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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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.”

(Source: justherguy, via dirtystorytime)

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dirtystorytime:

Your pulse raced when he called earlier and said to you, “I’ve bought you a dress.”
"Take everything you’re wearing off, except your garter and stockings. I’ll be there in 5 minutes. I want you to look perfect tonight."
Knowing he would do this, as he always has in the past, you were already sitting, patiently waiting in your garter and stockings only. Rule number 1 after all is “There are only three acceptable undergarments: Stockings, Garters and Corsets.” As such, you owned nothing else.
Did he want sex before you left for the party? Should you be sexy for his arrival? Or was tonight a no-nonsense event. You know there would be clients from his firm there. Maybe you were to wait submissively, prepared to go when he arrived. It was the tense moments when you were unsure that you feared the most. What was his mood going to be tonight?
He arrived exactly when he said he would. Through the front door with shopping bags and a box in his hands. The names unmistakable, Prada, Dior, Elie Saab. Now for the fun, he always dresses you. He placed the bags on the table and one by one started to unveil the contents. First, the box. A beautiful black dress. Fully sleeved arms and long, flowing to the floor, but form fitting, to show off your curves. It was quite classy. “Arms up” he instructed, to which you complied.
He lifted the dress over you and slowly let it drop. As it fell draping over your shoulders and down your body he fitted your arms through the sleeves. His hands ran over your body, smoothing the fabric: your hips, your ass, your stomach, your back and breasts. His touch electrified you.  His hands gathered on your back at the top of the crevice of your ass. One hand ran up your skin as the other tugged upwards on the zipper. When you were zipped up he again ran his hands over you. This time starting on your shoulders, lingering on your breasts, down your torso again to your stomach, waist and around you. His breath on your neck, he held you close. The moment seemed an eternity.
The next was a box, taken from a bag, and from the box, shoes. He knelt in front of you, looking up into your eyes. Rule number 2 “Never, ever break eye contact”. You stared back at him. For some reason he always bought shoes a half size too small for your feet. Although, the shoes were exceptional. Black, high heels, Italian leather, no doubt. He gripped your calf and you slid your foot into the shoe. Just as you wished he’d slide into you. Was the shoe size a metaphor for his cock? It was always just slightly bigger and forced into you. As your feet were forced into the shoes. You were definitely not Cinderella. The pinch of your toes, adjusting to the tightness. As he forced the second shoe on, his gaze returned to your eyes. Unwavering you are. 
His hands move upwards, from your outer calves to your inner thighs. Your dress travels with his hands, caught on his wrists. His motion is fluid. No hesitation, until midway up your thigh he stops. He parts your legs. He knows what he wants and soon, you feel his fingers penetrate you. No sooner than they entered then he removes them, and tastes you. He swallows your juices deeply and his fingers return to explore where they had just left. His thumb finds your clitoris, engorged and waiting for his touch. “We may be late..” you weakly offer. You realize that you will pay for interrupting later, but you thought it was important to remind him.
"We will be late.” He corrected you. He was commanding. His voice brings you to the precipice of orgasm. It was worth whatever punishment you will receive. Now, this is where rule number 2 is hard. You want to throw your head back, you want to cry out, you want to close your eyes and power yourself through the oncoming waves of orgasm. You continue to stare into his eyes. Your mouth gaped open, wishing he would fill it with his cock. You know he won’t give in. He is unrelenting, his fingers explore. Nobody in the world knows you like he does. As you cum he moves his face closer to yours. Still maintaining eye contact. He pulls you closer, your orgasms crashing into one another. Your legs twitch, and you can no longer remain. Your eyes close and he kisses you. His other hand wraps around your neck as he pulls you in. Your body convulses, and he slows his rhythm. He lets you descend and not crash. As if he’s lowering you in his arms.
As you regain your breath he returns for the next bag. In it a purse. Small, black. Leather to complete the ensemble. In the purse he removes a black silk handkerchief. He comes back and kneels before you again. Using the handkerchief he cleans you up. When you are adequately composed he folds the handkerchief and puts it in his jacket pocket, “For later”. 
The drive to the event is uneventful. Your sorrow grows as you enter the ballroom. For you will soon be parted. 
Hours of mingling has taken it’s toll, dinner is polite, if not boring. You catch glimpses of him working the room. The youngest partner in the history of the firm. If only they knew of his real prowess.
And then you felt his hand, unmistakable on your shoulder as he approached from behind. “I’ve come to collect on my payment” he said. You quiver again, reminiscing..
"Your payment, Jeffrey?"
"Yes sir. I was promised a dance, in exchange for driving your beautiful wife this evening. I’ve come to collect."
Your hand reaches up to meet his.

dirtystorytime:

Your pulse raced when he called earlier and said to you, “I’ve bought you a dress.”

"Take everything you’re wearing off, except your garter and stockings. I’ll be there in 5 minutes. I want you to look perfect tonight."

Knowing he would do this, as he always has in the past, you were already sitting, patiently waiting in your garter and stockings only. Rule number 1 after all is “There are only three acceptable undergarments: Stockings, Garters and Corsets.” As such, you owned nothing else.

Did he want sex before you left for the party? Should you be sexy for his arrival? Or was tonight a no-nonsense event. You know there would be clients from his firm there. Maybe you were to wait submissively, prepared to go when he arrived. It was the tense moments when you were unsure that you feared the most. What was his mood going to be tonight?

He arrived exactly when he said he would. Through the front door with shopping bags and a box in his hands. The names unmistakable, Prada, Dior, Elie Saab. Now for the fun, he always dresses you. He placed the bags on the table and one by one started to unveil the contents. First, the box. A beautiful black dress. Fully sleeved arms and long, flowing to the floor, but form fitting, to show off your curves. It was quite classy. “Arms up” he instructed, to which you complied.

He lifted the dress over you and slowly let it drop. As it fell draping over your shoulders and down your body he fitted your arms through the sleeves. His hands ran over your body, smoothing the fabric: your hips, your ass, your stomach, your back and breasts. His touch electrified you.  His hands gathered on your back at the top of the crevice of your ass. One hand ran up your skin as the other tugged upwards on the zipper. When you were zipped up he again ran his hands over you. This time starting on your shoulders, lingering on your breasts, down your torso again to your stomach, waist and around you. His breath on your neck, he held you close. The moment seemed an eternity.

The next was a box, taken from a bag, and from the box, shoes. He knelt in front of you, looking up into your eyes. Rule number 2 “Never, ever break eye contact”. You stared back at him. For some reason he always bought shoes a half size too small for your feet. Although, the shoes were exceptional. Black, high heels, Italian leather, no doubt. He gripped your calf and you slid your foot into the shoe. Just as you wished he’d slide into you. Was the shoe size a metaphor for his cock? It was always just slightly bigger and forced into you. As your feet were forced into the shoes. You were definitely not Cinderella. The pinch of your toes, adjusting to the tightness. As he forced the second shoe on, his gaze returned to your eyes. Unwavering you are. 

His hands move upwards, from your outer calves to your inner thighs. Your dress travels with his hands, caught on his wrists. His motion is fluid. No hesitation, until midway up your thigh he stops. He parts your legs. He knows what he wants and soon, you feel his fingers penetrate you. No sooner than they entered then he removes them, and tastes you. He swallows your juices deeply and his fingers return to explore where they had just left. His thumb finds your clitoris, engorged and waiting for his touch. “We may be late..” you weakly offer. You realize that you will pay for interrupting later, but you thought it was important to remind him.

"We will be late.” He corrected you. He was commanding. His voice brings you to the precipice of orgasm. It was worth whatever punishment you will receive. Now, this is where rule number 2 is hard. You want to throw your head back, you want to cry out, you want to close your eyes and power yourself through the oncoming waves of orgasm. You continue to stare into his eyes. Your mouth gaped open, wishing he would fill it with his cock. You know he won’t give in. He is unrelenting, his fingers explore. Nobody in the world knows you like he does. As you cum he moves his face closer to yours. Still maintaining eye contact. He pulls you closer, your orgasms crashing into one another. Your legs twitch, and you can no longer remain. Your eyes close and he kisses you. His other hand wraps around your neck as he pulls you in. Your body convulses, and he slows his rhythm. He lets you descend and not crash. As if he’s lowering you in his arms.

As you regain your breath he returns for the next bag. In it a purse. Small, black. Leather to complete the ensemble. In the purse he removes a black silk handkerchief. He comes back and kneels before you again. Using the handkerchief he cleans you up. When you are adequately composed he folds the handkerchief and puts it in his jacket pocket, “For later”. 

The drive to the event is uneventful. Your sorrow grows as you enter the ballroom. For you will soon be parted. 

Hours of mingling has taken it’s toll, dinner is polite, if not boring. You catch glimpses of him working the room. The youngest partner in the history of the firm. If only they knew of his real prowess.

And then you felt his hand, unmistakable on your shoulder as he approached from behind. “I’ve come to collect on my payment” he said. You quiver again, reminiscing..

"Your payment, Jeffrey?"

"Yes sir. I was promised a dance, in exchange for driving your beautiful wife this evening. I’ve come to collect."

Your hand reaches up to meet his.

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dirtystorytime:

"Be a good girl and listen to my voice. Do everything I say. You’ll enjoy yourself, I promise. I’m going to make you cum, with your own hand. Your hand, and my voice.
Start by running your fingers over your pussy. Press on the fabric and feel it moisten. Watch yourself in the mirror, like I am. Pay close attention to your skin. Do you see how it swells around the fabric, even with the lightest hint of a touch?
Move it aside, let us both see your pussy. Trace your finger along the smooth outer folds of your lips. Don’t go inside just yet, baby. Play outside a moment longer, I know how you ache to feel it inside you, but you must be patient. Now slowly move inward, but not all the way, just between your inner and outer lips. How slick are you from your own juices? That sweet, sticky goodness. Run your finger up and down, circle those inner lips, but do not slide between.. Not yet.
Taste yourself. You are delicious. Go ahead, clean up that finger of yours that is so moist. And when you do, when you savour yourself, I will let you enter your hole. Use your middle finger, slowly, gently. To the first knuckle only. Just a tease, in and out. We’re not in a hurry, baby. Let’s take this nice and slow. Keep watching. How erotic this is, right now. Now, deeper. Deeper, that’s right.. slide it all the way in. Let yourself enjoy this baby. 
Let that finger slip back out, and back in again. Close your eyes if you must, but know. I am watching over you. Stay with me, right here. You are safe with me. Don’t stop now, baby, in and out, in and out. Oh yeah, that’s good. You do that so well. Now, give me your finger, I want to have a taste. I want to enjoy your fragrance, your flavour.
MmmMmm. Baby, you taste amazing. Next, two fingers. Your index and middle. I want them both inside you. Start slowly, sensually. One knuckle in and out. Tease yourself as I would, if I were fingering you. Slowly, in and out. 
Now baby, a little deeper now. Open your eyes and watch, you need to see how gorgeous you look. I love watching your lips part as you enter. Do you see how sexy you are? You are. Sexy. Your whole body, right now. Would you mind if I reached down to caress your shoulder, maybe.. moved this strap out of the way? I hope me touching your breast is ok.
Would you like a present, baby? I brought a toy with me. Clean up your fingers again, and I’ll give you your present. I know you’re going to love it. See how shiny it is?
Start it slow, on low. No point getting all worked up right away. All the time in the world. No place to be. Just you, and me. Take just the tip, let it humm inside you. You can close your eyes if you want, just keep listening to my voice. I’ll take you there. Should we turn it up, just a little?
Oh yes, that seems to be working, now isn’t it? Are your legs shaking just a little? We don’t want to disturb anyone, maybe you should take my finger into your mouth, show me what you want to do to me.
Turn it up more baby. Push it in a little deeper. Look at me, in my eyes. How does that feel? My hand on your breast. Your mouth sucking my finger. In and out. Are you ready yet? Are you ready, baby?
Turn it up a little more, push it all the way in. I can feel you tremble. I know you want to hear me say it, don’t you? You can baby. You’re allowed. You’re my good girl, so please. Cum for me, my good girl. Cum. Right now.”

dirtystorytime:

"Be a good girl and listen to my voice. Do everything I say. You’ll enjoy yourself, I promise. I’m going to make you cum, with your own hand. Your hand, and my voice.

Start by running your fingers over your pussy. Press on the fabric and feel it moisten. Watch yourself in the mirror, like I am. Pay close attention to your skin. Do you see how it swells around the fabric, even with the lightest hint of a touch?

Move it aside, let us both see your pussy. Trace your finger along the smooth outer folds of your lips. Don’t go inside just yet, baby. Play outside a moment longer, I know how you ache to feel it inside you, but you must be patient. Now slowly move inward, but not all the way, just between your inner and outer lips. How slick are you from your own juices? That sweet, sticky goodness. Run your finger up and down, circle those inner lips, but do not slide between.. Not yet.

Taste yourself. You are delicious. Go ahead, clean up that finger of yours that is so moist. And when you do, when you savour yourself, I will let you enter your hole. Use your middle finger, slowly, gently. To the first knuckle only. Just a tease, in and out. We’re not in a hurry, baby. Let’s take this nice and slow. Keep watching. How erotic this is, right now. Now, deeper. Deeper, that’s right.. slide it all the way in. Let yourself enjoy this baby. 

Let that finger slip back out, and back in again. Close your eyes if you must, but know. I am watching over you. Stay with me, right here. You are safe with me. Don’t stop now, baby, in and out, in and out. Oh yeah, that’s good. You do that so well. Now, give me your finger, I want to have a taste. I want to enjoy your fragrance, your flavour.

MmmMmm. Baby, you taste amazing. Next, two fingers. Your index and middle. I want them both inside you. Start slowly, sensually. One knuckle in and out. Tease yourself as I would, if I were fingering you. Slowly, in and out. 

Now baby, a little deeper now. Open your eyes and watch, you need to see how gorgeous you look. I love watching your lips part as you enter. Do you see how sexy you are? You are. Sexy. Your whole body, right now. Would you mind if I reached down to caress your shoulder, maybe.. moved this strap out of the way? I hope me touching your breast is ok.

Would you like a present, baby? I brought a toy with me. Clean up your fingers again, and I’ll give you your present. I know you’re going to love it. See how shiny it is?

Start it slow, on low. No point getting all worked up right away. All the time in the world. No place to be. Just you, and me. Take just the tip, let it humm inside you. You can close your eyes if you want, just keep listening to my voice. I’ll take you there. Should we turn it up, just a little?

Oh yes, that seems to be working, now isn’t it? Are your legs shaking just a little? We don’t want to disturb anyone, maybe you should take my finger into your mouth, show me what you want to do to me.

Turn it up more baby. Push it in a little deeper. Look at me, in my eyes. How does that feel? My hand on your breast. Your mouth sucking my finger. In and out. Are you ready yet? Are you ready, baby?

Turn it up a little more, push it all the way in. I can feel you tremble. I know you want to hear me say it, don’t you? You can baby. You’re allowed. You’re my good girl, so please. Cum for me, my good girl. Cum. Right now.”

(Source: hot-ffm)

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dirtystorytime:

I recently read a post.. “If I owned you for 24 hours, tell you what I’d do”.  I don’t want to “own” you for 24 hours, but spending the time together would be nice.. 
8:54 am
If I could be with you for a day.. I wake up early and crawl between your legs. While you sleep, I tease and taste you. You’d awaken wet, and with a pussy tingling from my breath. My tongue would find your clit and flick it until it was hard. My fingers would penetrate you. Do you prefer my focus on your clit, or your g-spot? What will cause you to squirt on my face faster. Or do you prefer both?
I sure hope it’s both, because my tongue would grow jealous if you said you’d prefer my fingers. And I want to fucking taste you.
After you cum on my face, I kiss you. You better enjoy your own cum because I am not cleaning it off.
It’s my turn. I guide you to my cock, and let you suck it. My hand in your hair, pulling, tugging. Slowing you when you’re too fast, and pushing you down and pulling you up when you’re too slow. Just leave your mouth open and let me fuck. Don’t make me cum. I want to fuck you, hard and fast.
I want your face down, and I want to lie on top of you. Spread your legs slightly, and let me in between. My cock pounds you and hits your g-spot with every thrust. Will you squirt again? I think you just might. Right on my cock. I return the favor. Right in your pussy. My cum fills you. My fingers slide back in you and scoop it out. Do you want to lick it off my fingers? Yes.. you do. And you can clean our cum from my cock as it softens as well.
I let you drift back to sleep as I go and make us breakfast…
How’s your morning so far? After I bring you breakfast in bed we cuddle and fall asleep in each other’s arms. I’ve only owned you for an hour, should I tell you about our afternoon?
Next installment: 10:41 am

dirtystorytime:

I recently read a post.. “If I owned you for 24 hours, tell you what I’d do”.  I don’t want to “own” you for 24 hours, but spending the time together would be nice.. 

8:54 am

If I could be with you for a day.. I wake up early and crawl between your legs. While you sleep, I tease and taste you. You’d awaken wet, and with a pussy tingling from my breath. My tongue would find your clit and flick it until it was hard. My fingers would penetrate you. Do you prefer my focus on your clit, or your g-spot? What will cause you to squirt on my face faster. Or do you prefer both?

I sure hope it’s both, because my tongue would grow jealous if you said you’d prefer my fingers. And I want to fucking taste you.

After you cum on my face, I kiss you. You better enjoy your own cum because I am not cleaning it off.

It’s my turn. I guide you to my cock, and let you suck it. My hand in your hair, pulling, tugging. Slowing you when you’re too fast, and pushing you down and pulling you up when you’re too slow. Just leave your mouth open and let me fuck. Don’t make me cum. I want to fuck you, hard and fast.

I want your face down, and I want to lie on top of you. Spread your legs slightly, and let me in between. My cock pounds you and hits your g-spot with every thrust. Will you squirt again? I think you just might. Right on my cock. I return the favor. Right in your pussy. My cum fills you. My fingers slide back in you and scoop it out. Do you want to lick it off my fingers? Yes.. you do. And you can clean our cum from my cock as it softens as well.

I let you drift back to sleep as I go and make us breakfast…

How’s your morning so far? After I bring you breakfast in bed we cuddle and fall asleep in each other’s arms. I’ve only owned you for an hour, should I tell you about our afternoon?

Next installment: 10:41 am

(Source: smokinghotbrunettes)

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dirtystorytime:

The thought of how I would punish such a wilfully disobedient little girl.. arouses me. Yes.
The thought of you encouraging punishment. Knowing you crave it, knowing you enjoy it is a definite turn on. I would love to handle you. Your body. I would want to mark you. Handle you roughly. I would want to grab your shoulders, your arms, your wrists. I want to lift you over my shoulder and spank your bare ass.
I want you to resist. I want you to kick, and punch and scream as you are carried. I want to sink my teeth into your ass as I carry you. I will spank you. You will do as I command. Or you will be punished. Have you ever been waxed? Such wilful acts deserve such a punishment. Only, I will not encourage you. Your hands will be bound. Your body tied. Your mouth gagged and your eyes blindfolded. 
Deprivation is the only way to truly enjoy sensory pleasures. You will feel my sting. I will slap you. Your nipples, your ass, your cunt. You will squirm to escape such corporal punishment. Following the slapping, I will bite. Sensuously at first. Then harder, my teeth will grind. Your nipples, your thighs, your neck, your stomach. You will shiver and quiver. I know you enjoy my teeth. Pain then pleasure. You will burn. Wax dripping down your body. My focus will return to your nipples. I will enjoy watching you twitch. 
As the wax beads and runs down your skin. Cooling and hardening as it drips. Each new body part that I move to will feel the immediate sting of the first drop. And as each body part grows familiar with the heat, I will move again. Never letting you grow comfortable. I will trace down your stomach. I will lift and separate your legs to finger you as my wax drips. Sensory overload. A mixture of my spankings, my teeth on your nipples, and wax dripping and running over your pubic area. Your body won’t know what punishment it will be forced to endure next.
After heat, though, it only makes sense to move on to ice. Ice to cool your warmth. I touch it to your forehead and watch as you recoil slightly from the cold. I trace it along your forehead, watching it melt on your warm skin. I move my face to lick at the water as it melts. My tongue following the movements of the ice in my hand. Down the side of your face, your cheek, your neck. My teeth again rend against your flesh. Biting your neck again. Instinctively my hand finds your pussy. Wet and twitching as you are. Your clit engorged, your lips swollen. I slide my finger deep between your lips and inside you. Slowly teasing you.. in and out..
My mouth now takes the ice inside. Held between my teeth. My fingers find the wax on your nipple. Twisting, pinching it.. breaking the hardened wax off of you. My warm breath melts the ice faster. A small puddle starts to build in the hollow of your neck. Again my tongue licks and tastes it. I push downwards, encircling your nipple, freed from it’s wax prison. My hand moves to your next nipple to exert new pain, and pleasure. Your nipple hardens under the ice. My tongue flicks out to tease and suck your nipple as the cube melts away. I find another piece of ice, and into my mouth again. I move to your next nipple and enjoy the shiver of your body as I trace your flesh with the ice. My hand enjoying both hardened nipples, teasing and twisting. I continue to finger you, slow and deliberate. Careful to not let you get too excited and cum. Not yet.
I move down your body, following the line of wax. Leaving a trail of wetness as I love ever lower. I circle around your belly button, leaving a pool behind, and movelower.  When I reach the top of your pubic mound I slow again, allowing the ice to melt over and around the drops of wax. I lift my mouth from your skin and place the ice at the very top of the slit of your pussy. This causes a jolt in your body. You tense just slightly. I leave the ice there, and start to make my way down, with my tongue.. following the flow of melting water, past your clit, where I pause and flick my tongue back and forth momentarily. I can feel your legs quivering at my movements, but I continue lower. 
Licking up to catch the moisture as it drips. My finger vacates your pussy. Replaced by my tongue. Another piece of ice, and another. One for each hand. My hands again run all over your nipples, freezing them into erect points. Pinching them and twisting at my will. My tongue delves between your lips and drinks the mixture made with your juices and the water as it drips down your clit, through your lips, and into my mouth.. Only when my thirst is satisfied, only then, will I allow you freedom. My tongue will lick and press against your clit, your orgasm will come quickly, senses abound. 

And as you quiver and shake against my face, I will enjoy every last second. The mixture, pleasure, pain, punishment, release. The completion of each.

dirtystorytime:

The thought of how I would punish such a wilfully disobedient little girl.. arouses me. Yes.

The thought of you encouraging punishment. Knowing you crave it, knowing you enjoy it is a definite turn on. I would love to handle you. Your body. I would want to mark you. Handle you roughly. I would want to grab your shoulders, your arms, your wrists. I want to lift you over my shoulder and spank your bare ass.

I want you to resist. I want you to kick, and punch and scream as you are carried. I want to sink my teeth into your ass as I carry you. I will spank you. You will do as I command. Or you will be punished. Have you ever been waxed? Such wilful acts deserve such a punishment. Only, I will not encourage you. Your hands will be bound. Your body tied. Your mouth gagged and your eyes blindfolded. 

Deprivation is the only way to truly enjoy sensory pleasures. You will feel my sting. I will slap you. Your nipples, your ass, your cunt. You will squirm to escape such corporal punishment. Following the slapping, I will bite. Sensuously at first. Then harder, my teeth will grind. Your nipples, your thighs, your neck, your stomach. You will shiver and quiver. I know you enjoy my teeth. Pain then pleasure. You will burn. Wax dripping down your body. My focus will return to your nipples. I will enjoy watching you twitch. 

As the wax beads and runs down your skin. Cooling and hardening as it drips. Each new body part that I move to will feel the immediate sting of the first drop. And as each body part grows familiar with the heat, I will move again. Never letting you grow comfortable. I will trace down your stomach. I will lift and separate your legs to finger you as my wax drips. Sensory overload. A mixture of my spankings, my teeth on your nipples, and wax dripping and running over your pubic area. Your body won’t know what punishment it will be forced to endure next.

After heat, though, it only makes sense to move on to ice. Ice to cool your warmth. I touch it to your forehead and watch as you recoil slightly from the cold. I trace it along your forehead, watching it melt on your warm skin. I move my face to lick at the water as it melts. My tongue following the movements of the ice in my hand. Down the side of your face, your cheek, your neck. My teeth again rend against your flesh. Biting your neck again. Instinctively my hand finds your pussy. Wet and twitching as you are. Your clit engorged, your lips swollen. I slide my finger deep between your lips and inside you. Slowly teasing you.. in and out..
My mouth now takes the ice inside. Held between my teeth. My fingers find the wax on your nipple. Twisting, pinching it.. breaking the hardened wax off of you. My warm breath melts the ice faster. A small puddle starts to build in the hollow of your neck. Again my tongue licks and tastes it. I push downwards, encircling your nipple, freed from it’s wax prison. My hand moves to your next nipple to exert new pain, and pleasure. Your nipple hardens under the ice. My tongue flicks out to tease and suck your nipple as the cube melts away. I find another piece of ice, and into my mouth again. I move to your next nipple and enjoy the shiver of your body as I trace your flesh with the ice. My hand enjoying both hardened nipples, teasing and twisting. I continue to finger you, slow and deliberate. Careful to not let you get too excited and cum. Not yet.

I move down your body, following the line of wax. Leaving a trail of wetness as I love ever lower. I circle around your belly button, leaving a pool behind, and movelower.  When I reach the top of your pubic mound I slow again, allowing the ice to melt over and around the drops of wax. I lift my mouth from your skin and place the ice at the very top of the slit of your pussy. This causes a jolt in your body. You tense just slightly. I leave the ice there, and start to make my way down, with my tongue.. following the flow of melting water, past your clit, where I pause and flick my tongue back and forth momentarily. I can feel your legs quivering at my movements, but I continue lower. 

Licking up to catch the moisture as it drips. My finger vacates your pussy. Replaced by my tongue. Another piece of ice, and another. One for each hand. My hands again run all over your nipples, freezing them into erect points. Pinching them and twisting at my will. My tongue delves between your lips and drinks the mixture made with your juices and the water as it drips down your clit, through your lips, and into my mouth.. Only when my thirst is satisfied, only then, will I allow you freedom. My tongue will lick and press against your clit, your orgasm will come quickly, senses abound. 

And as you quiver and shake against my face, I will enjoy every last second. The mixture, pleasure, pain, punishment, release. The completion of each.

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dirtystorytime:

I was recently asked: “Describe your perfect woman.”
My perfect woman is extraordinary. 
She is shy enough that she will blush when I whisper, “show them” in her ear, she is naughty enough that it will instantly make her legs tremble and pussy wet, and exhibitionist enough that she will spread her legs for all to see.
She is aware enough to realize when a man is flirting with her, cheeky enough that she will flirt back, but loyal enough to tell me afterwards, “I am yours, and only yours.”
She is independent enough to thrive in the world on her own, and submissive enough to crave the moments when I hold her, protect her, comfort her, and tell her she is my good girl.
She is strong enough to say no, to challenge me, to push me to be my best, and not settle for mediocrity; she will receive the same in return. She is compassionate, sympathetic and empathetic. She gives, and never expects. She is enthusiastic, her eyes still light up when I surprise her, even if it is only a tulip I picked from her garden as I walked up the drive. 
She is soft-spoken when required, she’ll yell and cheer with me at a sporting event, even if it’s just on television, and she’ll make me blush when talking dirty in bed.
She is classy enough to look elegant, twirling on the dance floor in a dress and high heels, dirty enough to wear nothing underneath, and slutty enough to smile when I cum on her face after returning home from a night on the town.
She is articulate, intelligent, opinionated, stubborn and feisty. She has a constant thirst for education and learning. She loves life and is never satisfied with her experiences, on an insatiable quest for more. 
She will travel with me: in a car, a train, an airplane, a bus or a boat. She is equally comfortable in a sleeping bag in a tent in a forest on a mountain by a river as she is in a four-poster bed in a suite of a European castle. 
In short, she is a princess, she is demure, playful, perverse, sinful, opulent, wanton, impish, obedient, raunchy, wicked, posh, mischievous, exasperating, glorious, and inquisitive. She is my reason for living; my muse, my motivation and my aspiration. 
That is my perfect woman. 
You may notice, in my description there is not a single word of a physical description. No height, weight, measurements or colors of skin, hair, or eyes. The perfect woman, to me at least, isn’t restricted by any of these characteristics. I am far more interested in who she is than what she looks like.
I have yet to meet my perfect woman, are you her?

dirtystorytime:

I was recently asked: “Describe your perfect woman.”

My perfect woman is extraordinary. 

She is shy enough that she will blush when I whisper, “show them” in her ear, she is naughty enough that it will instantly make her legs tremble and pussy wet, and exhibitionist enough that she will spread her legs for all to see.

She is aware enough to realize when a man is flirting with her, cheeky enough that she will flirt back, but loyal enough to tell me afterwards, “I am yours, and only yours.”

She is independent enough to thrive in the world on her own, and submissive enough to crave the moments when I hold her, protect her, comfort her, and tell her she is my good girl.

She is strong enough to say no, to challenge me, to push me to be my best, and not settle for mediocrity; she will receive the same in return. She is compassionate, sympathetic and empathetic. She gives, and never expects. She is enthusiastic, her eyes still light up when I surprise her, even if it is only a tulip I picked from her garden as I walked up the drive. 

She is soft-spoken when required, she’ll yell and cheer with me at a sporting event, even if it’s just on television, and she’ll make me blush when talking dirty in bed.

She is classy enough to look elegant, twirling on the dance floor in a dress and high heels, dirty enough to wear nothing underneath, and slutty enough to smile when I cum on her face after returning home from a night on the town.

She is articulate, intelligent, opinionated, stubborn and feisty. She has a constant thirst for education and learning. She loves life and is never satisfied with her experiences, on an insatiable quest for more. 

She will travel with me: in a car, a train, an airplane, a bus or a boat. She is equally comfortable in a sleeping bag in a tent in a forest on a mountain by a river as she is in a four-poster bed in a suite of a European castle. 

In short, she is a princess, she is demure, playful, perverse, sinful, opulent, wanton, impish, obedient, raunchy, wicked, posh, mischievous, exasperating, glorious, and inquisitive. She is my reason for living; my muse, my motivation and my aspiration. 

That is my perfect woman. 

You may notice, in my description there is not a single word of a physical description. No height, weight, measurements or colors of skin, hair, or eyes. The perfect woman, to me at least, isn’t restricted by any of these characteristics. I am far more interested in who she is than what she looks like.

I have yet to meet my perfect woman, are you her?

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dirtystorytime:

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.

dirtystorytime:

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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dirtystorytime:

I love how you watch me when I go down on you. I love how your eyes struggle to stay open, to recognize the distinct correlation between my tongue flicks and your waves of pleasure. I love your reactions when I press my tongue firmly on your clit and when I suck on you and when I slide my fingers deeper filling you.
I love staring right back at you, seeing how every subtle movement of my tongue causes you immense gratification. How every time I swirl my tongue around your lips causes your teeth to clench.  I love how your face contorts and twitches as you cum.
I love when you scream out in release. When your hands grab at my face, when you try to push me away or pull me in. Nothing pleases me more. Knowing that I can do this whenever I want. Whenever you want. Whenever we want.. 

dirtystorytime:

I love how you watch me when I go down on you. I love how your eyes struggle to stay open, to recognize the distinct correlation between my tongue flicks and your waves of pleasure. I love your reactions when I press my tongue firmly on your clit and when I suck on you and when I slide my fingers deeper filling you.

I love staring right back at you, seeing how every subtle movement of my tongue causes you immense gratification. How every time I swirl my tongue around your lips causes your teeth to clench.  I love how your face contorts and twitches as you cum.

I love when you scream out in release. When your hands grab at my face, when you try to push me away or pull me in. Nothing pleases me more. Knowing that I can do this whenever I want. Whenever you want. Whenever we want.. 

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dirtystorytime:

With my voice in a whisper, I let you squirm, “I’m going to tell you what we do to bad girls. We start by tying them to the bed. We blindfold them so they do not see what is coming.
When you have had time to think about what you have done, I will punish you. You shall not speak during your punishment.
Your punishment will start with a feather. I will run that feather over your entire body. From your toes, and feet. Up your calves and between your thighs. To your stomach and teasing your breasts. Down each arm and back up to your neck. Around your ears and face. 
When the feather is complete I will touch you, with my hands, all over. I will touch your face and arms, lightly. My fingers will trace your stomach and outer thighs. I will tease your calves and feet, paying extra attention to each toe. I will return to your breasts.
Each nipple will be caressed, until they are flush. Then they will be teased, and pinched, until they are hard. When they are hard they will be twisted and pulled, until they are tender. I will flick and slap them, until they ache. When they ache I will put clamps on them, to remind you they are mine. Mine to flick, slap, twist, pull, pinch, tease and caress whenever I want. And I want, often.
Following your nipples my hands will find your vagina. They will slide into your wetness and up and down your slit. Gently and slowly at first. Being careful not to let you cum, as aroused as you already will be. I will tease and touch your clit. Working up to a faster pace of fingering. When one finger is not enough, I will give you a second. When two are inadequate, I will give you a third. Three fingers and my thumb on your clit. When you start to tremble, and one hand is not enough, I will give you my second. Gentleness will be replaced by urgency. My fingers on your g-spot. Pulling you upwards, almost lifting you off the bed. My other hand pressing firmly on your pelvis and clit, pushing downwards. When you start to thrash and beg me to stop, I will pin down your legs with mine. Orgasm after orgasm of pleasure rippling through you. Each more intense and furious than the last. When I’m done, I will let you recover. 
I will explore your ass. Your sweet virgin ass will be mine. Your eyes often beg me to take it. You hate me for prolonging the desire. I start at your asshole, my finger tracing it’s outline. Using your juices I enter you, slowly pressing my finger in. When I am fully in, I slide out. Slowly. Working up to a second finger. Working up to a faster speed. While I explore your hole, I caress your cheeks. I part them for a better view. I enjoy watching your ass swallow my fingers. When you are ready, I will insert your plug. With the blindfold on you hope it is my cock as it enters you. But I am not that kind to bad girls. 
With the plug firmly in place, I will grope and squeeze your cheeks. Kneading them between my hands my gropes turn to slaps, and into a full spanking. Bad girls deserve no less. 
Next your punishment will progress to my mouth and tongue. Again, they will explore you all over. Each toe will be savoured, your ankles and calves kissed. I will spend extra time in that spot in the back of your knee, where your leg folds. I will slowly, intentionally move upwards skipping your pussy and settling in your belly button. My tongue will explore, tender kisses and licks on your stomach. The line between your breasts to your neck where I will bite and suck on you. Your ears as well, will be bitten, kissed, and sucked on.
I will kiss you. Gently at first, our tongues will wrestle in each others mouth. Your face will be flush from your recent pleasures, and the tears may already be drying from your recent pains. I will taste your lips as well as your tears.
I will tease your nipples with my mouth and tongue. I will be careful not to let the clamps on your nipples release, unless they are being replaced by my teeth. Even then, I will return the clamps when I am done biting you.
I will lick your clit. The redness of your lips still fresh from my hands, and the nub still hard from my recent manipulations. I will engulf your pussy lips, both outer and inner and taste you. My tongue will explore your pussy hole. Your sweet juices will flow again and I will drink them up. I will beckon your moisture with my tongue until my thirst for you is quenched. I will make you cum. And again. I will make you cum until you can no longer stand my face between your legs. The roughness of my unshaven face will hurt. Your skin will be red from pleasure or the thousands of miniature needles of beard.
Next I will untie you, briefly. Only to bring your head to the edge of the bed. I will give you my cock. Do not try to lick it. Do not try to kiss it. Do not try to suck it. For in this position, I will fuck your face. There will be no tenderness. I will not let you feel loved. I will be using you. When my cock is entirely down your throat, and you are gagging, needing it out, I will choke you. My hand will feel my cock as it slides in and out of your throat. My balls will slap your forehead, your nose, your face, until your eyes tear. I will not grace you with my cum. 
When I have had enough of your mouth and throat, I will retie you to the bed. I will use your pussy next. My hands will choke you, or flick your nipples, or pull on your clamps. I will fuck you. It will be violent and hard. I will make you hurt. Your tight little pussy will be stretched. When I want I will flip you so your face is down. I will continue to fuck your pussy. I will push your head and face into the mattress. I will pull your hair. I will slap your ass. I will use your plug against you. I will twist it, I will remove it and press it back in. I will thrust my cock in you.
When I am ready, I will cum on you. Maybe your pussy, maybe your face. Maybe between your tits. Maybe on your ass. I will not cum where you want me to. I will cum where I want to. Where it pleases me and when I am done with you. And that.. that is what we do to bad girls.”
I stand from lying next to you and gaze upon you. My eyes trace your body.
"I can tell from your lip-biting that you enjoy this thought. I can tell from the wetness in your panties. I can tell from the hardness of your nipples, poking through your camisole, and your hands wringing in those ropes. I can tell from the way you moved your head, I can tell from the way you fidgeted as I was telling you how I treat bad girls.."
I paused, the tension rose. My final comment as I walked towards the door. 
"I can tell you this is what you will get.. when you are not a bad girl."

dirtystorytime:

With my voice in a whisper, I let you squirm, “I’m going to tell you what we do to bad girls. We start by tying them to the bed. We blindfold them so they do not see what is coming.

When you have had time to think about what you have done, I will punish you. You shall not speak during your punishment.

Your punishment will start with a feather. I will run that feather over your entire body. From your toes, and feet. Up your calves and between your thighs. To your stomach and teasing your breasts. Down each arm and back up to your neck. Around your ears and face. 

When the feather is complete I will touch you, with my hands, all over. I will touch your face and arms, lightly. My fingers will trace your stomach and outer thighs. I will tease your calves and feet, paying extra attention to each toe. I will return to your breasts.

Each nipple will be caressed, until they are flush. Then they will be teased, and pinched, until they are hard. When they are hard they will be twisted and pulled, until they are tender. I will flick and slap them, until they ache. When they ache I will put clamps on them, to remind you they are mine. Mine to flick, slap, twist, pull, pinch, tease and caress whenever I want. And I want, often.

Following your nipples my hands will find your vagina. They will slide into your wetness and up and down your slit. Gently and slowly at first. Being careful not to let you cum, as aroused as you already will be. I will tease and touch your clit. Working up to a faster pace of fingering. When one finger is not enough, I will give you a second. When two are inadequate, I will give you a third. Three fingers and my thumb on your clit. When you start to tremble, and one hand is not enough, I will give you my second. Gentleness will be replaced by urgency. My fingers on your g-spot. Pulling you upwards, almost lifting you off the bed. My other hand pressing firmly on your pelvis and clit, pushing downwards. When you start to thrash and beg me to stop, I will pin down your legs with mine. Orgasm after orgasm of pleasure rippling through you. Each more intense and furious than the last. When I’m done, I will let you recover. 

I will explore your ass. Your sweet virgin ass will be mine. Your eyes often beg me to take it. You hate me for prolonging the desire. I start at your asshole, my finger tracing it’s outline. Using your juices I enter you, slowly pressing my finger in. When I am fully in, I slide out. Slowly. Working up to a second finger. Working up to a faster speed. While I explore your hole, I caress your cheeks. I part them for a better view. I enjoy watching your ass swallow my fingers. When you are ready, I will insert your plug. With the blindfold on you hope it is my cock as it enters you. But I am not that kind to bad girls. 

With the plug firmly in place, I will grope and squeeze your cheeks. Kneading them between my hands my gropes turn to slaps, and into a full spanking. Bad girls deserve no less. 

Next your punishment will progress to my mouth and tongue. Again, they will explore you all over. Each toe will be savoured, your ankles and calves kissed. I will spend extra time in that spot in the back of your knee, where your leg folds. I will slowly, intentionally move upwards skipping your pussy and settling in your belly button. My tongue will explore, tender kisses and licks on your stomach. The line between your breasts to your neck where I will bite and suck on you. Your ears as well, will be bitten, kissed, and sucked on.

I will kiss you. Gently at first, our tongues will wrestle in each others mouth. Your face will be flush from your recent pleasures, and the tears may already be drying from your recent pains. I will taste your lips as well as your tears.

I will tease your nipples with my mouth and tongue. I will be careful not to let the clamps on your nipples release, unless they are being replaced by my teeth. Even then, I will return the clamps when I am done biting you.

I will lick your clit. The redness of your lips still fresh from my hands, and the nub still hard from my recent manipulations. I will engulf your pussy lips, both outer and inner and taste you. My tongue will explore your pussy hole. Your sweet juices will flow again and I will drink them up. I will beckon your moisture with my tongue until my thirst for you is quenched. I will make you cum. And again. I will make you cum until you can no longer stand my face between your legs. The roughness of my unshaven face will hurt. Your skin will be red from pleasure or the thousands of miniature needles of beard.

Next I will untie you, briefly. Only to bring your head to the edge of the bed. I will give you my cock. Do not try to lick it. Do not try to kiss it. Do not try to suck it. For in this position, I will fuck your face. There will be no tenderness. I will not let you feel loved. I will be using you. When my cock is entirely down your throat, and you are gagging, needing it out, I will choke you. My hand will feel my cock as it slides in and out of your throat. My balls will slap your forehead, your nose, your face, until your eyes tear. I will not grace you with my cum. 

When I have had enough of your mouth and throat, I will retie you to the bed. I will use your pussy next. My hands will choke you, or flick your nipples, or pull on your clamps. I will fuck you. It will be violent and hard. I will make you hurt. Your tight little pussy will be stretched. When I want I will flip you so your face is down. I will continue to fuck your pussy. I will push your head and face into the mattress. I will pull your hair. I will slap your ass. I will use your plug against you. I will twist it, I will remove it and press it back in. I will thrust my cock in you.

When I am ready, I will cum on you. Maybe your pussy, maybe your face. Maybe between your tits. Maybe on your ass. I will not cum where you want me to. I will cum where I want to. Where it pleases me and when I am done with you. And that.. that is what we do to bad girls.”

I stand from lying next to you and gaze upon you. My eyes trace your body.

"I can tell from your lip-biting that you enjoy this thought. I can tell from the wetness in your panties. I can tell from the hardness of your nipples, poking through your camisole, and your hands wringing in those ropes. I can tell from the way you moved your head, I can tell from the way you fidgeted as I was telling you how I treat bad girls.."

I paused, the tension rose. My final comment as I walked towards the door. 

"I can tell you this is what you will get.. when you are not a bad girl."

(Source: axman, via dirtystorytime)

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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."

(Source: the-glorious-book-of-love)

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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)

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dirtystorytime:

The red-eye to London was never this eventful. The corporate jet was usually pretty empty, but tomorrow there was that big presentation, so this time a few other execs and some staff were on the plane. 
I retired to the forward cabin for a nap after our walk through for the big presentation. I wanted to be fresh for the next day. A glass of wine and I slipped on my sleep mask so the overhead lights wouldn’t bother me.
I don’t know exactly how long she was there before I realized, but when I felt her I knew it was more than a dream. There was a stir in my balls as my cock had found a nice warm wet home. 
I slid up my mask to get a glimpse of this gorgeous brunette with the biggest widest eyes staring back at me. Her right hand stroking my cock, while her tongue swirled around the tip. She was wearing an evening gown - clearly she had not changed after the cocktail party the firm held earlier. She wore a rather large pair of earrings that almost distracted me from what was occurring.
“Well.. uh.. hi”, I stammered, “I don’t think we’ve met.”
She refuses to stop the actions of her mouth. Continuing to swirl my cock with her tongue. I don’t mind. At all. Eventually she pauses, “No sir, we haven’t.” Her mouth right back to work on me, now, taking me in, more and more than just the tongue swirls that were already causing enormous pleasure.
“Mmmm” I groaned as she worked magic on my cock. My head falls back momentarily, only to return to staring at the ridiculous earrings on her head. I can’t help but reach down to grab them.
I held tightly on her ears now as she started to devour me. Again my eyes close. Her mouth speeding the pace. I moan at the though, as she brings me to the edge. Faster, faster, faster.. and.. abruptly, she stops.
“I’m sorry, sir.” She says, her mouth drooling saliva down her chin, my cock covered in her spit. Involuntarily it pulses and throbs, I was so close to cumming… “Can you please let go of my ears.. I know what I’m doing”
I release her, a little embarrassed… “I.. I’m sorry.” I stammer. “Your earrings, they’re so lovely, I wanted to hold them” I try to explain.
“It’s ok, sir. Another favor if I may. It is quite hot when you stare into my eyes, but for me the fantasy is hotter with the blindfold back on. Please, sir”
Kinky indeed. Although, getting a blowjob in the upper chambers of a corporate jet on an intercontinental flight.. probably gave me the knowledge this girl was a little kinkier than most. I nod, and comply, slipping the mask back up. The darkness soothes, and soon, her mouth returns to the task at hand.
Again her mouth and hand work in unison. Before long her hand gives way, and her mouth engulfs me, deeper, deeper.. until I can feel my cock down her throat. She holds me there, gulping her throat closed and open again on my cock. Completely swallowed into her throat, I can feel her tongue, sliding back and forth against the base of my balls. Would her deepthroat talents ever be fully revealed?
She slowly pulled her mouth from my cock. Surely she had just wanted to impress me with her skill, but now she was wanting her reward. Her pace quickened, short furious strokes of her mouth on my cockhead. She was sucking with meaning and her hand started to craddle and squeeze my balls. 
She knew I was close to release. She was determined to taste it, to drink my cum. Her mouth exerting pressure and her tongue working within her mouth on the tender underside of my cock. It was too much. I could not restrain. “I’m cumming,” I warned, but she was relentless. She had earned it, she wanted my cum.
As I pulsed I could hear her relish my juices. She was happily receiving and her own “Mmmm” sounds told me she enjoyed my cum. As I squirted the last of my load into her mouth, she continued to swirl and nuzzle my cock. The sounds of her saliva as she licked and swallowed all of my cum eased me back into sleep, satisfied…
As the plane eased into it’s gate at Heathrow, I was stirred awake. Was it all a dream? Did this really just happen. As my eyes focused, I noticed a concierge member on the corporate jet. 
“Miss.. there was a woman on the flight last night, she came and.. uh.. visited me last night”
“Yes sir, I believe that was one of the partners assistants, Miss Evans. She works for Mr. Sloane. I had overheard him recommend she come see you last night. He said you looked.. distracted.”

dirtystorytime:

The red-eye to London was never this eventful. The corporate jet was usually pretty empty, but tomorrow there was that big presentation, so this time a few other execs and some staff were on the plane. 

I retired to the forward cabin for a nap after our walk through for the big presentation. I wanted to be fresh for the next day. A glass of wine and I slipped on my sleep mask so the overhead lights wouldn’t bother me.

I don’t know exactly how long she was there before I realized, but when I felt her I knew it was more than a dream. There was a stir in my balls as my cock had found a nice warm wet home. 

I slid up my mask to get a glimpse of this gorgeous brunette with the biggest widest eyes staring back at me. Her right hand stroking my cock, while her tongue swirled around the tip. She was wearing an evening gown - clearly she had not changed after the cocktail party the firm held earlier. She wore a rather large pair of earrings that almost distracted me from what was occurring.

“Well.. uh.. hi”, I stammered, “I don’t think we’ve met.”

She refuses to stop the actions of her mouth. Continuing to swirl my cock with her tongue. I don’t mind. At all. Eventually she pauses, “No sir, we haven’t.” Her mouth right back to work on me, now, taking me in, more and more than just the tongue swirls that were already causing enormous pleasure.

“Mmmm” I groaned as she worked magic on my cock. My head falls back momentarily, only to return to staring at the ridiculous earrings on her head. I can’t help but reach down to grab them.

I held tightly on her ears now as she started to devour me. Again my eyes close. Her mouth speeding the pace. I moan at the though, as she brings me to the edge. Faster, faster, faster.. and.. abruptly, she stops.

“I’m sorry, sir.” She says, her mouth drooling saliva down her chin, my cock covered in her spit. Involuntarily it pulses and throbs, I was so close to cumming… “Can you please let go of my ears.. I know what I’m doing”

I release her, a little embarrassed… “I.. I’m sorry.” I stammer. “Your earrings, they’re so lovely, I wanted to hold them” I try to explain.

“It’s ok, sir. Another favor if I may. It is quite hot when you stare into my eyes, but for me the fantasy is hotter with the blindfold back on. Please, sir”

Kinky indeed. Although, getting a blowjob in the upper chambers of a corporate jet on an intercontinental flight.. probably gave me the knowledge this girl was a little kinkier than most. I nod, and comply, slipping the mask back up. The darkness soothes, and soon, her mouth returns to the task at hand.

Again her mouth and hand work in unison. Before long her hand gives way, and her mouth engulfs me, deeper, deeper.. until I can feel my cock down her throat. She holds me there, gulping her throat closed and open again on my cock. Completely swallowed into her throat, I can feel her tongue, sliding back and forth against the base of my balls. Would her deepthroat talents ever be fully revealed?

She slowly pulled her mouth from my cock. Surely she had just wanted to impress me with her skill, but now she was wanting her reward. Her pace quickened, short furious strokes of her mouth on my cockhead. She was sucking with meaning and her hand started to craddle and squeeze my balls. 

She knew I was close to release. She was determined to taste it, to drink my cum. Her mouth exerting pressure and her tongue working within her mouth on the tender underside of my cock. It was too much. I could not restrain. “I’m cumming,” I warned, but she was relentless. She had earned it, she wanted my cum.

As I pulsed I could hear her relish my juices. She was happily receiving and her own “Mmmm” sounds told me she enjoyed my cum. As I squirted the last of my load into her mouth, she continued to swirl and nuzzle my cock. The sounds of her saliva as she licked and swallowed all of my cum eased me back into sleep, satisfied…

As the plane eased into it’s gate at Heathrow, I was stirred awake. Was it all a dream? Did this really just happen. As my eyes focused, I noticed a concierge member on the corporate jet. 

“Miss.. there was a woman on the flight last night, she came and.. uh.. visited me last night”

“Yes sir, I believe that was one of the partners assistants, Miss Evans. She works for Mr. Sloane. I had overheard him recommend she come see you last night. He said you looked.. distracted.”

(Source: maxswagger)

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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.

dirtystorytime:

"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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dirtystorytime:

Do you get shivers just thinking about it? Did your knees buckle a little? Did your shoulders slump.
This is my favorite part of a woman. From the earlobes down your neck, through the curve of your shoulder. The entire area. 
So this does it for me just as much as it does for you. When I approach you from behind, when I see that exposed skin, this isn’t a conscious choice. I don’t want to touch your neck, I don’t want to press my lips to your skin, I need to. It’s an automatic impulse. 
It’s not an accident when I reach my hand to your neck. When my fingers linger in your hairline. When my thumb caresses your cheek. How my fingertips trace down your skin. I want your neck to tilt, slightly into my hand. I love when your mouth opens, your oral fixation sated with my thumb. I know then to lean in and press my mouth to your neck.
But I don’t kiss. Not right away. I inhale you, I part my lips and run my mouth up your neck. The mere touch of your skin exhilarates me. I kiss gently before my mouth hits your earlobe. Did you shiver again?
My tongue tastes you. My senses overwhelmed with you. My mouth traces back down. Kissing, nibbling, tasting and touching your skin. Down your neck, along your shoulder. My hand turns you to me. Our bodies pressed together, me pulling you to me. My mouth’s journey continues back to the center of your body, following the line of your collarbone. Your head lifts, and as I reach the center of your neck I kiss my way up. My thumb finally falls from your mouth, the goal reached… and we kiss.

dirtystorytime:

Do you get shivers just thinking about it? Did your knees buckle a little? Did your shoulders slump.

This is my favorite part of a woman. From the earlobes down your neck, through the curve of your shoulder. The entire area. 

So this does it for me just as much as it does for you. When I approach you from behind, when I see that exposed skin, this isn’t a conscious choice. I don’t want to touch your neck, I don’t want to press my lips to your skin, I need to. It’s an automatic impulse. 

It’s not an accident when I reach my hand to your neck. When my fingers linger in your hairline. When my thumb caresses your cheek. How my fingertips trace down your skin. I want your neck to tilt, slightly into my hand. I love when your mouth opens, your oral fixation sated with my thumb. I know then to lean in and press my mouth to your neck.

But I don’t kiss. Not right away. I inhale you, I part my lips and run my mouth up your neck. The mere touch of your skin exhilarates me. I kiss gently before my mouth hits your earlobe. Did you shiver again?

My tongue tastes you. My senses overwhelmed with you. My mouth traces back down. Kissing, nibbling, tasting and touching your skin. Down your neck, along your shoulder. My hand turns you to me. Our bodies pressed together, me pulling you to me. My mouth’s journey continues back to the center of your body, following the line of your collarbone. Your head lifts, and as I reach the center of your neck I kiss my way up. My thumb finally falls from your mouth, the goal reached… and we kiss.

(Source: wheelintheskype, via thelureoffantasies)

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The paleness of her unblemished skin. The way her hair falls over her shoulders. Her perfectly crafted breasts, her nipples so high in the air. The folds of her pussy, opening for me, inviting me in. No.. it’s none of those things.
What turns me on?
It’s the way she’s looking at me right now. The gaze of her eyes, beckoning me. The unspoken communication telling me.. at this moment. She is mine. And I am hers.

dirtystorytime:

The paleness of her unblemished skin. The way her hair falls over her shoulders. Her perfectly crafted breasts, her nipples so high in the air. The folds of her pussy, opening for me, inviting me in. No.. it’s none of those things.

What turns me on?

It’s the way she’s looking at me right now. The gaze of her eyes, beckoning me. The unspoken communication telling me.. at this moment. She is mine. And I am hers.

(Source: modelandgirlfriends)