5 comments/  14857 views/  18 favorites

Rise

By: TheGreyKnight



Pinning you down is my favorite part.

It's especially true when I telegraph that I'm going to do it. That I show you, tell you, that it's coming so that you can put up the biggest, best fight you have in you. So when your eyes narrow and your breath quickens and your muscles are bristling with all that extra strength and I sweep it away? Push you down into the position I want you in like you have no strength? That way you know that I own you. And we can call it whatever you'd like and we can pretend it doesn't happen, whatever it takes to soothe you, make you whole. Make you want it again.

But we both know the truth when I do it. As strong as you get, as smart as you are and as dedicated to the fight as you can be—the moment I want to take you, I can.

So keep struggling, grunting, narrowing your eyes at me. I want that, too. I want to gaze into your fire with my perfect calm and demonstrate again that you're being taken. That you cannot clasp your legs together tight enough that I can't pry them apart. That you can't push your arms against mine to move them as I do.

You're mine. 

Tonight is about what we are, who we are, to each other. And I am the monster that stands so tall above you that my shoulders are half your height. Whose hand is nearly the size of your face and could easily take the air from your mouth or neck despite every effort made to stop it.

I love you because you admit what others hide from. I love you because you'd deny every word of it to any other man or couple, any friend or relationship in your life, but as soon as you close our door you'll admit it's true. Even when infuriated. Even when defiant. I love you because you're the only girl I've met that isn't afraid.

My second favorite part is when you stop struggling. I never know if it's a feint or not, and that is alluring beyond my ability to state. Sometimes you run out of gas and others you're just looking for an opening.

So what's it going to be? Good girl or bad? I won't ask you to answer. I suspect you often don't know yourself.

I move my hands from your wrists and tilt my head as I look down, wondering what you'll do.

You simply breath heavily, eyes ignited, gazing up at me.

I rip your blouse open and it sends buttons off like rockets. You gasp and then narrow your eyes. "I liked that shirt..."

Why else would I do it?

I lean down to kiss and lick your stomach, to take a little of it between my teeth and clamp down. I want to hear you acknowledge me and sing my praises through the moans, the gasps. It's only when I feel your hand on the back of my neck that I know you're going to be a very good girl tonight and I am grateful for it. I love when you submit. It makes me up my game-anyone can dominate an opponent. It's a bit harder when they're playing along. 

A quick jerk back, two hands on your hips and I flip you over to deliver a swat to your ass-I can never resist-and I pull the blouse off you. It tears, here and there, but it was already acknowledged in past tense.

I strip you down.

"You can't just do this when you like." You say it with your head still buried in the mattress. "What if I had a bad day at work? What if I wasn't in the mood?"

Which I assume is trying to draw me out of the moment because as much as you want this, you love making me concede even more. There isn't anything you could say though. I'm as much yours as you are mine. I am tied to this outcome with all my being. I need you to cum for me. I require it.

When the last of your clothing is off I push two fingers into your cunt without pretext or warning. If you aren't wet now then what are we even doing together?

I slide in with some ease, some groaning on your part.

"You're hurting me."

You start to say something else but the blood is rushing to my ears and I can't hear you, like I'm deep underwater. Sometimes your pussy does that to me, and just knowing that you're wet makes the drumbeat louder.

So I turn you over again and I push my lips against yours. The only difference between this kiss and strangling you is which part of my body I'm using. You go limp beneath me. I'm a verbal person by nature and so I hope you take it as the compliment it is that I refuse to speak to you in this. 

That instead of telling you what I want I wrap my wrists around yours and pull you, pin you again the wall. I guide your hands above your head, your body a foot from the wall, like you're under arrest. Then I stroke you, run my hands over, you, cup your breasts and your neck. 

I take special pains to play with the parts that I sometimes neglect. I run my knuckles down your spine. I stoke the side of your neck. I hold your hips in my hands to show you just how much bigger I am than you.

Then I spin you around and slam you against the wall to make you gasp for me. When you reach for my cock I slap the hand away.

I find this is more effective than telling you I love you or having a discussion on the matter.

Normally I'd lift you against the wall by your hips or the back of your thighs but you make the monster in me ravenous and only cumming in you gets him out again.

And I'm going to hurt you for having that power over me.

Both of my hands come up to your neck and squeeze slightly, slowly-firmly. I look into your eyes to make sure that you can see that something in me wants to keep taking the oxygen from you almost as much as it wants me to fuck you. Do you see it? Can you feel it now? Do you know that you make me need you in such a way that it hurts not to have you?

I don't know any other way to ask it, or to get you to answer honestly, so I start lifting. I start pushing your throat towards the ceiling.

At first you don't understand and tilt your head back but when there's no more room, you gasp. The air is leaving you now, flying away from you. At first you rely on instinct, you get up on your tip-toes, but I'm still lifting. So you start scratching, clawing, kicking at me now that you're suspended, mostly by me, some by the wall. That's still the animal in you.

Then you do the thing I wanted and you grasp onto your attacker. You hold me with both hands, you swing your legs around me and grapple. You latch on to me so that you stop being hurt.

I'd normally ask who's sicker for wanting this, but given how hard my cock is, I have a pretty good idea.

There is the added benefit of your pussy being exposed with your legs spread so wide, and once you're elevated to the correct height, pushing into you is easy. Quick. I can feel you tighten around me as I thrust into you.

You wouldn't know it from the violent strokes, or the growls and grunts or the fact that I just wont take my hands from your neck but inside you it feels like home.

I have to keep my hands from tightening with every thrust. I have to remember to hold them back from the impulse as I shove in and out of you hard enough to make a wet, slapping sound when your ass hits the paint.

You close your eyes and I am grateful because it allows me to let all my demons out and push in and out of you until I am so close. Close enough to know that I can't push in any further in fear of harming you.

So I toss you up into the air, by your throat, in a way that I am certain will leave mark all so I can grab you by your ass, cart you back to the bed, and push you into the mattress.

From there it's arms around you as tight as you're clinging onto me. Somehow tighter than when you were holding on for life.

I push myself beyond my limits to make certain that when I cum in you, I'm going as hard and fast as I can. I want to ache tomorrow in the same way you will. 

We grapple one another. Hold onto each other. Dig our fingers into each other so we can grapple. I feel you tighten your pussy around me so that I can push forward, dive into you. There is no greater feeling that swimming inside you, pushing you open only to have you tighten around me at the end of every stroke.

Can you feel how hot I am for you? How connecting to you on this level, harming you, choking you makes me need you in a way you've never felt another man.

I am as hard as can be as I slam in and out of you. I roar into your face and growl into your ear as you push me closer to the edge than you have any right.

And we both know even though I am the one who tosses you around, that you have this power over me. That you can make me mad and go wild just to slip inside that pussy again. That you can deny me for a minute and make it feel like an evening.

I pull out of you and moan until I roll you over, but this time you're ready, you're pushing up on your knees and placing your own head in the mattress. You're telling me to mount you, fuck you, in the way way you love.

My body slides between your legs so that I can push, up and in, rub that small, soft spot of your pussy with the ridges.

You start to push back so hard that I have to tug your hair, hold you still, choking you again. And even then you still vibrate your legs. More, more, more. So I start pushing again, moving like a piston, until there is nothing left but the final, white hot moment.

And now you are strangling me. The air leaves me lungs as the whole of my body turns into an orgasm. I am nothing but the air leaving my lungs, the water seeping out of my eyes and the scream that soaks into your skin as I feel you cumming on my cock.

A minute after and we're rolling onto our sides, falling into the spoon position.

When you start speaking I move my nearly dead hand over your mouth to silence it.

Your laughter is muffled, but the kiss you give to my palm is louder than trumpets. 

And I whisper, "I love you, too," as I keep you from speaking another word.

Rise & Shine



You're sleeping on the couch and start to have a wonderfully dirty dream. All of a sudden, for some reason you wake up, bringing your dream to a screeching halt. You just can't seem to fall back asleep so you venture down into my room to see if I'm awake. I'm on my back fast asleep. With your sexual hormones racing and you get a terrifically dirty idea. You then close and lock my bedroom, and begin to strip being ever so quiet. After taking off every piece of clothing you tiptoe over to my bed and slowly pull the covers down to my knees. You glance down at my boxers, since they are the only thing between your eyes and my skin, obviously I must be having good dreams too. 

Next, you creep onto the bed, straddle my chest, bend down to my ear and whisper "Honey, honey, wake up." 

I slowly start to come around and as I open my eyes the first thing I see are your beautiful eyes staring right back at me. You look deep into my soul and say to me "I'm going to fuck your face." Then you sit upright and scoot up my body. Next, you spread your legs a little farther apart, reach down with both hands and peal apart your lips that are still soaked from your dream, and lower your drenched pussy onto my mouth. You start to breath deeper as you grind your sex against my face. I manage to open my mouth and push my tongue into your pussy resulting in some louder moans and stronger convulsions coming from your sex driven body. 

Tension begins to build inside you and you are bucking harder and faster against my face. You reach down with one hand to the back of my head and pull me deeper between your milky white thighs. With the other hand you reach behind you and slowly begin to slide your hand inside my boxers. You find that what you are doing to me has worked a lot better than the dream I must have been having. Your hand feels so good around my cock, I close my eyes and enjoy the moment. But you seem to get frustrated, you just can't seem to bring yourself over the edge. 

Your rhythm slows to almost a dead stop, I open my eyes and look up at you. 

You look right back at me and say "I want you to finger my ass." 

I reach underneath you and slide my middle finger through your wet pussy to make the task a little easier. Then I slide it back to your awaiting anus, I start to massage it with my finger in an attempt to loosen it. All of your concentration is on the point of contact. I begin to press my finger into you. You gasp as the pleasure sends chills throughout your body. Slowly I manage to get my entire finger into your ass. Once you start to feel comfortable you begin riding my face again, pressing your beautiful pussy as hard as you can against my mouth. 

The tension begins to build inside of you again. You're willing to do anything to cum. Your left hand is on the back of my head while the right is tightly wrapped around my hard cock. You're closer than ever before, you let go of my cock and place your right hand along side of your left, pulling as hard as you can. You're bucking uncontrollably and I'm doing everything I can to bring you over the top. 

Finally, you let out a squeal "I'm cumming", you shudder and shake as your pussy convulses around my tongue, your ass around my finger and your orgasm takes over your entire body. 

As it begins to subside, you slide down my body and lay on my chest with your chin on my shoulder, trying to catch your breath. You begin to feel a poke in your tummy and realize that there is something else you need to take care of before the night is over. 

Lifting your head you smile and slide down my body. You open your mouth and begin to lick up and down the length of my cock. Each time you reach my head you pay special attention to it and by swirling your tongue around it just the way I like. Then you go even lower and suck and lick my balls while slowly pumping my hard cock. After a while of this you take my cock into your mouth, bobbing up and down. My cock is soaked with your saliva and you're going deeper and deeper every time you take it in. Soon I can feel my head hitting the back of your throat. You slow a little and begin to press my cock into your throat. You've never taken me this deep and it feels wonderful! You work back up to the rhythm you had before. One of your hands begins to massage my balls and the other is holding on tight to my stomach. I tell you that I'm about to cum and you pull up just far enough so that the head of my cock is the only thing left inside of your mouth. The hand that was on my stomach is now pumping my cock faster and faster as you desire your prize. Everything is so overwhelming that I can't take it any longer. I shoot my load again and again into your mouth, I don't think I've ever cum that much. When I've finished you slowly pump every last drop out of me and then lay my cock down. Next, is most shocking, you look up at me, smile, and then swallow every last drop. Just that is almost enough to make me fully erect again. 

We lay together for a while, catching our breath and letting our bodies relax a little. But that all comes to an end when you reach down and begin to play with my cock again. You look up at me and smile as you bring me to attention. You want more, a lot more. 

"I want you to finger my pussy" you tell me. 

We maneuver ourselves so that we are both on our sides facing each other. My top leg is bent at the knee propping it straight up, while your top leg is wrapped over it, opening your world to me. You resume playing with my cock as I slide my hand down between your legs. I brush my middle finger against your sopping lips, you are so horny, you could do this all night. I slide my finger up and down your pussy, exciting you more with each pass. Then, slowly but firmly, I press it in its entirety inside of your warm cunt. Your eyes roll back in your head as I begin to maneuver it around in circles. 

You beg me "God, I need more, I want it all inside of me, I'm so ready, please give me more!" 

Not wanting to disappoint you I press another finger inside, then another, and another. Soon almost my entire hand is inside of you. It's driving you crazy. I move down and you scoot over so that you're on your back with your legs spread wide open. I'm sitting between them with one hand playing with one your beautiful tits while the other is almost totally engulfed in your pussy. I slowly begin to twist and pump my hand inside of you. It's all you can do to not scream. Faster and faster I pump my hand that has now become a fist stretching you farther than ever before. In no time you are shaking and convulsing all over my bed in a huge and violent orgasm. I slowly remove my hand from its confines and you immediately latch onto me, still trying to regain your energy. After a few minutes you have calmed down and released your grip on me. 

I gently get off you and the bed and walk to the end of the bed, you are still in your own world and have barely noticed. In one quick motion I latch on to both of your ankles and yank you down so that your butt is barely on the edge. I then place each of your legs on my shoulders and push my cock up between your gorgeous thighs sending chills up and down your entire body. I gently place the head of my cock on your soaked pussy lips. Slowly I start to slide it up and down your slit until it's well lubed. I start to push myself in side of you. You gasp as my head passes through your tight entrance. I pull it out and then put it back a few times before I start to press deeper into you. Finally after what seems like hours, my entire length is in your warm, sweet pussy. 

You beg me "Fuck me, fuck me as hard as you can, just fuck me, I need it so bad!" 

"You asked for it" I reply. 

This time there is no gentle, no slow, I immediately started to pound you as hard as I can. The moans begin as well as the slapping noises of our bodies meeting in rhythm. You don't know where to put your hands, they're playing with your amazing breasts and then they are clinching the blankets then they are wrapped around you. It's all so amazing you don't know if you'll be able to handle it much longer. A squeal escapes from your mouth and you tell me you're about to cum. At that moment I force myself as deep as I can inside of you and then start moving in circles, attempting to touch every area of you. Amazingly, you cum again, squirting your juices all over my hard cock and running out of your pussy and down the crack of your ass. 

Without pulling out I flip you over and give you a couple more small pumps. I can't believe it, you're still begging for more. I don't know how you can take it all. I lay my cock between your beautiful cheeks and move it up and down. You love it when I do that. I reach down and take one cheek in each hand, spreading them apart. 

Pushing my cock deeper into your cheeks you tilt your head and look me in the eye saying "I want you to fuck me in the ass." 

I have no objection to this but we're going to do it a little different than we have before. I sit down on the side of my bed and ask you to come sit on my lap, but with your back to me. You obey like the good girl that you are, grinding your ass against my cock. God you feel so good. I reach down and grab some lube because I don't want to hurt you. First I put it on myself. You love watching me do that. Then, I take a little and rubbed it into your anus. Alright, it's time. You stand up and position my cock at the entrance of your backdoor. Slowly you sit down on my cock. It's very tight and a little painful, but you know that it will soon feel wonderful. 

You start to raise and lower yourself on my cock, but I soon stop you. You wonder what's wrong. I reach down and wedged in between the mattress and box spring is your 8" dildo/vibrator. You get a sly grin on your face as I spread my legs in turn opening yours and opening you up to my every desire. I touch your pussy and it is still covered with juices. I place your vibrator at your entrance and push it into your soaked hole. I can feel it in the small wall between your pussy and ass. Your in mountains of pleasure by the time I get its entirety in you. But that's not all, I reach down and crank up the vibrator to full power. The added pleasure throws you into convulsions and a series of moans. I lay back and let you take full control. One of your hands is back on my chest, bracing yourself while the other is controlling the wonder stick in your pussy. 

You fuck me harder and harder, finally I can't take it anymore. I sit up, wrap my arms around you and pick you up and throw you face down onto the bed. Making sure that your toy is still in your pussy, I reenter your ass. I wrap my arms under you and take hold of your shoulders, forcing you back against my cock. Your ass is so tight! It grips every area of my cock as I fuck you. I begin pumping faster and faster, it's finally my turn. I cum over and over in your ass. The sensation sends you into your final and most amazing orgasm of the night. You scream so loud that I think we're going to have neighbors at our door soon to see what is wrong. It was so wonderful and exhausting that I collapse on top of you and remind you how much I Love You while trying to regain my breath. I then crawl off of you and we both curl up together for the rest of the night.



Rise and Shine



It was a long and exhausting trip that I had the day before and all I wanted to do was snuggle in your bed while you went to your class. I could hear your alarm go off the next morning, and I nudged you to wake up. You rolled over and pressed your bare chest to my bare chest and held me close to you. I could feel your heart beating in your chest and your hot breathe on the top of my head. Before getting up you kissed the top of my forehead and rolled over me and got out of bed. I quickly moved into the warm sheets that you left behind and settled back down and soon after fell back asleep. 

All you can think about during class is the amazing sex that we had the night before and the comfort of having me close to you. Every time a slight breeze blows you can smell my sent on you. You start drifting off into a deep daze and your cock starts to swell in your jeans. The teacher calls out your name to get your attention. You come back to the real world and realize that 10 minutes have gone by and your cock is in a raging hard on and some of the guys are laughing at you. You return your focus to your class but somehow I keep popping up into that little head of yours. You keep thinking about how soft my skin is, how good I smell, and how amazing I taste. Pretty soon you are back in that daze but you don't get much time before the teacher dis misses the class for the weekend. You take a few deep breathes to try and calm yourself down so that you can stand up and walk out without your cock being noticed. 

As you are walking back to your room all you can think about is taking off your clothes and getting back into bed with me and messing around under the covers for the rest of the day. You walk past a group of football players and they want you to stop and talk with them, but you are a man on a mission. The entire time that you were in class you were thinking of a way to wake me up that would be sexy and sensual. You just wave and walk past. By the time you come up to the building you are speed walking and people are starting to stare at you. With every step you take your cock grows more and more. As you swipe your card and the door opens you take off in a run down the hall until you get to the door. You slowly insert the key and turn the knob nice and quietly so you don't waken me. 

When you enter the room I am laying on my stomach with the covers just covering my black lace booty shorts. You quietly put your stuff down on the floor; lock the door, and text Paine not to come back for awhile because you are fucking your girl. You start taking off your sweatshirt, and you start getting restless. Then off comes your T-shirt, then your shoes, and lastly your jeans. You admire how peaceful I am when I sleep and how beautiful I am. 

You come up to the bed next to me and softly place kisses all down the side of my arm and back. I let out a little moan, so you keep going. As you pull the blanket off of my legs I sit up for a brief moment and then lay back down. Phew, you think. You place your had strategically between my legs and start working them apart so you can get at my pussy. The room still smells a bit like sex from the night before. My legs open just enough to let a finger rub my hot spot. I slowly start to wake up, but I'm still drowsy and that's what you wanted. You know that there isn't much time before I am wide awake. So you take action.

You pull off my panties, spit on your cock, elevate my hips so that my pussy is right in front of your cock, and slowly enter me from behind. I let out a loud moan and start gripping the sheets. You reach underneath me and massage my breasts while you hit me from the back. You can feel them move with every thrust you make. You start fucking me hard. I'm just now starting to wake up. I look back at you. You look as though you have thought about this all morning, and coincidently you have. You pull your hand back and smack my left ass check hard, leaving a bright red hand mark. I let out a small scream. 

I tell you that I want you to fuck me from the front. You pull out and I roll over onto my back. This time you start differently. You take the head of your fat dick and slap my clit with it. It makes me wetter than ever. You then start to tease me with it and put it at the entrance to my tight twat and then just get in me and then pull out, you do this for a few times before plunging your entire self into me. I grab your arms when you get all the way in me. You are so deep inside that I can almost make out the shape of your cock in my stomach. 

You lean forward so that our mouths meet. You kiss me long and deep and I kiss back. You move your mouth over to my ear and then down to my neck. Once your lips meet my neck, almost instantly my pussy gets extremely wet. You start pumping your cock in me harder. My tits are all over the place and my legs are flying in the air. You grab them at the ankles and open and close them every time you thrust. I get to the point where I am about to cum. You pull out and lay down and I get on top of you. I sit down on your dick and fuck myself silly on it while I rub my clit. Soon I tense up and cum just starts pouring out of my pussy. You can't handle all of the wetness. It's dripping down your cock, balls, and thighs. You let out a huge load of your hot cum onto my pussy. I keep fucking you till it's all out. 

I collapse on top of you. Our sweaty bodies meet and we kiss. We lay there for a few minute before getting up and going to our separate showers. Once we get all cleaned up we come back to the room. We remove the cum ridden sheets and place new fresh ones on. We de-robe and hop back into bed. 



Rise And Shine



As she lay naked, asleep on the bed next to him, he could not help but get turned on once again by her sensual figure and lusty words. "Wake me before you leave," she said before they had adjourned. "I want to start your day off right." Those words alone kept him awake for an extra hour and a half as she easily snuggled off to sleep knowing exactly what she had done to him. Now in the wee hours of the still-dark morning, he woke with an animalistic intent. She warranted retribution for the wild night she gave him the night before.

His mind raced with ideas. As he slithered out of the bed, he went to her wardrobe to get a purple handkerchief, which he placed over the lamp, careful not to make a sound or touch the lamp, as it was touch-sensitive. He then went to the kitchen quietly with kinky curiosity.

He pulled a crystal plate off the shelf and proceeded to fill it with a few of her favorite chocolates, some fresh strawberries, a banana, and a handful of raspberries. He also opened a bottle of champagne and poured two tall glasses. Out of the office, he got an assortment of tall, short, and fat white candles. He had never been so sensitive to making a sound as he went to the bedroom to put everything in its place. He also put a CD of sensual lounge music in the CD player to get it ready. His mind raced with ideas to make her dreams reality as was evident by the bulge in his green, plaid boxers. It was now time to start...

He turned the music on softly and lit the twenty-some candles that were placed about the room. She did not wake though, which was fine with him. He turned on the lamp on a low brightness to give the room a purple haze. Beside the bed were the plate and the glasses of champagne. He crawled so softly back under the sheets and embraced her from behind. The warmth of their bodies felt like heaven to them both as she slowly started to wake. A sensual humming rose from now smirking lips. Her eyes had not opened yet as she instinctually reached for his boxers, now knowing that he had a serious intent. He reached for a blindfold and gently covered her eyes as he started to kiss her neck and ear and shoulders. After a snug knot was tied, he rolled her to her back as she moaned in anticipation. He held a chocolate just beyond her nose to entice her, and she licked her lips asking if she could taste it. He placed it upon her lips as her mouth opened. She proceeded to lick and suck the sweet still in his fingers, smearing the melted chocolate on her lips and his hand. Knowing what she had done, she slowly enjoyed her initial treat with a bit of erotic moaning. She then embraced his hand and licked every last bit of the smeared mess from his hand and fingers, sucking from the base of each and every finger slowly to the tip. She knew this would make him finish in his boxers without even pulling them off. His eyes bugged as he convulsed with that dumbfounded orgasm face as she forced him to spew his shorts.

As he regained his composure, he pulled the blankets off as her body was treated to an initial breeze of chilled air followed by the warmth of all the candles radiating. The sensation surprised her as her nipples went instantly hard and she gasped and moaned. He took the next chocolate and licked it to start it melting. He drew circles and lines across her body followed by a generous tongue cleaning from her stomach to her chest to her nipples and then slowly towards her crotch. Licking and lapping the whole way, he could hardly wait to feast on her sex.

He crawled to the bottom of the bed, grasped her knees, and opened her legs to reveal her moist, hot crotch. Placing another sweet in his mouth he proceeded to go down on her and rock her world. With his tongue, he pushed the sweet inside just far enough to hit her G-spot and then proceed to lap up every bit of chocolate as he sent her crashing into orgasm time and time again with the scent of her sex and chocolate filling the room. Her body completely tightened with each rush. Her teeth clenched followed by barrage of full-body convulsions and screams. Chocolate after chocolate was spent in the exact same manner. She, still blindfolded, could only grasp his head and the sheets that were now ripped from the death-grip of her fingernails during each previous orgasm. About a half later, with the last chocolate spent, he felt it was time to remove the blindfold. Her quivering body could not respond except for deep gasping breaths and widened eyes.

Her eyes were treated to a complete surprise as the purple hazed room overwhelmed her deliriously. She saw the champagne and fruit off to the side and made up her mind to get him back for the barrage of ecstasy he had just performed. She lifted herself up and pushed him to his back. Her eyes were nearly angry with intent as she sipped a bit of champagne and kissed him open-mouthed for a tingling, bubbly, sensual, tonguing kiss. She was the most intense kisser he would ever know. With her body fully on top of him his powerful arms embraced her and gripped her so she would not move anywhere until he was satisfied with her oral talents. She dragged the tip of her tongue across his lips as his mouth opened tickled by her touch. She then tilted his head sideways to get her lips on his ear.

She tongued and sucked on his ear, knowing how hot this got him. His body went limp with the exception of his now-granite member. She adjusted herself to his side without letting go of his ear. Her hands stroked him through his boxers as he spasmed in his shorts once more. She loved to do this to him, though she knew that she was not nearly finished rocking his world. With one more sip of bubbly, she lowered herself and pulled his cock out of his boxers. She was careful not to spill any champagne as she engulfed his cock into her mouth. He screamed and spasmed, as the sensation was new, and was too much for him to comprehend. She simply continued with her full-length sucking and head bobbing. With the earlier spewing, he begged to finish but did not have the ability as he was drained completely from the beginning of her charade. His universe spun, and his eyes rolled back into his head as he fainted in a delirious, mind-numbing head rush. She never slowed her sucking even after he went lifeless. His cock never did go limp.

He woke some time later with her still giving him the most intense blowjob of his life. Her legs were now opened and directly in front of his face, as she spun into a sixty-nine position to wake him properly. She realized that he was awake when he wrapped around her hips and buried his face into her snatch. She hummed in a domineering sense of gratitude. "Good morning. I thought you were going to sleep all day."

She slowly pulled herself from his mouth and crawled beside him in the bed. He saw that the plate of fruit was gone, the glasses and bottle of champagne were finished, the candles were all finished and their bodies were covered in a mess of candle wax, fruit stains, and hickeys. He also noticed that the lamp was pushed to the floor and the bed sheets were thrown across the room. What had happened in his stupor he would never know, but he did know that the cramping and tightness in his body was more pain than what he had ever known before. She looked at him and asked if he was ready to finish this off with style. He had no idea what she had in mind, but agreed with an awestruck expression.

She slinked on top of him with her back towards his head and rubbed her wet pussy against his still-rock dick. The smells still lingered in the room from all their previous efforts. She reached behind, grasped the base of his cock and slowly rubbed the tip of his cock into her. Then, as slowly as possible she guided the remaining length, inch by inch, until his nine-inch cock was completely inside her pussy. She held her position there overwhelmed by the sheer size that she had never felt before him. Then, she began gyrating and grinding him from above. He grasped her hips and gyrated her in the opposite direction. Both of them panting and moaning, she pulled nearly completely off of him and slammed down upon him, freezing his entire body in a stunned erotic gasp. She, herself, nearly went limp, too, but she found that she could continue and proceeded to nail him into the bed over and over. He finished inside her sopping wet pussy so much that it flooded out upon him, but she would not stop laying him as only she could.

As she lifted herself off of his exhausted body, she crawled onto her hands and knees and commanded for him to ride her doggie style. With his last bit of energy he lifted himself and crawled around behind her. With absolutely no hesitation he grasped her shoulder with one hand and his member with the other and inserted himself into her abruptly and completely. She squealed his name and ordered him to ride her until she came one last time. He did just that. She laid her head upon the bed with her ass in the air, and he grabbed her by her perfect hips and screwed her for over twenty minutes. His stamina was so much improved being that his balls were drained at least seven times before. He would take time to massage her shoulders from behind and occasionally spank her ass as he lunged into her with the force of an animal. He grunted and thrusted her into a frenzy, as she reached for a pillow to muffle her deafening screams. She tightened and spasmed into her final orgasm. 

They both remained as one for the following minutes as their body juices mixed and the smell flooded their senses. They both then collapsed on the bed gasping and twitching in a sweaty mess.



Rise and Shine



Morning oral.

* * * * *

Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (8.5 min/mp3)

* * * * *



Rise & Shine, Sleepyhead!



I was sleeping, and I had a dream. A nice, silly dream about Joey and me. We were walking over a meadow, eating wild raspberries off a bush, and talking about going abroad for our next vacation. The day was warm and sunny, and we were far away from sneaking eyes. We laid down in the grass and started to kiss. I put my arms around Joey and he rolled on top of me. He caressed me and nibbled on my earlobes. I made a happy sound. 

My clothes must have melted away, because suddenly I was naked, and Joey parted my legs and entered me. I opened my eyes and gazed into his. My eye-lids were heavy, and didn't want to open. My limbs were tired, my brain was too sleepy to understand why the meadow had suddenly disappeared, and instead I was in our bedroom. I was sleepy. I wanted to go back to bed; it was calling me to it... 

But Joey was on top of me, his big, hard dick was inside of me, and the irritation I felt for him waking me up was forced out of me, when Joey gently poked in and out of me with his amazing dick. That old heat quickly went from smoking ember to burning flames, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, and held his cheeks in my hands and kissed him.

He too was a little sleepy, I think. He held a slow pace which teased me and aroused me, but never let me over the edge. I moved my hips along with his, put my hands on his ass and tried to make him move faster, push harder, but he just smiled and kissed me, and continued in his own speed.

Had he woke me up for this? Horny and frustrated, I went desperate. I held on to him and, using the muscles I had got from 4 years of karate practise, pushed against the bed, rolled over, and got on top of him. Now I was calling the shots around here!

Joey clearly enjoyed that too. He caressed my hips as I put his dick back inside and rode him like a race horse. I held myself up with one arm resting on Joey's chest, and put my free hand between my legs and rubbed my clit in quick little circles. I love the feeling of being stimulated both on my clit and in my pussy. It makes the feelings so much more intense, and the orgasm twice as strong.

The sleepiness made it impossible for me to think, I was just a body now, a horny body that followed its instincts to get to that itch within... I moaned and increase my speed when I felt my pussy cramping up, and then the feeling of relief came over me. I rubbed myself against Joey to make the feeling last longer. When the high waves sank back down, I was wide awake. Tired as hell, but awake. I could see that Joey was close to coming as well, and decided to take him for a little extra ride.

I turned around and straddled him, facing away from him. In this position, it was hard to put his dick inside me, and hard to keep it from falling out, but it also gave Joey the chance to see my butt bounce up and down his shaft, and I know that he really loves that. Some men drool when they see big boobs, other men get a hard-on for big, full, rounded asses. Joey was definitely an ass-man.

And he did like my manoeuvre. He moaned an "oh, yeah, baby!", and caressed my butt, held on to it as he pushed upwards into me. I just sat there, squatting over him, and got fucked from underneath. I looked over my shoulder and blinked at him. He held me still as he got up on his knees. He made me stand on all four, and started pounding me like a jackhammer, quick and hard. All the time, he had a firm grip on my ass, pinching my asscheeks. My second orgasm came almost immediately as I felt Joey's dick so deep inside me, and I cried out. Joey's moans joined my cries, and he gave me those three hard pushes that I know means that he's coming. He stopped, stood still, panting, and then he pulled out, bent down, and kissed my butt.

-Good morning, honey! he said. 





Rise of a Pirate Queen



Please note. This story contains a lot of subjects that may make readers uncomfortable, including depictions of violent sex, rape, forced prostiution, incest and similar issues. This first installment is tamer than future installments will be, so be warned!

It goes to say, that this is a fantasy, and while playing with the darker sides of your desires is fun, actually forcing someone to perform a sexual act against their will is despicable, and should you find yourself actually justifying doing it or wanting to do so in real life, I suggest psycho-sexual counselling.

This story is set in a fantasy universe of my creation. All characters and environments are my own individual creations and are not based on anyone living or dead.

All people are portrayed are of legal age of consent.

Now that's out of the way, enjoy.

Part 1: In which our heroine is a slave.

The girl they called Elen sighed, as she soaked the cloth and carried on scrubbing the floors. Her back was aching, her arms burning with the strain, and while she was nearly finished, she wouldn't get enough rest fpr them to heal before her next task.

"Hurry up, girl!" barked the housemistress " Don't dawdle- they can sell you easily enough. And they will, if you don't work hard."

Part of Elen wanted to retort, ut she crushed it down, and just scrubbed harder until the waddling nag of a housemistress had gone.

"Just cause she's freeborn..."

It wasn't just that, Elen knew, although it was most of it. The Housemistress could claim wages, and could give notice if they treated her poorly. Elen was at the mercy of her master, a man she'd never seen.

She had been born here, her mother trying to scream quietly in order not to disturb The Family's new child in their sleep. No-one was sure who her father was, but that wasn't unusual in her situation. She knew the rumours though, knew that that was why she was kept below stairs, only allowed in the main parts of the house to scrub their floors and walls while they slept.

She heard a door click quietly ahead in the corridoor. Perhaps the housemistress had come back? But the soft pads on the floor didn't sound like her clumsy clodhoppers. She tried to clear her water up, quickly as possible, but she knocked over the bucket in her sudden panic. They weren't supposed to see her. She could stay, on the condition that no-one ever saw her, the lady had been very clear about that. She tried to mop up the water nearly in tears. This would make everything worse. She'd be sold, and this place wasn't that bad really, she had clothes and was fed and it could be so much worse.

"Hello there." She froze. This was it.

"Aren't you going to answer your master, girl?" She took a deep breath and straghtened up before meeting his eyes.

She had been expecting an older man, who her imagination furnished with a huge belly, but this man was only a few months older than her. He must be the son, Master Carnell. He was handsome, as far as she could say, his hair in thick black curls, his cheekbones high and vicious, his skin dark and clear. He was wearing nightwear, finer and in a better material than even her best dress.

" I am sorry master, I spilled my water, I was trying to get out of your way..."

"Hush, girl. I don't know you, do I? You aren't one of the upstairs slaves?"

"No, sir, I clean the floors."

He laughed, not unkindly.

"Oh, now, that's a shame. You're a pretty little thing. Such unusual hair, too." He reached out and touched it. "That colour is rare. Wasted on a floor-scrubber. Why, you could serve at our high-lords table."

She guestured at the bucket and the spilled water, the dirty suds everywhere. "I'm sure I would be too clumsy, sir"

"I'm sure your touch is delicate enough."

He was very close to her now, and before she quite realised it she was backed against the wall.

"Such good skin too. Smooth. Have you had chocolate?"

She shook her head, confused.

"It is a luxury. There is a bean, that grows. And they dry it, and grind it, and they do all sorts of things to it. My favourite way to eat it they mix it with honey and cream and a little gold. Just a little."

He leaned into her, oh so close.

"Your skin looks like that." he whispered.

And just as suddenly he pulled back from her.

"I will help you clean up this mess, and I won't tell father or mother. You will owe me a favour, though" He winked at her.

"Do you work up here every night?"

"Once every ten nights, sir."

"Ten nights." He wrang the sodden cloth out into the bucket with a delicate motion, then passed it to her. "Not soon enough for my tastes, girl. I require my favour sooner."

Elen thought she knew what he meant, and shuddered at the implications. She didn't want this- but what choice? If he told anyone of her clumsiness, or his even meeting her, she would be sold, or worse, just thrown out, with no protectors.

"It would be odd for me to be seen downstairs, also, I suppose" as he helped her up, causally brushing his hand across her breast.

"Very odd, sir."

"Hmm.They will miss you tonight, then?"

"Yes sir." She whispered.

"But I wish to see you soon. Tomorrow is rest day, yes? Even for your kind?"

"Yes sir. But only from sunrise till sundown."

"That favour you owe me."

"Sir?"

"I will take my first installment now. But you will owe me more, and when it's convenient for me, girl. Understand?"

Before she could answer he pushed her against the wall in one quick motion and kissed her fiercely. His hand rested on the small breast underneath the rough cloth of her gown and squeezed it hard. Elen closed her eyes and tried to ignore it but it was impossible. Nausea uncurled in her stomach as his thick, demanding tongue nearly chocked her and she wanted to jerk her hand in horror from the hard thing he dragged her hand to rest on. It twitched as he rubbed against her hand and he lifted his hand from hers long enough to let of a strange rasping groan. A strange aching was between her legs and she felt her head swim.

"Oh, you teasing little bitch. Don't pretend you haven't been rutting like animals down there." He stepped away from her. "I-" he cleared his throat "I will expect more willingness at our next meeting. Tomorrow. Find an excuse to be in the east wing of the house at around sunset. It's almost never used, but I'm sure it needs cleaning. Swap with someone. I don't care. Just be there. And if you think of not coming, I will make sure you and any you care for are sold to the cruelest people I know."

He walked off, soft pad pad of feet while she stood and panted against the wall.

Later, when she had the chance she ahd to ask. She had never asked before. She watched her mother eat, the womans hand shaking spilling the soup everywhere. Her face, so lined, her hair still bearing the dark reddish colour Elen had inherited.

"Mother?"

"Yes, Elen?"

"I have hear rumours, all sorts of rumours."

Her mother was silent, but laid down her soup spoon.

Elen leaned in.

"About my father, mother. Is it possible? Is... he... my father?"

Her mother was silent a while, before hissing into Elens ear.

"It will never get you anything my girl. Never. He will not recognise you. He will not know you. Don't try. He will kill you."

"I know. But- am I half sister to Master Carnell, then?"

" You are."

"Stop your whipsering there! Can you not eat in silence?" barked the housemistress. "Why I must keep company with chattering slaves I will never know."

Elen was quiet, still feeling her half brothers kiss on her lips, his hand on her breast, and the hardness he had pushed against her hand. She shudderend with sickness, but as she looked over at her mother, shakily eating her soup again, she knew he couldn't risk her mother being sold into something worse. This was her only choice.

It took all her old favours being called in, and lot of suspicious and ribbing behaviour from her fellow slaves. The east wing was much wanted, as an easy job most of the time, the east wing only being used once a year, for guests, it only required one person to clean. She got the impression that most of the girls would just sit down for a bit and run a duster over it. As it was just her, the housemistress couldn't stay with her while she worked, so she grudgingly dropped the key into Elens palms. 'It only unlocks to the east wing, so don't get any ideas. Give it back to me when you're done.'

'Yes, ma'am'

Elens hands trembled as she unlocked the door. She didn't know where Master Carnell would be, but assumed he had his own key. She closed the door behind her and heard it click softly as she looked around. It was huge, it would take her several hours, but she knew she wasn't expected to do more than dust. She might as well start on the hallway. It didn't look especially well dusted, proving her earlier suspicions right. She began, and was soon in what she assumed to be some sort of gathering room, with beautiful chairs and a fireplace. With the candles around the room lit her vision was good. Suddenly, strong hands were around her upper arms, dragging her up and back.

"There you are."

2I though- I should at least-"

"He spun her round, and looked at her for a bit, seeming to scrutinize her face.

"Well, well. I would never have thought it. Maybe it is the case."

"What sir?"

"I have been asking questions. About red-haired slaves, and what would you know? No-one wants to answer me. I finally beat it out of my personal slave, that it is said that my father went rutting with slave girls. And that he sired a daughter."

He pushed her back onto a soft chair and she gasped a little, breathless.

"And know I think of it, you do look a little like him. Prettier, of course, but like him."

Elen breathed a sigh of relief. Surely she was safe now.

"I will go sir."

"Why will you go?"

"You can't possibly want me now..."

"Oh, no, litle red, it just makes is sweeter."

He grinned a wicked grin and she wondered how she had thought him handsome before.

"Unbutton your top."

She hesitated and in a flash he had dragged her onto the floor and back handed her, hard, around the side of her head.

"You will do everything I ask, quickly. Or I will tell my mother you tried to seduce me out of my fortune."

Her head swam for a little bit, but she did as he said, as quickly as possible, unfastening herself until only her grimy underlinen was visible. He pulled that down roughly, and she covered her small breasts with her hands instinctively, until he raised his hand again. She let her breasts sit bare in the candle light, and he made a satisfied noise.

"Stay there."

He got up and took off his fine linen shirt. He was slim and smooth, with the physique of a fit, rich young man. Barely any muscle ton, but no flab.

He didn't bother taking off his loose trews, but unlaced the front flap. He walked towards her stroking his hard cock, and Elen closed her eyes in desperation. He grabbed her ankles and spread her legs hard and pushed her loose skirt up her legs, past her thighs and hips until he found the cheap, rough cloth protecting her cunt from him. He put his hand over the mound and cuckled, low and dirty and Elen began to sob quietly. "Shh, girl. It's not like you haven't done this before."

She whimpered slightly as he unwrapped the cloth with an expert hand. She tensed as on finger stroked along the outer lips and shuddered, with a slight squeal as he pushed it inside her. He seemed surprised.

"Hmm. Are you a virgin, girl?"

She nodded, shaking.

"Oh, now that is sweeter still! I won't go there just yet. I'll save it. A treat for myself. But" he grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his cock. "I still expect some pleasure for all the pains I have gone to."

He got up from between her legs and smiled at her again.

He sat in the same chair he had pushed her into earlier, holding his cock casually.

"Get on your knees in front of me."

She obliged him, still trembling, biting down her earlier tears.

He grabbed her by her hair.

"Open your mouth, there's a good little girl."

When it was open he pushed her head down slowly, till her open mouth was around him, and then he started to thrust, slow and deep, gagging her with each deep thrust. He tasty salty and musky and animal.

"Lick me" He ordered, and terrified, she did, running her toungue over the hard shaft in her mouth. He let her lift her head up for a bit so she could have more freedom to do so.

"That's right, you little slut."

As she tried to do what would please him, hoping it would be all she had to do. She noticed a fluid coming out of the small hole and ran her tongue over it. It was foultasting but he groaned when she did it and jammed her head down again. His thrusts grew more frenzied and his cock started pulsing in her mout,h as she started to feel an ache between her legs again he groaned, long and loud and her mouth was full of strong-tasting thick liquid.

"Swallow it. Swallow it, bitch!" and she gulped it down.

He held her there for a minute.

"Good little slut."

He reached between her legs again and laughed at what he found there.

"That made you wet, whore, despite your complants. I think I'll be arranging matters so I can keep you, girl."

He walked away from her grinning, and soon enough, eyes stinging, heart pounding, Elen rearranged her clothes and completed her duties. What else could she do?



Coming up: Will Elen become Master Carnell's personal slave? What other depravitiesgo on in this noble house? Find out, as Elen's world gets more frightening- a