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Bad Girl

By: ginslut



I came home from work tired. As I walk into the house searching for you, I undo my tie. I find you reading in the living room. As I bend over to kiss you hello, I notice the black lipstick you are wearing. The black lipstick is your signal to me that you are in the mood for sex, and not just normal sex but some hard core S&M that you love so much. I start to look around for an excuse to get you in the basement to our playroom. Looking around I find some magazines tossed on the floor. 

“What the hell have you been doing. This place is a mess. I’m going to have to punish you now. Go get ready and be in the basement in five minutes or I will even be more angry than I am now.”

Looking up a me with puppy dog eyes but a wicked grin you say, “Yes Sir.”

I go down to the basement and look around. We have a small collections toys down here, everything from whips, nipple clamps and even some strap-ons for when she has some of her female friends over. In the middle of the room we have a four point restraint set up. The restraints are set up so you are standing but you are spread wide. That is where I’m thinking of starting when she gets down here.

I keep my suit on but loosen my tie. I pick up the nipple claps and sit down waiting for her to get here. I hear her coming down the stairs and I can tell she has her stilettoes on. Where I’m sitting, I have full view of the stairs, and I am rewarded with the beautiful view of her slowly walking down the stairs. Her feet are the first I see, the 6 inch stilettoes and her stocking-covered feet. Then I see the garter straps and her closely shaven pussy. I can see the lips already parted so I know she had been playing with herself before she came down. As she continued down I saw she was wearing her black corset that pushed her breasts up and out. I started to get an erection just from watching her come down the stairs.

She comes all the way down and looks to the floor as she walks towards me. Once at me she kneels down at my feet and apologizes for the mess, and that I can do to her what I wish. 

“Hmmmmm, really now. Then maybe I should just make you clean it up and go to our room for the night.”

“NO!”, she screams.

“I mean, I might not learn from that. I need to be punished for what I did.” she quickly corrected with a evil smile. 

“True so let me think. What should I do. Hmmm. Get over to the restraints now!”

She stands up and moves over to the restraints and slowly bends over giving me a hard-on inspiring view of her ass and pussy. Once she has her ankles and one wrist in the cuffs she looks over to me. 

“Please Sir, I need help with the last one.”

Keeping the nipple clamps in my hand I go over to her and face her. Not knowing where to put the nipple clamps, I reach for her nipples and make sure they are nice and hard and then with a moan from her I clamp them on to her nipples. I love the look of the tip of her nipples poking out of the clamps and I bend over and give them a quick lick before I do the last cuff. 

Slowly I start to walk around her trying to decide what to do to her. I noticed her ass quivering and I decide that is where I want to start. I pick up the wooden spoon we have down here and walk back to her. 

“Are you ready for your lesson?”

“Yes Sir, I deserve what ever you give me.”

“That is the attitude I want to hear.”

With that I give her ass a good smack. She lets go with a moan/scream telling me she loves it and I know she wants more. Again and again I smack her ass with the spoon until it is beet red. I run my hand over her ass and feel the heat from it. 

“Do you think that is enough punishment for now?”

“No Sir, I haven’t learned my lesson yet?”

Looking at her ass I decide I want it. Going over to our toy area I get the lube and as I walk back I unzip my pants. With my cock out I get right on her backside. My cock can feel the heat of her ass. 

I whisper into her ear, “ I’m going to undo your wrist cuffs and you are going to get on your hands and knees. You will do as you are told right?”

“Yes Sir.”

She does what I told her to and I look down at her ass and pussy spread wide open for me to do what I want. I put some of the lube on my cock and kneeling down I slap my cock on her ass, making sure to get some lube on her tight hole. 

“Are you ready for me to fuck your ass?”

Getting no answer I ask her again. When she doesn’t answer this time I reach under and grab the chains of the nipple clamps and give them a pull. 

“Oh God yes! Fuck my ass! Take it now! Make me your bitch!”



With that I slam my cock into her, all the way in one stroke. She lets out a scream but at the same time she starts to move her ass back against me. I still have the chains for the nipple clamps in my hand and as we fuck I start to give them little pulls. That just increases her paces fucking me. 

I feel her hand working under her, rubbing her clit. Pinching it like she likes when we play this way. I know she is getting close to cumming because her ass is working my cock, milking it. Now I’m keeping a constant presser on her nipples, knowing that is what she wants. With my spare hand I reach up and grab a handful of hair and pull back on it. She moans in pure pleasure. 

It is then I feel her ass clench on my cock, and hear her finger get flooded with her juices. 

Screaming, because she knows I love to hear her cum, she starts to let herself go cumming. As she is cumming I pull even more on the claps, sending her over the edge. I’m still pumping in and out of her ass and I start to feel the cum rise in my cock. I want to cum but the rule we have is she get to decide where I cum. 

“Baby, I’m ready to cum too.”

“Come here I want it in my mouth.”

I slowly pull out of her ass, enjoying the feeling and the view. Watching her ass get pulled out as I withdraw from her ass. Once out I just look down at her ass, watching it slowly loses the shape of my shaft. 

I stand up and start to finally take my suit off and stand in front of her. I look into her face and see tears of joy. Further down I see her nipple are beat red from the torture of the clamps. 

Taking my cock in her hands she slowly starts to run her hands up and down the shaft, running her fingers over my balls. Sticking her tongue out she lightly licks the underside of my cock. Running the tongue around the head she savours the taste of my pre-cum. 

“You really want to cum don’t you?”

“Yes baby I do, please let me cum.”

“That isn’t the answer I was looking for.”

Knowing what she wanted I grab her hair and pull her on my cock. 

“Suck it now bitch and take it deep into your throat!”

With that she goes to town on my cock. Working it like she knows I like. Taking me deep and then running her teeth up the shaft. Sucking the head and milking my balls. My hand grab her hair tighter as my orgasms get closer. Finally I can’t talk anymore of it and start to cum. 

Shooting it down her throat. She pulls back some so she can taste it on her tongue. Showing me the pool of cum on her tongue she closes her mouth and swallows it all. 

Bending down I kiss her on the head, “Now go clean yourself up and the mess upstairs. I don’t want to have to discipline you again.”

“Yes Sir, I hope I learn from this lesson. Don’t know what you might do to me next time.” she says with a wicked grin. 

Watching her sweet, and now well fucked ass, as she walks up the stairs, I think to myself that I’m a lucky man.

Bad Girl



You’ve been bad… I’ve told you about it before, but you simply won’t listen. Well, you’ve been warned. You know what we do with naughty girls. Yes, that’s right, we punish them. I will not tolerate wicked thoughts. I simply will not allow it.

With that, I grab your hair and pull you towards me. Not too hard, but hard enough to let you know that I mean business. You look at me wide eyed – in mock surprise. Don’t mock me you nasty little girl. I pull your hair a little tighter. I force a kiss on your lips. To let you know that you are mine. I can do with you as I wish. I will do with you as I wish. With one hand in your hair and the other around your neck, I force my tongue past your lips – I know you won’t bite – you daren’t. You feel almost suffocated by my kiss. This is just the beginning.

I rip your blouse open to expose your breasts. I pull your bra down a little to expose a breast fully. You are beginning to look dirty and dishevelled. Like the wicked girl that you are inside. I grab one arm and pull it behind your back firmly. You feel a little pain, but you won’t struggle. You won’t struggle because you know it will get worse. 

I am still kissing you. With one arm behind your back, the other fondling your breast roughly, pinching your nipple between my fingers. Now I’m biting your neck, pushing my erection into your groin, grinding it into you. Treating you like the wicked creature that you are.

I break off. I tear your blouse off fully. I turn you around, and grab your wrists, tying them tightly with silk. You can feel the material bite into the flesh on your wrists. You know there is no point in struggling now. You are helpless.

I push you to your knees, and undo my trousers. I pull out my fully erect penis. You can see that it is full and straining, shining purple. I stroke your face with it, grabbing your jaw to force your mouth open. I roll it around your lips and then push it into your mouth. Obediently you close your lips around it. You start to suck on it, but it is not good enough for me. I grab your hair again, and start pushing my cock in and out of your mouth. I push it deep. You feel like gagging but know that you mustn’t. I’m holding your hair tightly, fucking your mouth, looking down on you without a smile. I keep going, for four or five minutes. You feel a spasm in your mouth, and wonder if I am going to empty to empty my semen onto your tongue. No early reprieve for you.

I withdraw, do my trousers up and pull out a knife. Now your eyes widen in fear. You didn’t expect this. I push you over, so your face is on the floor, but you are still on your knees, with your hands behind your back. I’m behind you. You can’t see me, thoughts of what I am going to do are rushing through your mind. I hitch up your skirt, all the way to your waist, exposing your panties fully. I cut them off, slashing open the gusset and then cutting them at the waist. You feel a thrill as the cold metal slides against your bare skin.

I undo my heavy leather belt and pull it from my trousers. I whip it across your bare buttocks. It’s sting leaves a beautiful red welt across your pale skin – the first of many to come. You cry out. It serves your right. You should have listened.. I slash again and again. Leaving more and more stripes. Now you can feel the pain spreading into stinging warmth across your arse cheeks. You are moaning with each strike, but it is beginning to sound like pleasure, not pain

I’m looking at the stripes and your pussy. All smooth and silky, poking from between. It is glistening in the light. I can see that you are enjoying your punishment. I start stroking you. You are very wet. I stroke your clit, and you begin to sigh. You move your arse to my rhythm, pushing back against my fingers. You beg me to fuck you. I pull out my cock again, and push it into you from behind. Your gaping wetness accepts me easily. I love the way your lips open around my shaft. I start sliding in and out. Gently at first, but then I grab your hair and force myself all the way in as hard as I can. I can hear you building to an orgasm. The rhythm is getting faster, more intense. I reach around and start stroking your clitoris as well. Your breath quickening. I know that you are close now. Your muscles are starting to tighten. 

Stop. I just stop dead, as pull out with a laugh. You complain. Your pussy is aching for release. You look at me pleadingly. What do you think this is you stupid girl, it is meant to be a punishment. The pleasure is mine to give or take away – don’t forget that again. I grab your hair again and push my slippery cock into your mouth. I slide it in and out a few times and withdraw.

You obviously have not learned yet. You need more. I take your upper arm tightly in my hand and haul you to your feet. I drag you to the bedroom. I push you face down on the bed, grabbing your legs. I pull one ankle and tie it to one side. I grab the other tie it to the other side of the bed. I do not want you trying to get away. I’m admiring the stripes on your backside, but think that you need more. You need to learn your lesson properly.

I take the cane and strike you with it. You squeal again. I tell you to shut up. I strike you again, and you squeal once more. There is only one thing for it. I take another silk scarf and gag you with it. I am fed up with the sound of your complaining. I hit you again, but this time there is only a muffled whimper. That’s better. I like that.

I think that your education needs to develop, to expand. I lick my finger and start stroking your anus. I push the tip. I feel a little tight resistance, and then it gives. I push it in up to my knuckle. I pull it out almost all the way, and then slide it in again, admiring the way that the muscle moves around my finger. With some lubricant I slide in another finger, expanding you. I love the way that you stretch around my fingers, as they move in and out. But this is punishment. I put in a third finger. You are open very wide. I am sliding my fingers back and forth. I can hear muffled moans. Not good enough. 

It is time for more. I reach into the drawer and pull out the big plug. I withdraw my fingers and coat the plug in moisture. I push the first ridge into you. I ask you if you want the gag removed. You nod. If you want it removed, you will have to push back all the way. There are two more ridges to go, each wider than the last. You know that this is going to open you wide. You push back slowly for the first, relaxing to accommodate it’s thickness. 

You are doing well, starting to behave like you have been taught. I start stroking your clit again. Encouraged, you push back again, stretching as wide as you can go to take the third. You are full. I remove the gag, and continue to stroke your pussy as reward. I admire you from behind. I pull the plug out slowly, all the way, and slide it back again, leaving you empty and then filling you again. Your muscles have relaxed a little more. You can take the full girth of the plug easily now.

I decide that it is time for me to have you. I untie you, and roll you onto your back. I remove my clothes, and look back at you, lying there legs apart, full with the plug. I kneel in front of your pussy and start licking you, first your thighs, and then to the top of your legs, lingering teasingly, tempting your pussy but not touching it. You wriggle, trying to make me. I spread your lips wide with my fingers, and start making long strokes with my tongue, along the length of your pussy, swirling my tongue around your bud, and pushing it deep into your hole. My mouth is coated in your juices. You are pushing against me, greedily wanting more, wanting release, but I won’t let you have it. I am just keeping you on the edge, licking up and down, in and out, flicking my tongue. You are begging me to let you go.

I want to have you for myself now. I push my penis into you. I slide in just my head, to give you a tease of what is to come. I move back and forth, occasionally pulling out and stroking your clit with it, but never pushing all the way in. It is driving you wild. Eventually, my own needs overcoming me, I pin your wrists down tightly and I slide in, in one long movement. You feel doubly full now. You know that it won’t take you long to come now. I push into you, as deep as I can. Loving the feeling of you around me. I am sliding into you with long firm strokes, in and out of your hot red pussy. I can feel my own orgasm building. My rhythm increases slightly. You are pushing against me. I can feel your muscles start to tighten around me, and with spasms I can feel you come. With that, I push hard into you and release my own orgasm deep into your belly. 

I lie on top of you for some minutes. Eventually I withdraw and hold you tightly. I am sure that you won’t be bad again…



Bad Girl



"You need a little discipline," he said, grabbing her wrists roughly and strapping them with the velcro binds over the pullup bar in the doorway. She was stretched tautly upward, toes barely touching the floor, breasts under her tee shirt rising with her arms.

"Arthur. . ."

"Shut up." He pulled her striped panties to her knees, spun her around, and slapped the cheeks of her ass, hard and slowly, letting the sting of each swell before the next one struck. The slaps of the reddening flesh overrode her cries, which were muted by her arousal at her exposed helplessness in the doorway. Sandy's nipples tingled and hardened in the slight breeze, lifted as they were by the upward stretch of her arms.

Arthur stopped when the imprints of his hands stayed white on the pink and rounded flesh. She was gasping as he clutched her from behind, his hardened prick straining upward through his briefs in the crack of her ass, one hand grabbing her proudly protruding breasts, the other her mons, pressing softly on the belly below her aroused nipples and the yielding flesh of the slick, fuzz-covered, lips of her pussy.

"Sorry now?" he asked gently, brushing his fingertips over the cotton covering the peaks of her hardened tits. She writhed and twisted in her bonds with the contact to the sensitized nipples. 

"Yes," she said in a slightly strangled tone, whereupon he pinched them hard. Sandy screamed. 

"Enough of that, time for the gag." He brought the ball to her mouth. "Open up if you don't want the clamps. Good." He stepped and appraised her from the front, caressing her belly with the back of his hand. "I think it's time to shave your pussy."

"Mmggh" Sandy protested, until he slapped her breasts with a forehand. 

"It's not up to you, and I'm tired of your complaints." He retrieved the electric razor and fixed the clipper. "This should feel nicer than I do. Say hello again to prepubescence."

The hum of the motor was all that she could hear as he crouched between her legs. She'd never felt so humiliated even as the vibrations radiated through her cunt, which was liquefying in response. Up and down Arthur went, lifting one leg and then the other before working carefully in the creases of her groin. The blonde hairs fell in fine sheets on the floor until he stopped and adjusted to the shaving screen. Then it was a fine powder until her pussy was completely bare.

"Going to be my good little girl now, right, Sandy?" He rose, his middle finger sliding up her moistened crease. "Still, it's a little gritty. Hang on, pardon the pun." He came back with a handvac and a bottle and brushed the vacuum over her crotch. Her head whirled with the sensation and whirled again as he spun her into dizziness. Arthur stopped her and let one hand stroke her slippery smooth groin before he stopped, opened the bottle and splashed the alcohol on her pubes, stinging the newly shaved flesh.

"Earyagggh!" She screamed through the gag. Arthur dipped his fingers in her cunt and began slapping her ass. Sandy swooned with pain and pleasure, for his fingers spread her slickness over her puffy, bare mound and down between her thighs, beyond her slit, to the edge of her asshole.

He stopped spanking her and stepped back. The silence grew around her. So did the lack of physical sensation. Sandy hung in the doorway, feeling the warm breeze, hearing the waves on the shore, smelling the salt air and rosehips. Time passed. Where was he?

Arthur?

Whack! The strokes resumed but now one finger slipped into her cunt, then two, twisting and spreading her lips.

"OHH!" cried Sandy around the ball, as a third dove in and now they rippled inside her from clit to floor. At the same time the strokes on her became smaller--four fingers, then three, two . . .

"Ahhh, AHHHHH!" she yelled as Arthur slid in a fourth and his palm and thumb gripped half her mound. His thumb pushed her clit down toward his wriggling fingers. She shook and screamed when he jammed his fist inside. He'd stopped the spanking, that hand holding her place while the other fucked her to orgasm, her cunt spasming around his wrist.

Sandy collapsed on him as he removed the blindfold and unstrapped her from the bar. He removed the gag and pushed down on her shoulders.

"What? . . ."

"You think you're done just because you got off? Where's mine? I work my ass off to give you what you deserve, and this is your gratitude? On your knees, and suck my dick, bitch." She kneeled but he grabbed her by the hair. "What?"

"Nothing."

"That's right, say, ‛Yes, sir.' Now suck my dick, bitch."

"Yes sir." Arthur fed her his hardening cock and moved her back and forth on it.

"That's right, bitch, nice and wet. Alright, now my balls." 

"Yes sir," she panted.

"Good, you're getting the hang of it." Arthur led her to his cleanshaven sack; she licked and gently sucked under his gleaming prick until his legs trembled. He pulled her away and up to her feet.

"Bend over, bitch, now I'm going to fuck you blind, fuck the living daylights out of you, fuck you silly whether you come or not. The only question is, will I fuck your ass like a little boy's, or your bald pussy, like the little girl you are?" Arthur pushed her over the back of an armchair. He used two more straps to bind her ankles to the rear legs of the chair and stretched the ones on her wrists over the front legs. Sandy hung suspended over the back of the chair, unable to see and or feel the ground.

"Oh for god's sake, Sandy, you let your ass lose its color. Now I've got to spank you again."

"No, please sir . . . "

"What? If anything, you should apologize, bitch!"

"Yes sir, I'm sorry sir, please make me red again."

"Good," and Arthur spanked her ass, the thwacks echoing off the walls. Sandy wept more quietly as he stopped, grabbed her hips and began sliding his prick, already wet with precum, between the slippery lips of her pussy. "Fuck you're tight." He slid back and forth, just pushing his tip past her entrance. He forced one hand between her hip and the chairback until he reached the smooth flat skin around her opening. "Mm, that's so nice, I don't know why I didn't shave my little girl before."

The massage had its effect on Sandy's cunt, which opened and glistened a little more. Arthur pulled his hand out, resumed his hold of her hips and rammed his cock up her cunt as far as he could go. His head tilted back as his dick luxuriated in her superheated cunt, his balls tight against her. He pulled out and slammed back between the inflamed folds of her pussy, again and again and again, searching for the ultimate end of her sex. He shouted and grunted with each thrust while Sandy, blind between the force and pace of his thrusts and the pressure of the chair, began to pant with excitement as well. Her bald pussy, bare to attack from behind, her utter helplessness, the concentration on what she could feel and hear instead of see, all built ripples of pleasure out from her free-flowing cunt.

"God you're good this way, Sandy!" Arthur grunted as he kept running up against her sweating pussy and asscheeks. The slurping sound of prick sliding up her cunt filled the room. "You're Daddy's little girl and you're getting what you deserve, a hard fuck." He was breathing hard now, the sperm in his balls building for ejection as they slapped against the chairback.

"Fuck, yes! Here comes Daddy, you little bitch! Oh god, yes, Yes, YEAH!" He started jerking, bending over to clutch her tits hanging over the seat cushion and the sudden shocking grab of her nipples sent Sandy into her own vibrating orgasm. She saw orange, yellow, red as they spasmed together, his come spurting deep inside her clutching vagina. Arthur clung to her sweating, crying body, his hips spastically hunching against her.

Time passed before one of them asked the other,

"What's the encore?"



Bad Girl



As she stood at the kitchen sink washing up the tea things, Thomas approached form behind and put it arms around her, gently nuzzling her neck. 

"Please!" she said with some agitation, "can't you see I've got to finish up here?" 

Thomas stiffened, surprised at her rebuke of his affections. His arms fell slack and he stepped back. 

"There's no need to take that tone with me, young lady," he said. 

And then Hoàng started to cry. "I'm so sorry, really. It's just that I've got this paper due in the morning, and I realize that I'm not as far along as I thought, and oh, fuck, I'm so sorry for speaking rudely, it's just..." Her tears flowed unembarrassedly and she turned to hug Thomas. But he did not reciprocate. 

"You should have said something," he said coolly. "Now stop this and go do your work. You know that takes precedence. I'll finish up here." 

"But this is my chore," she whimpered through her tears. 

"Please don't contradict me again." His voice was angry now. "I've given you a command: go do your work." 

Seeing that she was not gaining any traction with him, she turned to exit the kitchen, her face burning with shame. "When you finish, bring the paper for my review. And be prepared to be disciplined." He turned on the water and immersed his hands in the dish suds, not commenting on her whimpers as she sidled off to the study to work on her paper, shutting the door behind her. 

It was just after midnight when the door opened and the young woman emerged, a printout of her work in hand. Thomas was reading in the lounge when Hoàng entered the room. He didn't look up from his book, but merely extended his hand to collect the paper. 


"Stand on the table and strip whilst I read this," he commanded without emotion. 

The girl surrendered the document and kicked off her thongs before mounting the coffee table. As Thomas read, Hoàng pulled her t-shirt over her head, and tossed it on the side chair. She then removed her bra, allowing her breasts to breathe freely. She hated this part of being disciplined: while she loved being naked in Thomas' arms, she found this random nudity was humiliating. Next came her jeans, which she eased over her hips and stepped out of, again tossing them to the chair. She hesitated only slightly, steeling her nerve before removing her panties, and Thomas' voice startled her. 

"Leave them, temporarily," he said coldly without looking up. 

"Yes, sir," she said wondering if he'd noticed her moment of hesitation. She pulled the waistband of the string bikini panties taunt against her clean-shaven mons, the labia delicately outlined under the white fabric. Hoàng took a bit of comfort being able to keep her sex clad for just a little longer, but she couldn't help wondering how she would be disciplined; her thoughts strayed just enough. She wasn't surprised to find herself growing slightly moist. Thomas reached for something beside his chair, and still not looking at her, tossed the object. 

"Here, put this on," he said dispassionately. It was a leather collar, one Hoàng knew well and loved--it was a symbol of his possession of her. She remembered the day he presented it, and how happy it had made her to receive it and give herself to him. Although she knew that there would be a price to pay for her earlier indiscretion, the presence of the collar assured her of his continued commitment. When Hoàng had fitted the collar and adjusted the D-ring in front, Thomas finally looked at her. 

"You hurt me deeply," he said calmly. "You should have told me earlier about your deadline--I asked how the work was going." He got up from the chair and walked around her. 

"I'm sor..." she started to say, but he cut her off with a sharp smack to her left buttock. 

"I'm talking now; don't interrupt." Again, his voice was totally drained of emotion--it frightened her. "Look straight ahead and listen. I'll let you know when you may speak." Another slap landed on her cheek. "You have been a very bad girl," he said. 

He continued: 

"You've been a very bad girl, Hoàng, and I'm very disappointed. It was quite rude of you to spurn my caresses, inconsiderate not to tell me about your assignment and disrespectful to speak to me in the manner you did. You should be turned out into the street to run with those silly boys you used to date, insipid and callow youths. But while your lack of consideration for me and my feelings is profound, I've decided a simpler punishment would be appropriate." Thomas reached beside the chair again and withdrew a dog lead, a chain of flat metal links with a clip at one end and a leather hand grip at the other. "Don't get excited; I know a spanking isn't a punishment for you. By the end of the night, I hope you'll be adequately chastened." He snapped the clip to the D-ring of her collar and allowed the cold metal to hang between her breasts and dangle between her legs. "Get on your knees, Hoàng." 

A single tear coursed down the girl's face. She got to her knees, spreading them just enough--as she'd been taught--to allow Thomas to pass his hand between her legs should he chose to do. She was not surprised therefore when she felt his fingers stroking her dampening sex through the flimsy fabric of her panties. Hoàng was not expecting what happened next, however. Thomas reached for the lead which hung in front of her and pulled it back, causing the chain to nestle against her moist lips. He pulled tighter, the metal links parting them, pushing the fabric between her cleft. Pulling upwards, the chain split her arse cheeks as well and she felt the cold metal against her spine. 

"Take this," he said, putting the leather grip to her mouth. "Hold it between your teeth and do not let it slip." In order to hold the lead, her head was forced back slightly--if she leaned forward, the chain tightened against her clit and ass. Thomaslit a few candles and turned off the electric lights. A thin sheen of perspiration gleamed on Hoàng's skin. She felt Thomas behind her, his hands on her hips, then pulling at her panties, stretching them tighter. And then he ripped them, tearing them across her arse, slowly ripping the fabric away from her flesh, exposing her arse and hairless pussy. She gave a little involuntary jolt when she felt the metal chain touch her clit. 

"Nice and tight?" he asked. She couldn't answer verbally but merely nod, the act of which caused the chain to pull tighter between the folds of her labia. "Very good," he said, walking before her, feasting his eyes on her body, bound and gagged. "One more touch, and then my masterpiece will be complete." Thomas leaned in and sucked on Hoàng's left nipple, causing it to pucker and puff. He bit lightly, evoking the nipple hard. Then he turned his attentions to her other nipple, with much the same effect. "Feels good, doesn't it, Hoàng?" he asked causing the girl again to nod. 

From his pocket, Thomas withdrew another chain, far more delicate than the rough links which pressed Hoàng's clit as she nodded. At either end were mechanical devises with thumb-screws and padded anvils. Nipple clamps, Hoàng thought; oh god, he's been planning this. And indeed Thomas had. He again leaned into to suck one nipple between his lips. It stiffened involuntarily. He withdrew, and placed the devise over her nipple, turning the screw tight to pinch her nipple. A jolt of pain, shot through the girl from nipple to groin, tingling her clit. Thomas applied his tongue and lips to the other nipple, pulling back and setting the other devise. 

"Beautiful," he said, leaning back to admire his handiwork. "My bad little girl is quite ready for her punishment. Bend over, on all fours." 

As she bent down, the chain pulled tightly against her tender flesh. Thomas stepped in front of her and removed his belt--an old, wide brown leather belt, the tool marks of some long lost design now barely visible. It was more than ten years older than Hoàng, but she knew it, she'd been the recipient of more than one smack from it. There were pleasant memories of its sting, and the arousal it caused deep within her. Tonight, she was afraid of it, though. She'd never seen Thomas this angry or cold. 

He removed his shirt, and tossed it aside, then doubled the belt and flexed it before her eyes, causing it to snap. Hoàng's eyes were fixed on the ring which pierced his right nipple, the sheen of perspiration on his skin in the candlelight. He smelt rough and intoxicatingly male. Her pussy moistened further as he stepped behind her, out of sight, and she waiting to the leather to touch her exposed buttocks. 

"You insolent little slut!" he barked seconds before the strap crashed against the soft meat of her arse. "Ungrateful bitch!" he called her as another blow struck from the other side, the pain searing her, overwhelming her senses. The heat was unbearable and she began to cry. "Don't drop that chain, you little cunt," he ordered as the smacking leather landed across the top of her right thigh, Tears flowed down her cheeks, splattering the table top as they fell even as beads of her juice collected on the chain that split her pussy. Another blow landed on the left thigh and she sobbed silently, biting hard at the leather bit in her mouth to muffle them. Thomas again stepped into her view, gently slapping the belt against his open palm. 

"I guess I should fuck you now," he said casually, and Hoàng nodded violently, the chain slipping against her clit. "You'd like that, eh?" Again she could only nod. She wanted to tell him how much she desired his cock inside her, how hot her pussy was, how wet for him. Oh, daddy, yes, she thought, please fuck me. She willed her thoughts to him, she wants him to take her forcefully and fuck her without mercy. Her mouth and pussy and arse were his to fuck. Oh, daddy, please, please fuck me. 

"But that would be too easy, you evil girl." He undid the buttons on his jeans and let them drop to the floor. His cock protruded rudely, he was quite hard from the act of thrashing her so. The shaft shone with his slick pre-come. A leather device ringed the base of his rod, straps dividing and separating his heavy, come-filled balls. She so wanted him in her, her pussy ached to engulf it. "No," he said, beginning to stroke himself, "that would be too easy, too good for you. I'll just make you watch." He stood inches from her face, masturbating, his cock stretched tight, disappearing in and out of his fist. He squeezed out a large drop of pre-come onto his finger and painted her lips with it. She longed to lick, to fully taste, to suck his fingers, but daren't drop the leather lead in her mouth. Please, daddy, fuck my mouth, she thought. 

Thomas grabbed a fistful of her long black hair which easily touched the table due to her kneeling position. He wrapped the long silky strands around his cock and continued to masturbate, now just inches from her face. She wanted to feel the large purple head pierce her, she wanted to feel the bulging veins against her lips, his balls against her chin. More than anything she wanted to taste his sticky, chalky semen in her mouth and down her throat. She cried, the sobs unable to transmit her burning desire for his cock. Please, daddy, please. Fuck me, fuck me, daddy. 

And then, yes. Oh yes, he took the bit from her mouth, replacing it with his cock. He tugged on the chain as he fucked her face, causing an unbearable friction on her clit. Oh god, she was going to come. He thrust his hips roughly, holding her head tight, gagging her with his cock as he tugged the chain in rhythm with the motion. She was going to explode. The heat on her arse and thighs, the burn of the chain on her clit, the spice of his sweaty, slick cock in her mouth. 

Hoàng felt him stiffen, oh yes, daddy, come in my mouth. Her own orgasm was nearly there, don't stop, daddy, stroke my clit, make me come. And then the white gooey ejaculate hit the back of her throat, he was coming and that triggered her release. She sighed and moaned as a violent surge racked her pussy and another jet of his come exploded in her mouth. Hoàng sucked him firmly now, coaxing out every precious drop, she was his cocksucker and she was coming again too, the burn on her arse, the pinching of her tits, the ache in her pussy, every nerve in her body on fire. Thomas pulled out, his cock against her cheek and nose, offering his balls for her to lick. Her mouth finally free, she hungrily lapped at his dangling scrotum, the saltiness of his perspiration and pre-come filling her senses. 

"Oh, baby," he panted, "oh my good little girl." He hugged her now, and she felt...what? What was the word? Reclaimed? Yes, her punishment was over, her reclamation complete. She was his again, body, mind and soul. 

"Oh, daddy, I'm so sorry," she sobbed. 

"There, there, now. No more tears." Thomas leaned in and kissed the salty drops from her cheeks, kissed her eyelids and forehead. He had released his grip on the lead and helped her to kneel upright. He hugged her again, the nipple clamps clacking against the ring which pierced his tit. He unhooked the chain from her collar dropping it to the table-top with a fierce clatter, demounted the claps from her nipples, and then picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. There, he laid her flat on her belly, the crimson strips on her buttocks and thighs screaming in the darkened room. Reaching for a bottle of aloe, he ever so gently spread the soothing ointment on her throbbing flesh. "I'm sorry, baby doll; forgive me." 

Unsnapping the leather harness from his softened genitals, he lay down on the bed next to her, and kissed her lips. Hoàng parted her mouth and offered her tongue to his even while her hand reached down to caress and fondle his cock and balls. "My good little girl," he said, surprised to find himself growing hard again already. 

Hoàng smiled to herself, contentedly. "Please, daddy," she now said aloud, "please fuck me."



Bad Girl



Linda has been sassy on the phone all day and she knows that I will not tolerate that. When she arrives she is ready for what awaits her. She walks in the door stops, I tell her to raise your hands over your head. I will let her stand like that for ten minutes as her arms begin to tire she'll start bargaining, if I can put my arms down I will, before she can finish I tell you there will be no bargaining today.

After six minutes she begins to move around, young lady stop screwing around, you'll just get into more trouble. That doesn't stop her tonight, she wants more. After ten minutes I tell her to step out the door and remove her shirt lay it down in the snow. Then take your shoes and socks off, raise your arms you'll be standing outside for two minutes.

When her time is up she may come back inside, as she walks in she's still giving me crap, she's in one of her moods, looking to be punished doing all you can to irritate me. We both know it is a game, but it's not much fun if you don't make it seem real. She is whining my feet are cold, if she's not careful someone will be back outside in just their underwear. Back out she goes standing in just her white cotton briefs, luckily it's getting dark that way the neighbor won't be able to see her, we both know who he'd tell.

Linda started this game now if I don't play she gets all nasty. It's what she lives for the chance she could get caught, and that drives her crazy. She's out there for a few minutes and her attitude changes knocking on the door then entering she apologizes. Ok, but you're not out of the woods yet.

I tell her to go stand on the carpet in front of the door. She looks great in her panties, my dick is getting hard just looking at her. Come over here and eat your dinner, as we're eating I almost forget how rotten she's been since she got here. After dinner it all comes back to me. Now that she is warm, she is snotty again.

As we're doing the dishes she breaks two of them and it's no accident, so while I finish the dishes she can suck my dick. Linda is very good at that in no time at all I am ready to bust, she stops sucking pulls my dick out of her mouth and lets me cum all over her face. On her knees in just her briefs with my juice all over her, now she is finally happy.

No young lady I am not finished with you stand up and turn around. Now bend over, I get out the wooden spoon then while she's touching her toes give her five good cracks on the ass. No moving or saying anything or she'll get more those are the rules. After her spanking she drops her briefs to see the red marks on her ass they are like a badge to her, and she wants me to see them too.

Is that a tear in your eye young lady? No sir, as she looks away. Are you lying to me? No sir. Then turn around and look at me. With tears in her eyes I see she has been lying would you like five more for lying? Yes sir. Excuse me! Well if that's what you want bend over with her briefs to her knees she bends over. I place five more welts on her ass now she's crying.

I take her by the hand then lead her into the front room making her stand in front of the window with her arms in the air panties at her knees, but what if someone sees me, quiet no talking. I leave her there return to the kitchen to put away the dishes. I hear a few cars go by and know that makes her excited someone might see her. When I'm finished I come back in to catch her screwing around arms at her sides WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO OUT ON THE FRONT PORCH NOW! You wouldn't? Before you know it she is on the front porch panties still at her knees. I only make her stay until a few cars pass by. The way the house is situated someone would have to drive by slow and look hard to see her, but there is a chance it could happen.

I lead her back in telling her that you better not have a wet pussy. We both know she's wet; it doesn't take her long when we play before she is wet. Bend over, we are still in front of the door I haven't closed it yet she bends over facing the door, hands on the floor, boobs pointing down with erect nipples.

I slip my finger into her pussy young lady you're soaking wet. Yes sir. I start rubbing her gently splitting her lips rubbing and searching for her little g-spot. I fumble around slowly probing her I know she wants me to hurry so I take my time.

She is always in a hurry so she wants me to hurry too, find it old man what's wrong with you? Excuse me, and close that fucking door! I stand up without a sound rear back and crack her on the ass open handed. DAMN IT OLD MAN! She is rocking back and forth whimpering young lady don't you dare move.

I walk out into the kitchen then return with a bag of goodies, she's remains bent over, the door is still wide open and I am getting cold she must be freezing. That will all change momentarily I put new batteries in the vibrator then fire it up, full speed and constant vibrate.

I touch it to her leg then work it around her pussy it is vibrating so hard I can feel my hand beginning to tingle. Around her pussy then back to her ass get your hands off the floor and spread your cheeks for me spread them wide I want to see that ass before I conquer it.

She is dripping wet so I smear the vibrator through her juices then attack her asshole, I'm just holding it there knowing it will numb her then it will start to tingle, she is starting to hum but it's not music just noises.

As I hold it there I notice little droplets of juice running down her legs, now she's whining. I slip the vibrator across the taint and into her pussy. I don't go deep, just in at the surface her lips are wrapped around the shaft, and her legs are shaking. I guide it onto her button and let it rest there. As she is wiggling her ass she starts moaning the vibrator just lightly banging against her button now she's making noises and panting.

I slip it in finding that little spot that will take her to the place dreams are made of. She screaming ok-ok stop-stop please-please as in all games there is a word to stop things. In Linda's case the word stop doesn't mean anything. Now she's pleading with me can I Cum, please let me cum. Ok, you may cum now, oh I'm Cuming I'm Cuming, but still I hold that vibrator hard and fast she puts her hands on the floor begging me to stop pleading with me, all of a sudden she's there.

Juices are spilling out of her like a faucet, she wants to move but knows better I slowly guide the vibrator out of her pussy all I can hear now is a sigh. Out of her pussy across her taint and back to her ass. OH NO PLEASE NOT MY ASS PLEASE I'LL DO ANYTHING. The vibrator is covered with juices as it slowly pokes its way into her ass, it's just the head and she's going absolutely crazy.

PLEASE NO! I slowly slide it into her ass a little deeper, then a little deeper she is out of control as I slip it all the way in she stands up HOLY CRAP! It's in her all the way, and she is turning to kiss me she's trembling muttering I love you then jamming her tongue deep into my mouth. I stop her asking her to bend over again she was begging but did as I asked.

Slowly I withdraw the vibrator and drop it to the floor then turning her around we return to kissing. I reach back and slam the door shut, and then we retreat to the couch. You are a dripping sticky mess, but I have a plan for that. After kissing for a while we decide she can't sit around sticky all night, but before we do anything else I have to taste you.

I instruct her to show me all she possesses so she lays back on the couch spreading her legs. Farther I said farther now up you raise your legs up over your head showing me your entire splendor. I must say she is put together quite well.

She has nice tits, small pear shaped breasts, with petite areolas, her nipples when erect could hold up a shirt. Someday I will use you as a coat rack for a punishment. She has a small pot belly not big but surely sexy her pussy is shaped like a little mound, her lips are small and hang tight and her clit is tight and firm the fact that she shaves clean without the smallest hair anywhere tells me she is always primping for me.

I kneel in front of her tenderly kissing her stomach working my way to her pussy. Her taste is almost sweet her smell clean and fresh there is not a thing on the planet I like more than tasting and smelling her. As I'm licking her I become carried away I was just going for a taste and now can't stop.

Licking, sucking nibbling on her lips I am becoming possessed harder and faster up and down from her pussy to her asshole and back again. I drive my tongue deep into her soft warm pussy scooping as much of her as I can on my tongue. I find my old friend her love button and set out to harass it. Hard then soft then hard again, now back down to her asshole she winces as I drive my tongue in then kiss her.

She is panting now as I move back to her clit slowly gently licking then sucking on her lips then once again driving my tongue deep inside her. She is calling my name it starts out soft but the closer we get to a climax the louder she becomes. Her pussy, her asshole then back again she's just about to bust when I drive my fingers into her pussy fucking as hard and fast as I can.

As soon as I hit her spot with my fingers she explodes. Literally squirting six inches out of her, a little geyser the look on Linda's face is priceless her makeup a mess eyes black from mascara and eye liner. They have the look of pure satisfaction on them, but she looks like she's going to cry. You have been a bad girl and twice tonight you have had orgasms, I will have my turn.

All sticky and gooey we walk through the kitchen then into the bathroom I turn on the shower and warm it to the perfect temperature. Grab the bag she brought from the health food store, helping her into the tub I gently take the shower head wetting her from head to toe.

I squirt the peppermint oil onto the exfoliating gloves and start to clean her. Gently washing her face then working my way down I'm careful not to hurt her, the gloves are new and very rough. She loves when I wash her; I take my time and am very gentle washing then rinsing. The gloves will open her pores and the oil penetrates leaving you all tingly and clean. As I get to her breasts I scrub a bit harder concentrating on her nipples which become hard again I scrub her from head to toe stopping at all her pleasure spots to play a while.

There you are all clean and ready for round two as I dry her off I fondle her telling her how pretty she is and how much I enjoy making her cum. She is dry and after I brush her hair I watch her put on a sheer bra and pair of sheer briefs. I like when she wears a thong but a real exciting change is the briefs, I like the way they hold her ass.

We are all set to watch a movie and she starts whining again if you want something ask I don't like when you whine. There you go again, listen I asked you once not to whine please. She wants ice cream that's fine with chocolate topping and nuts we don't have any nuts.

She's got to have nuts; Ok I grab her by the arm and drag her into the bedroom. Laying her on the bed I tie her hands to the headboard then legs when I am finished her legs are spread wide open and ass is up in the air, legs stretched so her feet are on the sides of her head.

I take the vibrator turn it on high and insert it into her pussy her briefs will hold it right where I want it, she wants nuts I'll go get nuts. I'm sorry I don't need nuts honey please. I storm out leaving the bedroom door open and the light on. I'm not mad but I know this is what she wants; I'll go to the store and get nuts it should only take me ten minutes.

When I get to the store I run into Jim he wants to borrow a movie, perfect. We get back to the house and I know she'll be squirming so I invite him in, we're in the kitchen and I know she hear two voices this will freak her out.

Yea Jim come on in would you like a beer? He has a beer and I look for the movie we talk for a few minutes then I offer him a shot. We drink that and just as I expected he asks to use the bathroom, which happens to be right across the hall from the bedroom.

I know she can hear him coming up and she's got to be flipping out. I follow him up talking all the time, as he turns to go in the bathroom I enter the bedroom, her eyes look of panic the vibrator is humming away and she is freaking out. The bathroom door opens and I say in here, she looks like she's going to die just before he walks into the room I hit the light and head out, she was one second from being seen.

We go down get the movie and I see him to the door as I'm walking back I can hear her whimpering when I come in the bedroom she's cum all over herself, her panties are all soaking wet. You asshole you scared the crap out of me. Lifting her panties I slowly pull out the vibrator she is screaming she has got to be ruint.

I take off my pants and slip my dick inside her humping you as hard as I can, she is so wet I keep slipping out and with every stroke there's a slapping noise. It doesn't take long and I'm ready to blow where do you want it? Cum in my mouth please. I almost make it to her mouth but get it all over her instead, as I untie her now she is whining her legs and pussy are sore and for that she get hugs and kisses for the rest of the night.

I know that she'll behave herself for at least the rest of the night or until she wants to play again.



Bad Girl



I've been a bad girl-and we both know it.

I didn't mean to lie to you. Honestly I didn't-but when I saw the quick flash of violence that lit up your normally warm amber eyes at the words that seemed to flow so glibly from my lips I panicked and those damn words just kept coming!

But you startled me! I didn't even know you were awake. When you came into the room my mind and body froze because I knew I wasn't supposed to be there, sitting on the couch, phone clutched in one hand...

I was supposed to be naked in your bed; either draped around your body, or cuddled up tight against your belly and chest-depending on if you were sleeping facing me or the wall when I crept back into bed.

You've always been so generous to me, my One, allowing me much excess and excuses where my writing is concerned. I am grateful that it doesn't anger you when my muse whispers it's seductive siren call and lures me from your bed. You allow it. As long as I do not wake you when I slip away and obey your ruling that I must always be back, cuddled or cuddling, before your alarm awakens you.

But this time I failed you.

It all just happened so fast! And I think my nimble, naughty little brain simply went rocketing down the tracks and my tongue followed. Because even as the original anger faded when you saw the phone clutched so tightly in my white knuckled fist, even as the light of understanding went off in your beautiful eyes, my damned stupid trouble making mouth was moving.

"I called the clinic." I blurted. "But they have to call me back so I don't have an appointment yet but they'll probably call me tomorrow or the next day or I'll call them..."

I really was in trouble now.

Because you didn't believe me. I could see it in your eyes. You knew that I HADN'T called the clinic. You knew that I was lying to you, even though it was something I had never, ever done before. But you knew. And you just stood there watching me.

I don't know why the lie popped out instead of the truth-the truth you had immediately deciphered and understood. You knew how scared I was about having to call the clinic and make the appointment. And you knew I had simply lost track of time while trying to force myself to actually complete that simple phone call. If I had just confessed my punishment would have been light as a whisper.

I'm afraid of so many simple, silly little things, and you're trying to help me with that.

You don't really understand why I find it so heart stopping to make a simple Doctor's appointment, or speak up when some one charges me too much, or brings me a meal that's not as I asked for, but you don't berate me or look at me with contempt or disgust. Because you understand that I truly am afraid. I'm not weak, not really. There are just some things that are hard for me. 

I didn't lie for any good, real reason-that's the horrible part about this! I knew you weren't going to be really angry with me, knew you would simply arch one aristocratic brow and calmly wait for a quick, succinct explanation-an explanation, not an excuse, because excuses were not accepted or allowed. And then you'd have accepted my equally quick and heartfelt apology.

As for my punishment, you'd probably just have made me call for the next cab we needed, or maybe pay the bill when we lunched together-a "punishment" that would really just be more of the practice that I needed.

So why did I lie to begin with? And why the fuck didn't I bite my tongue and cut off the babbling the minute I realized I knew that you knew? My punishment would have defiantly been worse, because a lie is a lie, and yelping "I take it back!" seconds after the sin, doesn't make the lie go away. But you would have understand that as well, why for that ten, fifteen seconds I'd let that naughty lie lay, and you would have been able to get over your disappointment and forgive me...

I guess I panicked, even knowing you would never hurt me. You startled me. I'd been so in my own world, in my own head, trying to talk myself into being your good girl and doing what you had told me to do, what I had promised you I WOULD do, that when I looked up and you were right THERE, and I saw the anger in your eyes, before it faded into understanding, and the willingness to forgive and move beyond-for a moment I slipped back into being just a little girl lost, regressed just long enough for those lies to spill through trembling lips...

Don't hurt me. Don't hate me. I'm sorry!

And then I just couldn't take it back. Not even back to the first lying and then immediately...taking it back kind of "taking it back".

I had never lied to you, never given you a reason to doubt or wonder. I had angered you many times, especially in our first few months together. I had tried your patience and shied away from giving you total trust. I had been guilty of trying to hide myself, to hold little, deep parts of myself safely secret, but I had never, ever committed the sin of telling a blatant, bold faced lie.

And now I had. Now I had done this horrible, terrible, awful thing and I didn't know how to take it back. I think, maybe a part of me was so panicked that all it could think was...I'll call tomorrow, I'll make the appointment, and if I do that, if I do as you told me to, if I do as I promised...then maybe you won't hate me. Maybe, please God...maybe I won't lose you?

You were still just standing there, looking at me. And even though it felt like hours had passed, I knew it had been no more then just five, ten seconds since my lying lips had stuttered into silence.

"Kitten..."

"I'll call first thing tomorrow morning...to, to check on..."

And you turned your back and walked into the bathroom to start your shower.

"Don't worry about dinner. I'll stop some where." You informed me in a monotone voice.

You showered and were gone, in barely fifteen minutes. And you didn't look at me, or say a single word. And I tried, I tried so hard to find the words, the way to say...I lied, I know you know that I lied and I'm so sorry, just please forgive me.

But I couldn't-and you didn't speak,or even look at me. You just left me like I deserved.

I waited, and I waited...and then I dropped to the soft carpet a broken, boneless, aching wreck and sobbed for hours, biting my wrists to choke the screams that wanted OUT.

You didn't call me,or send me any teasing, sensual text messages.

I spent the night huddled on the couch, wrapped up in a worn, cuddly flannel sheet-even though it was May and already warm, since you never turned the central air on until at least June, you liked to have the windows open, and the house smelling of lilac and cherry blossoms, cut grass and freshly turned soil...

I wondered if this would be my last night ever to spend under your roof.

I thought about just leaving-I hadn't come with much. It would be so easy to just pack what little I'd cared enough about over the years to keep with me and leave, spare you the awkwardness of telling me to get the hell out of your home and life, but...You had told me so many times, touching me in so many ways; your hands cupping my face, your lips breathing it against my throat, my breasts, my pussy...that I belonged to you, that you owned me, that I was yours...and I was. I couldn't leave until you told me to go.

After about six hours I didn't even have enough energy left to cry. My aching dry eyes had no moisture for tears, so I just sat, staring sadly, brokenly...too weary to even think.

When I heard the key turning in the door I froze, startled. It wasn't even three am.

But when the door opened, it was my One standing there, his eyes still blank and frozen. He closed the front door behind him and just stood there, looking at me.

I thought...oh God, I fucked up again! I should have left. I can't do anything right, I never do anything right!

"I'm sorry Sir, I-I lost track of time, I was going to be gone..."

"If I'd had to track you down girl...he begin, his deep, smooth voice almost a snarl, and suddenly, for the first time ever, I WAS afraid of him.

I fought my way free of the clinging flannel sheet and dropped heavily to my knees, just in front of the couch, too frightened and leaden limb'ed to crawl the dozen feet to him, where he stool, still just barely inside the front door.

"Sir!" I blurted. "I lied! I'm so sorry Sir-I didn't call the clinic and I don't know why I lied but..."

"You lied because you were afraid of me. What have I ever done to you to deserve that reaction?" He asked me quietly. "I know your past, but I thought you had begin to trust me. Am I just wasting both our time? Should I just let you go?"

I'd rather he just killed me then that, I thought, and I realized something. I hadn't lied because I was scared of him. It wasn't the anger in his eyes that had made that stupid lie pop out. It was that next fraction of a second when I watched the anger fade into understanding and I'd felt so bad that I hadn't been true to him, and done as I'd been told...that for one idiotic instant, long enough for my tongue to blurt out the words...lying had seemed better then disappointing him.

"I didn't lie because I was afraid of you Sir." I whispered softly. "I lied because I didn't want to disappoint you." I had kept my eyes downcast through my short speech. Normally he wanted me to look at him, because he said my green gold eyes were the most beautiful eyes he's ever seen. He told me I had Fairy eyes, and he liked to watch the blues and grays and ambers that swirled within the olive green band that rimmed my eyes.

When he fucked me, when he took me missionary style, he tangled his fingers in my long ash blond curls to hold my head still and stared down into my eyes, because he said they glittered their purest green gold when my body hit orgasm. He'd had to break me of my habit of closing my eyes when I came, and it hadn't been an easy task. 

He made a funny, choked off sound, almost like he'd strangled a laugh. But when I dared a quick peek, his face was still stern and stiff.

"Do you know how bloody stupid that sounds?" He growled. "You lied to NOT disappoint me? Care to explain how the fuck that makes sense?"

I really did know how stupid that sounded. And to be honest, I really, really did NOT want to try and explain why it had seemed to make sense for that short, insane semi second. But I couldn't exactly say "no Sir I don't care to try and explain."

I could swear fierce fully and forcefully well under my breath for half a second, and spare a moment to remember the days when I'd probably have lost my temper and thrown something-not at anyone of course, but I'd cost Sir the expense of close to half a dozen of the cell phones he'd bought for me, and gained myself a lot of spankings and even worse, torturous hours spent standing in a corner with my feet and nose touching the wall.

I HATE standing still, and I'm not very good at it, even today. But in the beginning, when he would add minutes if I didn't stand perfectly still a five minute "timeout" could turn into five hours, and end with me dropping to curl up bawling in my corner when he finally released me.

I'd try so hard to stand still, you see. Because I WAS always sorry when I'd done wrong. It took him mere weeks to break me of my sneaky habit of trying to talk my way out of punishment because I didn't need that defense with him. His punishments weren't like the ones in my past, that I'd HAD to learn defenses against.

So when he was finally able to release me from the punishment I'd earned for myself-when I'd finally done my penance and earned my forgiveness, I'd curl up and cry because I was ashamed that it had taken so long, that I was so unable to stand still as told, that I had disappointed and wasted all those hours for Sir. I'd sob out choked apologies and he would come to me in my corner and sit down and pull me into his lap, not minding when I bawled soggily and snuffled against the expensive fabrics of his shirt. He'd hold me and run his fingers through my long, tousled curls, kiss the top of my head and whisper that it was OK, it was finished, I was forgiven.

He'd hold me until I was calm enough to become aware of the hard hunger of his erection stiffening powerfully under my bottom, and then he'd whisper to me.

"Does my bad girl want to make daddy feel good?"

I loved it like that. It was almost worth the punishment of standing against the wall for all those hours-if you could take away the sick, leaden feel that still lingered in my belly, the shame of being a Bad Girl in a way that wasn't sexual, sensual, playing games.

I don't like being a for real Bad Girl, not to my One.

What we had, what we did, how it was-it only happened right there, in that corner. It was a "special" kind of sex. It was Bad Girl sex.

I'd squirm my way off his lap, to kneel between his sprawled wide thighs, dressed just in tiny, pretty silken panties and a tank top,or a chopped up, sexily mutilated T, and look up at him,always dressed so impeccably compared to myself and whisper softly, shyly...begging.

"Yes please."

Turned me on so badly...he always did but looking at him, while I kneeled between his wide spread thighs, gods! He looked every inch the arrogant, confident, successful male and Master that he was, and I knew...I knew that I looked like a pretty little toy made to be used, just a sweet mouthed,owned, fuckable bitch.

He was every woman's dream-and it was me who had made that luscious cock hard. It was me that his hot, hungry, aroused eyes were glued to. It was me he wanted. His Bad Girl.

He'd let me eat him up with my eyes for a little while...sometimes just a second or two when he really, really wanted my mouth swallowing his hard cock, my fingers flowing over his silken shaft and swelling balls, then he'd growl under his breath and roughly yank his zipper down, not caring if it broke, or tore the fabric of his fine trousers, to release his cock and balls, and his hand would grab me behind the neck, hard, almost hurting...

"Suck me off, you beautiful little bitch-and if you spill even one drop, you're going right back in that fucking corner!"

He'd pull me down, taking ME, even as I opened my mouth, eager to swallow his swollen, weeping wet shaft deep into my convulsing throat.

He's big, my One, not porn star hung, but big enough that I can't really take him all the way. Except when we're in that corner. Because then he just takes me; he pushes his hips up, and pushes down on the back of my head, and I swallow desperately, fighting against the gag reflex to take him in so deep that my nose is nestled against the smooth skin of his lower belly, and I can flick my nimble tongue out and lick his balls.

When we're in that corner, he fucks ME. I'm good at giving him oral pleasure. I'm very good at it. I know how he likes to be sucked, how he likes to be licked. I know just what to do with my hands, and how he likes his balls caressed. I know that he loves the way I glide the long nailed fingers of one hand over his belly and hip, while the other strokes his shaft and plays teasingly with his scrotum.

But in that corner...it's all about his taking; taking me, my mouth, my throat, just using me, and I love it.

He always finishes quickly. He explained it to me once, deeply sated.

"I make you take your punishment half naked because you're so damn clever about unconsciously trying to move, when you're in the corner. I know you're not doing it intentionally-hell kalli girl I doubt you even know you're doing it, and if you weren't half naked, I wouldn't know either...but watching you tense and release that beautiful ass makes me hard enough to fuck a steel wall."

"Damn it girl, I asked you a question!"

I jolted free of my musing, and my eyes flew up to his, startled, shamed-and aroused.

"You put up with so much Sir. I know how much trouble I must be to you. I know how fucked up I am and you deserve better then someone like me..."

A soft snarl stopped my words cold.

"I see. So you are presuming to suggest that you know better then me what I want, what I am looking for or what I need in a submissive? Is that what you're saying?"

How was it that I kept digging myself in deeper and deeper? I hadn't thought it was possible for things to get worse-should have known I'd find a way.

"Oh no Sir, I'd never, I didn't mean..."

He cut me off with a sharp, slashing motion.

"Let's just try and keep this simple. You say you didn't lie out of fear, I'm willing to entertain the idea that you might be telling the truth there. Six months ago you were bloody well chucking phones and books and fuck all what else at my head-safe to assume you're not intimidated by me."

I felt he was being a little unfair there. I'd never thrown anything even close to his head! But once again, not a good time to lodge a complaint. As far as being intimidated by him though...

"You intimidate the heck out of me when you're mad at me! I'm just not scared cuz you'd never for real hurt me you du...."

Awk! I slapped both hands over my mouth so hard I nearly knocked myself unconscious. But at least I didn't call him the Polish word for dumb ass that he'd inadvertently taught me months ago.

We stared at each other from the twelve feet that still separated-and I fought to keep the welling up tears from spilling down my cheeks.

"Fuck..." He sighed, looking drawn and exhausted. "Kalli girl-just tell me. Why did you lie about it...and when you knew I KNEW, just...why?"

"You...you weren't gonna be mad." I whimpered hoarsely. "I could see it...the anger dying when you understood why I wasn't in bed for you to wake up to. It was gonna be OK that I wasn't in bed cuz I was trying to do something big and bad and scary that I'd promised you I'd do...but I didn't do it and I didn't want you disappointed and I knew it was stupid but that's why I lied and then I couldn't take it backkkkkk!" I wailed, collapsing into a hysterical, violently crying heap.

I dragged the comfort of my flannel sheet up and over my head, knowing how ridiculous I was being. If this was my last "hurrah" I was doing a shit job of it. On top of every thing else, I was regressing back to using words like gonna and cuz. He hated it when I talked like that, all fourteen and white trash Cali Valley girl. We'd both hated the months it had taken him to break me of that habit.

Every time I'd used wanna or gonna or cuz...even just OK, he'd immediately stop me.

"Wanna? I think you mean to say want to." He'd correct.

It got so bad I even started saying "you know" again after every sentence. My mom had hated that one. For a year back in junior high I hadn't said more then yes or no around her. Not talking meant one less thing for her to attack me about.

I DID hate being corrected by him every 2 minutes, but I knew I talked trailer trash, and I hated that more. I'm not stupid, I'd just fallen into the lazy habit of talking like the people I'd grown up around.

I pulled my sheet tighter around me and fought to choke my sobs back. I wanted to be able to leave with some dignity when he told me to get out of his house and life.

But he didn't say anything. I didn't hear him move or even breathe. Hell the only reason I knew he was even still in the house was because I hadn't heard any doors open.

I whimpered softly...now what? I was starting to feel beyond stupid huddled under my "blanky". But I just couldn't bring myself to...

"Get rid of that fucking sheet!" He roared.

I eeped and fought free of the clinging material. Flinging it behind me and staring up at Sir, who was standing, towering and glowering, a mere foot in front of me.

"I'm sorry S..."

"I didn't give you permission to speak."

I bit my lip and lowered my eyes...and he dropped to his knees in front of me, still towering and intimidating. I'm not little-but Sir is tall.




Bad Girl



His hand flashed out and tangled in the hairs at the back of my neck, jerking harshly to raise my head.

"You will give me your eyes girl!"

I didn't attempt to speak this time, not with my voice. But I tried to let my eyes tell him what I didn't have permission to say.

"I'm not going to let you go kalli girl. I understand why you lied, why you didn't take it back when you knew I KNEW, that you'd lied. I get it kitten. I don't expect it to always be easy between us and I allow things...because of your past. Gods girl, to hear you say that you're not afraid of me makes me want to forgive you everything, sweep it under and pretend it never happened...to just give you a one off, get out of jail free card. But I can't. You lied to me, and that is something I can not just pretend never happened. You admit that you didn't lie out of fear; that you knew I wouldn't hurt you...I have to punish you for the lie."

He kissed me on the forehead, and lowered his face to mine.

"I know I shouldn't admit to this kitten, but I'm at a loss. I don't know how to punish you. I feel like we've taken such a huge step forward and I don't want to lose that, but...you have to be punished."

It was going to be all right. At least, we could get back to everything being all right. He didn't want to lose me and he wasn't going to send me away. All my flaws and fuck ups and self perceived failings-he still wanted me.

And suddenly...even though it was not my right, not my place, I thought, maybe, because it is a submissive's role to serve her Sir, perhaps I can suggest...

"Sir, may I speak?"

He kissed my temple, softly, and sighed.

"You may."

"May this girl suggest a punishment she thinks would be well deserved?"

He pulled away from me to stare down into my eyes. And he sensed, I think, something monumental from his fragile, fucked up, trying to heal kalli girl.

"Suggest..." He rasped.

I was so scared to put my thoughts to spoken words. Not scared of HIM...not scared of what I was going to "suggest" he do to his lying girl...just scared I'd do it, say it all wrong.

"This girl should be tied up...and punished with Sir's whip or cane or flogger."

He wasn't touching me with his body...but so close that I could feel the heat of his cock stirring, thickening with fierce desire.

"You have never been punished that severely." He murmured. I don't think he was even aware how white knuckled the hand twined in my hair had become.

"This girl has never lied to her One before." I whispered, voice trembling. "The punishment should suit the crime."

I knew that he had always wanted to do more to me then he did...but because of my past, because I had been so afraid, he had held back. Because of my fear, and my weakness-there had been so much he couldn't have or take.

"I think you should be flogged, little one." He purred. "But that sweet, tender little cunt...it will sting."

"The punishment should suit the crime." I repeated...and then, more terrified then ever before-because it had been tried on me, and only my screams had saved me, but...I knew with him it would be an act of pleasure and pleasing, and I wanted him to be that one, to turn the memories of panic, to passion.

"Sir? This girl..." I swallowed, almost choking on shyness. "This girl begs of you...when she has been punished properly...she begs to offer you, her last innocence."

"Gods!" He groaned. "Are you offering me what I think you are girl?"

I froze...he had trained me so well, teaching me the words and the ways and the etiquette, but...I wasn't sure I could bluntly blurt out...that I was asking him to take my ass.

He laughed softly, with seductively subdued lust. "Oh but you are,aren't you? I think perhaps you are offering me everything I've hungered to have from you! Little one, I KNEW, that you weren't going to simple or easy, that very first night. But that smile...you could have slayed nations with it!"

***Author's note***

This is a bit different then my norm...but hey I'm writing again, lemma alone, lol. This is a bit middle of their story (is it bad that I actually cried for my broken, trying to hard to be healed, kalli girl?) I have ideas...was trying to write the story of their meeting, while writing this. Should I bother to write more about these two?



Bad Girl



Some may find what I have to say sexy, perhaps not. The simple truth is that I don't care. Some of you may even find what I have to say painful. 

Some will find what I tell you here, disturbing.

I can lie to myself quite nicely, as easily as I can with my clients.

Read on to see why, or move on if you wish. I do not care about that, either.

I read your stories, I know about some of you. I know what you can do, what you are capable of.

Well, I am capable of a few things myself. I am a very bad girl now, yet I never let it show. I am very good at my job. 

I tease men without mercy, giving hope where there is none. I have no desire at all for men, yet I need them desperately.

Am I perhaps messed up, maybe even insane?

Yes, probably. A man made me what I am inside, then men changed me to what I am outside.

I did read all of the possible places to post this, I first chose Mature because nearly all of my clients are older. Just like in my life, there is no place for me that completely fits.

But then at the final reading, I realized it is not erotic at all. So I changed my mind, thinking not erotic? Someone on staff here changed it when they rejected my story for errors, it seems I am not a writer. But then I know that. 

Fetish, they decided? Me? Perhaps there is a truth to that?

Very well.

My name is Meridith, I am a sexual surrogate. My duties, once a client gets past the long battery of tests and medical checkups, is to try and find out if they can function normally in a sexual situation with their partner.

I assume you all know what that entails.

Most clients are sent to me in the very latter stages of their recovery, I seldom see any before that, as they have undergone the counseling, medical tests, all of the things leading up to me as perhaps a last resort, or just as a test.

The final test before their release? I am not completely sure on that point, and I don't ask. I just do my job.

If you make it all the way to me, you will find me sweet, sensitive, gentle, kind and caring. I am vulnerable to you. 

Not one of those words is truth. You see only the outside of me.

Let me say that there are a lot of males, usually older and more mature, with these concerns. It may come as a surprise, yet it is far more common for both husband and wife to attend at first, hoping for help. Often the wives themselves could do without sexuality in their lives, they just do not wish to lose their mate.

The wives are made to understand that in time their man could very well be having intercourse with me. Thus far I have had just one case where the wife was not understanding. While this is of course an intimate sexual situation, and one I even sometimes personally find satisfying, it is not in my own mind a cheating scenario against the men's mate.

In fact, there are often instances where the client could perform yet chooses not to.  In those cases, it is the response and not the act that matters. It seems that there really are good men out there, men who choose to be faithful and only need some guidance, some help.

And some will jump at the opportunity to be with me, or at least try.

I do not understand or even care that in the minds of others, they would consider me a whore, or perhaps a prostitute. My job does pay me very well, far more than some might imagine in fact.

The goal is to heal, primarily though building confidence and the methods are legitimate although in the background of the medical profession.

I do not work with medical conditions, I work with sexual dysfunctions from other causes mostly. Men with fear of intimacy, fear of failure, the causes are endless, and I can be the cure in about 15 to 20% of those.

I wish the success figure was higher, the simple truth is that some of you carry a torment inside you that I just cannot reach.

I understand that, since I carry my own torment.

I do not appear to attempt at all to cause an arousal, rather I do the opposite. By being there, creating a situation of trust and complete lack of need for my client to erect, they often simply do.

Teasing combined with complete vulnerability, the situation evolves where a male that has no need to be erect relaxes, this means it becomes easy to divert their attention because their simply being there with me is enough. I make sure they feel that, and that they have no need to be rigid to please me. This often is the key, a complete lack of pressure to perform often means performance.

For some, I fulfill the need for conquest. If I sense that is it, I allow it. There is no conquest with their own wives, often from the wife there is only expectation.

So many times the key to healing becomes training the wife. It has always amazed me to realize how few women understand the massive power they have, no matter their age or figure. Men are such visual creatures, a flash of breast, an innocent peek here and there, suddenly the same person that has been mated with thousands of times becomes new magic once again.

Some men somehow manage to find out about me or the few others here at the clinic like me. Those show up at the medical center faking issues, looking for gratification. This is a waste of their time and money, it does not work. The staff at the clinic nearly always know and just reject them, and even those tiny few that do get by to me I figure out without fail.

Except for my very first client, I learned well from that. He was easy, very easy. So easy I sensed something was not quite right. I suppose the clinic director had to know, suggesting it would be easy to allow such intimacy with someone that is really a stranger is one thing, doing it is quite another.

I have been to this website many times, I could say that the only reason I come here is as a part of my work.

You see, from the writings of some of you I can and do learn how you think here.

But do I come here, read just as a part of my work? That would not be truth, I have the very same thoughts and desires as some of you.

Those entailing exhibitionism, accidental exposure situations are by far the most appealing to me. I am an exhibitionist, of that there is no doubt at all.

One might think that in my profession, I would get enough of that, with daily nudity, daily sexual experiences. But the truth is, perhaps twice, perhaps only three times per month the actual act is completed. That part I care very little about although no one could ever tell.

Sex does make me feel good, but that is all now. No one since my husband has ever entered me, unless they were a client. Well, there was a man named Glenn, though even he could be called a client.

He was not a client really, it turned out that he was just a test that I passed with flying colors.

The teasing, the nearly accidental exhibitionism, the feeling of power, control, even joy when my current client forgets that he cannot respond and simply does is beyond describing.

My personal pain and suffering that I so carefully hide from the world lifts, just for a moment, like it does when I am successful at my other goal of climax without being touched.

Did I just confuse you? If so, then read on.

So very often the simple need to have an erection during intimacy is the real blocking factor. Remove the need, the requirement and concentrate on just the intimacy and normalcy returns.

Then of course there is the expectant wife, allowing sex rather than sharing sex. It is always completely amazing to me how easy it is once a wife knows and understands that simple touching, petting, displays of sexuality are the key to getting a response.

If these wives would just come to bed with little or no clothes on, fondle their man, open their legs, display their pussy, tease and lick and touch? Become that blatant whore in the bedroom the man thinks and reads about, wishes for?

If your man has the inclination to respond to different things, do them! What is wrong with the lower cut top, the glances of other males from across a room would be for you. Your husband just might enjoy your excitement at being noticed.

Perhaps letting him know for sure that underneath the demure dress you are wearing...is nothing. His mind will be filled with that thought.

You say you are old, or fat? Do you really think that matters? I can state for a fact that if your vagina peeks out for just an instant, every single man's eyes will drop right to it without fail. Some may blush, some may look away, some will jostle for a better look.

Some once home will remember and visualize the way it looked, while taking themselves in hand. Even the man who suggests that something like that is terrible, takes himself in hand during the quiet moments.

A woman's body is power, that power never leaves them. A beautiful woman may have an edge, but they do not have the entire game. All women hold that power, so few actually know it. They think the airbrushed young blonde has all of that.

Let me say I know for a fact that they do not.

Sexuality is something everyone has in common in one form or another, the idea is simply to find the key.

I would be looking for a different line of work if every wife did sexy things that for their partner.

Sexual surrogacy is a very long and slow process before we ever get to that point of actual intercourse. I do not care about the intercourse, I care about the process.

I know why I am writing this now. I think I knew before I started. The vision, the feeling of a naked man, completely in my power, in my control is overwhelming. My hands stroke the silky skin of the penis, with the ones that have not been circumcised it is like an unveiling as the outer skin is slid back, revealing the head. Firm yet soft, the veins bulging, the involuntary thrusting at my hands creates sensations that tear through me.

I very often orgasm at that point, in fact, I just did at the thought of it. I do that quite often. It is not a crashing, mind bending type of orgasm, it is small convulsions, like tiny electric shocks. I can climax extremely easily through touch, and I nearly always do during intercourse. Oddly I do not care about that, the ones I desire most of all are when I orgasm without being touched! Sometimes those are so intense I lose track of where I am and what I am doing for several moments.

That is the sensation I seek, the sensation I crave. The orgasm that comes from the pure power of the moment, I seek that nearly every waking moment of every waking day. If you can understand that, you could own me. But even I cannot understand it completely.

I cannot understand why or how my body can orgasm while fully dressed on a city street, just from letting someone, anyone see a part of me they are not supposed to?

Naked, lying back blatantly exposed creates nothing in me at all. Yet walking down a stairs, my bare pussy flashing exposure as someone comes up towards me excites me. I see them look, I see the expressions of surprise. The feeling grasps me causing my head to swim. If their eyes do not dart away, my step increases, it slows, I let my legs part to allow a better look. I may pause, looking at something else in interest.

I may need to lean down to check my shoes.

I sometimes must hold the railing to keep my knees from failing me as sensation floods my body.

One man came very close, he was watching with a sly smile. Then he approached, with perfect timing. Had he simply said hello, that just might have done it, I could have went with him had he held out his hand.

Instead he asked me if I was doing it deliberately. I turned and walked away, he did not understand the need inside me for it to be an accident. When it is just an accidental exposure, it is not my fault.

Every minute of every waking day I seek that. I may one day relate here some of the things I have done, maybe.

I look very much like a taller and younger Sally Fields, I have been told this many times. The hair style is similar, the look close enough that some have asked me if I am she. Since I work out three times each week, I stay in good physical condition. My bust is a solid "C" cup, my waist is barely 24 inches. My nipples are round, they are like caps on the tips of my breasts. The nipples are inverted unless I find myself excited, then they pop outwards. I can make them do that, just by watching them in the mirror and thinking of some of the situations I have been involved in. Some have suggested that perhaps I have implants in my fanny, I do not. That is all me.

I do have implants, though, as I will explain.

At this point most would ask how did I ever end up in this kind of work? Some will call me a prostitute, but nothing could be further from the truth.

I was married when I was much younger, the man, who I will not name was abusive. I cannot name him because he might find me, find about about me.

He was not abusive at first. He was loving and kind, I wallowed in him, he was my complete and total world. I saw us as one day old, holding hands, children and grandchildren to enjoy.

Over time he changed, he wanted to share me with his friends, expose me, it was like I was some kind of toy.

I refused at first, then went along with some of it. But when he suggested I have actual sex with some of his choosing there were fights, arguments. One day that degenerated into violence, his excuse of being drunk was not good enough for me. He ended up in jail, I ended up in a hospital for a long time. The beating I took was very violent. I did fight back, but he was far too strong. Probably my fighting back made it worse.

I never understood the why of it, but in that same situation I would fight back again. I will die before being forced.

There were months, then years of operations that made me look like I do today. My former husband would not recognize me, I know this for a fact having walked right by him several years ago on a downtown street. He even whistled at me but I did not respond, feeling a brief flash of fear at seeing him. He saw me clearly, yet he did not see the woman he held in his arms and made love to, the woman he told so many times that he loved.

The woman he came very close to killing with his hands.

I had changed my name, my appearance, my mannerisms.

I became the woman I am today. I became Meridith Anders. It is not the name I use in life, obviously. Michelle Wilson, the woman I was before, died the day that she was beaten into unconsciousness. 

I will always look young, I will always look like I do now.

Only a portion of my face is flesh. The doctors were magic, no one can tell by looking. I have dimples on each cheek, I see those in the mirror. My expression has a natural smile. All of that is a creation.

This story is not about my work, what I do for a living. Not really.

It is about me, and some of the things I have done. You see, I am a bad girl. I also happen to know that I am beautiful by any of the terms of society.

I am a creation of a team of experts. 

I remember the very first time I realized that something was different about me. My husband and I had only been married for about two months. He drank quite a bit even then but I took that in stride.

Those around him did the same, I disliked the taste and almost never touched alcohol myself. But the others did, and some of them were around quite often.

I was sitting on the couch, one of his friends came over and sat beside me. At first I didn't realize, then I saw he kept looking at my breasts. The top I had on was light and lower cut than the ones I normally wore. It hit me that the way he was sitting and the way I was sitting that he very likely could see my entire right breast clearly.

I glanced up at my husband, he was watching me intently. By then there had been conversations about my manner of dress, he wanted me to wear less. He claimed he liked looking at me, was pleased that others looked at me, but that it was for him.

I was very young, I believed him. So I simply sat like that and let his friend see me, and I sat like that for quite a long time. Several others noticed also, one man even came up behind me and reached out and touched my shoulder as he leaned over and made a comment.

His hand actually gently pushed my shoulder forward, I was well aware that he was looking down my front, my bare breasts nestled in a lacy bra, my nipples exposed clearly from that angle.

I just let him. My orgasm flooded over me right there on the couch, untouched. It was intense, far more so than when having sex with my husband. The man sitting next to me got a very odd look on his face, then grinned.

Later that night my husband was extremely excited, telling me that now I was getting the idea. He even went so far as to have me sit on the couch like that after everyone had gone, he wanted to see how much of me they could see.

There really was nothing hidden at all, I was already sure of it and now he was also.

My husband became much more virile than he normally was, I certainly noticed that. Doing that, actually sitting there pretending to be unaware yet being fully and completely aware of my exposure excited me, too.

I felt so happy to have pleased him. I remember lying there basking in the afterglow of intense lovemaking, it was the most wonderful feeling I had ever known up to that point.

It wasn't very long before he had me do things like go up stairs in very short outfits, at first it was with frilly panties and bare legs.

I got looked at a lot in those situations, and I enjoyed it myself. Then he asked me to do it without anything under the skirt at all. I resisted at first but he became insistent, so finally I relented and did that as he stood below and watched.

The first time I was blushing, and I looked over my shoulder. There was an older man a few steps behind me, his eyes were wide and I knew the man could see right up between my legs.

That was the second time I had an orgasm without being touched. It was a very small one, and it surprised me again.

Then I had to turn around at the top of the stairs and come back down. My husband stood there and watched me, he was the only one watching at that moment yet I was trembling by the time I got to the bottom, my body involved in an extremely powerful climax. He actually caught me as I started to fall.

After that, my will to resist was mostly gone. I found myself confused between what I was not supposed to do and what I wanted desperately to do.

So many saw me, I knew but it was not my fault.

Next he wanted me to shave my pubic hair, he told me that it was all anyone could really see. It took him several days to talk me into doing that, finally I did.

It was the first time I ever saw myself like that, my lips looked monstrous, huge. I had never realized it really, the bushy pubic hair I wore in it's natural style hid me fairly well.

Suddenly I was totally and completely naked down there, and I was completely aware of it with every single step I took.

My husband loved it, he tugged at my lips until they were swollen up even more, they expanded and actually hung down, so puffy and sensitive I almost could not stand it when he fingered me with his hands.

I had changed by then, I wanted to go out that way, I wanted people to see me, look at me. I wanted them to stare at my naked pussy. By this time that is what I called it, my pussy.

It was no longer my vagina. My vagina was a personal thing to me, a secret place. My pussy was something entirely different, I wanted everyone in the entire world to see it.

There, just the thought, just saying that and writing it down, I climaxed again.

We sat on park benches, my legs carelessly open as people walked by. We tired soon of the stairs episodes. A few times I sat there in the car with the seat reclined at the gas station, intently pretending to read a book as the attendant did their job. Some of them were women, I didn't care.




Bad Girl



I wanted everyone to see my pussy, see my nice breasts. Soon I no longer bothered with a bra.

It progressed to the point where I was carefully measuring my skirts to be sure that even standing up the bottom hemline was nearly level with my pussy. I only wore them that incredibly short around the house. My husband's friends were often there, they would be drinking and looking at me as I carelessly sat there, letting my legs open, letting them look.

I told myself I was doing it for my husband, but the truth is I was doing it for me.

I also sometimes wore T-shirts and nothing else, the armholes so large they came almost to my waist. I made them that way myself, to make it very easy to show anyone who wanted to look my breasts. I carefully cut the bottoms off, sewed in a hem to make them shorter.

That very soon progressed to some of the men trying to touch me when they thought my husband was not watching, I pushed their hands away at first.

I mentioned to him that some of his friends were very grabby, he just grinned and told me it was OK, they just liked the way I looked.

I was surprised at that, did he actually want me to let them touch me? I soon figured out that he did. So that happened also, they would want to dance with me, their hands all over me, slipping under what little clothing I wore.

It all got to be blatant, it no longer was innocent or accidental, actually, it hadn't been around our house for quite some time. It was not exciting to me to be like that but it seemed to be for my husband. I only wished to please him.

My husband had gotten so that my being exposed, looked at really didn't get him going so much. It took more, and then even more.

One day he told me he wanted me to have my body waxed. I knew they did that at a nearby spa, so I went, actually expecting it to be a woman. It turned out to be a man, later I found out my busband had called and made arrangements.

I went ahead with it, lying there completely naked as he did my underarms, then his hands were all over me between my legs. He even rolled my legs back one at a time and carefully did my anus.

I thought that being naked like that with a male stranger would set me off. Nothing happened at all. My husband grinned excitedly when I got home, wanting to know all about it, if I had enjoyed it.

I lied to him, I knew he was excited and I wanted to please him. I told him detail how the man had fondled me, brought me to orgasm, actually slid his fingers inside. My husband became very arroused, he pressed me back and pounded at me. I even managed a tiny orgasm.

Things came to a head one night, several of his friends had gathered like they did almost every night now. There was only one woman there besides me, and she was letting the guys feel her up. They kept pulling her top up, feeling her breasts.

I even saw my husband with his hand up her shirt, which irritated me. That night everyone became quite a bit drunker than usual, someone had shown up with a quart of whiskey instead of the usual beer.

One of the guys asked me if I would get up and do a little dance for them. I told him no, but the other girl that was there that night did. She danced and stripped until she was completely naked. Very quickly there was encouragement from the others for me to do the same.

Then my husband added to it by telling me to go ahead and do it. I looked at him, then thought why not?

I danced and teased, then finally I ended up naked with everyone cheering and yelling at me to spread them.

"Go for it, Michelle, spread them!" I heard them yelling. I wasn't going to actually go that far, then I glanced over at my husband. He nodded at me, I saw he had his arm around the other girl, and was touching her breast.

So I got down on the floor and did that, too. Somehow it wasn't the same, being completely naked like that was different. It didn't excite me, and I felt a flash of anger at my husband.  I was starting to get up, to gather my clothes when one of the men was suddenly there. His pants were down, I saw a flash of gray and looked down at his penis, rigid and jutting out at me. 

It looked huge, he was poking it at me like a weapon, trying to hold me still enough to get it inside me. I squirmed away, but he grabbed my legs and pulled me back. I looked over at my husband for help but he was just standing there grinning, his hand now busy under the other girl's blouse.

I kicked frantically and managed to get loose, then ran into the bathroom and locked the door. Everyone left not long after that, I stayed in there until I was sure they were gone.

My husband acted mad, he wanted to know why I didn't just let his friend fuck me. He was very drunk. I told him I didn't want to. Then we were shouting at each other, and he slapped me. I slapped him right back, but somehow I was on the floor, it was like my head exploded. I managed to get up and scoot away as he came at me, hitting at me. I hit him back, then I was scratching at him. He ripped my clothing, I felt the wall behind me. Then my head exploded again and I don't remember anything after that.

I woke up to lights in my face and pain. It was a very long time before I began to feel normal again. My jaw was broken, several teeth knocked out. He broke my nose, crushed my cheekbone, I had a skull fracture.

They spoke at length about how they were not sure if they could save my eye. I lay there, wanting to die. I even tried to hold my breath so I could die but that didn't work.

I was still in some of the bandages when I testified, they found my husband guilty, he was sent to jail for five years. The entire time I was on the witness stand he never once looked at me. They told me I did not have to testify, but I wanted to.

Five years? I didn't think it was enough. I now felt nothing at all for him.

Magic Doctors. They rebuilt me, they made me. I changed my name to Meridith, the last name came along later.

I remember sitting in my Doctor's office, he was looking at me and touching me, inspecting me like I was a fine paint job on his car.

"I think you are my very best work, Michelle." He said.

"It's Meridith."  I told him.

"Yes. Meridith, such a pretty name for such a beautiful woman." He smiled at me, his hand resting on my shoulder.

I realized he was standing in a way that he could see down the front of my blouse. I let my shoulder fall forward slightly, allowed him to look. I felt those same familiar sensations, strange since this doctor had seen my naked body many times.

Then I got up, smiled sweetly at his reddish face, thanked him and walked out the door. Had he asked to fuck me I would have let him. Not because I wanted to, but because of what they did for me. I know I would have, I have thought of that moment many times.

He didn't ask. At that moment, I realized that I was now someone entirely different. I remember laughing hysterically as I walked down the long hallway.

The money I got in the divorce didn't last long, there really wasn't much to begin with except for one thing, my husband carried an umbrella policy. 

Without that, I would today be ugly still. It was enough, it paid for everything. 

One million dollars, that bought me a new face, a new life.

I was reading the help wanted ads, and I spotted the one for the clinic. That idea had never crossed my mind, it was just an accident that I even read that ad.

I knew the job would involve sex, exposure. At that point in my new life, I just did not care. I knew I did want fine things, a good life, and I knew that if I wanted that, I had to do it myself.

The only real job I ever had before was as a waitress.

I applied, my phone rang the next day and I was part of their staff. It was that easy. I am sure that a good part of that was because of the way I look.

They put me through a very long training period. I wasn't upset when they mentioned that some of the successful sessions would end up in intercourse. I had expected that. They taught me to recognize signs, how to encourage men, I learned a lot of tricks.

Then came the day that I was assigned to my first case. He was an older married man named Glenn. They showed me his case files, I read them. They told me he was close to ready for release, and had been working with the other surrogate for several months. The last test would be for me to seduce him, then add to the report.

That is the way they said it, seduce him. I wanted to laugh but I kept a straight face. How does a woman actually seduce a man who has to know very well what is coming? 

I knew that this first case was as much for me as it was for the client. I wanted success, that is how I forced myself to think of it.

A man I did not know was going to enter me, into my most intimate and private parts, and I was going to allow that. More, I was going to join in with enthusiasm.

At that point, I had been with just two men in my entire life, and the last had been nearly 7 years before. Most of a decade had been hospitals, operations. There was no time or opportunity for sex.

I did not miss that during those years.

My office is nice, it has a big desk, a huge leather couch, a TV set. There is even a gas fireplace off to the side, and a door that opens into what is a nice bedroom. It is equipped with a small bar, it is more like a comfortable hotel room than an office.

Carrie, one of the staff assistants knocked on my door, showed Glenn in and introduced him. I saw the smile light up his face when he saw me. Carrie grinned and left.

Glenn and I chatted for quite a long time, he was really a nice looking man. I served him a small glass of very nice wine. He was slightly balding, his temples gray, he looked to be somewhere in his fifties.

We were talking about everything under the Sun, and he spoke quite a bit about his wife, Jan. Our other surrogate, Jeanie, had also been working with her, he said.

Finally I asked him if it was all right if I checked his responses, he said sure. I took him into the side room, asked him to lie on the bed and make himself comfortable. He smiled when I asked him if it was all right if I removed some of his clothing, I was leaning over him at the time. I knew he could see most of my breasts when I did that. I felt a tiny flash of pleasure, it had been a long time since I felt that.

When I removed the last of his clothing and took his penis in my hands, it started to react. He was not large, he was perhaps five inches long, it grew to closer to six inches as I stroked him.

I had my first tiny orgasm as I let my thumb slide over the rubbery end of it. Those same familiar sensations began, I felt more waves of pleasure.

"May I join you?" I asked him. I managed to hide my fear of what I was going to allow. Yes, there were several instants of fear, mixed in with moments of pleasure.

He nodded, watching me closely as I slowly removed my own clothing. His eyes dropped down to my pussy, I still kept it completely waxed. His eyes widened when he saw my very prominent lips. I was completely aroused, as I reached down and stroked his erection. It was holding fairly well, then he turned onto his side and reached out to touch me with a sigh.

This was my job. My job to let this man engage in sex with me, do just about anything he wanted to. And he did. He slid up on top of me, inserting himself with a groan. I clamped down, feeling him harden even more.

One surprise is that he lasted quite a long time, then finally I felt his thrusts quicken as I met each one as strongly as I could. I felt the blast of his sperm, he moaned out loud, then his strokes softened and he lay there holding me.

I was no longer afraid, it was actually very easy.

Finally he sat up, turning to look at me. I felt no pleasure as he looked at my naked body. He glanced down, I opened my legs so he could see me. Looking over at his penis, I saw he was actually still partly erect.

"You are a really wonderful lover, Glenn!" I told him, reaching out to gently stroke him some more.

"That was amazing, I really didn't expect...." I smiled up at him as his voice trailed off.

"You didn't think you would actually be fucking me, did you?" I increased the pressure on his penis, he shuddered slightly but didn't get any harder.

"I knew of course that we might." Oddly he now seemed to be mildly shy about it. It popped into my head that he apparently had not been intimate with Jeanie, the other surrogate on staff, and I wondered why.

"Well, now I want you to go home and grab your wife Jan, and fuck her with no mercy. We both know you can now for sure!" I grinned. I was moving my hips slowly, rubbing my pussy against his leg. I felt him begin to harden in my hand at that.

"I would rather fuck you!" He said.

"Don't tell her that!" I laughed. For an instant, I felt a flash of suspicion. Glenn's comments were not quite right. 

That is the story of my very first time. I let a man I didn't know fuck me. Yes, it is fucking, and just fucking. It is not lovemaking, that is a completely different thing.

I do not engage in lovemaking, I doubt I ever will again.

The surprise came later. I wrote the report, turned it in. Dr. Hajjari, the clinic director called me into his office for a chat. He is a tiny middle eastern man with a goatee. He had done a lot of my training, not one time did he ever suggest nudity or make any effort at anything other than teaching me the things I would need to know.

He asked me how it went, I just told him fine. Then he asked me how the actual intercourse went, and he even asked me if I enjoyed it.

I was honest with him, explaining that I did enjoy the touching and the seduction, but felt little really during the act itself.

"You really can turn off the emotions then, can't you? That is important is this kind of work."

"Yes, I can. I don't think I will have any problems at all."

"It's a rare woman that can do that, it makes you a perfect surrogate."

That is when he told me that Glenn, the man I just let fuck me two days before, was actually a former client that had long since recovered.

Plus they cheated a bit, he used Viagra which explained his virility. Glenn was one of those with real medical issues, solved simply with medication.  Doctor Hajjari grinned at me, as I sat there with a confused look on my face.

"We had to know about you, we had to know if you could do it."

"Yes, I can do it. But..what about his wife, Jan?" I smiled at him, got up.

"Jan runs the company that does our accounting. She knows." He grinned.

I laughed, that was funny. That had just been a test, one I had obviously passed. But I had suspected that something wasn't quite right with Glenn, if he really was a client.

It was a bit later before it struck me that Glenn was paid to do his job, also. That was even funnier to me.

I am paid nearly $100,000 per year. I am paid to teach men, help them. I am paid to sometimes fuck them. I like men, I like to touch them, tease them, control them. I like to make them do my bidding.

I also hate some men, I do not trust. I know what they can do. Michelle died at a man's hands, Meridith was born.

Michelle was soft and sweet, naive. Meridith is not soft or sweet at all, yet no one can tell, not really.

I will never marry again, I will never take a mate. All I need to do to make me sure of that is touch my face. I can feel my face with my hands.

I cannot feel my hands with my face. 

Those nerve endings are long gone. Those were cut to build my new face.

That means that I will always remember, and I will never forget. My doctors did say that some of the nerve endings might grow back. I know sometimes my nose itches, that is all so far except for a tiny stab of pain in my right cheekbone when I go outside into a cold breeze.

Perhaps one day one of you, perhaps even a few of you? You might even get to fuck me. It is so easy for me to say that word, to type it. That is what I do, I try to train men, help them so they can fuck me.

None of them can never have me, ever. There is a difference, and they will never even know.

I am Meridith. Meridith Anders. I am a sexual surrogate. I am a creation. I am a bad girl.

I am a very bad girl. I tease, manipulate, I offer untruths to get men to do what I want them to.

I do not like myself, but I can never go back.

Excuse me now, I need to go let the tears flow. That I can still do, it helps.

Then I shall just go to work. The money is very good. I can pretend to be happy.

I will try to heal men. It is what I do.



Bad Girl



I watched you walk by but you didn't see me standing there so I followed behind you. Admiring your ass as you walked down the sidewalk, thinking about all times you have teased me. You have done it online, in person, over the phone, through pictures, in texts messages. You thought it was so cute and fun to tease me. To talk about spanking, being tied up, using sir and master with me but now it is time for it to be real. I pick up my stride to catch up with you, closing the distance rapidly. You turn and glance my direction as I step up beside you and you give me that cute, naughty little smirk, like you are about to start teasing me. You bite your lower lip right as my hand lashes out and I spank your ass once really hard. 

"Oww, what the fuck?" you yelp out.

"Now, firecracker, follow me," I tell you, as I walk towards my car. You sputter angrily behind my back. I ignore it.

Opening the passenger side door for you, waiting for you to get to the car. You have no idea what is going on as you stare at me. I can feel your anger but I continue to watch you, waiting for you. My gaze meets yours and you look away first as you hesitantly walk to the car. I glance at the seat and you sit down. I close the door behind you and walk to the driver's side of the car. Once I get in, I turn towards you and smile at you. 

"Good girl," I say as I start the car and drive.

"Really? what the fuck do you mean by that?" you ask.

I don't respond, again. 

"Seriously, what do you mean Dave? and where do you get off spanking me like that?" 

I glance at you and hold up a finger to my lips. You stare at me as I look away but you say nothing as we drive down the road. Fifteen minutes later we pull up to my house, I motion you to stay in the car as you reach for the handle. Going around the car, I open the door for you and hold out a hand to help you out of the car. My seemingly nice behavior, matched with my silence has thrown you off. I can tell that you have no idea how to respond to me. You take my hand and exit the car. Moving towards the house, I leave you standing there to follow me. You make a frustrated sound in the back of your throat as I ignore you. 

Opening up my house, I walk in, stepping out of your sight for the moment. You follow more slowly, thinking maybe I have some weird surprise for you or I am doing something nice and silly and don't want to give it away. You step through the doorway as it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust. You see me standing there in the gloom of the house. I take a step forward and shut the door behind you. You turn to face me, a question on your lips but you don't get a chance to voice it. 

I grab you by your neck and push you against the wall. 

"Now, little one, we are going to change our relationship and we can do it the easy way or we can do it the hard way," I tell you, my voice deep and stern.

"Listen, here, I don't know what you think is going to happen...," you start to say but your words are choked off as I squeeze your throat.

"Did I ask you? Did I say please tell me what we are going to do? No, I told you are relationship is going to change. Your teasing little ass is going to be mine and you will see the value of being a good girl for me, instead of that naughty little tease you have been. Am I clear?" 

"Just let me go and I ...errrk," You try to bargain as I squeeze your throat again. 

"I guess it will be the hard way," I say to myself as I drag you through the living room into the bedroom.

You struggle a little but I just tighten my grip on your neck.

"We could have started this off with kindness and caring but you had to keep pushing the teasing and the naughty behavior so now I am just forced to punish you."

I sit down on the bed and drag you over my lap. You start to kick and fail, fighting against me but I am stronger than you, more forceful and have a purpose behind my actions. I hold you down as you continue, ignoring the language and the screams as you fight. Grabbing your hair, I pull back hard on it causing you to gasp in pain. My hand slams down on your tight little ass causing you to squeal and try to get away. I spank your ass again and again.

"If you start to behave none of this will be necessary and we can move past it," I tell you firmly but gently.

"Fuck you," You growl out that turns out to be a yelp as I spank your ass hard again. 

Sighing, I reach out with my free hand and pull down your pants, using your struggles to aid me in getting them down. Your panties slide down with them as you squirm and try to get away forcing me to pull hard on your hair. 

"Ouchhhhh."

I stare down at your bare ass, not that I haven't seen it before but it already has the beginnings of red marks on your pale skin. That turns me on, knowing that I have started to train you, to punish you and before the night is over, to reward you. That is what I want from you and I know you want it to but you always have to fight everyone until they prove themselves, well this is my proof.

My hand smacks down on your bare ass, with a crack. It makes my hand tingle and I see your flesh quiver from the blow. 

"One," I tell you.

It comes down again, just as hard as the one previous, making my hand tingle more.

"Two."

Again, smack.

"Three."

Smack.

"Four."

Smack

"Five."

I see the red marks bright on your ass, my hand prints on that skin, makes me harder.

"You going to behave?" I ask.

"Yes," you respond timidly because of the pain from the pulling of your hair and the spanking you just received

"Good girl, I hope it continues," I say as I release you.

You try to scramble away from me but I grab you and pull you close to me, keeping you on my lap. You end up facing me and I can see a little fire in your eyes as we look at each other.

You open your mouth to speak but before you do, I interrupt you. 

"Remember, be polite little one," I order you.

"What is this about?" You ask, softly and politely.

"Like I said, this is going to be about you and me and how are relationship is going to change. You are going to be my mine, my girlfriend, my partner, my lover and my little slut. I am going to train you and you are going to surrender to me. You have always teased me and taunted me and that is going to stop, unless I want it."

You stare at me, trying to figure out the change but it isn't a real change, it had always been there just I didn't let you see it. 

"Listen, I have liked you but I don't think about you that way, we are just friends," You tell me, trying to sound convincing.

"Now, see you can't lie to me like that, that one is free but don't lie to me. I know you like me, I know you want me, I know because you teased and pushed and flirted since I have known you to see what you could get away with but now that is over. So don't lie to me and we can start to get to the good stuff."

I kiss you, passionately. Holding onto the back of your neck, my fingers stroking your skin as we kiss. You are hesitant at first but your start to return the kiss. My other hand slides between your legs and I feel that you are already wet, from the pinning, the spanking, or the control I am already exerting over you. I don't touch your pussy but I can still feel it between your thighs. You quiver a little and moan thinking about me touching your pussy but I don't, teasing you.

Breaking the kiss, I brush your hair back, finger tips lightly play across your ear and trailing down your neck. Leaning forward I kiss your neck softly, going around to kiss the base of your throat, then back up to your lips. 

"isn't that better?" I ask you.

You nod.

"Use your words, I want to hear you say it."

"Yes..." you say.

""Yes, sir,"" I correct you.

"Yes, sir," you return.

"Good girl," I say to you as I kiss you gently. 

I push you back onto the bed, moving you softly across the bed. My hands slowly strip your clothes off, your shirt comes off first, my hands brushing your skin. I slide my hands over your breasts, my fingers caressing your nipples. I kiss you as it continue to caress your body. 

"This is the good part, the rewards for being a good girl for me," I tell you as I kiss my way down your chest. 

My hands finish taking off your pants along with your panties, sliding them off you. I skip your pussy to kiss the inner thigh, my fingers tips tracing patterns across your skin. The feel of your skin on mine, gets me going more and more as I tease you. It is fun to have you finally under my hands, my lips and my will. The teasing you have done, is beyond compare but you will feel how much I can tease you. 

"You are going to be a good little slut for me when I am done with you," I tell you as I stare at you.

The look in my eyes makes you cover yourself, it is so filled with lust, desire and control. It makes you nervous and shy but still excites you as well. As you try to hide yourself from me, I smile at you. It is an impish smile that sends shiver up your spine. I just stare, my hands still on the bed. I am devouring you with my eyes, making you feel even more than naked, vulnerable, exposed. I reach out pulling your arms away from your body, softly pinning them to the bed. Climbing on top of you, I position myself so I can stare down at your body, you can't meet my eyes as my gaze lingers over ever inch of you. 

"Now now, look at me darling," I command you softly.

"Please... no ..... sir," you respond, shaking your head.

Moving both your hands above your head, I hold them both with on hand. The other hand takes your chin firmly and tilts it up, making you look me in the eyes. I smile at you and kiss you softly before staring into your eyes again. I let my grip relax on your chin to see if you will keep staring into my eyes but you turn your head slightly and just look away. 

"We will have to work on that," I tell you as I kiss your neck. I climb off of you. I stand up and unhurriedly take my clothes off. I don't need to rush and I am not worried about you trying to get away. You barely can look at me as I undress and a smirk appears on my face as I think about how much I have already changed our relationship. Oh, you are going to be mine and how much you will enjoy it. Once I am undressed I climb back onto the bed and take your wrists in my hands, pinning them back down. I push your legs apart with mine and you look at me worriedly.

"Don't, I am not on the pill," you tell me.

"Trust me, you are going to have to learn to trust me," I tell you as I kiss you. 

I run my body along yours, our skin sliding against each other. I kiss your neck softly as I caress your body with mine. My cock runs along your skin, occasionally brushes against your pussy. It feels so sensual as I just tease you with my body. My lips continue to kiss your neck, your lips and your throat. You start to whimper from the teasing and your brain starts to shut down as your hormones take control. After some time of teasing you, making you quiver and try to squirm your way out and get some measure of control back but you don't succeed. I slowly roll off of you, releasing your wrist as I do. 

"Now little one, time to learn to touch each other." I tell you as I take your hand in mine and slowly make you touch my hard cock. 

My other hand reaches between you legs and I touch your pussy which makes you shudder a little as the excitement builds. 

"Stroke me darling," I tell you as my fingers work deeper inside your pussy. My thumb brushes against your clit as they go deeper and deeper inside you.

You slowly stroke my cock, having a hard time paying attention as my fingers work your pussy. You look at me for a moment as you realize I am staring at you as you quiver and gasp under my attention. It you look down at what you are doing and that turns you on even more realizing you are touching me. I lean forward and bite your neck and then kiss it softly. My fingers continue to fuck you as start hitting you other spots with my mouth, your neck, your ears, your nipples all get the attention of my lips and tongue. You start to cum, shuddering and gasping. You stop stroking me as you cum but you don't care as you my hand stops, my fingers inside you. 

"Good girl, but you better finish me up," I tell you, after you are done.

Grabbing you hair I slowly guide you mouth down, pulling your head towards my cock. You take me into your mouth and slowly start to suck on my cock. I play with your hair as you go down on me. You really start to enjoy the light control I am exerting on your head as your lick and suck on my cock. All too soon I pull you off of me and smile. 

"You haven't earned my cum yet little one. We will continue you lessons, soon." I tell you. "But first trust is going to be established."



Bad Girl



Amber was young; eighteen years old with perky and firm tits, a slender build, dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. She and her boyfriend had recently broken up due to her cheating on him. She regretted it dearly as her boyfriend, James, was the hottest guy in school. To Amber, it was all about popularity and looks so she knew she had to get him back.

James had told her to come over that night to his apartment to talk. Amber agreed and headed over in her black high heels, a short and loose white skirt, and a tight white tank top. Her brown hair was straight and ran past her shoulders.

James answered looking handsome as ever. He wore a black wife beater and dark baggie jeans. His dirty blonde hair a slight mess and with scruff. He was twenty-three and well built with stunning green eyes.

"I'll make this simple. I'll take you back in one condition." He got right to the point.

"Anything, James, anything!" Amber blurted out. She watched him shut and lock the door.

"You fuck me and my friends. We'll never tell anyone, I swear. But I've always wanted to do this and well, it seems fair that you owe me anything I want to take you back." He was firm when he spoke, his arms over his chest.

"Uh.. I.. I don't know." Amber stuttered.

"Then get the fuck out!" James yelled, glaring and pointing at the door. 

Amber shook. She wanted James back so she gulped, tucking hair behind her ear and frowning as she replied, "okay. When?"

"Now. Lets go." James said with a satisfied smirk. He began to walk into his bedroom, knowing Amber would follow like a good girl.

And she did. She trailed in behind him.

"Undress and lay on the bed." He instructed her.

Amber did as she was told as she noticed straps on the bed posts. She gulped. She had been tied up a few times but not when having sex with two men at once. The thought made her shake as she got naked. James admired his shaven pussy, pink and tight. Her 36C tits looked plump on her slender body.

Once she was on the bed, James quickly tied her arms and legs to opposite bed posts. She was spread out, the ties loose because he had intentions of turning her around. She had to move freely but still be held down. 

James eight inch and thick cock became hard and bumped against the inside of his jeans. He looked her up and down, almost laughing as she looked so nervous. Putting his fingers to his lips he whistled and in came not one but two of his friends. They must of been in the kitchen, waiting for the signal. Eager. 

Tony was pure Italian with olive skin, dark hair and dark eyes. He was more built than the James or his other friend Jordan. Jordan was thinner but still had muscle, black hair and green eyes. His skin was pale. Almost an emo or scene look without being a scene kid.

James undressed and the other two followed. 

"Please, wait, James. This is too much!" Amber begged, staring at three large cocks all decently hard. James was not the biggest! Jordan, the slender man had a thick nine inch cock and Tony a decent seven inches.

"Shut up hoe!" James yelled, reaching over and yanking a gag ball from his drawer. He quickly fastened it. Amber twisted side to side, scared of what was about to happen. She couldn't resist though as Tony climbed onto the bed. His head ducked between her legs and his tongue did not hesitate to lick quickly at her clit, forcing her legs to twitch in pleasure. James and Jordan stroked their dicks, watching their friend devour Amber's tight pussy. 

"Amber, I will untie you and take out the ball if you do as your told. If not we'll tie you up and shove all of our dicks into your ass at once. Got it?" James sneered.

Amber nodded, knowing he was serious. As James undid the ball and ties, Tony ceased licking her swollen clit. Her pussy was soaked and eager even if she was afraid.

"Get on all fours on the floor." Jordan instructed and they all watched her obey. The shaking young girl was on all fours, looking around at each of them.

Tony approached first, waving his cock in front of her lips. Amber closed her eyes tight and opened her mouth, allowing his cock to slide in. She sucked like a good girl as he rubbed his balls, his eyes closed in pleasure. 

"Your bitch can suck dick." He said to James who laughed.

James went behind her, putting the head of his dick to her drenched pussy lips. He moved slowly, forcing his way in as Amber clenched her eyes shut tight. She moan over Tony's dick as she sucked and as James dick slid in. He rubbed some of her juices over her virgin asshole. 

"This won't work. Sit on me baby." James said and pulled out. He yanked Amber's ass towards him, sliding Tony's dick from her mouth. James laid on his back and right before Amber sat down, he shoved her and forced her down onto his dick, but with her asshole. Amber screamed in pain as his cock stretched her once virgin back door wide open. Tears swelled in her eyes. 

"Oh god no! James no!" Amber cried, the tears rolling down her face. "Oh god stop! Stop! Please!" She screamed.

"Shut her up!" He yelled to Tony, who ran over and held her jaw open, shoving his cock so far down her throat she gagged. He humped her face, forcing it down her throat. 

James continued to move her up and down slowly, his hands gripping her hips hard. Her asshole was so tight it squeezed his thick eight inch cock. James' mouth was open, gasping for air in pleasure as he forced her ass to ride his dick.

Jordan who had been patient enough ran over and knelt down, his massive dick's head rubbing her clit, teasing her. Amber kept on crying, the tears rolling down her cheeks but she closed her eyes tight just as Jordan's nine inches slid deep inside her tight pink pussy.

She screamed around Tony's cock, gagging and choking more. She didn't try to resist because it hurt too bad if she did so she accepted her fate. James' thick cock stretching her ass hole wide open while Jordan rammed without mercy into her now red pussy. Meanwhile, Tony kept humping her face, rubbing his balls.

Tony was the first to cum, down her throat, making her cough as he pulled out. She screamed now. "Ah! Ahhhh! Goo...God, nooo!" 

She was panting and crying and turning James on more. He couldn't resist cumming. His dick tensed before shooting his warm load up inside her ass. He moaned, gasping for air. He laid there and waited until Jordan was done. Jordan took longer than the rest, slamming his cock inside of her, making her scream and twist in pain. He pulled out, cumming over her perfectly round tits.



Bad Girl



For Rob, Matt and John but not always in that order!

Sara:

It's early morning; the sun is just starting to brighten the bedroom as I crawl, nude, into bed with you. You feel my body heat and my breath, smelling of alcohol and sex on your neck as my hand slides over your belly to your always hard cock.

I was out last night with my friends, you noticed that I was dressed to impress and you had that feeling in the pit of your stomach that I would have an adventure to share with you when I returned home. And I do!

You moan as I straddle your body and guild your hard cock into my pussy. Your cock meets no resistance at all as I take all of you inside of me. My bare tits press against your chest. I whisper in your ear "I was a bad girl last night"

I feel your hips move as you my words fill your mind. I wait for your request to continue, my nipples hard against you, my hands holding your head as I kiss you deeply. Your body tells me to continue.

We were at the bar and you know how it is, guys buying us drinks and flirting with us. After awhile someone suggested that we move the party to his house. The other girls were all for it and I thought sure why not, I can keep control of myself and it would give me a little story to tease you with. There were four of us and six guys.

When we got to the cars one of the guys had this really cool old Cadillac, like Elvis's and when he asked, I was more than happy to get a ride in this big old car. Pete opened the door for me as Jim got behind the wheel. There we were; three of us side by side. Those big old cars had a great thing going for them! The leather seat was cool on my bare legs; I tugged on my short skirt to keep it down.

The plan was to go to Jim's and party on; not five minutes from the bar I got a text that one of the girls was sick in the van following us and they would catch up later. Pete had his arm around me and I saw that he was eying my legs. Damn skirt had ridden up on me and was exposing most of my thighs. Should have worn panty hose! I was a little surprised when he leaned in and kissed me but it was kind of thrilling and there really was no harm done with a little kiss. Just being on that big leather front seat felt so sexy!

Jim saw it and then he wanted a kiss - as he was driving. It was a quick one, but Pete's next one was much longer. The first time we stopped at a light Jim's kiss was still even longer and his tongue met mine. I have to say, my belly had butterflies. 

We got to the house and Jim went to get us drinks while Pete put on the music. There is something to be said to being the center of attraction. Knowing that the rest of the group was due soon gave me a sense of freedom and security.

Pete was an excellent dancer and held by body so close. We were moving as one. I could feel the heat of his body and that nice bulge of excitement you men get, his kisses probed deep into my mouth, his hands at times caressed my ass. I allowed all of this thinking that it felt so good and the rest of the party would be here soon - maybe too soon as my body heated up and inhibitions slid away.

Jim returned with our drinks and then took his turn dancing with me. Well it wasn't so much dancing as grinding against each other as his hands explored my body. His hot mouth on my neck and those big hands on my tits had me in another world. Even with our clothes on I could feel the heat of his bulge against my belly.

The music stopped and the three of us sat on the sofa. You're very turned on wife in the middle of two equally turned on men! I didn't see the text telling me the group wasn't going to make it after all. The way I felt at that time it would have been the best news ever!

I lean forward pressing my tits harder into your chest as you feel my body tremble, my soaking wet used pussy engulfing your hardness. It takes me a minute before I continue my confession, to you, my wonderful husband.

My blouse is now open as Jim caresses my tits; he unclasps my bra with ease and lowers his mouth to take my rock hard nipple. Pete's hand have slid between my legs forcing them to open for him but really meeting little or no resistance on my part. His other hand caresses my ass. The only restriction is my thin white lace panties.

Your wife was being passed back and forth by two very turned on men and loved every second of it. Jim took my hand as Pete kissed me deeply and guided it to his lap. When he took my hand I knew just where he wanted it - the only surprise was when I felt his cock it was not in his pants but free and bare in my hand. 

Baby - it was, or is, so thick! The shaft was so thick my fingers barely reached around it and it was already slick with his precum. I just had to open my eyes to see it and when I did I thought I would cum on the spot! You know your cock takes such good care of me -but - baby; this cock was porn star big.

Without even giving it a thought I lifted my hips as Pete tugged my white lace panties down my legs. There I was your wife. Her blouse wide open, her bra loose with my tits exposed to both men, my skirt pushed up to my waist with my pussy on display and my hand stroking a long, thick cock.

Rob:

I can feel your words as much as hear them. I can tell by the way you're kissing me you had an adventure, and you want to make damn well sure I know about it.

"He tasted so good!" The words roll smoothly off your lips after you finish kissing me, deep, long, hard. My eyes are wide as I feel you straddle me, kissing me again before I can protest. Your passion is contagious, your lust divine.

I can feel your hips moving as you straddle me, grinding against me. My shaft betrays my lust as your dark eyes sparkle with mischief. Moving, grinding, whispering into my ear what happened. How you gripped his shaft with your hand just like this (pulling my raging cock out and gripping it tight). Stroking him, moving your thumb over the head of his cock for pre-cum. 

As you place me inside you, groaning, you look at me evilly, "Obviously, he was thicker than you", as I slide in and out of you easily. Your fingers dig into my shoulders as you control the tempo, making sure you get fucked how you want. Telling me, making me hear you, how you fucked him. And then both of them. You just need to be that center of attention, don't you?

Yes, yes, I can feel how wet you are! How warm, how easily I fit inside you! I can feel your grinding those hips, causing a bit of pain, making sure I don't cum too fast. I can feel you dripping down my balls as you move, over and over....

Sara:

It takes me a minute to regain my thoughts as your hard cock caresses the inside of my used pussy but your urgent questions brings me back to my confession.

Jim puts his hand on the back of my head and I know instantly what he wants - and so do I - my mouth moves to his swollen cock. He grips the base and offers it up to my open mouth. My lips kiss the wet tip of his cock and then I open wide to take in that big cock head. My whole body reacts as his cock and taste fills my mouth. I more than willingly suck this man's cock, someone I just met hours ago; wanting with all of my being to please him. To suck his very body into my mouth.

I'm in that crazed sex dream world as Pete's hands now have complete ownership of my nude ass and soaking wet pussy. My body complies with whatever those strong hands want - and they want me! Pete easily shifts my body so that I am on all fours, my mouth full of that big wonderful cock, my tits pressed down on Jim's legs and my ass and pussy in perfect position for Pete's pleasure.

He takes his time, exploring my ass cheeks and now his fingers begin to probe my willing pussy. I moan with lust on to Jim's cock as Pete's fingers tease my pussy. My mind swirls; wanting my pussy filled and wanting, and yes, needing that cock in my mouth to flood me with hot sticky cum. 

Without warning two long fingers shove their way into my pussy! The feeling is so intense that Jim's cock pops out of my mouth as I am forced forward, my kneels leaving the carpet. I think I let out a yell/moan of lust, my pussy filled with Pete's fingers. Jim yelled at Pete to go easy on me and at the same time filled my mouth again with his cock.

Those fingers now begin to fuck me and after only a coupe of strokes my body begins to push back on them to get more into me. It's only then that I feel Jim getting ready to cum. his hips now lifting in that so familiar fucking motion, his hands holding my head in place. I really didn't need any encouragement - I wanted that cock to explode in my mouth.

Jim's body stiffened as that first hot blast of cum pounded into my mouth. Baby; I came right then and there. I felt nothing except that thick hot cock filling my sucking mouth with it's cum. I couldn't breathe, I was gagging but I also could not stop myself from sucking harder trying to get even more cum from his cock.

I think Pete stopped finger fucking me and just watched me gagging, moaning and still sucking Jim's fat cock. I was in a fog as Jim's semi hard cock pulled out of my cum filled mouth. My body was being shifted as Jim slipped out from under me and Pete's hands steadied me on my knees. My upper body pressed on the sofa and my pussy now open and ready for Pete's cock.

His hands left my hips and I then felt what I thought was Pete's fist stroking the lips of my soaking wet slit. 

What I was too soon find out that it was his cock teasing my pussy, my body now in full lust wiggled and pushed trying desperately to get it inside of my aching pussy.

His hands were back holding my hips and it was then I knew that it was his cock that was pressing into my body. Pete looked down and watched as his cock began to sink into that very hot willing married pussy. Even as lust driven as I was my body tried to pull away from this thing invading my pussy. He held my hips in place forcing his cock head past my tight ring of muscles, "damn, she's tight" he hissed as he pressed more cock into me. I moaned with both pleasure and pain feeling my pussy forced open by this new cock. 

Pete urged me on telling me to take it and the slut in me began to comply. My fingers gripped the cushions as his cock pressed still deeper into my body. I don't remember ever having any cock or thing this deep inside of me. He withdrew a little and I gulped air still trying to handle all that was being put inside of my body, and then he began that wonderful fucking motion. The muscles of my pussy now use to this thicker and longer cock both grip it tightly and welcome it into my body.

Each stroke of his cock began to find my ever more willing pussy. I began to match his strokes as his cock opened me wider and wider. Then he began these circular motions with his cock buried balls deep inside of me. The pressure on my pussy was so beyond anything I had ever imagined, he was using his cock open even wider. 

I feel your body shudder and wonder if I have teased you beyond the point of no return. Your cock is so soothing inside of my stretched, used, cum filled pussy. 

We stay locked together, the pounding of your heart causing your cock to pulse in my pussy. You kiss me gently, loving me, and both out heart beats begin to slow down. My whole being wants to cum, wants to feel you explode inside of me but my mind wants to continue to tease you. My mind wins out.

I move my lips to your ear and begin again. Pete has now filled my pussy as never before, it feels as if his cock will pop out of my mouth it is so long. He fucks me slowly, sometimes holding my hips and other times feeling and tugging on my tits. I keep my body lifted off the sofa to give him all of me.

Jim is there - watching - he's watching; me, your wife, fucking. I turn to look at him but he is watching Pete's cock use my open willing pussy; just the way I think that you would. My climax sneaks up on me but is so welcome. My body screams with that earth shaking wonderful release.

Pete is pounding into me prolonging my climax, wanting his own sexual release. My face now pushed into the cushions making it so hard to breathe but not wanting him to ever stop. My soaking wet, fucked pussy meets that cock's every invasion and is rewarded with a huge burst of hot thick cum deep inside of me.

I can feel every spurt of Pete's cum as he empties his balls into me. His cum feels so hot and so deep, pushing me over the edge yet again. My body is soaked in both his and my sweat as Pete's now softening cock slips out of me. 

I'm in a fog as both men dress me, I hear them mention the sun coming up and remember leaning on Jim's shoulder as they drive me back to you.

Rob:

I can feel your hips grinding onto me. You're sliding yourself over me using tight, controlled movements. Gleefully you kiss me, lips refusing to leave mine unless to whisper some other memory of your adventure. Slipping, sliding your tongue against mine, as if challenging me to refuse you or your lusts. And each time I kiss you back harder affirm you. 

The salty scars of your adventure fill my mouth, flooding my mind and senses. My face is hot, glowing, as you kiss. Passionately insisting I acknowledge your mouth was wrapped around other men's cocks. That you tasted their seed. There is no refusing this, for to do that would be to refuse you, and you will have none of it.

Your pussy is loose; warm, wet, and slippery. My arms encapsulate you against my body as you smoothly ride my shaft. Lifting your hips slowly, you raise them just to the tip of my cock, and then slowly, agonizingly slowly, you push down. My hard, hard shaft betrays my lust. Any indignation, any protest I may claim, is destroyed by my primal, visceral reaction to you.

Reaching behind you, you hear me moan as I feel your warm fingers on my smooth balls. "Do you like that?" you purr to me. I moan in assent. "You like feeling me massage his cum onto your sack like that don't you?" My fingers tighten on your flesh.

You grind down harder as you grab my balls with a bit of strength. "Can't resist me, can you?" I shake my head as I thrust up powerfully in response. Each word you say, each comment you make is like a dagger of lust penetrating me.

My teeth are bared now, biting at your neck. My arms are like vise grips, holding you to me as my hips thrust into you. You can't move now, you are frozen on top of me as I penetrate you now, over and over. You're taking it, just like you did from your lovers. Your body begins to quake with the lustful thrusting. I move ever faster, grunting with the effort as I feel your orgasm raking your body, freezing you as you cry out from my manful, powerful thrusts.

And as I hold you to me, nearly crushing you, you feel those jets of cum flooding you. Geysers of seed for you, lust for you, baptizing your trysts with my most intimate fluid. Your hand on my balls loosens a bit and you massage my seed from me. You smile, purring at your husband, your lover, and the one man enough to love you like this, as you are. And we know that my shaft, my balls, my parts, will smell of you and your adventures all day as my sensitive skin bathes in your honey.



Bad Girl



He spanks and fingers me. Then he gets his cock sucked.

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Bad Girl



We're strangers. We've never met. But I know some things about you.

I know you're attending an office training seminar, of which I'm the instructor. I know you clearly didn't want to come here this morning, judging by your body language when you entered the room. And I know you're unmarried, from the lack of a ring on your finger.

However, there's something else I know as well.

I know you're a bad girl.

I can tell by the way you look at me. The way you smile when you catch my eye. The way you steal glances at my cock through my pants. Good girls don't look at strange men's cocks, or imagine what those cocks look like. Or imagine what they would feel like in their hands.

So yes, I see you looking. And I'm not a good boy either, because my eyes have been wandering to the breasts filling your conservative top. I'm thinking too. About what those big soft tits would feel like in my hands. What your nipples look like and how they'd feel in my mouth.

And I wonder. Are you really a bad girl? We just might find out.

There's an hour break for lunch once I'm done speaking. Would you leave the group with me and duck into an empty office down the hall? Good girls don't sneak off to empty offices with a man they just met. Only bad little girls do that. So would you?

And after I locked the door behind us, would you moan as I kissed you, full of passion? Would you grind yourself on my leg, full of need?

Good girls definitely wouldn't do that.

When I slid up your top along with your bra, to get at your succulent breasts, would you smile and hold them up for me to suck? As I sucked on your tiny erect nipples, would you stroke my hardening cock through my pants? Good girls certainly wouldn't do that.

Would you drop to your knees, peeling my boxers down to lick the tip of my rock hard erection? The one that you've inspired? Would you stroke my cock in time with your bobbing head, until precum leaked from my tip and you had me groaning with pleasure? Good girls wouldn't do that. Especially not at work, with someone they'd just met.

But if you did that, then of course I'd have to run my hand along the inside of your thigh until I reached your warm wet center. Would juices be leaking from your tight cunt, so aroused by our hidden tryst? Would you beg me to slide two fingers inside you?

Good girls would never do that. They'd never beg a strange man to finger fuck their little holes. Their tight, wet, soft little holes. Would you watch as I got on my knees this time, and licked your tiny clit while I fucked you with my fingers, getting faster and faster?

Would you run your fingers through my hair as I licked and sucked and tongued your sweet, sweet pussy? I'm sure you'd taste delicious. Would you moan and buck your hips against my face as your arousal intensifies? As you feel your orgasm approach, spurred on by my tongue?

And as you came all over my face, would you bite your lip to keep from crying out? Only bad girls cum for strange men.

As your orgasm subsides, I'd push you against the wall and slide inside in one stroke. Would you moan happily at the fullness you feel? Would you fuck back against me, seeking deeper and deeper penetration from my thick, long penis? Would you beg me to fuck you harder?

Bad girls ALWAYS beg to be fucked harder. If you did that, you'd definitely be a bad girl who simply adores cock.

Would you lie down on the floor, beckoning me to enter you? Only bad girls have rug burn on their backs from being fucked hard in an office.

As I fucked you hard and fast on the floor, would you wrap your legs around me to pull me in deeper, ever deeper into your welcoming cunt? Would you squeeze me tightly in your pussy? Only bad girls know how to do that; only bad girls know how to really please a cock.

And when I pulled out to shoot my load on your tits and belly, would you run my cum into your soft skin? Would you lick some off your breasts?

I guess we're about to find out. Meeting adjourned.

So are you a bad girl?