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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I did" I nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

dirtystorytime:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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dirtystorytime:

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

dirtystorytime:

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

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

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

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

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

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dirtystorytime:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How do you like this, Kitten?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Show me, using my thumb how you would suck my cock. Show me how you would nuzzle it when it was still soft. Show me what you would do to make it hard. Show me how you would take it in, and swirl your tongue around it. 
Show me exactly how you would let it slide in and out of your mouth. Show me that you know how to nibble and bite it gently. Show me that you want to take me in slowly, sensually, to tease me when I am on the edge. Show me that you can worship my cock.
Show me that you can engulf me whole and suck it rapidly when you want me to work into a frenzy. Show me that you are willing to do everything to me to make me cum. Show me that, and I will let you have it. Show me that if you are willing to do this to my thumb. Show me that you truly love what will happen when I let you unzip my pants. Show me..

dirtystorytime:

Show me, using my thumb how you would suck my cock. Show me how you would nuzzle it when it was still soft. Show me what you would do to make it hard. Show me how you would take it in, and swirl your tongue around it. 

Show me exactly how you would let it slide in and out of your mouth. Show me that you know how to nibble and bite it gently. Show me that you want to take me in slowly, sensually, to tease me when I am on the edge. Show me that you can worship my cock.

Show me that you can engulf me whole and suck it rapidly when you want me to work into a frenzy. Show me that you are willing to do everything to me to make me cum. Show me that, and I will let you have it. Show me that if you are willing to do this to my thumb. Show me that you truly love what will happen when I let you unzip my pants. Show me..

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I want you to watch as my cock slides into you. Hold your legs back so you can see. Is this not the most beautiful sight? Our bodies connecting. My cock sliding in you.
I want you to feel every inch fill you. As I enter you, the sensation of you parting inside. The crash of my balls on your ass. How I pull out, and fill you again.
I want you to hear the sounds of our fucking. The wetness of your pussy as I fill you. The unmistakable slap of my balls on your ass. The sweet serenade of our moans.
I want you to smell the passion of our lovemaking. The musky scent of my sweat as it drips on you. The mix of your perfume in the air. The scents of our bodies and passions colliding. 
I want you to desire me, as much as I desire you. For you to crave me inside you, as much as I crave to be inside you. I want you to need me, as I need you.
Every thrust of mine met with a quiver of yours. Every squeeze of your pussy, every contraction met by my throbbing and pulsing as I shoot my cum into you.
So, yes, put your legs back and watch. Watch me as I slide into you.

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I want you to watch as my cock slides into you. Hold your legs back so you can see. Is this not the most beautiful sight? Our bodies connecting. My cock sliding in you.

I want you to feel every inch fill you. As I enter you, the sensation of you parting inside. The crash of my balls on your ass. How I pull out, and fill you again.

I want you to hear the sounds of our fucking. The wetness of your pussy as I fill you. The unmistakable slap of my balls on your ass. The sweet serenade of our moans.

I want you to smell the passion of our lovemaking. The musky scent of my sweat as it drips on you. The mix of your perfume in the air. The scents of our bodies and passions colliding. 

I want you to desire me, as much as I desire you. For you to crave me inside you, as much as I crave to be inside you. I want you to need me, as I need you.

Every thrust of mine met with a quiver of yours. Every squeeze of your pussy, every contraction met by my throbbing and pulsing as I shoot my cum into you.

So, yes, put your legs back and watch. Watch me as I slide into you.

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"Hello, love. I can hear your moans from the other room, darling. Don’t say a word. Shhhh. Let me join you.
Your moans, so loud. Was that the plan? Intrigue me, so I would come and help you?
You keep… doing what you’re doing. Let me caress your face. I can see both of your hands are busy. What are you imagining? It must be hot. Are you imagining my voice? Telling you to masturbate. Asking if I can watch. Asking if I may join you?
I know you like your nipples played with. But I’m only teasing. Your neck looks inviting too. There’s not enough hands to satisfy the indulgences of your skin. 
Show me, guide me. Where do you want me to touch? 
Oh, yes. You are so, so wet. Aren’t you? So very, very wet.
Open wide. Let me in. You know how I love to grab and play with your thigh. How I want to tease you. How I want to build your arousal. How beautiful you are. All of you.
That’s right. I know how excited you are. One finger isn’t enough. Two. Two is just right. Cum for me. Your shallow breath and moans, cum for me. Do you feel how wet you make my fingers. Cum for me, babygirl. Cum for me…”

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"Hello, love. I can hear your moans from the other room, darling. Don’t say a word. Shhhh. Let me join you.

Your moans, so loud. Was that the plan? Intrigue me, so I would come and help you?

You keep… doing what you’re doing. Let me caress your face. I can see both of your hands are busy. What are you imagining? It must be hot. Are you imagining my voice? Telling you to masturbate. Asking if I can watch. Asking if I may join you?

I know you like your nipples played with. But I’m only teasing. Your neck looks inviting too. There’s not enough hands to satisfy the indulgences of your skin. 

Show me, guide me. Where do you want me to touch? 

Oh, yes. You are so, so wet. Aren’t you? So very, very wet.

Open wide. Let me in. You know how I love to grab and play with your thigh. How I want to tease you. How I want to build your arousal. How beautiful you are. All of you.

That’s right. I know how excited you are. One finger isn’t enough. Two. Two is just right. Cum for me. Your shallow breath and moans, cum for me. Do you feel how wet you make my fingers. Cum for me, babygirl. Cum for me…”

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

dirtystorytime:

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

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

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

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

She smiled, and said, “Deal.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Good Girl.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I’d call in sick if we were together.I want you. Every inch. I want to explore, to know you. I’m horny. But I don’t want to just “fix” it. I want it to last. I want to pleasure you all day…I’d start slow. Like any other day. A cup of coffee. Brush my teeth, maybe hop in the shower… Or maybe scoop you out of bed to join me. I’m not taking no for an answer. I want to put my hands on you. Your shoulders, massaging my way down. Pressing my fingers into your lower back. Using my fingertips, my knuckles, the palms of my hand..I’d cup your bum, kneel to admire it. I’d run my hands up and down your legs. The backs, the sides… The insides. All the way down to your ankles, and all the way up… I’d brush against you. And pull back, retracting my hands to your hips. I’d turn you around, admiring your wet body. I’d lift a leg and take your foot in my hand. I’d rub small circles with my thumbs in the soles. Washing between your toes, stealing glances of your exposed bits.My hands linger, and run from foot upwards, but daring not pause anywhere for long.I want this day to last. It will not be quick satisfaction.My hands stop on your hips. My eyes showing you just how badly I want you. I stand, we kiss. You can feel just how aroused I am. I’m pushing at you. Again I turn you. My arms around you. Circling your stomach. Lifting between your breasts. Pulling a cloth over you, lathering soap onto you, and following the cloth with my hand. Touching. The warm water raining down and rinsing away the soap, and all traces of my hands.It’s your turn. Will you wash me? Intimately, but purposefully. Not with any ulterior motive? Prolong the day. No release from the tensions yet…

dirtystorytime:

I’d call in sick if we were together.

I want you. Every inch. I want to explore, to know you. I’m horny. But I don’t want to just “fix” it. I want it to last. I want to pleasure you all day…

I’d start slow. Like any other day. A cup of coffee. Brush my teeth, maybe hop in the shower… Or maybe scoop you out of bed to join me. I’m not taking no for an answer. I want to put my hands on you. Your shoulders, massaging my way down. Pressing my fingers into your lower back. Using my fingertips, my knuckles, the palms of my hand..

I’d cup your bum, kneel to admire it. I’d run my hands up and down your legs. The backs, the sides… The insides. All the way down to your ankles, and all the way up… I’d brush against you. And pull back, retracting my hands to your hips. I’d turn you around, admiring your wet body. I’d lift a leg and take your foot in my hand. I’d rub small circles with my thumbs in the soles. Washing between your toes, stealing glances of your exposed bits.

My hands linger, and run from foot upwards, but daring not pause anywhere for long.

I want this day to last. It will not be quick satisfaction.

My hands stop on your hips. My eyes showing you just how badly I want you. I stand, we kiss. You can feel just how aroused I am. I’m pushing at you. Again I turn you. My arms around you. Circling your stomach. Lifting between your breasts. Pulling a cloth over you, lathering soap onto you, and following the cloth with my hand. Touching. The warm water raining down and rinsing away the soap, and all traces of my hands.

It’s your turn. Will you wash me? Intimately, but purposefully. Not with any ulterior motive? Prolong the day. No release from the tensions yet…

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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. 

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