless panties (which I wear exclusively now when I MUST wear panties). He brazenly lay his head in my lap and happily sucked my kitty during the Man of the Hour's entire acceptance speech. I enjoyed that speech and came several times while desert was being served. The evening maid sleeps much better now that she's allowed to sleep sucking my kitty as her pacifier. It comforts her and I'm always willing to do what I can to help others. Several times the gardner's friends were hired to do an odd job for a day. Invariably, they shyly appear to be paid at day's end, cap in hand bashfully looking at the floor. I ask what I owe them and they shyly point to my kitty. "Please Miss, I can have this for my pay?" I rotate my chair around from the desk and checkbook. I'm usually wearing a house robe since I like to be comfortable. It's open in front so I slightly open my legs. They can see the small furry patch and I can see the bulge growing but I wait before I ask "This?". Without looking up, fingering hat in their hands bashfully they point again.
"Yes Miss. Please. I can have this? I work all day for you again Miss. I work hard if I can have taste of this." I'm nothing if not compassionate and generous. How an I deny his reward?" I open my legs more, inviting him in.
"Yes, you may taste.", I say and he eagerly drops his hat, though he tries to contain his excitement to our respect and understanding of his position. "You understand I expect as thorough a job as I did today with your work? You are being allowed a very special privilege. Do not take it lightly." Usually his already sucking by this time, moaning as he would eating the best dessert he's ever tasted. He knows this is a treat he'll not likely taste again and savoring every lick.
I soon realized it wasn't fair to deny others such a treat. When the staff discovered I was looking for a full time assistant for kitty, they all begged for the job. Cook surprised me with her generosity. She said it wasn't fair to deny the others such a treat and suggested I allow her to establish a regular honey pot tasting night. Staff member would be allowed to wipe my dripping cream and lick their fingers. Perhaps (she suggested) as a special reward they might be allowed a lick if they were very good or even allowed to dip a strawberry in kitty cream. I allowed the experiment and must say, it was well received. There was even a sort of kitty conga line at one point. Butler's rod was throbbing so with the taste of my cream that assistant helped him out by giving him his own sucking delight. As she lapped the cream from his lollipop, gardner began licking the drips from inside her thighs. As his meat began to throb, chamber maid enjoyed his black ice cream cone and so it went, down line with me at the top of he pyramid, of course. Each one longing to taste my cream, acknowledged as something in a class of it's own. Truffles, Cook calls kitty. Miss, she often says, I've studied with renowned chefs, tasted the finest champagne, caviar and chocolate. None compare with My Miss's Kitty. The cream from this kitty is "cream of honey".
All in all, I realized I didn't want to deny my loyal staff the treat they so craved and desired. They work hard for me. I'm glad to reward them with the joy of licking, sucking and lapping my kitty's cream when it gushes from my slit. They suck it up, they lick their fingers, they lick it off each other faces. And as for kitty, she's spoiled now. She knows there is always someone ready, willing and begging to lick her candy juice as it drips. They barter for chances to suck the cream from her slit . When eating breakfast at the bar counter, cook happily licks the cream from my slit. When talking on the phone to an ambassador, assistant happily makes sure to suck kitty while she throbs so I can concentrate. While sleeping, chamber maid sucks clitty like a pacifier. When attending affairs and functions, my petite attestant is always ready to slip her tongue between my legs to catch the drips and suck them away. When sunbathing on my stomach, gardner is allowed to approach my slit from behind, dipping his tongue as deeply as he wants, making sure to get every drop like licking the inside of a bowl of cream. As the saying goes, one good turn deserves another. They serve me with loyalty and in return, kitty's rewards of allowing herself to be licked and sucked and probed with their tongues until they come - insures their continued loyalty.