3 comments/ 11013 views/ 1 favorites His Temptation By: vixen62 She ran her hands down the side of my face, leant in and lightly kissed my mouth. She pulled back and looked at me, she was nervous. Her hands moved down to the front of my shirt, where she slowly unbuttoned it one at a time. She then placed her hands on my torso, moved them up over my chest. She moved my shirt off my shoulders, and let it fall to the floor as she continued to run her hands over me making their way down my back to my arse. The heat in my body rises; it had been a while since we had been alone together. My body craves hers, when I see her my mind takes me back to how we are together, how I just love to fuck her. In the normal world we often clash but the temptation to be with her can be overwhelming at times. My mind comes back to the present time. Her hands are now at the front of my jeans, where she is unbuttoning them. She puts her hand down the front of my pants and releases my aching cock from its restraints. She runs her hands over my hard sex; I can't wait till it's her mouth over it. She sinks to her knees, I moan, I know what she is up to. She pulls my jeans down over my hips to the floor, I step out of them. She directs me to the bed, I sit on the edge. She stands up in front of me and starts to undress. She pulls her top over her head, unzips her skirt and lets it drop to the floor. She is standing in front of me only in her underwear, which to my delight consists of a half cup bra, showing me the fullness of her tits, a tiny little G and suspender belt and stockings, all in blue, except for her black stockings. I know she did this for me. Our first night in ages, she wants to make it special and all I can think about is having her mouth over my cock, then fucking her pussy deep and hard. She smiles at me, asks what to leave on, I want it all on for now. I tell her to kneel between my legs at the edge of the bed. I can't wait any longer. She does as I like and licks up the inside of my thighs, one at a time, my cock twitches in response to her touch. She is going to make me wait; suffer till I can feel the smoothness of the inside of her mouth. I grab the back of her head, take hold of her hair and guide her towards my cock. She fights me, she wants to tease. She opens her mouth and just as I think she is going to take me, she pokes out her tongue and runs it along the entire length of my shaft. My body tenses, I lie back and look forward to the sensations she is about to overwhelm me with. She takes hold of my cock and licks it all over. When she gets to the tip, she places her mouth over it. I thought at last, but no. She just holds her mouth there and teases the tip with her tongue while using her teeth over the ridge around the head of my cock. She removes her mouth from me and starts using her hand up and down over my shaft, my balls ache in pleasure. She then places her mouth over the side of my cock, increasing the pressure of her mouth and moving up and down the side of me. I could feel her teeth digging into the top and bottom of my hardness. The sensation, the feelings running throughout my body were incredible. I started losing track of any rational thoughts; my mind was going to jelly. Her mouth was amazing -- she knew what my body wanted, needed. I don't know how long I had zombied out for but she had moved again. She had positioned herself so her mouth was poised directly above my hard cock. She was licking the precum that was at the tip; I could hear her moan at the taste. She loved to taste me. Just that thought alone gets me going. I sat up, grabbed her hair and guided her down over my cock. She took me in slowly, moving her hand up and down my exposed shaft as she went. This is what I was waiting for, my cock feeling the inside of her mouth. She started working me with her whole mouth, moving up and down. Taking me completely in then sucking back up till she reached the head then slowly making her way down again. Fuck -- I needed this. Her mouth, my cock, the greatest temptation. I sat up and moved her away from me. Told her to get on the bed with her head at the foot. I stood at the end of the bed over her and started to pleasure myself over her face so she could watch. Occasionally I would place my cock at her mouth so she could lick it -- she craved me. My pace quickened and I came all over her. I loved seeing her with me all over her. She licked my cum off her lips. I could see in her eyes how much she was enjoying it. She rolled over taking me into her mouth and cleaned me off with her tongue and at the same time using her fingers to get me off the rest of her face and into her mouth. What an amazing sight! His Temptation His Temptation – The house was dark, the main room only lit by the flickering of the many candles she so loved. The TV was off, the forlorn Playstation 3 resting beside it, unused and unloved for the evening's entertainment. In the distant kitchen the remains of the evening meal, lovingly prepared by the both of them had been washed and cleaned away, as was their tradition, the home tidy for the morning. The girl, a young woman in her early 20's, rested on the couch. She was dressed as she had been instructed, a short black mini-skirt of the sort that caused passing men to think lewd thoughts concealed her perfect ass, while a simple black zip-down jacket concealed the tanktop that was her only other garment. Panties shoes, socks, even her bra had been abandoned by her masters order, and she could not help but feel a shiver of cold upon the evening indoor air. At least her breasts were comfortable enough, her skinny form boasting a stunning B cup, almost large enough to qualify as a C, although the extra sensitive nipples nature had blessed her with felt oddly stimulated against the rough fabric of the top. Her legs were folded before her, one atop the other her head leaning back on the couch, her eyes closed. This too, was part of her instructions which had been neatly handed to her in an envelope after dinner. She had rushed to obey without question, vanishing into their shared room to put on the required garments, only to discover that when she had returned, her master was gone. Master... Her mind loved the thought, the sound of the word. A free pale hand traced up her top and brushed against the other item that she wore, although you could hardly call it a garment. It was simple really, a leather band attached by buckle around her neck, a small ring hanging down over her windpipe. The collar of a submissive, the sign she wore every day to scream at the world that her mind and her soul belonged so utterly to him. It would be pointless to try to put it into words, the aching of her heart, the shivering of her skin, the look in their shared eyes when they gazed upon the other. But the finger now tracing over the collar was all the reminder and understanding she needed to know where she belonged. She knew not where he had gone, but she did not complain, she followed her orders, knowing, longing for him to be back to share whatever surprises and pleasures the evening would bring. James, although she never called him that, was waiting in the kitchen. Dressed as simply as the girl he wore a dark purple shirt, black jeans, and a pair of boxer shorts. He too, like the girl wore no socks or shoes but for him there was a more practical reason. His eyes, brilliantly blue, watched the girl in the candlelight, the flicking shades of yellow glinting off her rare and precious ginger hair, worn loose and free causing it to pool around the back of her head. He knew that he would have her tonight. It would not be the first of course, the couple had long since performed every depraved act that they hand a mind to do so since they met those few short years ago. But that had never made any difference; it had never been less special, less passionate. Every time was different and unique, and he knew tonight would be no different. Slowly now, he walked towards her unclothed feet making no trace of noise as they stalked upon the carpet the girl, his Temptation, unaware of his steady approach. A sharp intake of breath was the first thing that caught her mind and body as she felt a hand lash out from behind the couch and grapple around her neck, thumb on onside, forefinger on the other applying just enough pressure to make breathing difficult, but not impossible. 'Daddy?..' The word slipped from her lips as she tried to lift her head further backwards to get a look at her attacker, the hand that had formerly been playing with her collar attempting in vain to prize off the hand around her neck. But he was standing too far back his head just out of her line of sight, and the struggling only making the pressure on her neck all the harder. Already her mind was racing, the space between her legs growing hot. The harder she struggled the more helpless she felt, a fucktoy for his amusement. 'Good Evening Pet... You look, delicious. A proper little slut.' 'Only for you, Daddy...' She continued to struggle, but she had never really been able to overpower him, the hand locked at her neck remained there, even now both her hands were struggling to remove the threat. 'Only for me? I've seen you wear those clothes out before. I've seen the way you've let other men look at you. You know you had other men before me.' 'I'm sorry Daddy, I never meant...' With a lighting movement James stepped around the couch his hand never leaving her neck as he came to stand before her, his legs brushing against hers as he looked down on his captive slut. Before the sentence was even finished his free hand lashed out, capturing a beautiful handful of hair near the roots, fingers balling into a fist as he gained complete control of her head. The girl's eyes grew wide as she looked up at him, her sentence abruptly changing into a strangled. 'Sir...' James' voice continued on however, his harsh tone brooking no argument, no remorse, no escape, his hand tightening against her hair as if reminding his little whore all the pain he could make her suffer at but a whim. 'You owe me, whore, you owe me more than you could explain, and you're not done paying it back. On your knees!' Struggling forward the ginger attempted to comply with her orders but apparently not fast enough for the older man. Her head and neck yanked uncomfortably forward even as she struggled, the result being an uncomfortable landing at His feet, naked knees slamming into the carpet as her pretty features came to eyelevel with the growing bulge in his crotch. At least the hand about her throat slipped away, making the breathing easier, although part of her twisted mind knew that really she wanted it back... 'You know what I want my little fucktoy, don't you? Give me what I want, or I'll take it out on your ass.' A little nod escaped the girl, her hands obediently rising to undo the jeans, pulling them down to around his ankles, before repeating the motion as quickly as she might with his boxers. As the garments started to slide away, his cock broke three. Nothing special perhaps, a seven inch long shaft, not to thick or thin, just right in fact, to be rammed all the way up to the hilt in her throat. A lesson that she remembered well, for that first night she had thought perhaps she might choke to death. Since then it had become easier of course, hours of throatfucking breaking her into the role, but every time she saw the cock hanging before her lips all the memories of helplessly having her face shafted came rushing back, the helplessness and abuse doing nothing but making her hotter and damper her twisted mind eager for the abuse to come. 'That's better. Now look up and open wide.' She did as she was bidden, brown eyes rising to meet his own blue ones, her lips parting as wide as she was able. There was not even time for a simple 'Yes Sir' before she found her head dragged forwards by the hair, a good four inches introduced rapidly to her mouth, her tongue already starting to move as best as it was able as her masters cock forced it's way even deeper. Five inches, six.. her hands pushed out against his legs, trying automatically to push him away, but it was no use. Two hands were on the back of her head now, and she was about to gag, the fullness of him buried inside her. She couldn't breathe she couldn't think, she... Then it began to slide out, swiftly, her tongue tracing elegant patterns on his receding head, the salty warm taste of precum making her mouth water all the more. The breather did not last long however, his cock forcing its way back into her with wild abandon as he settled into his favorite pattern of facefucking, her head helpless in his hands. She could try and resist him with her teeth of course, but once again, prior experience had taught her that that path was never worth following. Just thinking about it made her ass ache in sympathetic pain. It was easier... And for the part of her mind that could attempt to think, much more enjoyable to just go with the flow, to open herself as wide as may and let him side his warm shaft right down her throat. She might gag, certainly breathing through her nose alone had been a hard won talent but there was something... Her train of thought was abandoned as the rough hands intensified their grip on her head, forcing her forward, James' cock hitting the back of her throat and pressing deep in, no further sliding in and out as he held her there face buried in his crotch the smell of his manhood assaulting her noise. A weak moan escaped her, a mistake perhaps as it allowed his cock a good half a centimeter further down. Her tongue licked, or tried to, at the shaft which kept itself thrust deeply in her. God... She was so helpless, held in place her lovers hands thick in her hair her mouth filled with his essence, she couldn't help it. She needed release; the fire between her legs was unbearable. Her fingers slipped from her master's leg, first heading to the floor, and then rapidly sliding up her own. Thank the lord she hadn't worn any panties, she wanted to, she needed too... A shiver went down her spine as fond her mark, two elegant fingers taking herself in deep. 'Whore!' Suddenly, her mouth was filled with a fresh rush of air, her slender form thrown away as James at first yanked her head free of his cock and then abandoned her hair tossing her back into the couch. Spread backwards against it her legs parted and her tiny black skirt hitched up where she had slipped in her fingers; she knew her sin was revealed for him to see. She should of never had done it, she knew she was not allowed to please herself without His consent, but she had been so desperate, she needed him, needed more. Now he had seen her, must have been watching her break the rules, and she would be punished. 'Did I say you could please yourself, slut?' 'No Sir...' She shrunk back away from him against the couch, her voice soft as she raised her gaze from his moist cock up to his wrathful features. He could be so harsh when he wanted to be. 'Then why are you doing it? Are you breaking your rules again?' 'No Sir... I mean, yes, but, I wanted...' Before the sentence could be finished she felt her neck snap to the side and the familiar feel of her ears ringing. A hand rushed up to her face, the other still resting upon her pussy, to feel the fresh heat that was her cheek. There was something about being slapped that... Suddenly her hand was torn away, James' strong grip about her wrist yanking the limb away from her features, this time he delivered another stinging slap, a backhand and worse than the first. A tear welled in her eye with the sudden pain of it all, but a trace of defiance was still in her eyes. Her free hand raised in an attempt to defend herself from further assault, but that to was then snatched. 'You're mine wench. I'm going to take you, and use you, and you're going to beg for every second, or find yourself alone on the cold floor.' 'Daddy... I...' She forced the words out, even as he discarded his grip on her arms, crouching before her as his fingers sort a different target. She could still fight, but she was terrified he'd leave her. It had happened before, one time she had pushed too far and fought too hard, that she'd been abandoned, soaking wet and alone on the bed, arms tied to the bed head, her pussy crying for attention. He'd just sat back and watched her squirm, his cock in hand jacking himself off while her eyes screamed out in regret. Then he'd came, across her breasts and neck, roughly slid two fingers into her pussy, and then walked out the door. By the time he'd returned ten minutes later, she knew that she could never take that again. Now was no different. Her body fell limp, hands dropping to her sides as he took a hold of the zipper and roughly pulled it down, tugging the top over her unresisting shoulders moments later. Next he yanked the tank top up, exposing her smooth stomach and her unconcealed breasts, his eyes fixated upon them, his figure and pose suggesting more and more a man lost in lust. 'That's better. You like being exposed for your master don't you, little whore?' She nodded weakly. It was true, there wasn't much more that got her off than lying helpless and exposed before him, after he'd already begun using her body, when she could still taste his cock in her throat, when she knew what was coming. 'Show me those breasts.' The girl knew what he meant. Her hands raised off the floor and cupped her milky orbs, massaging them, playing with them, her fingers rubbing across those oh so sensitive nipples as her eyes looked up at him. Already, one of James' hands had retreated from her, returning to his cock which she stroked up and down with a regular motion, his eyes fixated on her performance. Onwards she continued, her motions getting stronger, more determined as her body got more and more frustrated. Why wouldn't he just fuck her? The wait was what she both hated and loved the most about sex, desperation was just such a difficult motion to savor, but every moment he held off from fucking her was one more moment she could fantasize about doing it, and one more moment that made her eventual surrender and use better. 'Enough.' He stopped her with a word, her arms dropping back to the floor immediately as he gave the command, years of inbuilt discipline making the act almost natural. His hands now took her by the shoulders, holding and pinning her against the couch as he leaned in and kissed her. Not on the mouth of course, this was not the time for that, but on her neck, her shoulders, her ears, a never ending series of kisses, and the occasional bite, first one side, then the other. Briefly as he switched sides his lips hovered before hers, as if daring her to kiss him, but as she leaned out, he coldly moved aside before returning to his assault on her neck. Twitching now, she struggled against his grip, but the hold was relentless and the more she fought the harder the pressure on her shoulders became. Then, he started downwards without another word, a final bite to her neck before his lips reached her breasts. First gently, then harder, moving around across her nipples, teasing her nibbling at the soft skin, caressing them with a brief lick of the tongue. Intensifying her struggle, she tried to twist herself away, but it was no good. The way she was held, she couldn't even reach her hand around to try to please herself, although she knew that would be a terrible mistake. Just as she thought she couldn't take anymore, his hands dropped from her shoulders to her legs. His head lifting he backed off a little, and then with that some formidable iron grip pulled her forwards, dragging her uncomfortably across the carpet for a moment so that she was lying with her head against the couch, and her legs spread. Her tank top was tugged up uncomfortably around her shoulders, and the jacket still worn upon her arms but not her body seriously restricted her freedom of movement. None of that seemed to concern James however, as his hand reached forward and casually flicked her damp skirt away from her sodden pussy. 'My my... You do have a wet little cunt don't you? I told you were a slut. I've done nothing but use you, and you're dripping... Let me clean that up.' Down came his head, and suddenly she could feel the warmth of his breath and the feel of his tongue licking slowly against her clit. 'Ooohh... Daddy...' She couldn't help the murmur; there was little that felt more incredible than having his head buried down there. By way of appreciation she spread her legs as far as she could, allowing him easy access. A shudder and a sigh quickly took her, as his licking adopted a steady hard pace, only broken by the moments he paused to take her clit fully into his mouth, nibbling it gently while flicking it with his tongue. Quickly, sighs became moans, and then loud ones. She loved being loud, mostly because she knew he loved it just as much. As long as there was no-one around to pry, she'd scream for him every other night. The licking intensified now, quick darts of his tongue now entering her pussy full on, her master as always greatly enjoying the taste of her wetness, a sign of her appreciation and lust for him. 'Oh Daddy... More... Please, don't stop...' She begged, she always begged for him in the end one way or another. Sometimes he made her beg before she even got to touch his cock, other times to cum, or be fucked. It was an important reminder of her place, that without her obedience, she got nothing. Ohh... Another shudder wracked her body and she cried out. He had paused, his tongue now deep inside her pussy, writhing about inside rapidly, a feeling that you could never achieve with a finger. Already filled with quite enough tensision from the wait she shuddered again, the words she had always known she would utter escaping her lips. 'Oh Daddy, please... Please let your little whore cum.' There was no response, only the shaking of his head from side to side, the movement as much a trick to provide variation in pleasuring as it was a response. 'Oh no, Daddy, please, I need to cum, please let me...' This time his head lifted, eyes locking with hers as a finger traced lightly up her leg before plunging deep into her. 'No.' The single cold word hung there as he started working her with the finger, pushing deep inside, in and out. Then, two fingers, both working together taking her deep and rapidly, his thrusts strong and regular. 'Please... I'll do anything Daddy, please let your little girl cum...' Another moan escaped her, then another, trembles gripping her body. 'Please!' Suddenly, his head lowered and she uncontrollably moaned again, holding herself on the edge only by sheer force of willpower as he started to enthusiastically lick her shaven pussy while fingering her. Oh god... She couldn't hold on any longer, she couldn't... She... 'Cum slut.' The two words were all she needed. A half scream escaped her well used throat as she twisted, her body writing as the orgasm subsided. The torture below did not however, his tongue back to work on her as soon as his words had been uttered, his fingers... Oh god now there were three, working her in and out. She was so unbelievably wet and the orgasm had done nothing for her sex drive. Her brain was breaking now, logical thought drifting out the window. She needed to be fucked, she needed to feel him inside her, to be wanted to be used... 'Daddy, fuck me. Please I need you to fuck me.' Her hands returned from her side to her breasts, heedless of the punishment that might be inflicted on her. He would want to see wouldn't he? It would show him she was being a good slut, that she was doing what he enjoyed, make him want to fuck her. ... She shuddered and moaned as her fingers found those sensitive nipples... 'Oh... Please... Sir... Fuck me... Take me... Use me... Please...' Abruptly the torture stopped, the girl already part way to her second climax of the night. James' still clad in his shirt moved atop her, his hands landing once more on her shoulders, pinning her to the floor. Her sodden cunt offered no resistance whatsoever as James' rock had shaft, still damp from her saliva slid straight into her pussy, the action eliciting a moan from her master, and an even louder one from the girl herself. 'Oh... Daddy...' The words seemed mindless and repetitive, but decent conversation was not on her mind as he forced himself in as deep as he could, his hands keeping her pinned, her own hands trapped between his chest and hers, still playing with her breasts. No sooner was he all the way in than he withdrew, sliding in and out, hard and fast. No gentle beginning, no teasing, just straightforward hard fucking. His Temptation 'That's it. That's a good girl. Spread your legs and get fucked for Daddy. You like it don't you? You like being my little fucktoy.' She did not offer a response, her mind too consumed with the feelings that came from the rapid sliding in and out of his shaft. What little thoughts she had otherwise were concerned with the earlier parts of the evening and the memories of the hundreds of other times he had taken her, in the car, in the kitchen, on the couch, in the shower, round a friends... All the Orgasms she had been given, nearly always two or three times a session. It was too much. 'Please Daddy... I need to come again. Let your toy cum? Please?' 'Go ahead my pretty little thing... Scream for Daddy. Scream right now or I'll break you in two.' Obediently she screamed, her body shuddering as the second Orgasm sailed within her, released from below like the opening of floodgates. A series of little moans followed as she realized he wasn't done with her, that his cock was still pounding away, that he had not yet came. Another groan escaped her lips as she listened to him do the same. Then, suddenly, he stopped, pulling out of her. 'No... Daddy don't stop!' She was still wet, desperate, begging. She could take more, she wanted as much as she could have until he was finished, her body begged for it. He couldn't take it away. 'No... Please don't stop fucking me. I need more...' 'In the bedroom. Now bitch.' She flinched as he name called her, turning and hurrying into the nearby bedroom. Their apartment was still all on one floor, it made it easy when things hot got anywhere in the house to escape to their king sized play area. Walking in, she stood by the floor, her master right behind her. 'On the bed. Get on all fours. Raise that sweet little ass in the air... Oh, and tell me what a slut you are.' Quickly, she hurried onto the bed, all but throwing herself onto all fours and raising her ass in the air. She was nervous? What was he going to do? Was he going to take her ass as he'd been threatening for months? Was he going to break her? Or fuck her, or... She flinched as his hand came down hard on her ass, the smack echoing through the whole house. She had forgotten her orders. 'I'm sorry Daddy... I'm your little whore, your little slut. I'm a good slut. I'll suck your cock, I'll lick your balls, you can fuck my throat, I'll play with myself, I'll never let another man touch me again, I'll...' Again the hand came down, the sharp crack of pain going through her body and into her brain... So bad, yet so good. Oh how she needed that cock right now. 'Please Daddy. I'll be your perfect little slut, I'll be anything you need...' A third spank, then a forth came down hard on her ass, causing her to cry out. What had she done, what did he want? Had she disappointed him somehow? Then... Then it all didn't matter as he mounted the bed behind her and his cock rammed its way back home. 'Oh... Thank you Sir...' Hands found their marks on her side, beside her rib cage, fingers gripping her deeply as he fucked her as deeply as they ever did, so deep that it used to be painful, the first few times. Then he'd broken her, as he always did, and she couldn't get enough of it. The feeling of being used, of behind held in his hands as little more than an object of physical pleasure for her master... She wanted him to cum and moan so much, as much as she was for enjoying it. 'This doesn't stop till you cum little slut. Take it. Take all of Daddy's cock... Beg for it.' 'Oh Daddy... Please, fuck me, fuck me as hard as you want. I love it, I need you, I want you, there's no-one else. Fuck me and make me scream... OHhh...' She trembled again, her hands clenching against the pillow. Three was where they normally stopped, and as normal it was going to be one of the best. The relentless fucking from behind was building to a peak and she knew her master would expire soon. Hopefully if she gave a good enough performance, he would come with her. She loved it when that happened. 'Yes... YES! Oh... Sir...' It happened... Her whole body was on fire her senses tingling, her pussy clenched tightly around his cock, which, her master having sensed her imminent orgasm had rammed home as deep and hard as he could, his hands and nails digging into her side offering that final moment of pain to mingle with her pleasure. 'On your knees. Now!' The words were strained, his cock pulling out from behind her. Had he not finished? Turning around she rose on her knees to look up at her master, his shaft in hand, her eyes looking up towards his, brown wells of twisted innocence mirroring her sexualized soul. 'Open your mouth...' She did as she was told, knowing what was coming. He loved it when she was a cumslut, and for that reason, she loved being one. At first, it took her by surprise, shooting out and into her open mouth, the salty taste one of her favorites. Trying to position herself better she took the third and forth spurts perfectly, her mouth filling with her master's favorite gift. The last one was shorter, the pressure easing, and she didn't catch it as well, his juices splashing against her chin and neck, dripping down onto her breasts. Smiling the whole time, she waited until she was sure he was done before obediently swallowing, letting him see as she closed her mouth and took care of his present. Some girls hated the taste, but she... One of her hands raised, she started to wipe the cum from her chin and breasts. As soon as she had collected a sizeable amount upon her finger, she licked it clean, and then returned. As soon as she was done with cleaning the majority of it off herself, she looked up at James. He gave her a short nod, and she proceeded to lovingly clean his cock, her tounge licking up every last drop even as he softened. 'I love you, Temptation.' The words drifted down, softly from the figure above as she finished her self imposed chore. He'd once told her how much he wanted her to do it, and ever since then she'd made an effort to do it as long as it seemed appropriate. Nothing showed a submissive's love as well for her master than doing things to make him happy without being bidden. 'And I love you too, Sir...' He crouched down beside her, arms wrapping her in that tight hug she loved so much, before he pulled her over, the couple falling down onto the soft bed, the girls arms wrapping around her master as they held each other close, the wild ebbs of sexual passion falling gently from them. They would never be normal people, a classic couple. She would always be his girl, his whore, his slut, his anything he ever wanted. He would always be her master, her teacher, her guide, her lover, friend and protector. And, for now at least, they would also be each other's fiancée'. Eventually, one of them would have to blow out the candles. But there was time for that later. Now was the time for all the romance and loving that an outsider might not believe was carried in every dirty name, and every tug of hair...