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Confident, successful, caring, loving, and takes control when the situation calls for it.
I have been into this for quite a number of years now and find the lifestyle addictive I am sure you feel the same?
I like a deep meaningful connection I dont usually judge and I have learned to have an open mind, My imagination far exceeds what is possible and I would not have it any other way.
Take care and be happy.
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Mrs. Ehda was new in town, she was to replace a science teacher in the local school. A tall and stacked Egyptian woman with fantastic curves and a soft, silky touch who was not only a teacher but a devoted wife and mother of 2 kids. However, this did not stop her from not only being a magnet for guys but a magnet that reciprocates and returns the affection; be it letting a guy under her abaya to cuddle her awesome, strong thighs as she sat on long, crowded bus rides or reward her older students using her natural wonders. Breastfeeding a student so he focuses more on studies; letting him feel her enormous firm jugs as she planted kisses on his forehead. It didn't end with her students, however, as she did private dances for her neighbors when her husband was away. She thought back to her last day at her old school; wearing spandex leggings under her abaya especially for a student whom she tutored; throwing her long legs over his shoulder as he licked, kissed and panted between her inner thighs. "You are heaven Mrs. Ehda." he said as he cummed all over himself that time.
Time passed and Ehda got used to the new town, got used to a new attitude and lifestyle and days went by innocently; she has accumulated lots of love and admiration, but not the way she was used to. One night, after a Skype session with her husband and kids back in her hometown, she was in a dangerous mood; she wanted to do something brave, something that would forever cement her in the town's history. Opening her closet, she took out a huge bag, unzipping it, Ehda took out a long black dress with long sleeves, and no cleavage show; she cut a long slit in it to make it sexier; like in the Hollywood movies she saw with femme fatales on high heels and side slits barely showing their thighs. Putting on the dress, she looked absolutely gorgeous; like a Bond girl but much sexier with big tits begging to be released and bootylicious curves demanding to be in a man's arms.
The Egyptian bombshell left her apartment, her heels were heard by her neighbor, he came out of his apartment and forgot why he came out in the first place, Ehda was like a flashbang; her dress slit was flowing in the A/C wind; exposing her nylon-clad leg. The man stared at her from top to bottom; admiring the shape of her shins, her beautiful knees; now he wished he was the nylons just to hold and caress her. The Neighbor stood stunned as the Egyptian woman passed him by, strutting slowly. She turned around and put one of her legs forward and purred, "Come on, touch me; you know you want to." The man was so turned on he lost the capacity to speak; her hot Arabic accent that softened words and made her lips move had him by the ears; he fell to his knees and crawled the rest of the way, hands outstretched.
He reached Ehda and threw his arms around her legs, moving his hands behind to reach her voluptuous ass, kissing her nylon. "No, no, no." the gorgeous woman stopped him with a giggle; pushing his hands away, "I have a whole night to attack." The last thing her neighbor saw was thong; teasing him out of her dress as the A/C blown her slit as if also trying to show admiration. Hailing a cab, Ehda hit the local nightclub; entering the place being flanked by 2 bouncers. Several cocktails later, the Egyptian jewel was demonstrating her dance moves; swinging her ass at the guys and blowing kisses at the girls as her neurons succumbed to the alcohol.
Moments later, she was making out with a guy who dry-humped her as she bought another drink, made an attempt to pull down her underwear and finally, picked her up and carried her to the men's bathroom. The 2 were making out intensively as if trying to eat each other's faces, the guy grabbed Ehda by the thighs, picked her up and pressed her against the wall; she was breathing heavily and out of nowhere, slapped her lover across the face. "I am married!" she screamed in a drunken stupor, grabbing him by the face and got him into another kiss; wrestling with his tongue and biting his lips.
Her lover wasted no time, he already torn her thong up as he held her thighs so access was not an issue; Ehda realized this when she felt movement inside, "Noooooooooooo!" she howled as the guy started pumping; increasing strength; trying to reach her cervix; not saying anything but grunting like a savage ape. Pleasure hit the Muslima right on the brain, "Oh, oh, oh keep going, don't you dare stop!" she cried in intense pleasure. When the guy climaxed, she yelled so loud, a shrill, glass-breaking scream of a prized racehorse being downgraded to plough fields and be whipped. However, the guy was not done with her.
"Get up!" he ordered, "Your ass is driving me crazy."
The horny, drunk woman picked herself up, pushed against the wall and wiggled her ass seductively. Her lover grabbed both cheeks, slapping them around and leaving a biting one of them, he stabbed Ehda right in the hole.
"Mpp." she whimpered as her lover piston-fucked her gut, destroying her insides with prejudice as he cupped her tits, barely covering them; her hijab making him harder with every minute. He finished again, he felt his cum and even a bit of piss leave his system; taking over his body with orgasmic relief. |
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A Scarf, a Chair and a Butt Plug
As I stand in front of you you're sat facing the back of the dining chair. You are topless, wearing a black garter belt and black FF stockings and classic black spike heels.
I'm wearing a classy black suit, white crisp cotton business shirt, gold tight dog-tooth silk tie with black brogues.
In my hand I'm holding a red silk scarf that I'm folding into a long section as my eyes do not waiver from yours.
Your beginning to squirm a little as your wet and panty-less pussy is starting to swell and dampen in anticipation of what might be about to happen.
As you sit as instructed, I ask you to hold out your left arm and tie one end of the silk scarf to your wrist and then intertwine the scarf through the back of the chair and tie the other end of the scarf to your right wrist.
You are able to move your hands and wrists slightly and I ask you to stand. You are able to, but limited with the level your wrists are tied at, and you have to part your legs straddling the chair. You can feel the air on your pussy as you stand and can feel your arousal building and wonder if your pussy lips have already parted? They feel hot, wet and swollen with your arousal.
I ask you to move back so you can put your legs together more naturally but you are then bent over and resting your elbows on the seat of the chair.
You see and hear my smart shoes move behind you as I take in the sight of your white peaches in front of me; you notice a bulge starting to grow in the front of my suit trousers.
"Very nice, Maria.
I like what I'm seeing."
You hear me talk from behind and dip your head just in time to see me (from your upside down view) approaching you, and spank your right bum cheek hard with the open palm of my hand.
You gasp, moan and scream all at once, not sure what emotion you are feeling the most. Arousal, pain and shock all at once and you can feel your bum starting to redden. A bolt of heat has rushed to your pussy, making you flush, your nipples are like bullets, aching and sensitive.
As your bum starts to glow where I stung you, I stroke you again, but softly and delicately, while you push your bum against my hand. I stroke your other cheek and bend down from my waist behind you. As I do, I pull your bum cheeks apart and you feel my lips gently brush against your bum hole as I kiss you taking your breath away momentarily. You tense and adjust as you feel my tongue start to tease your anus and it contracts sensitively with my attention.
I stand and come round in front of you and look you in the eye again; your grey eyes are a little nervous but twinkling excitedly. Your lips are red and swollen and moist as I bend and kiss you fully, our tongues probing and darting around each other. Your gasping, as I force your head from behind into my mouth. You sit back on the chair enjoying the kiss and I can see and feel you squirming as my other hand trails down your spine. I pull away and admire your body moving to the side to see your hard swollen nipples and the beautifully erotic curve of your back.
I stand behind you again, but this time you're sat down and you can feel my swelling groin brushing against your back, as I caress and massage both your ear lobes between my fingers and thumb. Your breathing has quickened and as I feel your ear I can sense your heartbeat racing. You push back into me rubbing your head into my stomach and your back against my hardening and groan, again, squirming your bare bum and pussy against the fabric of the chair.
I again bend, this time to whisper in your ear,
"Are you wet, Maria?
I'm sure I recognise that delectable aroma."
"Fuck, yes, Paul." You say between breathes.
"Are you wet enough now for me to slide straight into your tight pussy?"
"Yes Paul...Please Fuck me!" You moan.
I pull away from you again and come round and stand in front of you. You love seeing me in my suit and, apart from my hard cock almost creating a tent in my trousers, I'm unruffled. You lick your lips as you imagine sucking me; savouring my pre-cum that you anticipate is dribbling from my knob. As I stand in front of you I pull something from my pocket. You immediately recognise it to be a butt plug.
"Antonia, Im sure you know what this is but don't believe you've ever used one?"
You are starting to tremble, as you reply,
"I've never used one, Paul"
You can feel your pussy starting to buzz, as your excitement builds like never before and your bum hole strangely feels sensitive. You wonder, like never before, what this is going to feel like. Can your bum hole really stretch that wide? Will you enjoy it? Your not sure BUT your arousal is building and you know you desperately want to be fucked; hard and rough.
As your mind rushes, you watch as I lick the butt plug with my tongue, lubricating it teasingly and start to move behind you again.
"Stand and bend over, Maria"
You do as commanded and feel your legs already starting to shake, both a little fearful and aroused. You feel my wet fingers of one hand slide between your bum cheeks and firmly massage your bum hole. They also slide down and brush against your swollen pussy lips; taking you by surprise as you gasp and my thumb continues to probe your anus further as my fingers probe your dripping pussy. You push back against my hand wanting to be explored deeper, breathing heavily.
As my fingers slide in your pussy, you feel my other hand and the tip of the plug now teasingly pushing against your bum ring. My fingers slide from your pussy firmly along your perineum and you can feel their wetness around your bum hole. As I lubricate the plug I twist it stretching you and you spread your legs subconsciously to start to accommodate it. You feel your bum hole stretching as I twist and push the plug gently back and forth and feel your anus succumb as it finally pops in and you relax a little bit remain standing and bent over as I once again appear in front of you.
This time I have a black fob in my hand asking you,
"Do you know what this is, Maria?"
As soon as I ask, the penny drops and you see me hit a button and feel the butt plug buzz to life in your bum.
"Fuck" you moan, as a buzz passes directly from your bum to your Pussy.
"You can sit down, Maria"
As you do, the vibration becomes more intense, the butt plug pushing further into you as you sit. This makes you wetter and you start to squirm against it; feeling the heat passing through your pussy into your clit. You start to visibly grind your pussy on the chair as you watch me unzip my trousers and extract my thick hard cock. I stroke it; a string of dribbled pre-cum spiralling to the floor as you lick your lips watching; grinding, writhing, squirming. You want to brush your nipples but can't. You want to get up and take my cock on your lips and hands but can't.
You are under my control.
As you watch me stroking my cock, licking your lips at the sight of my cock, you see me flick the button again. A jolt hits you as the butt plug vibration changes.
You arch your back as the heat goes to your clit, pushing your bum and cunt hard into the chat to maximise the sensation. As you do I move forward, wanking my thick hard shaft. You lean forward and eagerly, your tongue swirls around my glistening dribbling knob. You gasp, savouring your first taste of my cock. I hold the back of your head as you slide your lips over my knob stretching your lips around my girth.
You're swallowing my shaft as I guide you, with one hand on the side of your head. Your eyes are watching mine, your mascara running as I face fuck you deeply. My other hand is pinching your nipples and your moaning in delight, flinching each time I pinch your nipple. The whole time you are squirming with the buzzing in your bum. I can tell your close.
I withdraw my cock form your mouth, pulling back and the buzzing butt plug stops. You draw your breath, recovering slightly before realising that I'm teasing you.
You stand, and as seductively as you can, you bend over the chair with your hands still tied to it with the red silk scarf. You stick your bum out; your cheeks flushed, your pussy hot and swollen feeling your lips wet and your juices dribbling down your inner thighs and soaking your stocking tops. Your nipples are red and raw with my pinching and both aching to be touched but also so sensitive that could very well make you orgasm.
As you look me in the eye, you again feel the butt plug start to vibrate deep inside you and you wriggle your bum enjoying the sensation.
You are struggling to stand with the arousal, putting one knee on the seat of the chair as I now stand behind you talking loud enough for you to me say.
"Maria, your pussy is so swollen and flushed pink. It's gleaming and your juices are dripping and " you cut me off.
"PLEASE...JUST...FUCK me, Paul"
With that I immediately position my purple knob up against your pussy lips and as you gasp in realisation I thrust into you; hard and rough.
You arch your back, as best you can with your wrists tied. As you do, with one hand I pull your hip into meet my thrusting cock. My other hand finds your pieced nipple and tugs on the bar twisting it in your nipple. You scream and shudder. My cock is gripped tightly by your pussy walls, feeling every bump and crease as I fuck you heightening my arousal. The butt plug brushes against me as I fuck you and tightens you further as both my cock and the plug are working their magic inside you. You're shaking and spasming, your cunt tightening as your orgasm hits and I feel the heat of your release over my shaft and balls. You succumb; breathless, screaming my name and thrashing impaled on my cock as I fuck you harder, my knob starting to twitch as you collapse and I'm holding you up as I start to cum, spurting and thrusting, deep inside you. As I step back, sliding out of you, my cum trails to the floor as you collapse on your knees, breathless, your hair a mess, your mascara running down your face and spasming uncontrollably, panting. You're ruined but still looking erotically sexy in your your garter, love juice and cum stained stockings and your stilettos.
As I savour the view I can't help but say,
"Maria, I so Fucking want you."
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Tiffany had been with her Daddy Dom for a year now, they knew each other well, they knew each others dislikes and likes. They knew how to work together on things very well.
Tiffany was 31 years old, she was 5'3, blonde hair and petite. Today she knew she pissing off her Daddy Dom. All day long she was mouthing off to him, teasing him through text message, playing with herself and sending pics, as well as eating sweets for lunch. She knew better, She knew she wasn't allowed to do that, but she was craving discipline and knew how to push all his buttons to get what she desired.
It was getting late afternoon and she knew he would be home soon. That is when she heard his car pull into the driveway and start walking up to the door. She just sat there in her red lace panties and a t-shirt waiting for him to enter the room. As soon as he walked into the house, he walked towards her with a look of business on his face. He sat down on his black leather chair and motioned for her to come over to him. She quickly walked over and he grabbed her and put her over his knees. Sternly he said you know you were bad today and started spanking her ass. Each swat making her ass more and more red, and she felt the warm feeling throughout her body. She was thrilled as she loved the feeling of what was happening. He made sure each cheek was glowing red before he picked her up and took her towards the bedroom, as he approached he kicked the door open wand walked into a room with dark red walls and satin linens on the bed.
He put her down on her hands and knees facing him, and undid his pants exposing his now engorged cock. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her mouth towards him and her mouth deep onto it. She started to gag a bit but was able to take it all into her throat. He started to thrust in and out of her mouth making sure she knew he was in charge. He heard her moan as he fucked her mouth faster and faster. After he was ready he grabbed her and put her facing away from him and ripped off her panties. He grabbed her hair and thrust himself deep into her now soaking pussy. She moaned loudly as He pushed into her pussy deep and hard. He smiled as he saw his handiwork on her ass and heard her moan. He thrusted hard and deeper.
He grabbed her hips and started pulling her into his thrust making her moan in ecstasy as he was hitting all her tender spots. She started to beg to orgasm, so he started going harder and faster which put her over the edge. As she was orgasming he started to cum deep into her now satisfied pussy.
He slowly withdrew his cock from her and he put his fingers into her and scooped up some of the fluids and pushed it into her mouth, she happily licked off his fingers. He then told her that next time will be worse if she disobeyed. She knew in her mind that she would soon find out as she craved discipline.
She then went and showered thinking of all that had just happened. As she lathered her body she couldn't help but to start to caress herself and start fingering herself. Daddy heard her moan, and walked in naked and looked at her and simply said round two. He got in with her and picked her up and held her against the wall as he entered already wet pussy. Both bodies sliding together covered in soap. He thrust deep and hard into her with little mercy. Her moans filled the house as he was going deeper and harder than he had. As she was getting close he put her down and bent her over, as she was bending he grabbed her hips and slide deep into her pulling her hard onto him. He then slammed into her causing her knees to go week as she peaked and screamed. He then started to fill her again with his hot seed. He waited til his member softened before pulling and washing her body clean.
Once out of the shower, he told her to go pick out a movie, and she cuddled next to him for the rest of the night. Feeling her ass still sore from her spanking. Both just smiled for the rest of the night. |
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Sally knew that she had displeased me. She also knew that her punishment would be very humiliating.
I told her that we would be going out late in the evening and that she should prepare herself in the normal way and be ready to leave at 9:30. I also told her what she must wear ... her "street whore" outfit ... very short leather skirt, skimpy white blouse with a plunging neckline, no bra, black fishnet stockings, a tiny black thong and very high heels.
Sally got herself ready ... she trimmed her pussy hair the way I like it ... just a little tuft of very short hair ... she painted her nails ... fingers and toes ... washed her hair ... took a long bath with special oils in the water ... then applied her "street whore" make-up ... then dressed, as instructed ... she looked every inch the cheap slut!
When I came downstairs, Sally was kneeling in the hallway ... facing the stairs ... with head bowed submissively. She knew what was required ... I wanted a good suck before we went out ... not just because she did it so well ... but because she was being punished and part of her humiliation was that I wanted anybody that we spoke to would smell my cum on her breath.
Sally duly performed - undoing my chinos - and getting my cock out of my pants. She gave it a little kiss and then looked up ... waiting for my signal. I nodded ... and Sally started licking and sucking ... running her tongue around the head and over the tip ... licking the shaft and then taking it fully into her mouth ... then slowly pulling her head backwards ... and starting all over again. She knew that she must start slowly ... and not hurry ... or she knew that she would be in even more trouble. She kept sucking and licking expertly ... a true slut enjoying what she does best.
When I started to cum, I pulled my cock back almost out of her mouth ... instead of pushing it in deep as usual. Sally knew that she must not swallow when I did that ... she took the full load in her mouth. When my cock stopped spurting cum, she pulled in her cheeks as if tasting wine ... making sure that my cum was squeezed between her teeth ... her whole mouth got a good coating of cum ... that would keep her breath smelling for a long time ... particularly if I didn't let her drink anything for a while.
"Let some of my cum run down your chin now, my dirty slut!"
Sally duly expelled a little from her mouth. I spread it around on her chin to dry.
"OK, slut -- you can swallow the rest now."
Sally swallowed ... obviously enjoying herself as she did so ... as always, she seemed to relish every drop. Sally really is a total slut!
I drove us into town and parked near the club -- for "Private Members Only". We went in and walked up to the bar. A few others were standing around -- the usual crowd. Sally got a lot of attention though -- with her figure and outfit, she was "out-slutting" the other sluts! I got us both drinks -- and told her not to drink any of hers yet -- she would have to please me first -- and I wanted to keep her breath smelling of cum whilst we talked with a few friends. The club was getting busier as we mingled with our friends. I decided it was time for Sally's punishment.
There was a circular raised platform in one corner. I led Sally to the stairs at the back of the platform and then up the steps. I took a thick and wide blindfold from my pocket and fitted it around her head -- making sure she couldn't see anything. I positioned her facing an adjustable version of St. Andrew's cross. The cross can be vertical or can be turned into a shape similar to a whipping bench. I then told her to stand on the two small foot ledges at the bottom of the cross and fastened her ankles with the straps provided -- which made sure her legs would be held apart. I also fastened her wrists with the straps provided at the top. I left her in this spread-eagled position as I used one of the two adjustment controls to change the position of the cross. As I pushed the "lower" button, the top of it slowly rolled backwards and downwards -- effectively bending Sally over it. Her buttocks and thighs were slowly exposed as her tiny skirt rode up slowly as it moved into the new position. One of the club hostesses hovered nearby -- but I didn't need her help. By using the 2 controls, Sally's cunt or anus or mouth could be positioned at just the right height and angle for a man or woman to use one of her holes -- or just use some toys to probe her. I knew that the crowd in the club would be watching with great interest!
I then used the controls to raise her buttocks further and lower her head -- effectively bending her over even more. All three of Sally's holes were now positioned suitable for use. I whispered into Sally's ear:
"I think you know what will happen now, my dirty slut. I'm going to play with you and probably use you myself at some stage. I may also invite others to come and inspect you. I may allow some to use one or more of your holes too. I won't gag you since I may want your mouth to be available for use by me or by others -- but I do not expect to hear any complaints from you. If you serve me well, I will release you soon. If not, you may spend most of the evening here!"
Sally just nodded obediently.
I then went around behind her and pulled her thong down -- leaving it around her ankles. Sally's cunt and anus were completely exposed now. The club's hostess just stood there watching and smiling. A group had gathered around by now. It was very obvious that some of them were very ready to use Sally -- and not just the men!
I moved a few yards away -- I didn't want to leave her alone -- I wanted to control her usage. But I did want to be far enough away so that Sally wouldn't hear me talking to others -- I didn't want her to know who was using her.
To get things started, I asked my friend Ken if he'd like to tease her with one of the club's toys. Ken was very ready. I told him that I didn't want him to say anything to Sally -- I wanted to make sure she didn't know if it was me or someone else. I told him not to make her cum -- I just wanted her teased and humiliated. He went up on the platform and knelt on the floor and gazed at her exposed pussy and anus. Then he used his hands to pull her buttocks further apart. I knew Sally would feel very humiliated -- not knowing who was inspecting her and knowing that many others would be watching too. Then he got up and helped himself to a small vib from those provided. He switched it on and positioned it between Sally's cunt lips. He teased her a few times -- moving it as if to insert it into her -- then moving it away again. Then he turned and raised his eyebrows to the crowd -- as if asking if it was time. They, of course, agreed! Ken started to work the vib into Sally's cunt -- but he didn't need to be so careful -- she must have been very wet already. It slid in easily -- although it did make her body tense a little -- and then she groaned in pleasure and relaxed again.
Ken started to move the vib in and out -- slowly at first. Sometimes he paused before pushing it back inside her. Sometimes he stirred it around a little when deep inside her. I could see that Sally was pushing back on it. I knew she would want to cum if he kept doing that -- but would also be very embarrassed about cumming whilst others watched. Ken looked over at me -- I just gave him the thumbs up and waved him back.
The crowd had grown further and were now looking at me expectantly -- what would happen next? I asked my friend Jane if she would like Sally to service her. Jane's immediate broad smile told me everything! I took her up onto the platform. The club hostess helped her position a small covered bench under Sally's mouth. I knew that Sally would be able to get the hint of Jane's perfume -- she would know that a woman was right under her face -- and must have expected to be licking some pussy, clit and cunt very soon -- with an audience watching. Jane then pulled up her skirt and pulled her panties down as she lay down on the bench -- right under Sally's mouth. I then used the controls to lower Sally another inch or two. Jane was already holding her legs slightly open -- always a helpful lady!
Sally soon found Jane's pussy lips with her tongue -- it was less than an inch below her! She started licking it slowly but enthusiastically -- using the tip of her tongue to help open Jane's lips. She was soon getting inside Jane's pussy. Sally kept licking the inside of Jane's lips -- and Jane helped by holding them apart. The front people in the crowd were only a few feet away -- watching intently as Jane lay back, eyes half closed as Sally worked on her pussy. Sally sound found that Jane's clit was exposed -- she gave that extra attention! Then Jane opened her legs wide -- and pulled her pussy lips wide open -- Sally took the hint and started burying her tongue in Jane's cunt -- then running her tongue up and down Jane's pussy and clit again -- and then probing as far into Jane's cunt as she could reach. Jane was obviously enjoying it a lot -- she was visibly moving on the bench, her eyes were close and she kept groaning as Sally's tongue kept working it's magic. Then Jane's groans turned to gasps as Sally sped up. And then deep moans as she instinctively pushed upwards onto Sally's tongue -- and started shuddering and shaking as her orgasm started. Sally just kept working her tongue around inside Jane's cunt -- although the audience couldn't see that. Jane slowly relaxed again -- as Sally licked her pussy, clit and cunt more slowly. She kept having smaller orgasms -- and Sally kept licking patiently. Finally, Jane relaxed completely and just lay there smiling as Sally kept licking slowly. The audience was loving it -- I'm sure that the men all had hard cocks and knew for sure that many of the women would have gladly swapped places with Jane.
I felt pleased with Sally -- she had perfumed well as a totally uninhibited slut. I decided it was time to use her mouth myself -- but she wouldn't know it was me. I went back up onto the platform as Jane got off the bench, still smiling broadly. I adjusted Sally's position so that she would be better-placed to suck my cock. I undid my slacks and got my cock out as the hostess watched and smiled. I'm sure Sally could smell my pre-cum -- she must have known that her mouth was going to be used by a man even if she didn't know which man.
I moved forward and held my cock right in front of her face. Small drops of pre-cum were continually forming as I wiped it across Sally's cheeks. Her mouth kept following it -- as if trying to take it in. I then held it steady for my second suck of the evening.. Sally started licking it slowly, as usual. It wasn't quite as easy without using her hands -- but she did a great job anyway.
Sally started licking and sucking - running her tongue along the shaft and around the head and then over the tip - licking the shaft and then taking it fully into her mouth -then slowly pulling her head backwards again - and starting all over. I wondered if she knew it was my cock. I held her head and pushed into her mouth a little further. She kept sucking enthusiastically - a dirty young slut doing what she does so well!
When I started to cum, I pulled my cock back right out of her mouth - and this time shot my load over her face. Sally couldn't move much anyway -- but she did hold her mouth open -- obviously trying to catch some of my cum. I wondered again if she thought that she could recognise mine by taste. When I was done, I pushed my cock back into her mouth -- I let her suck the last few drops away before withdrawing it completely. The audience clapped and laughed as I stepped away and zipped my fly. I went down the steps and paused for a second or two before walking back up -- I'm sure she could tell when somebody came onto or left the platform. Then I raised her head again until the cross was upright. Then I released her and undid the blindfold. The club hostess gave her a tissue to wipe my cum from her face -- Sally did so, looking very humiliated as she saw the large audience watching.
We both knew she had been suitably "punished" -- but I did wonder if she had enjoyed it a little too much! |
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." He had me by the hair, pulling my face into his chest roughly.
"No." I shook my head and bit at his shoulder. He was completely still for a second.
Then I found myself spread-eagled facedown on his bed. His knee kept my legs pushed apart while his hand pushed my face down into the mattress. I kept turning my face to the side, struggling for air, while he pulled at my hair and smacked my ass with his other hand.
"Bad girl." I could hear the grin in his voice as he hit me several more times, each one harder than the first.
"I'm not," I whispered, desperate to defend myself, but it came out sounding soft, like I couldn't even convince myself, much less him - the embodiment of my darkest desires.
"Liar." He growled, leaning down to nip at my ear. "You know I'm going to punish you until you tell the truth." I felt myself getting wet -- really wet -- soaking through my underwear and my shorts, all over his knee, and his bed.
He growled in delight and gave his hand a break from spanking me to slide between my legs and rub his fingers against my pussy. "Little slut." He slipped a finger inside me and laughed when I came -- instantly. "You know I'm in love with you, right?"
"Now who's lying?" It never failed to piss me off how he could give me the best orgasms of my life then immediately jump to toying with my emotions and trying to fuck with my head.
"Bitch." He whispered, flipping me over and pulling my shorts off before I could even try to stop him. He kissed me hard and fast the way he knew I liked it; then the kiss gentled. It became softer, more intense, his mouth giving me what I secretly craved, but had too much pride to ask for.
"You know me too well," he finally spoke, pulling his mouth away from mine.
"How could I? You don't even know yourself." I could feel his hard cock between my legs and I desperately wanted him to stop talking and fuck me.
"I know you." He grinned, rubbing himself against me in ways designed to drive me crazy.
"You know nothing." I hid everything I felt from him. It was my only defense against this amazing chemistry I was helpless to resist.
"I know more than you think I do." His eyes darkened for a fraction of a second; it was almost enough to make me believe him and that terrified me.
"Shut up and fuck me." I grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth back to mine. He barely let our lips touch before pinning my wrists above my head.
"Ask nicely." It was a dark command, twisting my resolve to resist his increasingly ridiculous demands. I hadn't forgotten that he wanted me to beg.
Unfortunately, he knew exactly which buttons to push. I could feel the head of his dick sliding against my wetness, hitting my clit with mind-blowing accuracy. He ran his mouth along my neck, licking and sucking until I twisted beneath him, panting. I would have clawed at his back if I could have freed my hands from his grip. I couldn't fight it any longer. Fuck.
"Shut up and fuck me . . . please." It was the compromise I was willing to make. I was still desperate to preserve some part of my depleting dignity. I looked up at him hopefully, would that be enough?
"For now." He answered, using his uncanny ability to read my mind. At least he didn't seem to have the same talent with my heart. Not giving me the chance to think about it a second longer, he kissed me hard and deep then he released my hands and flipped me over.
He was inside me before I could take my next breath and I was on my hands and knees losing myself to orgasms that felt like tidal waves.
"Hell," he whispered, "you're amazing." He spent himself inside me as I came around him for what felt like the billionth time. Wrapping his arms around me, he stayed inside me and rolled us over onto our sides. He nuzzled my neck and his breathing evened out. "I don't ever want to lose you," He whispered, falling asleep with me still locked in his arms.
I stayed awake and started to panic. I couldn't let him keep me. Not when staying with him would cost me myself . . . |
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She had done it. She had walked into the hotel, told them her name, and the desk clerk handed her a key. That doesn't sound so bad, but telling a complete stranger your name is His-BigTits, isn't as easy as you'd think.
But she was here now. In the room, quiet surrounding her. Not even the traffic on the street could be heard. She was alone. She gazed about the room and took in her surroundings. Everything was pretty standard, bed and bathroom. Except for the big box in the corner labeled, NOT FOR YOUR EYES, don't look or you'll regret it. She pulled out her phone, checked her email and there was one from him.
"You look lovely my pet, now follow the steps I gave you before, you have 30 minutes.
She looked at the time he sent it, ten minutes ago. Shit! Now it's only 20! You quickly let your hair down and let it fall, to let the kink of the bun fall out for him. Then you strip, jump into the bathroom and lather up everything. He wants you freshly shaven, everywhere. That means legs, underarms, forearms and of course your pussy, you want everything fresh for him.
That alone takes you fifteen minutes and you start to panic. You only have a small idea of what he has in store for you, but you know he won't mess around with your being late. It's the first time you're meeting in person, and you know you can't fail him now.
There a small bottle of perfume you notice as you dry off, with another note that reads, for you. You put it where he told you. Between you DD tits, and right above your freshly shaved slit. It's for him, not you.
Quickly, without looking at the time, you throw your heals back on and kneel facing the window, back to the door. Trying to catch your breath. Any air at all at this point, you're not sure if its from the running or if you're so scared you simply can't breathe.
Less than a minute later the door opens, and you feel the cold air rush on your back and you involuntarily shiver and make a small moan.
"Since this is the first time we're meeting, I will let that pass, but just this once. Understood?"
In your fluster you almost forget to answer him. "Yes Sir."
"Stand up BigTits, I want to inspect you. There is no point in us continuing this if you can't follow simple directions."
You stand up, he roughly spins you around and again you lose your breath. He grabs your nipple suddenly and twists, hard. You lose your breath again, and he twists harder, the other direction.
"Do you understand?" He says it roughly, a cruel undertone in his voice.
"Yes Sir" I whisper.
Tears prick your eyes. "Stand up straight, hold your arms out, and spread your legs, wide." He says this as he walks into the bathroom to see the towel laid disheveled over the towel bar, and checks to make sure the perfume has been used.
He walks back to you unbuttoning his shirt. He stops, looks at you, taking you in, all of you. Every insecurity you've ever had crosses your mind, you want nothing more than to be pleasing to him, in every way, and your body is no exception.
He suddenly reaches out, wraps his hand roughly around your throat. You make no sound, now you know better, and you just look at him, unable to breathe, but you look him straight in the eye.
Hands still out, legs spread... you don't move, just stare.
He lessens his grip only slightly, so you can breathe, but only just barely. With his other hand he begins his inspection. Starting with your breasts, he caresses them and takes his time over the nipples, getting them hard slowly. He then takes the back of his hand and caresses your arms, moves down the side of you and checks your legs.
You are so aware of his touch. You're not sure you can stand up for it, it is its own drug. Intoxicating you, he notices and again tightens his grip on your throat. Yep, you're back. Back to where you stand. You no longer belong to yourself, you are his, and you have been reminded of that. He slowly moves up to your pussy after he knows you are focused, and gently feels its softness.
"You little slut, you're already dripping." He brings his hand up to your nose, loosens his grip and then says "Smell your pussy Slut." You breathe it in deeply. You know the smell of yourself as he has made you smell yourself over and over again in virtual play. But you've never been allowed to taste it. You told him that you hadn't once in conversation, and he made you promise that you wouldn't until it was off of him.
You look at him again, straight in the eye. He's looking in yours. "Do you like the way your pussy smells Slut?"
"You know I do Sir." He suddenly grips your throat hard again, and plunges three of his fingers deep inside your pussy, he presses in hard and pulls out just enough to do it again, and again, and again. You can feel you juices running down your inner thigh, and suddenly he pulls out of you, loosens his grip on your throat, and holds his dripping wet hand up to your face. Again, he's looking you straight in the eye, and without another word puts his fingers in his own mouth. He tastes you, while you watch, slowly and deliberately.
"Mmmmmm, you are sweet."
"Thank you Sir" is all you can say, frustration building inside of you. He then tells you to kneel in front of him. He finishes taking off his shirt, and instructs you to slowly take off his pants. You raise your hands up, and unbuckle his belt. You pull it off and use your neck as a place to hang it. You unbutton him, and then unzip his pants. Gingerly, you reach up with both hands and pull his boxers and pants down all at the same time, as his cock bulges inches from your face. You continue to look forward, straight at his cock, but bend to the side to let him step out of his pants. He steps away and you look up at him, your eyes wide. He's much bigger than you anticipated. This is supposed to be a first night to meet but also a first night for all the other stuff. Sure you've had sex before, but not like this.
He smiles, looks down on you, "Afraid?" You nod. "Why?" He says.
"Sir, because if you accept me, we make that bond with my ass! I've never had anything in my ass, and that will break me Sir!"
He takes you by the shoulders, gets very close to your face, looks you in the eyes and says, "You have to trust me, do you trust me?" You nod, tears again pricking your eyes.
"Say it!" He speaks forcibly, but not cruelly.
"I trust you Sir." You strangle out.
He holds on to your shoulders and begins walking you backward, toward the bed. He then sits you down on the edge. He walks across the room, opens the box, and pulls out a myriad of ropes. The juices start flowing again, and you rub your thighs together, just a little.
He orders you to stand and put your hands by your side. He begins the macrabre, and gently ties your tits in place. Not to tightly, but enough that they stand at attention for him. Then he runs the rope behind your back and under you and pulls the two ends firmly up your ass crack, then separates them a bit and runs them along the outer edge of you pussy lips, finally pulling them tight through the bonds of your tits. He take another rope, ties your right wrist three times, then wraps the rope around your tummy and back several times and then ties your left hand to your waist as well.
Firmly, he lays you down on your back, takes a third rope and ties your left thigh and calf together. Followed by the same action on your right leg. You are now completely immobile, and every part of you is open to his needs, his wants, and his desires.
He gently puts the same three fingers into your pussy and ever so softly rocks them in and out of your pussy. You know you're dripping on the bed. You are so turned on that your nipples are at complete attention, begging for your Sir's touch. Still he rocks, begins playing with you clit, coaxing it out of it's hiding place. Slowly it bends to him, and come out of the hood. It is swollen and wanting. Sir takes his hand out of your pussy, and latches on to your clit with his mouth. Sucking hard, and you begin to moan. As soon as you do, he stops. He knows he has you right where he wants you.
He reaches up and smacks your right tit, hard. You don't know if your screaming because of the pain or the fact that his mouth has gone away. He quickly does the same thing to the left tit.
Again you scream, and the he grabs your bound thigh and penetrates your pussy. In one, forcible stroke you take all of him in. You feel the head of his cock in the back of you, and he pushes it in just a little bit harder.
"Are you mine TitSlut? Does this cock own you?"
"Yes Sir, I am your TitSlut!" You desire will admit to anything now."You own me, my will is yours."
"Do you want me to fuck you slut? " He hasn't moved since he drove deep into you and you begin to squirm wanting him to fuck you harder than any other woman he has ever fucked.
"Your TitSlut wants you to fuck her so hard you break her in half Sir!"
He begins pumping you so hard your tits are bouncing up to your chin despite their being tied. "Do you like this Slut?" he practically screams.
"Yeeeaaaasssss!" You yell.
"Tell everyone on the block that your a slut! I want every hotel neighbor we have in this building to know that you're a slut. Scream it!"
He begins pumping at a rate you didn't know existed and you yell out with all that you are, " I AM A SLUT! I AM HIS SLUT! I AM OWNED!"
"Again!"
I AM HIS FUCKING LITTLE WHORE! MY LITTLE PUSSY IS ONLY FOR MY SIR! I AM HIS TITSLUT! HIIISSSS TITSLUT WHORE! You are so close and you realize you haven't asked permission to cum.
You scream again, as he is slapping your tits relentlessly. You scream again, "SIR CAN YOUR TITSLUT CUM?!? PLEASE!" He says yes, and after two more swift, deep pumps from him your pussy and everything else explodes. You cum hard all around him, but even as you're cumming he continues to fuck you mercilessly. You can feel him start to engorge and at the last minute, he pulls out and cums all over you. His load is all over your pussy, your tits, your face and even in your hair.
He falls down next to you. There's too much pleasure to hold in. The pain that pulsates through your tits is overwhelming, and feels amazing. Your pussy is still convulsing and tears escape your eyes, fulfillment at last you think.
He recovers and begins to untie you, you sit up on the bed after all the ropes are off, and you rub your wrists to get blood flow going again.
"Stand up." He hands you an ice bucket, "Go get us some ice. Just. Like. That." I step out into the hallway naked and covered in his cum and mine still slick between my thighs, knowing that the ice machine is in the lobby on the first floor. |
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Kara hurried from her office, the hard points of her erect nipples chafing against the slick silk of her blouse. She had taken to wearing the below bust corsets, that Andrew had introduced her to, beneath a heavy top, as part of her office attire. She could feel the eyes of her male colleagues, as they appraised her erect nipples, pressed against the smooth cloth. The knowledge of their lust and the sting of her buttocks left her wet and excited, more than ready for her sojourns under Andrew's tutelage.
Martine arrived, punctual to the second, as Kara left her office and stood with the rear door of Andrew's sleek limousine open. Kara could see the hint of a smile curving the woman's mouth into an attractive bow, as they exchanged glances while she settled herself against the cool leather of the back seat. She listened to the soft double click of the door closing and felt the smooth acceleration as Martine guided the big car expertly through the building traffic.
Kara glanced at her watch and calculated whether she would have time to ask Martine to stop at her home for a few minutes, so that she could change her blouse, but changed her mind as she felt her nipples harden against her silk blouse, anticipating the sweetness of surrendering to Andrew's mastery of her mind and body. Martine slid the car expertly to a halt by the kerb and hurried to open the door for Kara to alight. Kara nodded to her and hurried up the steps to the gleaming front door. As usual, the door had been left unlocked for her and she pushed it open to step inside the long cool hallway.
As she hung her jacket behind the door, she saw the note, in Andrew's careful , on the table beneath the coat rack. Slitting it open with her thumbnail she read the short instruction, telling her to wait for him downstairs.
Quickly, Kara walked the length of the hallway and climbed down the steep, concrete, steps that lead to the room where Andrew had whipped her bare bottom. Even now, the remembered sting of the silken cords lashing across the taut mounds of her buttocks excited her and made her already wet pussy dribble down the inside of her thighs. Pushing the door open, she found Andrew waiting for her, wearing just a pair of dark slacks. Moving close to her he pulled her to him and pressed his mouth hungrily to her lips, his tongue thrusting against her teeth and forcing its way inside her mouth. Kara groaned deeply into his mouth and relaxed into his embrace. Still embracing her with one arm, he slid his hand between their bodies and cupped her small, rounded breast, the swelling curve emphasised by the tight corset that she wore all of the time now. The nipple, erect and hard as a hazelnut, quivered between his finger and thumb, drawing a long gasp of pleasure, as he gently tugged and squeezed her delicate flesh.
Slowly, he unfastened the pearl buttons, exposing more and more of her silky skin to his exploring fingertips, until her blouse hung open and he could reach higher, cupping her breast in his warm hand and rolling her nipple between his finger and thumb. Kara moaned and arched her spine, pressing her breast more firmly against Andrew's hand so that she could feel his rough caress against every possible inch of her skin. Andrew pushed Kara to her feet and over to the centre of the room where an old-fashioned vaulting horse had been set up, in place of the bed.
Kara knew that Andrew wanted her to bend over the back of it, her breasts pressed hard against the rough leather surface. Obediently, she bent at her waist and Andrew hooked his fingers in the waistband of her skirt and yanked it down to her ankles. Kara gasped at the rush of cool air against the shaven, damp lips of her pussy and then shivered as Andrew slowly ran his hands down one thigh, past her knee, until he had her ankle in his hands and was guiding it to the splayed leg of the vaulting horse. She felt him fasten her ankle to the wooden leg with a thin leather strap and then, swiftly, his hands were caressing her other thigh, sliding downwards. It took a moment, but her other ankle was swiftly fastened and she was bent over the vaulting horse, helpless.
Kara heard Andrew behind her, moving closer and then, without giving her a chance to protest, he had covered her eyes with a, heavy, black velvet blindfold, fastening it tightly so she could not see. Kara swallowed nervously as she heard the rustle of something being taken out of a paper bag. She felt something cool, but roughened, stroking the side of her face and then disappearing to slide over the bare skin at her shoulders. A moment later she felt the same rough coolness against the other side of her face and then across her bare shoulders. Andrew gripped her chin and squeezed, his fingers digging into her cheeks and forcing her mouth open in an agonised pout then, with his other hand, ran the leather strap he had been stroking over her face and shoulders across her lips.
Kara could feel the strange coolness and contrasting rough and smooth surfaces and smell the masculine tang of dressed leather, even though she could see nothing, apart from the occasional flash from beneath the material. Andrew leaned over and she could feel the warmth of his breath as he spoke.
"Welcome to your next training session, dearest Kara," he murmured gently "Thank you, Sir."
Kara tensed a little as Andrew drew the tip of the leather strap along the back of one thigh and along the crack between her buttocks, making her shiver with the caress against her skin. Slowly he drew the smooth side across her buttocks and then the rough side, tormenting and teasing her with the contact. Kara moaned deep in her throat as the leather rasped against her skin and then yelped when he drew his arm back and swung the leather across the cheeks of her arse with an earsplitting CRACK!
Kara stiffened as the leather smacked into her tender buttocks, instantly raising a bright pink welt across both cheeks. She wanted desperately to reach back and massage her violated flesh but stayed still, knowing that Andrew expected her total surrender. The leather hissed through the air, like a striking snake and she felt it bite into her delicate skin again, reddening it and making her nerves burn.
The first stroke of the leather across her tight arse sent dark sparks of pleasure directly to Kara's clit. She sobbed, frustration gripping her body, as she waited for the next swing of the strap, unable to beg Andrew for a release from the building excitement because the ball held her tongue pressed onto the floor of her mouth. Involuntarily, she reached back towards the reddened skin of her buttocks, only for Andrew to catch her wrists and bind them, swiftly, with a silk scarf.
Kara felt Andrew's hand on the back of her neck and sensed the shift in his weight, as he raised the strap high and brought it down across her arse, marking it with another fiery stripe and making her jerk in his grasp. She tensed for a third blow but Andrew anticipated her reaction and slowly dragged the end of the strap lightly across the pair of welts he had decorated her buttocks with. Kara shivered and sobbed around the ball in her mouth, her saliva drooling from the corners of her lips, just as it did when she sucked on his cock.
Andrew suddenly flicked his wrist, sending the leather snaking across Kara's bottom, just a finger width below the previous welt. This time she could not even attempt to reach back and touch the inflamed skin, so she had to content herself with a shiver of excitement. The room was filled with the scent of the warm leather, mingled with the sharper sweetness of her dripping pussy.
Andrew pressed the tips of his fingers between Kara's thighs, running them along the length of her slit, parting the soft folds that were gummed together by the juices that had begun to ooze from inside her and trickle along the inside of her thighs. Kara shuddered at Andrew's touch and tried to tilt her hips so that his fingers would slide deeper into her hot, moist passage but he drew his hand back and swung the leather again.
Kara heard the crack of the strap against her bottom before the searing, burning sensation that seemed to ignite her clit and she moaned, low in her throat as Andrew parted her cheeks with his fingers and slowly dragged the strap along the crack and across the tight bud of her anus. The dark pucker tightened and seemed to wink, invitingly, as Andrew teased Kara, the leather a gentle caress, this time.
Tears mingled with Kara's eye make-up and made clownish streaks as she sobbed in frustration, her arse and pussy achingly empty while her jaws ached where the gag forced her mouth open. She heard the strap swish through the air and, before she could brace herself, felt it crashing against her tender, sensitive, bottom. Her arse was crimson now and she felt as though it was burning up. Even while she was shuddering from the blow, trying to control her rebellious body, Andrew cracked the strap against her flesh, this time along the length of the valley between her buttocks.
Andrew laid the strap aside and released her ankles from the wooden legs of the horse, leading Kara over to the narrow bed that had been pushed into a corner, pushing her, belly down, onto the mattress. She felt his fingers, unfastening the gag and the blindfold and she drew a huge, shuddering breath, deep into her lungs.
Before Kara could speak, Andrew was spreading her thighs and probing the wet cavity of her pussy with two fingers, his thumb resting on her anus, rubbing in circular caresses. Kara lifted her hips and gasped as she felt a third finger stretching her pussy and the tip of Andrew's cock sliding along the sweaty valley between her buttocks.
Andrew moved back and bent over Kara's reddened bottom, pressing his lips gently, tenderly against her hot skin in a caressing kiss. Slowly, his fingers still massaging Kara's dripping pussy, Andrew laid a pattern of feathery kisses on her inflamed buttocks. Gradually, his mouth moved towards the dimple at the base of her spine and then, imperceptibly onto the start of the valley that deepened between her buttocks.
Kara felt the pressure of Andrew's fingers, as he eased her buttocks apart, exposing the puckered ring of her anus. Slowly, he ran the tip of his tongue down the crack of her arse until it brushed against her tight ring. Kara arched her back, pressing against the bed with her elbows, her dark hair fanned across her shoulders.
Andrew pointed his tongue and, gently stretching her anus with his fingertips, slipped the tip into Kara's bottom, swirling it over the sensitive dark ring and easing it inside, tasting her. Kara groaned deep in her chest and felt her pussy tighten and her belly cramping a little with the sensations filling her body. Her aching pussy oozed a little more moisture, perfuming the air with the sharpness of her sex.
Andrew moved his mouth away from Kara's bottom and blew gently across the opening of her anus. Kara spasmed briefly at the contrast as his breath cooled the moisture bedewing her arsehole and then Andrew was turning her onto her back and gently parting her legs.
Kara felt the velvet hardness of Andrew's cockhead against the lips of her bald pussy and groaned a murmur of encouragement as he pressed forward, opening her slowly and gently, by easing his cock into her wet passage and sinking its length slowly into her vagina. Kara lay beneath Andrew, pinned to the bed by the cock impaling her sodden cunt.
Andrew slowly rocked his hips back and forth, pulling back until his cock was almost slipping out of her cunt and then ramming harder and deeper so that his balls slapped against her arse. Kara was grunting like an animal, her pleas of 'fuck me fuck me' barely distinguishable from the rutting sound she made with each thrust.
Grabbing her ankles, but with his cock buried all of the way to his balls in her cunt, Andrew draped Kara's legs, both of them, over his right shoulder, twisting her spine and tightening her cunt. Kara's hair spread across the pillow and her breasts jiggled as he thrust his way viciously into her cunt, her thighs pressed against his chest and their bodies meeting with a wet slap.
Kara was too tight for Andrew to last much longer and roaring triumphantly, he felt his cock swell and start spraying his load of virile, hot sperm into Kara's womb.
Kara fell deeply asleep, cradled in Andrew's arms. She did not stir as he slipped from her embrace and, stooping a little, lifted her from the mattress and carried her out of the basement room and upstairs to the master bedroom. There he laid her on the crisp Egyptian cotton sheets that covered his bed and drew a fine sheet, barely thicker than a piece of gauze over her somnolent form.
Kara slept deeply, almost dreamlessly, only once turning to reach out for the warmth of Andrew's body. As she slept, Andrew showered and shaved, splashing a dab of the sharp scented after-shave lotion, which he wore in the daytime, against his face. Then, his body cleansed and fresh, he slid under the sheet and gently pressed himself into Kara's firm buttocks, plastering himself along her sweat-slicked spine.
Kara stirred and opened her eyes, feeling the pleasant ache between her loins, reminding her of the sensations she had thrilled to as Andrew had gently but passionately made love to her. she moved again and felt the hot throb of Andrew's cock, pressed along the crack of her arse. Slowly she shifted position, using the sweat that was pooled between the cheeks of her bottom to moisten the shaft of his cock.
Kara may have fantasised Andrew thrusting his cock into her unprepared anus but, realistically, she knew that the pain of such a violation would far outweigh the pleasures that she might gain afterwards. Even thoroughly laved and lubricated with her saliva and her sexual juices, his cock was large enough to tear her a little.
Almost instantly, Kara was rewarded with a stiffening of Andrew's cock and she felt his hands on her hips, holding her. She struggled for a moment, trying to turn onto her belly and lift her arse to take his hardening cock, but he held her, one hand gripping her hip tightly, while the other guided the head of his swollen cock between her buttocks until it was pressed against the centre of her anus.
His grip tightened as he shoved his hips forwards, the head of his cock stretching her anus and then tearing through, so that she cried out in a mingling of pain and pleasure that was both her pleasure and her craving. Even as she cried out and her eyes streamed with hot tears at the pain of Andrew's forceful intrusion, Kara was pushing back against his loins and bearing down to open her bowel, so that his cock could slide deeper into her rectum.
Kara could feel Andrew's breath against her neck, as he thrust forwards, driving his swollen cock deeper and deeper into her arse. She felt his grip relax and his hand move along the front of her thigh, pressing her back against him, adjusting the angle of her body, so that she remained impaled on his cock. Andrew curled his hand under her knee, lifting it back so that her pussy was opened a little.
Kara's eyes widened and she realised that Andrew had angled the mirrored door of his wardrobe so that she could see herself, her legs splayed and her clit obviously erect and swollen as he thrust his cock into her arse. She watched as Andrew pushed deeply into her pliant body, observing the curve of breast to hip and the darkness of her hard, erect, nipples against the cool milky mounds of her breasts.
"Do you like what you see?" Andrew murmured into her ear, "You like watching yourself responding to the feel of my cock filling your beautiful arse?"
"God yes!" Kara hissed back, "but I need you to fuck me hard, please, just fuck my arse."
"You have beautiful tits, my sweet, and your arse is so tight and hot"
With his last word, Andrew drove his cock hard into Kara's bottom, feeling the delicate membrane at her entrance tearing a little and making her eyes water. Kara could see the merest hint of her blood on the shaft of his cock as he withdrew and she smiled, taking a perverse and dark pleasure in the knowledge that he split her bottom again, despite his efforts to be gentle and considerate.
For a few long moments, the only sounds in the room were their pants as they coupled, mingled with the slap of wet flesh against wet flesh, as their sweat soaked bodies crashed together. Kara felt his cock stiffen inside her and knew that, again, she would be treated to a sample of Andrew's hot, thick sperm, this time, where she liked best to feel it - in her arse.
Andrew roared and, with a deeper than ever lunge that buried his cock, up to his heavy balls, in Kara's arse, he unleashed a torrent of sperm, plastering the inner walls of her bowel and rectum with stinging splashes of his semen. Kara shuddered, feeling the quaking inside them both subside and smiled as she wondered whether this could be her favourite way of being wakened in the morning. |
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It's amazing the power that you can be trusted with. That someone will give you.
I brush the back of my hand over her left cheek to make sure she's no longer trembling. Then I lay it over her lips and wait for her to kiss it before moving two fingers down the side of her neck, to pet her, stroke her—comfort her. I lean down and kiss her on the lips, her right cheek and the blindfold that blinds her.
"Are you ready?" I ask it as neutrally as I can, trying to stop any hint of concern or excitement from entering my voice.
She nods, her lips pursed together, trying to be brave for me.
"Good. Now you know you can say stop any time? That I won't be angry and it won't change anything. Okay?"
She nods again.
Choice, pressure, force. What's the best way to make a woman feel like she has the power to say no while still stripping away her ability to do so. To make her feel that sublime balance of agency and helplessness. I don't know. I don't pretend to. If there's some system I haven't learned it. As best as I can tell, you simply try your best to learn the woman, to garner her trust and have her return it. To satisfy that part of her that is always yearning to be free and bound together at once.
I kiss up her elbow to her wrist to make sure the bind is tight with a quick tug, then I kiss her palm. I kiss it again and again, brushing my lips over the surface. I want her to know that although she's bound and blind. That I can have any part of her. But instead of savaging her, putting my cock wherever I please that I want to kiss her. Soothe her. Be with her.
Sliding into bed, I make my way between her legs and part them a shoulder's width. I kiss her hips, her pussy through the cotton panties. I rake my fingers up and down her ribs and grab her ass firmly, ramping up pressure and releasing. Digging my fingers into her flesh with little pulses before sliding out from under her, pushing my lips against her clit through the fabric.
I rise, make my way over to the end table where I pick up the small, swollen device. As I make my way back to her, I can see her writhing just a little, just enough to fight the constraints. "It's okay," I say as I slide the plastic tip up and down her thighs. "Just relax."
When I push the short, pink toy against her panties her legs instinctively close. I laugh, enough of my body is between them to make closing all the way impossible, and once I set the plug down, it's easy enough to push her thighs apart. She fights me, though, and she can squeeze her legs together almost as well as I can push them apart. After a few moments of this tug of war I ask, "Are you sure you want to make it more difficult?"
Her legs go limp, then spread again.
I move out and order her to close them. She hesitates a moment, then does so. When her ankles are touching I lean over her, grasp her panties by the waistband and drag them off, tossing them aside with a small thud against the wall.
"Open them." I wait a moment, and when she doesn't comply I give a more firm command. "Spread."
She does, and I look at her for a moment. Her shaved pussy, her thick thighs, her rapidly rising and falling torso and tightly pressed lips. And she is beautiful.
I take the last precaution while up and grab the lube and the second toy. I don't want to leave her again. I'm already hungry, my eyes are narrowed and bright, filled with the desire you can only have for a woman you need.
Making my way between her legs for the last time, I put just a tad of the gel on my index finger and rub it in with my opposite hand. When it is slick to my satisfaction I lean down and push my lips against her pussy.
I give her long, full kisses across the lips, then up and down the slit. Only kisses, no licks, and nothing on the clit. Not yet. I want to make her want it, need it.
She's resisting more than normal, afraid of what's coming next, and I can't blame her. To put her at ease, I redouble my efforts. I push my tongue into her and lick in a small, quick circle until she moans, then I fuck her with my tongue and a darting motion before I slide up to her clit to suck on it, and then kiss it over and over again before I give it a long, slow lick.
When she pushes herself against my face I know she's ready and I unceremoniously push my lubed finger into her ass.
She freezes instantly, inhaling deep and gasping from the back of her throat.
I lick her clit as I slide the finger all the way up her ass, but the sensation is too much, she bucks against me, she moans and I move my lips back down against hers to kiss and suck on her labia. When she is back in a state of relative ease I push my finger all the way in.
Her body tenses, shifts, with each movement I make. I know that if she wasn't bound to the headboard she'd be able to move away from me and close herself up once more.
But that's why we took this precaution. That's why she's mine.
I make small circles with my fingers. Slow and strong, spreading her open with each turn. It doesn't take long before the motion becomes easy and she stops fighting I lost myself in the intoxication of it before I remember to kiss her, lick her, put my free hand on her hip. "You're amazing" I say as I grip her.
When I pull out of her she gasps, and for just a second her body follows my finger before snapping back away. I release her to lube up a second and third fingers. Two slide into easier than the first, and with a few corkscrews, and a quick maneuver the third goes in too. I roll them until my wrist aches from the torque, then I push in and out, a taste of things to come.
I wriggle them back and forth with gentle precision as I lean my face to kiss her pussy again, this time going for something new.
My tongue pushes against her clit so roughly that I can feel it shift with each lick. I suck it into my mouth and kiss it again and again before pushing my face against her lips to resume licking, to push so hard that strands of my beard and my chin enter her.
We move back and forth, locked against one another, sometimes me moving my hand inside her, and sometimes letting it be still. This goes on until she cums hard enough to drench the lower half of my face.
She breathes deeply for a minute while I wait in perfect stillness. When she's recovered I wordlessly pull my fingers out of her. Then, without resistance, I insert the first of two toys, the plug, into her.
Her groans fill the room as it slides into her, the headboard knocking against the wall from the shifts in her arms. She only struggles as the thicker and thicker base reaches new dimensions in her. I don't push it all the way in, just enough for what comes next.
I slide up her body, kissing her hips and stomach through the shirt and up her neck to her lips. She kisses me back instantly and it makes me smile and look at her blindfolded face for a moment before I kiss her again. And again. And again.
My knees plant themselves into the mattress between hers, thighs meeting thighs, as my cock pushes into her pussy.
It is wonderful and after only a moment,she is moaning like never before. Little growls through grit teeth on the way in, wails and shudders on the way out. I go slowly with a sawing motion, purposely pushing down as I go in, to squeeze her between my cock and the toy. To make her feel what it's like to be this full.
I'm not able to speed up, to push as fast as I'd like as it would be too much for her. Every time I push faster, harder, she cries out until I stop. Not pain, but not pleasure either. Not yet, at least.
So we fuck long and slow, with full strokes, each push and pull causing an audible response from her. It lasts until I can't take it any longer, until I need her too much.
I rip the plug out of her and toss it aside as I fumble for the lube to squirt a mass of it on the second toy. It's much smaller, and will fit easier, but I'm at my absolute limit and I can't be interrupted again. I cannot wait any longer. I grease up the little bullet and push it into her, making sure it's secure by shaking it side to side. When it sticks, when it's in, I turn on the vibration to the lowest setting and position myself over her again.
She's whimpering by the time I'm pushing into her, her legs grasping the outside of my hips, pulling me towards her and trying to close around the sensation all at once. She lets out a cry as I push into her that switches the last part of my humanity off, and as she screams out I put my hand around her neck and squeeze gently as I start to pick up steam.
I am my rigid, shuddering cock and I slam in and out of her at maximum speed, the vibrations from her ass tickling me as I do. But I feel it less and less as I move in and out of her faster.
She's stopped making any noises except single, guttural moans when I push back into her. They're some mix of a sigh and long, heavy "H", and nothing else.
And having her there, helpless, wordless and over-stimulated only turns me on more. "You're mine" I say as I try and make her groan and growl the way I am, the way she needs to to please me.
She doesn't. Instead she cries out as she cums, her pussy spasming around me as she does.
I move my hand from her neck to the headboard and I begin to shove in and out of her as I call her my pet, my toy, my beautiful creature—all while fucking through the sloshing, deep quivers of her cum. Fucking until the world becomes a white-hot blur, and fucking past it, if only for a few seconds.
She's screaming, but I can barely hear it through my own growl, through the deafening climax I have as I cum inside her.
A moment later I remind myself that I can't stay on top her, empty and dead, as much as I would like. I push myself off of her and pull the bullet from her ass to switch it off.
I take a deep breath as the world is still blurry and my head is empty, then I move to my feet and walk to her side once more, undoing the binds and letting her hands drop. I leave the blindfold on, just so I can get back to her side quickly. We slide to the dry side of the bed, and once we do, we hold each other, breath on one another and share a single kiss.
After a few moments she nuzzles into my chest and murmurs a thank you.
"Don't thank me yet." I say.
She kisses my chest a few times, lightly brushing her lips over it, before asking why not.
"Don't thank me until you've done the real thing." |
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am walking down the street with my girlfriend, gently I reached over and gave a ass a little squeeze, "I love you," I whispered in her ear, but then suddenly I feel a sharp stab in my neck as I turn round to see I collapse to the floor Laura next to me.
When we recover I notice we are in a dark room, like a prison cell with no windows, suddenly the door flies open and a guard comes and drags Laura out leaving me in the cell wondering what is going on. I lie down on the bed still groggy from the drug wondering what is going to happen next.
I awake with a start as once again the big metal door is flung open I am dragged out of the cell down a corridor into a bright room there I see suspended off the floor by ropes Laura totally naked. I see she is crying, attached to both her firm nipples where hooks, obviously new as I had not noticed she had had any piercing before. The piercings where attached together to a chain that led down between her legs, they had also pierced her clit again with a small ring attached by the chain to all three points were ropes running up to the ceiling.
I had no more time to look they led me over to what looked like an exercise bike however the saddle had been replaced by a thick leather harness. Forcefully they ripped all my cloths off leaving me there, standing totally naked and scared.
I was instructed to sit and a large vibrator was attached to the seat and then the whole harness was pulled tight forcing the vibrator deep inside me, stretching my pussy and putting pressure on my clit, however it was not turned on yet.
When I was ready in walked a man dressed as a doctor, he clapped his hands and the 'porters' left. He then started to explain his contraption; "I will now give you one chance to prove your devotion to your partner if she submits you shall both be my sex slaves together.
"You see the piercings are attached to a winch you must counter act this winch by peddling your bike so she is not pulled apart, but that is not all."
He slowly pulled out a big black dildo presenting it before my eyes, "This inflatable dildo will be placed up your dear friends ass, however I am sure no person could take it fully inflated!" he lent on a piston and the already large looking thing swelled up to the size of a water melon I winced as he shoved it in a slightly deflated state up Laura ass.
Laura screamed as the so called doctor rammed it into her virgin hole not bothering with any lubrication, and she once again started to sob, "Now the handle bars of you bike are connected to another winch which will stop the weight inflating the thing so you must keep both you arms and legs moving." My head was already spinning from the thought of the task ahead when he chimed in again.
The Doctor continued, "Thirdly this is my patented electric stimulator," he pulled out a large silver dildo with a lead coming out of it. This time it did look lubricated no doubt to make the connection. Gently his evil device glided into Laura's pussy and she let out a moan. "Now you see this can simulate all the sensations of real sex by artificially stimulating the nerves however over stimulation can occur even causing death, so if you want to keep her sensations in the safe limit, you must keep your heart rate down."
Bringing out two pads he gently moistened them and stuck them onto my naked chest, roughly fondling my breasts as he did so. My pulse was already quite high. "Start peddling I am going to arm the machine," as he did so I knew now I must not stop yet I must keep my pulse low. "Remember if you friend here gives up and pushes this button in her hand you mine," he drawled on and I peddled.
"Now we can't have Laura her having all the fun can we, how silly of me," said the doctor menacingly and he picked up a remote control and turned it on instantly I felt the vibrating dildo strapped inside my already moist lips spring into life, not only was it humming on my clit as it spun it would pass over my g-spot, instantly my hart rate increased and I could here Laura moan as her electric stimulation increased inside her ravaged body.
I could tell she was getting a very intensive stimulation. Her cunt was dripping on to the floor. As the doctor increased the speed at which my own vibrator was whirling I found it hard to keep moving. I was facing a losing battle I could no longer stretch my arms out far enough to keep up the weight. Slowly Laura's tight ass was being torn open by the inflatable dildo swelling up inside her.
However she seemed to like this new sensation probably brought on by the intense stimulation from the docs electric rod. She began bucking against an imaginary body almost reaching her orgasm. I could tell I was not far off as the vibrator locked onto my lower body was too good and soon both Laura and I were coming in unison screaming as the doctor looked on with glee.
The mixture of exhaustion and the sensation of the thing strapped into me were so intense I forgot everything and stopped peddling my exhilaration was instantly cut short by a scream as the weight were ripping on Laura young breasts and clit I can remember shouting just push the button and as she did I felt that horrible pain in my neck again as I collapsed seeing the doctor leaning over in satisfaction with the needle I knew we were his.
As I lay there in my cell I thought about my situation under the power of someone I don't even know. The door flew open and a 'nurse' told me to change into the surgical style gown that had been thrown into the room.
As I changed into the open backed degrading article I could sense the 'security' camera, my ever-present friend, was following me, zooming in on my naked body. I imagined the Doc behind the screen sinisterly watching, I shuddered.
As soon as I had changed a nurse came back into the room and took my old cloths away locking me back in. I noticed he had left me a cup of something I was suspicious but a voice came over the intercom, with a slightly aggressive controlling tone, "Drink it!", I was under his control since our last adventure so I had to obey. As I sipped it down I felt the predictable comforting, sleepy feeling coming over me, it had been drugged.
I woke up again on something like a bed made of soft leather with a soft pillow like in a doctor's surgery. I tried to move realising my hands where tied by my side and my legs spread open tied at the ankles to the corners of the bed. It was then I realised I was totally naked I felt a slight breeze blow over my exposed, shaven pussy.
The doc walked into the room, "Now for your punishment for failing my last little experiment." He raised my head slightly I looked down and saw a small box attached to the bed, to this box the doc fitted a smooth shiny metallic dildo with a thick long shaft topped off with a small nib that was obviously for my clit. Nevertheless my heart sank when I saw he was strapping the heart monitor onto me again, not more of that I thought but all I could do was wait.
"Now let us begin!" he cried clapping his hands, slowly the smooth object slid towards me shining from the lubrication added for my comfort. I gasped as it entered me pushing deep inside it felt smooth as it slid in, then as the small nib touched my clit it started to vibrate sending me into ecstasy as the vibrations penetrated throughout my body.
I felt it rolling round inside me pushing in and out I knew I couldn't last long I wondered why this was punishment, now I wish I had never asked, just I was about to go over the edge and feel the terrific orgasm washing over me the thing stopped and withdrew so that there was that the head was barely inside but tickling it none the less. "Now for the punishment I can tell when you are about to orgasm and I will keep stopping the machine just before you go over the edge I will control if you cum, after all, your mine."
At first I was naive and thought this was not much of a punishment, not having had it withheld before. For the next few days he kept me from coming either strapped onto the table or hands shackled so I could not relieve myself. Soon I wanted to cum so badly. I thought I could hide the feeling from him until it was too late and I came but he was smart, cutting it closer each time all. All I wanted to do was reach climax. I was desperate I thought I would do anything to feel the warm waves of an orgasm wash over me in the heightened state of horniness from the machine. It was then he issued another ultimatum;
He flicked a switch and revealed Laura through the one way mirror in the room I hadn't noticed before. She was strapped onto an upright frame with a large dildo in her pussy but something more sinister as well. On her wrists and ankles were large cuffs with power leads running from them and on her head was a cap she was in an electric chair my heart sank I had already pre-empted his words.
"Just say the word and I'll let the machine continue," all I had to do was betray my friend, my partner, and once again I could feel satisfied but she would die. I thought about what I should do when the doc once again started the torturing of my throbbing slit.
As the dildo moved inside and once again started its ministrations on my clit I knew I might not stop myself. His voice was in my head now screaming at me in a low menacing tone, "Just do it! Say the word and I'll let u come," I felt the powerful tool pushing in and out sliding inside, touching every part of my pussy and clit I was losing control I had to cum this time.
As I reached the point where I was so far gone I knew the machine was about to pull out once again, I felt the words escape my lips without conscious thought I had said it, "Go ahead, do it." My orgasm exploded inside me, the most amazing reminding me of the first time I had ever felt the feeling, strong and powerful stirrings washing over me in warm waves. My body was wracked with the feeling and was aware of nothing else but my pleasure brought on by this machine.
As I passed out from the feeling the last thing I saw as I looked over towards Laura was her spasming from electric shock and it was all my fault, I had betrayed her for sexual gratification, I felt terrible I had killed her, the doc had won, broken my spirit.
Post , the doc didn't actually kill Laura he just wanted me to feel like a Judas so all her spasm was low voltage giving her a fantastic orgasm from the electrified dildo, after all he didn't want to lose any of his sex slave guinea pigs. |
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