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For those that dare ask what I seek......

She Who Rides Wild Horses

"All I want is the wind in My hair 

to face My fears but not feel scared

Wild Horses, I wanna be like you...

Throwing caution to the wind

I'll run free too

Wish I could recklessly love

Like I'm longing too

I wanna run with the wild horses."

I want

My lil ponyboi

to crave for Me

to mount him

be put away wet

by Me

or who I see fit

I want 

My lil ponyboi

to beg for My pussy

to beg for My cum

and beg for more....

I want

My lil ponyboi

to focus

to concentrate

to relax

to enjoy

"time" with this country bumpkin named Miss Vee

I want

My lil ponyboi

to discover

Miss Vee

learn what makes Her tick

find out what makes Her...

Provocatively hormonal

Madly gentle

Creatively talented

Playfully serious

Boorishly funny

Intelligently nerdy

Extremely sentimental

Emotionally strong

Strangely nymphonic

Obsessively romantic

submissively Dominant

Switching occasionally

Only for YOU to devour My submission

Inquire why

I'm mentally sane

Passively assertive

Happily content

Absolutely adorkable

You should take the time, after all.. this is

Ponyboi's adorablycrazy girl

I want to...

Encourage

Motivate

Protect

Nurture

Teach

Challenge

Tease

Torment

Pleasure

Delight

Discipline

My ponyboi's

delicious body

decandent mind

divine Soul

I want ponyboi

To seek Miss Vee's approval

Working hard for Me

The harder the work the greater the reward

I want to be proud of My sexy ponyboi's efforts

I want 

Ponyboi's body

to

hunger

crave

ache

for 

Miss Vee's

Lips

Mouth

Breath

Eyes

Voice

Hands

Breasts

Pussy

Mind

~~~when ponyboi has enough

~~~when ponyboi can't take anymore

~~~when ponyboi begs to enter Miss Vee

We switch roles

Miss Vee becomes Your adorablycrazy lil' girl

You are my Daddy

i am Your slut

my Daddy is...

sexy

stern

strict

soulful

sentimental

sweet

smart

silly

safe

sane

sassy

savvy

and insatiable for His lil' girl!

i want

my Daddy to

caress me

pamper me

softly whisper

sweet nothings 

in my ear

along my neck

in my hair

i want

my Daddy

to play with me

as a coveted toy

dress me up

like a dolly

share me with friends

friends unnamed, unknown

i trust my Daddy

He's the umbilical to my soul

my Daddy

enjoys sensation play

He uses

Ice

Floggers

Crops

Clamps

Cocks

Mouths

Hands

His Creativity

exploiting His lil' girl

with His Sexy Imagination

my Daddy

likes surprise parties:

some times they are about me

some times they are about He

some times they are about Three

but most times it's just Us celebrating WE

No matter what, IT is

It's always a delightful time with my Daddy

Mostly I like when We...

Play sit n'spin or get in child's pose

He pins my tail or buries His bone

We play truth, dare, double dare promise to repeat

and fuck, fuck, fuck even when I'm in heat!

Despite Our play time

Sometimes Daddy can be snarly n' cruel

Mmmmhmmmm.....

He 

Ties me up

Calls me names

Gags me with His Cock

Spanks me with His Belt

Uses me

Has Others use me

Leaves me for hours

Sometimes days

Wallowing in miserable tears

Whimpering

Moaning

Begging

Crying

Wailing

For His return

When He does

Sometimes my Daddy

Lectures me

Spanks me

Forces me

to look in a mirror

And make me think about

What a bad slutty lil' girl

i am

Usually though

He greets me

With gentle

Butterfly kisses

Big bear hugs

He squeezes me so tight!

He really likes when i....

draw Him pictures

write Him luv notes

describing how much i miss Him

Sometimes i even write Him naughty stories

to make Him horny!

i often surprise Him

make Him special things

give Him gifts

massage His shoulders

rub His feet

after all, He does the same for Me

my Daddy insists I:

beg for His Cock

beg for His Cum

beg for More....

With my Daddy

I 

focus

concentrate

relax

enjoy my "time" with Him

His Big Cock

His Beautiful Body

His Brilliant Mind

His Blazing Energy

my Daddy wants to discover all of me

developing me into the best me i can be

He is demanding in that respect;

Yet delights in 

Who I am

And knows

i will continue to grow and evolve

on my own and from His Guidance

my Daddy

Encourages

Motivates

Protects

Nurtures

Teaches

Challenges

Teases

Torments

Pleasures

Delights

Disciplines

all of me:

body, mind and Soul

my Daddy is...

a confidante

a trusted friend

a wise elder

a strong leader

a good Man

my Maven

We are each Others' safe harbor

Our protectors

With Daddy around

i always feel at

Home Sweet Home with Him

i 

Want

Need

Crave

Ache

for my Daddy's approval

I work hard -- very hard for my Daddy

The harder I work the more proud

my Daddy

is of 

His naughty lil' girl

I want

my Daddy,

My ponyboi,

My MAN

to 

hunger

desire

crave

need

MY

Lips

Mouth

Breath

Eyes

Voice

Hands

Breasts

Pussy

Mind

Yet what I want most of all

is for MY MAN to:

Respect Me as a strong intelligent Woman

Desire Me as His naughty wanton Slut

and nurture/cherish this precious precocious lil' Girl

The adorablycrazy lil' girl

Named:  Taizy

AKA  Miss Vee

Always 

craving

reaching

needing 

loving 

All of Me

Mind

Body 

Soul

I want 

to believe in Him

In You.

So in answer to the most complex question to ask THIS GIRL

It's all seems very simple and quite amazing to HER

I want 

altogether worthy

altogether lovely

altogether wonderful

otherworldly synergy

It is my first night here at the detention center. I am so fearful as twilight approaches. The female voices continue to drone on and I am certain I will be accosted tonight. I bury my head into the pillow trying with all my mite to lose myself to a safer place. It seems like hours before the voices quiet and even though I refuse to drift off in sleep, I feel more relieved that I have survived untouched.

I get up and turn on the light in my isolation. I look into a makeshift mirror and once again curse myself for finding myself here. I splash water on my face and brush the knots out of my gnarled auburn hair. I feel a little better after every stroke and finally find the space where I attempt some rest.

I turn out the light, crawl into my miserable cot, say my prayers and stare into the darkness. After several minutes pass my battle against insomnia has been won. I get the first sleep I had in months.

In the darkest hours of the night, I am awakened to a sound of keys inserted into the lock and deliberate footsteps enter my small room. A voice quietly urges "shhh," it is deep, dark and mysterious. I recognize it to be male. The silence of my fear is overwhelming and interrupted by the mysterious voice inhaling deeply as a wild animal would smell its' frightened prey. It senses my fear. I am too frightened to cry out.

I jump with fright and scramble for the light switch. Somewhere between my fear and the pitch black of night, I am no longer able to locate it and resign myself to the fact that I am held here as victim in complete darkness. Again I hear, "shhhhh" and it is answered in a rebellious yet muffled cry - still the voice methodically maneuvers his way to me.

Crouching now in the corner, I know it's only moments before he will be upon me. What will happen will be certain...as earlier in the night I heard another prison guard welcome my neighbor to a disgusting cell block ritual.  I assume the figure making his way to me is that putrid pig-of-a-man who suggestively called out my physical features during intake.  He hinted with his eyes that by morning I would be violated in many ugly ways. I remember shuddering with pure horror under his penetrating stare and wicked grin.  He spoke in such a crude voice as he spoke of fellow female prisoners who would indoctrinate me to these terrible surroundings.

I say a prayer once again, this time praying for the strength to get through my pending violation.

During my silent sentinel, I feel this mans' hand compress my right shoulder. His touch fills me with erotic fear. My mind races with abhorrent thoughts - yet I am surprised by his considerate touch and my inner will grows conflicted. He once again, says, "shhhhhh....”

He is close now; so close I can feel his warm breath. He releases the pressure on my shoulder countering it with a gentle caress across my cheek. His hand finds its way weaving the long tendrils of my hair helping it over my shoulder. It lightly grazes the bare of my shoulder - and suddenly I struggle with my shameful arousal under his touch.

My neck is exposed. He made certain of that when he cast my hair over my shoulder. My pulse was racing. I could feel my heart throbbing – I was paralyzed.  Should I scream? Should I fight? Should I give into the moment?

My mixed-up thoughts brawl: fleeing over surrender.  Both at war with a raw primal need for completion – I fight to shut him out and travel to my safe place as his tender kisses wash across my skin.

His movements along my neckline were slow and methodical yet admittedly graceful.  His hands sway across me like when I used to capture butterflies as a child.  I always dreamed of dancing with the fluttery creatures and found this thought comforting – this will be my escape!  Craving for different habitat I lose my thoughts to flight and discover a fervent need.... want…and acquiesce to his lusty dance.

His lips now nuzzle along my collarbone finding my pulse. His tongue swirling in circles mixed with warm breath leaves me dazed and needy. Responding in a way that shed all previous fear, I reach out in the darkness searching for him.  It is met by a hand, which coaxes mine to a large hard bulge formed south of his beltline. It is hot. I hear myself murmur a small passionate moan. I am lost, captivated, caught up in a frenzy of carnal whirl.

His tongue races behind the back of my ear. My grip firm around his growth; the impression burns into my hand.  I desperately fumble with the buttons on his uniform to free it. His cock responds under my touch and I squeeze the mass; which now throbs and pulsates in approval.  He continues to passionately kiss my shoulder slowly working his way down, until my clothes stop him.  With a fury, he rips at my clothing exposing my heaving breasts. I squeeze his cock with My approval.

His lips find my nipple. It grows hard and strong by his swirling tongue. He circles around and around and around each one making me dizzy.  I counter by stroking him through his work pants and it too grows stronger. His lips form a light seal around my pink flesh.  His rough hands roam massaging, kneading and clawing at my swollen mounds. 

His hungry mouth suckles my nipples breaking the seal only to move back and forth to each breast. Finally, he buries his head between my bosoms resting his head upon my chest as if he was a newborn.  His breath warm upon my cleavage. I’m surprised by his tenderness and .  Upon hearing my soft cry, he immediately reels back, pushing me away our moment of this pseudo-comfort evaporates quickly.

My hand releases his cock. I am uncertain what got into me – once torn by fear is now exchanged for a growing need for his hardness to fill me - complete me - violate me.

He approaches me aggressively; his stance much different.  He quickly leans in and whispers, "Place your hands behind your back...”

I instinctively know I am to do as I am instructed.  The heat of his earlier seduction chills and he compliments the moment by placing a cold metal object around each of my wrists.

My hands now bound together behind my back, cause my breasts to swell in greater size.  

Vulnerability sets in and once again I feel fear begin to build.  The guard darts his hand in between my thighs and flicks his finger across my clit.  I quietly moan and he pinches me harshly.  Excitement and terror mix as my thoughts are interrupted by him gently guiding me to the floor. He forces his hands between my legs and spreads me wide open cuffing my ankles to the metal cot. There is no escape and I now acknowledge he can do what ever he desires which oddly make me finally feel free.

Once the shackles pinned me open; it offered me permission to just be.  An invitation to be free - so vulnerable – so eager – so ready…

Still unable to see my surroundings, I am pleased when his fingers probe my clit, searching my pink cavern exploring my wetness. He stretched my pussy open with two fingers, then three; finally he forced his fist completely inside me. My hip struggle and buck, as his alternate hand finds my clit and pinches it. These two divergent sensations overwhelm me and I fight an orgasmic wave.   The only word he chooses is…”shhhhhhhh”

The intensity of his fist and his demand to remain silent tears me up inside. I want to shout obscenities. I want to cry out like a dirty animal. I want him to fuck me deep. Hard. Force his fist as far as it will go - yet, I am silenced by a firm hand clamped over my mouth.

Once again fear washes over me, although this time the fear is out of getting caught - and my compelling need for release allows me to relax in silence and enjoy his thrusting fist.

When he realizes that I will not disobey his orders of silence, he releases his hand. He now lowers his face into my crotch, and clamps his lips around my clit. His tongue strokes me off. My legs jittery and wiry with electricity indicate I’m about to explode.  I try to fight it off yet my restraint won't let me. My hips buck and I grind against his hand.  My pussy convulses and he quickly releases his fist. I gush all over the cellblock floor.

He allows for my crescendo to subside, but then forces his nightstick into my wet chamber. It is rigid. Hard. Long. It hurts. It pierces my cunt. I would have cried out only he bent my body over forcing his cock in my mouth.  His hands clutch my hair. He quickly fucks my mouth then slows his thrusts to the back of my throat and watches how my lips stretch tightly around his shaft. My air is limited. I nearly choke.  He releases the hold, only to shove it further. The nightstick somehow follows this thrusting pattern.  Confused by the combined activity and our bodies’ orientation, I realize we are not alone.

In my frenzy of being fisted, I did not notice another man entered the cell and was helping guide the nightstick in and out of my pussy. It too was unidentifiable, but I didn’t care.  My restraints and arousal allowed me permission to wildly grind and enjoy being fucked by two different individuals.  I might have once been frightened to know that one was the warden, but now I didn’t care who any of them were – just as long as they continued fucking me. My previous fears and reservations didn’t matter anymore, for all I wanted was that hot thick cock in my mouth to cum and I was certain I was going to make that happen. The voice thrusting the stick in my pussy was not as silent.  It grunted like an animal in heat and the strange noise grew in sound with each piercing move; when suddenly I whimper out of slight pain and buck against a finger squirming its way into my ass.

Again the guards’ baton thrusts, as does the dick in my mouth as a finger probes deeper.  Soon the sharp penetrating spasms subside and I squirt my luv-juice all over the wood club.

The shackles on my feet are released allowing me semi-freedom.  Strong hands position me to my knees. I hear a voice whispering sternly to work over his huge cock.  He sank it deep in my mouth.  He thrust his hips in my face pumping building in speed.  I knew he was getting close.  I could tell by how it swelled and the taste of semen. My mouth worked harder driven to feel his hot cum slide down the back of my throat.  I temporarily lose my objective when another sensation makes me wince in pain and gasp for air.

My mouth can't help return to its mission in milking sperm out of the warden after acclimating to the guards’ incredibly thick cock shoved deep in my ass.  I have been victorious as the wardens’ orgasm pumps cum over and over and over. Each spurt is complimented by a thrust sliding slowly in and out of my ass. I marvel at how well it all feels.  The new male seems to enjoy my willingness and rewards me by picking up the pace. He fucks me so hard that I can feel his balls slap my cunt. They become sloppy wet with juice that oozes from my pussy.  He’s clawing and pounding and thrusting and fucking until I finally feel his warm hot jizz fill me.   Each man has been spent.  Their violation of my body is now over.

My body thrashes on the floor with arousal, and they laugh as one releases the handcuffs permitting access so I can stroke myself off into another frantic cum dance. Each is amazed at my endurance. I hear one say, “Can you believe this girl?” 

My persistence and stamina finds its final reward by a warm curious tongue slowly licking my clit.  It then slithers down darting into my pussy. The feeling is incredible only to be glorified by the other tongue joining in.  The two tongues work me over until I spray them both with pussy juice over and over and over and over – until I am spent.

Each greet me with one last kiss allowing me to suckle my cum off their tongues.

The quiet voices whisper,” Welcome to the neighborhood."

My first BDSM experience

After the majority of the guests left the monthly BDSM party, I found myself lingering around anxious to speak to those I had discussions with earlier in the week. I was nervous yet oddly intrigued. I wasn’t really sure what I was doing loitering behind and battled with thoughts if I should leave with the other departing guests. Despite my angst, I remained seated in the living room; which now contained about ten. My selected seat was in the corner of the room, and the only familiar couple to me excused themselves to the kitchen. Their departure caused me to switch my viewpoint from the last of the departing guests to “them” talking to the host of the party. ??I nervously shifted in my seat as all three gestured towards me. ??My concentration on the trio was interrupted when a woman wearing nothing but a black/purplish satin teddy, garter belt, and fish net stockings centered the room. She positioned herself in the middle of the floor blocking my view of the conversation of which I seemed to be of topic. She bent over and spread her legs wide open boldly exposing herself. Soon her master entered the room, and she was commanded to the floor to get on all fours. She then was ordered to bark like a dog. I felt embarrassed for her, yet she had such a sweet smile on her face as she groveled and barked for her man. ??“Arrff, Arfff!” He patted her on the head, as she panted. ??“My good girl is about to become naughty for the group.” He looked around at us all, focusing for a moment on me. ??With a devious grin her master ordered her to take his beer bottle and entertain it as if it was his cock. Very coyly she looked up at him and accepted the bottle very willingly. Her tongue stretched along the length of the beverage container. Her mouth swallowing and sucking the beer bottle caused her hips to writhe aching and begging to touch her. Sexual energy rapidly grew within the room, as she appeared very eager to please him any way he so desired. ??Her master then demanded her to insert the beer bottle into her wet pussy, big end first. I cringed. Shuddering an empathic cry as I watched her do this. She seemed completely oblivious that a crowd surrounded her. She got after that bottle as if it was he, his cock, and all the while I watched in wild amazement. As I found my body reacting to the performance, a Dominant male approached me and asked me if I liked. Part of me nodded in bewilderment, the other part just stared at her body fucking this bottle. How can you answer a question like that? ??“Do you think it crazy that this woman is fucking a beer bottle in front of a room full of people?’ questioned a man towering over my seat. ??I answered nervously, "It isn't for me to judge..." Many of the men in the room laughed out loud with my timid response. ??“What would you say if I told you that you are next?” ??“What if I ordered you to stand in the middle of the room?” 

“Would you do it?”??I tentatively looked at him, at the others, and then the woman on the floor with her face glowing so radiantly. I found I envied her. I wanted the attention she commanded from the room. ??I answered him in a throaty response, “I suppose there’s only one way to find out…” ??The two men looked at each other. One nodded. They both then looked again at me, and one said, “Let’s find out then!”??“Stand up!” One of the men barked at me. I looked at him strangely. ??“Move to the center of the fucking room and take off your clothes!” They both ordered. ??The room filled with shouts of encouragement, as I struggled with the order. Debating on whether to strip, I then recalled the look of pleasure that washed across that woman’s face while she was in this circle. I wanted to feel this admiration. Their admiration. So I then proceeded to undress. My hands shook nervously, legs trembling with fear combined with desire. Chants to “take it off” now loud, my heartbeat thunderous I couldn't hear myself think. After my fingers fumbled long enough I found that I had removed all my clothing. And just like that, the room's attention shifted from the sexy woman on the floor to now: naked me. ??All eyes were on my exposed body. I felt so vulnerable, so exposed, so natural, so thrilled, so aroused in front of all these strangers. After I stripped, a man with a wicked grin lowered me to the floor. I immediately shielded my eyes as I felt certain I would be made to do what the woman before me had. ??I was surprised by the next activity. My thoughts felt that they were going to make me do what the other woman had, just to “prove” something to me, but that didn’t happen. Instead, the submissive woman was ordered to play with my pussy until I got moist. She inserted one finger, then two - and then three - finally she inserted her whole fist. She fucked me with her fist - and it felt wild as my hips bucked against the rhythm of her thrusts. She grabbed my hair and pulled me to her kissing me passionately. Under her spell, my inhibitions lowered, I no longer cared that I was in the middle of this floor in a foreign room full of strangers being fist fucked. ??A few minutes after her fist entered me; a beer bottle - big end, removed it replaced first. The bottle still cold from the containers’ liquid made my inner muscles clamp around the bottle and shudder under the coolness. ??The master yelled at me to fuck the bottle. “Fuck it like it’s a man-cock”....”Faster! “Now slower!”… “Move your hips! I grew exhausted with my nervous activity, and wanted to rest; yet the master demanded I use two hands to thrust the bottle in and out of my cunt. ?

It felt so foreign, so forbidden, yet so frickin' hot. ??My bodies’ heat palatable around the room, the men ordered several of the other women to sit on the floor. They circled my body; and watched me play with myself with the beer bottle. The feminine eyes watched me, encouraged me, and then one kissed me causing my body to ache for her soft hands to caress my breasts. I felt an incredible build-up inside my body that cried to be released, as I started to orgasm. Just as a cry of passion was to escape a pitcher of ice water was thrown on me. ??Rather than it diminishing my orgasm, it just made me cum harder. The ice water felt so luxurious on my hot body, my pussy throbbed and pulsated under the liquid bath. I lay there for a moment with inactivity to “soak” it all in, and as the passion began to subside I was ordered to keep the beer bottle in my pussy. ??My next instructions were odd. I was to crawl over to the other woman and mount her. ??In a very stern voice, I was told to thrust the beer bottle in her pussy as if it was a strap-on. ??“Fuck her like a man.”??She cried out as if in pain when I entered her; yet, I was instructed to keep pumping. Her master ordered her not to orgasm, and I was instructed to make her orgasm. The two of us seemed to work against each other, both of us driven by different erotic agendas. ??I will always remember how she tossed her hair back and the lazy movement it made as it draped along her shoulder as she whispered how “hot” I made her feel and that it was okay to pump harder. ??After much effort on both our parts, one of the men pulled me away and inserted his finger in her wet pussy. Then grabbed me by my long hair and made me suckle her juice off his finger. He wrapped his hand around my hair and pushed my face into her crotch. ??“Lick her pussy!”??As my lips touched her pussy for the first time, I soon felt her hips grind against my face. Her master lowered himself down to our level, talking to me as I licked her. He seemed entertained that I was obeying his instructions to lick her pussy. My tongue followed his directions as it swirled and twirled around her clit. ??“Tammy, you are not to cum!” The master reminds his slave as I entertained her pussy. ??Yet despite her instructions, I could feel juice ooze out of her. My chin grew wet as she pushed me away from her canyon in order to obey her master’s order. I heard her say, “I am not cumming, Sir!” He then taunted me by demanding that I make her cum. I worked hard, as I wanted the master’s permission for her to taste me…. to fuck me…. to cum…

My thoughts of her licking me caused another orgasm to mount, as I wanted her tongue to flick across my clit. ??One of the men recognized that I was about to cum and clamped his hand over my mouth and nose. He held it there for a moment, and ordered me to look deep into his blue eyes. As I started to struggle for air, he smiled. Panic grew within me intermixed with desire to release. Then like an orchestra director, he instructed me to "CUM" lifting his hand off my mouth in a grandiose wave. And cum I did! Rivers of juice flowed from within me... ??The room's mood altered significantly after that. Previously it was loud, yet after the breath play and my reaction to such – you could have heard a pin drop. It added to my anxiety. I wasn’t sure what was to happen next. I believe it was at this time the most dominant of the three: the Master then took me aside. ??I was instructed to sit in front of him, naked/exposed. While I feared him the most, he talked to me in a very low voice so others could not hear our conversation. He implied over time he would eventually mark me as his property. He shared with me his desire to fiercely pump his large cock in my ass along with his need to introduce my nipple to the sensation of needles! One of among many suggested painful activities… ??“You strike me as a woman that will become to know pain as your lover.” I shuddered in fear by this man words. ??Yet, as I trembled in front of him exposed, raw and vulnerable he demonstrated a gentle side with a touch to my cheek joined by softening his intense penetrating stares. The contradiction he displayed created arousal within me. ??I felt his power. My power. ??Suddenly, I understood the need for each other. His Dominance needed my submission. Oh how I desired to kiss him. I flashed him a smile, trying to show him I understood and in response he placed my hand on his bulging hardness; my body aching for him to be inside me. As his passion grew, he pushed me away calling me dirty names. ??“You are a temptress, yet I dismiss you back to the others.” This snap in our conversation, His dismissals made me feel like a dog. I felt like I had been whipped. Beaten. Rejected. Sheepishly, I wandered back to the group of very loving women. They explained to me how pleased the Dominants were that I did not buckle under the humiliation while I expressed my insecurities…fears…my shortcomings in performance for them. The women caressed me and talked to me lovingly admiring my abilities. I shook with denial, struggling with their words feeling so inadequate. ??One of the women kissed me tenderly, as she stroked my hair and commented on my tolerance for ice water. Her master then heard me acknowledge that I enjoyed the sensation of the frozen water, and as the words escaped my lips…I knew! ??“You want ice eh? I’ll give you ice.” He boasted as he shoved a clump of it into my swollen canyon.

My inner warmth began melting the ice, and made a puddle on the floor. It was such an explosive feeling, I wanted it again. I begged for it. I need it. Again another chunk of ice this time bigger was presented to me and I was asked to fuck it as if it was a cock. I slowly started to slide the “ice cock” into my tight wet pussy. ??The ice made me very tight, my inner muscles washed of their natural juices so I had to go very slow. Gently, inch-by-inch I worked the ice dildo into my tight cunt. I felt myself contract around it. It felt so good! I looked down and saw that I only had about another inch to go, so I pushed it in hard. The force made me really wet, and I orgasm again. Everyone in the room could hear the juices gush out of me. ??I wasn’t done. I wanted more. My hand followed the ice, as I pumped my fist in and out of my pussy. I alternated between hard, fast thrusts…then slowed down to soft, slow strokes. ??Harder…harder…. harder…. faster…. faster! It felt so good…so sensational! ??As passion built within I knew I was getting close, so very close to my end, titillating shock waves began to jolt through my body. An intense orgasm eminent, I slowed down the pace teasing myself. My clit throbbed, my pussy contracted, grasping on to the last of the ice. All I could hear now in the room was my breathing, and the squishing, sloshing sound of the remaining ice and my fist being pumped in and out of my dripping wet pussy. I was so close to losing control. I pushed my hand in and out as hard and as fast as I could. ??The master returned. “I don’t think you are showing us you are worthy of Man cock.” ??“You’ll have to work a lot hard than you have to prove that one of us men will fill your cunt with cock.”??Angered yet challenged by his words, I found myself wanting to prove him wrong. Again I touched myself with short shallow strokes, and then I switched it to long deep ones…oh how I loved the deep ones. While I listened to his taunts, I continued to pump it in and out…in and out… knowing all eyes in the room were on me as I rubbed my clit. ??"Oh God, oh God . . . here it comes . . . Oh God . . . YES!" I cried out as my body wracked with convulsive shock waves of orgasmic ice-water fusion. ??This last orgasm so primal, so incredible, so intense, so utterly mind-fuckin’ altering. ??As I felt the spasms subside . . . I sat back and basked in the afterglow of the majestic events of the evening. ??Totally spent, glowing in front of 10 strangers.