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:

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

dirtystorytime:

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

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

“What are you getting at Target?” 

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

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

“Yes, Sir.”

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

 

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

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

“Ohhhh. Yes, Sir.”

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

“Yes, Sir.”

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

“Yes, Sir.”

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

“unf.”

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

“Someone’s coming.”

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

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

“Are you being loud?”

“Yes. Yes.”

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

“Unf.”

“Done?”

“I paraphrased.”

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

“Sent.”

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

“Yes, Sir.”

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

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

“Fuck. UNF.”

Model: Nova Flux

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Hi.

I know I haven’t written anything on here in a while. No new stories. No new messages to followers. I haven’t been answering a lot of questions I’ve gotten. For all of this, I’m sorry.

I’ve been having a really rough time lately. Today I hit a wall.

Sometime in the evening of January 31st or the early morning of February 1st my best friend committed suicide. I haven’t really talked about it with anyone before, and I’m not mentioning it now because I’m looking for pity. I’m not looking for anyone to talk to about it. I’m not looking for condolences messages and I’d rather not discuss details.

This is a personal blog, of sorts, and I just want to vent. I’m sorry that this is not a new story, that I know is long overdue. The fact is I have had no desire to write. I don’t know when my next story will be, or if there will be more stories. I just don’t know anything really.

I’m hoping that writing it out, that facing it.. will let me move forward.

Not a day passes that I don’t lose myself in thought about him. Not a day will pass where I don’t think about him. Rest in peace, brother.

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"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)

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dirtystorytime:

"I wish I was there with you, Princess."
Why’s that?
"I really want to taste you."
Mmhmmm. I think you should tell me more about that.
"I’d start by kissing you. My hand would wander. I’d feel how wet you are. I’d work my middle finger up and down between your pussy lips."
Oh, I think I like this.
"My other hand cradles your head. running through your hair. My finger dips inside you. You are so wet. Soaked. I add a second finger."
I can feel that… oh, god.
"My hand tightens in your hair and I pull. Your neck exposed. My mouth travels down your neck. My mouth open. My breath on your skin.”
Oh yes..
"My teeth open and close on your skin. My mouth sucks, my tongue tickles your flesh."
Mhmmm
"My mouth traces lower. Down your chest and sucks on your breasts. Flicking each nipple, and pulling them with my free hand. Still sliding my fingers up and down"
"your pussy lips. My thumb twitches on your clit. My fingers slide back inside you and work in and out. Curling towards your g-spot"
Don’t stop.
"I think you should get naked. I think you should touch yourself."
Way ahead of you there.
"I wish I was there. My mouth moves lower. My tongue tracing down further, to your stomach. Running around your belly button. Lower still, to the edge of your"
"landing strip. I kiss my way down.. until I reach your clit. Already aroused by my thumb, I run my tongue in circles around your engorged clit."
Uh huh
"My fingers work faster. My tongue tasting you. Your juices soaking my hand, your pussy, the sheets. You know what I want, don’t you, Princess?"
No.. tell me
"I want you to cum. I want you to cum on my mouth, cum on my fingers. Cum. For. Me."
Unf. Fuck.. yeah
"Did you cum, babe?"
Uh huh. That was so good. Fuck.. I’m still shaky.
"Go to sleep. Sleep well, Good Girl." 

dirtystorytime:

"I wish I was there with you, Princess."

Why’s that?

"I really want to taste you."

Mmhmmm. I think you should tell me more about that.

"I’d start by kissing you. My hand would wander. I’d feel how wet you are. I’d work my middle finger up and down between your pussy lips."

Oh, I think I like this.

"My other hand cradles your head. running through your hair. My finger dips inside you. You are so wet. Soaked. I add a second finger."

I can feel that… oh, god.

"My hand tightens in your hair and I pull. Your neck exposed. My mouth travels down your neck. My mouth open. My breath on your skin.”

Oh yes..

"My teeth open and close on your skin. My mouth sucks, my tongue tickles your flesh."

Mhmmm

"My mouth traces lower. Down your chest and sucks on your breasts. Flicking each nipple, and pulling them with my free hand. Still sliding my fingers up and down"

"your pussy lips. My thumb twitches on your clit. My fingers slide back inside you and work in and out. Curling towards your g-spot"

Don’t stop.

"I think you should get naked. I think you should touch yourself."

Way ahead of you there.

"I wish I was there. My mouth moves lower. My tongue tracing down further, to your stomach. Running around your belly button. Lower still, to the edge of your"

"landing strip. I kiss my way down.. until I reach your clit. Already aroused by my thumb, I run my tongue in circles around your engorged clit."

Uh huh

"My fingers work faster. My tongue tasting you. Your juices soaking my hand, your pussy, the sheets. You know what I want, don’t you, Princess?"

No.. tell me

"I want you to cum. I want you to cum on my mouth, cum on my fingers. Cum. For. Me."

Unf. Fuck.. yeah

"Did you cum, babe?"

Uh huh. That was so good. Fuck.. I’m still shaky.

"Go to sleep. Sleep well, Good Girl." 

(Source: annantan)

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I had a date. This wasn’t the kind of date you get all cleaned up for. Just two old friends hanging out. Not shooting the shit. Not talking about whothefuckcares. Not doing anything. Just sitting at the bar, alone. It was Friday afternoon, just after quitting time. I was driving home, and I saw it out of the corner of my eye. My old digs. A place I hadn’t been in forever. I place I used to frequent far too often. But today, I was overdue to make an appearance. Get re-acquainted with my old friend, Jack.
"Hey Harvey." I called as I walked through the door.
His head turned and he nodded in my direction. “Long time no see, R.J.” He paused, turned towards me. “What brings you around?”
I shrugged. Not something I wanted to talk about, or someone I wanted to tell. “Gimme a bottle, Harvey.”
The place hadn’t changed at all. Wood panelled walls, horrible plastic seating. The dirty floor just as dirty as ever. This was your typical not-friendly-to-new-people type bars. Dark corners, full of shadows. Just like my mind.
"I’ll run ya a tab." Harvey said as he put the bottle and a glass on the bar as I walked past and headed towards the back booth. Just before I got there I turned and looked over my shoulder. "Harvey, do me a favor… don’t call her."
Jack knew all my problems. He was the one guy I could really get along with. Sure we had our ups and downs, but when I needed a friend, he was the go to man. I cracked the bottle open and poured myself a couple fingers worth. Picked up that glass and shot it back. It had been a long time. Slid down my throat like liquid sandpaper, caused me to shake my head hard and a shiver went up my spine.
Seems my old friend Jack didn’t like the time I had spent away from him. And he was going to make me pay for it. I poured myself another glass, and tossed it back. A man alone with his thoughts can be a scary thing. Nothing to pass the time with except a full bottle and an empty glass.
"Can I fry ya up some food, R.J?" Harvey yelled from behind me.
"Does anyone ever come here to eat, Harvey?" I yelled back. It was rhetorical, and he seemed to know that. 
I poured myself another. And another. And another. Everyone deals with emotions differently. I drank to forget. To numb myself. Here’s to hoping pain can’t swim because my plan was to drown it tonight.
I found myself staring at the obligatory signs on the wall of every bar. Your typical “Budweiser on tap. 5 cents” signs. I poured myself another. I could feel I was starting to get drunk. It was a good feeling. A feeling I missed. I downed that shot, and two more in quick succession. 
And that’s when she walked back into my life.
My eyes shut as I heard her say my name, “Richard.” I was afraid to turn around, in case it was the liquor playing a trick on me. Then I felt her hand on my shoulder. My head turned away, I still couldn’t look.
"Richard." She said again. Her hand trailed down my shoulder to my arm as she moved around the table. She sat opposite me and my took my hand in hers. "Hullo Taylor." I slurred. I was clearly drunk. My mind seemed clear, but my voice was far from stable. I opened my eyes to take her in. She was as beautiful as I remembered her. Her blond hair flowed over her shoulders. She wore a neat black dress. "What brings you slumming in these parts?"
She shrugged. She didn’t need to tell me that Harvey called her. I was hoping since we had broken up that he wouldn’t feel the need to continue that habit. Or maybe I was glad he called her.
"You heard, I’m guessing?" She asked.
"That you’re marrying him? Yesh.. I heard."
"I gave you every chance. Every time you fucked up. I forgave you. You fucked up once too much."
"Sho what are you doing here then? I been outta your life for almost a year. Why can’t you jus let me be." 
"I’ll always have feelings for you, Richard."
I grabbed the bottle to pour another shot, and her hand lifted and placed on my wrist and with the pressure of a feather, she forced me to put the bottle back down.
"I’ll give you a ride home."
I nodded and tried to stand up. My feet wobbled out from under me and had to catch myself to avoid stumbling. It had been a while since I had gotten drunk.. apparently I had become a cheap drunk.
As we walked out I gave Harvey a sideways glance. I threw a couple 20’s on the bar and shook my head at him.
I only lived a few blocks from the bar. The drive was quick and quiet. I was full of regret that I had wronged Taylor. And now she was going to be gone, forever. There was always a part of me that had hoped that one day, we’d run into each other again, not like this but under different circumstances. I’d say all the right things and make it better. But words failed me.
"I am sorry, you know." I said. It was about the best I could muster.
"Oh, I know. You’re sorry that I left. Not about all the things you did that ripped me up inside." She didn’t even turn towards me as the words came out of her mouth. It was cold. Probably not even close to what I deserved from her.
I opened the car door, again not knowing what to say. I turned to look at her, and she turned back to me. Her eyes told me everything I needed to hear. 
I stumbled again as I got out of the car. Reduced to this after all we’d been through. I staggered my way to the stairs and again I felt her hand on mine. Helping me up the stairs. Guiding me.
I put the key into the door of the townhouse and turned. She helped me down the hall. I stopped to take off my shoes. As I did I stumbled sideways and landed with my hands on the wall, with Taylor pinned between it and me. Again our eyes met. Only this time her’s weren’t screaming at me. My hand fell down to her hip and I pulled her to me. She wiggled to escape, saying “Let go of me.”
My mouth silenced hers. I held her into me and kissed her. She resisted. Her hands pushed at my shoulders. I pulled back, and she slapped my face, saying “Don’t ever do that again.”
I had longed for the taste of her lips again. I wasn’t about to let her leave without a fight. I wrapped my left hand around her neck and held her against the wall. I leaned in again and kissed her. I tried to pry open her lips with mine, but again she wasn’t responsive, pushing at my chest with her hands. As my mouth separated from hers again she slapped me. “Fuck you. You aren’t doing this to me.”
Her eyes had softened just a little. Her face was remorseful, almost. Her breathing was heavy. Her heart was racing. “You want this just as much as I do.” I said, and moved in to kiss her again. Again she resisted at first. But not for long. Our tongues entwined. When we separated, she said “I can’t. I have somewhere to be.” She was more out of breath as she spoke. 
"Then we’ll have to be quick." I said back. My right hand slipped up her skirt and found her already soaked through her stockings. "Apparently, slapping me turns you on, Taylor." I worked my fingers over her stockings and pressed at her clit.
Her eyes fluttered  momentarily and then closed. My left hand was still around her neck, holding her up against that wall. I leaned in again and this time she was eager to kiss me back. Her mouth parted and her tongue flicked and teased mine. Her entire body was quivering under my grasp. I slipped my hand over the waistband of her stockings and back down. Working her pussy and clit directly now. 
"You should slap me again. Pretend you don’t like what I’m doing to you."
Her eyes opened and she tried to raise her hand. Her body was out of her control, whimpering moans into my ear. Which caused me to grin. My smirk must have infuriated her. Or maybe that I had removed my hand from her cunt. But her hand raised and quickly slapped me again, and as soon as it did I returned my hand back inside her stockings and back to her pussy. I slide into her easily, as wet as she was. My fingers penetrating and pulling up while we stood. Her moans grew louder. My hand rubbing her clit as my fingers slide in and out. Her legs started to buckle as she started to cum. Her entire body convulsing and shaking, her mouth grunting and moaning at me. I took my hands away and let her recover a moment, her breathing returning to normal. Her eyes opened and her gaze directly into my eyes. She snarled a little and said “This changes nothing.” Again my face transformed into a devilish grin. “The last year changed nothing, Taylor. You are still mine.” I snarled.
She gasped a little and bit her lip. I knew what those words did to her.
I knelt down in front of her my hand pressing on her to the wall as if to say, “Don’t move.” I tugged her skirt up and her stockings down. Taylor never was a fan of panties. My face dove in and started directly on her clit. As soon as I made contact she moaned. I continued to tug the stockings down until they were free from her legs. As they released she lifted her left leg over my back to give me better access to her pussy. I supported her leg with my shoulder and arm, and moved my other arm behind her right leg. I lifted that up as well and her body sat entirely on my arms. Her back pressed against the wall still, it was as if I had made my body into a little chair for her. Her legs wrapped over my shoulders and around my head, my arms reached up and my hands grabbed hers. My mouth was pressed against her clit. Savouring her. Pushing deeper and deeper between her lips and inside her. I wanted to get to the source of these delicious juices. 
Her second orgasm came much quicker than the first. My tongue circled her clit and traced down her lips, back up and circled her clit again. She was overcome. Her legs squeezed my head so tight she almost snapped my neck. The uncontrollable reaction. One of her hands parted from mine and grabbed the back of my head. She pulled my hair away from her pussy. “Too much.. Too much..” She kept whispering. Her body kept right on quivering for a good minute, aftershocks, of her cumming. Every breath, and the occasional flick of my tongue would cause a reaction. As her legs lowered to the ground and I stepped out from under her she said, “I have to go. I’m late. And, I am not yours. There was a time, but you don’t have that effect on me any longer.”
I grabbed a hold of her wrist and growled again, “I think I still do.. But you aren’t going either way. It’s my turn.”
She protested as I pulled her in the house. I picked her up amid her protests, and then threw her down on my couch. Her hands rose to push me away and defend herself. “Fuck you, I have to go.” She yelled at me as I pulled down my pants. My cock was aching for this. I wanted to be inside her so badly I could feel it.
Her legs started to kick towards me, and I grabbed one in my hand. I pulled her open and lay down on top of her. Her hands scratched at my chest. She ripped at my shirt and pushed at my chest again. “Get the fuck offa me, Richard.” 
I held my place. Above her. My hands pressing down on her shoulders, my legs between hers. “Maybe if you slap me a few more times, you’ll be in the mood.”
Her hand rose and slapped me. Maybe because of my suggestion. Maybe because she wanted to. Either way it worked. As my cock slowly sunk into her pussy she started moaning and bucking her hips. I was very deliberate in pushing into her. Just the tip at first to know her reaction. She’d want more of me in her. She would try to fuck me from beneath me. Her hips grinding into me. She slapped me again and then her hand wrapped around my neck. “If you’re gonna fuck me, do it. Fuck me like you mean it.”
I plunged my cock deep into her as she said the words. My hips sprung into action, pounding with every stroke into her and gyrating back out of her. Every stroke down caused a new grunt from her mouth. Pretty soon I was trying to pound my cock in her so hard just to hear the grunts. I was thrusting so fast, she didn’t have a chance to get one out before the next on started. Her hand fell off my throat and lay entangled in her hair. I watched her face. I was entranced by it. Her eyes squinting and releasing. Her lips opening and parting, grunting and gasping for air. Her cheeks flush, her brow starting to bead with sweat.
I could feel the tingle I was so familiar with in my balls. My cock started to twitch itself, within her contracting pussy. My own grunts matched with hers. I erupted deep within her. Filling her with my cum. Immediately it shook her back to reality. Her eyes opened and she just looked at me. “Fuck you’re an asshole. Did you really just cum in me?”
 I slumped down, spent, on top of her. My eyes closed. I was holding her pinned under me. “Get the fuck up. Get offa me. You fucking asshole.” She was pushing to get out from under me. I wasn’t budging. She used her legs for leverage and managed to push me to the floor. 
"What’s wrong, I always came in you. I know you like it that way."
"I’m not yours anymore. Don’t you get that?" She yelled as she started to walk down the hall. Towards the door. 
I jumped up and took a couple steps behind her. I grabbed her around the waist and spun her around. Her face mere inches from mine.
"You get this. You will ALWAYS be mine. ALWAYS." My teeth clenched as the words came out. My face shook as angry as I was at that very second. I could feel myself turning red.
Her face turned white. She pushed me away again ran past her stockings. She grabbed her shoes, not even stopping to put them on as she walked out the door.
I caught my breath standing in the hall. Bent at the waist. 
The door opened again. There Taylor stood. Shoes in hand. “I remembered I left the car running, earlier.” She said. “But if I’m still yours, you better take me upstairs and prove it.”

dirtystorytime:

I had a date. This wasn’t the kind of date you get all cleaned up for. Just two old friends hanging out. Not shooting the shit. Not talking about whothefuckcares. Not doing anything. Just sitting at the bar, alone. It was Friday afternoon, just after quitting time. I was driving home, and I saw it out of the corner of my eye. My old digs. A place I hadn’t been in forever. I place I used to frequent far too often. But today, I was overdue to make an appearance. Get re-acquainted with my old friend, Jack.

"Hey Harvey." I called as I walked through the door.

His head turned and he nodded in my direction. “Long time no see, R.J.” He paused, turned towards me. “What brings you around?”

I shrugged. Not something I wanted to talk about, or someone I wanted to tell. “Gimme a bottle, Harvey.”

The place hadn’t changed at all. Wood panelled walls, horrible plastic seating. The dirty floor just as dirty as ever. This was your typical not-friendly-to-new-people type bars. Dark corners, full of shadows. Just like my mind.

"I’ll run ya a tab." Harvey said as he put the bottle and a glass on the bar as I walked past and headed towards the back booth. Just before I got there I turned and looked over my shoulder. "Harvey, do me a favor… don’t call her."

Jack knew all my problems. He was the one guy I could really get along with. Sure we had our ups and downs, but when I needed a friend, he was the go to man. I cracked the bottle open and poured myself a couple fingers worth. Picked up that glass and shot it back. It had been a long time. Slid down my throat like liquid sandpaper, caused me to shake my head hard and a shiver went up my spine.

Seems my old friend Jack didn’t like the time I had spent away from him. And he was going to make me pay for it. I poured myself another glass, and tossed it back. A man alone with his thoughts can be a scary thing. Nothing to pass the time with except a full bottle and an empty glass.

"Can I fry ya up some food, R.J?" Harvey yelled from behind me.

"Does anyone ever come here to eat, Harvey?" I yelled back. It was rhetorical, and he seemed to know that. 

I poured myself another. And another. And another. Everyone deals with emotions differently. I drank to forget. To numb myself. Here’s to hoping pain can’t swim because my plan was to drown it tonight.

I found myself staring at the obligatory signs on the wall of every bar. Your typical “Budweiser on tap. 5 cents” signs. I poured myself another. I could feel I was starting to get drunk. It was a good feeling. A feeling I missed. I downed that shot, and two more in quick succession. 

And that’s when she walked back into my life.

My eyes shut as I heard her say my name, “Richard.” I was afraid to turn around, in case it was the liquor playing a trick on me. Then I felt her hand on my shoulder. My head turned away, I still couldn’t look.

"Richard." She said again. Her hand trailed down my shoulder to my arm as she moved around the table. She sat opposite me and my took my hand in hers. "Hullo Taylor." I slurred. I was clearly drunk. My mind seemed clear, but my voice was far from stable. I opened my eyes to take her in. She was as beautiful as I remembered her. Her blond hair flowed over her shoulders. She wore a neat black dress. "What brings you slumming in these parts?"

She shrugged. She didn’t need to tell me that Harvey called her. I was hoping since we had broken up that he wouldn’t feel the need to continue that habit. Or maybe I was glad he called her.

"You heard, I’m guessing?" She asked.

"That you’re marrying him? Yesh.. I heard."

"I gave you every chance. Every time you fucked up. I forgave you. You fucked up once too much."

"Sho what are you doing here then? I been outta your life for almost a year. Why can’t you jus let me be." 

"I’ll always have feelings for you, Richard."

I grabbed the bottle to pour another shot, and her hand lifted and placed on my wrist and with the pressure of a feather, she forced me to put the bottle back down.

"I’ll give you a ride home."

I nodded and tried to stand up. My feet wobbled out from under me and had to catch myself to avoid stumbling. It had been a while since I had gotten drunk.. apparently I had become a cheap drunk.

As we walked out I gave Harvey a sideways glance. I threw a couple 20’s on the bar and shook my head at him.

I only lived a few blocks from the bar. The drive was quick and quiet. I was full of regret that I had wronged Taylor. And now she was going to be gone, forever. There was always a part of me that had hoped that one day, we’d run into each other again, not like this but under different circumstances. I’d say all the right things and make it better. But words failed me.

"I am sorry, you know." I said. It was about the best I could muster.

"Oh, I know. You’re sorry that I left. Not about all the things you did that ripped me up inside." She didn’t even turn towards me as the words came out of her mouth. It was cold. Probably not even close to what I deserved from her.

I opened the car door, again not knowing what to say. I turned to look at her, and she turned back to me. Her eyes told me everything I needed to hear. 

I stumbled again as I got out of the car. Reduced to this after all we’d been through. I staggered my way to the stairs and again I felt her hand on mine. Helping me up the stairs. Guiding me.

I put the key into the door of the townhouse and turned. She helped me down the hall. I stopped to take off my shoes. As I did I stumbled sideways and landed with my hands on the wall, with Taylor pinned between it and me. Again our eyes met. Only this time her’s weren’t screaming at me. My hand fell down to her hip and I pulled her to me. She wiggled to escape, saying “Let go of me.”

My mouth silenced hers. I held her into me and kissed her. She resisted. Her hands pushed at my shoulders. I pulled back, and she slapped my face, saying “Don’t ever do that again.”

I had longed for the taste of her lips again. I wasn’t about to let her leave without a fight. I wrapped my left hand around her neck and held her against the wall. I leaned in again and kissed her. I tried to pry open her lips with mine, but again she wasn’t responsive, pushing at my chest with her hands. As my mouth separated from hers again she slapped me. “Fuck you. You aren’t doing this to me.”

Her eyes had softened just a little. Her face was remorseful, almost. Her breathing was heavy. Her heart was racing. “You want this just as much as I do.” I said, and moved in to kiss her again. Again she resisted at first. But not for long. Our tongues entwined. When we separated, she said “I can’t. I have somewhere to be.” She was more out of breath as she spoke. 

"Then we’ll have to be quick." I said back. My right hand slipped up her skirt and found her already soaked through her stockings. "Apparently, slapping me turns you on, Taylor." I worked my fingers over her stockings and pressed at her clit.

Her eyes fluttered  momentarily and then closed. My left hand was still around her neck, holding her up against that wall. I leaned in again and this time she was eager to kiss me back. Her mouth parted and her tongue flicked and teased mine. Her entire body was quivering under my grasp. I slipped my hand over the waistband of her stockings and back down. Working her pussy and clit directly now. 

"You should slap me again. Pretend you don’t like what I’m doing to you."

Her eyes opened and she tried to raise her hand. Her body was out of her control, whimpering moans into my ear. Which caused me to grin. My smirk must have infuriated her. Or maybe that I had removed my hand from her cunt. But her hand raised and quickly slapped me again, and as soon as it did I returned my hand back inside her stockings and back to her pussy. I slide into her easily, as wet as she was. My fingers penetrating and pulling up while we stood. Her moans grew louder. My hand rubbing her clit as my fingers slide in and out. Her legs started to buckle as she started to cum. Her entire body convulsing and shaking, her mouth grunting and moaning at me. I took my hands away and let her recover a moment, her breathing returning to normal. Her eyes opened and her gaze directly into my eyes. She snarled a little and said “This changes nothing.” Again my face transformed into a devilish grin. “The last year changed nothing, Taylor. You are still mine.” I snarled.

She gasped a little and bit her lip. I knew what those words did to her.

I knelt down in front of her my hand pressing on her to the wall as if to say, “Don’t move.” I tugged her skirt up and her stockings down. Taylor never was a fan of panties. My face dove in and started directly on her clit. As soon as I made contact she moaned. I continued to tug the stockings down until they were free from her legs. As they released she lifted her left leg over my back to give me better access to her pussy. I supported her leg with my shoulder and arm, and moved my other arm behind her right leg. I lifted that up as well and her body sat entirely on my arms. Her back pressed against the wall still, it was as if I had made my body into a little chair for her. Her legs wrapped over my shoulders and around my head, my arms reached up and my hands grabbed hers. My mouth was pressed against her clit. Savouring her. Pushing deeper and deeper between her lips and inside her. I wanted to get to the source of these delicious juices. 

Her second orgasm came much quicker than the first. My tongue circled her clit and traced down her lips, back up and circled her clit again. She was overcome. Her legs squeezed my head so tight she almost snapped my neck. The uncontrollable reaction. One of her hands parted from mine and grabbed the back of my head. She pulled my hair away from her pussy. “Too much.. Too much..” She kept whispering. Her body kept right on quivering for a good minute, aftershocks, of her cumming. Every breath, and the occasional flick of my tongue would cause a reaction. As her legs lowered to the ground and I stepped out from under her she said, “I have to go. I’m late. And, I am not yours. There was a time, but you don’t have that effect on me any longer.”

I grabbed a hold of her wrist and growled again, “I think I still do.. But you aren’t going either way. It’s my turn.”

She protested as I pulled her in the house. I picked her up amid her protests, and then threw her down on my couch. Her hands rose to push me away and defend herself. “Fuck you, I have to go.” She yelled at me as I pulled down my pants. My cock was aching for this. I wanted to be inside her so badly I could feel it.

Her legs started to kick towards me, and I grabbed one in my hand. I pulled her open and lay down on top of her. Her hands scratched at my chest. She ripped at my shirt and pushed at my chest again. “Get the fuck offa me, Richard.” 

I held my place. Above her. My hands pressing down on her shoulders, my legs between hers. “Maybe if you slap me a few more times, you’ll be in the mood.”

Her hand rose and slapped me. Maybe because of my suggestion. Maybe because she wanted to. Either way it worked. As my cock slowly sunk into her pussy she started moaning and bucking her hips. I was very deliberate in pushing into her. Just the tip at first to know her reaction. She’d want more of me in her. She would try to fuck me from beneath me. Her hips grinding into me. She slapped me again and then her hand wrapped around my neck. “If you’re gonna fuck me, do it. Fuck me like you mean it.”

I plunged my cock deep into her as she said the words. My hips sprung into action, pounding with every stroke into her and gyrating back out of her. Every stroke down caused a new grunt from her mouth. Pretty soon I was trying to pound my cock in her so hard just to hear the grunts. I was thrusting so fast, she didn’t have a chance to get one out before the next on started. Her hand fell off my throat and lay entangled in her hair. I watched her face. I was entranced by it. Her eyes squinting and releasing. Her lips opening and parting, grunting and gasping for air. Her cheeks flush, her brow starting to bead with sweat.

I could feel the tingle I was so familiar with in my balls. My cock started to twitch itself, within her contracting pussy. My own grunts matched with hers. I erupted deep within her. Filling her with my cum. Immediately it shook her back to reality. Her eyes opened and she just looked at me. “Fuck you’re an asshole. Did you really just cum in me?”

 I slumped down, spent, on top of her. My eyes closed. I was holding her pinned under me. “Get the fuck up. Get offa me. You fucking asshole.” She was pushing to get out from under me. I wasn’t budging. She used her legs for leverage and managed to push me to the floor. 

"What’s wrong, I always came in you. I know you like it that way."

"I’m not yours anymore. Don’t you get that?" She yelled as she started to walk down the hall. Towards the door. 

I jumped up and took a couple steps behind her. I grabbed her around the waist and spun her around. Her face mere inches from mine.

"You get this. You will ALWAYS be mine. ALWAYS." My teeth clenched as the words came out. My face shook as angry as I was at that very second. I could feel myself turning red.

Her face turned white. She pushed me away again ran past her stockings. She grabbed her shoes, not even stopping to put them on as she walked out the door.

I caught my breath standing in the hall. Bent at the waist. 

The door opened again. There Taylor stood. Shoes in hand. “I remembered I left the car running, earlier.” She said. “But if I’m still yours, you better take me upstairs and prove it.”

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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:

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:

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

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What it means to be a dominant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I’ve seen a million times on every different blog, anyone who posts questions, anyone who answers them, anyone who gives advice. I’m positive it’s the most commonly asked question I’ve ever seen, related to sex.
"Does size matter?"
I’m here to tell you the answer. I’m not a girl. I have no personal experience on what it feels like to have sex with a person with a three inch penis compared to a man with a ten inch penis. But I still know the answer.
No.
How do I know? Let me tell you. I would say that I have an averaged sized penis. I’m not concerned with not being monstrous in length. I never have. Why?
Because any man can (should) make a woman cum multiple times, before he even has his pants off. Penis size is so unimportant, because if you can work your tongue on her clit, and fingers on her g-spot, and have her soaked with her own juices, cumming in waves, so gasping in pleasure that you could slip a pencil in her and make her cum. So, when she’s already drenched, her eyes glazed over, her voice hoarse and raspy from screaming your name, God’s name, Fuck’s name.. and any other name that possessed her while you were going down on her making her cum, and you drop your pants at that moment. It doesn’t matter if you’re 3 inches or 10, she’s gonna just fucking gasp. Not because of how big it is, but because she knows it’s going to make her cum again. And again.
Now, if you have a 3-4 inch penis, and you flip a woman face down, ass up and pound her g-spot.. even 3-4 inches is ‘long enough’. If you’re 7-8 inches, you hit her a-spot in that same position, then that’s long enough. If you’re bigger.. good for you, but be mindful it might be too much.
Whatever you do, don’t ask her if it’s ‘the right size' because it kills the mood faster than your mom walking in on you. The day you drop your pants after making a woman cum over and over and do it with confidence, truly is the day you are a man.
Insecurity is not sexy. When you drop your pants, drop them with confidence. Regardless of what you’re packing.

dirtystorytime:

I’ve seen a million times on every different blog, anyone who posts questions, anyone who answers them, anyone who gives advice. I’m positive it’s the most commonly asked question I’ve ever seen, related to sex.

"Does size matter?"

I’m here to tell you the answer. I’m not a girl. I have no personal experience on what it feels like to have sex with a person with a three inch penis compared to a man with a ten inch penis. But I still know the answer.

No.

How do I know? Let me tell you. I would say that I have an averaged sized penis. I’m not concerned with not being monstrous in length. I never have. Why?

Because any man can (should) make a woman cum multiple times, before he even has his pants off. Penis size is so unimportant, because if you can work your tongue on her clit, and fingers on her g-spot, and have her soaked with her own juices, cumming in waves, so gasping in pleasure that you could slip a pencil in her and make her cum. So, when she’s already drenched, her eyes glazed over, her voice hoarse and raspy from screaming your name, God’s name, Fuck’s name.. and any other name that possessed her while you were going down on her making her cum, and you drop your pants at that moment. It doesn’t matter if you’re 3 inches or 10, she’s gonna just fucking gasp. Not because of how big it is, but because she knows it’s going to make her cum again. And again.

Now, if you have a 3-4 inch penis, and you flip a woman face down, ass up and pound her g-spot.. even 3-4 inches is ‘long enough’. If you’re 7-8 inches, you hit her a-spot in that same position, then that’s long enough. If you’re bigger.. good for you, but be mindful it might be too much.

Whatever you do, don’t ask her if it’s ‘the right size' because it kills the mood faster than your mom walking in on you. The day you drop your pants after making a woman cum over and over and do it with confidence, truly is the day you are a man.

Insecurity is not sexy. When you drop your pants, drop them with confidence. Regardless of what you’re packing.

(Source: -cream-and-sugar)

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When I tie you up, I do that for myself. I am greedy. So that I can completely dominate you in every way. So that I can lick you until you cum all over my face, and not touch yourself in any way. So I can spank you, and not have your hands in my way. So that I can run my face across your back and neck, my warm breath on the goose bumps on your cold body. So I can rub your pussy and clit until you cum, and cum and cum again and not push my hands away when it’s too much.
When I tie you up, you are completely vulnerable. My every whim and desire. You give yourself to me. You submit. If I sit inches from your face as I masturbate, where you can’t do anything about it. When I cum on myself, and let it run down my chest, my stomach or my leg. I go soft while you watch. Helpless. 
When I tie you up, we bond. We have an unspoken trust. You know that I will not push you beyond your limits, your boundaries. I know you are completely mine. That there is no limit or boundary that you will not bend to please me. You know that I will not hurt you, and I know that you will not admit when it hurts. We are of  one mind.
When I blindfold you, I do that for you. Out of pure generosity. The extension of your senses, being pushed to all bounds. All of your senses heightened.
Your sense of touch, feeling the slap of my hand without the forewarning, or the tenderness of my breath or a feather on your neck, the feeling of me being inside you. 
Your sense of taste, heightened without the bias of sight.You get to taste again for the first time, the sweetness of a kiss, the saltiness of my sweat during our lovemaking, the tartness of my cum on your lips.
Your sense of smell, aroused by the scent of pure sex in the air, the freshness of our bedsheets, the pureness of the air itself after a morning rain.
Your sense of hearing, teased by every little moan we both take, overwhelmed by the constant sounds of wetness as my cock slides in and out, aroused by our rapid short breaths.

dirtystorytime:

When I tie you up, I do that for myself. I am greedy. So that I can completely dominate you in every way. So that I can lick you until you cum all over my face, and not touch yourself in any way. So I can spank you, and not have your hands in my way. So that I can run my face across your back and neck, my warm breath on the goose bumps on your cold body. So I can rub your pussy and clit until you cum, and cum and cum again and not push my hands away when it’s too much.

When I tie you up, you are completely vulnerable. My every whim and desire. You give yourself to me. You submit. If I sit inches from your face as I masturbate, where you can’t do anything about it. When I cum on myself, and let it run down my chest, my stomach or my leg. I go soft while you watch. Helpless. 

When I tie you up, we bond. We have an unspoken trust. You know that I will not push you beyond your limits, your boundaries. I know you are completely mine. That there is no limit or boundary that you will not bend to please me. You know that I will not hurt you, and I know that you will not admit when it hurts. We are of  one mind.

When I blindfold you, I do that for you. Out of pure generosity. The extension of your senses, being pushed to all bounds. All of your senses heightened.

Your sense of touch, feeling the slap of my hand without the forewarning, or the tenderness of my breath or a feather on your neck, the feeling of me being inside you. 

Your sense of taste, heightened without the bias of sight.You get to taste again for the first time, the sweetness of a kiss, the saltiness of my sweat during our lovemaking, the tartness of my cum on your lips.

Your sense of smell, aroused by the scent of pure sex in the air, the freshness of our bedsheets, the pureness of the air itself after a morning rain.

Your sense of hearing, teased by every little moan we both take, overwhelmed by the constant sounds of wetness as my cock slides in and out, aroused by our rapid short breaths.

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"Last chance to back out.", I whispered.
"I’m good." She said, "Why are you so…"
"Ash.. I just don’t want there to be jealousy issues." I said. "I really like you. You know that. I don’t want anyone to get hurt.. is all." I looked back to the bed and smiled at our guest. She smiled back.. I wondered if she knew the conversation taking place..
"Jealousy issues?" Ashley asked. "Let’s get that out of the way right now.." She waggled her eyebrows at me, giving me my cue. I kissed her, and turned to Sandra. I felt Ashley’s hand on my wrist and turned back to her.
"I don’t think I made myself clear." She said with a wink, "Pull up a seat big boy.. you don’t get to go first. Let’s see how those "jealousy issues" work themselves out. Sit. Stay. Pants stay on.."
With that she pushed on my chest and shoulders and guided me to sit. What was she doing.. I watched as she turned and shrugged off her top. She rolled into the bed easily and crawled towards Sandra, like a big cat stalking it’s prey. Sandra’s mouth opened slightly just in time for Ashley to arrive and they started to kiss. 
Sandra’s hand immediately took Ashley’s breast into it. Ashley’s hands snuck under Sandra’s top and tugged upwards, revealing her amazing breasts. Sandra sat up slightly so the shirt could be pulled complete off and out of their way. Their mouths met again in a kiss. I was feeling a little warm, and could feel a distinct twitch of my cock in my pants. I moved around in my imprisoned seat and tried to adjust myself. Sandra caught me.
"If they’re not comfortable.. they should come off." She said sweetly, moving her head from side to side. 
"I was thinking the same thing as I noticed how confined you girls were in your pants." I  retorted.
Sandra turned to Ashley and whispered just loud enough for me to hear, “I like how that one thinks.”
Ashley leaned back into the bed and rolled so she was faced up. Her legs slightly seperated as Sandra climbed in between. She prompted herself up by her elbows as her face hovered inches above Ashley’s navel. She tossed her hair aside and let me have a glimpse as she fumbled with Ashley’s jeans button. Sandra’s hands navigated that, and the zipper. Ashley’s head popped up and she winked at me, “You jealous yet?” She said with a smile.  
Ashley’s hips swayed and wiggled as Sandra pulled her pants and underwear off at once. Ashley’s pussy was glistening. I wanted to dive in and lick her juices.. it took every ounce of restraint to just smile, coyly, and not move. I could feel myself breathing heavy in anticipation.
Sandra wasn’t so restrained. She dove tongue first and licked without reservation. Ashley’s head craned back as she started to clench her ass cheeks and arch her back. It was a move I knew well. It was always preceded with her moans and inevitably her cumming. Ashley was easy to orgasm.. and I always took pleasure and pride in making her cum over and over. Today, I relinquished my role to Sandra, and to my surprise it was even more arousing watching.
Ashley, true to form was soon writhing and gyrating her hips into Sandra’s face. Her hand grabbed Sandra’s hair and pulled her in while she moaned and gasped. Within seconds she was cumming. Screaming and twitching around the bed. My cock throbbed and ached to be released.
Ashley, catching her breath, exhaled “I can’t move.. that was fucking aaa-mazzzz-zing!”
Sandra shot back, “Oh, but now it’s my turn!”
Ashley nodded and conceded, “Take your pants off and come sit right here.” She motioned to her lips. Sandra’s face turned into a grin that wasn’t going anywhere.
"I like that idea. Make mister over there watch me cum on your face."
Sandra’s pants fell to the floor with ease and she jumped back on the bed and mounted Ashley’s face in position. I watched intently as Ashley’s tongue darted in and out and suckled on Sandra’s pussy. I was never more excited by her than that exact moment. I watched as her hand started to rub again at her own clit. It was too much.
I started to rise from my chair.. my prison. The second I stirred, I heard her voice scold. “SIT. I’m not done here..” There was a pause before she added with a smile, “Or are you having jealousy issues?”
Jealousy was the last thing from my mind at that point. My poor cock was throbbing in a target rich environment, and I was still wearing pants. Fuck me. Please.
I don’t know how I did it, but I endured. While Sandra came at least twice on Ashley’s face. Ashley fingered herself to another orgasm of her own while licking Sandra. I was about to burst in my pants. And then it happened. Sandra sort of collapsed down and lay beside Ashley. They embraced momentarily while Ashley whispered something in Sandra’s ear. They both stared at me. Like I was dinner.
Their lustful eyes turned sweet and they both smiled in unison. They both started towards me, crawling on the bed. I swear my balls twitched just like they do when I cum, but I managed to stay dry… for now.
As they both reached the end of the bed, Ashley gave me the ‘come here’ finger waggle and I sprung up and obliged. As I reached the edge of the bed Ashley reached up and started to stroke my cock through my pants. Sandra reached for the button on my jeans. As the button popped open, she slowly started to unzip me. My breath and heart raced. My legs were already growing weak. My knees were shaky and I couldn’t feel my feet at all. 
With one hand still stroking my cock, Ashley started to tug down my jeans. Sandra had a hand on the other side and they were sliding them down together, awkwardly, but they were getting the job done. As soon as my pants had slid down past the my cock Sandra’s other hand got in the act. Grabbing at the base of my cock through my underwear and touching me herself.
As my pants fell away all attention now turned to my boxer briefs. In my life I have never been more impatient for anything. Ashley turned and whispered in Sandra’s ear, as she hooked her hand in the top of my underwear, “You’re going to like this..”
And with that she pulled them down. My cock sprung out and up to attention like a diving board on a pool. I just kind of flopped there a second. Sandra’s eyes grew big and a smile came across her face as she saw me. Her mouth quickly turned from a smile to opening. Her tongue shot out and started to lick the little crack at the tip of my cock. I shut my eyes instantly. I could feel Ashley’s mouth on my balls. Her hand stroking my cock, and Sandra’s tongue still perched at the little opening, licking and teasing me. I groaned, “Fuck me..”
"Later." Ashley teased me back, and both girls started to giggle together.
Ashley stood up beside me and started to kiss my neck and ear. Sandra started to full out suck my cock. Her hand stroking me as her mouth engulfed my head and bobbed up and down partway down my shaft. 
"Having fun?" Ashley whispered. I turned my head towards her and could barely make a noise other than another grunt.
"Do you love me?" Ashley asked me. I stammered "uh huh.. yeah."
Ashley nibbled on my ear again. “You love me. I know. Now, explain to me..” She grabbed my face and turned me to look directly at her.
"Did it make you jealous to watch me fuck her? To watch as she slid her tongue all around my pussy. To watch as I returned the favor?"
"No.. It was so fucking hot watching you. Watching her.." My eyes looked right into hers. 
"Good. You got turned on, not jealous, right?"
"I did" I nodded.
"Perfect. Now, it’s your turn. You go pound that pussy. You fuck her like you mean it. I want to hear her scream. And if you think that I’m going to be jealous.. remember how turned on you got watching us fuck. Because I’ll be just as turned on watching the two of you fuck."
As she spoke Sandra eased off my cock and flipped herself over. Ass up, face down and presented to me directly at cock level. There was no refusing this pleasant treat.
I grabbed my cock and pushed it firmly into her waiting pussy. She groaned and sighed in relief as I pushed into her. Ashley reached down and grabbed the base of my cock tight in her hand, wrapping it around me. She positioned herself behind me and pulled me so close to her body that we were pressed together. Her hips pushed me forward into Sandra again and her hands and body pulled me back out. It was like she was fucking Sandra, using my body. Her hands and body movements guided mine. It was slow, but it was good. Very intense.
Sandra moaned with every thrust and I knew even at this pace, I wasn’t going to last long. “Where should I cum?” I asked and as I did Ashley pulled me out of Sandra. She positioned herself between us momentarily and looked into my eyes. “All over her pretty face.”
She flipped Sandra back over onto her back so I could really get inside her. I lifted her legs up onto my shoulders and pushed back in. My hips started thrashing in and out quickly. Ashley moved around the bed and pushed her pussy back on Sandra’s face, demanding “Eat my fucking cunt, baby.”
She started to grind and ride Sandra’s face hard. My thrusts matched her own. A symphony of grunts and cries ensued. I kept pushing into Sandra, but I couldn’t hold out. One final thrust and I grabbed my own cock at the base, cutting off the flow of cum. I pulled out and screamed, “I’m cumming.”
Ashley sat up on her knees a little and I shot my load all over Sandra’s face as instructed. Pulse after pulse of warm cum flooded her. She was coated.
Breathless I collapsed beside them. Ashley lowered herself back onto Sandra’s mouth and started to grind again. It was so fucking hot watching her rub her pussy all over my cum and Sandra’s face. Watching Sandra lick up all of my cum fresh from Ashley’s pussy. Ashley came again herself from Sandra’s mouth before nestling on the other side of Sandra and kissing and cleaning up her face.
As I watched, I smiled at Ashley. “I can’t believe I’ve never wanted to do this before..”

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"Last chance to back out.", I whispered.

"I’m good." She said, "Why are you so…"

"Ash.. I just don’t want there to be jealousy issues." I said. "I really like you. You know that. I don’t want anyone to get hurt.. is all." I looked back to the bed and smiled at our guest. She smiled back.. I wondered if she knew the conversation taking place..

"Jealousy issues?" Ashley asked. "Let’s get that out of the way right now.." She waggled her eyebrows at me, giving me my cue. I kissed her, and turned to Sandra. I felt Ashley’s hand on my wrist and turned back to her.

"I don’t think I made myself clear." She said with a wink, "Pull up a seat big boy.. you don’t get to go first. Let’s see how those "jealousy issues" work themselves out. Sit. Stay. Pants stay on.."

With that she pushed on my chest and shoulders and guided me to sit. What was she doing.. I watched as she turned and shrugged off her top. She rolled into the bed easily and crawled towards Sandra, like a big cat stalking it’s prey. Sandra’s mouth opened slightly just in time for Ashley to arrive and they started to kiss. 

Sandra’s hand immediately took Ashley’s breast into it. Ashley’s hands snuck under Sandra’s top and tugged upwards, revealing her amazing breasts. Sandra sat up slightly so the shirt could be pulled complete off and out of their way. Their mouths met again in a kiss. I was feeling a little warm, and could feel a distinct twitch of my cock in my pants. I moved around in my imprisoned seat and tried to adjust myself. Sandra caught me.

"If they’re not comfortable.. they should come off." She said sweetly, moving her head from side to side. 

"I was thinking the same thing as I noticed how confined you girls were in your pants." I  retorted.

Sandra turned to Ashley and whispered just loud enough for me to hear, “I like how that one thinks.”

Ashley leaned back into the bed and rolled so she was faced up. Her legs slightly seperated as Sandra climbed in between. She prompted herself up by her elbows as her face hovered inches above Ashley’s navel. She tossed her hair aside and let me have a glimpse as she fumbled with Ashley’s jeans button. Sandra’s hands navigated that, and the zipper. Ashley’s head popped up and she winked at me, “You jealous yet?” She said with a smile.  

Ashley’s hips swayed and wiggled as Sandra pulled her pants and underwear off at once. Ashley’s pussy was glistening. I wanted to dive in and lick her juices.. it took every ounce of restraint to just smile, coyly, and not move. I could feel myself breathing heavy in anticipation.

Sandra wasn’t so restrained. She dove tongue first and licked without reservation. Ashley’s head craned back as she started to clench her ass cheeks and arch her back. It was a move I knew well. It was always preceded with her moans and inevitably her cumming. Ashley was easy to orgasm.. and I always took pleasure and pride in making her cum over and over. Today, I relinquished my role to Sandra, and to my surprise it was even more arousing watching.

Ashley, true to form was soon writhing and gyrating her hips into Sandra’s face. Her hand grabbed Sandra’s hair and pulled her in while she moaned and gasped. Within seconds she was cumming. Screaming and twitching around the bed. My cock throbbed and ached to be released.

Ashley, catching her breath, exhaled “I can’t move.. that was fucking aaa-mazzzz-zing!”

Sandra shot back, “Oh, but now it’s my turn!”

Ashley nodded and conceded, “Take your pants off and come sit right here.” She motioned to her lips. Sandra’s face turned into a grin that wasn’t going anywhere.

"I like that idea. Make mister over there watch me cum on your face."

Sandra’s pants fell to the floor with ease and she jumped back on the bed and mounted Ashley’s face in position. I watched intently as Ashley’s tongue darted in and out and suckled on Sandra’s pussy. I was never more excited by her than that exact moment. I watched as her hand started to rub again at her own clit. It was too much.

I started to rise from my chair.. my prison. The second I stirred, I heard her voice scold. “SIT. I’m not done here..” There was a pause before she added with a smile, “Or are you having jealousy issues?”

Jealousy was the last thing from my mind at that point. My poor cock was throbbing in a target rich environment, and I was still wearing pants. Fuck me. Please.

I don’t know how I did it, but I endured. While Sandra came at least twice on Ashley’s face. Ashley fingered herself to another orgasm of her own while licking Sandra. I was about to burst in my pants. And then it happened. Sandra sort of collapsed down and lay beside Ashley. They embraced momentarily while Ashley whispered something in Sandra’s ear. They both stared at me. Like I was dinner.

Their lustful eyes turned sweet and they both smiled in unison. They both started towards me, crawling on the bed. I swear my balls twitched just like they do when I cum, but I managed to stay dry… for now.

As they both reached the end of the bed, Ashley gave me the ‘come here’ finger waggle and I sprung up and obliged. As I reached the edge of the bed Ashley reached up and started to stroke my cock through my pants. Sandra reached for the button on my jeans. As the button popped open, she slowly started to unzip me. My breath and heart raced. My legs were already growing weak. My knees were shaky and I couldn’t feel my feet at all. 

With one hand still stroking my cock, Ashley started to tug down my jeans. Sandra had a hand on the other side and they were sliding them down together, awkwardly, but they were getting the job done. As soon as my pants had slid down past the my cock Sandra’s other hand got in the act. Grabbing at the base of my cock through my underwear and touching me herself.

As my pants fell away all attention now turned to my boxer briefs. In my life I have never been more impatient for anything. Ashley turned and whispered in Sandra’s ear, as she hooked her hand in the top of my underwear, “You’re going to like this..”

And with that she pulled them down. My cock sprung out and up to attention like a diving board on a pool. I just kind of flopped there a second. Sandra’s eyes grew big and a smile came across her face as she saw me. Her mouth quickly turned from a smile to opening. Her tongue shot out and started to lick the little crack at the tip of my cock. I shut my eyes instantly. I could feel Ashley’s mouth on my balls. Her hand stroking my cock, and Sandra’s tongue still perched at the little opening, licking and teasing me. I groaned, “Fuck me..”

"Later." Ashley teased me back, and both girls started to giggle together.

Ashley stood up beside me and started to kiss my neck and ear. Sandra started to full out suck my cock. Her hand stroking me as her mouth engulfed my head and bobbed up and down partway down my shaft. 

"Having fun?" Ashley whispered. I turned my head towards her and could barely make a noise other than another grunt.

"Do you love me?" Ashley asked me. I stammered "uh huh.. yeah."

Ashley nibbled on my ear again. “You love me. I know. Now, explain to me..” She grabbed my face and turned me to look directly at her.

"Did it make you jealous to watch me fuck her? To watch as she slid her tongue all around my pussy. To watch as I returned the favor?"

"No.. It was so fucking hot watching you. Watching her.." My eyes looked right into hers. 

"Good. You got turned on, not jealous, right?"

"I did" I nodded.

"Perfect. Now, it’s your turn. You go pound that pussy. You fuck her like you mean it. I want to hear her scream. And if you think that I’m going to be jealous.. remember how turned on you got watching us fuck. Because I’ll be just as turned on watching the two of you fuck."

As she spoke Sandra eased off my cock and flipped herself over. Ass up, face down and presented to me directly at cock level. There was no refusing this pleasant treat.

I grabbed my cock and pushed it firmly into her waiting pussy. She groaned and sighed in relief as I pushed into her. Ashley reached down and grabbed the base of my cock tight in her hand, wrapping it around me. She positioned herself behind me and pulled me so close to her body that we were pressed together. Her hips pushed me forward into Sandra again and her hands and body pulled me back out. It was like she was fucking Sandra, using my body. Her hands and body movements guided mine. It was slow, but it was good. Very intense.

Sandra moaned with every thrust and I knew even at this pace, I wasn’t going to last long. “Where should I cum?” I asked and as I did Ashley pulled me out of Sandra. She positioned herself between us momentarily and looked into my eyes. “All over her pretty face.”

She flipped Sandra back over onto her back so I could really get inside her. I lifted her legs up onto my shoulders and pushed back in. My hips started thrashing in and out quickly. Ashley moved around the bed and pushed her pussy back on Sandra’s face, demanding “Eat my fucking cunt, baby.”

She started to grind and ride Sandra’s face hard. My thrusts matched her own. A symphony of grunts and cries ensued. I kept pushing into Sandra, but I couldn’t hold out. One final thrust and I grabbed my own cock at the base, cutting off the flow of cum. I pulled out and screamed, “I’m cumming.”

Ashley sat up on her knees a little and I shot my load all over Sandra’s face as instructed. Pulse after pulse of warm cum flooded her. She was coated.

Breathless I collapsed beside them. Ashley lowered herself back onto Sandra’s mouth and started to grind again. It was so fucking hot watching her rub her pussy all over my cum and Sandra’s face. Watching Sandra lick up all of my cum fresh from Ashley’s pussy. Ashley came again herself from Sandra’s mouth before nestling on the other side of Sandra and kissing and cleaning up her face.

As I watched, I smiled at Ashley. “I can’t believe I’ve never wanted to do this before..”

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So that’s the kind of night it’s going to be, is it?
Not slow, not gentle, no caresses or light kisses. Oh no. The kind of night where you’re going to dig deep, scratch, claw and make me scream. The kind of night where I’m going to have to cover your mouth from your cries. 
I’m game. You know it.. I’m more than fucking game for this. Get those panties off and lets fucking go..
As I drive my cock into you from behind the screams start already. I lean forward to cover your mouth, but I can’t reach. Instead I push your face down into a pillow. My hand gripped in your hair, holding your face so you don’t wake the neighbors. Can you feel me fucking you? I growl roughly and you turn and growl right back. Tonight is not a night for moans. Tonight is a night for grunting. Your hands gripping the sheets as you thrust your hips back to my cock. You fucking me just as much as I’m fucking you. 
I pull your hair to tell you I want you to flip over. I want to see your eyes as I fuck you. My hand on your mouth, cupped and squeezing your silence. I can still hear your cries under my hand. As I pump you full of cock, I stare into your eyes. Your hand finds it’s way between our bodies and starts to rub your clit. Your other hand grabs the back of my head and pulls me in. Our mouths meet, and I smother you with kisses. You scratch my back and I growl again. So that’s the kind of night it is.
I return my hand to cover your mouth. I bite and suck your neck. “You are fucking mine,” I whisper, over and over again. I can hear the moans of pleasure escape from under my hand. Your eyes shut as you wait. I know you’ve been waiting for direction.
“Cum for me.” I demand. I can feel you soak the bed. Your cum all over my cock. As I feel you release, I cum myself. Filling your pussy. My hand falls from your mouth and we both grunt our approvals. Again we kiss, still not tenderly. Our mouths clashing and tongues fighting for position. 
I stir to move down, so I can lick your cunt. Your soaked, cum filled, freshly fucked cunt. My tongue lapping at your hole, my fingers diving and pulling our love juices onto my tongue. My mouth open and accepting as it drips from you. I return and kiss you, sharing, as we catch our breath.
I trace my fingers over your breasts, tweaking and twisting your nipples. You body twists and maneuver your mouth to my cock. Now soft, you suckle and lick at it. Your mouth savouring every drop. Your eyes lock with mine, and I can tell. You’re ready for round two. As you get me hard in your mouth again, I whisper “So.. that’s the kind of night it’s going to be?”
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dirtystorytime:

So that’s the kind of night it’s going to be, is it?

Not slow, not gentle, no caresses or light kisses. Oh no. The kind of night where you’re going to dig deep, scratch, claw and make me scream. The kind of night where I’m going to have to cover your mouth from your cries. 

I’m game. You know it.. I’m more than fucking game for this. Get those panties off and lets fucking go..

As I drive my cock into you from behind the screams start already. I lean forward to cover your mouth, but I can’t reach. Instead I push your face down into a pillow. My hand gripped in your hair, holding your face so you don’t wake the neighbors. Can you feel me fucking you? I growl roughly and you turn and growl right back. Tonight is not a night for moans. Tonight is a night for grunting. Your hands gripping the sheets as you thrust your hips back to my cock. You fucking me just as much as I’m fucking you. 

I pull your hair to tell you I want you to flip over. I want to see your eyes as I fuck you. My hand on your mouth, cupped and squeezing your silence. I can still hear your cries under my hand. As I pump you full of cock, I stare into your eyes. Your hand finds it’s way between our bodies and starts to rub your clit. Your other hand grabs the back of my head and pulls me in. Our mouths meet, and I smother you with kisses. You scratch my back and I growl again. So that’s the kind of night it is.

I return my hand to cover your mouth. I bite and suck your neck. “You are fucking mine,” I whisper, over and over again. I can hear the moans of pleasure escape from under my hand. Your eyes shut as you wait. I know you’ve been waiting for direction.

“Cum for me.” I demand. I can feel you soak the bed. Your cum all over my cock. As I feel you release, I cum myself. Filling your pussy. My hand falls from your mouth and we both grunt our approvals. Again we kiss, still not tenderly. Our mouths clashing and tongues fighting for position. 

I stir to move down, so I can lick your cunt. Your soaked, cum filled, freshly fucked cunt. My tongue lapping at your hole, my fingers diving and pulling our love juices onto my tongue. My mouth open and accepting as it drips from you. I return and kiss you, sharing, as we catch our breath.

I trace my fingers over your breasts, tweaking and twisting your nipples. You body twists and maneuver your mouth to my cock. Now soft, you suckle and lick at it. Your mouth savouring every drop. Your eyes lock with mine, and I can tell. You’re ready for round two. As you get me hard in your mouth again, I whisper “So.. that’s the kind of night it’s going to be?”

Model: Nova Flux

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dirtystorytime:

"Is that you? Are you back, Sir?" He had been gone for so long. You waited for him, as he asked. In position. With nothing more than your thoughts. 
"Stay still, pet. I am back. Shhh now. I want to admire you."
You heard him move around the room. You tried to remain perfect for him. He had been gone so long. It was hours, maybe more. You recall his words before he left. They’ve echoed in your mind. “Be a good girl, pet. Sit for me on the bed. Present yourself for me. Stay here for me. I’ll be back shortly. Stay still while I’m gone. Think about me. Nothing but me.”
Your mind wandered while he was gone. Excited for him to return. You thought about your time together. How he had trained you. How sexy he was. How complete. How demanding and yet soothing. How he tore down all barriers you had about yourself. How you trusted in him, like no other. He asked and you complied. He demanded and you submitted. It wasn’t always this way, but lately, you had found comfort in your role.
"My pet," he spoke "you are more beautiful than ever. I went shopping just now, for you. When I got back I watched you, through the window. I sat for the last hour outside, just admiring you. Your poise, your beauty. I am so proud of who you’ve become. I am honored you serve me.
As I watched you, I could see how easily you comply. You never wavered from my request. It was simple, wait for me, in position and think about me. As I watched you, I could tell from your motions that you were. About us, and our time together. I could see you remembering the sensuality as you brushed your hair. I could see you thinking about the punishments as you bit your lip. I could see you imagining the tender and the rough, with your smiles and breathing. 
When I saw that moisture start to form in your crevice in your panties, as the sun shone on your ass, I knew it was time to come in. For I know you were thinking about the love. My pet, I have a present for you, today. Leave the blindfold on, and come kneel at my feet.
Now, pet. Lift the hair from your shoulders and neck. Let’s see if it fits.”

dirtystorytime:

"Is that you? Are you back, Sir?" He had been gone for so long. You waited for him, as he asked. In position. With nothing more than your thoughts. 

"Stay still, pet. I am back. Shhh now. I want to admire you."

You heard him move around the room. You tried to remain perfect for him. He had been gone so long. It was hours, maybe more. You recall his words before he left. They’ve echoed in your mind. “Be a good girl, pet. Sit for me on the bed. Present yourself for me. Stay here for me. I’ll be back shortly. Stay still while I’m gone. Think about me. Nothing but me.”

Your mind wandered while he was gone. Excited for him to return. You thought about your time together. How he had trained you. How sexy he was. How complete. How demanding and yet soothing. How he tore down all barriers you had about yourself. How you trusted in him, like no other. He asked and you complied. He demanded and you submitted. It wasn’t always this way, but lately, you had found comfort in your role.

"My pet," he spoke "you are more beautiful than ever. I went shopping just now, for you. When I got back I watched you, through the window. I sat for the last hour outside, just admiring you. Your poise, your beauty. I am so proud of who you’ve become. I am honored you serve me.

As I watched you, I could see how easily you comply. You never wavered from my request. It was simple, wait for me, in position and think about me. As I watched you, I could tell from your motions that you were. About us, and our time together. I could see you remembering the sensuality as you brushed your hair. I could see you thinking about the punishments as you bit your lip. I could see you imagining the tender and the rough, with your smiles and breathing. 

When I saw that moisture start to form in your crevice in your panties, as the sun shone on your ass, I knew it was time to come in. For I know you were thinking about the love. My pet, I have a present for you, today. Leave the blindfold on, and come kneel at my feet.

Now, pet. Lift the hair from your shoulders and neck. Let’s see if it fits.”

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dirtystorytime:

I know that you’ve been hurt before,but I’m willing to take the time. To get to know your inner child: Your thoughts, your dreams, your mind.
I know it won’t be easy, you have much to protect. I won’t abandon you, however long it takes us to connect.
Your fears, your worries, your scary dreams, The moments when you feel small. I will be there too, supporting, guiding, nurturingYou know I won’t let you fall.
And when I’ve earned your trust,When you give yourself to me,I will forever hold you,And set all your troubles free.
Now take my hand, little one.I’ll make your head whirl.The words you long to hear,"You are my good girl". 

dirtystorytime:

I know that you’ve been hurt before,
but I’m willing to take the time.
To get to know your inner child:
Your thoughts, your dreams, your mind.

I know it won’t be easy,
you have much to protect.
I won’t abandon you,
however long it takes us to connect.

Your fears, your worries, your scary dreams,
The moments when you feel small.
I will be there too, supporting, guiding, nurturing
You know I won’t let you fall.

And when I’ve earned your trust,
When you give yourself to me,
I will forever hold you,
And set all your troubles free.

Now take my hand, little one.
I’ll make your head whirl.
The words you long to hear,
"You are my good girl". 

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dirtystorytime:

I could hear her giggling from the bedroom. Just the faintest little "tee hee hee".
I was in my home office, working. She knew she was supposed to be good. She was supposed to watch her favorite movie. That was all.
"Tee hee hee" she giggled again. It was mildly distracting. Maybe because I wanted to be distracted. “HEY!” I yelled, “Are you being a good girl?”
I heard her audible gasp when I yelled. In her best little girl voice she replied, “Of course I am, Sir.”
I was unconvinced, but I was trying to get some work done. “Ok then.”
"Tee hee hee" she giggled again. “What’s going on in there?” I called out again.
In her little girl voice she replied, “I’m being a good girl, I promise, Sir.”
I could tell she was being deceitful. I decided to tip toe to peek in at her.
I turned the corner around my doorway and saw her. Laying on the bed with her left hand tucked inside her panties and wiggling her fingers. Her eyes were shut and her mouth just a little open. Her right hand under her shirt, which was pulled up halfway on her stomach, teasing her left nipple. And the smile on her face, unmistakable.
"Kitten! I thought you were being a good girl."
My voice caused a number of simultaneous reactions. Her eyes open, her hands pulling in all different directions, and a gasp from her mouth. Her cheeks reddened. She had been caught. She bit her lip and her shoulders shrugged as if she was trying to turtle her neck down inside her body. Her eyes grew big and her mouth turned up in the corners. I could tell I was about to be lied to. And her big brown eyes were already giving me an inability to defend myself.
"I am, but.. But sometimes good girls do naughty things, don’t they?"
"Good girls who do naughty things.. get punished." I stated.
Her lips which were in a semi-smile before now turned into a beaming smile. She was looking forward to this a little too much. She pounced at the opportunity flipped over and presented me her bottom, on all fours. There was a very noticible wet spot in her panties. I tucked a finger in them and tugged upwards, essentially giving her a wedgie and exposing her cheeks. My focus turned to that wet spot rather than her ass. It was intoxicating. I pressed my other hand to it. Gently rubbing the fabric trying to expand the wetness.
"How do you like this, Kitten?"
"Ohhh, I like that.." She purred.
My fingers started to gain purpose. I pressed harder, rubbing bigger circles in the fabric. Intent on making that wet spot grow.
"You know, Kitten, there is still a punishment you’ll have to pay for disturbing me. That giggle of yours is very distracting. Whatever should I do to keep you quiet while I work?"
Again she gasped, slightly. Even though I wasn’t facing her I could tell that her lip bite had recurred. It’s a habit of hers, gasping and biting her lip. “What do you suggest I do to keep you quiet?”
Almost immediately and without thought she asked, “You could cover my mouth?”
This response brought a chuckle. I knew how much she loved my hand over her mouth. “That’s not really a punishment, now is it? I know how you enjoy that.”
"Oh no!" Kitten protested. "I hate when you do that!”
I rubbed my finger up and down her slit. Her panties were completely soaked by now. “Almost as much as you hate how I’m rubbing you right now? No.. I don’t think my hand covering your mouth will do. I think enjoy that..”
"Oh no, Sir! I hate when you do that to me!” She protested in vain. She gasped a little again, “Oh, Sir. You could put your hands around my neck. If I can’t breath I can’t giggle..” she pleaded.
"Oh, I can, can I?" I knew this ‘punishment’ was also something she rather enjoyed as well. "I think you might no dislike that as much as you let on.."
"Oh no!" She exclaimed again. "I hate when you do that!” 
"I have something in mind that I think will not only keep you quiet while I work.. I think you may not enjoy it as much. A true punishment for you, Kitten." With my words I started to slowly relieve her of her panties. "Now wiggle your bottom out of these wet panties. I think they’re in our way."
"Tee hee hee" she giggled again. She turned herself over onto her back again as she let me pull her panties off. Her legs instinctively opened for my hand to return to play.
"Now, Kitten. I think this will muffle your giggles." I growled as I started to squeeze her panties into a ball. I placed my hand over her mouth and squeezed her cheeks. "Be a good girl and open your mouth for me."

dirtystorytime:

I could hear her giggling from the bedroom. Just the faintest little "tee hee hee".

I was in my home office, working. She knew she was supposed to be good. She was supposed to watch her favorite movie. That was all.

"Tee hee hee" she giggled again. It was mildly distracting. Maybe because I wanted to be distracted. “HEY!” I yelled, “Are you being a good girl?”

I heard her audible gasp when I yelled. In her best little girl voice she replied, “Of course I am, Sir.”

I was unconvinced, but I was trying to get some work done. “Ok then.”

"Tee hee hee" she giggled again. “What’s going on in there?” I called out again.

In her little girl voice she replied, “I’m being a good girl, I promise, Sir.”

I could tell she was being deceitful. I decided to tip toe to peek in at her.

I turned the corner around my doorway and saw her. Laying on the bed with her left hand tucked inside her panties and wiggling her fingers. Her eyes were shut and her mouth just a little open. Her right hand under her shirt, which was pulled up halfway on her stomach, teasing her left nipple. And the smile on her face, unmistakable.

"Kitten! I thought you were being a good girl."

My voice caused a number of simultaneous reactions. Her eyes open, her hands pulling in all different directions, and a gasp from her mouth. Her cheeks reddened. She had been caught. She bit her lip and her shoulders shrugged as if she was trying to turtle her neck down inside her body. Her eyes grew big and her mouth turned up in the corners. I could tell I was about to be lied to. And her big brown eyes were already giving me an inability to defend myself.

"I am, but.. But sometimes good girls do naughty things, don’t they?"

"Good girls who do naughty things.. get punished." I stated.

Her lips which were in a semi-smile before now turned into a beaming smile. She was looking forward to this a little too much. She pounced at the opportunity flipped over and presented me her bottom, on all fours. There was a very noticible wet spot in her panties. I tucked a finger in them and tugged upwards, essentially giving her a wedgie and exposing her cheeks. My focus turned to that wet spot rather than her ass. It was intoxicating. I pressed my other hand to it. Gently rubbing the fabric trying to expand the wetness.

"How do you like this, Kitten?"

"Ohhh, I like that.." She purred.

My fingers started to gain purpose. I pressed harder, rubbing bigger circles in the fabric. Intent on making that wet spot grow.

"You know, Kitten, there is still a punishment you’ll have to pay for disturbing me. That giggle of yours is very distracting. Whatever should I do to keep you quiet while I work?"

Again she gasped, slightly. Even though I wasn’t facing her I could tell that her lip bite had recurred. It’s a habit of hers, gasping and biting her lip. “What do you suggest I do to keep you quiet?”

Almost immediately and without thought she asked, “You could cover my mouth?”

This response brought a chuckle. I knew how much she loved my hand over her mouth. “That’s not really a punishment, now is it? I know how you enjoy that.”

"Oh no!" Kitten protested. "I hate when you do that!”

I rubbed my finger up and down her slit. Her panties were completely soaked by now. “Almost as much as you hate how I’m rubbing you right now? No.. I don’t think my hand covering your mouth will do. I think enjoy that..”

"Oh no, Sir! I hate when you do that to me!” She protested in vain. She gasped a little again, “Oh, Sir. You could put your hands around my neck. If I can’t breath I can’t giggle..” she pleaded.

"Oh, I can, can I?" I knew this ‘punishment’ was also something she rather enjoyed as well. "I think you might no dislike that as much as you let on.."

"Oh no!" She exclaimed again. "I hate when you do that!” 

"I have something in mind that I think will not only keep you quiet while I work.. I think you may not enjoy it as much. A true punishment for you, Kitten." With my words I started to slowly relieve her of her panties. "Now wiggle your bottom out of these wet panties. I think they’re in our way."

"Tee hee hee" she giggled again. She turned herself over onto her back again as she let me pull her panties off. Her legs instinctively opened for my hand to return to play.

"Now, Kitten. I think this will muffle your giggles." I growled as I started to squeeze her panties into a ball. I placed my hand over her mouth and squeezed her cheeks. "Be a good girl and open your mouth for me."

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