2 comments/ 17096 views/ 2 favorites Bad Girls By: jencampbell "He's hot, that's for sure, but I hear Monica's after him too, Tiff." Celia fiddled with her chestnut hair, as she looked over at Tiffany Dorsett who stood in front of her locker reluctantly looking for her US History book. The two girls hated History class, to them it was boring and dull with one possible exception. "Monica? Monica's not going to interest him, she won't put out for him." Tiffany paused a moment to smooth down her blue micro skirt and adjusted her tight tank top to show a little more of her bare midriff before she continued about her rival. "She'll flirt, and sex him up with her promises, but I know for a fact she won't deliver like I will. Monica's never deep-throated a cock in her sheltered life." Tiffany gave Celia a knowing look and Celia knew it was true. Tiffany was the quintessential bad girl of Connelly High and Celia was her loyal girl with whom she'd been tight since sixth grade. They were seniors now and likely the hottest girls in school and Tiffany was competing with prissy Monica for a life changing prize. Danny Fountaine was the prize and the reason was football. In rural Texas where football was king, Danny was right now one of the hottest quarterback prospects in the country. As a senior, Danny had already won a full ride as a Texas Longhorn, but no one at Connelly believed he'd spend four years in Austin. No Danny had NFL written all over him and so he could be a golden ticket for one pretty and willing young girl to escape rural Texas. Tiffany's platinum blonde shag-cut hair and perky breasts had already garnered Danny's attention and she had no difficulty encouraging his sexual fantasies because Tiffany knew it was where she had the advantage over Prom queen and head cheerleader Monica Graves. Both Tiffany and Celia were certain Tiff would win the prize when Danny discovered Monica was lovely, but untouchable. "Come on, Cel, we gotta go to History, but we don't have to listen. We can just gaze at Mr. Jackson's ass and whisper about Danny." Tiff patted Celia's butt as she turned down the hallway toward Mr. Jackson's room. The bell had already rung so technically they were late, but who the hell cared? "Would you do him, Tiff? I mean Jackson." Celia had heard her best friend make all sorts of comments on the physique of Greg Jackson, but she wondered would Tiff really let him fuck her if the opportunity arose? Tiffany paused and then smiled. "Ya, it's nuts, girl, but I think I would. I wonder if he's hung as good as he looks?" "Well at least he's not sixty with white hair and glasses like the rest of the teachers here." Celia giggled as she pointed out how most of Connelly High's staff was too old to be of interest. "What if he's hung like a stallion, Cel. That would be so hot." "What if Douglas Crompton was hung like a stallion, would you do him?" Instantly Tiffany made a face. "Ewwww, no way, Compton is nerd city. I wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole." The girls turned into the door of Mr. Jackson's classroom giggling about such a ridiculous thought. Of course they were quite late and the whole class was seated and looked up at them as they walked in. However the look on Mr. Jackson's face was less than amused. "Oh, there you are. Class, the giggly sisters have deigned to grace us with their presence today." Greg Jackson's deep blue eyes stared at his two worst students and he wondered how he would ever get through to them. He was near the end of his rope with conventional methods, but what else was there? "A word of warning, girls, you're both on thin ice today. It's not going to take much for me to slap a detention on both of you." Detention? Yah, wouldn't that be hot. Celia and I alone after school with Mr. Jackson. "Sorry we're late, Mr. Jackson." Celia's apology was almost unheard by Tiff as she was deep in thought. Should I drag Celia into this, or just go solo? The girls took their seats, side by side in the second row, and Tiff gave Celia a devilish look to which Celia shrugged her shoulders wondering what her girl had on her mind. Celia knew with Tiff it could be anything. "Okay, people today we start on the Civil War. We'll be covering it all week so read chapters thirteen through sixteen and be ready to participate in class discussion. Remember it's twenty percent of your grade, a twenty percent Miss Dorsett and Miss Evers have a zero in. Next Monday, you'll get a preliminary test on the material. Now who can start us off with a cause of the war?" To Greg's utter shock, Tiffany raised her hand, fluttering it sexily in the air. "Tiffany, this better be a real answer, not one of your silly answers. I'm in no mood." "No, sir, it's real city, Mr. J. The black people down south were being used, like they were slaves or something, you know the whole whips and chains thing." The words came off Tiffany's tongue with naïve innocence, but Greg heard them differently. Jesus, what would it be like to have her collared and strapped to an X cross at the club? She oozes sexuality, but I'd better not think about it cause it's not gonna happen. Greg took a deep breath and pushed the thoughts of how Tiffany would fit into his secret life out of his mind. Here at his day job he had to keep his proper teacher mind so right-wingers in the administration and the school board would let him stay. It was only at night usually at a BDSM club over 120 miles away that he could let loose as Master Greg and dominate sweet young things like Tiffany. "A near miss, Tiffany. The African-Americans living in the South were slaves, not like slaves. Their chains were quite real and there were whips." Greg paused almost unable to get the vision of a naked, collared Tiffany out of his head. "Okay, Tiffany gave us slavery, let's expand on that. What event happened, just prior to the war, which focused both sides attention on the slavery issue?" Only Douglas Compton's hand rose and Greg's optimism sank. "Oh come on, people, I know Doug knows this. What about the rest of you?" Greg ran his hand through his thick blond hair in frustration, but still no new hands went up. Tiffany took the opportunity while Greg was distracted to whisper to Celia. "I want to get us both a detention, Cel. Are you in?" "Why?" Celia made a face and shook her long chestnut hair as she didn't understand what her girl was thinking. "To be alone with him and see what happens." Tiffany moved her hand to her crotch and made a lewd motion like she was stroking a cock. By now, Douglas had been allowed to give the answer John Brown's raid so Ken's attention was back on Tiffany just in time to catch the cock-stroking motion and Celia leaning over to whisper her answer. "Okay, I'm in." Celia had no idea she was in whether she wanted to be or not until Ken spoke to them. "Okay, girls, it's clear you're not interested so you both have detention today at four. We'll see if you can concentrate better then." Ken continued to pull teeth for causes of the Civil War from his class, but the effort only frustrated him. Tiffany Dorsett's body added to his frustration and he could have sworn she smiled and nodded at him twice when he looked at her, but why would she? When class ended, Celia simply got up and left, but not so Tiffany. The platinum blonde strolled coquettishly to his desk and smiled at him. "See you at detention, Greg, I'm looking forward to the extra attention." Greg watched the pink-skirted ass exit the room and then he reached down to find his cock was rock hard. * * * * Greg noted Tiffany and Celia arrived for detention at five of four. They were always late to class so he wondered why they would be early to his detention. He made them sit and read eight pages in their texts covering the succession of South Carolina and the taking of Fort Sumter before he began questioning them to see what they retained. Greg isn't sure why he thinks it's necessary, but he closes and locks his door. "Okay, girls, tell me what happened at Fort Sumter?" Celia cleared her throat and seemed to want to respond. "They fired on the fort, like with cannons." "Tiffany, help Celia out. Who fired on Fort Sumter?" Greg watched as Tiffany looked up at him and smiled, tossing her head back to expose her neck. This preening had nothing to do with Fort Sumter and he knew it. Tiffany Dorsett hadn't come to his detention to learn history. "Who cares, Greg, I'm more interested in what you're into. I see the way you look at me." Tiffany opened her legs and flashed her black panties at her teacher leaving no doubt as to what was on her mind. Greg Jackson's mind went into overdrive. He knew both girls were eighteen, Celia just barely as opposed to Tiffany who was close to nineteen having repeated an earlier grade, but could he get away with this? Surely they would be shocked and freaked out by the things he was into and they would talk to other students if not faculty or administration. He saw himself fired, his name in the papers with little prospect of getting a teaching job again. "Wow, Greg, you are packing. How big are you?" Tiffany's surprised question brought Greg back to the present to see his growing hard-on was tenting his slacks. "Are you two serious about this? Do you really want to know what I'm into? It's not what you think." Tiffany gave Greg a puzzled look as she stood up and approached him. She touched his erection through his slacks and Greg gasped, but pushed her hand away. "Are you into kinky stuff, Greg? I'm game, what about you, Cel." There was a moment's pause before Celia responded. "How kinky?" Greg took a deep breath and let the cat out of the bag. "Well, I'm into Dominant/submissive relationships and the limits of pleasure and pain." Tiffany's blue eyes lit up. "You mean like we could be your slaves and you'd punish us if we were bad?" Immediately Tiff pulled her skirt up and bent over Celia's desk showing Greg her ass. "I guess that's one way to put it, but it's not all pain there's pleasure too." Greg's eyes were glued to Tiffany's ass hoping he might get the chance to spank it. However while Tiff was in the throes of pure anticipation, Celia was unsure and Tiff saw the uncertainty on her best friend's face. "Come on, Cel, let's play with him. Until you get used to things I'll take the pain and you get the pleasure." One of the reason's Celia had been Tiffany's friend so long was that she loved how bold Tiff was and wished she could be like her friend. "Okay, I'm in, like you didn't know I would be." With Celia on board, Tiffany's boldness grew and she slid down her micro-fiber panties and spread her legs slightly stretching the fabric between her knees. She was well aware Greg could now see her shaved pussy, but she had other things on her mind. "Will you spank me, Greg, please?" Tiffany's words came out in a throaty rush indicating to Greg she might very well be intensely submissive. "Is that what you want, Tiffany? Do you want my hand to make your bottom red? I won't go softly with you. You'll get the same as all my subs; a real spanking." Greg wanted to test how serious Tiffany was. It was Celia who looked shocked. "Are you sure, Tiff? I mean it's probably gonna hurt." "It will hurt." Greg reaffirmed. Tiffany reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart to display her pussy and anus. "If you spank me, Greg, you fuck me and you give Cel whatever she wants. Deal?" "If only the three of us ever know this happened. You both mustn't tell a soul." Now Tiffany Dorsett said something which revealed her true nature and surprised Greg. "I don't want to talk. I want to do." Greg could barely believe this gorgeous nineteen-year-old was anxious to play with him. Was this his dream come true or was it hers? Cautiously Greg moved beside Celia's desk so his hand could reach out to feel Tiffany's smooth bottom. He couldn't resist letting it run down her ass cleft to touch her pussy and Tiff sighed. "Spank me first. I want to know what a good hard spanking does to me." Then Tiff looked up at Celia and saw her friend was looking at Greg's stiffness still confined in his pants. "Oh, and Celia wants to see your cock. She likes cocks, we both do." Greg could barely believe what he heard, but he unzipped quickly and let his nine inches escape his slacks. "Oh god, Tiff, he is hung." Celia's eyes were wide at the thick rod jutting from Greg's pants. "Maybe you could motivate him as he spanks me, Cel, you know you want to taste." Tiffany knew her best friend was an oral lover who liked to please and be pleased by mouth and tongue. She had felt Cel's tongue in her pussy many times and had watched Cel spend hours sucking cock. Greg finally let his hand leave Tiffany's moist pussy to be raised up in preparation for his first blow to her ass. "Ready?" "Do it." Tiffany's affirmation let loose Greg's left hand to smack down on the softness of her bum. Greg made the blow medium hard for he was afraid a true hard smack might bring a scream and tears, but there was no cry of pain from the prone Tiffany. Instead she looked up at his with a fierce anger in her eyes. "I thought you were going to spank me for real, Greg. My mother hits harder than that." Greg realized he had a real pain slut here, but his attention was distracted for a moment as Celia, unable to resist, licked the head of his cock with her tongue. "Ohhhh, that's it, baby. Lick Master's cock like a good slave." The words "Master" and "slave" simply came out naturally for Greg, but he seized up and wondered if he was going too fast with these two. He didn't want to frighten them. "Wow, did you hear, Cel, we can be Greg's slaves. Are you as anxious to serve Master Greg as I am?" Celia took a moment as Greg's cock head had found its way into her mouth. She sucked and swirled her tongue on the sensitive tip and then smacked her lips to release the bobbing erection. "I think I could get used to it, Tiff. He sure has a nice cock." Celia took the hardness back into her mouth deep throating it and eliciting a groan from Greg. Still though, Greg did not forget his promise and he brought his hand up to give Tiffany the same kind of blow he would administer to one of the subs at his club. He thwacked the soft bottom six times in quick succession bringing pinkness to the flesh. "Enough?" "Oh fuck, no, please more." Tiffany moaned. Greg reeled off six more slightly harder strokes and not the lush jigging ass under him was reddening nicely. It's true, at least for this one. She's a pain slut. Greg knew pretenders didn't take twelve stroke of the severity he had just given Tiffany. "Do you want more, slut." The words just slipped out as they were just what he would say to a tortured bitch at the club. "Yessss, please and touch me." Tiffany's voice was a hiss of desire and Greg reached and grabbed her platinum hair. He eased her head back and toward him so he could look at her face and he saw what he expected. Tears were streaming down Tiff's face from the pain, but she wanted more. She would get what she asked for. Greg released her hair and slipped his left hand under her to find her pussy. His fingers invaded her cleft easily as she was soaking wet. He ripped off six more harsh stokes with his right hand and as soon as the last one hit he let his thumb swipe across Tiffany's clit. The physical reaction was spasmodic and Tiffany Dorsett's body writhed to a massive orgasm the first she'd ever had which was enhanced by pain, but deep in Tiffany's mind a door swung open. This is it. This is what I want. To be a slave serving a Master who brings me to the heights of pleasure and pain. Greg can be my Master and make me toe the line like no one else ever has. No one had brought discipline to Tiffany's life until now. Celia's neck had been stretched to allow her to wrap her lips around Greg's cock until Tiffany climaxed and then she held her best friend feeling the quivers of pleasure rack her body. "Wow, you came so fast, girl, from a spanking." Celia was stunned not at Tiffany's orgasm but by the pain related circumstances of it. "You really are into this, aren't you?" Celia asked as he friend finally looked up at her. "I had no idea it would be like this, Cel, really." Tiffany paused and looked up at Greg. "Please, sir, give me more of this. Let me be your slave." Celia looked unsure as to where this was going, but Greg sensed an opportunity here to make better students of these two hotties. "And you, Celia, do you want to play too. It has to be both of you because I know you are close." Greg was counting on Celia's loyalty to Tiffany. "Slave? I'm not sure, I mean are you sure, Tiff?" Tiffany nodded, her tear-stained face looking as certain as Celia had ever seen before. "Please, Cel, please say yes." However Celia was still uncertain. "So what do slaves do other than pain? I'm not sure I like pain as much as Tiff seems to." Now Greg understood the dynamic between them. Tiffany would be his little blonde pain slut while chestnut Celia would be the hedonist always seeking orgasm. His fun would come in denying her on occasion. "May I show you?" Celia looked at Tiffany as if for courage. "Please, let him." Tiff begged. "What are you going to do?" Celia asked. "Bind you and have Tiffany hold you until you beg me to let you climax. I'll just use my fingers and mouth to make you beg." Now Celia smiled. "Will I come?" She was jealous of Tiffany's earth shattering orgasm and she wanted one of her own. "It depends on if you're a good slave, or not." "Okay, what do I do?" As soon as Celia conceded Tiffany hugged her. "Stand up and sit on your desk. Tiffany, you sit in her chair behind her. Now I'm going to use my belt to bind your wrists behind your back and lower you back so you're resting against Tiffany. She'll be holding you so you can't move while I spread you, pull your panties aside, and play with your pussy. You'll be in great pleasure, but you'll be dependent on me to give you orgasm. That's where the begging comes in." When Celia nodded consent, Greg removed his belt from his pants and wrapped the leather around Celia's wrists before he buckled it. It was by no means an inescapable restraint, but Greg was counting on Celia being carried away by the new and heady sensation of bondage the feeling of helplessness. He went to his knees letting her spread legs rest on his broad shoulders for comfort as he pulled aside her pink lace panties to reveal a neatly trimmed chestnut V of pussy hair. Celia sighed as Greg's tongue made contact with her slit. It was hard to get high school boys to eat pussy as she well knew so the last time she'd been tongued by anyone other than Tiff was the college mixer in October. She quickly realized Greg had the instincts and knowledge of a woman in finding her secret sensitive places were a women desires oral contact. Soon Celia was writhing with two of Greg's fingers inside her as his tongue danced on her engorged clit. How had he got her this close so quickly she wondered? Oh my god, it's the bondage. The helpless feeling makes it more intense. Now for the first time since he began Greg spoke. "I don't hear anything." He stopped his tongue and withdrew his fingers. Celia lurched trying to move up, but Tiffany held her fast. She pulled against the leather belt around her wrists, but her best friend was holding the end of that too making it tight. "Oh no you don't, Cel. You do as our Master asks." Tiffany's voice was serious as she had realized what Greg was doing and how it would motivate her best friend like the spanking had motivated her. Celia had heard Greg say she needed to beg to come, but it had been abstract to her because she wasn't so close to the jagged edge of her orgasm. Now with her wrists tightly bound, her torso in Tiffany's hold and Greg between her wildly pulsing legs playing with her soaked sex it all became reality. Could she beg for orgasm? Bad Girls Beg, Too "Spread your legs...wider...NOW", he growled at her, holding his throbbing, thick cock against her pussy hole. "Mmm Daddy...please...I need it so bad," she wailed, writhing beneath him, her pussy leaking sweet juice slowly down to her ass. "No,no not yet. You don't get it yet. I don't think you really want it. Bad girl." "Oh please," she moaned, humping her pussy up against his cock, shamelessly grinding against it. "I want it!" "You're a bad girl tonight aren't you? Tell Daddy what you want...tell me now" he growled, slowly rubbing his swollen cockhead on her pussy. He watched how wet his cock became, rubbing on her hard clit. Soon enough that sweet tight pussy would be his. Soon. But not yet. "Dadddddy" she moaned, hands grasping her breasts, pinching her nipples and pulling on them. "Mmmmm oh my god" she moaned. "Tell me what you want bad girl," he said roughly. "Tell Daddy what you want," he said as he spanked his cockhead right on her clit. "Ohhh Daddy," she groaned as she heard the wet slap on her pussy, felt the tingling on her clit. "Please Daddy! Push it in!" "Where bad girl...tell me where," he replied, slowly rubbing his cock up and down her soaking wet pussy, watching her tight little pussy hole contract. "In my pussy, Daddy! Push it in my tight little hole!" she moaned, bucking her hips up against him. "Right here? Is this where you want it?" he asked as he slowly pushed just his head inside her hole. "Ohhhhh Daddy fuckkk" she wailed, pushing her hips up and trying to force him inside her. "No no no, you bad girl...not just yet," he told her, pulling it back out. "You're a horny little bitch and you know what I want to hear...give Daddy what he wants!" He reached a finger up and started to rub her clit hard, making her writhe and buck again. "Fuck me Daddy...push that big fucker in my hole and give it to me good...make me take it all...I want every fucking inch inside my tight pussy hole!" she growled at him, her eyes filled with need. "Mmm bad girl I'm going to give it to you...I'm going to give it to you good," he growled back as he rammed his cock in her pussy, making her moan and grind up on him. He pushed her legs back up against her chest and started fucking her hard. "I'm going to make you cum bad girl...going to make my baby cum all over her Daddy's cock...give me your cum you fucking horny little bitch...give Daddy what he wants...cum...cum on my cock...fucking cum for me..." he grunted, pumping her tight pussy with his throbbing cock. "Daddyyyy I'm cumminggggg....fuckkkkkk!" she screamed as spasm after spasm shook her body, holding her hands on her Daddy's ass as he pumped her. Feeling her cum on his cock was more than he could handle; with one more powerful thrust he groaned and shot his load inside her tight pussy, slamming his hips against her as he shot stream after stream of hot, thick cum in her pussy. He leaned down against her, breathing hard, kissing her neck. She pressed her hands against his ass,rubbing it slowly as he caught his breath. Then she spanked it. She looked up at him with a twinkle in her eyes, and said, "I love it when you make me beg Daddy...but next time its your turn." Bad Girls Don't Get What They Want My back arches as you grip my hair in a tight fist and shove me face-down in the pillows. Your free hand caresses my skin, your nails dragging and leaving reddened welts along the curve of my ass. I can feel the heat from your body as you lean over me, still fully clothed; the rough texture of your jeans scraping against my thighs as you thrust a knee between them, spreading my legs apart. Your breath is warm against my neck. "You're so wet," you whisper, sliding your fingers down over my ass and pressing first one, then two into me. I moan as your thumb flicks over my clit, pressing back against you. You let go of my hair and I push myself up on to my elbows and breathe deeply. "I want you to fuck me," I say, gasping slightly as you twist your fingers. You laugh quietly and add a third finger. Your fingers are fucking me deeper and deeper, your thumb strumming my clit like it's a fine-tuned instrument. I'm twisting my hips, panting and desperately wanting more. "Oh, I know." I move to slide my own hand down between my legs, and you tsk, grabbing my wrist in your free hand and pressing it to the bed above my head. "No no. Patience is a virtue." I groan. "Fuck patience. Better yet - fuck me!" I roll my hips and grind back into you, hoping to entice you into doing exactly that. You laugh, and I yelp as your hand slaps against my ass several times in rapid succession, a quick sting that subsides to a dull throb. Your thumb slides over my clit again, and I clench around your fingers - the pleasure of you touching me versus the stinging pain of the slap on my ass brings me that much closer to cumming. You pull your fingers away from me, leaving me aching and empty, and slide them into my mouth for me to suck clean. Your voice is low, rough with desire as my tongue curls and licks at your fingers. "I bet you love the taste of yourself on my cock ... I bet you wish that's what you were sucking right now, isn't it?" You pull your fingers out of my mouth slowly and pull away from me, at the same time pushing me slightly and indicating you want me to lie on my back in front of you. I roll over, and watch you from under my lashes as you strip down to nothing. You give me a half-smile half-smirk as you come and kneel over me, nipping lightly at my jaw before kissing me. You take control, thrusting your tongue between my lips, tangling your hands in my hair. I arch up against you, into the kiss, clinging to you. My nails dig into your shoulders, my tongue dueling with yours as you deepen the kiss. All I can think of is how badly I want your cock in me, and I moan into your mouth, so hot and wet. I curl a leg up around your waist, rubbing wantonly against you. You're breathing raggedly when you pull away from me, and I admire your erection, sliding my hand down your chest to wrap around your cock. You let me play for a moment, watch me from hooded eyes as I jerk my hand slowly up and down your shaft with a corkscrew motion. Then you take my wrist, and pin it above my head, pausing a moment to pinch my nipples with your free hand. "Stay," you say, letting go of my hand. Obediently, I stay still and you move my other hand so that I have my arms stretched out above my head. You slip off of the bed, and rummage in your bag, your back to me. My hips move restlessly as I wait. When you turn back to me, you're holding a braid of rope in each hand. I can feel myself pale, but remain pliant as you settle back onto the bed, tying my wrists together slowly -- giving me the chance to protest, to say no. I don't. You secure the remaining rope to the headboard, and then move down my body. You pause, licking and biting my nipples, kissing your way down my belly, then the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs, my knees, the arch of each foot. You tie each ankle, spreading my legs as far apart as they'll go, and then sit back on your heels between my legs. A slow smile of satisfaction spreads across your lips. "Tell me what you want," you say, stretching out over me, holding yourself inches above me. I can feel the heat of your body, your knees pressing against the inside of my thighs, and my nipples tighten to hard little points, almost painful. "I -- " My voice falters, and I blush, lowering my lashes in embarrassment. I hate when you put me on the spot like this, but at the same time ... I can feel the wetness between my legs, the heat uncurling low in my stomach, the prickling of my skin, the heightened awareness of everything around me. I shift beneath you, my hips lifting almost of their own accord. You lean down, forehead to forehead with me, your lips against mine. "Tell me ... " My tongue darts out to lick at your lips, tracing the outline of your smile. "I want you to fuck me," I say breathlessly. "Now." "What else?" I groan raggedly and close my eyes. My voice is soft, hesitant, as I begin the torture of convincing you to fuck me. "Bastard... fuck me! I want your cock hard and fast inside of me, I want you to make me your dirty little whore ... I want you to make me cum all over you, til I'm begging you to stop. I want you to fuck my mouth, make me choke and gag on your thick cock ... I want to taste myself on you ... I want your cum, hot, sticky, all over me ..." Your hands are kneading the pale flesh of my breasts, twisting my nipples. "What else?" Your voice is low and throaty, and I smile, knowing I have you. "Tell me what a bad girl I've been," I say. "Teach me a lesson. Spank my ass til it's red, and then pin me down under you and fuck me. Show me what happens to little sluts who tease..." With one thrust, you're all the way inside of me, filling me. Your cock stretches my cunt with the sudden invasion, and even though I'm wet and ready for you, there's the slight burn of brief pain. You pull out a little, enjoying my helpless moans, and then slam deep inside of me again. "Fucking slut," you growl, biting my neck and pulling my hair. I revel in the feeling of your hard, swollen cock moving against my slick walls, skin against skin, in the helplessness of being tied beneath you, barely able to move. "Yes!" I gasp. You're slamming into me as hard as you can, and I writhe under you, feeling your cock so tight and deep, driving all the way in. You dominate my body with your powerful pushes. You push yourself up onto your arms, and jerk my head back with one hand in my hair, baring my throat to your teeth. "This is what you want?" you demand. "You little slut -- desperate to get fucked?" I thrust my hips back against you, knowing that I'm riding the edge of my orgasm. "Yes, yes -- I want -- oh -- please, please, I'm gonna cum ... " I babble. You stop your movements suddenly, and I whine. "Noo ... no, please ..." I'm impaled on your cock, can feel your balls pressing against my smooth lips, and you stay still, letting me feel how helpless I am under you. You stroke my damp skin, and goosebumps trail wherever you touch me. Your tongue is hot and wet, darting inside of my ear, nipping at my lobe. "This isn't about you," you say. You rest your hand against my throat, tightening slightly. My pulse races, and I clench around you. My pussy, my clit, throbs with need. You pull back, withdraw from me, and I begin to beg you. "No, no -- please, I need you to fuck me, I need to cum -- oh god, I want to cum so bad, please!!" You suck one of my nipples into your mouth, your tongue teasing and torturing my sensitive flesh. Your teeth are sharp, a momentary pain wrapped in the pleasure of the torment. "Bad girls don't get to cum when they want," you say when you look up at me again. "Bad girls are lucky if they get to cum at all." My breath catches in my throat. "No .. nonono, I'll be good. I'll do anything you want," I whimper. "Please let me cum, I swear I'll do whatever you tell me." "Anything?" you murmur, swirling your tongue in circles around my nipple. Your fingers are busy between my legs, stroking me too softly, too gently. "Yes! yes yes yes, anything," I promise, my voice breaking slightly as your thumb grazes my clit with the softest of touches. You bite my nipple, hard, and then gently kiss it before repeating with my other nipple. "I'll think about it," you say, sitting up suddenly and slapping your hand against the curve of my hip. "What?!" My body jerks, as much at the sudden noise of your hand on my naked flesh as from the sting of the slap. Your eyes are dark and amused at my indignation as you move to straddle my chest, knees to either side of my ribcage. "Just what I said, slut. I'll think about it. Maybe you can prove you deserve it. Maybe I'll just cum all over your tits and face, and leave you tied here while I go and do something productive." Frustrated, I tug my wrists downwards, testing the give in the rope. There is none. You know me too well for that. Tsking, you press my breasts together, and slide your dick between them, into the tight passage you've created. You rest there for a moment, the head of your cock peeking at me from my cleavage. You squeeze even more tightly, and begin to thrust back and forth, small jerks at first and then more forcefully. Your cock chafes my silky skin, your balls slap against the underside of my tits and back again. The sensation is exquisite torture; I ache for you to fuck me like this, hard and deep, your cock inside of me. My hips make small circles in time with your thrusts. I throw my head back, close my eyes and bite my lip to keep from whimpering. Your breath is quick and irregular now, harsh as your fingers dig into my skin. There will be marks later. Your pace picks up, and I can feel the ripple of your muscles; I can feel your imminent orgasm. "No, wai - " I start to demand, and the first ropey stream of cum hits my face, at the corner of my lips. "Ah, fuck!" you groan, your eyes closed in ecstasy as you pump your cock in your fist now, jerking off over my face, into my mouth that I now hold open in supplication, my tongue extended to catch every last bit of your cum. I am distracted from my need for the moment, enjoying the slick feel of your fluids on my lips, the warmth where it's spattered on my cheek. You roll off onto the bed, and lie next to me, catching your breath for a minute. I lick the remainder from my lips, pouting a bit. You smirk at my expression when you sit up, grabbing a tissue from the bedside table and dabbing at my cheek. "You don't think we're done yet, do you?" you mock. "Open your mouth." I do so, and you move over me again, sliding your soft cock between my lips. I tease and suck, running my tongue over and around your shaft. You make a noise of satisfaction, and move your hips slightly. You give me a few minutes and then pull away, wrapping your hand around your cock, slowly pumping. You shift so that your balls are dangling over my mouth; I obey your unspoken order, and my tongue darts out, flickering over your skin and tasting you before I wrap them in the moist warmth of my mouth. I watch you as I lick and suck, as your cock gets hard again in your hand. "Ah, fuck ... you're so good at that," you mutter, half to yourself and half to me. You stop stroking yourself for a minute and lean forward, your hands busy untying the ropes around my wrists. I feel the ropes fall away, but leave my hands above my head still. You slip away from me to do the same to the ropes at my ankles, and then lie back, gesturing for me to come to you. I crawl to you, kiss your lips lightly, my hands already hungrily petting and exploring your body. You draw me in for a deeper kiss, and then with gentle pressure, push me down your body to your stiffening cock. "Be a good girl," you say. I wrap my hand around your length, slowing stroking up and down, enjoying the satiny smoothness of your skin. I take my time, exploring you, and lean down, swirling my tongue around the head of your cock with a teasing smile. I caress your balls with my free hand as I take you between my lips, savouring your taste as you slide over my tongue. Your hand rests on my head, but you let me go at my own pace as your breathing quickens and your cock throbs against the back of my throat. I pause there for a minute, looking up the length of your body to meet your eyes, my nails scraping delicately across your sensitive skin. I slide my lips back up again, with lingering slowness. "I love the taste of your cock ... " I press a gentle kiss to the underside of your shaft. Lazily, I stroke your length, and then roll my lips back over the head, taking inch by inch; I suck hard, increasing the rhythm and pressure as I bob up and down in earnest now. My fingers play with your balls, stroke the sensitive flesh between your sack and your ass. I tease you with my tongue, and move back to suck just the head of your cock while wrapping my hand around your shaft. "Ah ... you fucking tease," you growl, suddenly tangling your hands in my hair and thrusting your hips upwards. I gag as you go deep, and brace my hands against your thighs. You hold my head down like that, giving minute thrusts into the tightness of my throat until I start to choke and whimper. Then you pull back, giving me a reprieve -- I have a few seconds to gasp in a deep breath before you plunge back in, and keep up a steady motion, fucking my throat. I can't keep up with you, so I just relax my jaw as much as possible, and try to breathe around your movements. Just as I become accustomed to your thrusting, you stop and push me to the side, swinging your legs around to sit on the edge of the bed. I'm confused for a moment, til you drag me across your lap, my face hanging down to the floor and my ass pointing upwards. I brace my hands against the floor and shiver as your hand caresses the curve of my ass. "Do you know what happens to fucking teases?" you ask me, your voice deceptively soft. "N..no ... " I say, although I have a fairly good idea from the position I've found myself in. I moan as your fingers slide between my legs, and my thighs part to give you better access. Instead of continuing, you withdraw your hand and smooth it in circles over my skin. "No?" I jerk as your hand comes down on my right cheek, not hard enough to hurt yet but enough to sting. I wiggle slightly, feeling your cock pressing hard and tight against me. "That's nothing. I've had worse." Your hand comes down a second time, on my left cheek. Harder. I bite my lip to keep from yelping. You brace one arm against my hips, holding me down while you continue to rain slaps on my ass with your other hand. My ass burns, hot and red from your ministrations, and I can't keep still in your lap, wiggling in an attempt to avoid the spanking and crying out every time you land a blow. "Oh fuck, please -- no more, it hurts," I whimper as I finally tire of trying to escape, my ass on fire. You pause, resting your hand on my now-very-warm bottom. "What was that?" I try to push myself up, off of your lap, and you press firmly against the small of my back, holding me down. Tsking, you say "I guess we haven't had enough yet, hmm?" and you raise your hand to continue. "nononono," I gasp, wiggling futilely. "I - I'm sorry - I wanted to apologize, I'm ready to be a good girl - " You laugh softly. "I'm sure you are," you murmur, pulling me up into a sitting position in your lap and cuddling me to your chest. I curl around you, burying my face in the curve of your neck. My ass is warm, still stinging, but I'm also very aware of how wet and excited I am. I shift slightly, enjoying the hardness of your cock pressed against my hip, and squirm around to straddle your lap, facing you. You indulge me, your hands resting lightly at my waist, holding me a breath away from your body. I lean forward and press a butterfly-soft kiss to the corner of your lips. "Haven't I been good?" I whisper, looking up at you from under my lashes. I slide a hand between our bodies, slowly caressing your cock. I press a kiss to the other corner of your mouth. "Please?" "Please what?" I kiss you softly, nibbling at your lower lip. "Please tell me I'm a good girl ... " I sigh against your mouth. "Please fuck me..." I move my hand on your cock, my hips shifting forward as I trace my tongue around your lips. "Please make me cum..." Your hands lift me slightly, and then your cock is sliding inside of me again and I moan into your mouth. "Yes, like that," I gasp quietly. "Good girl," you mutter, moving your hands from my waist to my breasts as I fuck you. I slowly swivel my hips, and look down to watch your dick sliding back into me. Moaning, I move my fingers over my clit and kiss you with a hot, open mouth. I tangle my tongue around yours and move more quickly, with an edge of desperation. You rest your hands again on my hips, moving in time to the pace I've set. "Yes, yes, yes," I chant, arching my back and thrusting my breasts invitingly towards your face. I rest one hand against your knee, focused on finally cumming. My fingers slide over my clit and then your cock as you thrust into me again, and then back to my clit, moving rapidly. The sensation of you inside me - hard and thick and deep -and my fingers on my clit, is too much for me, and my body stiffens with my orgasm as I press against you, crying out at the waves of delicious feeling pulsing through me. That's apparently enough for you, because I find myself twisted around and sprawled beneath you on the bed as you fuck me hard. You drive forward, filling my cunt, and my hips rise to meet your motions again. You give a hoarse cry as you cum, frozen over me; you slowly stroke in and out of me a few more times, enjoying the aftershocks, and kiss me lightly before settling down to lie next to me. I shiver happily. "See? Being bad isn't always bad." Bad Girls get a Spanking It was Friday on a gorgeous day. The week was finally over! Our son was sleeping over a friend's house so I was anxious to get home. The commute is about an hour so I was pleased when traffic was moving right along. You will find that when you have a long commute and you have the windows down and the radio on, that your mind begins to drift. Mine certainly did on this fine afternoon. +++++++ I turned the radio down and rolled the windows up so that I could hear her while I was on my cell phone. "Hey babe, I was just thinking about you and thought I'd give you a buzz!" "Oh really?" she replied. "What exactly were you thinking ABOUT me?" "Shit! Am I that easy to read?" I thought. I could actually hear her heart race in the phone. "I was thinking that since we have a night alone, that we could have a little fun?" "What KIND of fun?" she asked. See. Now she is toying with me. She wants me to spell it out for her. It was becoming a little obvious that she wanted to play as well. "You'll see" I replied. "I'll be home in 20 minutes. I expect to find you tied to the bed. The only thing you should be wearing is a blindfold. And you had better be ready if you know what I mean." "And what if I'm not?" There she goes again with the toying. "Bad girls get a spanking." I said and then I hung up quickly. +++++++ I pulled my car into the driveway with a raging hard-on, almost exactly 20 minutes later like I told her on the phone. The anticipation ate at me as I wondered if she indeed is lying on our bed awaiting my arrival like instructed. "Hi honey I'm home" I announced as I shoved my briefcase in the corner and headed for the stairs. Listening carefully I heard nothing to give away her location so I simply continued toward the bedroom. Each step brought me closer and closer to my evening of fun! As I approached, the darkness told me that the blinds were closed and the flicker of a candle or two glowed from the bedroom door. "This is good." There she was! My absolutely beautiful wife was on our bed awaiting my arrival from work. I know my opinion is biased, but she is a sexy, stunning, petite Italian. Blonde hair, hazel eyes, 36B or C (depending), a tiny waist, a cute little ass, and only 5 feet tall. She had on a sheer little nightie that showed her assets. The light from the candle flowed over her and I felt like I was looking at a picture from a magazine. The red nightie on her olive skin was like candy to my eyes. Shadows cast in all the right spots and a glow around her made the picture come to life. "You don't follow directions well." - I told her. "You are wearing far too many clothes and I don't see the blind fold anywhere? I also asked you to be ready. Have you done anything yet?" "I was going to get started, but thought I would make it a romantic evening. Was I a bad girl for not listening?" she asked while grinning. I immediately knew where this was going, and more importantly, knew where SHE wanted it to go. She wanted to play the bad girl, but look like the adorable wife who simply wanted a romantic evening putting the ball into my court so-to-speak. The grin was what gave her away. Man how I love her! "Get up!" I said in a firm voice. "But I just..." Stopping her mid sentence, "Never mind 'I just anything'. I gave you some simple instructions and you chose not to follow them. I also warned you about what would happen if you did not listen. Now get up and go stand at the end of the bed while I get undressed." She slowly slid off and walked to end of the bed. Knowing exactly what to do, she simply bent forward placing her hands on the mattress. You see, my wife and I enjoy some light bondage. We do the occasional spanking here or there, a blindfold now and again, and even a necktie or two for some restraint. There is nothing complicated, sophisticated or even remotely physically abusive about it. We like to walk the thin line, the tight border between a little bit of pain and some very enjoyable pleasure. I would never want to hurt her. A nice rosy ass - yes. Hurt her. No. I was taking my time as she stood there bent over at the end of the bed, arms out in front, legs spread. I was lost drinking in the sweet sight of her. Men are such visual creatures aren't we? Not really thinking it through ahead of time, I had to decide what to do. Should I begin with a spanking? Should I just take her right now, right there, as she leaned over invitingly? My raging hard-on was beginning to think for me and I didn't want that to happen or it would be over before it got started! Never really taking it far before, I decided to see how much she actually enjoyed being the submissive. A little experiment if you may. I was fully nude now as I approached. She looked back at me with a smile and I couldn't help but smile back. "Shoot! How dominating of me was that?!" Oh well. This was all in good fun anyway. Actually, the best kind of fun. I pulled her tiny little red panties down as a sigh escaped her lips. I rubbed her cute little ass cheek with my hand. Rubbing first one, and then the other. SMACK. It landed square in the middle of her left cheek. She pulled away for an instant but immediately returned pushing back against my hand as I rubbed some more. SMACK. That one to her right cheek. Again a soft rub. Her hips were moving slowly side to side encouraging my rubbing. I dipped my hand down between her cheeks toward her womanhood. The heat coming from between her legs was intense. I slowly rubbed up and down her slit testing her dampness. She pressed back against my hand and I could feel that she was indeed aroused. My finger slipped easily into her. "Yessss." She moaned. SMACK SMACK. One for each cheek. She was now moving her hips side to side much quicker and pushing back in rhythm as my finger slowly went in and out. She whined as I pulled my finger completely from her. "Oh. Don't you worry. I have more in store for you." I warned. I walked over to the night stand and opened the 'toy box.' Inside I found the nipple clips. I thought, "With her bent over like that, these should work just fine." When I returned to the end of the bed, I noticed that her breathing had increased. I was surprised to see her top already pulled down below her breasts. She heard me getting the clips out and was obviously making it easy for me to put them on. I knelt down beside her and sucked a nipple into my mouth. Sucking hard and pulling back it came out with a pop. I pinched it with my thumb and forefinger, and applied the first clip. "Aaahhhh." was all she could muster. Doing the same to the other, the chain was now connected between the two clips attached at the nipples. I took a step back to again drink in the sight of her. The sheer nightie was now bunched up at her waist, her tits hung down with a chain attaching the two together, and her pink cheeks poking out behind her. She was swaying her hips slowly in small circles now, giving the chain a little motion. Moving closer again, I gave a couple of more swift smacks to each cheek. In between smacks, I would slip my finger deep into her vagina and as I pulled out I would curl my finger and rake it across her G-Spot. Each time she would quickly suck air into her lungs. "Are you ready to be a better listener?" I questioned her. "Oh. Yes. Please. Just make cum. Please lick me. Lick me now!" I instantly shot back at her, "I don't think so. You were the bad girl remember? And bad girls do not get rewarded, they get punished. Now get on your knees and make ME cum." I said it with a tone, but it was really just a wish that I vocalized. She did just that. She stood up, turned from the bed and knelt before me. Grabbing my cock in her hand she leaned in and stopped just before putting me in her mouth. Hesitating only a second to look up at me and grin -- and in one smooth motion she swallowed as much of me as she could. I'm no 12 inch porn star or anything, but I do have a sizeable piece of meat. 8 or more inches and fat enough so that her fingers could just barely circle around it in a grip. Her tiny little mouth compared to the size of my cock, swallowing as much of me as possible was pretty much impossible. But she sure as hell knew what she was doing! Sliding her tongue up and down my shaft; using her hands to stroke my length as she sucks; gently playing with my balls; sliding a finger up along the ridge toward my ass hole. Damn she's good. No -- make that fucking unbelievable. Beautiful AND a gives a great blow job. Totally lost in the moment, I felt only seconds away from shooting my hot load down her throat. I pulled out and told her to tip her head back and open her mouth. Grabbing my own cock in my hand I began to pump. She looked so sexy kneeling there waiting for my seed. Her nightie still all bunched up and the chain hanging down now between her tits. Mouth wide open. "Cum in my mouth. Yes. Cum all over my tits." She said while her hand slid down between her own legs and rubbed. That was all I needed to put me over the edge. I grunted loudly as I shot my load at her. Some of it landing in her mouth, most of it sliding down her cheek, shoulder, and chest. I kept pumping my cock and another spurt hit her chin. "Yes. That's it. Cum on me." she said. "Oh yes!" When I was done, I looked her there at my feet. She was scooping my cum from her chin with her finger and sucking it into her mouth. A very sexy smirk came across her face. She knew she was really the one in control. She could "make" me do anything. I had to play along though. "Get up and go clean up. We are not done here yet." I ordered. She headed into the bathroom and grabbed a towel which she used to wipe her shoulder and chest off, being careful not to dislodge the clips from her nipples which were getting a bit sore by this point. When she returned I was sitting on the edge of our bed. She approached me slowly and I held out my hand. She took my hand in hers and neared me with caution. My head was at the perfect level to suck one of her nipples into my mouth. It was so tender and sensitive and she immediately gasped. I gently used my tongue on each nipple. I reached down to run my hand along the inside of her leg. Her own juices were actually dripping down her thighs. When I reached her pussy and slipped in a finger she sucked her breath in sharply. Leaning down toward me we kissed. Hot. Passionately. Like teenagers in heat our tongues danced. I reached between us and undid the clips from her tender nipples. She cried out in pain into my kissing mouth as the blood quickly returned to them. We broke apart and I lightly licked each nipple encouraging the blood flow. She tipped her head back with her eyes closed as they stood at attention and hovered on that line between pleasure and pain. The cooling effect of my saliva, and the returning blood flow eased the discomfort and soon again she was moaning as I sucked at her chest, fondling her breasts, and licking her nipples. Again she started with the "Make cum. Please lick me. Lick me now!" I chuckled. "No. Not just yet. On your knees again and make me hard once more." Her soft, warm, fabulous tongue had me hard in no time. She slipped a finger between my legs and massaged my perineum. Damn she's good! I helped her up and slipped her nightie off up over her head. "Lie on the bed." and she did. She lifted her hands up over her head and held them together. I grabbed a necktie from the closet and tied them together. Then, with two other silk ties, I spread her legs and fastened each to the bed posts. One more tie around her eyes and she was complete. I was kneeling over her now looking down. Again she was a vision. "This is how you wanted me to start with wasn't it? But it was much more fun getting here my way wasn't it?" she asked rhetorically. "Be careful or I'll gag you as well!" I replied. Reaching for the 'toy box' from the night stand again, I grabbed one of the two vibrating balls. After lubing it up I turned it on and slipped it in with ease. Her lips clamped down around it as she climaxed immediately. I'm sure she thought that it was over. We had now both cum. That's just how it works in the married world, but not tonight. Before she knew what was going on, I worked my way up toward the top of the bed. After pushing a pillow under her head I shoved my cock in her mouth. She greedily took it in sucking. I was fucking her face now. In and out while she sucked on it hard. Slurping noises. Drool. It felt so good. Damn she is a sex machine. I rolled off of her before I came again! I pulled the cord on the vibrating ball and it popped out. She was still panting when I reached over and grabbed her rabbit vibrator. I spread her lips and slid the rabbit up and down her slit to lube it up. Sliding it in until the rabbit's ears were just about to touch her clit. I clicked it on and pushed deeper. The ears touched her clit and she screamed "OH SHIT!" It took only 10 seconds for her to reach another climax. I saw her stomach muscles tighten and she lifted her ass from the bed while crying out. As she was coming down from the orgasm, I untied her legs. I rolled her over onto her stomach and sat on her ass with one leg on each side and began to massage her back. She was like Jello. I ran my hands up and down her back, massaging her shoulders with her hands still tied above her head. She slowly relaxed and once again, I'm sure she thought that it was over. I stopped massaging her and lay on her back with my cock pressed between her legs. "That was amazing." she stated. "It sure was." I said as I thrust forward. My cock found her hole and slipped in with ease. Her lips were swollen, full and sensitive. Her pussy juice was abundant and felt so warm. I fucked her like that. And fucked her good. She was panting and raised her hips slightly so I could get a good angle on her. She managed to get her bound hands slipped underneath, and was rubbing her mound as I pounded from behind. Pushing back with each of my thrusts. The tips of her fingers occasionally brushing my balls while she rubbed herself -- oh how wonderful it felt! With a few more thrusts, I came hard. My seed spilling into her womb. "Now I'll lick you!" And with that, she rolled over, pulled the tie off with her teeth from around her wrists, and slipped her hands under her back. I crawled between her legs and bent her knees. Slipping two fingers into her pussy I began to message her G-Spot as my tongue went to work on her clit. "OH FUUUUUCK" She came. And came. And came. +++++++ Just then, a tractor trailer wailed on his horn and I snapped out of it. See. I told you that when you have a long commute and you have the windows down and the radio on, that your mind begins to drift. Mine certainly did on this fine afternoon. I sure as hell know what I am doing next time my son is sleeping over a friend's house!! Bad Girls Get Punished On occasion, my beautiful bride Lissy and I like to spice things up a bit by engaging in a little role playing. One of our favorite scenarios is based on nonconsent and incorporates a little light bondage. We of course have rules, to make sure that we're both ok with the situation and ensure that nobody gets hurt. The most important rule is that, after a conversation about the topic, we set aside a block of time (usually a three day period) when we can do this activity. The rule is that it has to occur in our house and that, since this scenario is based on surprise, if one or the other of us is not in the mood, we have a signal to make the other person aware. The signal is the placement of a red towel on the table just inside the front door. Now that that's clarified, on to the story. We had just finished doing the supper dishes and cleaning up the kitchen when Lissy asked me if I would go to the store to get some milk, bread, and eggs for breakfast the following morning. I didn't really want to go out, but in the interest of a happy home, I said I would. She said that she would go, but wanted to stay home and start the laundry. I grabbed the keys, kissed her goodbye, and headed out to the store. On the short ride home, my mind kept drifting back to that goodbye kiss and before I knew it, I was extremely horny. I wanted more than a kiss. A taste of Lissy's sweet pussy topped off by my cock buried in that tight little twat of hers would be nice. I pulled the car in the driveway and walked up the steps to the front door, my cock already bulging in my jeans in anticipation of what I wanted. I quietly opened the door; good, no red towel on the table, which meant I was good to go. My cock throbbed. I slipped off my shoes and tiptoed into the kitchen, where I quickly and quietly put the groceries away. Then I stealthily moved to the top of the stairs to begin stalking her. I moved down the stairs and stood just outside the laundry room. I peaked around the corner and saw her bending over a pile of clothes, sorting them by color. Apparently she was washing the darks because she had removed her jeans and T-shirt and was standing in front of the washer wearing nothing but a pink thong and bra. God was she hot! Her perfect ass was just begging to be grabbed or smacked as she bent over the pile of clothes and her bra struggled to contain her amazing tits. I almost began to drool. When she straightened up and began to put clothes in the washer, I made my move. Stepping from around the corner, I grabbed her around the waist. "So, you want to parade around the house dressed like a little slut, do you? Well, now you're going to be treated like one," I said, mock anger in my voice. I tightened my grip and tried to pick her up. She squealed with mock fear and wriggled out of my grip. She smacked the side of my face with her open hand, pushed me out of the way and took off running up the stairs. Half way up I caught her, picked her up and carried her to the top. "You can't get away from me now, you little whore," I said, smacking her ass. "Please don't hurt me," she begged. "I'll give you whatever you want." "You don't have a choice," I said, "You're going to do whatever I tell you and when we're finished, we'll see what happens." I carried her up the second flight of stairs to the bedroom, where I layed her on the bed, held her down with one hand, and pulled a set of handcuffs and a blindfold from the nightstand drawer. "No! No! What are you doing to me?" she asked, pretending to fight as I slipped the blindfold over her eyes and cuffed her hands to the headboard. "Let me go!" she yelled, straining against the handcuffs and kicking her feet. "Shut up!" I hissed, "just lay there and spread your pretty little legs and you won't get hurt." I stripped off my clothes and got on the bed, grabbing her legs as she continued to lightly kick. I lifted both her legs with one hand and gently smacked her ass, listening to her whimper with pleasure. I lowered her legs to the bed and gently forced them apart. I moved my face inches away from her pussy and exhaled my hot breath over her clit. She strained to get her hands free, trying to close her legs and push me away. "Stop struggling!" I demanded, "I want to taste your cunt. And I'm not letting you go until I get what I want." "No! Please! Let me go!" She begged, pretending to cry. Without warning, I buried my face in her pussy, sliding my tongue deep inside to slurp up her wetness. God she tastes sooo sweet! I continued to tongue her pussy for another minute or two before moving up to suck her clit, gently caressing it with my tongue as I sucked it in my mouth. I sucked for a minute and then moved my face away to tease her, but she responded by arching her back, driving her pussy into my face. "Oh," I said, raising my face from my delicious meal, "so the little slut likes to have her clit licked?" "Yes," she replied, "the little slut does." I lowered my head again, this time immediately settling my mouth around her clit. She gently moved her hips and tried to get her hands free to push my face deeper into her pussy. Failing to make progress, she moaned deeply and seductively. I continued to alternate between fucking her with my tongue and caressing her clit with my tongue. I felt her body getting more and more tense as the waves of pleasure washed over her and her orgasm built. She continued to moan and move her hips. "No! Don't stop!" she said as I sat up. "Don't tell me what to do," I ordered, again raising her legs to smack her delicious ass. "I'm in charge here. And it seems to me that you're enjoying this way too much. Let's see how much you enjoy this." "No! Wait! Not that!" she yelled, as I mounted her and slid my throbbing cock inside her pussy. She pretended as though she was going to scream and I covered her mouth with my hand. "Just lay there quietly and enjoy the ride, you little slut," I whispered in her ear. "It'll all be over soon." She had been so close to cumming when I was sucking on her clit that it only took a couple of times of pumping my cock in and out of her soft wet pussy to push her over the edge. She moaned with delight and I felt her pussy pulsing around my cock. "Make me cum again!" she ordered. "What part of the fact that I'm in charge here don't you understand?" I asked. "Do it!" she practically yelled, trying to use every possible means to get me to resume my fast rhythm of fucking her. I again raised her legs, putting each on a shoulder and began to drive my cock deep inside her. "Yes! Yes! Keep fucking me! Pump that pussy!" She yelled. "Admit it," I demanded, "You're a little slut, aren't you?" "Yes! Yes! I'm a dirty little slut and I deserve to be punished!" she said as I continued to ram home my cock, my balls making that slapping sound as they smacked off her ass. Finally I came, shooting hot sticky cum in her tight little cunt. Followed closely by her second orgasm. " Oh God!" she exclaimed, "I love to feel your cum inside me!" I removed her legs from my shoulders, took off the blindfold, and uncuffed her hands. "Thank you," she said, giving me a deep kiss and running her fingernails over my back. "I'll always be your little slut." Bad Girls Go Everywhere You ever hear the quote, good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere? Well that's me. No one knows my secrets. They think I'm such a good little girl. Always the good one, the one who listens well. The one who helps out. The one who says I'm sorry first. The one who never swears or yells, always good. No one ever suspects that underneath there's a naughty little bitch that fucks anyone and everyone she can find. They don't know about the girl that sits at her computer making "appointments" with horny anonymous men. They don't know me. You would overlook me. You would see a serious looking, white female with big blue eyes, long brown hair and a pretty good body. Big tits. You would notice the tits, but then you would see the glasses and assume that here is a lady that goes to Church every Sunday and never swears in public. You would be right ... but you wouldn't know me either. So, here I am. It's Friday night and I'm currently setting up my next "appointment" with this naughty man with a very devilish sense of humour. Not that I'm all the interested in his humour, but I do love his wicked jokes. He seems like a great guy, just misunderstood. He's married to a real bitch. Bobby's philosophy is: Life's a bitch and then he married one! She's prudish, cold and always tired. He wants a younger, more generous woman in his life. We started chatting three weeks ago on a married but looking chat site and we've been talking every night since. I can't wait to meet him tomorrow! The following day I could barely get through the many items I had on my agenda. Wouldn't it be nice if family members figured out you had a life? In any case, I had to be ready for 6pm when Bobby and I would meet at the Days Inn. He wanted to go to a more romantic setting, but we were using my VISA and I was still paying for my trip to Cuba. I didn't want his wife to find out and hunt me down. I've had that happen to me one time at the worst possible moment. Fortunately, the lady believed me when I told her, lying straight to her face of course, that I had never had an affair with her husband. You see, luckily the Minister of my church, present at the time of the conflict, vouched for my integrity. So, Max and I fucked for quite some time before we eventually ended it. After soaking in a big bubble bath, I felt limber and ready for a night of hot sex. I knew I was a sure bet, but still had some reservations about whether Bobby would be there or not. Sometimes these guys I chat with online get a guilty conscience at the last moment and chicken out leaving me high and unfortunately very very dry. However, I really feel like Bobby will come through for me. He feels like a sure bet. Getting in my car I turned onto the 405 and manoeuvred into the Saturday evening traffic. I have to say that I am a little concerned over the fact I don't know what Bobby looks like. Well, he sent me a pic, but it was really crappy. I could make out short blond hair and the slim body of a man. I know he's 38 years old and has been married for 5 years but has been with her for a lot longer. He's wicked and naughty and can't wait to suck and lick my tits. Yes, I sent a pic of my tits. Seeing the motel up ahead I quickly turned in and found the nearest parking spot. Grabbing my purse I got out and checked the parking lot to see how many cars were present. I walked inside and confirmed my reservations and got the payment situation over with. Handing me the room key I walked to the restaurant area and waited for Bobby. I was only there for about 15 minutes when some other people came into the restaurant. Sipping my coffee I noticed this rather pretty blond, who seemed familiar but I couldn't figure out why. Dismissing her I went back to my coffee and waited impatiently for Bobby. Imagine my surprise when the rather pretty blond walked up to me. "Excuse me ... hello. Rena?" the woman asked expectantly. Looking up, I couldn't conceive of what she could want. "It's me Rena ... Bobby." she grinned. "Bob ... beeee ...," I stammered, standing up from the table and unwillingly allowing her to embrace me in a rather energetic hug. Patting her lightly, I sat back down again and just looked at her in utter shock. "What is it Rena," she whispered teasingly, "Did you think I would pass up an opportunity to suck those juicy tits?" Leaning forward she took my hands in hers and when the waitress came over I wanted to just snatch my hands back, but I didn't. Ordering a herbal tea, she commented about how good I smelled. I think I stuttered something about a bubble bath. It was a bit of a blear. Nothing about this evening has in any way worked out like I had hoped. "Ah ... look Bobby ... I'm a little surprised ... you know by ... your appearance." I finally spit out after about ten minutes of her kissing and sucking on my fingers. "What? What do you mean?" she asked puzzled. "In your profile it said you were a man ... and you're not ... a man." Fuck, what kind of person screws up their profile? IN SUCH A BIG FAT WAY? Amused, Bobby leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs, gazing at my shirt where two twin fleshy mounds peeked out from the push-up I was wearing. "I know ... I know I lied, but you had to have known I was a woman!" she urged. "Look ... I saw your profile and honey it was love at first sight! I had to know you ... I just wanted to talk a little bit," she explained, "but you wanted more." "What do you mean? You're blaming this on me!" I couldn't believe my ears as this woman blamed her lies, her misrepresentation on me. Getting up from the table, Bobby grabbed my arm. "Just calm down. Lets not freak out here ok? Let's just go up to the room and talk ... in private," she insisted. Looking at the crowded restaurant that seemed to staring at us, I agreed. I paid for the damn room, we might as well use it for a conference room. There had to be something illegal I could have her charged with for doing this to me! Opening the door, I noticed the bed queen-sized bed. Looking forlornly at the bed, I walked to one of the chairs and sat down. Bobby, of course, took the bed and taking off her coat, tossing her night bag in the corner, she tested the firmness of the mattress. "So talk," I said. Getting off the bed, she came to stand in front of me. "You've never been with a woman have you?" she asked. "No," I answered honestly. Laughing, she walked back to the bed. Not liking her demeanour one bit, I asked, "What the hell is wrong with that?" "You call yourself adventurous, sexy ... naughty," Bobby whispered sexily, "but you've never fucked a woman!" she laughed. "What's so adventurous about you! I'm not the only one who's lying," she smirked kicking off her boots. "So what do you expect me to do? Fuck you to prove I'm as adventurous as you are?" I scoffed. "You don't really think that kind of logic is going to work, do you?" I asked mockingly. Lying there on the bed, she looked pissed but determined. She was really very delicate and much more youthful looking than I would expect of a woman of 38. Her face was smooth and unlined and her lips very full. I imagine most men would love to put a prick between her sexy mouth. "How about a deal. Hmmm? You try having a little fun with me and if you don't like it, you leave, no moaning or bitching on my part? How about it?" "I don't know," I said, hesitant to take this final step. "You like submission right? Well how would you like to submit to a woman, hmmm?" she offered. "I could do things to you, you've never imagine and that's not just a line," Bobby promised. Getting up from the bed, she walked over to where I was sitting. Looking down at me, she ran one hand down to where the swell of one breast was popping out and slipping her finger in the valley below, pushed her finger inside my sweater. Removing her hand, she slowly licked and sucked her finger. "Mmmmmmmmmmm, I taste a horny slut," she whispered. "You know you want to, do it. Be a naughty bitch for me," she teased. Standing up, I began to remove my clothes, I could hear her breathing hitch as I pulled the tight sweater off. She began to disrobe as well, never taking her eyes off me, it seemed. I could feel her intense gaze on my tits, my belly, my cunt, my ass. When I was completely naked she came up behind me, one hand on my creamy tit mound and the other on my steaming sex. Dipping one finger inside, she began to lick and suck on my neck, causing my body to respond. Without any warning, she shoved me on to the bed. Falling forward, my ass in the air, she fell on top of me. I could feel her skinny body, her hands rubbing and caressing my exposed flesh. Pushing me forward even more, she got between my opened legs and began to lick my exposed genitals. Running her tongue down the crack in my ass, I could feel her breath, "Oh God," I moaned. She continued to nip and lick my asshole, moving her hands to my dripping cunt, pushing two fingers inside, she began to pump my vulnerable pussy. "Ohhhhh ... Boobbby," I moaned at the sensation of her tongue and fingers. Abruptly she got up from the bed, "Don't move a muscle, I'll be right back," Bobby promised. Picking up her night bag she opened it and got some things out. My cheek pressed to the mattress, my ass and cunt still in the air. "Ok, it's time to have some fun Rena. Turn over now," she ordered. Taking my wrist, she bound me to the bed with some kind of black cord. Then Bobby tied my legs as well, opening my body completely to her enjoyment. Leaning over she began to suck on first one nipple and then the other. "I like these tits of yours Rena. It was the first thing I noticed about you in your profile. I knew I had to have them," she groaned against my white flesh. "Have you ever had clamps Rena?" Bobby asked, holding up little pieces of stings. "Yes, I replied," not knowing what the little strings were for. "Then you'll like this too," she grinned. Licking my right tit again until it was stiff and erect as it could get, she gently tied the string around the nipple, pulling until she heard my indrawn breath of discomfort and then tied a knot. She then did the same thing to my other tit, causing an incredible amount of pleasure/pain in my nipples. She then climbed on top of me and started licking and sucking my breasts like a mad woman. She put her face between them, squeezing the tits together and shaking her face in my chest like they were a couple of comfy pillows. Moaning, I could feel her legs straddle one of my legs and I could feel her juices soaking my leg as she humped against my hip, over and over. My own body, needed to cum. That's the worst part of always being the submissive. It's a role that leaves no control over the incredible reactions of one's own body. I could feel my own juices soaking the mattress beneath me and I desperately bucked against her, trying to move my hips, but my binds were too strong. I could not get any satisfaction. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FFFFFFUCKKKKKKKK!" Bobby shrieked as she came against my thigh, squeezing my tits so hard, I knew there would be marks left for weeks. Lying sleepily on top of me she continued to kiss and caress my body. "Please Bobby ..." I whimpered, "I need to cum." Hearing me beg her, Bobby finally lifted her drowsy head and looking at the tears in my eyes, softly kissed me. "Ok Pet, just one minute," she answered nipping at my neck and pushing her tongue in my mouth, I sucked her tongue until she moaned pulling away. "You make me so hot Rena!" Kissing her way down my body, she moved down until she was between my legs. Pushing back the folds of my cunt lips, she began to suck and bite at my clitoris, moaning as she worked my body into a storm. The soft bald lips of my cunt and thighs were dripping wet with my fuck juices and her face was fully coated with the evidence of my arousal. No one's ever eaten me that good before. "Oh Bobby ... so ... ummmmmmmm.... fuck ... ahhhhhhhh," I groaned. I had no real words at this point. Everything in me was focused on the flesh between my legs and the small blond woman giving me the best head of my life. Shoving my hips, I tried to force more of flesh into her mouth and god help her, she took more! Sticking two fingers inside, she began to pump my channel, all the while continuing to lick and suck my slimy hole. I was just a nasty cumslut at this point. My body shook and trembled and the little strings on my nipples were unbearably stimulating. I began to try and shake my tits to trigger the nerves in my stiff peaks. "OHhhhhhhhhhh Fuck!" I screamed. "I want to be your pussy forever!" "FUCK ME BOBBY! FUCK ME!!" Whimpering like an animal, I sounded more like a dog than a female, as she continued to suck and fuck my pussy with her wet fingers. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more torture, the white flashes started and I could feel my top ready to blow. "OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" I shrieked, crying and moaning like a baby. "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS... UGNNNNNN!!" As I came down from my high and my pussy continued to pull and pulse around Bobby's fingers, she just kept pumping me until I was fully calmed. Then she laid her soft blond on my pussy and continued to pet my flesh as I came down from my fuck high. Her hands covered in my fluid, she licked her fingers and rubbed her head against my sensitive muff. To be continued ...