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:

As we lay together after, just touching and being close. The conversation turned philosophical. “Do you ever wonder,” she said “how you’ll know when you’ve met the one?”
“Nah,” I said “I’ll know”
“How will you know?”
“When I look in her eyes, I’ll see utter awesomeness. I’ll see how she looks back at me, and it will be nothing but love. She will be comfortable with me in her most vulnerable moments. She will cry in my arms when she’s weak. She will comfort me when I have sorrows.
She will laugh at my dumb jokes, and be silly with me when we’re old. When she wants to play the ‘ten names of people you can have a free pass’ game, her name will be the one I write ten times, and when she shows me her list, it will ten times have mine.
She will be the one I want to see first thing in the morning, no make up to hide her beauty, exposed flaws and all. She will be the one I want to fall asleep in the arms of every night for the rest of my life. 
The one will sit on the roof with me, she’ll watch the perfect sunset, stay up with me all night, laughing, playing, talking and in the morning, she’ll turn with me and watch the sun rise. The one will ask where the time went and we’ll both know it was time well spent. She will share my hopes and my dreams. The one will stare adoringly in my eyes and give me strength when I’m unsure of myself.
 I will know she’s the one, because those nights, when I’m out with the boys, drinking, playing pool, or cards.. I’ll wish I was with her. I’ll know because when she calls my cell and I see her name pop up, my heart will race. I’ll always answer that call. I’ll know when I hear her voice and feel at home. I’ll know.
The one is the one who will treat me like a prince. She’ll do all this for me, because I will do all of this for her. She will be my princess, and more. I will sacrifice everything, for her. That is how I will know.”
When I finished speaking there was a moment of complete silence.  She turned to me a little and inhaled like she was going to speak. I put my finger on her lips and whispered “Shhh. Let me admire your eyes, and the utter awesomeness I see within them.” 

dirtystorytime:

As we lay together after, just touching and being close. The conversation turned philosophical. “Do you ever wonder,” she said “how you’ll know when you’ve met the one?”

“Nah,” I said “I’ll know”

“How will you know?”

“When I look in her eyes, I’ll see utter awesomeness. I’ll see how she looks back at me, and it will be nothing but love. She will be comfortable with me in her most vulnerable moments. She will cry in my arms when she’s weak. She will comfort me when I have sorrows.

She will laugh at my dumb jokes, and be silly with me when we’re old. When she wants to play the ‘ten names of people you can have a free pass’ game, her name will be the one I write ten times, and when she shows me her list, it will ten times have mine.

She will be the one I want to see first thing in the morning, no make up to hide her beauty, exposed flaws and all. She will be the one I want to fall asleep in the arms of every night for the rest of my life. 

The one will sit on the roof with me, she’ll watch the perfect sunset, stay up with me all night, laughing, playing, talking and in the morning, she’ll turn with me and watch the sun rise. The one will ask where the time went and we’ll both know it was time well spent. She will share my hopes and my dreams. The one will stare adoringly in my eyes and give me strength when I’m unsure of myself.

 I will know she’s the one, because those nights, when I’m out with the boys, drinking, playing pool, or cards.. I’ll wish I was with her. I’ll know because when she calls my cell and I see her name pop up, my heart will race. I’ll always answer that call. I’ll know when I hear her voice and feel at home. I’ll know.

The one is the one who will treat me like a prince. She’ll do all this for me, because I will do all of this for her. She will be my princess, and more. I will sacrifice everything, for her. That is how I will know.”

When I finished speaking there was a moment of complete silence.  She turned to me a little and inhaled like she was going to speak. I put my finger on her lips and whispered “Shhh. Let me admire your eyes, and the utter awesomeness I see within them.” 

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This was part of a longer piece of writing entitled, “The Pact”. 
dirtystorytime:

8:17 pm
It was pouring rain outside as we left the restaurant. The crashes of thunder and flashes of lightning. 
"Wait here under the canopy. I’ll run and grab the car." Liam said and he started running headlong into the weather.
A moment later he pulled the car up - door to door service. I hopped in quick.
"Thanks!" I said with a smile, still relatively dry. I looked at him and saw him dripping wet from his run in the ran.
As we pulled out of the restaurant and started heading home I noticed the rain was really coming down. It was surprisingly dark. The windshield wipers could hardly keep up even at the fast speed. I was a little scared of the road and the rain. We were no more than five minutes down the road with at least twenty more minutes before we got home. 
"Liam, do you think we can pull over and wait out the rain a bit? It’s coming down awful hard."
"It’s not that bad, we’re almost home, fifteen more miles."
"I’m scared, honestly.. can we please stop?"
He sighed. It was a sound I liked. It meant I was about to get my way.
"Let me at least get to the peak in the hill up there so we can watch the lightning."
There was a bit of a field to the left. We lived a little out of town and the roads were pretty scarce. Not a single car other than ours was in the rain right now. As he promised when we reached the crest of the hill he pulled to the shoulder. 
"Do you ever think how small we are?" He said after a moment of just watching the storm crash all around us. "How nature is so.. so big. How it’s so powerful. Can you feel it when the lightning strikes?"
I thought about his words.. How small we really were. How the universe and all of the other matter that was out there came together, to create. It was a very thoughtful moment.
"You asked me once," he said turning to me, "have I ever made love in a thunderstorm."
The edges of his mouth turned up, into a smile. I remembered,  ”And you answered.. ‘Not yet.’” 
He reached over and pulled at my shirt. Lifting it over my head. His arms found their way to my back and fumbled to undo the clasp on my bra.
"This is crazy!" I exclaimed. But I wasn’t refusing. I pulled my skirt down.
Liam was peeling off his own clothes as fast as I was.
"Let’s go.." he said as he opened the door and ran out into the rain.
I have no clue what was going through my mind, but I followed.
Within seconds of being out of my shelter I was soaked. The rain teeming down only intensified the passion.
He came to me and picked me up in his arms and kissed me. Pulled me to his mouth. Just as a flash of lighting spread across the sky and the sound of thunder rolled across the hill. 
We knelt to the ground, he pushed me onto my back and lay on top of me. We continued to kiss as Mother Nature flexed her muscles around us. The rain pelting down, it was almost too loud to talk, but we more than made up for it with our make-out session on the side of that road. His hands explored me, my breasts, my hair, my stomach. 
Finally his hand found its way between my legs. It was so erotic, being outside, making love, in the rain. The rainwater washing over my face, my breasts, my entire body. Thunder and lightning surrounding us. The electricity of the weather jolting my body. Filling me with desire. And Liam’s hand, fueling that passion.
"Fuck me." I yelled in his ear.
"I can’t.. I’ve already cum four times today, my dick is gonna fall off." He pouted at me.
"Oh, I see how it is, you’re saving it for Amanda, huh?"
"Uhh.. nono. That’s not it.."
I grinned at him. I was teasing. After all, it was our free day. My grin told him so, and he was back to work rubbing my pussy.
"I’m gonna make you cum though!" He exclaimed, before he started to slide down my body. The rain pelting me felt amazing, only adding to the sensations as his mouth now found my clit. I signed and moaned slightly as he exerted pressure with his tongue. My hand covered my face from the rain,
This was my reward for the blowjob he got at dinner, which was only fair. As his tongue ran up and down my pussy lips, his fingers slid inside me. My breathing sped  with every twitch of his hand. His mouth alternated between sliding over my pussy lips and nuzzling on my clit. The feeling was intense. It didn’t take long before I was cumming. My hand instinctively grabbed his hair and ground his face into my pussy. 
The electricity in the skies, carried through my body. My legs shook and my entire body tensed as I started to orgasm. I released his hair and he knew. He climbed up my body and kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on his mouth. 
We lay together for a moment, laughing at how ridiculous this was. Being pelted with rain, lighting crashing around us. Taken by the moment of passion, the spontaneity of it all.
"Let’s get back to the car, let’s go home. We have a guest to prepare for."
Next Installment: 11:23 pm

This was part of a longer piece of writing entitled, “The Pact”. 

dirtystorytime:

8:17 pm

It was pouring rain outside as we left the restaurant. The crashes of thunder and flashes of lightning. 

"Wait here under the canopy. I’ll run and grab the car." Liam said and he started running headlong into the weather.

A moment later he pulled the car up - door to door service. I hopped in quick.

"Thanks!" I said with a smile, still relatively dry. I looked at him and saw him dripping wet from his run in the ran.

As we pulled out of the restaurant and started heading home I noticed the rain was really coming down. It was surprisingly dark. The windshield wipers could hardly keep up even at the fast speed. I was a little scared of the road and the rain. We were no more than five minutes down the road with at least twenty more minutes before we got home. 

"Liam, do you think we can pull over and wait out the rain a bit? It’s coming down awful hard."

"It’s not that bad, we’re almost home, fifteen more miles."

"I’m scared, honestly.. can we please stop?"

He sighed. It was a sound I liked. It meant I was about to get my way.

"Let me at least get to the peak in the hill up there so we can watch the lightning."

There was a bit of a field to the left. We lived a little out of town and the roads were pretty scarce. Not a single car other than ours was in the rain right now. As he promised when we reached the crest of the hill he pulled to the shoulder. 

"Do you ever think how small we are?" He said after a moment of just watching the storm crash all around us. "How nature is so.. so big. How it’s so powerful. Can you feel it when the lightning strikes?"

I thought about his words.. How small we really were. How the universe and all of the other matter that was out there came together, to create. It was a very thoughtful moment.

"You asked me once," he said turning to me, "have I ever made love in a thunderstorm."

The edges of his mouth turned up, into a smile. I remembered,  ”And you answered.. ‘Not yet.’” 

He reached over and pulled at my shirt. Lifting it over my head. His arms found their way to my back and fumbled to undo the clasp on my bra.

"This is crazy!" I exclaimed. But I wasn’t refusing. I pulled my skirt down.

Liam was peeling off his own clothes as fast as I was.

"Let’s go.." he said as he opened the door and ran out into the rain.

I have no clue what was going through my mind, but I followed.

Within seconds of being out of my shelter I was soaked. The rain teeming down only intensified the passion.

He came to me and picked me up in his arms and kissed me. Pulled me to his mouth. Just as a flash of lighting spread across the sky and the sound of thunder rolled across the hill. 

We knelt to the ground, he pushed me onto my back and lay on top of me. We continued to kiss as Mother Nature flexed her muscles around us. The rain pelting down, it was almost too loud to talk, but we more than made up for it with our make-out session on the side of that road. His hands explored me, my breasts, my hair, my stomach. 

Finally his hand found its way between my legs. It was so erotic, being outside, making love, in the rain. The rainwater washing over my face, my breasts, my entire body. Thunder and lightning surrounding us. The electricity of the weather jolting my body. Filling me with desire. And Liam’s hand, fueling that passion.

"Fuck me." I yelled in his ear.

"I can’t.. I’ve already cum four times today, my dick is gonna fall off." He pouted at me.

"Oh, I see how it is, you’re saving it for Amanda, huh?"

"Uhh.. nono. That’s not it.."

I grinned at him. I was teasing. After all, it was our free day. My grin told him so, and he was back to work rubbing my pussy.

"I’m gonna make you cum though!" He exclaimed, before he started to slide down my body. The rain pelting me felt amazing, only adding to the sensations as his mouth now found my clit. I signed and moaned slightly as he exerted pressure with his tongue. My hand covered my face from the rain,

This was my reward for the blowjob he got at dinner, which was only fair. As his tongue ran up and down my pussy lips, his fingers slid inside me. My breathing sped  with every twitch of his hand. His mouth alternated between sliding over my pussy lips and nuzzling on my clit. The feeling was intense. It didn’t take long before I was cumming. My hand instinctively grabbed his hair and ground his face into my pussy. 

The electricity in the skies, carried through my body. My legs shook and my entire body tensed as I started to orgasm. I released his hair and he knew. He climbed up my body and kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on his mouth. 

We lay together for a moment, laughing at how ridiculous this was. Being pelted with rain, lighting crashing around us. Taken by the moment of passion, the spontaneity of it all.

"Let’s get back to the car, let’s go home. We have a guest to prepare for."

Next Installment: 11:23 pm

(Source: sweetsouthern88)

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I often wonder how many of my followers sit at a desk. Working from 9 to 5, like me… Dressed all nice in our ‘office attire’. Well, for those of you out there.. this is for you..
I have nothing to do today. It’s a slow Monday morning, and by lunch time I’m ready to just go home. I drive right past your office on my way home. It’s just a short drive from me.. I could just pop on over to you.. close the blinds so that curious assistant of yours wouldn’t see… but she’d definitely wonder..
I’d approach you with my mouth hanging open, thirsting for you. My eyes stare into yours. I drop to my knees, and lift your skirt. Oh my pleasure in discovering you have already stripped off your panties for me. My eyes still staring into yours, as I flick my tongue out and take a long, slow, luxurious lick up your pussy. Teasing you. Not parting your lips, just outside them. And when I hit the top of your slit, I start that slow, deliberate trek back down.
Did you just lean back in your chair? I think you would if I was licking you. Your legs open for me. Letting me in. My hand wanders up your blouse and I grab a hold of your breast. Right through your bra, Squeezing it. I want to cup it. All the while, my mouth teases outside your pussy lips up and down, slow and sensuously.
Can you feel the warmth of my breath on you? Did you just twitch a little? That was my tongue, slipping up and down your clit. Don’t close your eyes. You’ll miss mine.. still staring at you. My big blue eyes watching you as I bring you to the brink of orgasm. But I am still thirsty. My tongue pushes deeper. It pries your cunt open and I drink from the flow of your juices that are running out of you. My tongue slips deep into you. Extending, fucking your hole. Fucking. Your. Hole.
Will you run your hand through my hair. Pressing on the back of my had. Or will you be pulling at my tie. Trying to help me get deeper inside you? Both.. I hope. Grind yourself on my face. Pull me in, closer as you grind. Yank on that tie, moving my head. You can command my face. You can command my tongue. You can determine where I lick.. But so long as I keep staring deeply into your eyes.. You know who’s in charge. I am solely in command of you.. Cumming. And I’m in charge of when that happens. Not yet.
Your nipples harden under your bra. It must come off. Let me knead them. Hand on flesh. Pinching your nipples. Squeezing and groping you. My face rises from your pussy and traces my way up your body. Teasing and lingering on your belly button.. and higher. I suck in your nipple and flick my tongue back and forth on your breast. Never breaking eye contact. Staring at you. But I don’t want your pussy to be lonely. 
My hand lowers. My fingers press your clit. Circling, twitching.. sliding down your lips again and entering you. My middle finger slides inside you, slowly at first, then to a more rapid pace of slipping in and out.
We kiss, and my fingers start to bring you to the brink. My thumb pressing on your clit. My fingers sliding in and out. You start to tremble and quake. Your legs, your hips thrusting on my hand. Beckoning me deeper. Driving yourself, fucking my hand with your cunt.
I cover your mouth from screaming. My voice whispering in your ear, “Cum for me. Cum all over my fucking hand. Soak me…”
And when you do, when your pussy is leaking your cum all over me, when you are shaking and contracting involuntarily all over my hand, I quickly return my mouth to your pussy.. drinking from you again. Coaxing your juices out. Devouring you. Tasting you. My god how I want to taste you…
Have a good day at work :) Oh, how I’d love to see how ruined you are right now..

I often wonder how many of my followers sit at a desk. Working from 9 to 5, like me… Dressed all nice in our ‘office attire’. Well, for those of you out there.. this is for you..

I have nothing to do today. It’s a slow Monday morning, and by lunch time I’m ready to just go home. I drive right past your office on my way home. It’s just a short drive from me.. I could just pop on over to you.. close the blinds so that curious assistant of yours wouldn’t see… but she’d definitely wonder..

I’d approach you with my mouth hanging open, thirsting for you. My eyes stare into yours. I drop to my knees, and lift your skirt. Oh my pleasure in discovering you have already stripped off your panties for me. My eyes still staring into yours, as I flick my tongue out and take a long, slow, luxurious lick up your pussy. Teasing you. Not parting your lips, just outside them. And when I hit the top of your slit, I start that slow, deliberate trek back down.

Did you just lean back in your chair? I think you would if I was licking you. Your legs open for me. Letting me in. My hand wanders up your blouse and I grab a hold of your breast. Right through your bra, Squeezing it. I want to cup it. All the while, my mouth teases outside your pussy lips up and down, slow and sensuously.

Can you feel the warmth of my breath on you? Did you just twitch a little? That was my tongue, slipping up and down your clit. Don’t close your eyes. You’ll miss mine.. still staring at you. My big blue eyes watching you as I bring you to the brink of orgasm. But I am still thirsty. My tongue pushes deeper. It pries your cunt open and I drink from the flow of your juices that are running out of you. My tongue slips deep into you. Extending, fucking your hole. Fucking. Your. Hole.

Will you run your hand through my hair. Pressing on the back of my had. Or will you be pulling at my tie. Trying to help me get deeper inside you? Both.. I hope. Grind yourself on my face. Pull me in, closer as you grind. Yank on that tie, moving my head. You can command my face. You can command my tongue. You can determine where I lick.. But so long as I keep staring deeply into your eyes.. You know who’s in charge. I am solely in command of you.. Cumming. And I’m in charge of when that happens. Not yet.

Your nipples harden under your bra. It must come off. Let me knead them. Hand on flesh. Pinching your nipples. Squeezing and groping you. My face rises from your pussy and traces my way up your body. Teasing and lingering on your belly button.. and higher. I suck in your nipple and flick my tongue back and forth on your breast. Never breaking eye contact. Staring at you. But I don’t want your pussy to be lonely. 

My hand lowers. My fingers press your clit. Circling, twitching.. sliding down your lips again and entering you. My middle finger slides inside you, slowly at first, then to a more rapid pace of slipping in and out.

We kiss, and my fingers start to bring you to the brink. My thumb pressing on your clit. My fingers sliding in and out. You start to tremble and quake. Your legs, your hips thrusting on my hand. Beckoning me deeper. Driving yourself, fucking my hand with your cunt.

I cover your mouth from screaming. My voice whispering in your ear, “Cum for me. Cum all over my fucking hand. Soak me…”

And when you do, when your pussy is leaking your cum all over me, when you are shaking and contracting involuntarily all over my hand, I quickly return my mouth to your pussy.. drinking from you again. Coaxing your juices out. Devouring you. Tasting you. My god how I want to taste you…

Have a good day at work :) Oh, how I’d love to see how ruined you are right now..

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sweetsouthern88:

dirtystorytime:

11:49 pm
“Sweetie, do you know what paddywhacks are?” I ask.
“I.. think I do.” You reply.
“Your birthday is almost over, I totally forgot. I think you’ll like them. Do you.. if I said I was going to give you paddywhacks, would that be ok?”
Your puzzled look at me told me. You didn’t know what paddywhacks are. And it made me grin.
“Let me explain what paddywhacks are. Come over here, lie on my lap?”
Your puzzled look continued, but you obeyed. “Now slide down a bit, towards the end of the bed. Just like that.”
I smiled as you moved. You looked back at me as I ran my hand through your hair. Your eyes shut as you started to enjoy this. I put my right hand on your ass and started to massage. Just the palm of my hand and little squeezes with my fingers. Kneading their way in. “This is nice. Is this ‘paddywhacks’? Feels like a bum massage to me.”
“This isn’t quite paddywhacks. Here, let me show you.”
My hand lifted slightly from your bum, and came down for a gentle slap. It was greeted with an “Ooohh,” from you, showing your approval. “I think I might really like this.”
Alternating cheeks I gave a few more light slaps. Some rubbing of the bum ensues, and my hand kneads your flesh a bit more. “So, paddywhacks are little spankings. You get one for every year of age. We’re at four, so you have twenty to go.”
Your eyes remained shut. It had been a long day so far, and this might just be a good way to finish it. I’m sure that’s what you were thinking, and hoping for. Only, I had a slight twist to normal paddywhacks in mind. My light spankings were about to start to increase in pressure.
Again, alternating cheeks and adding a slight bit of pressure, I spank, two more slaps on each cheek, in succession. “MmMmmMm,” you moan, “I’m really liking this. Why have I never heard of this before?”
My hand in your hair tightens and twists. I add a little pressure to the back of your head so as to keep you in place. Still alternating cheeks, four more spanks. In rapider succession, and yet still a little harder than before. “Any harder and you’re going to bruise me. No harder, ok?”
“Oh, I’m sorry little one, is that hurting a little? I didn’t mean to do that.” I smiled a little as the words came out of my mouth. “Shall I stop? We’re only halfway done.” I mentioned.
“No, no, it’s ok. I really do enjoy this game.”
With your consent I continue, not that I was going to stop anyways. That’s half the fun of giving out paddywhacks. On your birthday, they’re mandatory. Saying no just makes it a little more fun, for me at least. For when you say no, there’s a bit of a chase, a bit of wrestling, a bit of holding and restraining. Hands behind your back, while you struggle to get away. At this point, you were still consenting, so.. no fighting yet.
Still, alternating cheeks and in rapid succession, four more strikes. These.. were harder yet, and with them, I could start to see your ass turn red. Your hips start to wiggle as I slap. Your hands start to move. “Umm..” I don’t let you finish that thought.
Four more slaps on your ass, right away. Harder. As I slap your hips gyrate back and forth and your hands try to get in the way. Your head tries to turn to protest, but I grab hard in your hair and push your head down. “Stop. Stop.. That hurts.”
“Oh, but babygirl, you only have four left. You don’t want to give up now do you?” My hand traced the 
“Yes, it hurts!”
“Don’t make me get the cuffs out. Four more to go, and you’re done. I know you can do it. Do it for me?” You hesitate. A little hurt, but, you do admit that it could be much, much worse. I have spanked you much harder. I have cuffed you, I have restrained you. I could have been a lot rougher, grabbing you. Squeezing your legs and arms. You knew I was capable of much more. So, yes.. you were enjoying this. And I remind you of that fact, by running my thumb up your slit and into your soaking pussy. I push deep and let it sit there.
“Four more.” you consent. Your eyes shut again as you brace yourself. Your hands grip the bed. I am methodical. First slap to your left ass cheek. It stings right away. Your ass is glowing. Instead of alternating, I continue. Same cheek.. although, you don’t know this. You are caught off guard with the slap to the same side. You were expecting it to be on your right. I follow with a quick slap on your right, and again a pause. Massage, light caresses. My thumb slips back inside you. Squeezing, and twitching. “One my, baby. Are you going to cum as I slap? I want you to. Pleasure and Pain. Cum for me baby.” Your moans start to grow, your legs again twitch. How many times in 1 day can you cum? Is there a limit. My thumb twitches and my fingers stretch to rub your clit. You start to moan, you start to quake. Little tremors in your legs as you grip your hands on the bed. 
“I’m cumming.. oh fuck yes.” And with those words I pull my hand from you to deliver the last slap.
“Happy Birthday baby! 24. I hope you enjoyed your first paddywhacks.”
Next installment 3:11 am

Mmmm perfect 24hrs! :)

sweetsouthern88:

dirtystorytime:

11:49 pm

“Sweetie, do you know what paddywhacks are?” I ask.

“I.. think I do.” You reply.

“Your birthday is almost over, I totally forgot. I think you’ll like them. Do you.. if I said I was going to give you paddywhacks, would that be ok?”

Your puzzled look at me told me. You didn’t know what paddywhacks are. And it made me grin.

“Let me explain what paddywhacks are. Come over here, lie on my lap?”

Your puzzled look continued, but you obeyed. “Now slide down a bit, towards the end of the bed. Just like that.”

I smiled as you moved. You looked back at me as I ran my hand through your hair. Your eyes shut as you started to enjoy this. I put my right hand on your ass and started to massage. Just the palm of my hand and little squeezes with my fingers. Kneading their way in. “This is nice. Is this ‘paddywhacks’? Feels like a bum massage to me.”

“This isn’t quite paddywhacks. Here, let me show you.”

My hand lifted slightly from your bum, and came down for a gentle slap. It was greeted with an “Ooohh,” from you, showing your approval. “I think I might really like this.”

Alternating cheeks I gave a few more light slaps. Some rubbing of the bum ensues, and my hand kneads your flesh a bit more. “So, paddywhacks are little spankings. You get one for every year of age. We’re at four, so you have twenty to go.”

Your eyes remained shut. It had been a long day so far, and this might just be a good way to finish it. I’m sure that’s what you were thinking, and hoping for. Only, I had a slight twist to normal paddywhacks in mind. My light spankings were about to start to increase in pressure.

Again, alternating cheeks and adding a slight bit of pressure, I spank, two more slaps on each cheek, in succession. “MmMmmMm,” you moan, “I’m really liking this. Why have I never heard of this before?”

My hand in your hair tightens and twists. I add a little pressure to the back of your head so as to keep you in place. Still alternating cheeks, four more spanks. In rapider succession, and yet still a little harder than before. “Any harder and you’re going to bruise me. No harder, ok?”

“Oh, I’m sorry little one, is that hurting a little? I didn’t mean to do that.” I smiled a little as the words came out of my mouth. “Shall I stop? We’re only halfway done.” I mentioned.

“No, no, it’s ok. I really do enjoy this game.”

With your consent I continue, not that I was going to stop anyways. That’s half the fun of giving out paddywhacks. On your birthday, they’re mandatory. Saying no just makes it a little more fun, for me at least. For when you say no, there’s a bit of a chase, a bit of wrestling, a bit of holding and restraining. Hands behind your back, while you struggle to get away. At this point, you were still consenting, so.. no fighting yet.

Still, alternating cheeks and in rapid succession, four more strikes. These.. were harder yet, and with them, I could start to see your ass turn red. Your hips start to wiggle as I slap. Your hands start to move. “Umm..” I don’t let you finish that thought.

Four more slaps on your ass, right away. Harder. As I slap your hips gyrate back and forth and your hands try to get in the way. Your head tries to turn to protest, but I grab hard in your hair and push your head down. “Stop. Stop.. That hurts.”

“Oh, but babygirl, you only have four left. You don’t want to give up now do you?” My hand traced the 

“Yes, it hurts!”

“Don’t make me get the cuffs out. Four more to go, and you’re done. I know you can do it. Do it for me?” You hesitate. A little hurt, but, you do admit that it could be much, much worse. I have spanked you much harder. I have cuffed you, I have restrained you. I could have been a lot rougher, grabbing you. Squeezing your legs and arms. You knew I was capable of much more. So, yes.. you were enjoying this. And I remind you of that fact, by running my thumb up your slit and into your soaking pussy. I push deep and let it sit there.

“Four more.” you consent. Your eyes shut again as you brace yourself. Your hands grip the bed. I am methodical. First slap to your left ass cheek. It stings right away. Your ass is glowing. Instead of alternating, I continue. Same cheek.. although, you don’t know this. You are caught off guard with the slap to the same side. You were expecting it to be on your right. I follow with a quick slap on your right, and again a pause. Massage, light caresses. My thumb slips back inside you. Squeezing, and twitching. “One my, baby. Are you going to cum as I slap? I want you to. Pleasure and Pain. Cum for me baby.” Your moans start to grow, your legs again twitch. How many times in 1 day can you cum? Is there a limit. My thumb twitches and my fingers stretch to rub your clit. You start to moan, you start to quake. Little tremors in your legs as you grip your hands on the bed. 

“I’m cumming.. oh fuck yes.” And with those words I pull my hand from you to deliver the last slap.

“Happy Birthday baby! 24. I hope you enjoyed your first paddywhacks.”

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dirtystorytime:

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

dirtystorytime:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Feet too."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hands behind your back."

"Behind?" she questioned.

"Behind," I firmly responded.

"But, I lik—"

"BEHIND."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Forgot…what?" she almost whined.

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

"A PEN?!" She exclaimed exacerbated.

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

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

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

"Who is the note for?"

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

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

The one on the front door simply reads:

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

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

The second note reads:

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

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

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

(Source: sissischlegel2012)

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dirtystorytime:

I know you’re wet with anticipation. I know you want me inside you. But I want to tease you just a little more first. So for now, you just get the tip of my cock. That’s all. I can play this game all day. Say the words I want to hear. Tell me you want me to fuck you, hard, now.
Not just yet. I think I want to rub my cock up and down your slit a bit more. Tease my cock head on your clit. I don’t think you want it enough just yet. There’s some tell tale signs I wait for. Your finger in your mouth, then rubbing your clit, back to your mouth to taste your honey. It tells me you are just that horny. Your eyes, looking back over your shoulder, saying “Please, please fuck me.” Or that first drip of wetness that breaks through your pussy lips, the one that tells me, you’re ready for my cock.
Until then, just the tip. I know just how much it drives you crazy. Oh the sweet satisfaction of making you beg for me.

dirtystorytime:

I know you’re wet with anticipation. I know you want me inside you. But I want to tease you just a little more first. So for now, you just get the tip of my cock. That’s all. I can play this game all day. Say the words I want to hear. Tell me you want me to fuck you, hard, now.

Not just yet. I think I want to rub my cock up and down your slit a bit more. Tease my cock head on your clit. I don’t think you want it enough just yet. There’s some tell tale signs I wait for. Your finger in your mouth, then rubbing your clit, back to your mouth to taste your honey. It tells me you are just that horny. Your eyes, looking back over your shoulder, saying “Please, please fuck me.” Or that first drip of wetness that breaks through your pussy lips, the one that tells me, you’re ready for my cock.

Until then, just the tip. I know just how much it drives you crazy. Oh the sweet satisfaction of making you beg for me.

(Source: pussyalwaysonmymind)

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dirtystorytime:

“I love it Daddy!” she smiled, giddy with excitement.
She pulled the cape out of the box and cloaked herself in it. “I really really love it!” She said again.
“It’s your costume, for Halloween. You should put it away, Princess.” I said.
“But.. Daddy! I love it so much, can we just go for a little walk? I promise I won’t get it dirty…”
“A little walk, Princess?”
Your bright green eyes lit up. You knew you were going to get your way. You jumped up and ran to the bedroom while yelling, “I’ll be right back, I need to put it on!”
As I sat and waited, I realized it was taking too long. I looked out the window as the sun was starting to set. Yes, this was a bad idea, indeed.
Finally she emerged from the bedroom. The satin red cloak was long and perfect on her, “You look great, Princess.” I said
Crimson lipstick on her face. Mascara, eye liner and blush. She didn’t look like the same girl I knew. She was sophisticated. Her head turned sideways and she breathed, “I’m not your Princess tonight, let’s go for that walk.”
Out behind our house, down a bit of a lane way there was a forest, it was nice, secluded usually and had a creek that winded through the edge of town. She strode confidently ahead of me. A few feet from the edge of the trees she turned back and yelled over her shoulder, “I’ll race you to grandma’s house, Mister Hunter. Please protect me from the big bad wolf!” And with that she started to run into the forest.
I knew this was a bad idea. And I started to run in after her. It was dark, there was some moonlight that shone through the trees and the leaves. The occasional light from a street lamp or apartment surrounding the forest. I wasn’t in the mood to trip and fall over a tree root or fallen branch so I stopped my run. I could hear some breathing to my side and started over that way. At least the forest was dry, and not musty and wet. When it’s hard to see where you’re being led, you start to rely on your other senses. I could hear twigs and the rustle of leaves to my right. 
I turned and crept silently towards you. Peering through trees. Then I heard her yell “You’re not very good at hide and seek!” From back towards the pathway. I took off running back. Her giggle echoed around me. It was as if she was 5 feet away, but she was nowhere to be seen. I turned quickly and tripped over a stump. I landed with a thud on the ground. Behind me I heard her giggle again, and a little cute voiced, “Oopsie!”.
I was growing frustrated with this game. I decided to think more like a hunter rather than the hunted. I got up and brushed myself off. I ducked under a branch and stomped my feet towards the light leading out of the forest. Then I turned and hid behind a tree. I held my breath as I waited.
And then I saw you. Standing facing away, towards the pathway, peeking out from behind a tree. You didn’t anticipate me coming. I continued to sneak up behind you, and when I reached you I wrapped my hand around your mouth from behind. My hand covered you so you couldn’t scream. Your muffled cries died in my hand. My left hand wrapped around your chest. Your hand pinned under it. Your right hand started to flail as if to try to defend yourself. To strike me away. It was futile.
I grabbed the hand I controlled and pulled it behind you. I pressed my body against it, as I pushed you towards a large tree. My free hand found the slit in your cape. I pulled it open and pushed my hand down between your legs. You twisted and squirmed in resistance. I pushed my fingers between your legs. Touching your clit. Roughly rubbing it. A finger slid between your lips and I could feel just how wet you were. “Mine. You are my dirty girl.”
I whispered in your ear, “I win this game, babygirl. And now I want a prize.”
I could feel your body loosen up. All the fright and tension relieved at my voice. I let my hand around your mouth relax, and you turned to me to say, “Daddy, you scared me!” You exhaled a few times, catching your breath, before saying “Are you my hunter, protecting and saving me?”
“I could be.. or maybe I’m the big bad wolf in disguise. Here to eat you up.”
My hand around your waist spun you to me and pulled you in close. I embraced you as I snarled, “I want to take you right fucking here.”
I thrust my hands between the fabric of the cape. I opened the fabric to reveal you. You had put on a corset underneath. My eyes scanned down your body and back up. Fishnet stockings, with red bows on your thighs. That sexy black corset. No panties. 
I knelt down in front of you and flashed my teeth. I pushed apart your legs and my tongue found you. Warm and wet. Waiting for me to taste you. My breath exhaled against you and the crisp autumn night. Your head pitched back and the hood fell clear. As I looked up your eyes closed, and you started to moan.
I was not to be so kind on this evening though. Satisfied with your scent on my face I stood. My hand gripped your golden hair. I twisted my fingers to control you. The red bow you had worn wrung in my hand. I pushed you forward so you were bent over a stump of a tree. I forced you down to your knees, and pushed you over. A quick tug of fabric and your ass was facing me. I unfastened my belt and dropped my pants. I thrust my cock in you. My elbow on your back. My hand still wrapped in your hair. I am fast and rough in my fucking you. Short, shallow thrusts. I whisper in your ear “Touch your pussy. Use your hand, rub your clit.” And you do.
My right hand free and I start to strike your ass. Slapping over and over. My hips punishing your ass when I thrust in, and my hand as I pull back out. I can hear you grunting on every thrust and whimpering on every spanking. I am pulling your hair so hard your head is forced back, looking upwards to the sky. Your body is writhing to escape me. My hands shoot to your shoulders. My fingers dig into your flesh as I grasp you. Pulling you onto my cock with every forward stroke. Your breath is hard and rapid. I can see every time you exhale as your breath shows against the cold air. 
The contractions in your pussy start to grip my cock. I know you are coming, but I don’t relent. Your moans and cries are audible, and my hand shifts again, from your shoulder to lean around to cover your mouth. As exposed as we are, we don’t want to draw attention. “Shhhhh little one. Shhhh”
Your head turned and your eyes fluttered at me. I could feel your mouth open as I cupped it with my hand. As I fucked you from behind I could hear very faint squeals from behind my hand. Watching your eyes roll back in your head as I pumped my cock into you was too much to take.
My stomach tightened and my balls started to expel my cum. I grabbed at the base of my cock as I spun you around to me. Your mouth hung open as I guided my cock into your mouth, and let go of my cock as my cum spilled out all at once. Your tongue flicked the underside of my cock head as my body twitched. You closed your mouth and took me fully in your mouth. My head flung back as you cleaned our juices from my cock. 
“You’re my good girl, Princess.”

dirtystorytime:

“I love it Daddy!” she smiled, giddy with excitement.

She pulled the cape out of the box and cloaked herself in it. “I really really love it!” She said again.

“It’s your costume, for Halloween. You should put it away, Princess.” I said.

“But.. Daddy! I love it so much, can we just go for a little walk? I promise I won’t get it dirty…”

“A little walk, Princess?”

Your bright green eyes lit up. You knew you were going to get your way. You jumped up and ran to the bedroom while yelling, “I’ll be right back, I need to put it on!”

As I sat and waited, I realized it was taking too long. I looked out the window as the sun was starting to set. Yes, this was a bad idea, indeed.

Finally she emerged from the bedroom. The satin red cloak was long and perfect on her, “You look great, Princess.” I said

Crimson lipstick on her face. Mascara, eye liner and blush. She didn’t look like the same girl I knew. She was sophisticated. Her head turned sideways and she breathed, “I’m not your Princess tonight, let’s go for that walk.”

Out behind our house, down a bit of a lane way there was a forest, it was nice, secluded usually and had a creek that winded through the edge of town. She strode confidently ahead of me. A few feet from the edge of the trees she turned back and yelled over her shoulder, “I’ll race you to grandma’s house, Mister Hunter. Please protect me from the big bad wolf!” And with that she started to run into the forest.

I knew this was a bad idea. And I started to run in after her. It was dark, there was some moonlight that shone through the trees and the leaves. The occasional light from a street lamp or apartment surrounding the forest. I wasn’t in the mood to trip and fall over a tree root or fallen branch so I stopped my run. I could hear some breathing to my side and started over that way. At least the forest was dry, and not musty and wet. When it’s hard to see where you’re being led, you start to rely on your other senses. I could hear twigs and the rustle of leaves to my right. 

I turned and crept silently towards you. Peering through trees. Then I heard her yell “You’re not very good at hide and seek!” From back towards the pathway. I took off running back. Her giggle echoed around me. It was as if she was 5 feet away, but she was nowhere to be seen. I turned quickly and tripped over a stump. I landed with a thud on the ground. Behind me I heard her giggle again, and a little cute voiced, “Oopsie!”.

I was growing frustrated with this game. I decided to think more like a hunter rather than the hunted. I got up and brushed myself off. I ducked under a branch and stomped my feet towards the light leading out of the forest. Then I turned and hid behind a tree. I held my breath as I waited.

And then I saw you. Standing facing away, towards the pathway, peeking out from behind a tree. You didn’t anticipate me coming. I continued to sneak up behind you, and when I reached you I wrapped my hand around your mouth from behind. My hand covered you so you couldn’t scream. Your muffled cries died in my hand. My left hand wrapped around your chest. Your hand pinned under it. Your right hand started to flail as if to try to defend yourself. To strike me away. It was futile.

I grabbed the hand I controlled and pulled it behind you. I pressed my body against it, as I pushed you towards a large tree. My free hand found the slit in your cape. I pulled it open and pushed my hand down between your legs. You twisted and squirmed in resistance. I pushed my fingers between your legs. Touching your clit. Roughly rubbing it. A finger slid between your lips and I could feel just how wet you were. “Mine. You are my dirty girl.”

I whispered in your ear, “I win this game, babygirl. And now I want a prize.”

I could feel your body loosen up. All the fright and tension relieved at my voice. I let my hand around your mouth relax, and you turned to me to say, “Daddy, you scared me!” You exhaled a few times, catching your breath, before saying “Are you my hunter, protecting and saving me?”

“I could be.. or maybe I’m the big bad wolf in disguise. Here to eat you up.”

My hand around your waist spun you to me and pulled you in close. I embraced you as I snarled, “I want to take you right fucking here.”

I thrust my hands between the fabric of the cape. I opened the fabric to reveal you. You had put on a corset underneath. My eyes scanned down your body and back up. Fishnet stockings, with red bows on your thighs. That sexy black corset. No panties. 

I knelt down in front of you and flashed my teeth. I pushed apart your legs and my tongue found you. Warm and wet. Waiting for me to taste you. My breath exhaled against you and the crisp autumn night. Your head pitched back and the hood fell clear. As I looked up your eyes closed, and you started to moan.

I was not to be so kind on this evening though. Satisfied with your scent on my face I stood. My hand gripped your golden hair. I twisted my fingers to control you. The red bow you had worn wrung in my hand. I pushed you forward so you were bent over a stump of a tree. I forced you down to your knees, and pushed you over. A quick tug of fabric and your ass was facing me. I unfastened my belt and dropped my pants. I thrust my cock in you. My elbow on your back. My hand still wrapped in your hair. I am fast and rough in my fucking you. Short, shallow thrusts. I whisper in your ear “Touch your pussy. Use your hand, rub your clit.” And you do.

My right hand free and I start to strike your ass. Slapping over and over. My hips punishing your ass when I thrust in, and my hand as I pull back out. I can hear you grunting on every thrust and whimpering on every spanking. I am pulling your hair so hard your head is forced back, looking upwards to the sky. Your body is writhing to escape me. My hands shoot to your shoulders. My fingers dig into your flesh as I grasp you. Pulling you onto my cock with every forward stroke. Your breath is hard and rapid. I can see every time you exhale as your breath shows against the cold air. 

The contractions in your pussy start to grip my cock. I know you are coming, but I don’t relent. Your moans and cries are audible, and my hand shifts again, from your shoulder to lean around to cover your mouth. As exposed as we are, we don’t want to draw attention. “Shhhhh little one. Shhhh”

Your head turned and your eyes fluttered at me. I could feel your mouth open as I cupped it with my hand. As I fucked you from behind I could hear very faint squeals from behind my hand. Watching your eyes roll back in your head as I pumped my cock into you was too much to take.

My stomach tightened and my balls started to expel my cum. I grabbed at the base of my cock as I spun you around to me. Your mouth hung open as I guided my cock into your mouth, and let go of my cock as my cum spilled out all at once. Your tongue flicked the underside of my cock head as my body twitched. You closed your mouth and took me fully in your mouth. My head flung back as you cleaned our juices from my cock. 

“You’re my good girl, Princess.”

(Source: shutterbugshorty, via dirtystorytime)

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dirtystorytime:

"I need new clothes," she whined. I could hear the pout on her face before I even turned around.
I smiled as I did turn towards her. She stood in the doorway to my office completely naked. Her big brown eyes got me every time. But I wasn’t giving in right away, “I have absolutely no objections to what you’re wearing.”
"I’m not wearing anything!”
I turned back again and smiled, “I know, that’s why I’m not objecting.”
She reached her hands over her head and arched her back. Her head fell back and her breasts heaved forward. Her nipples poked upward as she stretched. She looked exquisite. It was only a matter of time before I gave in.
Her head turned towards me as she twisted her lithe body for my benefit. It was as if she was moving to a slow song that only she could hear, dancing in place without moving her feet. Her hips gyrated and her shoulders shrugged and fell, “let’s go shopping, please?”
"But I’m working," I feigned an objection and turned away again, back to my laptop to try to avoid her distraction. Of course, it was too late. I was already distracted. I couldn’t help but subtly turn and try to see what she was up to out of the corner of my eye. And then I heard the crinkle. I watched as she was pulling the plastic cover up off of the dress shirt that I had retrieved from the dry cleaners on my way home from work.
"What are you doing?" 
"I don’t have clothes, so I’m going to wear yours," she stated triumphantly. I watched as she undid the top button, lifted the shirt over her head, and pulled it down over her shoulders. 
"You know I had that shirt dry cleaned for my presentation tomorrow. Stop playing."
She lifted her index finger to her mouth. I knew what was coming. She opened her mouth slightly and pursed her lips to surround her finger as she slid it slowly into her mouth. I knew it was coming, and I couldn’t look away. She opened her mouth again as she withdrew her finger. I knew it was coming, I couldn’t look away, and my cock was starting to grow. Her lips closed again and her finger started to disappear between her lips again. My mouth felt dry. I swallowed. Before I even realized it, the words just fell out of my mouth, “let’s go shopping.”
Her entire face lit up. The tease stopped. I took a deep breath and exhaled, “my shirt?”
She shook her head with a grin on her face, “my shirt now. It’ll go nicely with my black skirt.”
"I need that shirt for my presentation tomorrow," I sighed. Her pout returned and her finger lifted again to tug on her lower lip. I shook my head and turned away, conceding, "just…don’t get it dirty."
She smiled as she twirled to find her black skirt. Realizing I had once again been manipulated, I reluctantly stood up and headed towards the front door to the car.
Thankfully it was only a few blocks to the mall. The yammering on about pretty blouses and pink bows was almost intolerable. The little one exuded exuberance, bouncing in the car seat the entire way. Pulling into the parking garage I noticed it was almost empty. I turned a corner and pulled into a spot near a stairwell.
I leaped from the car and rounded to her door. Ever the gentleman, I opened it for her and extended my right hand to her . She smiled and her eyes raised to mine. Being the cheeky girl she is, she opened her legs wide and leaned back, flashing me, before she stepped out of the vehicle.
"Did you enjoy that?" I asked as we walked towards the stairs
She nodded, “I did.”
"Does the idea of being shown off in public excite you?" I stopped abruptly, tugged at her hand and turned her towards me. Pushing her back up against the concrete wall. My hand slid between her legs as I felt between her legs. She gasped in my ear, her legs immediately beginning to quiver.
"Oh…fuck," was all the response she could muster.
My fingers pressed between her pussy lips, while I undid the buttons on myshirt. I pressed my lips to hers. We kissed, violent and aggressive kisses. I pressed again on her clit. She gasped again, almost breathless. My mouth muffled her moans and cries. She bit down hard on my lip as she started to cum. Her body, twitching. I slowed the movements of my hand as her head fell back and her breath returned.
Her hands fell to my pants and started to try to unbutton and unzip me. I lifted both hands up the insides of my shirt, easing it open and exposing her. I reached her shoulders, gave her one last kiss and pushed her down.
Her hand pulled my cock out of my pants as she knelt before me. She started to stroke my cock and her tongue flicked out and held just below the underside of my cock.
I groaned, “you little fucking cock tease. Suck it…”
The warmth of her breath on my cock was killing me. Her eyes turned up to watch me. Her mouth opened wide and she pushed forward, inching me inside her, surrounding my penis. She still hadn’t touched me; not with her mouth. I was throbbing hard from the anticipation though. 
"I’m about to grab hold of your head and ram my cock in you," I growled.
She pulled her mouth back, giving my cock head a little flick of her tongue saying, “promises, promises…”
My eyes widened at her insolence, “I just want to help out so we can get to that shopping you’re so excited about.”
Her expression changed, and her mouth opened again to accept me in. Only this time she started to suck my cock with purpose. She stroked my shaft and worked her mouth in unison. Her other hand started to knead my balls as she sucked. My knees felt instantly weakened, and I slumped forward, throwing my hands against the wall to steady myself.
"Just like that, babygirl…Just like that," I moaned. My eyes opened and shut, trying to watch her work. Her eyes never wavered from mine. My hips started to press forward, pushing her back towards the wall again. I could feel the muscles in my ass flexing and releasing. Her mouth was too good to resist. 
"I’m gonna cum," I gasped. My balls started to twitch. She opened her mouth for me and stuck out her tongue. She knew I loved watching it splash into her mouth. I reached down to try to control myself, as I squirted towards her mouth. My streams hit the mark for the most part. I looked down as she swirled her tongue with the growing pool of my semen. 
"Are you going to be a good girl, Princess?" I prompted.
She nodded and tilted her head back as she swallowed, before opening her mouth and cleaning my cock with her tongue. She swirled her tongue and licked, making sure she got every last drop. 
She smiled and stood and we kissed again. I noticed there was some cum on her face, my aim wasn’t perfect after all.
"You still have some on you?" I asked.
"It’s okay," she responded, "I’ll clean it off on something in the store. I don’t want to get your shirt dirty."

dirtystorytime:

"I need new clothes," she whined. I could hear the pout on her face before I even turned around.

I smiled as I did turn towards her. She stood in the doorway to my office completely naked. Her big brown eyes got me every time. But I wasn’t giving in right away, “I have absolutely no objections to what you’re wearing.”

"I’m not wearing anything!”

I turned back again and smiled, “I know, that’s why I’m not objecting.”

She reached her hands over her head and arched her back. Her head fell back and her breasts heaved forward. Her nipples poked upward as she stretched. She looked exquisite. It was only a matter of time before I gave in.

Her head turned towards me as she twisted her lithe body for my benefit. It was as if she was moving to a slow song that only she could hear, dancing in place without moving her feet. Her hips gyrated and her shoulders shrugged and fell, “let’s go shopping, please?”

"But I’m working," I feigned an objection and turned away again, back to my laptop to try to avoid her distraction. Of course, it was too late. I was already distracted. I couldn’t help but subtly turn and try to see what she was up to out of the corner of my eye. And then I heard the crinkle. I watched as she was pulling the plastic cover up off of the dress shirt that I had retrieved from the dry cleaners on my way home from work.

"What are you doing?" 

"I don’t have clothes, so I’m going to wear yours," she stated triumphantly. I watched as she undid the top button, lifted the shirt over her head, and pulled it down over her shoulders. 

"You know I had that shirt dry cleaned for my presentation tomorrow. Stop playing."

She lifted her index finger to her mouth. I knew what was coming. She opened her mouth slightly and pursed her lips to surround her finger as she slid it slowly into her mouth. I knew it was coming, and I couldn’t look away. She opened her mouth again as she withdrew her finger. I knew it was coming, I couldn’t look away, and my cock was starting to grow. Her lips closed again and her finger started to disappear between her lips again. My mouth felt dry. I swallowed. Before I even realized it, the words just fell out of my mouth, “let’s go shopping.”

Her entire face lit up. The tease stopped. I took a deep breath and exhaled, “my shirt?”

She shook her head with a grin on her face, “my shirt now. It’ll go nicely with my black skirt.”

"I need that shirt for my presentation tomorrow," I sighed. Her pout returned and her finger lifted again to tug on her lower lip. I shook my head and turned away, conceding, "just…don’t get it dirty."

She smiled as she twirled to find her black skirt. Realizing I had once again been manipulated, I reluctantly stood up and headed towards the front door to the car.

Thankfully it was only a few blocks to the mall. The yammering on about pretty blouses and pink bows was almost intolerable. The little one exuded exuberance, bouncing in the car seat the entire way. Pulling into the parking garage I noticed it was almost empty. I turned a corner and pulled into a spot near a stairwell.

I leaped from the car and rounded to her door. Ever the gentleman, I opened it for her and extended my right hand to her . She smiled and her eyes raised to mine. Being the cheeky girl she is, she opened her legs wide and leaned back, flashing me, before she stepped out of the vehicle.

"Did you enjoy that?" I asked as we walked towards the stairs

She nodded, “I did.”

"Does the idea of being shown off in public excite you?" I stopped abruptly, tugged at her hand and turned her towards me. Pushing her back up against the concrete wall. My hand slid between her legs as I felt between her legs. She gasped in my ear, her legs immediately beginning to quiver.

"Oh…fuck," was all the response she could muster.

My fingers pressed between her pussy lips, while I undid the buttons on myshirt. I pressed my lips to hers. We kissed, violent and aggressive kisses. I pressed again on her clit. She gasped again, almost breathless. My mouth muffled her moans and cries. She bit down hard on my lip as she started to cum. Her body, twitching. I slowed the movements of my hand as her head fell back and her breath returned.

Her hands fell to my pants and started to try to unbutton and unzip me. I lifted both hands up the insides of my shirt, easing it open and exposing her. I reached her shoulders, gave her one last kiss and pushed her down.

Her hand pulled my cock out of my pants as she knelt before me. She started to stroke my cock and her tongue flicked out and held just below the underside of my cock.

I groaned, “you little fucking cock tease. Suck it…”

The warmth of her breath on my cock was killing me. Her eyes turned up to watch me. Her mouth opened wide and she pushed forward, inching me inside her, surrounding my penis. She still hadn’t touched me; not with her mouth. I was throbbing hard from the anticipation though. 

"I’m about to grab hold of your head and ram my cock in you," I growled.

She pulled her mouth back, giving my cock head a little flick of her tongue saying, “promises, promises…”

My eyes widened at her insolence, “I just want to help out so we can get to that shopping you’re so excited about.”

Her expression changed, and her mouth opened again to accept me in. Only this time she started to suck my cock with purpose. She stroked my shaft and worked her mouth in unison. Her other hand started to knead my balls as she sucked. My knees felt instantly weakened, and I slumped forward, throwing my hands against the wall to steady myself.

"Just like that, babygirl…Just like that," I moaned. My eyes opened and shut, trying to watch her work. Her eyes never wavered from mine. My hips started to press forward, pushing her back towards the wall again. I could feel the muscles in my ass flexing and releasing. Her mouth was too good to resist. 

"I’m gonna cum," I gasped. My balls started to twitch. She opened her mouth for me and stuck out her tongue. She knew I loved watching it splash into her mouth. I reached down to try to control myself, as I squirted towards her mouth. My streams hit the mark for the most part. I looked down as she swirled her tongue with the growing pool of my semen. 

"Are you going to be a good girl, Princess?" I prompted.

She nodded and tilted her head back as she swallowed, before opening her mouth and cleaning my cock with her tongue. She swirled her tongue and licked, making sure she got every last drop. 

She smiled and stood and we kissed again. I noticed there was some cum on her face, my aim wasn’t perfect after all.

"You still have some on you?" I asked.

"It’s okay," she responded, "I’ll clean it off on something in the store. I don’t want to get your shirt dirty."

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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:

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

dirtystorytime:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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dirtystorytime:

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

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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.”

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dirtystorytime:

His cock thrust up into you with such force.. your eyes rolled back into your head. It had been a while since you did a proper ‘Skirt Friday’ but today, you know he’s getting paid back in full. Your back arches slightly to let him penetrate you deeper and you slide up just a little bit before slamming your hips back down on his cock.
“I want your ass today,” he whispers in your ear, “Not yet, David, just a few more seconds, let me cum first,” you reply.
You lean forward on the console of the cab and you pull your pussy almost completely off his cock before you thrust fully back down to him.. you are so close to cumming when you hear a noise, “someone’s coming,” you say.
“No, no, it’s okay,” he says, “keep going”.
Again, you hear something, more audible now, people talking…arguing…walking towards you.
“Goddammit, there’s three fucking cars in the entire empty lot and someone has to come now?”  You pull yourself off again, and push deeply one last time before you have to ‘hold’ your position. “It’s okay, let them see,” he says, “I don’t care, we don’t have much time.”
Just then the woman comes from around the wall that you had parked beside for ‘cover’ and a step or two behind her a man. They are arguing, but most of what you can make out from their conversation is “fuck off” and “You fucking whore”. She has hurt him you can sense, and she’s running from him. He’s wearing a dirty shirt and ripped jeans. She has a white blouse and a black skirt herself. They almost don’t seem to fit together as a ‘couple’ per se, but the unmistakable arguing could only be from love gone wrong.
You slide up and down a few slow strokes so as not to have David lose interest, as they seem to have not even seen you, and they’re continuing to walk away…twenty feet…twenty-five…further. It would have been extra naughty if they did see you, but you would have had to cover up and stop if they had, so you’re happy you can keep on going. Just as you turn your head to give him a little knowing wink, you hear a yell. Out of the corner of your eye you can make out that he has pushed her down, behind another semi-wall about forty feet away. He pushed her and she’s on the ground, he’s over her. He pushes her again, now you can’t believe what you’re seeing. He glances over his shoulder the opposite way, to ensure he wasn’t seen, but he doesn’t realize you’re in the truck.
She has blood on her hands, presumably from bracing herself from the fall, and on her knee you can see a crimson stain forming.. she’s not in good shape. David says “We have to do something,” and you say back, “we are…you’re fucking me.” You slide your hips down on his cock again. You start a slow rhythm; up and down, as you watch what’s happening in front of you.
He slaps her face and pushes her down again, only this time he’s over her with a nimbleness he turns her and twists, so that she is face down in the concrete, bleeding, beaten. He pulls her skirt up and rips her panties clean from her body. With his hand he holds her head down on the ground, forcefully. With the lack of movement she is making, she might have been knocked out with the brutality of the slap. You see his cock penetrate her, no tenderness, no concern, just force pushing into her cunt. You slam your pussy down on David’s cock with the same force, mimicking his movement. It takes a few strokes before he can fully get inside her, but all with the same force as the first.. and every time he slams his cock into her, you slam your cunt on David. It’s like you are the one he’s raping, and it’s turning you on.  Your husband slides a finger into your ass and you barely notice. Engrossed in what’s playing out in front of you.
By his seventh or eighth full thrust into her, she is making slight movements. You can see her hand moving up towards her face.. He is punishing her for whatever he presumes she has done, and you are feeling that punishment as he fucks her. You match his every stroke into her cunt with your own strokes on David’s cock. “Please.. can I have your ass, before you make me cum” David says, and you relent.. your own orgasm still building, but you realize that you are far more into what you’re watching than what you’re doing.
As you turn to pull your pussy up, you sit down in the passenger seat a second and give his cock a nice lick up the shaft and take him full in your mouth, tasting all of your juices, you bob your head on his dick a few more times before you slide back into his lap and let him take your ass.
He slides in effortlessly, you are so turned on. You focus back on the scene in front of you. He is sliding in now, deep, every stroke fucking her without any restraint, he is pounding her while still pressing her down to the ground. Her hand, which was moving up earlier to comfort her own face, you notice is now grabbing at her own hair, as if pulling it. She’s not screaming for help, she’s…enjoying herself? You have a wave of emotions as you can’t fully digest what you’re seeing…but her hips start to arch to meet his cock and grant him deeper access to her pussy, which he is now taking full advantage of.. You again mimic his strokes, a little off rhythm because you are distracted and confused with the situation, but fully engorged with what you are watching. The man’s strokes are so violent, so uncontrolled, so raw… you envy the woman on the receiving end.
“I’m gonna cum” David says, “I’m cumming in your ass”, you can feel your husbands lips on your neck as you lean back for him. The warning was almost mocking your excitement of the situation. This brute you’re watching would not tell you he’s coming, he would just fill you with his cock and hold in you, twitching. He would definitely not be tender and kiss your neck, but choke you from behind while he held you down. You have a longing to be controlled like that. You want to trade places. You want to lay battered, beaten on the pavement, getting raped and choked, fucked and bleeding. It would be nice, you think, to have that again. Yes, it wouldn’t be the first time.
“We should go, I’m gonna be late,” he says. “No,” you say back.. “I need to see this finish.”
His cock now fully flaccid is still in you, but you won’t move, you won’t let him clean up and dress. Still entranced with the sex in front of you, it’s only been a minute or so since David came that the stranger cums as well. True to form, deep inside her, twitching, holding her down.. and not warning her and no tenderness. She didn’t get a kiss on the neck.
He rolls off her, his pants still down at his knees and his cock fully exposed, glistening with the juices, you want to go clean him up and taste it. But you don’t dare move or leave the truck.
“Okay. Let’s go,” you say to David, and you lift enough for him to wiggle out from beneath you. You reach to find your skirt and slide yourself back in, pulling up your shirt and checking your tits are fully covered up David pulls his underwear and pants back up. You adjust the towel on the passenger seat, before sliding over to sit. 
“I’m really hungry,” David says, apparently unaffected, “How weird was that…should we have done something?”
You’ve stopped paying attention to the couple in front of you momentarily, and as you are sure you’re all ‘in place’ you glance back up.
He is still lying prone on the ground, exposed.. for the first time you can make out his face and features and you almost think him to be attractive…the woman…is gone. You look side to side, to see if you can catch a glimpse of her, and realize she is standing at the door of your truck, beside your husband. She knocks on the cab window, with her bloodied hand, and you both FREEZE. “What should I do?” he asks, “Well.. open it,” you reply.
Embarrassed he lowers the window, he is speechless as it lowers. Her face is bruised, bloody and she has scars over both eyes and on her cheek, blood dried around her nose and eye, her shirt ripped off to a point where she doesn’t even manage to cover herself up, her breasts exposed. She manages a slight smile,  “Thank you. We have this fantasy, and we play it out every once in a while. My husband saw you parked here a month or more ago and I immediately knew…I wanted an audience,” she explained, “I hope you enjoyed it, I know I got off having you watch”

dirtystorytime:

His cock thrust up into you with such force.. your eyes rolled back into your head. It had been a while since you did a proper ‘Skirt Friday’ but today, you know he’s getting paid back in full. Your back arches slightly to let him penetrate you deeper and you slide up just a little bit before slamming your hips back down on his cock.

“I want your ass today,” he whispers in your ear, “Not yet, David, just a few more seconds, let me cum first,” you reply.

You lean forward on the console of the cab and you pull your pussy almost completely off his cock before you thrust fully back down to him.. you are so close to cumming when you hear a noise, “someone’s coming,” you say.

“No, no, it’s okay,” he says, “keep going”.

Again, you hear something, more audible now, people talking…arguing…walking towards you.

“Goddammit, there’s three fucking cars in the entire empty lot and someone has to come now?”  You pull yourself off again, and push deeply one last time before you have to ‘hold’ your position. “It’s okay, let them see,” he says, “I don’t care, we don’t have much time.”

Just then the woman comes from around the wall that you had parked beside for ‘cover’ and a step or two behind her a man. They are arguing, but most of what you can make out from their conversation is “fuck off” and “You fucking whore”. She has hurt him you can sense, and she’s running from him. He’s wearing a dirty shirt and ripped jeans. She has a white blouse and a black skirt herself. They almost don’t seem to fit together as a ‘couple’ per se, but the unmistakable arguing could only be from love gone wrong.

You slide up and down a few slow strokes so as not to have David lose interest, as they seem to have not even seen you, and they’re continuing to walk away…twenty feet…twenty-five…further. It would have been extra naughty if they did see you, but you would have had to cover up and stop if they had, so you’re happy you can keep on going. Just as you turn your head to give him a little knowing wink, you hear a yell. Out of the corner of your eye you can make out that he has pushed her down, behind another semi-wall about forty feet away. He pushed her and she’s on the ground, he’s over her. He pushes her again, now you can’t believe what you’re seeing. He glances over his shoulder the opposite way, to ensure he wasn’t seen, but he doesn’t realize you’re in the truck.

She has blood on her hands, presumably from bracing herself from the fall, and on her knee you can see a crimson stain forming.. she’s not in good shape. David says “We have to do something,” and you say back, “we are…you’re fucking me.” You slide your hips down on his cock again. You start a slow rhythm; up and down, as you watch what’s happening in front of you.

He slaps her face and pushes her down again, only this time he’s over her with a nimbleness he turns her and twists, so that she is face down in the concrete, bleeding, beaten. He pulls her skirt up and rips her panties clean from her body. With his hand he holds her head down on the ground, forcefully. With the lack of movement she is making, she might have been knocked out with the brutality of the slap. You see his cock penetrate her, no tenderness, no concern, just force pushing into her cunt. You slam your pussy down on David’s cock with the same force, mimicking his movement. It takes a few strokes before he can fully get inside her, but all with the same force as the first.. and every time he slams his cock into her, you slam your cunt on David. It’s like you are the one he’s raping, and it’s turning you on.  Your husband slides a finger into your ass and you barely notice. Engrossed in what’s playing out in front of you.

By his seventh or eighth full thrust into her, she is making slight movements. You can see her hand moving up towards her face.. He is punishing her for whatever he presumes she has done, and you are feeling that punishment as he fucks her. You match his every stroke into her cunt with your own strokes on David’s cock. “Please.. can I have your ass, before you make me cum” David says, and you relent.. your own orgasm still building, but you realize that you are far more into what you’re watching than what you’re doing.

As you turn to pull your pussy up, you sit down in the passenger seat a second and give his cock a nice lick up the shaft and take him full in your mouth, tasting all of your juices, you bob your head on his dick a few more times before you slide back into his lap and let him take your ass.

He slides in effortlessly, you are so turned on. You focus back on the scene in front of you. He is sliding in now, deep, every stroke fucking her without any restraint, he is pounding her while still pressing her down to the ground. Her hand, which was moving up earlier to comfort her own face, you notice is now grabbing at her own hair, as if pulling it. She’s not screaming for help, she’s…enjoying herself? You have a wave of emotions as you can’t fully digest what you’re seeing…but her hips start to arch to meet his cock and grant him deeper access to her pussy, which he is now taking full advantage of.. You again mimic his strokes, a little off rhythm because you are distracted and confused with the situation, but fully engorged with what you are watching. The man’s strokes are so violent, so uncontrolled, so raw… you envy the woman on the receiving end.

“I’m gonna cum” David says, “I’m cumming in your ass”, you can feel your husbands lips on your neck as you lean back for him. The warning was almost mocking your excitement of the situation. This brute you’re watching would not tell you he’s coming, he would just fill you with his cock and hold in you, twitching. He would definitely not be tender and kiss your neck, but choke you from behind while he held you down. You have a longing to be controlled like that. You want to trade places. You want to lay battered, beaten on the pavement, getting raped and choked, fucked and bleeding. It would be nice, you think, to have that again. Yes, it wouldn’t be the first time.

“We should go, I’m gonna be late,” he says. “No,” you say back.. “I need to see this finish.”

His cock now fully flaccid is still in you, but you won’t move, you won’t let him clean up and dress. Still entranced with the sex in front of you, it’s only been a minute or so since David came that the stranger cums as well. True to form, deep inside her, twitching, holding her down.. and not warning her and no tenderness. She didn’t get a kiss on the neck.

He rolls off her, his pants still down at his knees and his cock fully exposed, glistening with the juices, you want to go clean him up and taste it. But you don’t dare move or leave the truck.

“Okay. Let’s go,” you say to David, and you lift enough for him to wiggle out from beneath you. You reach to find your skirt and slide yourself back in, pulling up your shirt and checking your tits are fully covered up David pulls his underwear and pants back up. You adjust the towel on the passenger seat, before sliding over to sit. 

“I’m really hungry,” David says, apparently unaffected, “How weird was that…should we have done something?”

You’ve stopped paying attention to the couple in front of you momentarily, and as you are sure you’re all ‘in place’ you glance back up.

He is still lying prone on the ground, exposed.. for the first time you can make out his face and features and you almost think him to be attractive…the woman…is gone. You look side to side, to see if you can catch a glimpse of her, and realize she is standing at the door of your truck, beside your husband. She knocks on the cab window, with her bloodied hand, and you both FREEZE. “What should I do?” he asks, “Well.. open it,” you reply.

Embarrassed he lowers the window, he is speechless as it lowers. Her face is bruised, bloody and she has scars over both eyes and on her cheek, blood dried around her nose and eye, her shirt ripped off to a point where she doesn’t even manage to cover herself up, her breasts exposed. She manages a slight smile,  “Thank you. We have this fantasy, and we play it out every once in a while. My husband saw you parked here a month or more ago and I immediately knew…I wanted an audience,” she explained, “I hope you enjoyed it, I know I got off having you watch”

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dirtystorytime:

My hips and shoulders swayed to the beat. I felt a presence behind me. A hand nudged my left shoulder as it rushed past and covered my eyes.  I raise my own right hand to do my best impersonation of “Staying Alive”. It exposed my waist, and a second hand wrapped around me and pulled me back. I arched my ass just enough to find out that he seemed to enjoy my touch very much. Our bodies moved easily together, our skin already glistening from the warmth of the club.
“You’re the sexiest girl out here.” His voice rasped in my ear. “Can I have this dance?”
Our bodies swayed in unison as I felt him grind against my rear. The bass from the music pumped in rhythm with my own heartbeat.  His hands started to move all around my body, turning up the heat. It was then I felt another hand, moist and sticky, on my left hip. It swayed along with my body’s motion. Pushing and pulling me in time. There was an intensity that receiving all this attention did arouse. The roving hand of my mystery man then slipped inside my blouse. I let out a slight gasp and moan at the same time. A shiver from his pinch traveled down my spine. I did not protest, instead welcoming the touch.
A new hand, also sticky, on my right touching up and down my thigh. Every touch felt like a million pulses of electricity through me.  My blouse pulled open, a mouth replaced the hand on my breast. My grinding man’s newly freed right hand traveled to grasp my ass. He pulled my skirt straight up and out of his way, and groped. My body was overwhelmed, as a new hand touched my face. Cupping my chin and caressing its way to my lips. My mouth opened and accepted a finger inside.  By now I could tell you my panties were far from dry.
And that hand upon my thigh would soon slip up and find my wetness, quickly turning my gasps into moans. A new jolt of pleasure washed over me as I could feel my underwear being pulled aside. A finger slid up and down my pussy lips. A tremor went through my legs as they bent to brace my body as my legs spread. My legs tensed and shook as that finger soon slid up inside me.
“Lean back into me.” I heard from behind.
I felt his mouth on my neck and another on opposite breast. It was as if they worked in harmony with the pounding of the music. Another hand was soon touching my back. I could feel people all around me. Closing in on my room to dance. Soon all I could do was move my hips back and forth. My space was becoming confined. Which posed no problem, I just continued to grind.
The raspy whisper again, “Enjoy every touch.”
My body was definitely paying attention to that command. The hands continued to grope and grasp. Mouths hungrily licked at my neck and breasts. I could feel the warm breath of the person kneeling before me as they reached their tongue out to lick my clit.
“Tasty” the woman’s voice said.
The second I heard her, my body started to shake. For some reason the thought of another woman going down on me drove me over the edge. And the second I felt her tongue taste me again I started to cum. Her hand snuck under my leg and pulled my ass into her face as she licked. My breathing shallow and my moans and gasps long. My body could do nothing more than a slight rhythmic sway. My legs slightly bent and opened to the eager mouth working my pussy.
 It was then that I felt hands on my butt working to free the grinding man’s pants. I already knew he was very aroused. His body continuing to press firm against me from behind.  It took only a second before his cock slipped into my soaked cunt.  His mouth released from my neck as he gasped as he pushed inside me. I groaned aloud. The mouth working my pussy didn’t stop. She only became more vigorous, her tongue sticking out at the entrance and licking his shaft as he pumped inside me. It flicked side to side causing quite the sensation. My waves of pleasure did not subside. Every thrust caused a new twitch of ecstasy.
“I fucking love feeling you cum on my cock.” His voice growled.
The finger in my mouth slipped out. A kiss replaced it. And then another. And soon I was making out with this person. Our mouths tasting the other. The lips sweet, and tasting of lip gloss. They were very soft. A lady’s lips, I determined.  A new hand pressed against my eyes as my raspy voice man’s hand gave way. I could feel both of his hands grasp firmly on my hips, at the same moment his cock started to twitch inside me. His thrusts short, determined, filled me with his cum.
Our bodies stopped. Locked together in orgasm. I felt him pulse and spasm before he slipped out of me. The hands, the mouths licking, sucking, kissing all slowly retracted. The girl who was kissing me moved her mouth to my ear, our cheeks still touching.
She whispered, “You were completely surrounded. Nobody saw a thing. I hope that you enjoyed our little fling. Now before you open your eyes do me a favor and count to five.”
And with that she was gone, as was every other point of contact that I had felt for the past few moments.
I counted to five as I was told, although I’m not entirely sure why. Not a single person looked at all out of place the moment I opened my eyes.  I stood alone, not moving, on the dance floor surrounded by empty strands of glow in the dark necklaces. Not knowing if I had just imagined, or if that really just happened…

dirtystorytime:

My hips and shoulders swayed to the beat. I felt a presence behind me. A hand nudged my left shoulder as it rushed past and covered my eyes.  I raise my own right hand to do my best impersonation of “Staying Alive”. It exposed my waist, and a second hand wrapped around me and pulled me back. I arched my ass just enough to find out that he seemed to enjoy my touch very much. Our bodies moved easily together, our skin already glistening from the warmth of the club.

“You’re the sexiest girl out here.” His voice rasped in my ear. “Can I have this dance?”

Our bodies swayed in unison as I felt him grind against my rear. The bass from the music pumped in rhythm with my own heartbeat.  His hands started to move all around my body, turning up the heat. It was then I felt another hand, moist and sticky, on my left hip. It swayed along with my body’s motion. Pushing and pulling me in time. There was an intensity that receiving all this attention did arouse. The roving hand of my mystery man then slipped inside my blouse. I let out a slight gasp and moan at the same time. A shiver from his pinch traveled down my spine. I did not protest, instead welcoming the touch.

A new hand, also sticky, on my right touching up and down my thigh. Every touch felt like a million pulses of electricity through me.  My blouse pulled open, a mouth replaced the hand on my breast. My grinding man’s newly freed right hand traveled to grasp my ass. He pulled my skirt straight up and out of his way, and groped. My body was overwhelmed, as a new hand touched my face. Cupping my chin and caressing its way to my lips. My mouth opened and accepted a finger inside.  By now I could tell you my panties were far from dry.

And that hand upon my thigh would soon slip up and find my wetness, quickly turning my gasps into moans. A new jolt of pleasure washed over me as I could feel my underwear being pulled aside. A finger slid up and down my pussy lips. A tremor went through my legs as they bent to brace my body as my legs spread. My legs tensed and shook as that finger soon slid up inside me.

“Lean back into me.” I heard from behind.

I felt his mouth on my neck and another on opposite breast. It was as if they worked in harmony with the pounding of the music. Another hand was soon touching my back. I could feel people all around me. Closing in on my room to dance. Soon all I could do was move my hips back and forth. My space was becoming confined. Which posed no problem, I just continued to grind.

The raspy whisper again, “Enjoy every touch.”

My body was definitely paying attention to that command. The hands continued to grope and grasp. Mouths hungrily licked at my neck and breasts. I could feel the warm breath of the person kneeling before me as they reached their tongue out to lick my clit.

“Tasty” the woman’s voice said.

The second I heard her, my body started to shake. For some reason the thought of another woman going down on me drove me over the edge. And the second I felt her tongue taste me again I started to cum. Her hand snuck under my leg and pulled my ass into her face as she licked. My breathing shallow and my moans and gasps long. My body could do nothing more than a slight rhythmic sway. My legs slightly bent and opened to the eager mouth working my pussy.

 It was then that I felt hands on my butt working to free the grinding man’s pants. I already knew he was very aroused. His body continuing to press firm against me from behind.  It took only a second before his cock slipped into my soaked cunt.  His mouth released from my neck as he gasped as he pushed inside me. I groaned aloud. The mouth working my pussy didn’t stop. She only became more vigorous, her tongue sticking out at the entrance and licking his shaft as he pumped inside me. It flicked side to side causing quite the sensation. My waves of pleasure did not subside. Every thrust caused a new twitch of ecstasy.

“I fucking love feeling you cum on my cock.” His voice growled.

The finger in my mouth slipped out. A kiss replaced it. And then another. And soon I was making out with this person. Our mouths tasting the other. The lips sweet, and tasting of lip gloss. They were very soft. A lady’s lips, I determined.  A new hand pressed against my eyes as my raspy voice man’s hand gave way. I could feel both of his hands grasp firmly on my hips, at the same moment his cock started to twitch inside me. His thrusts short, determined, filled me with his cum.

Our bodies stopped. Locked together in orgasm. I felt him pulse and spasm before he slipped out of me. The hands, the mouths licking, sucking, kissing all slowly retracted. The girl who was kissing me moved her mouth to my ear, our cheeks still touching.

She whispered, “You were completely surrounded. Nobody saw a thing. I hope that you enjoyed our little fling. Now before you open your eyes do me a favor and count to five.”

And with that she was gone, as was every other point of contact that I had felt for the past few moments.

I counted to five as I was told, although I’m not entirely sure why. Not a single person looked at all out of place the moment I opened my eyes.  I stood alone, not moving, on the dance floor surrounded by empty strands of glow in the dark necklaces. Not knowing if I had just imagined, or if that really just happened…

(Source: lastsonofthomaswayne)

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dirtystorytime:

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

dirtystorytime:

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Source: wheelintheskype, via dirtystorytime)

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dirtystorytime:


Would you let me massage you?
Using warm oils to coat your body. Kneading my hands into your shoulders. Running them up and down your arms, promoting circulation. Pressing the palms of my hands into your calves and thighs. Using the flat part of my forearm on your back. Touching your skin. Kneading all the knots out of your neck, working my thumbs up and down your spine…
I would be cheeky, and push my hands under your towel. Squeezing at your ass. Trying to gauge if you were receptive. Maybe you weren’t, and I’d withdraw. Maybe you were and I’d move forward. But not yet.. It’s time to flip, front up. I’d start at your ankles and get a fresh handful of oil. Running my hands up and down your shins, to your knee. Then from the knee to your thigh. Again respecting the towel, I’d proceed no further. Moving to your stomach, working my finger tips into your skin.
Ignoring your glorious breasts, for now. Using the edges of my outer hand to work up your sides, pulling your arms straight out and working up and down from each of your shoulders to your hands. Squeezing your palms. My hands would work circles around your nipples, not daring to touch. But paying careful attention to them. Do they grow harder as I touch you? Are you becoming aroused? My hands circle up the center of your torso pressing on your sternum and more gently towards your neck. Pressing at the ridges of your collarbones.
I’d lift your head gently to massage gently the underside of your neck. My groin at face level. Do your eyes open to look? If they do you will see that I can’t hide my arousal. I would be standing at attention and bursting from my pants. Would you do anything about it? From this vantage point I would lean forward, brushing your face. I would disrespect the towel and thrust my hand forward. I would squeeze. My middle finger sliding up and down between your slit. My index finger and ring finger squeezing inward, adding pressure as my middle finger curls inside you. I twitch it quickly in and out. Pressing for your g-spot. Pressing inside you.
The palm of my hand is rubbing against your clit. Can you feel it? Are you going to cum? Do you want me in your mouth, do you want me somewhere else?   My fingers work deeper into you, thrusting in and out with vigor. I lean forward and crawl atop you. I want to taste you. My tongue flicks your clit. You moan your approval. Cum for me. Cum for me..

dirtystorytime:

Would you let me massage you?

Using warm oils to coat your body. Kneading my hands into your shoulders. Running them up and down your arms, promoting circulation. Pressing the palms of my hands into your calves and thighs. Using the flat part of my forearm on your back. Touching your skin. Kneading all the knots out of your neck, working my thumbs up and down your spine…

I would be cheeky, and push my hands under your towel. Squeezing at your ass. Trying to gauge if you were receptive. Maybe you weren’t, and I’d withdraw. Maybe you were and I’d move forward. But not yet.. It’s time to flip, front up. I’d start at your ankles and get a fresh handful of oil. Running my hands up and down your shins, to your knee. Then from the knee to your thigh. Again respecting the towel, I’d proceed no further. Moving to your stomach, working my finger tips into your skin.

Ignoring your glorious breasts, for now. Using the edges of my outer hand to work up your sides, pulling your arms straight out and working up and down from each of your shoulders to your hands. Squeezing your palms. My hands would work circles around your nipples, not daring to touch. But paying careful attention to them. Do they grow harder as I touch you? Are you becoming aroused? My hands circle up the center of your torso pressing on your sternum and more gently towards your neck. Pressing at the ridges of your collarbones.

I’d lift your head gently to massage gently the underside of your neck. My groin at face level. Do your eyes open to look? If they do you will see that I can’t hide my arousal. I would be standing at attention and bursting from my pants. Would you do anything about it? From this vantage point I would lean forward, brushing your face. I would disrespect the towel and thrust my hand forward. I would squeeze. My middle finger sliding up and down between your slit. My index finger and ring finger squeezing inward, adding pressure as my middle finger curls inside you. I twitch it quickly in and out. Pressing for your g-spot. Pressing inside you.

The palm of my hand is rubbing against your clit. Can you feel it? Are you going to cum? Do you want me in your mouth, do you want me somewhere else?   My fingers work deeper into you, thrusting in and out with vigor. I lean forward and crawl atop you. I want to taste you. My tongue flicks your clit. You moan your approval. Cum for me. Cum for me..

(Source: nlmartinmart)