“I… I want to show you my pussy,” she repeats, kicking her panties off and spreading her legs to display her cunt. She smiles, but there’s a faintly worried undertone to it, like deep down she’s afraid that she doesn’t know how to stop. The pleasure coursing through her every time she obeys is so intense, so powerful that she doesn’t think she has a choice anymore. She can’t not be happy when she’s staring blankly into the distance and playing with her full, heavy tits for the man standing next to the couch. The joy is invading her brain, carrying her along with it. She’s being swept along by the force of it now. And she doesn’t know where it’s going to end.
He speaks again. She doesn’t hear him; her head is ringing with pleasure too loudly to notice speech. She feels like a tuning fork that’s been struck and touched to a hard surface, filled with a pure and constant vibration that resonates through every atom of her being. All she knows is that she responds easily and effortlessly, reciting the words, “I want to be fucked into obedience”, as if they came from her own head. They didn’t. Nothing in her head belongs to her anymore. She can’t even be upset about it. There’s no room for anger or fear in her brain–they’ve simply been pushed out.
She can sense the space where they were. There’s a quiet gap in her head that has the shape of terror–she can feel the edges where the understanding should go, the knowledge that yes, a stranger was waiting for her when she came home and yes, he told her to look into his eyes and feel her mind bending to his will, and yes, she hasn’t been able to resist doing anything he’s said no matter how lewd and lascivious and depraved. She can feel the echoes of fear as her brain tries to grapple with the fact that she’s doing things that should frighten her. But every time she tries to get a grip on it, it just… slides away. She should be afraid of that too, but…
She realizes that she’s disassociating, reducing herself to a passenger in her own consciousness as she stares at the ceiling and repeats, “I want to feel you inside my cunt.” She’s thinking less and less about less and less, her mind simply whiting out for longer and longer stretches as his fingers disappear inside her pussy and his words disappear inside her mind. How long has she been like this? What does the passage of time feel like anymore? The pleasure is making time stretch and distend like melting taffy, until she feels her mind sagging and softening into the gaps in her own awareness. She can’t stop staring. She can’t stop smiling.
“I want to s-stop thinking,” she groans, her hips rolling up into his thrusting fingers, and she knows that it’s becoming more and more true with every passing moment. The sliver of consciousness that’s aware of the manipulation of her thoughts and her will is attenuating more and more as he pours his power into her, the plastic blankness in her mind becoming less and less artificial and more her state of being. Her thoughts are seizing up, setting like gelatin until the blankness becomes who she is. Her head feels like it’s hollowing out like a doll, until she’s poseable and pliable and. And.
“I don’t need to think anymore,” she says, her eyes settling into a glassy, unfocused stare. Her smile freezes in perfect plastic bliss. And at last, she gives in and comes.
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Handoff, Part Six
(Parts 1-5 here.)
If I can be honest: I wasn’t even aware of how much of his hand was inside me at that point. Just that at least a pretty sizeable majority of it was, and that it felt strange and good and somehow a little bit like an accomplishment.
D withdrew his hand to roll me over onto my back, leaving me empty a moment before easing his fingers in once more. “Look at you, little one,” he taunted, something akin to mirth shining in his eyes. “Going back to a hotel with a bad man and letting him do this to you.”
I was perhaps a little embarrassed at how easily my body was yielding to his hand. At how pliant I could be made by hands that had never even touched me before. But he was right, I had gone back with him to his hotel room and taken off all of my clothes. I had let him tie me up, spread me with a speculum and then with his own hand, all without betraying much of his composure at all.
Early on, I’d rubbed him briefly through his pants while he kissed my neck, back when I was still dressed and unencumbered. But since, save for a moment or two where I bit down on his fingers in my mouth, I had been made just to receive. Which was, as it turned out, its own form of domination. One that I had come to realize I actually enjoyed.
We laid in his bed when it was over, chatting idly until my head stopped swimming. He’d untied me and my wrists were still looped in the vague indentations left by the ropes. It feels strange to say that he was gentle in the aftermath when in some infinitely frustrating but impossibly hot way, he’d basically been gentle the whole time.
But nonetheless, he pulled my jacket on for me and smoothed my hair off of my face. In the lobby of the hotel, he fetched me a lollipop from the front desk. Outside, we waited on the curb for the Lyft I called to arrive. I stood, sucking the lollipop and holding D’s hand. And I felt both incredibly small and – really – rather grown up.
Tired a little
StandardSex was a compromise between fantasy and reality, the venn
diagram of the two brushing up against each other like melons in a fruit cart,
with the friction being about as sexy. So instead she’d learnt to find the
appeal in one and the other separately, compartmentalising her expectations and
her desires as two different entities. It made life just that little bit
easier, and it made sex just that little bit more fun.She’d tried asking, a subtle request that they pull her
hair, perhaps, before inept fingers would grab a handful far too low down, pull
far too hard, and make her yelp in exactly the wrong way. Or perhaps the grip
wasn’t so bad, but the fear was inherent in the hand, and the tug was never
more than exactly that, as if she would shatter like an expensive antique at the
slightest pressure.Then she’d tried guidance, her hand on their wrist, taking
them from the vanilla regions of her body to the perverse valleys, fingertips
brushing between her cheeks, palm hard against the meat of her. Spank me, she’d
whisper in their ear, an order dressed up like a request, need lending it the
costume. And maybe they’d pat her a little, or if she was lucky there might be
one or two good wallops in there before the hand went back to the default,
underneath her leg or up against her ribs.One long term boyfriend had had the conversation, a
confessional in a coffee shop, something that felt like a breakup but should
have been anything but. He had listened, to his credit, taken the time to try
and process what she was saying, but even as she spoke the words she could see
them dying on his ears, the meaning understood but not recognised, that same
interest not shared. It had taken a little effort not to cry. The consolation
was three clumsy attempts at creating what she had talked about, but if
anything the way he was making the reality bleed into her fantasies felt like
it was killing both, and on the third occasion she had to ask him to stop.It became something internalised, tucked away in the
recesses where it wouldn’t get any sunlight to grow, but also wouldn’t be
debased or destroyed by incorrect attention. It wasn’t something she hoped for,
because cultivating expectation only made it hurt the more when it inevitably
withered. It was why she never thought of it with him, just enjoyed the company,
relished in everything that wasn’t the sex, or the thought of sex. Besides, sex
was still fun, still had its own merits. It just felt a little… unrealised.
Like playing ‘I’m a Little Teapot’ when you could be performing ‘Flight of the
Bumblebees’.It was why, then, a shiver ran down her spine when his hand
ran over it, the trajectory shorting out her thought process, taking her out of
the kiss and making her blink a few times, as if trying to reset her mind. It
was why her hips rolled against him as his fingers slipped into her hair,
tangled themselves, and began to pull.
It was why she felt an explosion go off in her head, illuminating all she’d hid
away in darkness. It was why, when he asked if she liked it, she couldn’t do
anything but nod.
Bro is as Bro Does
Standard“You can’t tell anyone,” he said, leaning into me behind the bleachers. Practice was over, most people had gone home, and sweat clung to our bodies matting down our clothes.
But his cock was hard, and I could see it outlined through his shorts. His breath was quick even though we stopped running a long time ago, and I could feel his longing. For just a moment I wondered if that was how I made girls feel: wanted, desired, and afraid of being devoured.
“Who would I tell?” I whispered, my hand reaching down to my own cock. He looked about nervously, but without another word he dropped his shorts and touched himself while I watched. I did the same, my fist a blur as our faces touched, our eyes still looking down.
“Here,” I whispered. “It feels better when someone else does it.”
He moaned when I replaced his hand with my own, but he didn’t stop me. In fact, he reached out and did the same, slowly starting to touch me too as the sounds from his throat grew louder. His breath in my ear was hot and damp and the word hung on his lips, terrified that they might slip out.
“Can I…” he started, and stopped before getting it out.
“Tell me,” I moaned, my hand working faster, harder, and stronger around his hard cock. “Tell me what you want.”
“Are you gonna come?” he asked, his shoulders tensing as he stood up straight. I simply nodded and closed my eyes, feeling his body against mine and his hand around me. Without warning at all he released me and dropped to his knees. I grabbed my own cock in one hand and his hair in the other as I felt his thick lips open.
“Fuck,” I moaned, feeling him take more of me into his mouth. He gagged and coughed, but didn’t stop. I started to thrust, no longer able to hold back at all, and seconds later I started to come in his mouth as he licked and sucked me more frantically than ever.
When I finally pulled back, he simply knelt on the ground, jerking off silently as he licked his lips and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“I’m coming dude, I’m gonna fucking…”
And then he was done too, erupting onto his own hand and shorts as he knelt on the grass. I stared in awe, watching for the first time, my body still shaky and weak from my own orgasm. He sat with his head down for just a moment, before jumping back up to his feet and pulling up his shorts.
“No one,” he said again, his eyes back to normal, and the lust all but gone. “I’m serious.”
I made it to the front of the bleachers before I collapsed. I looked up at the blue sky and the empty field and tried to catch my breath. He didn’t so much as say goodbye, but none of that seemed to matter. Laughter caught in my throat as I thought about his words, and before long I could do nothing else.
Who the fuck would believe me?
-gny
Unf.
I was a needy little slut yesterday. My cunt was dripping wet no matter what I was doing. Working, making tea, talking to friends, I could not stop thinking about how much I needed Daddy to fuck me and hurt his little slut.
‘Daddy… please.. I need… I just, I need you to use me, Daddy’
‘I was wondering today if you could do that thing you used to do by playing with your ass only.’
‘….’
‘But then I was like nah, she’s not allowed to at all.’
‘Daddy… I could. I could do it if you wanted me to.’
‘Such a needy little slut. It would only be a one time thing, no more until the rest of the edgings are done. But nah, I don’t think you need to.’
‘But Daddy…!’
‘Where are you?’
‘I’m at home… why?’
‘You would have to spank your cunt with a belt first. Until it brings tears to your eyes. Then you could play with your ass.’
‘But Daddy… my housemate is here, she’ll hear…’
‘Go to your room. Now. Tell her you have to do something and go.’
‘Yes, Daddy’
‘Now, spread your legs wide. Use one hand to spread open your pussy lips… I want you spanking your clit directly. I want it to hurt.’
‘Daddy… please may I touch myself a little bit first, just to make it a little less scary? Please, Daddy?’
I felt so open and vulnerable, aware of the cool air dancing over my wet pussy, trying as hard as I could to make myself swing the heavy leather belt wrapped around my hand.
‘No, you may not play with my cunt. You may hurt it. You may spank it. And then you may play with my tight little asshole, and you may do that thing you used to do once that way. But you may not play with my cunt. Soon, you won’t be allowed to even play with that, or even be allowed to edge or touch. So I would like to gently suggest that you hurry the fuck up and stop hesitating.’
‘Yes, Daddy.’
Deep breath. Eyes shut tight. Swing.
‘Fuuuuuuck! It hurt so much Daddy!!’
‘mmmm good girl. Now let’s try a harder swing.’
‘owwwww! Daddy please… fuck.. it stings so much’
‘Use your other hand to spread your lips so you can spank your clit directly. Do not hesitate one more time or you’re done. Touching is a privilege which you do not have to be granted. Make. It. Hurt.’
As much as I wanted to obey, it was impossible to force my hand to swing that belt with as much force as Daddy does it. I reminded myself who I belong to. How my every action was his to decide. How he determined when and where I felt pleasure or pain. I swung the belt.
‘Daddy… I’m almost crying, please Daddy…’
‘We are going to play a fun game. When I tell you to, you can play with your clit, simply because I feel like letting you. You will stop when I say stop. Do you understand?’
‘Yes Daddy’
‘Spread yourself. Wider. Spank that cunt as hard as you fucking can. 20 times right there… that little spot where you’re wettest, land the little edge of the belt right there.’
Tears filled my eyes by the time I was done. My cunt was on fire, burning, throbbing, needing to be filled.
‘Daddy, I need… please, please…’
‘Touch now.’
My housemates were a couple of rooms away and yet I could not stop myself from gasping the second I touched myself. So warm, so wet, I arched my back and rubbed fierce circles deep into my clit.
‘Stop.’
‘oh fuck. Fuck. Daddy, please’
‘You’re done with that part. Now you may play with your ass. Get your plug – I want you to think about how I will take your ass. Though this is nothing in comparison. Maybe I will fuck you with that plug in your ass. Play now and do that thing you used to do. Once.’
I cried out as I steadily pushed it into my ass. I knew Daddy was much bigger and would be much less gentle, yet even this hurt. I shook with an entire month’s worth of pent up frustration and need.
‘We are going to have to clean that hole out very well… I am going to go back and forth between your holes, so you will have to be very clean for me. Your mouth too, of course. I am going to use every hole you have and I will fuck you in ways you can’t even fuck a paid whore. I’m going to hurt you in ways your brain can’t comprehend and fuck you in ways that hurt. And you will cum while I do. And then you will just need more and more and more…’
‘I’m your whore, Daddy, you can use me any way you choose’
‘Yes, you are. And I will.’
I could feel it… I was so close. I fucked myself with my plug harder now, mercilessly, the way Daddy would fuck me. My marked, swollen cunt ached from more than just the spanking, desperate to be filled with Daddy’s cock.
‘I need to beg for your cock, Daddy. I need you to split me open and use me’
‘I will rub it up and down your wet little slit, tease you with it, then I’ll push it into you. And when you flinch away from the size, I will simply hit you and tell you not to run away from Daddy’s cock. I will take what is mine, and nothing you want or don’t want will matter.’
‘Daddy.. fuck.. I’m about to… please… please may I?’
‘You may cum this way, properly and fully.’
‘I’m scared, Daddy. I haven’t in so long, fuck’
‘You are allowed to, I’ve given you permission, don’t be scared.’
I’m a little hazy on the details after that. My entire world became an explosion of every nerve ending in my body, as Daddy’s words pushed me over the edge and the orgasm ripped through me. I was crying now, convulsing and screaming with pleasure. Thanking Daddy over and over for letting his little slut do the thing she used to do.
I think I blacked out soon after that. Daddy had me wrap up in a blanket, close my eyes and drift off to sleep.
‘shhhh, relax, it’s ok. Take a nap now, little girl. So you still remember how to do that thing you used to do, eh? Good to know. Sleep now.’
I’m pretty sure several people heard me spank my cunt and play with myself. I guess it was only a matter of time till they knew I was an owned little slut, anyway.
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A Horrible Threesome
Link“I want you to be mean,” she said. “Both of you.”
I smiled at him as we leaned back, rethinking our approach in a simple exchange of glances. We spent six minutes and thirty-two seconds negotiating just what “mean” meant to her, and then we were done. We got up off the bed, the instructions clear…
Damn. Thank you for this.
Good Girl
StandardIt was a quiet evening. I was entertaining myself at the computer. I occasionally glanced at my girl, who was in the chair next to me. Naked, of course, except for the cuffs. Her legs were pulled up, her feet on the armrests. She was masturbating for my amusement, using both hands. We spent most evenings this way. It’s a simple joy, but I am a man of simple pleasures.
She gasped a bit and pulled her hands away, clenched into fists. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. I knew she’d take a few seconds to cool down, be less close to the edge, and then continue. Her masturbation was for my amusement, not hers. She was not allowed release.
When she continued I turned in my chair and stroked her cheek. “What’s up, cupcake? You’ve been giving me meaningful looks all day. Something you want to talk about?”
She blushed. It was such a cute habit of hers. “Please, Sir, I was wondering… I was hoping you’d let me cum today? I really need it, Sir, it’s been such a long time. I can’t stop thinking about it, Sir. I’ve been a good girl, Sir.”
“Have you, now? Well, let’s see. How long has it been, about a month?”
“Fifty-four days, Sir.”
I laughed. “Wow, you actually kept count! You’re a hungry little slut, aren’t you?”
She blushed and nodded. “Please, Sir. I’ve been so good.”
“Hmm, really? Were you a good girl during no-touch week?”
“Yes, Sir. I didn’t touch myself there at all. It was very difficult, Sir.”
I cupped her cheek. “It was difficult for me too, sweetling. I missed our evening sessions.”
I thought back some more. “What about during anal dildo week?”
“I was a good girl then, too, Sir. I masturbated… like you said… every evening. You were very proud, Sir. I remember.”
“Hmm, but you made a bit of a mess of it once, didn’t you?”
She blushed and looked down. “I licked it up, Sir, I was a good girl.”
“But wait a minute, I remember giving you permission to cum a few weeks ago. Why didn’t you?”
She blushed again. “I couldn’t, Sir.”
“Ah yes, that was the day I put all those clamps on your cunny.”
“It was because of the one on my clitty, Sir. It hurt so much.”
“Oh right, I remember now. And then you traded permission to take it off for two more weeks not cumming, right?”
She nodded.
I laughed. “I see! And that was exactly fourteen days ago, was it? Now I understand what’s going on.”
“I was extra good, Sir. Oh, please, Sir, I want it so bad.”
Her hands were still busy between her legs. I hadn’t given her permission to stop, after all. Most of our conversations are conducted this way. I stroked her face, and rested my thumb on her lips. She started sucking it instinctively. She’s a well trained girl.
“Well, I think you’re right. You have been a very good girl indeed. And of course…”
She looked up at me, eyes wide and hopeful. So fucking cute.
“… of course, good girls don’t cum.”
She caught her breath, stifled a sob. Then she closed her eyes and nodded.
Such a good girl.
Story for CH’s “O-nniversary”
StandardFor curmudgeonlyharlot. Hope she likes it.
* * * * *
A single chime woke Kaye up, and
she looked around her bedroom, trying to get her bearings. The place seemed
unbelievably tidy, as if someone had been cleaning all day. She could just make
out the scent of furniture polish and cleaning fluids and, over that, some
incense, probably coming from the other side of the room. She went to peer at
where she presumed the incense to be in the dusky darkness coming in through
her condo window, but was somehow halted. That’s when she realized her arms
weren’t free to move. In fact, they were tied to either bedpost. She pulled a
little, testing the ropes, but they held fast. She could move them around
somewhat, but she couldn’t reach her face, and she certainly couldn’t pull her
hands together to try to untie them. Her legs were tied as well, although they
were more securely fastened.She looked down and saw that she
was wearing her favorite bra-and-panty combo. The ones she had made special
from Trashy Lingerie. The color matched her skin perfectly, and highlighted the
favorite parts of her body.She wasn’t entirely sure what was
going on, but she felt her pussy moisten at the thought of it. She also had
this odd taste in her mouth, and was certain she felt a little… peckish.“Oh good, you’re up.”
Kaye looked at the doorway. There
was this… man. She felt certain she had met him somewhere, and knew she should
know his name, but however much she tried, she couldn’t quite place it.The man smiled, showing off perfect
teeth.Despite herself, Kaye took in his
long, sinewy, lanky frame. He was wearing the tightest of boxer briefs, which
showed off what seemed like acres of skin. Kaye licked her lips; they seemed
like acres because her eyes were enjoying carefully lingering over every square
inch.She noticed that he seemed excited
to see so much of her. Very excited. Thickly excited.She shook her head. “Who… who are
you?”His smile broadened. “Good. You
don’t know who I am. We agreed you can call me Jay.” And he tried not to
chuckle at the terrible joke. “Again. Anyway, we ran out of cake.”She looked at him quizzically, and
then noticed he held in his hands a plate, on which was the most beautiful cake
she had ever seen. It was perfect. The cake part was golden, and the frosting
was this amazing-looking creamy frosting…. And held in the hands of this rather
attractive person who kept looking at her… .well, he looked at her the same way
she was looking at the cake.She drooled. A lot. And tried to
wipe it from her mouth, forgetting that her hands were tied.“So, shall we see how long it takes
to go through this slice?”“What? What do you mean?”
“That’s right… your short-term
memory was supposed to be the first thing to go. It’s a game we play. Don’t
worry. Here, this will help explain it.” As he was talking, he sat down next to
Kaye, and cut a small bite of the cake with his fork. He brought it to her
lips.Something in his manner gave Kaye
the slightest bit of a pause.But all of a sudden, she was so
very, very hungry, and the bite of cake he dangled in front of her lips looked
so, so good. She opened her mouth and willed her head forward to ease the
morsel into her mouth. As it hit her tongue she felt her entire body begin to
quiver and quake. The vanilla was perfect, and the chocolate buttercream
frosting matched perfectly.“My g*d,” she thought, “this is
really good.”As she chewed she realized it was
as though she was feeling the taste throughout her body. She felt her whole
body tense up, slightly as if… as if…And then she swallowed, and her
whole world shifted as an incredible orgasm rocketed through her body. She
screamed and thrashed a little bit… well, a lot. She through herself back into
the pillow underneath her head, her legs trying to kick out, and her fists and
toes clenched. Her pussy throbbed as her whole body pulsed with pleasure.The feeling sub—the feeling went
down a little, and she slowly opened her eyes. She felt a little freer, but
also… less…. Smart? She could tell something was missing.Her eyes focused and… the man… Jay!
Jay was his name, already had another bit dangling in front of her.She looked down and could see his
cock poking up beyond the waistband of his underwear. He moved the bit in front
of her eyes.“So I’ll explain. We’re playing a
game. You don’t have to eat any of this. No one is forcing you. But every time
you take a bite, you lose another 5 points or so off your IQ. You’ll also, as
you’ll have noticed, have an orgasm. And that’ll keep happening until you
either stop eating for five minutes, or you say one word. Do you know what that
word is?” As he was talking he was moving the food in kind of a circle in front
of her eyes. Despite herself, she was following it around that circle. Dammit,
she was so turned on. She’d give so much right now just to be able to clench
her thighs together. But wait… he had asked a question. Something about a word?
Oh yes… there was a little part in her mind that was clear, even if the rest of
her internal landscape was fuzzy. “Surrender.” Yes. That was the only word that
was clear in her…in her mind. Yes. That was the word for it.“And once you say that word, you’ll
do everything I say for the next hour.” She nodded, not hearing him say the
last word, “Again,” and before she even realized the next bite was in her mouth
and she was chewing, as fast as she could, aiming for that orgasm. She
swallowed, and laughed as the climax soared through her.The nice sexy J… man was laughing. While
she thrashed around he had somehow removed his underwear and was sitting in
front her again. As she came down she looked hungrily between the cake and his
cock.“Really?” He asked her.
She nodded her head. “Yesssss.” She
was finding it so difficult to talk, actually. “Cake and cock.” And she
giggled. “Cake on cock.” She said,
finally figuring out what she meant. She seemed relieved and disappointed in
equal measure.He seemed impressed that she had
that much willpower to ask for something. He shrugged, and said, “I don’t know
how many more bites you have before you’re lost, so are you sure?”“Put the cake on the… on the cock… master.”
She wasn’t entirely sure why she said “master.” It felt like it was the first
time she said it, and something in some compartment deep within her was banging
on some window yelling something about “too soon! Too soon!” Other parts of
her, however, were yelling even louder, “Yes! It’s inevitable! Tell him how you
feel!” She really couldn’t make sense of all that. All she knew was that she
had two wants, cake and cock, and having them both at once just seemed like a
good… plan. If she was paying attention, she would have noticed him smile and
blush a little.The nice man got on the bed and
straddled her head. He cut a small piece of the cake and smeared it on the head
of the cock. “Say please,” he said.“Pleeeee-<unf>” As he placed
the tip of his cock in her mouth.This was bliss. She loved, in that
moment, how the cock filled her mouth, just enough that it was a challenge. She
licked and lapped the cake off his cock. She could hear him grunt with
pleasure, and something about that sound strummed her clit almost as much as
the cake was making it throb. Finally, when she was sure she had it all off his
cock, she swallowed. Her whole mind and body disappeared in the flash. It was
as if lightning shattered through her. Her body lost control as she pulled at
the ropes holding her down.Somehow, in all the thrashing, the
guy with the thick cock (Jake? Sam? Hank??) let the plate slip from his grasp.
The cake landed on her face. Before he could react, Kaye opened her mouth and
took as much into her mouth as she could. Cake and frosting was smeared on her
mouth and face as it slid down the side of her face. It didn’t matter, though;
she chased the cake to the very sheets and started chewing and swallowing as
quickly as she could. Orgasm after orgasm charged through her body. The man
tried to stop her, holding her face away from the food, but she went after his
fingers, licking the bits of frosting that was there.Every orgasm tore more of her
intelligence and more of her will away from her. Soon there was nothing left
but the craving for more pleasure, more cake, and more… something. There was
something else she was supposed to maybe say or do? She wasn’t sure. The man
loomed larger and larger in her sight.“Stop!” he finally said.
She froze. She had no thoughts in
her empty mind—they had all vanished. She was still She was obedient.
Distantly, if she had been able to think, she would have noticed how wet her
pussy was at the thought of still obedience. But all she was right now was a
giant, throbbing, quivering pile of need.He knelt over her still, his
expanse of taught skin stretched over her, filling her vision.Finally, he balanced back on his
knees over her. She took him in. If she could, she’d have describe him as
beautiful.He looked at her with a slight
amount of concern, and no small amount of desire.She went looking through her own
brain. All the words had been orgasmed out of her. Except for one. It was a
word she was clinging to like a raft on the waves.They held each others’ eyes for
what seemed like an eternity.Finally, he nodded.
And with a sigh of relief and
release, she said it.“Surrender.”
* * * * *
With special thanks to theleeallure for the obvious inspiration.
Stories for lizzidoll will in all likelihood continue after the weekend. (Apologies for the delays… life happens.)
Oh my god. So many of my favorite thiiiiings.
Kitten has some new rules when we play; she has to say ‘please’ before having an orgasm and she has to say ‘thank you’ once she’s had one.
We’re all so spoiled, we fucked for hours taking turns pleasing each other and pushing a little too hard. It seemed like the perfect way to spend Easter, Ostara, Passover what ever the fuck we all had the night off.
My pet looks so pretty choking on his cock while I tease her pussy and make her cum. And he hadn’t been able to think of much else since the last time we teamed up and fucked him together, so he was happy to have our time and talents again. But we all agree that the very best part was when I made her watch.
She’d cum a few times already, she had that pink cheeked glow, her green eyes a little brighter. I’d been spanking her for a while, her ass in the air, vibrator against her pretty little cunt, and I asked if her bum, bright red with welts and hand prints, was sore. It wasn’t her answer, which was ‘no’. I want honest answers every time and I’ve seen her take a harder beating than I could give, I know she’s a tough cookie. It was the way she chuckled when she said it. Smug little Kitten.
I smiled back. “Have a drink of water kitty,” I told her, knowing this would be her last opportunity for a while. She sipped from her glass on the bed-side table as I clipped her leash to the D-ring at the front of her pink leather collar. I sat her down in the top corner of our big bed and clipped the chain to the D-ring at the back of her collar. Now she was stuck there, perched and watching like a good girl.
With her leash (pink, of course, with rhinestones) in one hand I crawled over to my husband at the end of the bed. “What now?” he asked, running his hands up my thighs. “Now Kitten has to watch you fuck my ass,” I said, smirking at the poor little pet tied up just out of reach. I was on all fours and he licked me from behind. Kitten’s eyes were wide, we had her full attention. “Be a good girl and play with your self a little Kitten,” I said as he pressed his cock against me and I gasped, “Spread your legs a little so we can see.”
I was still holding onto her leash. He started so slow, so so slow, she was watching us and we were watching her, a positive feedback loop of moans and open mouths, on either side a show.