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A Long Night

By: malefic



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The steady tread of my heels echoing of the stone walls as I descended the steps should have been enough to wake you. I know the heavy creak of the oaken door swinging on tortured hinges did for sure. As I entered the flickering candle-light revealed you placed still where I had last left you, naked to the waist, hands above and behind you chained to the headboard of the bed. 

I moved around the room then, cupping the candle against the draft to light several torches amidst the room. Soon, a flooding of light spilled across your still form, reflecting maniacally within those deep, dark eyes. 

Moving to the bed with all the grace of a stalking panther I sit beside you, gazing into your eyes. What do I see there? Pain? Fear? No, I see calm acceptance and quiet defiance. Even in the face of such peril you defy me, challenging my superiority with every glance, dominating me from thine captivity. 

My hand moves of it's own accord to your left cheek, to stroke you there before lingering across the fullness of your lips, marveling at the gentleness you display in nipping my fingers! Before allowing my hand to drift in a lazy trail down the side of your neck, across that supple smooth throat and finally moving along the silky contours of your full breasts, your nipples stiffening at my touch... The invitation is too much for me to resist and so I lower my mouth to your breast, my teeth gripping and pulling gently upon that tit, enjoying it's firmness, and the tiny gasps of pleasure I hear escape your lips. 

I place my hand flat against your taut stomach, the heat from within nearly scorching me and as I continue to molest your breasts. I slide that hand lower, under the band of your panties, searching the unfathomable deepness between your legs. My fingers dance lightly across that mound, a slight stickiness apparent to my touch and even as I open my mouth further, sucking that glorious tit deep within, my finger penetrates your softest folds, teasing sin. Your reaction is uncontrollable as you buck against my intrusion, hands open and clenching uselessly restrained as they are. A hiss escapes your throat and as I raise myself to your eyes in confidence. I see not passion there but still that same damning calm within. 

Enjoying one further push into your most sacred sanctum I rise from the bed, seizing the spitting and hissing candle from the nearby table. Ensnaring my left hand in your thick hair I wrench your head back, suddenly and violently exposing the softness of your throat to me. I see the rage at this violation in your eyes, the anger at the touch but I am far beyond reason and, tilting the candle at an angle I allow the hot wax to pour upon your luscious form, catching you first on the chin then continuing down the softness of your neck. I lower myself almost immediately, my tongue a sharp contrast to the heat of the wax, following the path of heat across your skin. Pulling back on your hair further causes your back to arch, your breasts jutting towards the night sky, nipples stiffer than even my aching cock and slowly, deliberately I drip more candle wax along the front of your throat...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh" comes the sound, escaping from your tortured throat, followed by a hiss of sheer pleasure. I have finally managed to hurt you, only by crossing the unforgivable barrier. I release you then, your head swiveling slowly back to face me, death surely promised glittering in those seductively dark eyes. It's not the pain that feeds your thirst for revenge now, it was the touch, the unwelcome presence amongst the sultriness of your hair, the invasion you cannot stand. 

Wax flakes from your skin, now flushed from the heat as you speak tightly to me, "Do not touch my hair again, if you so value you life.."

I smile in response, leaning to brush my lips along yours, my fingernail digging deeply into your mammary flesh, "My dear, I will touch you wherever I feel like. You would do wise to accept that. " To your credit the pain I inflict never registers in your eyes and once again I am assured painful retribution by your gaze...

Picking a goblet from the small table I swirl it's contents round and round, enjoying their steady clinking sounds. Straddling your body, my knees to either side I drink from the glass. Resting it against your side, it's obvious chill apparent to your bare skin I introduce a nipple to the searing heat of the wax, coating the sensitive tip with the painful substance. Again I lower my mouth to follow it's trail, allowing your breast to enter deeply my mouth and an intense sensation of cold now joins the feelings I inflict upon your breast. The melted remains of an icecube stream over the tip of that alert flesh, my teeth chill and painful on that assaulted nipple. Your back arches and thrashes to the side to avoid my touch but I persist, my tongue tracing a cruel path along your tortured flesh. Repeating the same process on your other nipple elicits a twin response so I slide my hand down your stomach to your crotch. To my sincere joy I find you now slick with moisture and first one finger then another slides easily into the warmth of your sex. 

As I molest your breasts I also torment your soul, feeling your body jerk beneath me, a slave to my ministrations. The chains rattle helplessly against the headboards as you again test their strength. I raise my soaking fingers to my lips, tasting your sweet saltiness before smearing that semen across your full lips, your tongue flicking outward to taste your love. I lower my lips to yours then, my tongue darting within to dance with your own, my hands running the length of your side. The passion runs deep within us both until I tempt fate yet again, my hand tightening within your hair and yanking brutally backwards, exposing your neck which I bite savagely, bruising the flesh, sucking hard at the tender skin. My other hand mauls your breast, pinching a nipple between forefinger and thumb, pulling it towards the ceiling.

"AAAAAAGGHHHH!" you scream, bringing a malicious smile to my face. Once again your glittering eyes promise pain to me but I do not care. I have you where I want you now, or so I think. Discarding the candle and goblet I pick a naked blade from the small stand and present it before your eyes. Fully twelve inches long it's blade curves in a wicked grace, ending in a sharp point. For effect I demonstrate it's edge by slicing through a hair, dropped upon it's blade. I can feel you quivering beneath me then, your stomach vibrating against my crotch, your breath coming in little gasps at the cruel instrument.

Easily slicing through the fabric of your panties I pull them off of you, making certain to drag them roughly along the tenderness of your flesh, Placing my hands on either side of your inner thighs I push them open, exposing your glistening sex to me and I inhale deeply, the muskiness blurring my senses. One finger rubs along your scented slit, exploring the folds, pulling them this way then that before plunging slowly in deeply. Your little moans of pleasure and the movement of your body tells me I am on the right track so I slip a second, then a third finger deep into your body, hammering in and out all the while suckling lightly on your exposed thigh. The sensation is too much and your body begins to shudder, tiny cries escaping your throat as an orgasm shivers through your system.

Grinning widely I lower my lips to yours and, making little vibrations by blowing air rapidly through my mouth, begin to torment you again, this time more gently, my fingers continuing their slow invasion of your walls. Without warning I slide my hands under your thighs wrapping my hands round and attack your clit with my tongue, giving your soaking sex a good lashing. Burying my face deep in your twat I continue my assault, probing deeper and ever deeper, discovering areas of your sex not yet tasted. I can feel you start to clench again, and your body bucks off the bed, grinding yourself against my face as I continue to torment your flesh. Finally, with a scream echoing off the walls you come, covering my face, nearly drowning me for it's ferocity. 

Rising from the bed I smile at you, arms marked and hanging limply from the manacles, eyes heavy and lidded. Picking up the knife I twirl it in my fingers, watching your eyes catch the blade, lighting up at it's deadly closeness (proximity?). Placing the tip lightly just above your breasts I trace a long, slow, winding path down your body, between your breasts, and across your tight stomach drawing a thin line of blood. You recoil against the touch, sucking away from it's seductive touch. I lay the blade flat against your stomach, the cold steel causing you to clench and set about the slow business of disrobing. 

I make certain to take my time, spinning and dancing almost as more and more of my body is exposed to your lusty eyes, and when I am done I climb back between your thighs, my aching cock finally freed from it's restraints. Perhaps sensing the inevitable finality of the moment your legs spread for me, inviting me to your sex. Leaning forward i plant a slow kiss upon your vulva, lingering slightly at the scent that lay therein. Picking up the blade I kneel just outside your sex and, in a teasing manner tickle your nipple lightly with the tip of the blade. A small pinprick against your swollen sensitive flesh yields a tiny droplet of blood and I hear you hiss sharply, your body pushing towards mine, straining to join in sinful union. 

I slide forward and comply with your desire, entering your sex easily all the while trailing the blade along your flesh, tiny furrows raising along your skin with each passing. Beginning a slow deep stroke I concentrate on feeling you out, filling you deeply, then removing to tease before reentering your sultry womb. I can feel you clench me with every thrust and every withdraw and I know it will not be long before my limit is reached. 

Reaching forward and grabbing your hair yet again I place the blade to your throat, yanking back your head, my cock pounding hard and fast into you. The blade is flat to your skin, a cold chilling reminder of the danger but still your body reacts to me, wrapping your legs around my ass, pulling me deeper still. Lights explode in my head as the moment approaches and I drop the knife to the floor, intertwining my fingers within your own and thrusting ever harder into your swollen cunt. A tightening begins first in my balls spreading quickly to the base of my spine and out as I empty myself inside of you, crying out in a primal scream of ecstasy even as you orgasm again, your walls clamping down tight on me, sealing me deep within. 

Shuddering from the sheer force of the moment I black out, consciousness leaving me fast. When I come to I find myself lying on my chest, my arms stretched out above my head and secured to the footboard with silken ties. . Your sitting next to me, a sheer black cloth held casually in one hand.

"What? How?" I ask, a fear rising in me, a fear not lessened by the mischievous smile clearly etched on your face.

"Shhhh, remember what I said? About my hair? A promise is a promise dear..."Amidst my protests she wrapped the cloth round my head, effectively blindfolding me and, as I felt the first of what would be many earth-shattering slaps of a paddle on my ass, I knew I was in for a very long night...

A Long Night



Dae walked into the classroom marked 203, and she could feel all the eyes turn towards her. She knew it was still two minutes for the bell, but most of the seats in the classroom had already filled up. She turned towards the teacher’s desk, where a kind-looking woman (presumably her teacher) was seated. The teacher, who told Dae that her name was Mrs. Kinley, directed her to a seat. As she walked down the aisle, she could hear the snickers regarding her outfit. She sighed, knowing that in a preppy school like this her more alternative style would make her stand out, just like her last school. At 5’3, she was tiny, and had dark brown, almost black hair, with a light purple streak running through it. She had icy blue eyes and wore dark black jeans, a red shirt over a black long-sleeved one, and Sugi skate shoes. Her clothes didn’t really do her body justice, but she had a fairly nice looking one, not too flabby and not too skinny, with a 36B chest. She sat down at the seat Mrs. Kinley had assigned her too, and took out her headphones. She pressed play and began listening to Disturbed’s track ‘Liberate’.

She was still listening to the track when the bell rang, signaling for class to begin. Her teacher raised her hand and then said, “Quiet down class. Let us listen to your morning announcements.” At that moment, a boy, whom Dae couldn’t help notice was quite attractive, skidded in. She silently laughed as she took in his outfit. He, too, was wearing red and black. He wore black baggy jeans, a red long-sleeved tee-shirt and overtop of it was a black tee-shirt. He had brown eyes, black hair, and the part she loved most; a Mohawk with red tips. He also had some piercings; one in his eyebrow, and three in each ear. She was happy to see none were in his nose, because in her opinion, that wasn’t attractive in anyone. As he began to explain his excuse to Mrs. Kinley for his being late, she saw a flash of metal in his mouth, realizing he also had a tongue ring. Mrs. Kinley just sighed and shook her head, and pointed him towards his seat. As he walked down the aisle, Dae realized the only available desk was the one beside hers. She quickly slid her headphones to her neck and looked his way.

He sat down beside her, casually glancing in her direction. She pretended to look bored, that is until Mrs. Kinley asked her to stand for the class and introduce herself. She stood up and said: 

“Hi, my name is Dae Reynolds. I moved here from Michigan and I live with my parents and my younger brother, Levin. Thanks.”

“Well, Dae can you tell us something about your name? And maybe your brother’s name also? They are such unique ones; I think the whole class would find them interesting.”

“My parents are archaeologists. Which ever country we were born in, we were named a name from that country’s culture. My name is Korean, meaning “Destined for greatness” and Levin’s is from Russia, meaning “Lion hearted”.

‘Why, that’s so interesting! Isn’t that interesting class?” Mrs. Kinley said enthusiastically.

Dae shrugged and sat down. Beside her, the boy was chuckling quietly. Quickly Dae scribbled out a note, “What’s so funny?”

He wrote back; “Nothing. I just find it funny how she made you explain your name. You get that often? Oh, by the way, my name’s John.”

“Yeah, I do get that a lot,” she wrote back, “but you get used to it.”

He read her note and replied, “Your name’s cool, I like it. I also like your shirt.”

She looked down at her Linkin Park tee-shirt. She mouthed, Thanks, and he flashed the thumbs-up. 

“Ms. Reynolds, Mr. Barwick, would you mind having your conversation after class?’

Dae smiled at John and then looked towards the board.

After class, Dae packed up her bag. She noticed John was still standing there so she looked up and smiled.

“So, you like Linkin Park?” she asked, but was interrupted by Mrs. Kinley.

“Will you two be working on the project together then?”

“What project?” They asked together, unanimously.

“You know, the project I was explaining while you two were having a note-fest? I let it slide this time, Dae, because you are new and should be making new friends, but if I catch you two at it again, it’s detention time! John, I’m sure you can show Dae here where that is, since you frequent it so much.”

John blushed and Dae laughed. Dae asked, “So what’s this project about then?”

“Here’s a pamphlet for each of you. Look through it and discuss. It’s due in a week’s time.”

As she walked away, Dae turned towards John and said, “Partners? Or do I have to be with one of those prepsters in our class?”

John laughed. “Actually, one of those prepsters is my girlfriend. Do you know her? Her name’s Michelle.”

Dae’s heart sunk. Michelle sat at the front and had long gorgeous blond curls, big brown eyes, red pouty lips, a figure to die for… well, you get the picture. 

“How long have you two been going out?”

“A month, but I’m not sure, I think she wants to break up.”

Dae’s heart perked up. “Yeah? Why?”

“Oh, I think she likes being a free woman. Not me, though, well you know, a free man not woman. I like to have a steady girl.”

“So can I call you?” She blushed. “I mean, for the project?”

“Oh yeah. Sure. Here’s my number>” He gave it to her and then walked away, down another hallway. Dae fingered the slip of paper between her fingers. She was going to call him.

She walked into her house and called out, “Mom? Dad? Levin?”

“Yeah, Dae. I’m here. Oh, and so is my new ‘friend’.” 

She turned towards the voice, and saw her brother and also a girl beside him.

“This is Teresa.” He introduced her.

“Oh, hey. Look Levin, sorry to be rude Teresa, but where’s Mom and Dad?”

“Didn’t you get the note? It says they won’t be back till Monday. So Teresa is going to stay this weekend, ‘kay?”

She chuckled. She knew her brother was a cutie, but to already have a girl? It was hilarious. Her brother stood at 5”7, and was muscular from years of sports, but not too muscular. He had brown spikey hair, matching his 16 yr-old friends, and green eyes. At the moment, he was wearing blue Nike swim shorts, so Dae guessed they were going to take a dip in the hot tub. Teresa was cute too. She had short blond hair and blue eyes, with some freckles. Dae watched them leave the room and she walked up the stairs.


She could hear them laughing outside her window, and she was almost a bit jealous of her brother’s new source of pleasure. She walked to her mirror and began to examine herself. She did have a nice body, but no guys however ever seemed to be all that interested. She sighed and walked towards her bed, and sat down. She flipped on her T.V. and began watching a Buffy rerun.

Later that night, when she was home alone since her brother had left with Teresa, she decided to call up John and see what he was up to. She knew that he had a girlfriend, but she couldn’t help but think that maybe he’d want to go see a movie or something. She dialed his number and a woman answered.

“Hello?” the woman asked.

“Oh, hello Ma’am, may I please speak to John?” Dae asked.

“Oh. Yes. Jonathan, please come to the phone.”

“Hello?” John answered, sounding a bit down.

“Hey John, what’s up? It’s Dae.”

“Oh hey. Not much.”

“You sound a bit sad, John. What’s wrong?”

“Oh…It’s just me and Michelle broke up. She wants to see other people. But I just want one girl all to myself.”

“Oh, I’m really sorry John. Is there anything I can do to cheer you up?”

“I don’t think so.”

“How about you come over and we’ll watch a movie? I have some good DVDs.”

“I guess that’d be okay. Uh…where’s your house?”

“Oh, 36 Elm St.”

“You live near me. I’m a block way. I live on Oak.”

“Cool. So come over around eight okay?”

“Sure. See ya.”

“Bye.”

Erin ran up to her room and slowly undressed. She showered and then dried off. She cupped her breasts, pushing them out. She was going to dress sexy. She picked out a favourite outfit of hers: a green cargo mini, black tank, and a fishnet top over top of the tank. Since the tank had a built in bra, she just slipped on a black thong. She looked in her mirror and she saw definite sexiness.

She watched some TV and then at eight, the doorbell rang. Dae opened the door and Dae gasped. John looked even cuter then he had at school. He was wearing the same clothes as before, which secretly made her laugh, because she knew guys aren’t as particular about clothes as girls are, but she could tell he had showered because of his fresh scent. She invited him in and he smiled.

“Nice place you have here,” and then noticing the pictures on the wall, “Is that your family?”

“Yeah, that’s Mom, me, Dad, and Levin,” she said pointing to each person, ‘but you didn’t come to look at pictures, did you?”

“No,” he said laughing, but she couldn’t help noticing that he had blushed a little bit, “So what do you want to watch then?”

“Uhhh…I have some great movies in my room. Do you want to check them out?”

“In your room?” Dae noticed that he gulped.

“Yes, my room. C’mon.”

She led him upstairs and up into her room. He loved the look of it right away…her bed had a simple black room and her desk was set up for easy access to her computer. Her walls were covered with posters of Disturbed and Linkin Park. He walked with her to her shelf where the DVDs were. They decided to watch the first season of the Family Guy, and they settled onto her bed to watch it. They watched it and as time went on, Dae noticed that John was gradually inching his way over to her. She smiled and when he was close enough, she leaned her head on his chest.

“You don’t mind, do you?”

“No. No problem.”

So Dae snuggled into his chest. After the movie ended, Dae moved up to turn the player off. When she did this, her body leant across his cock and he stiffened. Dae noticed, but she wasn’t going to say anything to him, so she kept quiet. When she leant back towards him, she decided it was time. She began talking to John, just about general things, but Dae kept licking her lips. John noticed and he really wanted to kiss her. There came a point when they were quite and John leaned in and kissed her. It was like an electric shock was flowing through her. She kissed him back and their lips parted and she began to fondle his tongue with hers. 

She stopped and asked, “John is this okay? I mean we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want.”

He responded by pushing her gently back onto the bed. He started to kiss her neck and sucking lightly, and then he reached her earlobe, which he nibbled, and then doing something which surprised her, stuck his tongue into it. Her pussy went aflame; it felt terrific when he did that. She took off her two tops and then she helped him with his. He started to lick around the areas of her breast, but was avoiding her nipples. She moaned and tried to guide his head there, but he wouldn’t, so finally she took his head by her hands and forced it overtop. He laughed into her breast and then began to lick her nipples. He alternated and then began sucking. She was moaning and then he continued his journey downwards.

At this point his cock was straining to get out of both his pants and his boxers, and she undid his pants and he wiggled out of them. Then he took his boxers off, revealing his seven-inch cock. She pushed his head off her hest and then she knelt in front of him, in between his legs. He sat up and she began to suck his cock. She licked his whole shaft, and then sucked on his ball sac. She began to lick the tip and then suck on it like a lollipop. She then took more of it, until she had almost all of it. He was moaning and he had his hand on her hair and he began to thrust in and out of her mouth. He went faster and within her hands, Dae could feel his ball sac jerk and he began to cum into her mouth. She swallowed it all. He pulled her up to his mouth and kissed her, tasting his cum. He then turned the tables on her, so that he was in between her legs. He undid her skirt and threw it to the ground, along with the thong. He kissed her pink lips, and then using his fingers, pried them open. He could see a spot of wetness, and he licked it. She moaned and shoved his head in between her legs. He licked up and down the slit, sucking her lips into his mouth, and then he sucked her clit like it was a little cock. He stuck one finger into her and began to thrust it in and out. He added another and she was moaning fiercely. He started to flick her clit with his tongue and that was it; she orgasmed. Her cum filled his mouth and he licked it all up. She continued writhing under his touch. He then moved back up to her and kissed her, letting their tongues dance.

He asked, “Can you do this? I mean…go all the way?”

“Yes. I’m on the pill. As long as you don’t have any STDs, which you’d better not, we’re fine.”

“No. I have nothing.”

He kissed her again and then he eased into her when he slid the first inch in, her legs instinctively wrapped around him and she pulled him a bit more. By this time he had about five inches in, and he began to thrust in and out. They were moaning together and then when she started pulling on her nipples, that was enough for him and he shot his load in her. She orgasmed around him and John loved the feeling of her vaginal walls clutching his penis. When he began to go flaccid, he removed himself.

He kissed her and then said, “I guess I have found the girl I was looking for.”

Dae smiled and kissed him, and his cock began to come back to life. They were in for a long night.



A Long Night



She knelt in front of him naked and slightly shivering in the cool room. He observed how erect and taut her nipples were and was temped to reach over and pinch them, but refrained - maybe later. She bent down, reaching to the floor and picked up the collar and leash. Handing both to him, she dropped her arms back down to her sides, waiting. He toyed with the collar for a few moments, turning it over and over in his hands, and then reached out to hand it back to her. She was hesitant to take it, but finally did, not wanting to be punished later.

She knew what to do and put the collar around her neck. The clasp closing was loud in the quiet room. Tears came to her eyes, not from fear, oh no never from fear. The tears were ones of joy – the joy of knowing the collar was a sign of ownership and that her Master owned her. She bowed her head and lifted her hair to receive the leash; her Master reached over and snapped it onto the collar. He saw the tears and smiled slightly, knowing she was happy and would please him; knowing he was going to enjoy her submission to him.

He gently tugged on the leash, pulling her upper body forward to him, forcing her to move her knees forward. She looked him in the eyes and they held the look together for what seemed eternity. They both knew what the other was thinking – this was the time for complete submission. He glanced down to his lap, her eyes following his look. His hardness and wetness was showing through his pants. She reached up and unzipped his pants, reached for his hardness and released it from his pants and underwear. She then bent over and wrapped her mouth around him and took his cock into her throat as far as it would go. He sighed deeply and arched his hips up to meet her mouth. God, how he loved her mouth on him, so warm, soft and giving. As she moved her head and mouth up and down his cock, he grabbed her head and held it still against his crotch and cock while he moved his hips against her face. He wanted to fuck her face, to use her like a whore – his whore, which of course she was. He shut his eyes and laid his head back, still holding onto her face and fucked her until he came in her mouth. His last thrust gagged her, but she swallowed all of his cum, that precious gift of his nectar.

When at last he was finished, she pulled here mouth away from his cock and licked him clean of his cum every drop, as he preferred. She cleaned him well, because she knew if she didn't, he would be less than pleased and she couldn't bear to see the look of displeasure on his face. She then sat back, waiting to fulfill his next command and desire. 

He looked at her in front of him and leaned forward taking one of her nipples between two of his fingers and started to gently twist it between them. The pain at first was slight and she didn't wince, but when he saw it didn't hurt her, he twisted harder...he wanted a reaction from her. Tears came to her eyes but she didn't wince or cry out...this upset him a little – she was exhibiting that defiance he knew was in her...the one thing he wanted to break her of – he wanted her submission without hesitation. She gave it most of the time, but sometimes... As he looked at her he thought, "She's high maintenance, but is worth the effort." He then sighed because sometimes she made him sad and tired with her rebelliousness.

She knew she should have reacted, but it was too late...he would likely discipline her for it. She asked herself why she sometimes did that – hesitate. She could think of no answer. He pointed to the chair in the corner of the room. She rose, quickly and quietly walked over to it sat down, legs spread wide apart, with hands and arms down to her sides. She felt him walk up behind her and pause. He bent over her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "You are aware for not allowing me the pleasure of watching you react to the pinch, you will now suffer the consequences?" She nodded her head in reply, knowing she was not allowed to speak prior to and during discipline. "You also know that I am doing this because I care for you and only want the best for you and us?" "That I'm not angry with you nor do I do this out of anger?" Again, she nodded. He signed. He did not like doing this, but it was needed and he would never let her know how much it hurt him to do it.

He walked over to the table and picked up a pair of nipple clamps, silver ones with bells and rubber covers. They looked innocent enough but could provide a nice 'bit' if applied properly. He walked over to the chair and stood behind her. He reached over her shoulders and picked up one of her breasts, rolling the nipple between his fingers, flicking it, and bringing the nipple erect and hard. He quickly attached one of the clamps on her nipple. He didn't apply it hard, just hard enough to know it was there. He reached down and picked up her other breast and repeated the gestures; rolled and flicked the nipple until it was hard and erect - then quickly applied the clamp in the same manner as the other one. 

She sat there quietly not moving, but as he stood in front of her he could see the desire start to rise in her eyes. She liked the clamps on hard, hard enough to make her cum, but he had refrained from putting them on as she liked; she would soon be panting in desire and begging, screaming for him to attach the clamps harder. Her punishment for disobedience was to not get what she desired. He sighed again...it was going to be a very long night.



A Long Night



Janey rolled her stockings up one at a time and attached them to the garters. A man once told her that the garter belt, garters and stockings provided a perfect frame for her pussy and drew attention to it. She stood up and looked in the mirror, I guess he's right she thought, and continuing to look at herself she thought,

"Damn I look good!" 

Red hair – everywhere – nice legs, a slim waist, small but well shaped breasts, and her face, even without makeup, well, she'd like to kiss her. Should she wear a bra' tonight? No, just that black see-through blouse, that would look good. The skirt had to be chosen carefully, but she was sure the lacy black one, just above the knee, yes, that would do. You couldn't wear it out, or at least you had to be careful, because with stockings on it might show the tops, which wasn't cool, but her black panties would act as a short slip, and just to go up to a motel room, unless the guy wanted to go out to eat or something, could be very inviting. And sort of old-fashioned, lacy, tap pants, black, of course, guys liked that sort of thing. Shoes? Not the super-heels, as Ron liked to call them, but a pair of sexy open toed ones, yes, the silver ones.

As she dressed, she thought again about the man she was going to meet, he'd sounded so young, so uncertain, when he'd called. He'd never been with a woman before, so this could be fun. At first he didn't even know she'd want money, and it was always difficult to explain that part. Guys always wanted something for nothing. She'd learned the hard way to get the money first or they'd get what they wanted, then try to stiff you. She was glad, though, that she didn't have to do this for a living because too much of a good thing could get old pretty fast. She wondered what he looked like, she always did with a first timer. He sounded real down-home, a real country boy.

She was all ready to go, 8:15, and it would take about half-an-hour to get to the motel, but where was Ron? Probably having a drink with the guys from the office, not knowing that she had a date. But she liked to kiss him goodbye before she went out, and let him know where she'd be. She heard his key in the lock, good, now she could leave.

"Hi, honey." She kissed him.

"Where the fuck are you going?" He'd been drinking, and pulled her ass toward him as they kissed.

"I gotta go. Got a call a couple of hours ago, and have a date."

"Shit, I was just thinking we might have some fun tonight as it's Friday. There's time for a quickie, come on." As he pulled her toward the bedroom.

"NO! If you'd come home half an hour ago, yes, but now I'd be all messy. I have to go."

His hand was feeling under her short skirt. "Look, just bend over the hall table. I'll be quick." 

"No, Wait 'til I come home. I'll try to get away early." And she pulled away, opened the door and was gone.

She pulled into the motel parking lot half an hour later. There was a convenience store across the parking lot, with a few people going in and out as she walked over to the building, went up the stairs looking for room 208. A couple of guys in the parking lot watched as she went up the stairs, probably eying her legs and short skirt, thinking they could see something, so she walked close to the rail. They couldn't see anything, it was too dark, and black underwear wouldn't show anyway, but guys liked to think they could see up your skirt, and that amused her. 

She knocked at the door and a young guy who looked under 18 opened it.

"I hope you're of age." She said

"Of age, what d'you mean?"

"Like over 18."

"Sure – everyone thinks I'm younger than I am. I'm 21"

Well it didn't matter, he could be lying, but who'd know?

She kissed him on the cheek and went into the room. She had to get the money thing over, because she'd been burned a couple of times in the past.

"You know what I charge, I think, I have to have the money first. $200."

"Oh sure I'll give it to you later."

"No I'm sorry, I have to have it now." And she quickly explained that men often tried to get out of paying after they'd got what they wanted from a girl.

He still didn't pay up but just stared at her, at her breasts through her blouse, so she let it go.

"So where do you want to start?" She asked him gently, "Shall we sit on the bed and talk?"

"I'd like that." And as he sat on the bed she sat down close beside him.

"You've never been with a girl before?"

"Nope."

"Not once? Shall I help you?" And she put her hand on his thigh.

Then, "Here, put your hand on my breast." She took his hand and placed it on her breast. This was going to be tough.

"Mm, that's soft." He murmured nervously.

She undid her blouse, glad she hadn't worn a bra. "Now touch me." 

"Nice." 

"Feel how my nipple gets hard when you touch it......That's it, now roll it between your fingers.....Oh, oh yes, I like that. Not too hard, there I like that. You're making me very hot." She was telling the truth, she was getting hot.

"I like you're titties, but they's kinda small."

"Do you think so? Some men like to kiss them. Why don't you?.............Very nice! You could suck on one if you want."

He pulled back, "I ain't sucking on no titty. I ain't no baby. I want to see what you got down there." He pointed to her skirt.

Okay. She stood up and slowly pulled up her skirt, then slowly pulled down her panties and took them off. Might as well give him a good show. Then she sat down again with her skirt pulled up to show her crotch. He stared at her pubic hair, then reached over and touched it.

"How come there so much hair on it?" He asked.

"That's the way all girls are." She was puzzled, what did he expect?

"My brother showed me a magazine with girls in and they just had an iddy bit o' hair, or nothin' at all."

"That's because they shave themselves. I shaved myself once, but didn't like it, so I don't do it now."

"I like to see it without no hair." He said petulantly. "I like a girl's cock to look nice and smooth. Would you shave it for me?"

"Don't know, not now but if we got to know each other real well I might." While she told herself, "In your dreams."

"What do you call this thing, is this your pussy?" As he ran his hand over her pubic hair.

"Yes, that's okay, pussy's okay, but the proper name is vagina. Didn't you ever have any sex education?"

"No, my momma said that was sinful, sex edication. She said that led you into sinful ways, boys and girls together talkin' about sex."

"What would your momma think of what you're doing now?" As she opened her legs so that he could touch her cunt.

"She'd say I was sinnin' for sure. Can I open you up some? Where's your pee hole?" He said, feeling her with his fingers.

She reached down and opened her lips with her fingers. "You can do what you want with it. That's what you're paying for. And this is my pee hole." She showed him. 

This was fun, giving a complete novice sex education. He was fingering her, examining her, spreading her labia with his fingers, running his fingers inside her. It was starting to feel very nice and she was getting hot.

"Where's the spot that feels so good, your clicker?"

"That's here." She showed him, loving his malapropism. "It's called a clitoris, or clit. Some men like to lick it. Would you like to try that?"

"Yew, that's nasty. It's right next to your pee hole, and there's your butt-hole, and besides it smells funny." He said as he pulled away. "My brother told me that in Africa they cut that and other bits off gals so they cain't pleasure theirselves and be postitutes. He said that's good 'cause then they can't make men do bad things, and get diseases." 

She felt a cold dark veil come over her and she closed her legs involuntarily.

"You're a postitute, ain't you?" He went on. "You make men do bad things, like fornicatin' and doin' adultery and stuff like that. Maybe if you had your clitory and some of these loose bits cut off you wouldn't make men act sinful. Are you a whore too? I seen whores hangin' out in the street, my brother showed me some, do you hang round on the street?"

This was getting unpleasant. Maybe she should go. "A whore and a prostitute are the same thing, and no, I'm not one, I'm an escort. But I don't think I should stay, you haven't given me the money I asked for yet, and you're starting to talk unpleasantly."

He pulled out his wallet which was stuffed fat with bills. "No, honey, Janey, that's your name, ain't it? Here's what you wanted, two hundred dollars. You better count it." And he handed her a wad of bills, all twenties.

She took the money, maybe he was okay, maybe she'd go through with it. But if he mentioned "cutting bits off" again, she was getting out. She put the money on the bedside table and settled back down on the bed, leaning on one elbow and spreading her legs slightly for him. 

He came and sat on the bed, reached over and slid his hand up her thigh to find her vagina, then started to explore it again with his fingers. She opened her legs wider to accommodate him as he started feel her, his fingers sliding into her now-wet orifice. Ah, that was better. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling, but time was getting away, she had to get this over and get out of here.

"Ah, that's nice." As she reached out to find his hard cock. "Ooh that's nice too. Take it out for me, I want it."

He unzipped his fly and pulled out a rather large cock. "I bin savin' that for you, I didn't jack off today."

He usually masturbated? She wondered, as she stroked his cock that was dripping now.

"Babies comes out of that hole?" He asked.

"Yes, that's where they come out." She answered.

"I don't believe that. Your hole's too small unless they's tiny things."

"When a woman is going to have a baby her vagina stretches so that it can get out."

"You had a baby?" He went on. 

"Yes, many years ago, but I gave it up to adoption because I wasn't married." Jaynie told him.

He was still fondling her as he mulled that over. Then he put both hands on her and tried to open her vagina wider.

"Ow! That hurts!" She screamed. " What are you doing?"

"I was just atryin' to see how much it would stretch out."

"No, you don't understand. After a baby a woman goes back to normal again."

"You say I can do what I want with your vaginy?" He asked as he continued to push his fingers in and out of her.

"Yes, whatever you want, my love. Except don't try to stretch it again, okay?"

"Good, I'm gonna shave it with my grandaddy's straight razor. It's in the bathroom, and I'll sharpen it up some." He jumped up and ran to the bathroom with his big cock hanging out in front of him.

Janey froze! He wasn't going to come anywhere near her vagina with a straight razor, after all that talk about "cutting bits off". She looked for her clothes. There were panties, her skirt was across the room, her heels beside the bed, her purse...Where was her purse? Shit! Ah, there it was. 

She got up quickly and stuffed the money in her purse, hesitated, then put half of it back, grabbed the rest of her stuff quickly, then called out:

"Take your time, honey, I'll just relax here till you come back. Just make sure the razor's good and sharp so it won't nick me."

She could hear the slap - slap of the razor as he stropped it, so she got up, gathering her things in her arms quickly. She'd finish dressing after she'd escaped. She pulled the door open as quietly as she could, then slipped out.

She closed the door quietly and turned to run.

"Shit!" Her skirt had caught in the door. She yanked on it and it just started to rip. Her favorite skirt too. Fuck it, she'd have to leave it. As she turned to run, her purse fell out of her arms, and as she stooped to pick it up everything fell out. She grabbed what she could and ran shoeless down the steps and out to the parking lot.

She hid behind a pickup and watched as the guy came down the steps, holding what looked like her skirt, and looked around, and as he looked at the row of cars, she moved around to stay out of sight. He went over to a flashy new pickup, unlocked the door and rummaged around. Then he came out with a flashlight, shone it at the cars, then under the cars. She got up on the running board of the pickup so her feet wouldn't show. It was a bit precarious, but she held on tight, looking through the pickup window until he turned away and went back up the steps to the room. Poor guy, she thought, he still hadn't got laid.

She stepped down and took stock. She'd lost a nice skirt, but gained $100. She was glad she hadn't taken all the money, now he had no reason to call the cops. There was the $100, her wallet and ID, good now she could drive home where Ron was waiting. She walked over to her car, reached into her purse, and......Where were the car keys? They had to be here. Jesus! She looked through everything. No car keys, they must have dropped out when she dropped everything. Maybe she could sneak up the steps and...NO! He'd be sure to come out and find her. She had to think of something else.

She suddenly realized she didn't have her panties on. Great! She put them on quickly in case someone came out to the cars. She'd call Ron to come and help, and reached into her purse for her cell phone. No cell phone! She was getting dizzy, she felt as if she was going to faint. Now what? She'd have to try to go back up, and if she didn't find the phone and the keys, she'd go to the room and explain everything to the country boy. He'd let her back in, pull out his straight razor, and cut her pussy to ribbons! No. She had some change, she'd pull down her panties to cover her bare thighs, the straight legged panties she was glad she'd worn, so they'd look like a very short skirt. Then go over to the small store across the parking lot and see if it had a phone.

Just then a guy came out of the store and was walking straight toward her. This must be his pickup, she realized, and as he came over to get in, she moved behind her car, out of sight, and said:

"Excuse me!" 

He looked around, and saw her looking over the top of her car.

"Talking to me?"

"Yes, please, can you help me? I've lost my car keys."

"Why sure honey. Let me take a look."

As he came around the car he saw her standing there in just panties, and with her garters showing.

"Holy shit! Looks like you lost half your clothes too."

"It's a long story."

"I bet! Okay, let's see what we got."

There were no open windows, and he said he wasn't much at stealing cars.

"But look, I'll take you home, and later you can come back to get it."

She thanked him profusely as she climbed into the cab of his pickup. As they drove she concocted a story of being attacked and running away, dropping everything as she ran, then hiding behind the cars in the parking lot. Then she noticed something, they were going the wrong way.

"Hey, you were going to take me home, this is the wrong way."

"Look honey, I know what happened, you're a hooker, and things went wrong and you ran. Can happen to the nicest girls."

"Please, I've had enough trouble tonight, just take me home." She begged.

"We're going home." He said. "My home."

She felt his hand on her thigh, as he said, "Look honey, if I'm going to do you a favor you have to do me a favor. We'll go up to my place and I'll fuck you, then we'll get you home."

"My husband will be worried. He'll expect me home."

He laughed. "Your husband? You mean your pimp? Don't make me laugh, he must be used to you coming home any time. I haven't had a piece of ass in a while, so it'll probably be quick."

She felt his hand creep up over the stocking top to her bare thigh, then start under the leg of her panties to touch her pussy. She resigned herself to the fact that this guy was going to fuck her. 

As they drove he questioned her about what happened, so she told him the whole thing. 

"You really thought he was going to cut on you?" He asked. 

"How do I know. When you get that close to someone with a razor like that, who knows what crazy notions might go through his head. I didn't want to wait to find out, would you?"

He agreed that having someone cut on you was too big a risk to take. He thought of someone cutting on his cock and it made him shudder. But the idea of cutting bits off a woman's labia somehow turned him on, and he felt disgusted with himself.

Al had had a tough day. First of all three guys at his work site didn't show up, then he'd tripped over some debris and banged up his knee, so running into this babe had been a gift. Being with her made him forget the whole fucking day, and he enjoyed tricking her into coming back to his apartment with him. Now, in spite of the fact that she was a whore, or maybe because she was one, he was beginning to like her.

"What's your name?" He asked her. "Mine's Al."

"I'm Jaynie."

"Your real name, or your professional name?"

"Both, but spelled differently. If you put a "y" in Jane it seems sexier."

Then turned into the parking lot at his apartment complex.

"Here we are." Al said as he gathered up his stuff. He had a heavy canvas bag and a book like a ledger. 

Jaynie got out on the other side, feeling very conspicuous without a skirt to cover her thighs, and realized she should have taken off her stockings and garter belt, then her panties would have just looked like short shorts. Luckily the parking lot was empty as they walked up to the building.

As they went up the stairs there was an older couple coming down. The man stared, while the woman pursed her lips and looked straight ahead, and after they'd passed Janey heard her say:

".........that's disgusting.............no shame............no better than she should be....." As her husband glanced back over his shoulder.

She and Al both chuckled.

They went down the hallway to Al's apartment, and as soon as they were inside he asked her:

"How'd you like a drink? You probably need one. What would you like, I've got about everything."

"I'd like a scotch and water please."

He poured them both a drink and they talked as he stroked her thigh.

She told him how her husband had talked her into becoming a freelance prostitute, and she really enjoyed it, because she enjoyed sex. She really liked to meet new men, liked the way guys looked at her when she was in sexy clothes, and liked the feel of their hands exploring her body.

They had another drink, and now his hands were doing some serious exploring as they kissed. The feel of his rough hand on her soft thigh over her stocking top was delicious, and soon she had her panties off for him and he was feeling her vaginal opening and gently rubbing her clitoris. With each new move she gave a small involuntary gasp. First he touched her labia, spread them and felt the warm wetness inside. Then it was her clit and: 

"Oh, ooh, that's so nice." she said softly, as she sat, eyes closed, legs apart.

Al took her hand and led her to his room, where he gently pushed her back on to the unmade bed, and she lay, legs apart, waiting while he undressed. He fell into her waiting arms, and as they kissed, and kissed, and kissed, he opened her labia and slipped his hard penis into moist vagina.

She sighed deeply as she took him into her body. This was what she loved about being a whore, lots of foreplay then straight fucking. Al was the sort of man she needed, forceful yet gentle, and as he fucked her she realized he wasn't wearing a condom. When he paused for a moment:

"Shouldn't you be wearing a rubber?" She whispered in his ear.

"Why, have you got a disease?" He whispered back.

"No, I don't think so."

"Then I'll take a chance as long as you're on the pill." He kissed her ear and she thought that if she were to have a baby again, it would be by a man like this.

He was good, hitting all her highs as the heat rose between her legs, absorbing her whole body. She seemed to have a continuous orgasm with just pauses to get her breath. Then when he finally came, squirting his living sperm deep inside her, she thought again about how it would be if he were actually fertilizing her, planting a living creature in her womb. She felt the natural longing that all women have at one time, and as she lay there with her legs wrapped around his still body, she regretted that it wouldn't happen.




A Long Night



After a while she got up and went down the hall, through the living room, to the toilet. When she'd taken a pee and walked back she realized there was someone sitting in the living room reading. He must have come in while they were fucking. He glanced up, seeing this almost naked woman walking by.

"Hi."

"Oh dear, I didn't know you were here. You must be Al's roommate." She said, taken by surprise.

He got up and introduced himself as Leo.

As she turned to go back into the bedroom, Al came out wearing shorts now.

"Leo, have you two met? This is Jaynie. She's a hooker who I rescued from a fate worse than death. She's yours for $100."

"I am not a hooker! I'm an escort." Jaynie laughed, but wished he hadn't introduced her like that. She resented it, because of the feeling she'd had about him while they'd been coupling.

"Okay, I'll see if I have any money." Leo said as he went down the hall to his room.

He came back with a wad of bills. Al grabbed them, went back to his bedroom, came out and handed Jaynie a handful of money.

"Here's $200 for both of us."

Jaynie took it, stared at all those bills, then looked at Al. She'd thought there was more between them than this, money.

"But you helped me." She told him.

"Take it, and take Leo back to his room and show him a good time.

He had to be firm, because he was starting to like this little whore more than was good for him – or her. He could afford $100, and needed to pay her to get rid of that feeling, to make sure they both knew this was just between a man and a prostitute. A business deal.

Leo led her back to his bedroom, and while she sat on the bed, he leant over and kissed her. He fondled her breasts, and squeezed her nipples with his fingers. She reached out and unzipped his fly, took out his cock and started to suck it, as he turned and lay down beside her. He took off his pants and shorts, then, when she'd sucked his cock until it was good and hard, he lay back and she swung her leg over and sat on it.

"Ooooh....." she moaned as his hard meat sank deep inside her. She liked that position, but soon she was on her back, legs spread, and he was pounding away at her, then she found herself kneeling, and he was hitting her hard from behind and she could feel his balls hitting her, bang..bang..and then....she lost track of what was going on as he moved her from one position to the next. The only thing she could remember was telling him, as he started to try and penetrate her anus, that anal sex would cost him another $50. She didn't like anal, and usually telling a man that it would cost more was enough.

Soon they were lying side by side on the bed, locked together, with his cock still inside her.

"That was nice, real nice." Leo said.

"Me too." Jaynie said.

"We'll have to do it again sometime. I don't usually pay for it, but that was worth the money."

"I'll take that as a compliment." She told him. "But I've got to get going, my husband will wonder where I am."

She kissed Leo, then got up, went into the living room where Al was watching television.

"Damn you two are noisy, I had to turn the TV up loud." He said.

"I've got to call my husband." Jaynie announced.

Al showed her the phone, and she called Ron, told him to bring a pair of jeans and some panties, and that she'd explain later what had happened, then went to sit down on the couch beside Al.

"Wait!" He told her, then went into the bathroom and brought back a towel for her to sit on.

"Hey that's not very nice." She told him.

"Well, you may leak, and I don't want that nasty stuff on my couch."

Leo came out in his shorts, and they all sat on the couch, had another drink, and waited for Ron to arrive. As they drank the guys caressed Jaynie's boobs and legs to much laughter and kissing.

"You want to go again?" Al asked her.

"Got any more money?" She countered. "And that's enough with the hands, guys. How'd you like it if I was grabbing you balls?" 

"That's okay with me." Leo said.

The doorbell rang, Leo got up to let Ron in.

"Looks like the party's still going on." He said, looking at them all in their underwear.

"No it's just winding down." Al said. "You should have been here half an hour ago. Things were really jumping, and your wife was really earning her money." He teased.

Jaynie leaned over and kissed Al while he fondled her breast. Then she got up, took her panties from Ron and went to the bathroom. When she came out with just panties and blouse on, she took her jeans and put them on, and finished dressing.

"Wish you didn't have to leave." Leo told her.

"Hey, she can stay all night if you boys can afford it." Ron said.

"Yeah, wouldn't that be nice, but we're not that rich."

"Goodnight guys." Jaynie said as she leaned over and kissed them both. "Call me."

Then she and Ron were out the door.

As Ron drove her back to her car she told him what had happened. When it got to the bit about the razor, and cutting bits off her labia and clitoris, he was afraid to think that that turned him on. And when she told him how she'd had sex with both Leo and Al, he wanted to get home fast while there was still some of their juice inside her.

He dropped Jayne off at her car, and after he was sure she was on her way, he followed, thinking still of the two men he'd seen her with, feeling, caressing her, and that they'd so recently been fucking her.

He was home a few minutes after her, and he rushed in and stopped her, while she was still undressing, stopped her before she could take off her panties. They both knew what he wanted. She lay back on the bed, and he slowly kissed her, her sweet mouth, and imagined her kissing Al. He sucked and kissed her breasts, those hard, pink nipples that stood so tall. Then he took off her panties and opened her sex with his thumbs. 

It was still wet and sticky, and as he opened it more he smelled the odor of sweat and the distinctive smell of female genitals, and overall the smell of other men's cologne.... and semen. He started to lick her cunt, opening it wide, and enjoying the odor and taste as he licked.........and licked..........and licked.



A Long Night



All characters are over 18.

*****

It had been a long day and while Kelly was getting ready for bed she was thinking about how she should have gone camping with her roommate. Usually, the non-stop sex between Michelle and her boyfriend got old, but tonight Kelly was horny and the sounds of them fucking would be a welcome sound as she pleasured herself. While going through her normal bedtime routine, she put her sleep powder in a cup on her nightstand, hung her clothes so they didn't wrinkle, and then turned down her bed. Just as she was about to climb in bed, Kelly heard a thump downstairs.

As she started putting on her robe, she thought, "I'm alone, why am I covering up?" 

Throwing the robe back on the chair, she walked downstairs. Looking around the kitchen and living room, Kelly saw what she expected to see, exactly nothing. She was alone, which led her mind back to Michelle, which made her think of Michelle's tongue and fingers, which lead her to think of her pussy and how horny she was. Stopping in the hallway, she looked at herself in the mirror. 

At 25 years old, it had taken her years to accept her body, but she was starting to love it. She was 5'7", red hair, and curves in all the right places. She had full breasts, thick areolas and big nipples. She might have a little bit of a belly, but there was a nice hourglass shape going from her waist and down to her full, round hips. Following around her thick hips, her eyes found her ass. 

She was what Sir Mix-a-lot had in mind when he wrote his song. Men had told her that her ass was amazing and it took her a long time to accept it, but now she loved nothing more than to flaunt it. She loved the way her waist tapered out to her hips and ass and then down toward her thighs. Kelly smiled as she ran a hand down over her curves and smacked her own ass. Giving one last happy thought to how sexy she was, she went back to her room.

"Fuck", he thought. He knew he was clumsy, but bumping into the wall turned into a happy accident. The noise brought her downstairs, which allowed him to sneak back upstairs while she was prowling around the living room and kitchen. He entered her bedroom and quickly hid in the closet. He had been in here several times while she was gone so he knew exactly where to hide.

Sliding in between her soft, cool sheets, Kelly ran her hands up and down her breasts and belly, lightly touching her skin with her fingernails. Even though she was not the wafer thin runway model on magazines, Kelly knew her curves were sexy! Tracing her finger around her right nipple, she gave it a little pinch, then another. Then feeling her pussy tingling, she cranked down, giving her nipple a tight pinch, bringing a gasp from her lips. While one hand was busy teasing her nipple, her other hand began to roam over her delicious belly and slid around to her full hips. 

Her hips was her second best feature, right after her ass and her former boyfriends loved to grab onto her hips and hold on to life as they licked her clit. Kelly raked her nails across her hips and her hand headed back to her pussy. She could feel the heat and knew her clit was engorged. Teasing herself, she let her fingers trace around the hood of her clit, not quite touching it, but instead, running around to her soft lips and sliding her index finger up and down. 

Fuck, she was so wet, she needed a cock, or at the very least, a tongue licking her pussy or sucking on her nipples. Biting her lip, she gave another hard pinch and dipped her finger into her slit. Her finger slid in easy and she slid another in next to it. Cranking down on her nipple, she moved her fingers in and out slowly, trying to tease herself, to deny herself and prolong the sensation. Kelly could feel her pussy pulsing on its own, trying to pull her fingers in deeper, farther. Not being able to stand it, her right hand slid down and found her clit. A touch was all she needed; just that one feel of her finger brushing against the sensitive nub cleared her mind of any restraint. 

She rolled on her side and her left hand pulled out of her pussy with no resistance and slid around to her ass, tracing her wetness across her hips as she found her delicate rosebud. Her left hand was vigorously stroking her clit as she rubbed and pushed a finger onto her ass hole. There was little resistance, but what resistance there was disappeared with the slightest pressure. Kelly's finger was still wet from her pussy and it slid past her pink hole and into her ass. Now she was in heaven. Working both hands faster and faster, she began rocking her whole body, forcing one finger in deeper and then the other. 

Her clit was on fire and the nerves in her ass were firing like crazy, making her body spasm and twitch. She lost control of her legs and her only thought was to quench the fire of her pussy, feeling the pleasure building like the force of a damned river. Her fingers were driving in and out of her ass and pussy and she began to imagine her mouth was full of cock. This last though drove her over the edge, she felt her ass tighten around her finger and her pussy quivered and pulsed and she released a flood of cum all over her hands and sheets, but she kept going, not daring to stop the wave of pleasure, until she was spent. 

After what seemed like forever, her hips gave one last jerk and her clit became too sensitive to touch. Kelly removed her fingers, rolled onto her back, legs jerking; she brought her finger to her mouth, tasting herself. She always loved the taste of her own pussy. Now she could go to sleep, but first things first, she got up to clean herself, and grab a towel to cover the wet spot she left in the center of her bed. As she drifted away, her last thought was that orgasms were better than any sleeping medication.

Confusion, that was the next thought Kelly had. Why did her hands hurt and why did she taste fuzz? 

She felt pain and thought, "What the fuck was wrong?" That's when reality hit her. 

Her hands were being held together and something was in her mouth! As she struggled to make sense of what was going on, she was rolled over just enough to see a form in the darkness.

"Don't worry, I'm just here for your body, you can have it back when I'm done using it." said a deep voice. Despite her panic, she was able to appreciate that the voice, in another situation, would have been soothing.

Taking stock of the situation, she realized she was face up, her hands were tied up over her head, the towel she used earlier was in her mouth, and she could feel a weight pressing her down into the bed.

"Now, we need to get these things off of you." 

The weight lifted from her body. Not sure which "things" he was talking about, she tensed up. She felt something cold slide down her hips and then she felt the sharp tip of a knife scrape against her skin.

"MMMM, your ass does look great in panties, but they are just going to be in my way." the voice said as he cut first one side and then the other. 

"What the fuck was going on? Am I about to be raped?" she thought as fear began to course through her. 

For some crazy reason, her next thought was "Fuck, those panties were expensive."

The cold of the knife on her breastbone brought her back to reality as her tank top was cut up the middle.

"Much better. Do you know how beautiful your body is? Of course you do, I watch you put on a show all the time through your window. I could just stand here and look at you all night, but I have an asshole to do and places to lick." 

Kelly was terrified and looked around in fear. 

Sensing this, the deep voice rumbled "Don't worry, it's only us. You have all night to pleasure me." 

Kelly felt hands roughly grab a breast and squeeze, this shocked her and she jumped. 

"That's right, you like it, don't you?" 

Squeezing harder, she felt his other hand grab her other breast and then felt her nipple slid into his mouth. Sucking hard, she felt his teeth close around her nipples, biting down and pulling away, he pulled at her nipple until it popped out of his mouth. 

Her sudden intake of breath brought a chuckle from him, which was cut short by an intense pinch on her other nipple. 

"Ungh", she moaned into the towel. 

Kelly thought, "I just did this", quickly followed by, "I hope he doesn't forget my clit... wait, where the fuck did that thought come from?"

As if reading her mind, one hand left her breast and roughly grabbed her crotch, while the other continued to grab and pull at her breasts. She could feel the roughness of his callouses and the thickness of his fingers and it was an interesting contrast to his slick tongue circling her nipple. 

As he bit down again on her nipple, he forced his finger into her pussy, making her arch her back, forcing her pussy farther onto his fingers and she felt his thumb rub up against her clit. As she bit down on the towel, she tasted herself and realized it was the towel she used earlier and worse, her next thought, how she enjoyed the taste.

"You are such a dirty bitch, are you trying to ride my fingers?" 

Shaking her head no, she became upset at her thoughts and tried to focus on the ceiling (it was beige), but his annoying thumb kept distracting her, "stupid thumb" she thought. His fingers brought her attention back to her nipples as he started twisting her nipple back and forth, making her moan and she became embarrassed at how wet her pussy had become.

"You liked that didn't you? I can feel you getting wetter!" With one last twist, he pulled his fingers out of her pussy and his mouth off her nipple and got on top of her.

She could feel his hairy chest rub against her breasts and the stubble on his chin scrapped her neck. He began to bite, kiss, and lick her neck as he worked his way down her body. 

She briefly felt his cock brush against her thigh and thought, "He must be fucking huge. There is no way I can take that," she thought, but she knew she would have to, and that scared her. 

Scared her and made her feel something else... excitement? No way! No way she would be excited, but she had taken big cocks before and knew she could do so again. 

He passed her breasts and came to her belly and she knew what would come next. She felt his hands grab her waist and hips, grip them and holding tight. This made her feel more in control because every man did this too her, they all loved to feel her thick hips. 

Then it came, his tongue found her clit and there was no teasing like she had earlier, he was not interested in prolonging her pleasure, but came at her with brute force. His tongue was thick and it licked at her as if this was the only thing keeping him alive. 

Then she felt something that made her wet, his finger was rubbing against her ass. She could feel him knocking and new he was going to enter no matter what she said. 

The only thing she loved more than having her pussy licked was having her ass fucked. Fingers, cock, dildo, tongue, she didn't care, but she would be damned if this was going to happen.

"Go ahead, tighten up." she heard him say, but then she felt his finger straighten and force into her. Since it had been made slick from her pussy, his finger went in easy, despite her attempts to stop it. It felt like lightening, shooting electricity up through her belly, past her breasts and straight into her brain. She gasped in pleasure then gasped again as she felt another finger slide in next the first. 

"Don't worry, I'm just getting you ready for my cock." 

"What?" she tried to say, but it only came out as a grunt and that elicited a chuckle from him.

He was actually using his fingers to stretch her out, and it was working. It was starting to feel good. She was enjoying the feeling of the fullness. Kelly started thinking "If I don't have a choice, if he is making me, then it's okay if I like the feeling, it's not my fault." 

Kelly knew she was not in control and that's when everything changed in her mind. Kelly could feel his mouth and tongue greedily devouring her clit while his two fingers were sliding in and out of her ass, and to top it off, she felt him slid a couple of fingers into her pussy. Damn, she was full to bursting and all she wanted to do was cum. 

She was no longer surprised to find his fingers sliding in so easily, she knew she was wet. Her pussy was tingling and she only wanted more. His tongue was persistent, his fingers in her pussy were pounding in and out of her, and her ass was being stretched in preparation for that fantastic cock, wait, no, she didn't want that, did she? Since her choice no longer mattered, she realized she did want it, and wanted it badly.

He greedily licked and sucked at her pussy, making her wetter and wetter, making more and more noise and letting his fingers slide in and out faster and faster, the friction was amazing. He was making her body shudder; she could feel the quivering start in her legs and belly and the wave rapidly moved to her pussy. 

Kelly tried to force her pussy farther down on those fingers, trying to get the others deeper in her ass. She was straining against the ropes that held her hands

Then the orgasm came upon her like an earthquake, she bit down on the towel, moaned and flooded his face, but he kept up the pace. It was as if her cum energized him. As she came, he licked harder, forced his fingers farther and farther into her ass. As her orgasm started to reside, she realized he wasn't stopping. 

His tongue continued its onslaught, his fingers continued to fill her holes as she struggled to move away, using the rope around her wrists to try to pull away from him. 

He pulled his fingers out without warning and grasping her hips; he pulled her back down to his greedy mouth and used his body weight to hold down her legs.

She didn't know what to think, her orgasm was over, but her mind was still clouded with what? Pleasure? She couldn't tell, couldn't think, and all she could do was feel. 

Kelly felt his tongue beating against her clit relentlessly, forcing and ripping another orgasm from her. Kelly felt her ass pucker, almost asking for cock. Her pussy was on fire, one hand digging into her waist, keeping her still and she realized the other hand had moved up to her nipple, pulling and pinching, taking this giant orgasm, and using the pain to send it higher. 

Everything was in pain, and that sunk her into her body even more, and that forced all thought out and she felt only the quivering of her round thighs, the flooding of her pussy, the puckering of her ass, the force of his hand grabbing on to her hips, his fingers pulling her nipple so hard, she thought he would rip it off, then it was over.

It stopped with such quickness, the only thing she was aware of was his laugh as he roughly rolled her over and began to lick her ass. 

"Fuck, fuck me" she thought as she could feel the texture of his tongue flick back and forth across her sensitive hole, smoothly and gently. 

"I love your taste, it's all over your ass".

Suddenly, she felt her knees forced under her and then apart as he forced her legs open. Her ass was wide open and giving him access.

Terror again gripped her, how was she going to take that cock? 

"Don't worry, we will take it easy", he said as she felt him rub his cock head against her ass. 

Without warning, he forced his cock deep inside! She thought she was ready, she wanted and needed his cock after that orgasm, but it was so big, it was almost splitting her in half. Kelly tried to move away, but his grip on her was like a vise and as she pulled away, he just pulled back, she was fucking him! 

He became like a piston, his dick sliding out and forcing its way back in, no matter her muted protest, no matter her attempts to move away. Then she felt his hand slide up her back and grab her hair.

Suddenly, her head was yanked back, as a fist full of her hair forced her head up and in return, forcing her body back onto his cock. 

Not slowing a beat, she felt a sting on her ass as he slapped her, and again, and again. 

What the fuck was happening to her? She was on all fours, head stretched back as he pulled her hair, her ass was on fire from his slaps and her hole being stretched by the biggest cock she ever had, and now, she felt her pussy dripping down the inside of her thighs.

"You know, of all the ladies I have met this way, you are by far the sexiest and the most responsive. If I didn't know better, I would almost think you liked this".

As much as she wanted to, she couldn't deny it, mostly, because of the pussy soaked towel in her mouth that stopped her from talking, but also because she wanted his cock in her.

Suddenly, she heard his breathing change and his hand released her hair and now both hands clenched her waist. He started pulling her up against him, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her ass. 

"Uhhggggh, I'm going to cum." she heard him say, and all she could do is nod and moan. "You want me to cum, don't you?" he stammered.

Kelly didn't want to admit it, but she was wet, dripping, and she wanted to feel his cum shoot deep inside her. She nodded her head. She felt him slow down just a little and his hand yanked her head back again. This time, she couldn't have stopped the moan even if she wanted too. 

She felt the towel being pulled out of her mouth and all she could think to say was "Fuck, don't stop."

"I want to hear you say you want it."

Kelly's wanted to scream, but all that came out was a whimper and moan. 

"Say it!" he commanded as he pulled her head back further. 

She felt his big fucking cock slide in again and she heard herself say, "I want it."

"What do you want?"

"I want you to fuck my ass."

"Louder, tell me what you want!"

"Oh my fucking goodness, I want to feel you grab my hips and force your cock in my ass. I want to feel your hot cum fill me!"

With that, she felt him quivering and start bucking wildly as he yelled "I'm cuming".

He filled her with his hot cum, splashing her insides. It was warm and amazing.

This pushed her over, she had her third orgasm of the night, her legs gave out and she fell, writhing, to her belly, feeling his cock pull out of her used asshole as she dropped down. Her ass was so sensitive, the feeling of his cock sliding out was just one more sensation to her overloaded brain, and it shut down. 

Kelly slowly became aware and knew it was only seconds she was gone, but it was enough. She took stock of everything. Her ass was sore, but happy, his cum was dribbling out. She felt his dick, gently throbbing, on her ass crack. Her pussy was wet, still quivering and felt amazing. Her hips and waist felt bruised from his hands. Her legs were worthless. She could tell where he had yanked her hair. 

She felt used. She knew she had been fucked and used, with no thought to her pleasure. She had just been a toy for this guy and the only thing she could think was that it felt great.

"Damn, you are the finest fuck I have had, am I glad I picked your house tonight."

Kelly felt him shift off of her, his dick trailing across her ass and back of her thighs, as he got up off her. Sitting next to her, he grabbed her hair and he turned her head to face him. She still couldn't see his face, but she could see his dick was stirring.

"That's right sweet cheeks, we were just starting." he said as he stroked his dick. 

"I'm going to need a break real quick though." and grabbing the cup off of her bedside table, he drank down the entire contents in one gulp. "I'll be right back!" he said as he rolled her over. 

Kelly saw him stand up and walk to her bathroom. She was right; he was a big guy, easily six feet, broad shoulders, thick arms and legs. He had a little bit of a belly, but it didn't distract from his body. But he had two of her fatal weaknesses. He was bald and had tattoos.




A Long Night



Kelly heard the shower start and her head started working. She knew it was a matter of time before the medication kicked in and she knew she had to work fast, so she rolled on her back and started working to get her hands free as fast as she could. 

She was concentrating so hard, she didn't hear the shower stop, but she did feel the bed pushing down under his weight as he got on the bed. 

"No, no, my little dove, no struggling."

Kelly felt him climb back on top of her and realized his cock was approaching her mouth. His hands gripped her jaw and squeezed until she opened her lips and he forced his cock into her mouth. If she thought he felt big in her ass, then it was nothing compared to how it filled her mouth now. Kelly started to gag as his cock was going down her throat.

"No!", she thought, "I can take it."

His hand slipped under her head, grabbed a fist full of hair, and he forced himself even farther down her throat. Breathing through her nose, she felt his pubic hair tickle her cheeks and knew she had taken the whole thing, but as she felt him speed up, she started to worry. She didn't know if she could take his dick and a load of his cum at the same time.

Suddenly, she felt him slow down and then withdraw his cock from her mouth. 

"What did you put in that drink?" he asked.

"Sleeping medication, I'm surprised you are still moving." she answered.

"It's kicking in. I guess the jokes on me. This is my cue to leave!"

As she watched him dress, she was surprised to see him slid on her panties. 

"A little prize I like to keep from my explorations." he said groggily, shaking his head.

As he finished pulling on his shirt, he sat down next to her, and with one last shake of his head, he slowly toppled over. 

Kelly heard his breathing slow and knew it had kicked in.

Working her hands the rest of the way free, she got out of bed, gingerly, because of her sore hips and waist, and began to prep for the rest of the night.

Allan slowly awoke. The last thing he remembered was stealing that sexy redhead's panties. Trying to sit up, he realized several things all at once. One, he had drugged himself; two, he was nude; three, he was tied face down on the bed. 

Then, from behind him, he heard a laugh and all he could think was, "Shit".



A Long Night



Debbie awoke to find herself naked, and in the dungeon again. It was a warm-looking room unlike what most dungeons looked like. Red painted walls and a wooden floor. Toys of all kinds kept on shelves around the room. There was a bed in the corner. A black four-poster bed modified for all kinds of bondage uses.

She tried to move her arms, but found that they were shackled above her head by leather cuffs attached to a spreader bar which was also attached to a hook on the ceiling, forcing her breasts, perky and bouncy c-cups, to be open and exposed to whoever would care to play with it. Her legs were spread wide also by the attachment of a spreader bar to leather ankle cuffs. There was no give and her bondage was complete. Squirming only cemented the fact that she was not going to move unless someone let her go, which she didn't see happening soon.

Sticking her tongue out to lick her lips demonstrated that she also was ring gagged. Cruel, unrelenting steel secured in her mouth by leather straps that secured around her head. Her mouth helplessly held open by the steel, wide enough to fit an object inside that would be of fair girth. 

She squirmed and moved around, the completeness of her bondage making her feel turned on by the events. Her tan body was on display and helpless. This had been just what she had wanted for the longest time. A slight tingling was in her pussy, but all she could do about it was squirm a little and grunt through the gag. 

It was then that Debbie's master walked into the room. A big man at six foot three, and wide to match. He seemed to fill the doorway of the dungeon as he walked inside, locking the door behind him. It was a simple white painted, but solid wooden door. He was silent as he came closer to Debbie, who nervously squirmed a bit harder against her bonds and whimpered through her gag, as some saliva started to coat her chin. Being ring gagged, she couldn't stop herself from drooling a little. 

His footsteps were loud as he came closer into view. Solid, and carefully paced to make her more nervous in anticipation. He knew how to push her buttons. Make her know he was approaching, make her anticipate what he was going to do, let her wait, let her know that she was powerless to stop him. 

A rough hand reached out and rubbed against her tan, soft skin. It was smooth to the touch. That was of course, his own design. He was sure to shave his slaves smooth at all times. Shortly after moving in with her master, Debbie found there was to be no privacy of her body, a matter reinforced by many sessions of presenting her body in contorted positions for him to shave all over. 

She whimpered as she felt him touch her up. Her first instinct was to curl up, move away defensively, but there was none of that to be had as her body remained firmly spread out and vulnerable to her master. She could only squirm and wriggle to his touch as his hand moved across her hip and then down, right over her sex. He ground his palm against her. She was already so wet, the bondage made sure of that. 

"O-Oh," She moaned, which was about the best she could do as she looked to him with pleading eyes. 

As if in response to her thought, her master backed away with a grin.

"Nice and wet. Always a good sign." He said simply. Debbie's cheek flushed as she looked to the floor. There was no shame in enjoying bondage but the intrusion of his hand against her body and the way he spoke so matter-of-factly, as if he was just evaluating a piece of meat, it made her feel like an object. Just a thing to be enjoyed. It degraded her slightly, but that only turned her on all the more as the thought connected with her sex, making her squirm and beg for his touch as her body throbbed with need. 

Then he paced off to a place behind her. To go pick some toys no doubt. She could hear him walking about in the silence of the dungeon. Whimpering and squirming, wondering what he was going to do to her, the anticipation was building within her body and she shuddered with need. If she could, she'd have bitten her lip to try to hold her feelings, but instead, her tongue lolled in and out of her mouth between the ring gag as she wondered what possible tortures her master had for her body.

She soon found out. Suddenly, she felt the familiar, hard smack of his rough hand against her ass. It was a firm hit, and loud to match. His hand whacked against her exposed ass, sending a shockwave of pain and pressure through her body. Then the vibration of the hit rubbed against her sex slightly, causing her to first scream, and then moan. Her arms and legs strained against their cuffs as he spanked her, her body struggling now as it reacted instinctively to the pain, wriggling with energy and effort, but to no avail. He smacked her another time and then a third time. Each one was more painful than the last, and her ass glowed red with soreness as she whimpered, begging him. 

She wasn't sure if she was begging him to stop, or to keep going. But she begged nonetheless. Both loving, and hating the spanking at the same time. Saliva dripped from her chin, degrading her more as her pussy grew slick and wet with need for him. 'Oh God, please just fuck me now.' She would have said, if she could.

"You can take it." He said simply, before he sauntered around to her front, so her eyes could take in what he had. As she did so, she moaned hard as she renewed her wriggling. He was holding ice, and nipple clamps. 

First, the cube found her left breast. Moaning and gasping as burning cold made her body shiver. It was almost an electric feeling as the intense cold hit her nipple and she simply whimpered as he held it mercilessly against her, unable to move away from the feeling as it slowly made her nipple harder and harder, protruding more and more as goose-bumps rose up on her breast. She shivered as streams of the ice cold water trailed slowly down her body, over her belly and hips, and some even running down to her pussy, tingling a little as it trickled down. 

She moaned and gasped, clamping her eyes shut as the feeling flowed through her body. Debbie was both hating, and loving this, knowing it was amusing her master greatly, and taking great satisfaction from that fact. The raw sexuality of being so helpless to stop her pain, being completely at his mercy. It drove her wild.

She wriggled and squirmed more as he moved the cube over to her right nipple. Again, it rose up, and stung with electric cold as she shivered and whimpered. Her other nipple still felt like it was on fire, the feeling of the ice against her right nipple just spreading the feeling to her whole chest. She whimpered and shook her head as she knew what came next, but was only able to anticipate and beg for him not to.

Harsh, cruel metal pinched her cold and sensitive left nipple. It was sore and burned even more as she gasped and groaned at the pain. The play was getting more intense and her master knew it, leaning in and letting his hot breath blow against her neck before he hungrily bit down on her skin, then leaning up and whispering in her ear. 

"That's right. You're all mine now." He said quietly, finishing with the first clamp and moving on to the next. "And I can do whatever I want to you." 

The clamps pulled painfully at her nipple, weighing them down and making her feel so sore. Debbie moaned against the pain and squirmed in response, saliva running down from her chin. As a further cruelty, her master took the remnant of the ice cube he had used on her nipples and slipped it into her mouth. Uncomfortably, she felt herself salivate even more, and knew that she was being degraded even further. But there was to be no pain without pleasure. 

Expertly, his hand moved down to her cunt and started rubbing again. At first he rubbed his palm between her legs. Making sure she knew that he had the control here and could touch her whether she wanted him to or not. But then, he used his fingers. And oh, did it feel like magic. 

His index finger and ring finger spread her lips, exposing them to the air and to his middle finger. She squirmed with her legs, grinding her hips forward as she begged for him to touch her clit. To make her cum. She groaned loudly through her gag as she wriggled her hips, trying to say 'Please make me cum, Sir.'

His middle finger ground against her clit, working in a tight anti-clockwise circle, nice and slow at first, his finger growing slick with the wetness that had built up over her cunt as he rubbed her so nicely. Tingling sensations flowed through her body as he pleasured her. The pleasure was just as intense and electric as the cold of the ice. She needed, and loved it. Moaning through the gag as he played with her sensitive clit, Debbie was keeping her eyes closed to intensify that feeling even more.

Pleasure, and lots of it, as her master rubbed and played with her. Her cunt was all his to play with and she helplessly squirmed away as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She was moaning louder and louder as she got closer ever so slowly. The feeling was amazing and she was so close now. His finger worked her so expertly and he knew how to push her every button as his free hand flicked and pulled at her clamps. The pain and pleasure mixed together to bring her to nirvana as she screamed out of her gag at the feeling. Oh God, it was so intense. 

She was just about to cum, reaching her peak ever so quickly as his hand worked her hard and fast now. She screamed through her gag, saliva dripping out fast now, but she didn't care, her only thoughts were on cumming now. Feeling his touch pleasure her so masterfully. She was so close, just about to hit her climax.

Then he cruelly stopped suddenly, and pulled away. 

Screaming in frustration, Debbie threw herself furiously against her bondage, her clamps bounced hard and pulled to cause intense pain on her nipples even more, causing her to scream again in pain. No! She had a small tantrum there as her master looked on, looking amused with a lopsided grin on his face. She whimpered and moaned loudly, gasping for air and begging for more pleasure as she looked at him with devastated eyes. Her eyes pleaded, but he just laughed and shook his head.

"It's going to be such a long, long night for you, my dear Debbie." He chuckled softly and darkly at her. "I'm far from done with you yet."



A Long Night After Work



So I come in from a long day at work and you approach me at the door. And you say, "hey beautiful, how was your day?" 

"oh baby I'm so stressed and over-worked" I reply. You hug me, and kiss me on the forehead,

"Awww, I'm sorry baby. How can I help you relax?" 

Well I can think of a few ways baby, but I need a hot shower first off." I head in to our bathroom and began to strip down. You then peak your head in and say,

"what about a hot bubble bath for two? I can rub your shoulders."

"That sounds wonderful baby! They are quite sore". You come in and start to strip down and I notice you have half a boner because of your nudeness.

"Oh honey, are you excited to see me?" my pussy instant starts to get wet from seeing your cock. 

"Yes I am sweety" cock getting harder as you assist me in the tub and you sit down and wait for me to sit. As I seat myself in front of you, I can feel your raging cock against my backside. You begin to rub my shoulders just the way I like you to and say, "how is this baby?"

"That's great baby. Could you move over towards my collarbone though?" 

"Sure baby" you kiss my neck and do as I've ask. You looked down my chest and see that my nipples are hard and pink. 

Is someone getting excited?" you say as you start to play with them. My breathe hitches as you pinch them and I let out a soft moan. I feel one hand slide down to my clit while the other continues to play with my breast.

"oh god daddy" I began writhing beneath your hands as your expert fingers work their magic. 

"Just relax baby". You go in circles going harder and softer, and run your fingers between my lips going over the opening. 

"oh please fuck my pussy with your fingers daddy!" at this point I'm panting and pushing my pussy into your hand. You tease by barely going in several times. 

please daddy! I need it so bad!" I'm pulled closer to you and you shove your fingers, as far as they can go, into my pussy and play with my G-spot like a toy. I began to shake uncontrollably and squirt my cum in the water. You play with my pussy and I rub against your dick with my body making it harder. "oh my god it feels amazing baby" I push against your cock and then slide my legs underneath me and grab your hard, thick cock and start jerking it. 

Freeze because I do it so well and in short breath sigh "oh my god yes". All the sudden you feel my mouth wrap around the head as I Continue to jerk your dick. Your legs jerking from the strokes, and the feel of my mouth on your head and then your dick starts to pulse because it feels so damn good.

"Please cum in my mouth daddy!" I moan between sucking your pulsing head.

"Make me baby". Then I began you suck and jerk you off as hard and fast as I can. "Come on baby. Don't you want daddy to cum in your mouth?" 

"mhmmmm!" my mouth too full to speak. You get closer and I can feel it pulse harder and you begin to moan. I go even harder because I am desperately thirsty for my daddy's cum. Getting closer and closer and closer and finally it can't be held in any longer and...You shot your cum deep in my throat and I moan and begin sucking harder as you began you twitch uncontrollably under me. Twitching uncontrollably under me pushing my head farther down on it. Making me gag on your cock which is getting my pussy soaking wet.

"Do you want my cock in your pussy baby?" I come up gasping for air. 

Please daddy!

""How do you want it baby?"

"Can your baby girl be on top?"

"Yes she can" I climb on top of you and begin riding your cock like a horse. You thrust deeper inside as I ride you. 

"Oh god daddy! You're stretching my pussy!" you start humping me while I'm riding that amazing cock. And I start moaning so loud and crying out your name while my hands claw at you shoulders. Abusing my clit with your fingers and pushing against my walls. At this point I'm riding you so hard that you balls are slapping against my ass. You push up with your pelvis and jerk down and come back and smack your balls against me as I fall on your dick and you continue to do that over and over again. I continue to rake your chest with my nails. "oh god daddy cum inside my pussy please!". 

You sit me up and lay me on my side and start pounding me as hard as you can. "OH MY GOD YES!! Fuck my pussy!! Give me all your cum!" you start getting closer and start to pulse. "Oh god I'm about to cum!" and my body begins to seizure. And it's just the perfect timing with a couple of final thrusts you shove it as deep as it can go and explode all inside of my pussy. I suddenly collapse, panting and pleasured.