Stories from my perverted mind

I go through different phases. Sometimes I write about love. Sometimes I write about bondage. Sometimes I write about lust. Sometimes I'm just fucking horny and want to get off. I am an exhibitionist, of my soul. I share my words here, with you. I hope you like them. I would describe my blog as 18+. If you enjoy my work, please re-blog it, share it.

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savvypussycat:

tooafraidtoplay:

dirtystorytime:

“What are you doing, Kitten” the ringtone, unmistakable. You knew it was me.
“I’m at Target, Sir.” The immediate reply. Promptness was demanded when you received a text.
“What are you getting at Target?” 
“Knee socks, and I was going to look at new underwear.”
“So you’re in the clothing section, right now?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Pick up a shirt. From the nearest rack. Take it to the change room, and text me when you’re there.”
 
“I’m in the change room sir. Did you want to see the shirt I picked?”
“No. Put it on the bench. Take off your shirt, and pants.”
“Ohhhh. Yes, Sir.”
“Put your hand in your underwear, and taste yourself for me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Finger yourself. Run your finger from your clit to your cunt. Slide it up and down your lips. Do not sit. Do not put down the phone.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You may use that monosyllabic word you enjoy so much from now on. The one you use to describe when you’re.. aroused.”
“unf.”
“I want to see you. Take a picture. Send it to me.”
“Someone’s coming.”
“Someone better not be cumming. Someone hasn’t asked.”
“No, Sir. A Target person is coming. They knocked on my door.”
“Are you being loud?”
“Yes. Yes.”
“Do not stop. Masturbate for me. Say this: ‘Fuck off, I’m masturbating for Sir.’”
“Unf.”
“Done?”
“I paraphrased.”
“You’ll pay for that, later. Now, send it to me.”
“Sent.”
“Very good. Good Kitten. You can go back to shopping now.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Oh, but first.. You may put down the phone. You may sit back. You may rub yourself. Fingering your cunt and rubbing your clit. Both hands, and you may cum for me.”
“You will in fact… Cum for me. And I want another picture.”
“Fuck. UNF.”
Model: Nova Flux

Ideas run rampant here… thank goodness for Tumblr!

Hey that’s me! :)

Hey! That is you!

savvypussycat:

tooafraidtoplay:

dirtystorytime:

“What are you doing, Kitten” the ringtone, unmistakable. You knew it was me.

“I’m at Target, Sir.” The immediate reply. Promptness was demanded when you received a text.

“What are you getting at Target?” 

“Knee socks, and I was going to look at new underwear.”

“So you’re in the clothing section, right now?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Pick up a shirt. From the nearest rack. Take it to the change room, and text me when you’re there.”

 

“I’m in the change room sir. Did you want to see the shirt I picked?”

“No. Put it on the bench. Take off your shirt, and pants.”

“Ohhhh. Yes, Sir.”

“Put your hand in your underwear, and taste yourself for me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Finger yourself. Run your finger from your clit to your cunt. Slide it up and down your lips. Do not sit. Do not put down the phone.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You may use that monosyllabic word you enjoy so much from now on. The one you use to describe when you’re.. aroused.”

“unf.”

“I want to see you. Take a picture. Send it to me.”

“Someone’s coming.”

“Someone better not be cumming. Someone hasn’t asked.”

“No, Sir. A Target person is coming. They knocked on my door.”

“Are you being loud?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“Do not stop. Masturbate for me. Say this: ‘Fuck off, I’m masturbating for Sir.’”

“Unf.”

“Done?”

“I paraphrased.”

“You’ll pay for that, later. Now, send it to me.”

“Sent.”

“Very good. Good Kitten. You can go back to shopping now.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Oh, but first.. You may put down the phone. You may sit back. You may rub yourself. Fingering your cunt and rubbing your clit. Both hands, and you may cum for me.”

“You will in fact… Cum for me. And I want another picture.”

“Fuck. UNF.”

Model: Nova Flux

Ideas run rampant here… thank goodness for Tumblr!

Hey that’s me! :)

Hey! That is you!

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dirtystorytime:

I’d love to stroke my cock directly over your waiting face. Would your mouth be open or would you try to lean towards me and taste me? Would you be able to contain yourself. Or would you want my cock in you. In your mouth, in your hands, in your pussy… I’d force you to wait. I want to tease you. To stroke myself while you sat helpless, bound and restrained. You would be fully exposed so that I could tease wherever I wanted, and every sound you made would be met with a very stern “Silence,” from me.I would stand over you, so that I could stare down into your eyes as I stroked. Not too quickly, just enough to keep myself hard and aroused for you. I would lie inches in front of you, push towards you to slide my cock between your pussy lips and rub your clit, only to pull away. I would watch as you twisted and contorted your body to try to make contact. To try to entice me to stimulate you. But I would do so only momentarily before pulling away again. I need your desire to build. I need your cravings to go unfulfilled. I’d torture you. My pace would build. I would moan in your direction as I fingered your clit as I stroked. Or maybe I’d bite on a nipple or kiss you  while thrusting my cock away from you.
"Sit up for me, on your knees," i would order. I want you to look up at me, stare in my eyes. I want your mouth open, would you do that for me, would you be my good girl? You won’t get my cock, but you will get my cum. And as I reach my peak and thrust my cock into my hand I will gush all over your face. Into your waiting mouth. You will lick hungrily at your own lips. After I have dripped my cum all over you I will finally relent and lower myself to you to clean me off. My satisfaction achieved, as your desires still ache. Should I leave you like this until I am ready again, or will I lay below you to give you the release you so desperately desire?Your fate will be left decided by just how good you have been that day… little girl.

dirtystorytime:

I’d love to stroke my cock directly over your waiting face. Would your mouth be open or would you try to lean towards me and taste me?

Would you be able to contain yourself. Or would you want my cock in you. In your mouth, in your hands, in your pussy… I’d force you to wait. I want to tease you. To stroke myself while you sat helpless, bound and restrained. You would be fully exposed so that I could tease wherever I wanted, and every sound you made would be met with a very stern “Silence,” from me.

I would stand over you, so that I could stare down into your eyes as I stroked. Not too quickly, just enough to keep myself hard and aroused for you. I would lie inches in front of you, push towards you to slide my cock between your pussy lips and rub your clit, only to pull away. I would watch as you twisted and contorted your body to try to make contact. To try to entice me to stimulate you. But I would do so only momentarily before pulling away again.

I need your desire to build. I need your cravings to go unfulfilled. I’d torture you. My pace would build. I would moan in your direction as I fingered your clit as I stroked. Or maybe I’d bite on a nipple or kiss you  while thrusting my cock away from you.

"Sit up for me, on your knees," i would order. I want you to look up at me, stare in my eyes. I want your mouth open, would you do that for me, would you be my good girl?

You won’t get my cock, but you will get my cum. And as I reach my peak and thrust my cock into my hand I will gush all over your face. Into your waiting mouth. You will lick hungrily at your own lips. After I have dripped my cum all over you I will finally relent and lower myself to you to clean me off. My satisfaction achieved, as your desires still ache.

Should I leave you like this until I am ready again, or will I lay below you to give you the release you so desperately desire?

Your fate will be left decided by just how good you have been that day… little girl.

(Source: raininjuarez)

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I’d love to stroke my cock directly over your waiting face. Would your mouth be open or would you try to lean towards me and taste me? Would you be able to contain yourself. Or would you want my cock in you. In your mouth, in your hands, in your pussy… I’d force you to wait. I want to tease you. To stroke myself while you sat helpless, bound and restrained. You would be fully exposed so that I could tease wherever I wanted, and every sound you made would be met with a very stern “Silence,” from me.I would stand over you, so that I could stare down into your eyes as I stroked. Not too quickly, just enough to keep myself hard and aroused for you. I would lie inches in front of you, push towards you to slide my cock between your pussy lips and rub your clit, only to pull away. I would watch as you twisted and contorted your body to try to make contact. To try to entice me to stimulate you. But I would do so only momentarily before pulling away again. I need your desire to build. I need your cravings to go unfulfilled. I’d torture you. My pace would build. I would moan in your direction as I fingered your clit as I stroked. Or maybe I’d bite on a nipple or kiss you  while thrusting my cock away from you.
"Sit up for me, on your knees," i would order. I want you to look up at me, stare in my eyes. I want your mouth open, would you do that for me, would you be my good girl? You won’t get my cock, but you will get my cum. And as I reach my peak and thrust my cock into my hand I will gush all over your face. Into your waiting mouth. You will lick hungrily at your own lips. After I have dripped my cum all over you I will finally relent and lower myself to you to clean me off. My satisfaction achieved, as your desires still ache. Should I leave you like this until I am ready again, or will I lay below you to give you the release you so desperately desire?Your fate will be left decided by just how good you have been that day… little girl.

I’d love to stroke my cock directly over your waiting face. Would your mouth be open or would you try to lean towards me and taste me?

Would you be able to contain yourself. Or would you want my cock in you. In your mouth, in your hands, in your pussy… I’d force you to wait. I want to tease you. To stroke myself while you sat helpless, bound and restrained. You would be fully exposed so that I could tease wherever I wanted, and every sound you made would be met with a very stern “Silence,” from me.

I would stand over you, so that I could stare down into your eyes as I stroked. Not too quickly, just enough to keep myself hard and aroused for you. I would lie inches in front of you, push towards you to slide my cock between your pussy lips and rub your clit, only to pull away. I would watch as you twisted and contorted your body to try to make contact. To try to entice me to stimulate you. But I would do so only momentarily before pulling away again.

I need your desire to build. I need your cravings to go unfulfilled. I’d torture you. My pace would build. I would moan in your direction as I fingered your clit as I stroked. Or maybe I’d bite on a nipple or kiss you  while thrusting my cock away from you.

"Sit up for me, on your knees," i would order. I want you to look up at me, stare in my eyes. I want your mouth open, would you do that for me, would you be my good girl?

You won’t get my cock, but you will get my cum. And as I reach my peak and thrust my cock into my hand I will gush all over your face. Into your waiting mouth. You will lick hungrily at your own lips. After I have dripped my cum all over you I will finally relent and lower myself to you to clean me off. My satisfaction achieved, as your desires still ache.

Should I leave you like this until I am ready again, or will I lay below you to give you the release you so desperately desire?

Your fate will be left decided by just how good you have been that day… little girl.

(Source: raininjuarez)

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dirtystorytime:

I could see how this might have been my fault. The text might have been confusing. It simply read: “going to Barberians for dinner. I’ll be home to change first”
I can see how she’d read that into an invitation. But it wasn’t. I felt badly because she was already dressed when I got home. The long strand of pearls around her neck, and falling down atop her beautifully appointed ‘little black dress’. I didn’t even have to check, I knew that she had foregone any undergarments. She was a well trained good girl.
"I’ll make it up to you," I said. I could see the disappointment on her face. I knew it was her favorite restaurant, which only added to her discontent. 
She sighed and shrugged at me, “I’ll be fine,” but the frown on her face told me otherwise.
"You look really good," I said, trying to console her. I placed my hand on her shoulder and ran my finger under the strap of her dress. I leaned in close and whispered, "good enough to eat."
I flipped the strap from her shoulder and let if fall down her arm. She turned to me and asked in a hushed tone, “you did say you owed me…Will you be late?”
I smiled and winked as I undid my tie, “go get the blindfold, your collar and restraints.”
Her face grew serious, “yes, sir. Just the hands?”
"Feet too."
She scurried off to the closet to do as she was told. I continued to change clothes, calling out, “should I shave?”
She popped back out of the closet, shaking her head, “no. I like the stubble.”
She walked to me as I was slipping on my sport coat, handing me the collar first. 
"Turn around," I said calmly as she put the rest of the accessories on a dresser.
She lifted her hair away from her neck as I tightened the collar above her pearls. I gently tugged the necklace so that it sat properly with the collar.
"Blindfold next," I said, taking the silk from the dresser. She let her hair fall over her shoulders again and I proceeded to tie the blindfold in place.
"Hands behind your back."
"Behind?" she questioned.
"Behind," I firmly responded.
"But, I lik—"
"BEHIND."
Her voice trembled, her response barely audible, “yes, sir.”
I fastened her hands with the leather restraints and took her by the arms, leading her to an armchair. I positioned the chair just right before guiding her to sit down. As she sat she instinctively closed her legs. I returned to the dresser to get the leg restraints, turning to look at her. She struggled to get comfortable with her hands bound behind her, twisting and turning.
"Open your legs for me," I ordered and she complied. She was freshly shaved and quite a sight. The contrast of her black dress, white skin and perfectly protruding pink pussy lips. I knew she was already swollen with desire. My commands were abrupt for just that reason. 
"Wider," I coaxed as I walked back and knelt in front of her. I lifted the front of her skirt and folded it back to expose her a little more.
"Bring your ass a little more forward on the chair," I said almost pulling her by her calves. She was almost hanging off the chair by the time I had her positioned exactly where I wanted her. 
"Almost perfect," I said as I admired her. I decided against the ankle restraints. I think the spreader bar was more appropriate for my devious plan. I returned to the closet and back to her in the chair, kneeling in front of her again. I pressed my nose into the pubic area just above her pussy and inhaled deeply.
"Is it bad that I can smell just how horny you are?" I asked. My words caused her to bite her lip and clench her legs just a little. She squirmed in her seat and moaned at me just a little. I fastened her left leg in the cuff attached to the spreader. I put the bar behind the legs of the chair and pushed her right leg back to be fastened.
With both hands on my ankles I traced my fingers up the insides of her calves. I kneaded at the flesh just above her knees, and pushed my hands up so they rested at the tops of her thighs. My thumbs slowly moved up and down pressing on the outside of her lips. I gulped, loudly, and began moistening my lips, letting her hear the noises. 
"Oh, I almost forgot," I pulled back from her.
"Forgot…what?" she almost whined.
"Shit, hang on," I looked around the room, “where is there a pen?”
"A PEN?!" She exclaimed exacerbated.
"I need to write a note," I explained, "I’ll just be a minute."
I walked out of the bedroom and to my desk. I got my pen and 2 sheets of paper and walked back to the bedroom. She was a lovely sight. Watching her struggle as she was even more worked up from the delay was satisfying. Knowing there was no way for her to clench her legs, or reach down and touch herself for any relief. 
I started writing my notes. The pen scratching on the paper were driving her insane. She couldn’t take the mystery. She couldn’t take the throbbing between her legs. I intentionally had worked her up. Now I was about to leave her in that state.
"Who is the note for?"
"Let me first explain. I’m late. I hate to do this, but I have to go. But I will make it up to you. I promise. Tonight. When I get back, I’m going to kneel between your legs and lick up and down. My finger is going to slip in between those swollen lips of yours and I am going to make you cum. Not once. Not twice. I don’t know how many times, but… you will be happy later tonight. I promise.
But…before I get home, I’ve written two notes. One that I’m going to tape on the front door, and the other that I’m going to tape to the bedroom door. 
The one on the front door simply reads:
'Dear Josh, The front door is open. Please bring the pizza upstairs to the first door on your left. There will be a second note on that door with further instructions.'
You see, darling. I went by the pizza shop tonight and requested that boy,  the one you like - Josh, deliver a pizza here tonight. He’ll be here in exactly 10 minutes. I tipped him $100 for prompt service.
The second note reads: 
'Josh, inside this door is my wife. She's hungry, horny and a little tied up. On the dresser there is another 'tip' if you would take the time to feed her a slice or two of the pizza. Feel free to use her mouth, cunt and ass in any way you would like. She especially enjoys having her pussy licked and would like nothing more than to have you fuck her. Please enjoy. PS. She likes it rough.' “
Her mouth hung open, speechless. I smiled, proud of myself.
I pulled another $100 out of my wallet and left it on the dresser and said, “be a good girl. Have a great night,” before I pulled the door shut behind me. 

dirtystorytime:

I could see how this might have been my fault. The text might have been confusing. It simply read: “going to Barberians for dinner. I’ll be home to change first”

I can see how she’d read that into an invitation. But it wasn’t. I felt badly because she was already dressed when I got home. The long strand of pearls around her neck, and falling down atop her beautifully appointed ‘little black dress’. I didn’t even have to check, I knew that she had foregone any undergarments. She was a well trained good girl.

"I’ll make it up to you," I said. I could see the disappointment on her face. I knew it was her favorite restaurant, which only added to her discontent. 

She sighed and shrugged at me, “I’ll be fine,” but the frown on her face told me otherwise.

"You look really good," I said, trying to console her. I placed my hand on her shoulder and ran my finger under the strap of her dress. I leaned in close and whispered, "good enough to eat."

I flipped the strap from her shoulder and let if fall down her arm. She turned to me and asked in a hushed tone, “you did say you owed me…Will you be late?”

I smiled and winked as I undid my tie, “go get the blindfold, your collar and restraints.”

Her face grew serious, “yes, sir. Just the hands?”

"Feet too."

She scurried off to the closet to do as she was told. I continued to change clothes, calling out, “should I shave?”

She popped back out of the closet, shaking her head, “no. I like the stubble.”

She walked to me as I was slipping on my sport coat, handing me the collar first. 

"Turn around," I said calmly as she put the rest of the accessories on a dresser.

She lifted her hair away from her neck as I tightened the collar above her pearls. I gently tugged the necklace so that it sat properly with the collar.

"Blindfold next," I said, taking the silk from the dresser. She let her hair fall over her shoulders again and I proceeded to tie the blindfold in place.

"Hands behind your back."

"Behind?" she questioned.

"Behind," I firmly responded.

"But, I lik—"

"BEHIND."

Her voice trembled, her response barely audible, “yes, sir.”

I fastened her hands with the leather restraints and took her by the arms, leading her to an armchair. I positioned the chair just right before guiding her to sit down. As she sat she instinctively closed her legs. I returned to the dresser to get the leg restraints, turning to look at her. She struggled to get comfortable with her hands bound behind her, twisting and turning.

"Open your legs for me," I ordered and she complied. She was freshly shaved and quite a sight. The contrast of her black dress, white skin and perfectly protruding pink pussy lips. I knew she was already swollen with desire. My commands were abrupt for just that reason. 

"Wider," I coaxed as I walked back and knelt in front of her. I lifted the front of her skirt and folded it back to expose her a little more.

"Bring your ass a little more forward on the chair," I said almost pulling her by her calves. She was almost hanging off the chair by the time I had her positioned exactly where I wanted her. 

"Almost perfect," I said as I admired her. I decided against the ankle restraints. I think the spreader bar was more appropriate for my devious plan. I returned to the closet and back to her in the chair, kneeling in front of her again. I pressed my nose into the pubic area just above her pussy and inhaled deeply.

"Is it bad that I can smell just how horny you are?" I asked. My words caused her to bite her lip and clench her legs just a little. She squirmed in her seat and moaned at me just a little. I fastened her left leg in the cuff attached to the spreader. I put the bar behind the legs of the chair and pushed her right leg back to be fastened.

With both hands on my ankles I traced my fingers up the insides of her calves. I kneaded at the flesh just above her knees, and pushed my hands up so they rested at the tops of her thighs. My thumbs slowly moved up and down pressing on the outside of her lips. I gulped, loudly, and began moistening my lips, letting her hear the noises. 

"Oh, I almost forgot," I pulled back from her.

"Forgot…what?" she almost whined.

"Shit, hang on," I looked around the room, “where is there a pen?”

"A PEN?!" She exclaimed exacerbated.

"I need to write a note," I explained, "I’ll just be a minute."

I walked out of the bedroom and to my desk. I got my pen and 2 sheets of paper and walked back to the bedroom. She was a lovely sight. Watching her struggle as she was even more worked up from the delay was satisfying. Knowing there was no way for her to clench her legs, or reach down and touch herself for any relief. 

I started writing my notes. The pen scratching on the paper were driving her insane. She couldn’t take the mystery. She couldn’t take the throbbing between her legs. I intentionally had worked her up. Now I was about to leave her in that state.

"Who is the note for?"

"Let me first explain. I’m late. I hate to do this, but I have to go. But I will make it up to you. I promise. Tonight. When I get back, I’m going to kneel between your legs and lick up and down. My finger is going to slip in between those swollen lips of yours and I am going to make you cum. Not once. Not twice. I don’t know how many times, but… you will be happy later tonight. I promise.

But…before I get home, I’ve written two notes. One that I’m going to tape on the front door, and the other that I’m going to tape to the bedroom door. 

The one on the front door simply reads:

'Dear Josh, The front door is open. Please bring the pizza upstairs to the first door on your left. There will be a second note on that door with further instructions.'

You see, darling. I went by the pizza shop tonight and requested that boy,  the one you like - Josh, deliver a pizza here tonight. He’ll be here in exactly 10 minutes. I tipped him $100 for prompt service.

The second note reads:

'Josh, inside this door is my wife. She's hungry, horny and a little tied up. On the dresser there is another 'tip' if you would take the time to feed her a slice or two of the pizza. Feel free to use her mouth, cunt and ass in any way you would like. She especially enjoys having her pussy licked and would like nothing more than to have you fuck her. Please enjoy. PS. She likes it rough.' “

Her mouth hung open, speechless. I smiled, proud of myself.

I pulled another $100 out of my wallet and left it on the dresser and said, “be a good girl. Have a great night,” before I pulled the door shut behind me. 

(Source: sissischlegel2012, via dirtypicturetime)

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dirtystorytime:

Oh my. A spanking virgin :) I’ll be gentle little one. I’ll do everything at your pace. I’ll start by rubbing your ass. Little squeezes just to warm you up. A few light taps on each cheek. So you can get a little taste.
My hands in your hair, playing, nothing too rough. When you’re ready I’ll remove your underwear. My bare hand on your bare ass. Building the intimacy of the actions.. I will talk to you the entire time. Ensuring your safety. Your acceptance. Building the anticipation..
Once your panties are off, I would explore your pussy. I would feel your wetness, how turned on you got. I would slip my finger inside you, working you open. And when you started to moan.. I would pull out.
Distracted by your pussy. But we’re here today to spank you. Not finger you. Yet. My hand in your hair would clench, but not yet pull. Just clench enough to hold your head in place. Ready for me to turn my attention back to spanking your delicious ass…
The next strike would be a bit more purposeful. Not enough to hurt you, but enough to let you know I’m there. Think of a clap. My hand on your ass. Giving you a standing ovation. Alternating cheeks, not an inch of you would escape my attention. 
How wet is your little pussy now? Are you dripping down your own leg? You’ve wanted to be over my knee for a very long time, haven’t you, little one?
I can feel your hips bucking. I can feel your discomfort. Is it my hand, or that greedy little cunt of yours, wanting something inside? So badly you want friction. To rub on something. I will not relieve your stresses. And if you’re not a good little girl, I’ll have to hold your hands behind your back. Restraining you. I did not give you permission to touch yourself.
I pull your hands from your pussy. I force you to stand. I bend you forward and take a long lick of your pussy. All the way from your clitoris to your ass. And I consume you. I take a second lick to clean up all the juices flowing from you. I delve my tongue inside you. Swirl to ensure none of your juices escape. 
As you moan and writhe your hips towards my face, I pull back again. I sit and again bend you over my knee. My hand back restraining your hands behind your back to prevent you from touching yourself. My tongue on your pussy has done nothing to stop your juices from flowing. If anything it has only made matters worse. My voice in your ear, “You dirty little girl. This is not what a spanking is about. Tell me how badly you want this.”
My hand poised. Ready to strike. “Badly, Sir. Please.”
The words bring a smile to my face. The first strike causes a loud SLAP. You gasp, and slightly cry out. Your body twitches forward to escape my hand as it strikes. The bittersweet sting.
"Oh my g—" I don’t let you finish, I strike again with a louder SLAP. I can feel your hands twitching within my grasp. You want to protect yourself. Your entire body shivers. I can feel your knees tremble against my leg. I quickly move my hand back, poised again and I feel you clench your cheeks closed. Your stomach muscles contract on my leg. My grasp on your wrists is tested as you pull for freedom.
"Stop twitching." I command, and as I do, two quick slaps to your opposite ass cheek are delivered, the unmistakable SLAP SLAP of two quick strikes. Your mouth lets out a groan. Unintelligible words. Your hands wrestle free and you start to try to cover your ass. "No more. No more.." You gasp. Your hands pushing me away. 
"No more, little one," I echo. My hand reaches to rub your pussy. How wet you are. I easily slide a finger inside and start to glide it in and out. "No more, for now. Good girl.."

dirtystorytime:

Oh my. A spanking virgin :) I’ll be gentle little one. I’ll do everything at your pace. I’ll start by rubbing your ass. Little squeezes just to warm you up. A few light taps on each cheek. So you can get a little taste.

My hands in your hair, playing, nothing too rough. When you’re ready I’ll remove your underwear. My bare hand on your bare ass. Building the intimacy of the actions.. I will talk to you the entire time. Ensuring your safety. Your acceptance. Building the anticipation..

Once your panties are off, I would explore your pussy. I would feel your wetness, how turned on you got. I would slip my finger inside you, working you open. And when you started to moan.. I would pull out.

Distracted by your pussy. But we’re here today to spank you. Not finger you. Yet. My hand in your hair would clench, but not yet pull. Just clench enough to hold your head in place. Ready for me to turn my attention back to spanking your delicious ass…

The next strike would be a bit more purposeful. Not enough to hurt you, but enough to let you know I’m there. Think of a clap. My hand on your ass. Giving you a standing ovation. Alternating cheeks, not an inch of you would escape my attention. 

How wet is your little pussy now? Are you dripping down your own leg? You’ve wanted to be over my knee for a very long time, haven’t you, little one?

I can feel your hips bucking. I can feel your discomfort. Is it my hand, or that greedy little cunt of yours, wanting something inside? So badly you want friction. To rub on something. I will not relieve your stresses. And if you’re not a good little girl, I’ll have to hold your hands behind your back. Restraining you. I did not give you permission to touch yourself.

I pull your hands from your pussy. I force you to stand. I bend you forward and take a long lick of your pussy. All the way from your clitoris to your ass. And I consume you. I take a second lick to clean up all the juices flowing from you. I delve my tongue inside you. Swirl to ensure none of your juices escape. 

As you moan and writhe your hips towards my face, I pull back again. I sit and again bend you over my knee. My hand back restraining your hands behind your back to prevent you from touching yourself. My tongue on your pussy has done nothing to stop your juices from flowing. If anything it has only made matters worse. My voice in your ear, “You dirty little girl. This is not what a spanking is about. Tell me how badly you want this.”

My hand poised. Ready to strike. “Badly, Sir. Please.”

The words bring a smile to my face. The first strike causes a loud SLAP. You gasp, and slightly cry out. Your body twitches forward to escape my hand as it strikes. The bittersweet sting.

"Oh my g—" I don’t let you finish, I strike again with a louder SLAP. I can feel your hands twitching within my grasp. You want to protect yourself. Your entire body shivers. I can feel your knees tremble against my leg. I quickly move my hand back, poised again and I feel you clench your cheeks closed. Your stomach muscles contract on my leg. My grasp on your wrists is tested as you pull for freedom.

"Stop twitching." I command, and as I do, two quick slaps to your opposite ass cheek are delivered, the unmistakable SLAP SLAP of two quick strikes. Your mouth lets out a groan. Unintelligible words. Your hands wrestle free and you start to try to cover your ass. "No more. No more.." You gasp. Your hands pushing me away. 

"No more, little one," I echo. My hand reaches to rub your pussy. How wet you are. I easily slide a finger inside and start to glide it in and out. "No more, for now. Good girl.."

(Source: thats-fuckinhot, via dirtystorytime)

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dirtystorytime:

Fantasies. We all have them. Most haven’t come true. Maybe they won’t ever come true. If they had come true they aren’t fantasies any longer, they’re memories. Good memories… But you can still think… ‘If the chance ever presented itself…’
We all have that one idea that turns us on the most. Maybe when you’re alone at night, and a little aroused, maybe you’ve had a drink or two, maybe you’ve read a dirty story or two… maybe you’ve seen someone who really turns you on… you close your eyes, you turn in your bed, your hand wanders over your skin, it lingers a moment too long touching… and your mind is captivated in thought… Tell me, this is the moment I want to know, what are you thinking right then?
Is he handsome, is he well built, is he tall, dark and mysterious? Or are you thinking of someone you know. A neighbor perhaps, or a man in a suit that you see in your local Starbucks? Are you thinking of a girl? Is she pretty and she smiles when you look her way? What do you want to do to her, or do you want her doing to you. 
Does your fantasy involve a blindfold, do you want to be tied up, dominated? Is your dream lover a stranger that takes you by force; covers your mouth, rips off your clothes, pushes you down and ravages you roughly. Or would you like to be in control? Do you want to take charge and cuff him to the bed, tease him relentlessly, torture him with your mouth, and control him with your stare. 
Or do you have a recurring fantasy. Maybe you imagine a teacher perhaps, or your boss, or someone else powerful in your life? Do you envision being caught, locking eyes with the person who encountered you in this vulnerable position, smiling, and moaning just a little louder to ensure they hear as well as see? Or maybe you are the fortunate one who stumbles on some unsuspecting lovers stealing a moment in forbidden embrace. You stop, you watch, trying to be inconspicuous in your voyeurism. 
Maybe your fantasy is to engage in sex with multiple partners. A threesome or more? You would be the center of attention, would you like hands and mouths to serve you? Are you a dirty girl, do you want two cocks at once, fucking you, being sucked by you, using you for their satisfaction? Or do you imagine a softer, more sensual group, sharing one man with another woman? Gentle kisses, soft caresses of the woman, while you both take turns with him.
Whatever your fantasy is you can be sure it is unique. We don’t all have the same dreams and desires. My fantasies are not at all like yours. So why don’t you stop in and tempt me. What is your ultimate fantasy? I’d love to know…

dirtystorytime:

Fantasies. We all have them. Most haven’t come true. Maybe they won’t ever come true. If they had come true they aren’t fantasies any longer, they’re memories. Good memories… But you can still think… ‘If the chance ever presented itself…’

We all have that one idea that turns us on the most. Maybe when you’re alone at night, and a little aroused, maybe you’ve had a drink or two, maybe you’ve read a dirty story or two… maybe you’ve seen someone who really turns you on… you close your eyes, you turn in your bed, your hand wanders over your skin, it lingers a moment too long touching… and your mind is captivated in thought… Tell me, this is the moment I want to know, what are you thinking right then?

Is he handsome, is he well built, is he tall, dark and mysterious? Or are you thinking of someone you know. A neighbor perhaps, or a man in a suit that you see in your local Starbucks? Are you thinking of a girl? Is she pretty and she smiles when you look her way? What do you want to do to her, or do you want her doing to you. 

Does your fantasy involve a blindfold, do you want to be tied up, dominated? Is your dream lover a stranger that takes you by force; covers your mouth, rips off your clothes, pushes you down and ravages you roughly. Or would you like to be in control? Do you want to take charge and cuff him to the bed, tease him relentlessly, torture him with your mouth, and control him with your stare. 

Or do you have a recurring fantasy. Maybe you imagine a teacher perhaps, or your boss, or someone else powerful in your life? Do you envision being caught, locking eyes with the person who encountered you in this vulnerable position, smiling, and moaning just a little louder to ensure they hear as well as see? Or maybe you are the fortunate one who stumbles on some unsuspecting lovers stealing a moment in forbidden embrace. You stop, you watch, trying to be inconspicuous in your voyeurism. 

Maybe your fantasy is to engage in sex with multiple partners. A threesome or more? You would be the center of attention, would you like hands and mouths to serve you? Are you a dirty girl, do you want two cocks at once, fucking you, being sucked by you, using you for their satisfaction? Or do you imagine a softer, more sensual group, sharing one man with another woman? Gentle kisses, soft caresses of the woman, while you both take turns with him.

Whatever your fantasy is you can be sure it is unique. We don’t all have the same dreams and desires. My fantasies are not at all like yours. So why don’t you stop in and tempt me. What is your ultimate fantasy? I’d love to know…

(Source: i-n-k-e-d-b-i-t-c-h)

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dirtystorytime:

"You are mine.
Every last inch of you.
Mine to do, mine to take, mine to use.
Mine.
Do you fucking understand me?”
"Yes, sir."
"The hair on your head. Mine to play with, mine to pull on, mine to twirl and mine to grip. Mine.
Your shoulders. Mine to lean on, mine to grab, mine to grip and mine to push you to your knees. Mine.
Your neck. Mine to bite, mine to choke. Mine.. to.. Choke. Mine to nuzzle and grab. Mine to wrap my hand around. Mine to mark. To show the world, you are mine. Mine.
Your arms. Mine to hold above your head as I finger your cunt. Mine to hold behind your back as I fuck you. Mine to bruise as I hold you tight. Mine.
Your waist. Mine to push and pull and grab and squeeze as I thrust my cock into your pussy. Do you understand? Who owns your waist?”
"You, sir."
"Your legs. Mine. To wrap around me, to rest on my back as I lick your pussy. To pull me in as you sit on my lap, facing me. Mine.
Your feet. To torture, to tickle, to rub, to caress, to play with, to shoot my cum on. Whenever I want. Mine.
Your hands. To hold. To grab me. To hold me. To caress me. To grip me. To stroke my cock. But, they are still mine. All mine.
Your ass. Mine to spank, to paddle, to crop and to abuse at my discression. Mine to grab, fondle, grope, part, explore, with my fingers and my tongue and my cock. Mine.
Your pussy. Mine. To lick, to kiss, to suck, to taste, to finger, to fuck. To use, as I choose. Your twat, your cunt, your clit, your fuckhole. Mine.
Your mouth. That sweet little mouth of yours. The mouth that whispers ‘I love you’ just before you engulf my cock. The sweetness, and the filth all at once. My mouth. To fuck, to kiss, to shove my fingers in, like this. To hold open and let you know… It’s mine.
I own you. All of you. When you gave yourself to me, when you submitted to me. You trusted me with your body. And I will use you how I please…
You are MINE.”

dirtystorytime:

"You are mine.

Every last inch of you.

Mine to do, mine to take, mine to use.

Mine.

Do you fucking understand me?”

"Yes, sir."

"The hair on your head. Mine to play with, mine to pull on, mine to twirl and mine to grip. Mine.

Your shoulders. Mine to lean on, mine to grab, mine to grip and mine to push you to your knees. Mine.

Your neck. Mine to bite, mine to choke. Mine.. to.. Choke. Mine to nuzzle and grab. Mine to wrap my hand around. Mine to mark. To show the world, you are mine. Mine.

Your arms. Mine to hold above your head as I finger your cunt. Mine to hold behind your back as I fuck you. Mine to bruise as I hold you tight. Mine.

Your waist. Mine to push and pull and grab and squeeze as I thrust my cock into your pussy. Do you understand? Who owns your waist?”

"You, sir."

"Your legs. Mine. To wrap around me, to rest on my back as I lick your pussy. To pull me in as you sit on my lap, facing me. Mine.

Your feet. To torture, to tickle, to rub, to caress, to play with, to shoot my cum on. Whenever I want. Mine.

Your hands. To hold. To grab me. To hold me. To caress me. To grip me. To stroke my cock. But, they are still mine. All mine.

Your ass. Mine to spank, to paddle, to crop and to abuse at my discression. Mine to grab, fondle, grope, part, explore, with my fingers and my tongue and my cock. Mine.

Your pussy. Mine. To lick, to kiss, to suck, to taste, to finger, to fuck. To use, as I choose. Your twat, your cunt, your clit, your fuckhole. Mine.

Your mouth. That sweet little mouth of yours. The mouth that whispers ‘I love you’ just before you engulf my cock. The sweetness, and the filth all at once. My mouth. To fuck, to kiss, to shove my fingers in, like this. To hold open and let you know… It’s mine.

I own you. All of you. When you gave yourself to me, when you submitted to me. You trusted me with your body. And I will use you how I please…

You are MINE.”

(Source: sarahblood, via hannah-fraklin123)

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dirtystorytime:

I fumbled through my purse as we stumbled up to the door. 
“Tonight was sooo much fun.” I slurred.
“I know! We haven’t had a girls night in forever. Thanks for letting me crash.”
“No problem!” I fumbled through my purse again looking for keys to get in. 
“OH MY GOD!” Angie yelled as her face turned red and she threw her hand up to cover her eyes.
“What! WHAT!” I exclaimed. 
“Oh my god.” She said again as she parted her fingers and peeked through them, immediately covering her eyes again. Her head turned and she moved her hand to block her view through the window to my apartment.
“What?!” I exclaimed again as I tried to peek around her in the window.
“I’m so sorry!” She said. Her hand that was covering her eyes dropped down and covered her mouth. Her eyes shifted again inside the window. She immediately looked back to me and admitted, “John’s inside..” Her eyes shut momentarily before opening, shifting back inside the apartment and back to me, “he’s watching porn and…” Her hand started making a motion, like a man masturbating. 
Her hands immediately covered her entire face to stifle a laugh as she turned bright red again. My own mouth fell open. “Oh my god. Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” Was all I could say. I tried to maneuver around her and peek in the window, repeating, “I’m so sorry!”
“It’s ok..” Angie laughed again. It was an awkward laugh.
I managed to get in a position that I could see John through the window. Indeed, watching porn and jerking off. “It’s actually kinda hot.” I said embarrassed a little.
I caught Angie peek again. She bit her lip and blushed again. “It is pretty hot” she confirmed.
Maybe it was the situation, maybe it was the alcohol, but she leaned towards me, and I didn’t stop her. As our mouths met, we kissed. Our lips parted and our tongues met. She was very soft, and tasted good. I felt her hand on my hip as she pulled me towards her. Our lips parted slightly and I opened my eyes staring into hers. I swallowed hard and forgot where I was for a moment.
“Have you ever had a threesome?” I heard her asking me.
“I uh.. no. Have you?” I asked.
She bit her lip hard again and she nodded slightly. Her eyes turned back inside the window to John. “If you’re not cool, I totally get it.” She said. “But, I’ve gotta admit, I’ve had a bit of a crush on you for a while. I’d totally love to fuck you, Tina.”
My mouth fell open again. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion for a second. I could feel my chest heaving as I inhaled. I could feel my heartbeat. Angie’s hand lifted as she grabbed the back of my neck. She pulled me to her and we kissed again. 
I felt her hand slip under my shirt. It slowly moved higher until it hit the bottom of my bra. She squeezed my breast through the bra, and then slid her hand under it. Her small hands could barely cup my breasts. I had always been proud of them, they were a good size, and definitely one of my favorite attributes about myself.
Her hand fell off the back of my neck and she pulled back a moment. Long enough to pull my shirt completely up and over my head. She paused and looked at me, and I followed suit, lifting her shirt up. We both started undoing our own bras and let them fall before we embraced again. Her skin on mine was intense. She was warm, even in the cool night air. “We should go inside..” I managed to whisper. 
I found my keys and unlocked the door. John jumped to his feet and awkwardly covered himself up. Busted! I don’t know what shocked him more, the fact that we caught him or the fact that we were both topless. He was kinda cute trying to hide his hard cock, pressing it down and cupping it with his hands. His face immediately turned red with embarrassment. 
Angie and I both laughed at him. “We saw you from outside. We saw what you were doing.” I said, in a mock stern voice.
“And we… were hoping to join in.” Angie chimed in.
John just stood there, speechless. His mouth agape, his eyes bulged from his head. He was helpless to stare as Angie’s hand found my stomach and slithered its way up to pinch my left nipple. I turned towards her and we kissed again.
I had kissed a few other girls in the past. Mostly just drunkenly kidding around. Never like this. There was a passion. Angie was gorgeous. Earlier when she said she had a crush on me I was amazed. I wasn’t as pretty as she was. Her long blonde hair flowed. Her hazel eyes had flecks of yellows and greens in them. She had a perfectly tight body, perfect tits, small waist, beautiful full ass. Every boy’s dream. And she had the personality to take charge in every situation.
She pulled back from me again and her eyes fell to John. A grin crossed her face as she said, “Can I see what you’ve got there? Is that a present for us?”
He was like a deer caught in the headlights. Or in his case, tits. He was still in shock, stammering “I.. uh. I.. “ His eyes shifted from me, to her and back to me. He was clearly waiting for a reaction. Angie took my hand and we walked towards him. She was stalking him, like he was her prey. I couldn’t help but grin myself. I’d never seen him so shy.
As we got to him she leaned forward to give him a kiss on his cheek, and motioned for me to join her. Her hand, which was interlocked with mine, coincidentally had fallen right where his hands were still hiding his cock. She lifted slightly to pull at his wrist, prying it away. As she did she glanced down to his penis and looked at me. “Lucky girl…” She said as she winked. His face turned bright red again.
Her eyes lifted to the television screen. “What are you watching? It looks interesting.” She teased him again. “That looks like, a boy, fucking a girl, while she licks that other girl’s pussy. A threesome… What an idea!”
I couldn’t help but giggle at how badly she was teasing him. His eyes shifted to mine. He gulped hard and managed to say “Tina?”
My eyes shifted back and forth between them. There was a slight pause where you could hear a pin drop, before Angie echoed his question, “Tina?”
I looked back into John’s eyes, pushed myself up on my tiptoes to try to reach my face higher to kiss him. As I did Angie dropped to her knees in front of John’s cock. I could feel the brush of her hair on my hip as she moved her head back and forth engulfing him. John’s breathing accelerated as he was moaning and grunting with her movements. I looked down long enough to see her tongue, extended from her mouth and teasing the tip of his cock while her hand stroked back and forth. She was staring straight up and us kissing. I whispered to John, “I guess its okay. What do you think?”
Her eyes locked with mine for a moment and she spoke very slowly and deliberately, “John, have you ever had two girls suck your cock at the same time?” Her words were delicious, teasing him even more. “Have you ever had two tongues lick up and down your shaft? Have you ever had both your balls in a different girl’s mouth, sucking them?”
Her words were causing a reaction. His mouth opened and he was breathing almost in a pant. He shook his head, “No” as he continued to labor to breathe. Angie’s hand reached up to mine and she gently pulled me down as she took his cock into her mouth again. I descended slowly. Kissing as I lowered. His chest, running my tongue around his nipple. Angie continued to bob her head up and down his cock, sucking hungrily. Gently allowing my face to brush against his stomach as I knelt. Finally Angie relinquished her mouth’s grip on John’s cock. Her hand still wrapped around the base as she twisted her wrist and pointed his head to my mouth. 
I opened wide and swallowed his entirety. Swirling my tongue back and forth as I raised and lowered on him. I could feel as I took him in my mouth that Angie had started to suck on John’s balls. I felt John’s hand fall to the back of my head as he started to thrust his hips. I opened my mouth and allowed him to guide my head onto his cock. I noticed that John’s second hand had fallen to cup Angie’s face as well. As he pumped my mouth he was pressing her face into his leg and balls.
My eyes raised to watch John. The look on his face was intense. His eyes glossy. His mouth contorted and twitching as he breathed, short fast breaths, which were laden with cursing and compliments and barking commands. “Suck my fucking balls. Fuck. I love your tongues. Fuck, suck my cock, baby.”
Angie’s voice interrupted, “Let me help…” Her hand slide up his shaft and she kissed me as I pulled my mouth off John’s cock. Our tongue’s mingled again and as our mouths teased each other John pushed his cock between our lips. As we sucked I could feel a finger, then a second sliding up and down my pussy lips. My eyes opened and found Angie’s staring back at me. She winked, and pushed her two fingers inside my soaked cunt, causing a loud moan to escape from my lips.  
My head arched back and my eyes clasped shut. Her fingers working their way in and out of me. She was very good. Changing speeds, depth, rotating her fingers into a circle and thrusting deep. Vibrating her hand side to side rapidly and pulling back at my g-spot. She had me on the verge of cumming when she whispered, “I need to taste you. Right fucking now.” 
The second her tongue touched my clit my legs started to shake. My body almost collapsed on top of her, I struggled to stay up. She had laid down on her back and her face was squarely below my pussy as I continued to kneel with John’s cock in my mouth. Sensing an opportunity John pulled out and let me fall forward. I found myself propped up by my right elbow, my ass still up, Angie’s tongue still buried inside my pussy, tasting me, “Fuck me” was all I could manage to say, to which John immediately replied, “Not yet.” His hand pushed at the back of my head lowering it to Angie’s pussy. I didn’t resist. “I want to watch you lick her cunt.” He insisted.
He sat on the couch with a fantastic view. All feelings and twitching and pleasure subsided. I could feel absolutely nothing except his eyes focused on me, and I wasn’t about to disappoint him. I slowly flicked my tongue along Angie’s pussy lips and I could feel her moans as her own lips vibrated on my pussy. I found her clit and started circling my tongue around it. The entire time watching John as he leaned back and started to stroke his cock again. He whispered towards me, “Make her cum for me. Make me proud.”
I slid two fingers inside Angie’s pussy. Pushing them deep and curling them upwards. I tried to feel them on my tongue as I squeezed towards her g-spot. I could hear her moans, I could hear her curses, “Oh, fuck yes” over and over, but I was still mesmerized and engaged in John’s stare. It was as if I was doing it for him, and not her. She was cumming, because he wanted it. He ordered it. I wanted to make him proud.
My fingers started to move faster inside her. My tongue more precise in it’s assault on her clit. I could hear her words, “I’m going to cum. Fuck. Oh fuck…” I could feel the contractions of her pussy, the tremor in her legs, the heaving in her chest as she breathed. It was all for him. As she cried out he stood, ran his fingers through my hair as I continued. I refused to stop. I wanted to taste the gush of cum as it dripped from her pussy and ran down her thighs. 
John walked behind me and knelt down, his cock dangling in Angie’s face. She had stopped licking my pussy as she came. Her head fell to the ground. Her fingers had slowed to a minimal pace. As John knelt he commanded, “Suck my cock.” I could hear as she began, the little moans and slurping noises. His finger joined Angie’s inside me and he twitched his hand quickly in and out. “I think you should return the favor, Angie. Make Tina cum, while I fuck her.”
And with that his cock slid into me from behind. Angie’s tongue moved up and down my pussy lips, teasing my clit with every lick. Angie’s hands grasped and clenched my ass, pulling me open for John. His pace was slow, torturous. I could feel his hand on hers. “Right here” he said, as he moved her hand from my ass cheek to my hole. “She likes to be fingered in the ass.” 
I could hear Angie moan “Mmmm. A naughty girl?” to which John chuckled. He pulled his cock from me and replied, “How about you lick her ass, as well?” 
I felt Angie’s body shift as her head lifted and her tongue flicked its way around my asshole. I groaned, loudly. I couldn’t help myself. And then I felt John’s tongue join Angie’s as they both licked at me. Their tongues hitting each other like an obscene French kiss. It felt amazing. Before long I was begging, “Fuck my ass. Goddamn… fuck my ass.” It was John’s plan all along I’m sure, and with my request he kissed Angie’s mouth as she pushed a finger, two fingers into my ass, saying “What a dirty girl. Dirty, dirty girl.”
I felt Angie spit on my asshole as she continued to work her fingers inside me. They slid out and parted my ass cheeks as John’s cock replaced Angie’s fingers. Her mouth returned to my clit. Her fingers pushed back into my pussy and within seconds I was trembling all over. Mouth on clit, fingers in pussy, cock in ass.  I couldn’t hold myself any longer. My arms gave in and my face lay on Angie’s pelvis. My arms were a tangled mess in my hair, and on my face. I couldn’t breath, gasping for air. I found myself exhaling in moans, grunts and a constant refrain, “Fuck.. fuck… fuck…”
I could feel the orgasm building, deep within my pussy. Angie’s words helping me along, “Tina… I swear to god this is so fucking hot.” And then, “I’m watching John’s cock slide in and out of your ass. Fucking you. So fucking hot.” 
My orgasm going to be huge, it was going to be wet. Everything happening at once. My groans suddenly got louder, my legs clenched and I could feel the eruption between my legs. Everything throbbed at once. It was overwhelming. My hands reached behind me, trying to push John away. I rolled to get away from Angie’s mouth. “No.. too much, oh my god.” I lay on my side to catch my breath. 
“I’m so close to cumming.” John protested. He moved back to sit on the couch. “I can help with that!” Angie said enthusiastically. She stood, made her way to the couch and mounted his cock, moaning as it slid inside her. Her hips and ass bounced up and down on his lap. She was right. It was so fucking hot, watching up close and personal. As I caught my breath I managed to stand, round the sofa and bent to lick John’s earlobe and neck. While I was there I whispered in his ear, “Fuck her. Fuck her sweet little tight pussy.”
His head arched to the side as he moaned aloud again. Angie’s head dropped as she followed my lead and licked his other ear. John’s hands shot up and grabbed Angie’s tits.  He pulled her to him as he buried his face between them. Her breasts surrounded his cheeks and one was directly in front of my mouth. I sucked the nipple and made sure John knew it, slurping in his ear.
“Sit on the back of the sofa.” Angie said. “Sit right above his face so he can watch me lick your pussy.” 
I scrambled to get in position. I could tell from the look on John’s face he wasn’t far from cumming himself. I steadied myself on the back of the sofa directly above John’s face. Angie immediately bent forward to lick me. Her arms fell over my thighs and my hand grabbed the back of her head, pulling her into me. Her tongue hit my clit and a new wave of electricity shot through my body. I moaned loudly just as John announced “I’m gonna cum. Oh god… I’m gonna cum.” 
His eyes were staring directly at my pussy and Angie’s mouth working it. Angie bounced her ass up and down on his cock at a faster pace. She moved her mouth just enough to say “Cum in me. Tina can lick it out.” 
As soon as she said the words I started to orgasm again as well. Our moans were in unison. John cumming in Angie’s pussy, me cumming on her mouth. I could hear John’s breath as he shot his load deep inside Angie. He had pushed her hips down, impaling her on his cock as deep as he could while he came. As we all stopped a moment to again catch our breath, Angie kissed John and whispered to him, “I love that you came right in me. I loved feeling your cock twitch and your hot cum fill me…” then her eyes turned up to me as she continued, “now why don’t you watch as I sit on Tina’s face and let your cum drip from me into her mouth…”

dirtystorytime:

I fumbled through my purse as we stumbled up to the door. 

“Tonight was sooo much fun.” I slurred.

“I know! We haven’t had a girls night in forever. Thanks for letting me crash.”

“No problem!” I fumbled through my purse again looking for keys to get in. 

“OH MY GOD!” Angie yelled as her face turned red and she threw her hand up to cover her eyes.

“What! WHAT!” I exclaimed. 

“Oh my god.” She said again as she parted her fingers and peeked through them, immediately covering her eyes again. Her head turned and she moved her hand to block her view through the window to my apartment.

“What?!” I exclaimed again as I tried to peek around her in the window.

“I’m so sorry!” She said. Her hand that was covering her eyes dropped down and covered her mouth. Her eyes shifted again inside the window. She immediately looked back to me and admitted, “John’s inside..” Her eyes shut momentarily before opening, shifting back inside the apartment and back to me, “he’s watching porn and…” Her hand started making a motion, like a man masturbating. 

Her hands immediately covered her entire face to stifle a laugh as she turned bright red again. My own mouth fell open. “Oh my god. Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” Was all I could say. I tried to maneuver around her and peek in the window, repeating, “I’m so sorry!”

“It’s ok..” Angie laughed again. It was an awkward laugh.

I managed to get in a position that I could see John through the window. Indeed, watching porn and jerking off. “It’s actually kinda hot.” I said embarrassed a little.

I caught Angie peek again. She bit her lip and blushed again. “It is pretty hot” she confirmed.

Maybe it was the situation, maybe it was the alcohol, but she leaned towards me, and I didn’t stop her. As our mouths met, we kissed. Our lips parted and our tongues met. She was very soft, and tasted good. I felt her hand on my hip as she pulled me towards her. Our lips parted slightly and I opened my eyes staring into hers. I swallowed hard and forgot where I was for a moment.

“Have you ever had a threesome?” I heard her asking me.

“I uh.. no. Have you?” I asked.

She bit her lip hard again and she nodded slightly. Her eyes turned back inside the window to John. “If you’re not cool, I totally get it.” She said. “But, I’ve gotta admit, I’ve had a bit of a crush on you for a while. I’d totally love to fuck you, Tina.”

My mouth fell open again. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion for a second. I could feel my chest heaving as I inhaled. I could feel my heartbeat. Angie’s hand lifted as she grabbed the back of my neck. She pulled me to her and we kissed again. 

I felt her hand slip under my shirt. It slowly moved higher until it hit the bottom of my bra. She squeezed my breast through the bra, and then slid her hand under it. Her small hands could barely cup my breasts. I had always been proud of them, they were a good size, and definitely one of my favorite attributes about myself.

Her hand fell off the back of my neck and she pulled back a moment. Long enough to pull my shirt completely up and over my head. She paused and looked at me, and I followed suit, lifting her shirt up. We both started undoing our own bras and let them fall before we embraced again. Her skin on mine was intense. She was warm, even in the cool night air. “We should go inside..” I managed to whisper. 

I found my keys and unlocked the door. John jumped to his feet and awkwardly covered himself up. Busted! I don’t know what shocked him more, the fact that we caught him or the fact that we were both topless. He was kinda cute trying to hide his hard cock, pressing it down and cupping it with his hands. His face immediately turned red with embarrassment. 

Angie and I both laughed at him. “We saw you from outside. We saw what you were doing.” I said, in a mock stern voice.

“And we… were hoping to join in.” Angie chimed in.

John just stood there, speechless. His mouth agape, his eyes bulged from his head. He was helpless to stare as Angie’s hand found my stomach and slithered its way up to pinch my left nipple. I turned towards her and we kissed again.

I had kissed a few other girls in the past. Mostly just drunkenly kidding around. Never like this. There was a passion. Angie was gorgeous. Earlier when she said she had a crush on me I was amazed. I wasn’t as pretty as she was. Her long blonde hair flowed. Her hazel eyes had flecks of yellows and greens in them. She had a perfectly tight body, perfect tits, small waist, beautiful full ass. Every boy’s dream. And she had the personality to take charge in every situation.

She pulled back from me again and her eyes fell to John. A grin crossed her face as she said, “Can I see what you’ve got there? Is that a present for us?”

He was like a deer caught in the headlights. Or in his case, tits. He was still in shock, stammering “I.. uh. I.. “ His eyes shifted from me, to her and back to me. He was clearly waiting for a reaction. Angie took my hand and we walked towards him. She was stalking him, like he was her prey. I couldn’t help but grin myself. I’d never seen him so shy.

As we got to him she leaned forward to give him a kiss on his cheek, and motioned for me to join her. Her hand, which was interlocked with mine, coincidentally had fallen right where his hands were still hiding his cock. She lifted slightly to pull at his wrist, prying it away. As she did she glanced down to his penis and looked at me. “Lucky girl…” She said as she winked. His face turned bright red again.

Her eyes lifted to the television screen. “What are you watching? It looks interesting.” She teased him again. “That looks like, a boy, fucking a girl, while she licks that other girl’s pussy. A threesome… What an idea!”

I couldn’t help but giggle at how badly she was teasing him. His eyes shifted to mine. He gulped hard and managed to say “Tina?”

My eyes shifted back and forth between them. There was a slight pause where you could hear a pin drop, before Angie echoed his question, “Tina?”

I looked back into John’s eyes, pushed myself up on my tiptoes to try to reach my face higher to kiss him. As I did Angie dropped to her knees in front of John’s cock. I could feel the brush of her hair on my hip as she moved her head back and forth engulfing him. John’s breathing accelerated as he was moaning and grunting with her movements. I looked down long enough to see her tongue, extended from her mouth and teasing the tip of his cock while her hand stroked back and forth. She was staring straight up and us kissing. I whispered to John, “I guess its okay. What do you think?”

Her eyes locked with mine for a moment and she spoke very slowly and deliberately, “John, have you ever had two girls suck your cock at the same time?” Her words were delicious, teasing him even more. “Have you ever had two tongues lick up and down your shaft? Have you ever had both your balls in a different girl’s mouth, sucking them?”

Her words were causing a reaction. His mouth opened and he was breathing almost in a pant. He shook his head, “No” as he continued to labor to breathe. Angie’s hand reached up to mine and she gently pulled me down as she took his cock into her mouth again. I descended slowly. Kissing as I lowered. His chest, running my tongue around his nipple. Angie continued to bob her head up and down his cock, sucking hungrily. Gently allowing my face to brush against his stomach as I knelt. Finally Angie relinquished her mouth’s grip on John’s cock. Her hand still wrapped around the base as she twisted her wrist and pointed his head to my mouth. 

I opened wide and swallowed his entirety. Swirling my tongue back and forth as I raised and lowered on him. I could feel as I took him in my mouth that Angie had started to suck on John’s balls. I felt John’s hand fall to the back of my head as he started to thrust his hips. I opened my mouth and allowed him to guide my head onto his cock. I noticed that John’s second hand had fallen to cup Angie’s face as well. As he pumped my mouth he was pressing her face into his leg and balls.

My eyes raised to watch John. The look on his face was intense. His eyes glossy. His mouth contorted and twitching as he breathed, short fast breaths, which were laden with cursing and compliments and barking commands. “Suck my fucking balls. Fuck. I love your tongues. Fuck, suck my cock, baby.”

Angie’s voice interrupted, “Let me help…” Her hand slide up his shaft and she kissed me as I pulled my mouth off John’s cock. Our tongue’s mingled again and as our mouths teased each other John pushed his cock between our lips. As we sucked I could feel a finger, then a second sliding up and down my pussy lips. My eyes opened and found Angie’s staring back at me. She winked, and pushed her two fingers inside my soaked cunt, causing a loud moan to escape from my lips.  

My head arched back and my eyes clasped shut. Her fingers working their way in and out of me. She was very good. Changing speeds, depth, rotating her fingers into a circle and thrusting deep. Vibrating her hand side to side rapidly and pulling back at my g-spot. She had me on the verge of cumming when she whispered, “I need to taste you. Right fucking now.”

The second her tongue touched my clit my legs started to shake. My body almost collapsed on top of her, I struggled to stay up. She had laid down on her back and her face was squarely below my pussy as I continued to kneel with John’s cock in my mouth. Sensing an opportunity John pulled out and let me fall forward. I found myself propped up by my right elbow, my ass still up, Angie’s tongue still buried inside my pussy, tasting me, “Fuck me” was all I could manage to say, to which John immediately replied, “Not yet.” His hand pushed at the back of my head lowering it to Angie’s pussy. I didn’t resist. “I want to watch you lick her cunt.” He insisted.

He sat on the couch with a fantastic view. All feelings and twitching and pleasure subsided. I could feel absolutely nothing except his eyes focused on me, and I wasn’t about to disappoint him. I slowly flicked my tongue along Angie’s pussy lips and I could feel her moans as her own lips vibrated on my pussy. I found her clit and started circling my tongue around it. The entire time watching John as he leaned back and started to stroke his cock again. He whispered towards me, “Make her cum for me. Make me proud.”

I slid two fingers inside Angie’s pussy. Pushing them deep and curling them upwards. I tried to feel them on my tongue as I squeezed towards her g-spot. I could hear her moans, I could hear her curses, “Oh, fuck yes” over and over, but I was still mesmerized and engaged in John’s stare. It was as if I was doing it for him, and not her. She was cumming, because he wanted it. He ordered it. I wanted to make him proud.

My fingers started to move faster inside her. My tongue more precise in it’s assault on her clit. I could hear her words, “I’m going to cum. Fuck. Oh fuck…” I could feel the contractions of her pussy, the tremor in her legs, the heaving in her chest as she breathed. It was all for him. As she cried out he stood, ran his fingers through my hair as I continued. I refused to stop. I wanted to taste the gush of cum as it dripped from her pussy and ran down her thighs.

John walked behind me and knelt down, his cock dangling in Angie’s face. She had stopped licking my pussy as she came. Her head fell to the ground. Her fingers had slowed to a minimal pace. As John knelt he commanded, “Suck my cock.” I could hear as she began, the little moans and slurping noises. His finger joined Angie’s inside me and he twitched his hand quickly in and out. “I think you should return the favor, Angie. Make Tina cum, while I fuck her.”

And with that his cock slid into me from behind. Angie’s tongue moved up and down my pussy lips, teasing my clit with every lick. Angie’s hands grasped and clenched my ass, pulling me open for John. His pace was slow, torturous. I could feel his hand on hers. “Right here” he said, as he moved her hand from my ass cheek to my hole. “She likes to be fingered in the ass.”

I could hear Angie moan “Mmmm. A naughty girl?” to which John chuckled. He pulled his cock from me and replied, “How about you lick her ass, as well?”

I felt Angie’s body shift as her head lifted and her tongue flicked its way around my asshole. I groaned, loudly. I couldn’t help myself. And then I felt John’s tongue join Angie’s as they both licked at me. Their tongues hitting each other like an obscene French kiss. It felt amazing. Before long I was begging, “Fuck my ass. Goddamn… fuck my ass.” It was John’s plan all along I’m sure, and with my request he kissed Angie’s mouth as she pushed a finger, two fingers into my ass, saying “What a dirty girl. Dirty, dirty girl.”

I felt Angie spit on my asshole as she continued to work her fingers inside me. They slid out and parted my ass cheeks as John’s cock replaced Angie’s fingers. Her mouth returned to my clit. Her fingers pushed back into my pussy and within seconds I was trembling all over. Mouth on clit, fingers in pussy, cock in ass.  I couldn’t hold myself any longer. My arms gave in and my face lay on Angie’s pelvis. My arms were a tangled mess in my hair, and on my face. I couldn’t breath, gasping for air. I found myself exhaling in moans, grunts and a constant refrain, “Fuck.. fuck… fuck…”

I could feel the orgasm building, deep within my pussy. Angie’s words helping me along, “Tina… I swear to god this is so fucking hot.” And then, “I’m watching John’s cock slide in and out of your ass. Fucking you. So fucking hot.”

My orgasm going to be huge, it was going to be wet. Everything happening at once. My groans suddenly got louder, my legs clenched and I could feel the eruption between my legs. Everything throbbed at once. It was overwhelming. My hands reached behind me, trying to push John away. I rolled to get away from Angie’s mouth. “No.. too much, oh my god.” I lay on my side to catch my breath.

“I’m so close to cumming.” John protested. He moved back to sit on the couch. “I can help with that!” Angie said enthusiastically. She stood, made her way to the couch and mounted his cock, moaning as it slid inside her. Her hips and ass bounced up and down on his lap. She was right. It was so fucking hot, watching up close and personal. As I caught my breath I managed to stand, round the sofa and bent to lick John’s earlobe and neck. While I was there I whispered in his ear, “Fuck her. Fuck her sweet little tight pussy.”

His head arched to the side as he moaned aloud again. Angie’s head dropped as she followed my lead and licked his other ear. John’s hands shot up and grabbed Angie’s tits.  He pulled her to him as he buried his face between them. Her breasts surrounded his cheeks and one was directly in front of my mouth. I sucked the nipple and made sure John knew it, slurping in his ear.

“Sit on the back of the sofa.” Angie said. “Sit right above his face so he can watch me lick your pussy.”

I scrambled to get in position. I could tell from the look on John’s face he wasn’t far from cumming himself. I steadied myself on the back of the sofa directly above John’s face. Angie immediately bent forward to lick me. Her arms fell over my thighs and my hand grabbed the back of her head, pulling her into me. Her tongue hit my clit and a new wave of electricity shot through my body. I moaned loudly just as John announced “I’m gonna cum. Oh god… I’m gonna cum.”

His eyes were staring directly at my pussy and Angie’s mouth working it. Angie bounced her ass up and down on his cock at a faster pace. She moved her mouth just enough to say “Cum in me. Tina can lick it out.”

As soon as she said the words I started to orgasm again as well. Our moans were in unison. John cumming in Angie’s pussy, me cumming on her mouth. I could hear John’s breath as he shot his load deep inside Angie. He had pushed her hips down, impaling her on his cock as deep as he could while he came. As we all stopped a moment to again catch our breath, Angie kissed John and whispered to him, “I love that you came right in me. I loved feeling your cock twitch and your hot cum fill me…” then her eyes turned up to me as she continued, “now why don’t you watch as I sit on Tina’s face and let your cum drip from me into her mouth…”

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dirtystorytime:

"You’re allowed to say three words. That’s all. And if you break the rules, I will spank you. And I don’t mean your ass. You are allowed to say yes. Do you understand me, Princess?"
"Yes, sir." She answered. Already breaking my rules.
*SPANK*
"I didn’t say you were allowed to say "Sir", just yes. Do you understand?"
"Yes… yes." She looked at me in bewilderment. Clearly confused that she wasn’t allowed to address me with the respect that I normally demanded.
I rested my hand back on her pussy and pushed the tip back inside her hole. I slid my finger out of her and up to her clit. Using my index and middle fingers I slowly circled her clit. She exhaled deeply and let out a slight moan. Her eyes started to close as I played with her.
"Are you enjoying that?" I inquired.
"Yes.. uummmhmmm." She moaned.
*SPANK*
Her eyes opened sharply and her body shot upwards. Her legs shook a little. I lifted my hand from her.
"Just yes. That’s all. Are you sorry?" I asked.
"Yes." She nodded. Her eyes apologetic.
"Should I continue?"
"Yes." She nodded again.
Her pussy lips were notably red and puffy. My slaps were obviously showing their effect. I gently rubbed up and down outside her pussy lips, before slowly inserting my middle finger just slightly. Withdrawing it, before slowly, pushing it back in slightly again.
"Are you ready for the next word you’re allowed to say?"
"Yes." Her eyes raised in anticipation.
"You are allowed to say deeper. Do you understand me, Princess?"
She smiled and bit her lower lip. I wiggled my finger, teasing her with it’s shallowness inside her. I smiled at her coyly. “Would you like something, Princess?”
Armed with her new word, and a twinkle in her eye she leaned to my ear to whisper, “Deeper.”
I pushed my finger deeper inside her, almost halfway in. “Are you enjoying that?” I asked.
"Yes", came the reply.
"Would you like something more?" I toyed.
"Deeper." She whispered again.
I teased her more. Gradually pushing all the way inside. Curling my finger to pull upwards on her g-spot. My fingering was unhurried. Indulging myself. Enjoying her body tensing and relaxing under my manipulations.
"Would you like your last word?"
Her lips were back between her teeth. Her eyes flickering open and shut. Her right arm wrapped around my back holding herself still and while her left propped her up. Looking up at me she nodded.
"Use your words. Tell me. Do you want your last word?"
"Yes.. yes." She sighed.
"Your last word is," I paused briefly. "Faster."
A smile came over her face. The meticulousness of my teasing was about to come to an abrupt end. “Faster!” She exclaimed. She wanted the teasing to end. “Faster!” She repeated.
I slid a second finger inside her. Pressing on her g-spot even harder. My hand moving a little quicker in and out of her. I could feel her body start to tremble.
"Are you enjoying this?"
"YES." Her emphatic response, coupled with, "Faster."
My hand increased the intensity. Faster, short quick jabs of my fingers inside her. My thumb bent to tease her clit as my fingers pace increased. 
"Are you having fun, Princess?" I whispered. I knew she was cumming. I knew by the quiver that was enveloping her entire body. Her open mouth, her clenched shut eyes, all telltale signs she was in the midst of orgasm.
"OH FUCK," was her defiant response.
*SPANKSPANK*
Two quick sharp slaps to her clit sparked like a jolt of electricity to her body. A grunt and a moan came from her mouth.  My hand immediately returning to her drenched pussy. “Do you have a request?” I whispered again.
"Faster." Came her breathy reply.
My hands pace more furious than before. A second wave of passion. The clench of her vagina was unmistakable. She was cumming again, already. 
As the strain in her body started to release, I relaxed my hand. Back to the gentle slow pace I had started. Removing my fingers from inside her and back to leisurely circle her clit again.
As her eyes opened and her mouth had closed, she looked into my eyes. I licked my lips, and raised my fingers to my mouth to taste her. Fresh juices from her orgasms and they tasted so sweet. “Did you want to taste, Princess?” I asked.
Still within the rules of the game, “Yes” was her only reply.
I smiled and offered her my middle finger to suckle. She worked it like it was my cock, swirling her tongue and sucking every inch.
"Did you enjoy this game?" I asked with a mischievous grin.
"Yes." She smiled.
"If I gave you one more word, of your choosing, what would that word be?" I asked.
Without hesitation, she bit her lip, smiled and said with a wink “Again.”

dirtystorytime:

"You’re allowed to say three words. That’s all. And if you break the rules, I will spank you. And I don’t mean your ass. You are allowed to say yes. Do you understand me, Princess?"

"Yes, sir." She answered. Already breaking my rules.

*SPANK*

"I didn’t say you were allowed to say "Sir", just yes. Do you understand?"

"Yes… yes." She looked at me in bewilderment. Clearly confused that she wasn’t allowed to address me with the respect that I normally demanded.

I rested my hand back on her pussy and pushed the tip back inside her hole. I slid my finger out of her and up to her clit. Using my index and middle fingers I slowly circled her clit. She exhaled deeply and let out a slight moan. Her eyes started to close as I played with her.

"Are you enjoying that?" I inquired.

"Yes.. uummmhmmm." She moaned.

*SPANK*

Her eyes opened sharply and her body shot upwards. Her legs shook a little. I lifted my hand from her.

"Just yes. That’s all. Are you sorry?" I asked.

"Yes." She nodded. Her eyes apologetic.

"Should I continue?"

"Yes." She nodded again.

Her pussy lips were notably red and puffy. My slaps were obviously showing their effect. I gently rubbed up and down outside her pussy lips, before slowly inserting my middle finger just slightly. Withdrawing it, before slowly, pushing it back in slightly again.

"Are you ready for the next word you’re allowed to say?"

"Yes." Her eyes raised in anticipation.

"You are allowed to say deeper. Do you understand me, Princess?"

She smiled and bit her lower lip. I wiggled my finger, teasing her with it’s shallowness inside her. I smiled at her coyly. “Would you like something, Princess?”

Armed with her new word, and a twinkle in her eye she leaned to my ear to whisper, “Deeper.”

I pushed my finger deeper inside her, almost halfway in. “Are you enjoying that?” I asked.

"Yes", came the reply.

"Would you like something more?" I toyed.

"Deeper." She whispered again.

I teased her more. Gradually pushing all the way inside. Curling my finger to pull upwards on her g-spot. My fingering was unhurried. Indulging myself. Enjoying her body tensing and relaxing under my manipulations.

"Would you like your last word?"

Her lips were back between her teeth. Her eyes flickering open and shut. Her right arm wrapped around my back holding herself still and while her left propped her up. Looking up at me she nodded.

"Use your words. Tell me. Do you want your last word?"

"Yes.. yes." She sighed.

"Your last word is," I paused briefly. "Faster."

A smile came over her face. The meticulousness of my teasing was about to come to an abrupt end. “Faster!” She exclaimed. She wanted the teasing to end. “Faster!” She repeated.

I slid a second finger inside her. Pressing on her g-spot even harder. My hand moving a little quicker in and out of her. I could feel her body start to tremble.

"Are you enjoying this?"

"YES." Her emphatic response, coupled with, "Faster."

My hand increased the intensity. Faster, short quick jabs of my fingers inside her. My thumb bent to tease her clit as my fingers pace increased. 

"Are you having fun, Princess?" I whispered. I knew she was cumming. I knew by the quiver that was enveloping her entire body. Her open mouth, her clenched shut eyes, all telltale signs she was in the midst of orgasm.

"OH FUCK," was her defiant response.

*SPANKSPANK*

Two quick sharp slaps to her clit sparked like a jolt of electricity to her body. A grunt and a moan came from her mouth.  My hand immediately returning to her drenched pussy. “Do you have a request?” I whispered again.

"Faster." Came her breathy reply.

My hands pace more furious than before. A second wave of passion. The clench of her vagina was unmistakable. She was cumming again, already. 

As the strain in her body started to release, I relaxed my hand. Back to the gentle slow pace I had started. Removing my fingers from inside her and back to leisurely circle her clit again.

As her eyes opened and her mouth had closed, she looked into my eyes. I licked my lips, and raised my fingers to my mouth to taste her. Fresh juices from her orgasms and they tasted so sweet. “Did you want to taste, Princess?” I asked.

Still within the rules of the game, “Yes” was her only reply.

I smiled and offered her my middle finger to suckle. She worked it like it was my cock, swirling her tongue and sucking every inch.

"Did you enjoy this game?" I asked with a mischievous grin.

"Yes." She smiled.

"If I gave you one more word, of your choosing, what would that word be?" I asked.

Without hesitation, she bit her lip, smiled and said with a wink “Again.”

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dirtystorytime:

I’d try to be good. Honestly, I would.
I’d start just sitting behind you, and running a cloth or some soap up and down your arms. I’d wash your hair as you leaned forward and let me scoop handfuls of water to rinse the soap clean. It would all seem innocent enough. But when it comes to you, I am not innocent. My mind races. I can’t help but be aroused.
I’d make a concerted effort to keep my hands to myself. But with the guise of cleanliness, my hands would linger on your arms and back. It would trace down your side, and rest on your thigh. Would that be bad? I’d whisper, “I’m sorry,” in your ear. 
I’d be lying. And again my hand would wander across your thigh pushing between your legs, which were opened, subtly. Again I’d whisper, “oops. It was an accident.”
But it wasn’t. I wouldn’t remove my hand. Instead it would rest on you. Slightly moving, “I’m sorry about that..” again I’d perpetuate the fallacy of my words. My lips would beg forgiveness, but my hand would grow bolder, and my finger would soon slide down between your folds of your lips.
Your body softens, and leans back into my chest. Your head rolls to the side and my mouth leans in to kiss. My finger pulls back, upwards and grazes your clitoris. Are you sensitive? I’d nibble my way up your neck, “my apologies,” I’d say, “forgive me?”
My finger twists a circle around your clit as I lick your earlobe. And further down between your lips again and my finger enters you. I push a single finger inside.
"I didn’t mean that," I’d whisper as I worked that finger in and out. "How are you doing? Enjoying your bath?"
"Mmmhmmm," you’d moan in my ear.
My teeth graze your neck. I suck on your earlobe as my other hand reaches around your stomach, pulling you back into me. You can feel my arousal throbbing on your back.
My fingers extract, my hips press forward. My hands scoop under your legs. I want to be inside you. I need to be in you. I lift your legs up and lift you atop me. Your hand falls down to guide me inside you.
I can feel the squeeze of your pussy on my cock as I lower you onto me. Slowly, gently, entering you. 
Your head turns back towards mine and our mouths meet, your arm twists behind my head and pulls me to you. Your mouth opens to moan as I stretch you. Filling you. You are so fucking tight on my cock. Your hips gyrate in a circle as I continue to lower you onto me slowly. Almost all the way in, I thrust upwards. Filling you completely, and we both gasp and exhale a pleasured sigh.
"FUCK. I’m sorry, accident," I whisper as I enter you.
Your hips lift as your ass tightens, squeezing me as you push yourself up and down on me. Fucking my cock from above, controlling the flow. Moaning every time as you descend onto me. 
My hand reaches around, teasing your clit with my fingers. Twisting and trying to make you cum.. and cum..
Again I slide my hands under your knees and pull them closed against you. Your tightness intensifies against me. I lift you to the brink of sliding off and thrust into you. Lifting and letting you fall, in you, and back out.
The bathwater splashing from our thrashing, spilling from the tub. We both moan. Gasp. Cumming. Cumming together. My hips give a final thrust as I erupt inside you. My cock twitching and filling you with my cum. 
I gently lean back and allow you to unravel. Our bodies apart. You twist, turning to me. We embrace and kiss. 
"I tried to be good. I swear."

dirtystorytime:

I’d try to be good. Honestly, I would.

I’d start just sitting behind you, and running a cloth or some soap up and down your arms. I’d wash your hair as you leaned forward and let me scoop handfuls of water to rinse the soap clean. It would all seem innocent enough. But when it comes to you, I am not innocent. My mind races. I can’t help but be aroused.

I’d make a concerted effort to keep my hands to myself. But with the guise of cleanliness, my hands would linger on your arms and back. It would trace down your side, and rest on your thigh. Would that be bad? I’d whisper, “I’m sorry,” in your ear. 

I’d be lying. And again my hand would wander across your thigh pushing between your legs, which were opened, subtly. Again I’d whisper, “oops. It was an accident.”

But it wasn’t. I wouldn’t remove my hand. Instead it would rest on you. Slightly moving, “I’m sorry about that..” again I’d perpetuate the fallacy of my words. My lips would beg forgiveness, but my hand would grow bolder, and my finger would soon slide down between your folds of your lips.

Your body softens, and leans back into my chest. Your head rolls to the side and my mouth leans in to kiss. My finger pulls back, upwards and grazes your clitoris. Are you sensitive? I’d nibble my way up your neck, “my apologies,” I’d say, “forgive me?”

My finger twists a circle around your clit as I lick your earlobe. And further down between your lips again and my finger enters you. I push a single finger inside.

"I didn’t mean that," I’d whisper as I worked that finger in and out. "How are you doing? Enjoying your bath?"

"Mmmhmmm," you’d moan in my ear.

My teeth graze your neck. I suck on your earlobe as my other hand reaches around your stomach, pulling you back into me. You can feel my arousal throbbing on your back.

My fingers extract, my hips press forward. My hands scoop under your legs. I want to be inside you. I need to be in you. I lift your legs up and lift you atop me. Your hand falls down to guide me inside you.

I can feel the squeeze of your pussy on my cock as I lower you onto me. Slowly, gently, entering you. 

Your head turns back towards mine and our mouths meet, your arm twists behind my head and pulls me to you. Your mouth opens to moan as I stretch you. Filling you. You are so fucking tight on my cock. Your hips gyrate in a circle as I continue to lower you onto me slowly. Almost all the way in, I thrust upwards. Filling you completely, and we both gasp and exhale a pleasured sigh.

"FUCK. I’m sorry, accident," I whisper as I enter you.

Your hips lift as your ass tightens, squeezing me as you push yourself up and down on me. Fucking my cock from above, controlling the flow. Moaning every time as you descend onto me. 

My hand reaches around, teasing your clit with my fingers. Twisting and trying to make you cum.. and cum..

Again I slide my hands under your knees and pull them closed against you. Your tightness intensifies against me. I lift you to the brink of sliding off and thrust into you. Lifting and letting you fall, in you, and back out.

The bathwater splashing from our thrashing, spilling from the tub. We both moan. Gasp. Cumming. Cumming together. My hips give a final thrust as I erupt inside you. My cock twitching and filling you with my cum. 

I gently lean back and allow you to unravel. Our bodies apart. You twist, turning to me. We embrace and kiss. 

"I tried to be good. I swear."

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dirtystorytime:

What a lovely invitation.
Let me tell you about this spot. One of my favorites on a woman. It’s located on her upper, inner thigh. It’s a spot I was just describing this morning. A spot that is perfect in all aspects.
There comes that inevitable moment when you’re going down on a woman. When your fingers are alternating between circles and vibrating and twitching in her pussy. When your tongue is drawing little circles and crosses on her clit. When she’s moaning, groaning and clenching her ass. When her legs are thrashing involuntarily. It’s that moment when I think to myself, “One big twitch right now and she could literally break my neck.” 
When she starts to gasp, when she says “stop”, when her hands are pushing against my forehead and pulling my hair at the same time… That second where you back off, where you have that first gasp of air you’ve had in a long time. That’s when I can see my spot more clearly defined than any other moment in time. It’s usually glistening from pussy juice by now, and distinctly flush from my fingers, and mouth.
It’s the spot right where your thigh meets your body. And right after you’ve just cum so hard you can’t think about anything else except breathing, I sink my teeth in and bite. My mouth covers you and I start to suck, hard on you. You will scream out. You will fucking love it. I can almost guarantee another orgasm will hit as soon as my teeth start to mark you. My territory. 
Another guarantee.. this might be the first bite mark I leave on your skin.. it will not be the last. You will wear your bruises proudly, won’t you, Pet?
And as you look at them in the mirror the next day, two days.. week. You will know one thing: You are mine.

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What a lovely invitation.

Let me tell you about this spot. One of my favorites on a woman. It’s located on her upper, inner thigh. It’s a spot I was just describing this morning. A spot that is perfect in all aspects.

There comes that inevitable moment when you’re going down on a woman. When your fingers are alternating between circles and vibrating and twitching in her pussy. When your tongue is drawing little circles and crosses on her clit. When she’s moaning, groaning and clenching her ass. When her legs are thrashing involuntarily. It’s that moment when I think to myself, “One big twitch right now and she could literally break my neck.” 

When she starts to gasp, when she says “stop”, when her hands are pushing against my forehead and pulling my hair at the same time… That second where you back off, where you have that first gasp of air you’ve had in a long time. That’s when I can see my spot more clearly defined than any other moment in time. It’s usually glistening from pussy juice by now, and distinctly flush from my fingers, and mouth.

It’s the spot right where your thigh meets your body. And right after you’ve just cum so hard you can’t think about anything else except breathing, I sink my teeth in and bite. My mouth covers you and I start to suck, hard on you. You will scream out. You will fucking love it. I can almost guarantee another orgasm will hit as soon as my teeth start to mark you. My territory. 

Another guarantee.. this might be the first bite mark I leave on your skin.. it will not be the last. You will wear your bruises proudly, won’t you, Pet?

And as you look at them in the mirror the next day, two days.. week. You will know one thing: You are mine.

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What it means to be a dominant.
This is by no means a ‘guide’. These are the characteristics that I was told that I should hone in order to be a person who would be a good choice for a submissive. I am not a dominant. I have never claimed to be. I don’t know if I will ever be one. For me, in order to be a dominant, you must have a partner who is willing to offer you his/her greatest gift. Their submission. I have never had a submissive. Therefore, I am not a dominant.
I frequently run across blogs where people make demands, “you must call me Sir,” or “you will obey me.” In my opinion, dominance is not something that someone can command of a submissive, it is something that is earned, like respect. The louder that you yell to demand it, the less likely it is that anyone will ever grant it. 
To me, dominants are accepting. Accepting of self, of peers, of their submissive. Accepting their limits and limitations. Nurturing their flaws, and guiding them to overcome their fears and shortcomings.
A dominant is compassionate. The understanding of the physical, emotional and mental situations that arise daily. The ability to offer comfort and security during times of need. Without compassion you are not a dominant, but merely a sadist.
A dominant should act with courtesy at all times. They should be able to display respect and manners. They should act with dignity and avoid being rude or outright cruel in their actions.
A dominant should have poise. The ability to take charge in any situation and bring a calming influence; grace under pressure. In a world where stressful situations can easily be ignited, a dominant should always retain control.
Humility or the ability to judge one’s own self-worth. Do you put your needs ahead of those of your submissive. Do you choose to demean or are you derogatory towards others to feel better about yourself? Do you use your stature to bully others. 
Dominants should display loyalty, an unending devotion to their submissive. A desire to have their submissive know they are safe, secure, and protected in all aspects of their life. 
A dominant should be patient. A dominant is the key to the growth and success of their submissive. They should be willing to invest time, avoid frustration, and be there to celebrate their submissive’s achievements.
A dominant is responsible. In control of their actions, and accepting of the results of their actions; good or bad. They should apologize when they have made mistake, and rejoice when they have achieved.
A dominant should be respectful at all times. Of his peers and of his submissive. A dominant who is incapable of showing respect, will not earn respect. A dominant should also maintain a high level of self-respect, without the need for narcissism, pride or vanity.
Service. A dominant is only as good as his/her ability to serve their submissive. By safely, sanely and consensually applying their natural dominance over a situation and their submissive. For you are only a dominant as long as someone is willing to submit to you.
I choose the picture above because it embodies the vision I have of a dominant. An open hand, willing to guide, nurture and aid. I have no doubt that it will soon be parted from my words that I have written, as have so many others before. 
I would only ask, and this is a very pointed question to one particular follower, a friend, that you evaluate your situation very closely and carefully. Actions speak louder than words. For in a time when you are lost and confused and upset, did your dominant soothe you, or did he only stoke the fires of your situation. Did he act reasonably, responsibly, and sanely. 
I ask because when his hand is wrapped around your throat, when he holds you in a vulnerable and precarious situation, I hope you trust he will always act responsibly and not willfully destroy what you have worked so hard to build.

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What it means to be a dominant.

This is by no means a ‘guide’. These are the characteristics that I was told that I should hone in order to be a person who would be a good choice for a submissive. I am not a dominant. I have never claimed to be. I don’t know if I will ever be one. For me, in order to be a dominant, you must have a partner who is willing to offer you his/her greatest gift. Their submission. I have never had a submissive. Therefore, I am not a dominant.

I frequently run across blogs where people make demands, “you must call me Sir,” or “you will obey me.” In my opinion, dominance is not something that someone can command of a submissive, it is something that is earned, like respect. The louder that you yell to demand it, the less likely it is that anyone will ever grant it. 

To me, dominants are accepting. Accepting of self, of peers, of their submissive. Accepting their limits and limitations. Nurturing their flaws, and guiding them to overcome their fears and shortcomings.

A dominant is compassionate. The understanding of the physical, emotional and mental situations that arise daily. The ability to offer comfort and security during times of need. Without compassion you are not a dominant, but merely a sadist.

A dominant should act with courtesy at all times. They should be able to display respect and manners. They should act with dignity and avoid being rude or outright cruel in their actions.

A dominant should have poise. The ability to take charge in any situation and bring a calming influence; grace under pressure. In a world where stressful situations can easily be ignited, a dominant should always retain control.

Humility or the ability to judge one’s own self-worth. Do you put your needs ahead of those of your submissive. Do you choose to demean or are you derogatory towards others to feel better about yourself? Do you use your stature to bully others. 

Dominants should display loyalty, an unending devotion to their submissive. A desire to have their submissive know they are safe, secure, and protected in all aspects of their life. 

A dominant should be patient. A dominant is the key to the growth and success of their submissive. They should be willing to invest time, avoid frustration, and be there to celebrate their submissive’s achievements.

A dominant is responsible. In control of their actions, and accepting of the results of their actions; good or bad. They should apologize when they have made mistake, and rejoice when they have achieved.

A dominant should be respectful at all times. Of his peers and of his submissive. A dominant who is incapable of showing respect, will not earn respect. A dominant should also maintain a high level of self-respect, without the need for narcissism, pride or vanity.

Service. A dominant is only as good as his/her ability to serve their submissive. By safely, sanely and consensually applying their natural dominance over a situation and their submissive. For you are only a dominant as long as someone is willing to submit to you.

I choose the picture above because it embodies the vision I have of a dominant. An open hand, willing to guide, nurture and aid. I have no doubt that it will soon be parted from my words that I have written, as have so many others before. 

I would only ask, and this is a very pointed question to one particular follower, a friend, that you evaluate your situation very closely and carefully. Actions speak louder than words. For in a time when you are lost and confused and upset, did your dominant soothe you, or did he only stoke the fires of your situation. Did he act reasonably, responsibly, and sanely. 

I ask because when his hand is wrapped around your throat, when he holds you in a vulnerable and precarious situation, I hope you trust he will always act responsibly and not willfully destroy what you have worked so hard to build.

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"Miss Evans, can you come into my office please."
You came in from outside his door, wondering what you had done now. You had only worked for him for just under a month, but it seemed you never did anything right. Screwing up appointments, not having reports done on time, coming in late, and always needing to leave early.
"Please Miss Evans, have a seat. I just got off the phone with Rob Fraser."
Rob Fraser.. you were supposed to have confirmed the meeting with him earlier this week. It must have slipped your mind. There’s so many aspects to this job that he just doesn’t get. Does he not know how busy you are trying to keep up?
"Miss Evans, Rob just told me that he was unaware of our meeting at 10 this morning. How is that, when you are supposed to call all my appointments to confirm in advance?"
"I’m sorry sir. I tried, I just didn’t get in touch with him. I thought I left a message for him. It must have slipped my mind. I did call both of your other appointments for today though, I’m sure of that."
"You are sure of that. Well, that’s good. It won’t be a total loss. You have prepared the reports for those meetings, I’m sure? And tomorrow’s meeting, with the exec from that tech startup? What’s his name?"
"I’m just completing those now sir. I’ll have them in just a moment. I’m very sorry. I’m not used to the amount of work, yet. Learning can be overwhelming.. sir"
"Yes, I understand. You aren’t too overwhelmed to check your Facebook updates and your Tumblr accounts though. I’ve seen you quickly minimizing your screen whenever I walk out of the office."
You blush.. if only he knew about your other blog. Your desires, your wants. Everything you keep secret, every last wish you had. How would he react knowing how dirty and bad you wanted to be.
"I’m sorry. I.. just recently broke up with my boyfriend and I had been using those to try to.." your voice trailed off. You probably weren’t making things better.
"Well.. no Rob Fraser, no reports to analyse, means I have no work to do. What do you propose I do while I wait for you to get the prep work done?"
The things that rushed to you mind. Dirty things. Naughty things. Unspeakable things. Things that would definately get you fired. You were already on the verge. If only you could find a way to concentrate. It was so difficult. You needed to get laid. The constant distraction of sitting here, thinking about your boss’ cock. Wanting it. Craving it. How could he not know what his chiselled features, his deep blue eyes, his tailored suit and that unmistakable outline that protruded through his pants.. how could he not know what that did to you?
"Miss Evans? Are you still with me here?"
"I am, sir. I’m sorry. I’m not sure what you should do." 
"Stay right here Miss Evans. I’ll be back."
You watch as he stands, he walks across the room and heads out of the office. He stops at your desk. He starts moving your mouse and alt-tabbing through your open applications and windows. “Holy fuck” is all you can think. Why didn’t you close your blog? Wow. You’re getting fired for sure… When he sees that you’ve been scrolling through dirty stories, dirty pictures, graphic porn… when you should have been prepping for his meetings. You can feel the burn in your cheeks. How are you going to explain getting fired. For looking at porn during work.
"Miss Evans. Come here please."
He’s returned, standing slightly to the side, where the wall meets the corner of his office. Away from the window where the other bitch secretaries and assistants could see.
You rise to meet him at the wall. His gaze staring through you. His hand reaches to touch your waist. It startles you. What was he doing? He pushes you back to the wall. Your right hand raises to push him away. You don’t want to push him away. It’s instinct. He grabs it and raises it over your head. He holds you against the wall. His right hand scoops the front hem of your skirt up, with a quick move of his fingers he is inside you. Pressed against the wall and being fingered hard. Instantly you cum, and gasp. Your mouth hangs open as you tremble. Your eyes forced shut. He leans into you and whispers, “Miss Evans, how naughty you are. No underwear at work. You are a bad bad girl.” 
The words echo in your ears. Yes. I am bad bad girl. Please.. punish me.
His expert fingers work their magic over you. His strokes hard into you, roughly thrusting you open. He easily slips in a second finger and works them in unison. Unable to hold back you cum again, and soak his hand. He removes his fingers and lifts them to his mouth to taste them. The noises of him slurping and sucking your cum off his fingers is intoxicating. Your eyes open to find he is staring into you. He releases your hands from over your head. He pulls slightly back from you.
"That will be all for now, Miss Evans."
His voice, returned to the professional that he is. No longer whispering dirty in your ear. “Yes, sir. I’ll have those reports right in to you, sir.”
"Oh, Miss Evans. Cancel that meeting at 4. I have a feeling you’ll be needing another adjustment for your distraction problems. I also need you in early tomorrow morning, 7 am. I can’t have your mind wandering while I’m talking to that tech guy.. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir"

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"Miss Evans, can you come into my office please."

You came in from outside his door, wondering what you had done now. You had only worked for him for just under a month, but it seemed you never did anything right. Screwing up appointments, not having reports done on time, coming in late, and always needing to leave early.

"Please Miss Evans, have a seat. I just got off the phone with Rob Fraser."

Rob Fraser.. you were supposed to have confirmed the meeting with him earlier this week. It must have slipped your mind. There’s so many aspects to this job that he just doesn’t get. Does he not know how busy you are trying to keep up?

"Miss Evans, Rob just told me that he was unaware of our meeting at 10 this morning. How is that, when you are supposed to call all my appointments to confirm in advance?"

"I’m sorry sir. I tried, I just didn’t get in touch with him. I thought I left a message for him. It must have slipped my mind. I did call both of your other appointments for today though, I’m sure of that."

"You are sure of that. Well, that’s good. It won’t be a total loss. You have prepared the reports for those meetings, I’m sure? And tomorrow’s meeting, with the exec from that tech startup? What’s his name?"

"I’m just completing those now sir. I’ll have them in just a moment. I’m very sorry. I’m not used to the amount of work, yet. Learning can be overwhelming.. sir"

"Yes, I understand. You aren’t too overwhelmed to check your Facebook updates and your Tumblr accounts though. I’ve seen you quickly minimizing your screen whenever I walk out of the office."

You blush.. if only he knew about your other blog. Your desires, your wants. Everything you keep secret, every last wish you had. How would he react knowing how dirty and bad you wanted to be.

"I’m sorry. I.. just recently broke up with my boyfriend and I had been using those to try to.." your voice trailed off. You probably weren’t making things better.

"Well.. no Rob Fraser, no reports to analyse, means I have no work to do. What do you propose I do while I wait for you to get the prep work done?"

The things that rushed to you mind. Dirty things. Naughty things. Unspeakable things. Things that would definately get you fired. You were already on the verge. If only you could find a way to concentrate. It was so difficult. You needed to get laid. The constant distraction of sitting here, thinking about your boss’ cock. Wanting it. Craving it. How could he not know what his chiselled features, his deep blue eyes, his tailored suit and that unmistakable outline that protruded through his pants.. how could he not know what that did to you?

"Miss Evans? Are you still with me here?"

"I am, sir. I’m sorry. I’m not sure what you should do." 

"Stay right here Miss Evans. I’ll be back."

You watch as he stands, he walks across the room and heads out of the office. He stops at your desk. He starts moving your mouse and alt-tabbing through your open applications and windows. “Holy fuck” is all you can think. Why didn’t you close your blog? Wow. You’re getting fired for sure… When he sees that you’ve been scrolling through dirty stories, dirty pictures, graphic porn… when you should have been prepping for his meetings. You can feel the burn in your cheeks. How are you going to explain getting fired. For looking at porn during work.

"Miss Evans. Come here please."

He’s returned, standing slightly to the side, where the wall meets the corner of his office. Away from the window where the other bitch secretaries and assistants could see.

You rise to meet him at the wall. His gaze staring through you. His hand reaches to touch your waist. It startles you. What was he doing? He pushes you back to the wall. Your right hand raises to push him away. You don’t want to push him away. It’s instinct. He grabs it and raises it over your head. He holds you against the wall. His right hand scoops the front hem of your skirt up, with a quick move of his fingers he is inside you. Pressed against the wall and being fingered hard. Instantly you cum, and gasp. Your mouth hangs open as you tremble. Your eyes forced shut. He leans into you and whispers, “Miss Evans, how naughty you are. No underwear at work. You are a bad bad girl.” 

The words echo in your ears. Yes. I am bad bad girl. Please.. punish me.

His expert fingers work their magic over you. His strokes hard into you, roughly thrusting you open. He easily slips in a second finger and works them in unison. Unable to hold back you cum again, and soak his hand. He removes his fingers and lifts them to his mouth to taste them. The noises of him slurping and sucking your cum off his fingers is intoxicating. Your eyes open to find he is staring into you. He releases your hands from over your head. He pulls slightly back from you.

"That will be all for now, Miss Evans."

His voice, returned to the professional that he is. No longer whispering dirty in your ear. “Yes, sir. I’ll have those reports right in to you, sir.”

"Oh, Miss Evans. Cancel that meeting at 4. I have a feeling you’ll be needing another adjustment for your distraction problems. I also need you in early tomorrow morning, 7 am. I can’t have your mind wandering while I’m talking to that tech guy.. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir"

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"I wanna fuck." The mere words from her mouth exhausted me. 
"Go masturbate." I responded. We’d already fucked twice that morning. My cock was worn out.
"I did. Twice. And now I wanna fuck again." 
"I’ll make you a deal. Do everything I say, and I’ll make you cum. How’s that sound?" I knew she was horny. She was always horny lately. But when she wakes me up in the middle of a nap by rubbing her wet cunt on my hand, I knew she needed something different.
She smiled, and said, “Deal.”
"First, Pet. Go pour me a drink. Let me wake up a little." I nudged her from the bed. She stood and walked towards the table. Her hips swayed and mesmerized me. As she reached the bottom of the bed, I rolled over towards the partition, following her movements. I squinted and blinked to adjust to the light. Her silhouette alone was arousing. I sat up on my side, my elbow on the bed and perched my head in my hand for support.
She picked up the scotch from the table and poured me a glass, neat. “Don’t put the bottle down just yet.” I said as she handed me the glass. I shot the first one back and held the glass out to be refilled. She stood waiting for direction. Silently I nodded and she refilled it. 
I pointed to the old wooden chair in the corner and suggested, “Pull up a chair.” She reached with the scotch to put it back on he table. “No… keep that close.” 
Using her free hand she pulled the chair from the corner and sat. “No.. turn the chair around. I want your legs open. I want to stare at you. Like you’re in prison, with the wooden bars.”
"What’s the charge?" She grinned as she followed my direction.
"Assault. With a deadly weapon." I replied, without missing a beat. "Now. Here’s how this is going to work. I’m going to talk, and you’re going to listen. I will not touch you. I want you to absorb every word. I want you to concentrate on every word. I want you to remain absolutely silent. I want you to react to only my voice. 
You may not touch yourself. No grinding your hips. No wiggling your ass. No squeezing the muscles for relief. Your eyes will stay closed. I want you to vividly imagine every word. I want you to see every image that I put in your head. I want your full attention. Your focus will be only on my voice. I will be the only thing in your mind. 
Now. Your arms. Over the back of the chair. Straight ahead. Remember to breath. Inhale. Exhale…
Good Girl.
I can tell from here your pussy is already dripping. Dripping. Fucking soaked. You can feel it. Can’t you?
Now, imagine my hands. Starting on your neck. Taking you from behind. A hand on each shoulder. Each hand will squeeze. Holding you, like a possession. My possession. You will feel me bend, lowering my face to your neck. In the silence you will hear my breath as I exhale. You will hear the slight growl in my throat. You will feel my teeth as they graze your skin.”
I could tell she was enjoying this. Her chest was heaving with her breath. Her fingers twitching. The muscles in her legs tightened as she clenched and relaxed. Her eyes slightly opened momentarily and pressed shut.
“My hands will enclose around your neck. My fingers will leave evidence of their journey. Marks on your skin. Where I’ve been. The unblemished skin. Where I am still to go. Your head rolls in my hands as my grip tightens around your neck. As if you’re daring me.
From your neck, my hands venture down. Your breasts. I can tell that you’re a little cold. Your nipples protrude and tantalize. Both my thumbs and index fingers pinch. Twisting, pulling, tugging, squeezing.
Further down still, down your sides to your hips. Maybe you’ll remember earlier, when I gripped your hips firm. When I held you as I fucked you from behind.”
The emphasis I put on the word “fucked” made her stir. I could see her hand waver. Her shoulder twitch as if she wanted to reach and touch herself. My stare firmly on her moistening pussy. Her body betrayed by her mind, telling me she was feeling every word, as though my hands were physically on her.
“I will run my hands around your waist. I possess you. Holding you. In my hands, you are mine.”
And with those words a gasp. Her eyes opened, locked to me. Her mouth opened wider gasping for air. Her hands trembling. I rolled to the edge of the bed and stood. Took the bottle of scotch from her hand as she continued to watch me. I again refilled my glass and put the bottle down on the table. I found a scarf on the dresser and walked behind her. Draping it around her face and pulling taut. Her head lifted, accepting me. I tied the fabric around her head and leaned to her ear, “If you break the rules, I will punish you. Since you can’t seem to remember that I said your eyes must remain shut, I will shut them for you. Don’t test me again. Remember last week.”
Another gasp escaped her lips as I’m sure the memory from last week was still fresh in her mind. She bit her lip as she exhaled. I walked and lay back on the bed making sure she had heard me.
“My hands venture down your hips. To your thighs. Between them. Don’t you wish I would touch you. How instantly I could cause your swollen pussy to explode. Don’t you wish for just a little kiss, a little lick. Your pussy is red. The blood is flowing. Engorging it. Causing your nerves to dance.  The slightest nudge, even a whisper of breath, I’m sure would cause you to gush.
How badly do you want to touch yourself, right now, Pet. How badly would you want me to touch you.”
Her arms were covered in goosebumps. There was a quiver that ran from her neck and shoulders down her torso and to her legs. Involuntary spasms.  She grasped her hands in front of her, resisting any urge to move as she continued to perch on her chair.
“It’s too bad your eyes are covered, Pet. You should see how hard my cock is for you. How turned on your helplessness makes me. How your body is so vulnerable for my taking. How you’ve given yourself to me. How my every word is causing a frenzy in your cunt.”
I again sat on the edge of the bed, this time kneeling down mere inches from her. My face almost pressed to the back of the chair. I made sure to bump and jostle clumsily as I sat, so she knew I was there. I inhaled and exhaled deeply so she could feel just how close I was. Her breathing matched my own. Short, rapid and loud. When the air exhaled from my mouth hit her, she moaned, so slightly.
“You know. When I’m this close, I can almost taste you. I can smell you, indeed. Your fragrant musk. You smell like sex. I can definitely see you.  How fucking wet you are. I can see your juices dripping from you. You’ve made a mess of that chair, and I’m sure the floor below. I’m tempted to touch you. So very tempted.
But I vowed, no. And I did tell you. Right here, right now, as if my fingers were buried in you. As if my mouth was sucking your sweet clit, as thought my cock was pounding you… You will cum for me, good girl. RIGHT NOW.”
My thanks to Nova Flux who provided this image, as inspiration for this story.

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"I wanna fuck." The mere words from her mouth exhausted me. 

"Go masturbate." I responded. We’d already fucked twice that morning. My cock was worn out.

"I did. Twice. And now I wanna fuck again." 

"I’ll make you a deal. Do everything I say, and I’ll make you cum. How’s that sound?" I knew she was horny. She was always horny lately. But when she wakes me up in the middle of a nap by rubbing her wet cunt on my hand, I knew she needed something different.

She smiled, and said, “Deal.”

"First, Pet. Go pour me a drink. Let me wake up a little." I nudged her from the bed. She stood and walked towards the table. Her hips swayed and mesmerized me. As she reached the bottom of the bed, I rolled over towards the partition, following her movements. I squinted and blinked to adjust to the light. Her silhouette alone was arousing. I sat up on my side, my elbow on the bed and perched my head in my hand for support.

She picked up the scotch from the table and poured me a glass, neat. “Don’t put the bottle down just yet.” I said as she handed me the glass. I shot the first one back and held the glass out to be refilled. She stood waiting for direction. Silently I nodded and she refilled it. 

I pointed to the old wooden chair in the corner and suggested, “Pull up a chair.” She reached with the scotch to put it back on he table. “No… keep that close.” 

Using her free hand she pulled the chair from the corner and sat. “No.. turn the chair around. I want your legs open. I want to stare at you. Like you’re in prison, with the wooden bars.”

"What’s the charge?" She grinned as she followed my direction.

"Assault. With a deadly weapon." I replied, without missing a beat. "Now. Here’s how this is going to work. I’m going to talk, and you’re going to listen. I will not touch you. I want you to absorb every word. I want you to concentrate on every word. I want you to remain absolutely silent. I want you to react to only my voice. 

You may not touch yourself. No grinding your hips. No wiggling your ass. No squeezing the muscles for relief. Your eyes will stay closed. I want you to vividly imagine every word. I want you to see every image that I put in your head. I want your full attention. Your focus will be only on my voice. I will be the only thing in your mind. 

Now. Your arms. Over the back of the chair. Straight ahead. Remember to breath. Inhale. Exhale…

Good Girl.

I can tell from here your pussy is already dripping. Dripping. Fucking soaked. You can feel it. Can’t you?

Now, imagine my hands. Starting on your neck. Taking you from behind. A hand on each shoulder. Each hand will squeeze. Holding you, like a possession. My possession. You will feel me bend, lowering my face to your neck. In the silence you will hear my breath as I exhale. You will hear the slight growl in my throat. You will feel my teeth as they graze your skin.”

I could tell she was enjoying this. Her chest was heaving with her breath. Her fingers twitching. The muscles in her legs tightened as she clenched and relaxed. Her eyes slightly opened momentarily and pressed shut.

“My hands will enclose around your neck. My fingers will leave evidence of their journey. Marks on your skin. Where I’ve been. The unblemished skin. Where I am still to go. Your head rolls in my hands as my grip tightens around your neck. As if you’re daring me.

From your neck, my hands venture down. Your breasts. I can tell that you’re a little cold. Your nipples protrude and tantalize. Both my thumbs and index fingers pinch. Twisting, pulling, tugging, squeezing.

Further down still, down your sides to your hips. Maybe you’ll remember earlier, when I gripped your hips firm. When I held you as I fucked you from behind.”

The emphasis I put on the word “fucked” made her stir. I could see her hand waver. Her shoulder twitch as if she wanted to reach and touch herself. My stare firmly on her moistening pussy. Her body betrayed by her mind, telling me she was feeling every word, as though my hands were physically on her.

“I will run my hands around your waist. I possess you. Holding you. In my hands, you are mine.”

And with those words a gasp. Her eyes opened, locked to me. Her mouth opened wider gasping for air. Her hands trembling. I rolled to the edge of the bed and stood. Took the bottle of scotch from her hand as she continued to watch me. I again refilled my glass and put the bottle down on the table. I found a scarf on the dresser and walked behind her. Draping it around her face and pulling taut. Her head lifted, accepting me. I tied the fabric around her head and leaned to her ear, “If you break the rules, I will punish you. Since you can’t seem to remember that I said your eyes must remain shut, I will shut them for you. Don’t test me again. Remember last week.”

Another gasp escaped her lips as I’m sure the memory from last week was still fresh in her mind. She bit her lip as she exhaled. I walked and lay back on the bed making sure she had heard me.

“My hands venture down your hips. To your thighs. Between them. Don’t you wish I would touch you. How instantly I could cause your swollen pussy to explode. Don’t you wish for just a little kiss, a little lick. Your pussy is red. The blood is flowing. Engorging it. Causing your nerves to dance.  The slightest nudge, even a whisper of breath, I’m sure would cause you to gush.

How badly do you want to touch yourself, right now, Pet. How badly would you want me to touch you.”

Her arms were covered in goosebumps. There was a quiver that ran from her neck and shoulders down her torso and to her legs. Involuntary spasms.  She grasped her hands in front of her, resisting any urge to move as she continued to perch on her chair.

“It’s too bad your eyes are covered, Pet. You should see how hard my cock is for you. How turned on your helplessness makes me. How your body is so vulnerable for my taking. How you’ve given yourself to me. How my every word is causing a frenzy in your cunt.”

I again sat on the edge of the bed, this time kneeling down mere inches from her. My face almost pressed to the back of the chair. I made sure to bump and jostle clumsily as I sat, so she knew I was there. I inhaled and exhaled deeply so she could feel just how close I was. Her breathing matched my own. Short, rapid and loud. When the air exhaled from my mouth hit her, she moaned, so slightly.

“You know. When I’m this close, I can almost taste you. I can smell you, indeed. Your fragrant musk. You smell like sex. I can definitely see you.  How fucking wet you are. I can see your juices dripping from you. You’ve made a mess of that chair, and I’m sure the floor below. I’m tempted to touch you. So very tempted.

But I vowed, no. And I did tell you. Right here, right now, as if my fingers were buried in you. As if my mouth was sucking your sweet clit, as thought my cock was pounding you… You will cum for me, good girl. RIGHT NOW.”

My thanks to Nova Flux who provided this image, as inspiration for this story.

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"Just like college," he said.
"Are you sure?" I asked. I was a little hesitant. It was his wife, after all.
He turned and nodded. I could tell there was no hesitation on his part. Eric might have been more into this idea than I was. And I was pretty interested in fucking his wife.
"I don’t think Leah likes me very much," I stated.
Eric turned to me and shrugged as he inserted the key and turned. We were there. Point of no return. We entered quietly. Almost all of the lights were out. The condo was silent. The bedroom door was open slightly and there was a flicker of light. Probably a television set. One more quick glance from me to him, and one more reassuring nod. We both fumbled in the dark a little as we undressed. I dropped my clothes on a nearby couch. We both stood naked. Neither of us were in the shape we were during college. But neither of us were out of shape, considering we were ten years removed from those dorm days.
This was a routine we had down. There must have been fifty or more girls we’d shared in college. Hook ups, pick ups, girlfriends, and even my future wife, who quickly turned to my ex-wife shortly after graduation. In all our time together, there was not a single girl who we hadn’t shared. But that was ten years ago. Amazing how you still remember the ‘game plan’. It was like your favorite line from your favorite book. Etched in your memory.
Since this was Eric’s girl, I went in first, as the game plan dictates. Leah was a stunning woman. Lithe body, perfect blond hair, gorgeous eyes that sparkled in the night as much as they did in the sunlight. She was vibrant, and graceful. Quite the contrast to her clumsy, lumbering husband.
After entering the bedroom, I shut off the television. The cover of darkness was my ally. I climbed into bed behind her. She was wearing a white t-shirt and only had a sheet covering her in the heat. She was expecting someone to climb into bed, so she hardly stirred. She moved her legs a little and made a cute little noise. I pulled the sheet down to reveal a perfect naked butt. This made me smile. Easy access, less work.
I reached my arm around Leah and slipped it under her shirt to touch the piercing on her stomach. I ran my hand up and cupped her breast. I gave her nipple a little pinch to nudge her a little. My mouth nuzzled into her neck and I gave her a very light kiss.
I pulled up at her shirt as my mouth started it’s downward movement. I kissed her back a few times before I got to her ass. My hand reached back towards her stomach to gently roll her onto her back. I didn’t want her to be awake, but I also didn’t want her to be sound asleep. I wanted her somewhere in the middle. That state where you know what’s happening around you, but you’re on the verge of passing it off as a dream, before the intensity causes you to know it’s a reality.
She rolled easily. I turned and moved to approach from the bottom of the bed, where I could slide my way between her legs. I pushed at her thigh a little and crawled into place. I took my finger into my mouth and moistened it, then ran it slowly up and down her pussy lips. I extended my tongue to taste her, and kissed her lips. She was sweet, like honey, and before long I had wiggled my tongue between her lips and was gently moving up and down her slit.
Then she moaned and exhaled. She whimpered again and whispered, “welcome home, baby.”
I felt her hand caress my face and nudge me away from her clit as she used her middle finger to play with it herself. I teased her finger with the tip of my tongue and slid my own finger inside her. Every movement, slow, deliberate. Not causing her to stir, but still enough to try to make her cum. Her eyes opened and she looked right at me. In her sleepy haze and with the darkness of the room, she didn’t realize that it wasn’t Eric, yet.
"Fuck baby…I’m going to cum," she whispered again. I didn’t say a word back. Still trying to prolong the surprise, I added a second finger inside her. My actions were met with an approving groan and a slight gasp. Her eyes rolled back shut.
I circled my tongue around her clit and flicked a little harder. My thumb slid up and down her lips. I wrapped my left arm under her ass and rested it on her hip, pulling her towards me.
"That’s new," she breathed, "did you and Paul compare notes or something?"
She moaned again. “Actually,” Eric said, as he flipped on the lights, “Paul said he’d show me.”
Leah’s eyes opened and her mouth hung open. She was dazed, bewildered. Her head spun from my face, still buried between her legs, to Eric’s. He had an evil grin on his face.
"What the fuck!" Leah yelled, "Paul…what the fuck!?"
Leah tried to pull away from me, her hips pulled back as she moved her hands to cover up. I tightened my arm and held her in place. I pressed my mouth back to her clit and started to suck again. I could feel her entire body tense up, but that wasn’t enough to stop me.
"Calm down, Leah," Eric said as he started to walk towards the bed, "we’ve talked about this."
I withdrew my fingers from Leah’s pussy and wrapped my right arm under her ass and grabbed her hip, like the first. Holding her in place, my mouth clamped, licking and sucking her clit. As upset as she seemed, the quiver in her legs made it pretty clear she was enjoying it. And she was about to cum again.
"I…what?" She stammered, before Eric grabbed the back of her head and pushed his cock into her mouth. It took her all of two second to relent and suck his cock. Her head held still while he thrust his hips fucking her mouth.
I returned my focus to making her cum, which wasn’t a difficult thing to do apparently. Once she started, she never seemed to stop.
"Switch," I heard Eric announce. The memories that word brought flooding back. I propped myself up and smiled. I crawled up Leah’s body and kissed her. She was unsure at first, her eyes watching Eric’s reaction. That evil grin of his had returned. With his approval she returned my kiss, tasting herself on my lips.
Eric’s hand slapping my ass stung momentarily, “out of the way man,” he nudged me off of his wife. I rolled my hips out of his way as Leah and I kept kissing. Eric grabbed Leah’s ankles and pushed her legs up, bending them back so that he could fuck her.
Leah broke from our kiss, “you realize I just had his cock in my mouth? How’s it taste?”
I smiled as I turned to watch Eric line his cock up with Leah’s pussy. I reached and grabbed him, guiding his cock inside her, “it tastes about the same as I remember it. We were roommates for three years, you think I’ve never tasted his cock before?”
I don’t think I could have said anything more stunning to her. She didn’t even have a response. I bent forward and kissed her again, before sitting up and offering her my cock. By now Eric was pushing his cock inside her wildly. The shock wore off quickly as Leah’s face started to show that she was cumming again.
"You want some of this?" Eric asked.
"Fuck yeah," I responded, "switch."
"Doggie?"
Again the memories flooded back. When Eric would get under and sixty-nine the girl while I fucked her. I nodded to Eric and we both grinned.
"Wait…what?" Leah asked.
Neither of us paid any attention to her. Eric lay down and I helped Leah up and positioned on top of him towards the edge of the bed. Eric’s face positioned directly beneath Leah’s pussy. I stood and moved behind her, sliding my cock right in. It was such a turn on hearing her moan as my cock slid in. I could hear Eric’s voice below her say, “what a fucking view.”
I pushed my cock in and out slowly. Watching Leah’s head bob up and down on Eric’s cock. “Dude, your wife’s cunt is nice. So hot and wet and tight. I can see why you married her.”
"I’m right here," Leah said.
I replied, “Sorry, I thought your mouth was full.”
I thrust my cock in Leah’s pussy a few more times before asking, “switch again, or should I finish in her pussy?”
"Uhhh.." Leah said, as Eric said, "nah man, pull out."
I knew exactly what that meant. Even if it had been years since we had a threesome like this. A whole new wave of arousal hit me. I started pumping my cock faster in Leah. Fucking her harder. My balls slapping against her pussy, I could feel Eric’s face right below me. I could feel his nose and occasionally his tongue licking her slit reach up and tickle my balls.
I pushed my cock in one last time before I knew I was going to erupt. My ass tensed up as I pulled my cock out and started to cum. The first stream pulsed and shoot all over Leah’s ass. Eric’s hand reached up and grabbed my cock and pulled me down to his mouth. He sucked me as I filled his mouth with my cum. I twitched as my balls emptied. His tongue flicked back and forth on the top of my cock head.
"Fuck," was all I could manage to say as I caught my breath. I lay down on the bed as I watched Eric’s mouth hungrily licking up the cum that was dribbling down Leah’s ass cheeks and on her cunt.
"Are you…wait, what’s going on?" Leah asked. Again confused by the situation.
Eric started to wiggle out from under her. He rolled her over onto her back and kissed her, sharing my cum from his mouth with her. I watched as he mounted her, missionary and started to fuck her while they continued to kiss.
It didn’t take Eric long. Once he was inside her again he started thrashing his hips and ass frantically, “I’m cumming. Fuck.. fuck.”
His ass clenched as he came inside Leah. They were both grunting and moaning.  We were all out of breath, sweating. Eric rolled off his wife and looked towards me.
"Good times," he said, causing me to chuckle. He turned to Leah, asking, "you okay?"
"I uh.. I don’t really know what just happened," Leah replied.
"I should probably get going," I said, standing.
"No, you should stay. I don’t know what happened," Leah said, "but I might want it to happen again tomorrow morning…"

dirtystorytime:

"Just like college," he said.

"Are you sure?" I asked. I was a little hesitant. It was his wife, after all.

He turned and nodded. I could tell there was no hesitation on his part. Eric might have been more into this idea than I was. And I was pretty interested in fucking his wife.

"I don’t think Leah likes me very much," I stated.

Eric turned to me and shrugged as he inserted the key and turned. We were there. Point of no return. We entered quietly. Almost all of the lights were out. The condo was silent. The bedroom door was open slightly and there was a flicker of light. Probably a television set. One more quick glance from me to him, and one more reassuring nod. We both fumbled in the dark a little as we undressed. I dropped my clothes on a nearby couch. We both stood naked. Neither of us were in the shape we were during college. But neither of us were out of shape, considering we were ten years removed from those dorm days.

This was a routine we had down. There must have been fifty or more girls we’d shared in college. Hook ups, pick ups, girlfriends, and even my future wife, who quickly turned to my ex-wife shortly after graduation. In all our time together, there was not a single girl who we hadn’t shared. But that was ten years ago. Amazing how you still remember the ‘game plan’. It was like your favorite line from your favorite book. Etched in your memory.

Since this was Eric’s girl, I went in first, as the game plan dictates. Leah was a stunning woman. Lithe body, perfect blond hair, gorgeous eyes that sparkled in the night as much as they did in the sunlight. She was vibrant, and graceful. Quite the contrast to her clumsy, lumbering husband.

After entering the bedroom, I shut off the television. The cover of darkness was my ally. I climbed into bed behind her. She was wearing a white t-shirt and only had a sheet covering her in the heat. She was expecting someone to climb into bed, so she hardly stirred. She moved her legs a little and made a cute little noise. I pulled the sheet down to reveal a perfect naked butt. This made me smile. Easy access, less work.

I reached my arm around Leah and slipped it under her shirt to touch the piercing on her stomach. I ran my hand up and cupped her breast. I gave her nipple a little pinch to nudge her a little. My mouth nuzzled into her neck and I gave her a very light kiss.

I pulled up at her shirt as my mouth started it’s downward movement. I kissed her back a few times before I got to her ass. My hand reached back towards her stomach to gently roll her onto her back. I didn’t want her to be awake, but I also didn’t want her to be sound asleep. I wanted her somewhere in the middle. That state where you know what’s happening around you, but you’re on the verge of passing it off as a dream, before the intensity causes you to know it’s a reality.

She rolled easily. I turned and moved to approach from the bottom of the bed, where I could slide my way between her legs. I pushed at her thigh a little and crawled into place. I took my finger into my mouth and moistened it, then ran it slowly up and down her pussy lips. I extended my tongue to taste her, and kissed her lips. She was sweet, like honey, and before long I had wiggled my tongue between her lips and was gently moving up and down her slit.

Then she moaned and exhaled. She whimpered again and whispered, “welcome home, baby.”

I felt her hand caress my face and nudge me away from her clit as she used her middle finger to play with it herself. I teased her finger with the tip of my tongue and slid my own finger inside her. Every movement, slow, deliberate. Not causing her to stir, but still enough to try to make her cum. Her eyes opened and she looked right at me. In her sleepy haze and with the darkness of the room, she didn’t realize that it wasn’t Eric, yet.

"Fuck baby…I’m going to cum," she whispered again. I didn’t say a word back. Still trying to prolong the surprise, I added a second finger inside her. My actions were met with an approving groan and a slight gasp. Her eyes rolled back shut.

I circled my tongue around her clit and flicked a little harder. My thumb slid up and down her lips. I wrapped my left arm under her ass and rested it on her hip, pulling her towards me.

"That’s new," she breathed, "did you and Paul compare notes or something?"

She moaned again. “Actually,” Eric said, as he flipped on the lights, “Paul said he’d show me.”

Leah’s eyes opened and her mouth hung open. She was dazed, bewildered. Her head spun from my face, still buried between her legs, to Eric’s. He had an evil grin on his face.

"What the fuck!" Leah yelled, "Paul…what the fuck!?"

Leah tried to pull away from me, her hips pulled back as she moved her hands to cover up. I tightened my arm and held her in place. I pressed my mouth back to her clit and started to suck again. I could feel her entire body tense up, but that wasn’t enough to stop me.

"Calm down, Leah," Eric said as he started to walk towards the bed, "we’ve talked about this."

I withdrew my fingers from Leah’s pussy and wrapped my right arm under her ass and grabbed her hip, like the first. Holding her in place, my mouth clamped, licking and sucking her clit. As upset as she seemed, the quiver in her legs made it pretty clear she was enjoying it. And she was about to cum again.

"I…what?" She stammered, before Eric grabbed the back of her head and pushed his cock into her mouth. It took her all of two second to relent and suck his cock. Her head held still while he thrust his hips fucking her mouth.

I returned my focus to making her cum, which wasn’t a difficult thing to do apparently. Once she started, she never seemed to stop.

"Switch," I heard Eric announce. The memories that word brought flooding back. I propped myself up and smiled. I crawled up Leah’s body and kissed her. She was unsure at first, her eyes watching Eric’s reaction. That evil grin of his had returned. With his approval she returned my kiss, tasting herself on my lips.

Eric’s hand slapping my ass stung momentarily, “out of the way man,” he nudged me off of his wife. I rolled my hips out of his way as Leah and I kept kissing. Eric grabbed Leah’s ankles and pushed her legs up, bending them back so that he could fuck her.

Leah broke from our kiss, “you realize I just had his cock in my mouth? How’s it taste?”

I smiled as I turned to watch Eric line his cock up with Leah’s pussy. I reached and grabbed him, guiding his cock inside her, “it tastes about the same as I remember it. We were roommates for three years, you think I’ve never tasted his cock before?”

I don’t think I could have said anything more stunning to her. She didn’t even have a response. I bent forward and kissed her again, before sitting up and offering her my cock. By now Eric was pushing his cock inside her wildly. The shock wore off quickly as Leah’s face started to show that she was cumming again.

"You want some of this?" Eric asked.

"Fuck yeah," I responded, "switch."

"Doggie?"

Again the memories flooded back. When Eric would get under and sixty-nine the girl while I fucked her. I nodded to Eric and we both grinned.

"Wait…what?" Leah asked.

Neither of us paid any attention to her. Eric lay down and I helped Leah up and positioned on top of him towards the edge of the bed. Eric’s face positioned directly beneath Leah’s pussy. I stood and moved behind her, sliding my cock right in. It was such a turn on hearing her moan as my cock slid in. I could hear Eric’s voice below her say, “what a fucking view.”

I pushed my cock in and out slowly. Watching Leah’s head bob up and down on Eric’s cock. “Dude, your wife’s cunt is nice. So hot and wet and tight. I can see why you married her.”

"I’m right here," Leah said.

I replied, “Sorry, I thought your mouth was full.”

I thrust my cock in Leah’s pussy a few more times before asking, “switch again, or should I finish in her pussy?”

"Uhhh.." Leah said, as Eric said, "nah man, pull out."

I knew exactly what that meant. Even if it had been years since we had a threesome like this. A whole new wave of arousal hit me. I started pumping my cock faster in Leah. Fucking her harder. My balls slapping against her pussy, I could feel Eric’s face right below me. I could feel his nose and occasionally his tongue licking her slit reach up and tickle my balls.

I pushed my cock in one last time before I knew I was going to erupt. My ass tensed up as I pulled my cock out and started to cum. The first stream pulsed and shoot all over Leah’s ass. Eric’s hand reached up and grabbed my cock and pulled me down to his mouth. He sucked me as I filled his mouth with my cum. I twitched as my balls emptied. His tongue flicked back and forth on the top of my cock head.

"Fuck," was all I could manage to say as I caught my breath. I lay down on the bed as I watched Eric’s mouth hungrily licking up the cum that was dribbling down Leah’s ass cheeks and on her cunt.

"Are you…wait, what’s going on?" Leah asked. Again confused by the situation.

Eric started to wiggle out from under her. He rolled her over onto her back and kissed her, sharing my cum from his mouth with her. I watched as he mounted her, missionary and started to fuck her while they continued to kiss.

It didn’t take Eric long. Once he was inside her again he started thrashing his hips and ass frantically, “I’m cumming. Fuck.. fuck.”

His ass clenched as he came inside Leah. They were both grunting and moaning.  We were all out of breath, sweating. Eric rolled off his wife and looked towards me.

"Good times," he said, causing me to chuckle. He turned to Leah, asking, "you okay?"

"I uh.. I don’t really know what just happened," Leah replied.

"I should probably get going," I said, standing.

"No, you should stay. I don’t know what happened," Leah said, "but I might want it to happen again tomorrow morning…"