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A Perfect Night

By: Nikki



I was in the kitchen cleaning up from dinner. Over the running water and clanking dishes, I could barely make out the sounds of Over the Rhine singing "Faithfully Dangerous". Just below that were the sounds of my husband turning pages in the book he was reading. It had been a nice night. Braiden had gotten our son down to bed early, and then made a wonderful dinner. I began to tune out the music and replay the night's mellow conversations in my head. We had discussed the house we were looking at buying, how well our son was doing in school, the garden I wanted to plant when we moved, a trip to visit his mom that we had been meaning to plan for ages, etc.

I was brought out of my thoughts by the feel of Braiden's arms going around my waist. He kissed the back of my neck and said, "I can do the rest of these in the morning. I would much rather have your company in the living room."

How could I refuse? I shut off the water and let him lead me into the other room. He had poured two glasses of wine and had candles burning and a bed of blankets laid out on the living room floor. "So, do you have any plans on how we should spend the rest of the evening?" I asked, jokingly as I took in the scene.

"Shhhhh" He said, and began to kiss and nibble on the back of my neck as he slipped my shirt up off my head. His hands cupped my round breasts, squeezing them gently. He kissed down my back and then undid my bra, allowing my breasts to hang free. His hands were instantly around, cupping them again. I began to moan softly as he returned his mouth to my neck, and gently pinched and pulled at my nipples. He hugged me tightly against his body, and then bit my neck and pinched my nipples once with a little more force. I gasped at the surprise and pleasure.

Braiden slowly moved his hands down my body, unbuttoning my jeans. He slid his hands down the inside of my pants and gently rubbed my thighs, hips, and over my panties down between my legs. My moans were stifled by a kiss, as he laid my body down beside where he kneeled. He pulled my pants and underwear off the rest of the way, and ran his hands up the length of my body. As he got to my wrists, I felt him slip a soft rope over my hand. "What are you doing?" I asked, just a little concerned. "Shhhh, just relax" he said, and looped the rope around the leg of the couch and over my other wrist. I tugged gently, and found I was pretty well secured. Next he kissed each eye, and then slid and black blindfold over them. "Where did you get that?" I asked. "Be a good girl, and don't ask anymore questions" he said, kissing my mouth.

I felt his hands run down my body, and then he was gone. I could hear him moving around in the kitchen, but couldn't make out what he was doing. I tried to peak from beneath my blindfold, but it was to snug. I lay there waiting anxiously, just a little concerned, and very curious. We had never done anything like this before. I had told Braiden about a couple fantasies and dreams I had had involving me being tied up, but we had never discussed actually trying any bondage.

I could hear him walk back in the room and sit down next to my side. "You are going to have to trust me," He said. "I wont do anything that will hurt you, but I'm not going to stop until I'm done." I gasped as a piece of ice was placed on my left nipple. It was left there just long enough for my nipple to start to burn and turn numb. Then suddenly it was on my right nipple. As my right breast began to freeze, a hot cloth was placed over my vagina. The cloth was removed and the ice traveled a slow path down and across my body stopping on my clit. He rubbed the frozen water back and forth over my sensitive spot as if he were helping me masturbate. Now the cloth was on right breast and then my left. I shivered as the ice cube slowly traveled down the inside of my nether lips, across my vaginal hole and paused at the opening to my ass. I could feel my anal muscles retracting as they began to react to the intense cold. Slowly the ice was brought back up and inserted part way into my pussy. Through all of this, my gasps, moans and pleas, had been ignored. I tugged at my hands, but the ropes held fast. I could feel the ice melting, running down across my ass. Now the hot cloth was back. He ran it across my body, and left it over my pussy, allowing the heat to melt the ice even further.

I could feel him straddle my body, and felt the gentle pressure of his penis on my lips. I opened my mouth to allow him entry. I sucked hard and drew him in deep, showing him my excitement. "That's it, baby. You are such a good girl. Suck me faster. Mmmmm, just like that" Braiden said. I sucked and licked him until he had grown to his full length. Then he moved down my body, and removed the cloth as he pushed his way into my pussy. I gasped as he plunged into me, filling me fully. He moved in me, kissing me and pinning me to the floor with the weight of his body.

He slowed his rythem and asked, "If I untie you, will you do as I ask?" I nodded and felt the ropes being removed from my wrists. "Okay, I want you to lean over the couch." He said. I did what I was told and was rewarded with him pushing deep into my pussy from behind. He held my hips as he thrust himself forward hitting the deepest parts of my insides. I moaned loudly as his finger began to probe the opening to my anus. Gently at first, then with greater speed and force. "Do you like that?" he asked. All I could do was gasp and answer with a nod. "Do you want more?" Again I nodded.

He with drew from my pussy and I could feel cold lubricant on two of his fingers as he moved them over and then pushed them into my ass. This was replaced with the head of his well-lubed penis. My anal muscles strained as he began to slowly push his way in. Once the head was in, and he began to slowly rock back and forth, I couldn't contain the squeals of ecstasy that were escaping from my lips. "Oh God, you are so tight." He gasped. "Feels so good!" I could feel my climax building as he pumped me harder and faster. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back into him, slamming his balls against my legs. Just as I went over the edge, and began to scream in climax, I felt his body go stiff, and hot cum shoot deep inside me. We both moaned and pumped back and forth a few more times before he collapsed down on top of me. I could feel his penis convulse involuntarily as he slowly began to return to his normal size.

Gently he pulled out of me, removed my blindfold, and we both lay on the blankets completely spent. A perfect ending to a great evening!

A Perfect Night



She breathed in deeply of Patchouli oil leaning back in the tub. Her eyes were closed and her muscles began to relax. Tonight was the night she thought to herself and she wanted it to be perfect. She ran her hand up to her breast caressing it absent mindedly as her mind wandered on what tonight would entail. She pinched her nipple smiling at the delicious sensation it caused. She imagined it was his hands that rubbed over her body. His hands that slipped over her abdomen and lower. Her eyes closed as her fingers found her warmth. 

Her breathing began to accelerate and her body heat rose. She slipped a finger inside herself stroking in and out in even thrusts. Her hips began to move in time with her fingers which in turn began moving faster. She could see him doing this to her. Her fantasy so intense it bordered on reality. She located her g-spot and began pressing and releasing. Her lips parted as she drew in her breath sharply. Then moan escaped her lips as her free hand began caressing her breast. She was completely lost in the sensations that soared throughout her body.

She couldn’t think, couldn’t breath, all she could do was feel. Her eyes remained closed and in her mind he was doing this to her. He was the one causing her body to arch and tremble as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. The hand on her breast tightened as her orgasm approached. Another moan emitted from her parted lips and her thumb and forefinger began pinching her nipple. Her fingers were thrusting urgently now and her head tilted back. Suddenly the pleasure reached the top and tumbled over. His name passed her lips as ecstasy overcame common sense.

Her body shuddered and spasms wracked her frame as her orgasm rushed through her. She floated slowly down and once again became aware of where she was. A smile curved her lips and she relaxed once more in the tub. She couldn’t wait until tonight.



Two Hours Later…

“You look beautiful” he said is eyes burning a trail over her body. They slowly made their way back to hers and they twinkled suggestively. She smiled her body warming in his gaze. “Thank you, you don’t look to shabby yourself” his smile grew and he offered her his arm. “shall we?” She nodded and accepted his arm. They entered the restaurant and she glanced around. It wasn’t overly fancy but nice nonetheless. 

They were led to one of the more private booths in the back where they sat across from one another. Her gaze was captivated by his and the looks he was sending her. All made of heat, there was no other way to describe them. Desire burned brightly in his eyes and she knew that he was thinking about later. She couldn’t blame him, it was the only thing on her mind as well. 

She smiled politely at the waited when he arrived to take their orders. They both ordered and the waiter nodded and hurried to place their orders. “How was your day babe?” she shrugged smiling innocently “Lonely” his eyebrows raised in a question “lonely?” she nodded her smile growing playful “no one was there to keep me company.” She giggled softly. He leaned towards her his gaze heated, “well it will be my pleasure to keep you company tonight. That is if you want me to.” 

His eyes widened slightly because her foot was slowly but surely traveling up his leg. “really? Well believe me I want you … to keep me company that is.” Her foot stopped only inches from the crotch of his pants and her eyes twinkled mischievously. He cleared his throat “Behave.” She pouted “you know I’m not good at that” then she did something that completely shocked him. She slipped under the table cloth and under the table where she proceeded to unbutton and unzip his pants.

“What do you think your doing?” she heard him say. “Nothing” she replied giggling softly. She reached into his pants and pulled out his dick and was pleased to see it was already erect and ready for excitement. Her hand stroked him gently as she explored the velvety texture of his manhood. Her tongue flicked out barely touching the head. She heard him mutter something under his breath that sounded like “Damndable women.” But she ignored him and gave all of her attention to that task at hand.

Her tongue found him again licking from the base of his penis to the very tip then down the other side. His legs twitched and his hips moved of their own accord. She smiled a moment then took him into her mouth. Her right hand stroked the base while she took as much as she could into her mouth and drew away very slowly. One of his hands tangled itself in her hair.

She sucked him in again this time deeper. He bumped the back of her throat then she withdrew once again slowly. She heard the waiter return and ask where she had gone. “She, uh, she went to the… bathroom” he said his voice overly husky. She didn’t hear the waiters reply but she heard him leave. She giggled softly the sound vibrating over his penis and he twitched again. 

She once again sucked him deep but this time he felt himself slide down her throat. The tightness around him was incredible and when she swallowed it was as if she were milking his dick. He had to bite his lip to keep from groaning. She began moving him in and out of her mouth faster and the hand in her hair tightened. His hips were thrusting helplessly now and without meaning to his eyes were closed. Suddenly his orgasm hit him and stream after stream of hot liquid entered her mouth and proceeded down her throat.

When she was done she climbed out from under the table careful not to mess up her hair. She sat down across from him smiling naughtily. She noticed an old woman was looking at her weird. She turned her smile to the old woman and purposely wiped her mouth with a napkin. The woman glowered then turned back to her food. Chuckling she turned her attention back to him. He was just sitting there looking at her. “What?” she asked innocently.

    He just shook his head and began eating his dinner. “I told you I wasn’t good at behaving” she said a smile still lingering on her lips. He smiled then “I wasn’t complaining” he said. They ate in silence but both knew what the other one was thinking. Tonight…



One Hour Later…



They sat in the car now neither of them talking as he drove. “So where are we going?” she asked softly. He glanced at her a smile still lingering on his lips. “well I knew you would want some privacy and we didn’t really have a place that is completely private for the entire night so..” he pulled into a parking lot then. “I rented a hotel room” she looked at him in surprise then up at the hotel. “You didn’t have to do that” she said completely stunned. “I know but I wanted us to be alone, really alone” he exited the car and opened her door for her. She accepted the hand he offered smiling feeling suddenly shy. 

When the arrived at the room she smiled in delight. There were flowers littering the room. On a table there was chilled wine and beside the wine was an assortment of treats. Strawberries, pastries, even whip cream was set up. The only lighting in the room was the candles he had lit. They produced a romantic glow that a light bulb could never accomplish. 

She turned back to face him “You didn’t have to go to all this trouble you know” but her eyes glowed with her happiness at this gesture. “I know I didn’t but your worth it, that’s all I can say” he knew he had said the right thing because she suddenly closed the distance between him and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was soft and tender but held an undercurrent of suppressed desire that was fighting for release. 

He gently and reluctantly pulled away his eyes dark with promise. Then he turned towards the table. When he turned back around he held two glasses of pre-chilled wine. She accepted her glass and took a healthy drink to calm her nerves. The taste filled her sense and a warmth seeped throughout her body. He was watching her intently and her gaze became riveted by his. 

She said the first thing that came to her mind “What are you thinking?” he chuckled the sound causing anticipation to unfurl within her. “I’m thinking about how much I want you. Beneath me, on top of me. I’m thinking about how much I want to feel your legs wrapped around my hips as you scream in ecstasy. I’m thinking how beautiful you will look with your hair spread out upon a pillow your body arching into mine. And now I’m thinking that if you don’t stop looking at me like that then I’m going to prove all those things to you right now.”

She felt her knees quiver as his game became liquid fire. His words caused a her fire to flare and desire to well up inside of her. Her senses were on overload, her breathing was accelerating and she was sure she was about to melt right there. He reached up tracing her lips with one of his fingers. “I want you so badly I can taste it” he brought that finger to his lips slowly his gaze holding hers.

She could take this anymore, she was going up in flames. She turned and slowly set her wine on the table. Her mind was set of her task and as she grew lost in his eyes she knew that this was right. She pressed against him her arms around his waist. For a moment she just rested her head on his chest savoring this feeling of being loved, of being wanted and protected. His arms tightened around her, he seemed content just to hold her like this, but she wasn’t content. She wanted him to much at the moment.

She tilted her head up her gaze once more locking with his. Her ran his fingers through her hair and her eyes closed her skin tingling under his fingers. His gaze drifted down to her lips which in turn trembled and parted. There was a moment of tension then he best down and claimed her lips in a soft kiss. As sweet and gentle as the kiss was it held a great deal of leashed passion by a sheer thread. His lips claimed hers again and again his hand gently holding the back of her head the other rested on her waist. 

His kisses intensified and her world tilted on it’s axis. A shudder passed through her body as she kissed him back with equal passion. Her hands gripped his shoulders and a soft moan escaped her mouth and his arms swept her up hard against him. It was a good thing he held on tight because her knees grew weak and gave again. He held her up as if she weighed nothing his mouth ravaging hers.

He swept her up walking towards the bed his lips never leaving hers. Her thought process was a wreck and her breathing sounded harsh to her ears. He gently laid her down and leaned back his eyes lost in hers. Her lips were swollen and red from his kisses and she felt thoroughly ravished and yet completely ravenous. He pulled his shirt over his head her gaze went to his chest. She licked her lips wanting so badly to run her hands all over his chest, to taste him, to drive him wild with desire. She had never felt these urges before and she reveled in the awakening of such base urges.

He lowered himself beside her and gathered her close to him. Then he proceeded to give her one of the most erotic open-mouthed kiss of her life. His hand roamed over her back as his kisses continued. Her thought process shut down and all she could think about was this man and the way he made her feel. She never wanted this night to end. He reached around and unzipped the back of her dress. She shivered as his fingers brushed bare skin

He gently pull the straps off her should his lips caressing the skin there. His hands traveled down her arms taking the straps with them and soon she was bare from the waist up except for her lace strapless bra. His lips had traveled down her shoulders to her chest. He placed soft kissed on the skin between her breasts as his hands reached around and unclasped her bra. He tossed it to the end of the bed and gazed down at her chest for a moment. “your beautiful” he murmured before claiming her lips in one of his soul destroying kisses once again.

His lips left hers only to blaze a trail down her neck nibbling and kissing along the way. When he sucked softly and followed that with a small bite she moaned her pleasure. His lips traveled over her throat then downwards towards her chest. Her back arching in anticipation but he seemed to be in no hurry. He kissed and licked slowly towards the peeks. Making sure to adorn every inch of skin with his lips.

Finally after much teasing his lips and tongue found her nipple. She immediately moaned arching into his mouth. He licked circles around her nipples nibbling the crests before quickly soothing them with his tongue. Fire raced throughout her body and she was sure she was about to die from the pleasure.

He slowly pushed her dress lower until it slid over her hips and to the foot of the bed. His lips left her breast and took her mouth in a passionate kiss filled with promise of the things to come. His hand traveled slowly south teasing her breast momentarily then heading lower. It lingered on her stomach tracing circles as it continued very slowly down. She moved restlessly against him “Please” was all she could say and she wasn’t even sure what she begged for. She just knew that if she didn’t get it soon she would be nothing but a pile of ash.

His hand drifted to the place between her legs brushed against her inner thigh. He ended a kiss so that he could gaze down at her. Her eyes were heavy lidded with passion and her lips were parted as she breathed in sharply. He grinned at her and her heart did a flip within her chest. Then out of no where he brought his hand to the place that craved it the most. He cupped her firmly but didn’t move his hand just rested it there. 

Her hips moved impatiently, she could feel the heat of his hand through her underwear and it was driving her crazy. His fingers began to curl ever so slowly pressing the fabric of the underwear into her. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. “Please” she said again reaching out for him, she needed to feel him inside her. His eyes met hers and she almost gasped at the heat and fire that flared within him. 

He licked a path up to her lips where he kissed her with all he had. Her hands tangled themselves in his hair as she arched against him. “I need you” she whispered brokenly her body craving his. Soon his pants were discarded and they were laying skin to skin. His hands were everywhere, inside and out. His breathing was harsh and his body hard as a rock. 

His kisses became urgent as he parted her legs with his knee. Their gazes met and held, intense emotions radiating between them. He was the one, her first and she couldn’t be happier. He rubbed his dick over her lips moistening himself with her juices. Then he positioned his self at her entrance and she knew that the time had come. She forced herself to relax as he began to push it. She moaned at the pressure and tensed when she felt pain. 

He stopped when he felt her tense giving her a moment to adjust to his invasion. “Are you ok?” he asked his eyes concerned. She nodded her eyes lost in his. She placed her hands on his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist as sign of surrender and trust. He groaned softly then began to push deeper. He began a rocking motion each thrust bringing him deeper within her. Her gaze never left him, she knew she would always remember this night. He was all the way inside her now and the feeling of being filled, of being possessed by this man overwhelmed her. 

Then all thought fled as he began to thrust. He started out slowly, pulled out until just the head remained then pushing himself slowly back in. The pain had receded replaced by a minor soreness and something else. Something she couldn’t name, she only knew that if he stopped she would surely expire. The sensation continued to build and she reached for something elusive.

He was thrusting easily now and picked up the pace, yet he was still careful not to hurt her. His breathing grew harsher and his hips churned faster. Their bodies strained together in a dance as old as time. Sweat mingled between the too and minds raced towards completion. Her head tilted back and her body met him thrust for thrust. 

The feelings escalated and her moans became more pronounced. She couldn’t breath, couldn’t think. Her nails dug into his shoulders and her legs tightened around her hips. Their bodies were a writhing mass of feelings, pleasure and pain all in one. The pleasure builds… and builds… then it hits her. An explosion of light behind her closed eyes. Ecstasy rushes through her along with a feeling of relief. “Cum for me” she whispered in his ear.

Her whispered command is all the encouragement he needs. With one last hard thrust he stiffened and shuddered a groan issuing from his lips. The room is silent except for the moans of wonder and fulfillment coming from the two as one. Slowly they both float down from the cloud they were on and their gaze once more met.

He kissed her lips tenderly and stroked her hair as his breathing returned to normal. “Was it good for you?” he asked with a boyish grin. Her heart swelled and she kissed him savoring the moment. “It was perfect” she said. His smile turned mischievous “That’s all? I think I can do better then that” and he proceeded to show her that he indeed could, and would… all night long!



A Perfect Night



Driving in my car I felt free. No one was there to judge me. No one was there to bicker at me. I was level headed, and free of stress. I felt the breeze go through my hair as the top of my convertible rolled back. I smelled in the Autumn air and turned on the radio. Smooth Jazz played on the radio and I could relax. Finally. After three years of bitching, one could take so much. Yes I'll admit I was fault to some things. I mean I did look at others, but I didn't touch. Unlike him. I had a wandering eye for a few women. They just always made me smile in a way he could never understand. It was more natural. More relaxing. I felt I could fall into their arms and sleep forever. I smiled at this thought and turned the music up louder. 

After 20 minutes of curvy street roads I was home. To my own place. He never wanted to move in together. That was another argument. But in the end it was a good decision and less of a hassle. I opened the door to a neatly ordered home. Wood floors, light colored walls and windows opened to let the breeze in. I liked it light and open. Visitors could see the woods through my back windows in the living room. The open kitchen was to right of it, along with a side bedroom and bathroom. In the back of the house I had a separate hallway. Leading back to my bedroom the walls showed my life in pictures. Graduating from Kindergarten, high school, and college. I received a BA in English, but I worked in a Marketing Office down town. Some times degrees aren't everything. But I hoped to write books one day. Maybe be a teacher. Who knows. 

I changed for the night. A few of my friends heard about the break up and wanted to take me out for some drinks. I thought it'd be great to catch up. That and I really needed a stiff drink. I took a shower and laid out my clothes to get ready. I looked in the mirror critiquing myself. I was slender and worked out when I could. Running is what I enjoyed to do. I was tall and had great assets. My eyes were a straight blue and my hair was long brown, laying against the mid of my back. I bit my lip trying to figure out if I should be more casual or dress up. I figured I might as well go all out and chose a sleek black dress and pumps. Fixed my make up and was ready to meet up with my friends. 

That night we went to a hot new club down town. The line was wrapped around the building, but the girls didn't mind. I was glad I dressed up. Both my friends had done the same. I greeted both my friends when they found me in line. Kate was shy yet devious. I had met her at work and hit it off right away. She was a good friend and was very adventurous. Of course she wore purple. Great heels and a few accessories in her dark hair. Jen was about the same, but wearing red. She greeted me with a big hug and was ready to dance. 

"So," Jen started. "You ready to kick the night off right. Forget the morning. The past is in the past." She made me smile. Trying to comfort me, I hugged her again. I could have cried, but I didn't want to ruin the night. I stayed positive and we talked about work and other things to take my mind off things. The line was starting to move and we entered the club. The music was loud and streams of blue and greens lights swept the floor. The DJ was pretty cute, but what I really needed was a drink and a hot dance. I ordered straight rum on the rocks. I really didn't care, and I really needed it. 

"Let's go!" I grabbed Jen and Kate. "We should dance." Kate set down her drink and followed after Jen and I. I led her by the hand and started moving to the beat of the music. We all got close to the middle and didn't think. Just danced. I noticed Kate was interested in a guy that caught her eye. I nodded that she was ok and watched her put her arms around his neck and dance. It was harmless. Well, to the point of their clothes were still on. I just continued moving to the rhythm and noticed Jen in front of me. She was smiling and just moving with me. She got a little closer to me and put her leg in between mine. We were a lot closer, but we kept dancing. I swayed my hips and noticed she was still looking at me. Her dark eyes burned through me. I smiled and got a little closer. She fit perfectly against my body and we started grinding each other. I checked to see where Kate was and she was intently moving with her new found friend. I laughed and put my arms around Jen's waist. She didn't flinch and ran her hand through my hair, making me look at her again. 

"Your eyes are beautiful." Jen said. I just smiled and switched movements when the song changed. Jen was now behind me and I felt her hands on my waist. I intertwined my fingers with hers and bit my lip. I had to turn and face her. She was still staring at my blue eyes. They became fixed with hers and I didn't look away. Jen moved closer. I almost couldn't breath with how close she was. My lips moved across hers and I felt that I was becoming wet. She wasn't worried and just moved with my body. One more song went by with a Techno feel to it and I had to get some air. I excused myself and went to the restroom. 

"Are you ok?" Kate asked still close to her male friend. 

"Yeah." I shook my head repeatedly. "I just need some air." 

I walked to the restroom and looked in the mirror. It was still pretty crowded in the club and was reaching 2 am. I heard the door shut again and looked up. Jen had a questionable face and approached me. 

"Are you feeling ok?" She felt my head with her hand, inspecting me and checking if I was ok. I nodded my head again and looked in the mirror. I swallowed hard and turned to face her. Her eyes were deep in thought. Wondering what I was thinking. I wanted to know what she was thinking. 

"Danielle. Are you ok?" She asked again. I shook my head and walked out to the Bar. I felt her follow me and sat next to me at the Bar. I got another drink and ordered one for her. 

"Its ok," She said. "Everyone goes through break ups. Trust me I've been through my fair share of what you think is love." She patted my knee and took a drink. "Listen, why don't I take you home. You can sleep. And then start a new day." I sipped my drink and agreed with her. I watched her walk to Kate and tell her we were leaving and if she wanted to join. She had declined and would see us at work. Kate was a big girl, she could carry herself home if need be. Plus, she hadn't drank much so we both were ok with her staying. I left my car in a lot a couple streets down and just rode with Jen. The whole way I just watched the trees pass by through the window. I felt sick. Something was not right. 

Soon Jen unlocked my door and we walked back to my bedroom. A lamp lighted the way down the hall from the living room. I kicked off my pumps and watched her do the same. She looked at me and smiled with a crooked grin. I tried to do the same and my eyes begin to swell with tears. 

"Oh babe!" She grabbed me, and hugged me tight. I wrapped my arms around her and just cried. I don't know why I even cried. She didn't let go and just held me. She loosened her grip and wiped the tears streaming down my cheeks. 

"Dani. Its ok sweetie." She hugged me again. Saying it was ok over and over in my ear. I felt so tired. Exhausted. I just wanted to sleep for weeks. She knew I was tired and unzipped my dress. I let it fall to the ground. I was standing in my bra and boy shorts. She smiled and gave me an over sized shirt I had laying on my bed. She helped me put it on, fixing the collar. I ran my fingers across her arms and rested them at the back of her head. My fingers were weaved through her hair and I gave the best smile I could. She reciprocated the smile and stepped forward. I leaned into her body and drew my face in closer to hers. I felt her smooth lips against mine again, but this time she pushed forward. I didn't feel scared. I just, kissed her back. My lips moved against hers. She tasted sweet. Her perfume smelled of vanilla and I kissed her more like I wanted her. I didn't even think. I felt her hands roam my back. Our bodies became closer leaving no space between them. 

I hesitated and took off my shirt again throwing it to the ground. She didn't miss a beat, still kissing me. Her lips were so smooth. She bit my bottom lips and I gasped. She smiled as I flinched back. I grabbed her by the arms and we shuffled to the bed. She fell and I landed on top of her. My hair tickling her. My hands searching her body. I unzipped the side of her dress and pulled it off. Her legs opened to wrap around me. She pulled me close to her lips again and kissed me hard. I could hear her moan as we touched each other. Feeling our skin on each other. She managed to unhook my bra and I did the same to her, leaving us only in our underwear. She pulled me down on her. My breast crushed against hers. Her skin was smooth and her kiss was intoxicating. My tongue entered her mouth and I couldn't stop kissing her. She pulled my hair and I moaned. I felt her hand slide up my thigh. My back tensed as this new feeling erupted. I wanted her. And I wasn't going to stop. I kissed down her neck and started feeling her warm breasts. Her nipples were hard and she begged me to lick them. I bent down slowly and kissed her breast. My tongue slowly teasing her and playing with her nipples. Her head rolled back as she enjoyed the pleasure. A few moans had escaped her open lips. I loved seeing her breath harder. I kissed lower. Her stomach. Her hips. My tongue tracing where her underwear touched. I moved them off slowly exposing Jen's needs and wants. She was shaved and her wetness glistened through her lower lips. I could smell her sweet odor and my mouth begin to water. 

"Please." Jen asked. "I want you." I looked up at her, watching her hips rise and fall as she became irritated with lust. I kissed the inside of her thigh and parted her legs. I began licking the moisture on her lower lips. I heard her moan deeper. I then slid my tongue in her as far as I could. She exhaled hard and grabbed my hand. I licked her slowly. A smooth pattern to tease her. 

"Danielle." She called. "Go faster." I grabbed her thighs and started moving in and out of her with my tongue. I moved as fast as I could. Every now and then surprising her with two fingers as they plunged deeper. I felt the inside of her wall tighten as I moved faster. I watched her body react and become sweaty. Her movements were better than watching her as we danced once before. I got on top of her and pushed myself in to a 69 position. I didn't care if she touched me back but I had to taste her again. I was startled when I felt her kissing my thigh. She was a tease too. I would jump as she kissed me with her tongue. I felt a pull and noticed she ripped my underwear off. I didn't even care and kept going. Tasting her sweet nectar and licking her clit. When I found her clit she went hay wire. She shoved two fingers in me. Getting me back and made me scream. I was becoming sweaty and didn't want to let up from pleasing her. I felt her grab my leg and fell on the bed. She had suddenly gotten on top of me. Kissing me once again. She tasted herself off my lips and continued fingering me. Her hands running through my hair and my arms wrapped around her. I felt like pudding. Her touch felt so good. 

I had laid there. Letting her kiss down my neck and play with my breast in her soft delicate hand. I smiled watching her kiss down my body. My hands moving back her hair. She looked up at me and her gaze completely change. She wanted me bad. In every way. She gave me no time to think as I saw her move into me. Her mouth kissing and licking my clit. I loved the feel of my skin rub against her body. My legs parting for her to lick me better. To go deeper. Faster. 

"Don't stop," I pleaded. I moaned trying to repeat her name. "Ohh Jen! Don't Stop."

She licked me faster. Her fingers now entering me. I gasped and reached for anything to hold on to. My body twisted as she pushed deeper and deeper. 

"Oh baby!" I bit my lip. I felt like I couldn't breathe. My body tensed up and my raised from the bed. She grabbed my hips and tried to hold me down. I felt like I was about to cum. Oh she was good I thought. My eyes watched her. Moans still escaping through my mouth. I could hear her moan every now and then. She didn't stop like I had asked. 

"Baby!" I screamed. I knew I was about to cum. She had looked up at me and questioned my scream. She continued fingering me harder bringing me closer and closer to climax. I screamed once more and released. She still licked me, but cleaning all of me. Every drop of cum I watched her devour. I grabbed her close to me and wanted her weight on me. Her skin still on mine. She kissed me and I now tasted myself on her lips. It was good I had to admit. 

I slowed my breathing and held her. I didn't want her to leave anywhere then to stay in my arms. Her fingers started tracing my sides and I relaxed, exhaling the moment and happy to have made the day completely perfect. She moved to look at me and smiled. 

"You're ok right Dani?" I shook my head and just kissed her. And kissed her and kissed her...



A Perfect Night



It starts off with a nice romantic evening of cuddling and talking on the bed. We lay face-to-face, arm-in-arm, gazing into each others eyes. As we lie there, we share some slow, deep, passionate kisses. I lean in and press my lips to yours and our eyes close. As we kiss, we start melting into each other.

We hold it for a second, then your lips part slowly to allow my tongue access to your waiting mouth. My tongue slides into your mouth as a serpent slithers along the ground; slowly, deliberately. Our tongues find each other and start rolling around, rubbing all over each other. You moan softly into my mouth.

After a minute or so, I pull my mouth away from yours and kiss the side of your neck softly. Your head falls back and you let out a sigh as I plant soft, sweet, tender kisses all over the side of your neck. I begin licking lines up and down while you moan softly. I gently pull your soft, warm skin into my mouth and suck on it. You run your hands over the back of my head as mine roam over your back, gently rubbing and caressing you. 

Then, your clothes start coming off. You raise your arms, allowing my to pull your shirt off. I hold you against me as I unhook your bra and lay it on the floor. You stand up as I kneel in front of you, gently kissing your stomach. I I pull your pants down and slide them off, then your panties. As I go down, I notice that you're getting wet. Your pussy smells so sweet, it makes me want to devour you. Your body shakes slightly as you close your eyes, eagerly expecting me to start licking you. 

But I have other plans for you, baby. I take your socks off and lay you face-down on the bed. I grab a bottle of warm, massage oil off the dresser and squirt some across your upper back, between your shoulders. You let out a sigh as your body discovers how soothing my touch is. I get on my knees over your thighs and begin rubbing. My hands move slowly and gently over your soft, warm flesh in big circular motions. I rub your shoulders before squirting oil onto your lower back. 

I rub the oil into your skin, my hands soft but firm. I run them up and down over your sides, gently rubbing them. I slowly but deliberately work my hands into your flesh, rubbing away any aches and/or pains you might have. As you lie there with your eyes clothes, your body feels perfectly relaxed. You feel as if you're floating on a cloud of peace and happiness. 

As I squirt the oil onto your ass cheeks and give them a firm squeeze, you become aware again of the moistness and warmth between your legs. You moan softly as I rub you; you want me to take you, to make love to you. But you want me to keep rubbing which I do. I run my hands over your ass, caressing, rubbing, and squeezing it. It feels so good, to both of us. 

Then, I move down to your thighs. As I rub the oil in just under your ass, I smell your aroma. I want to spread my legs and rub my tongue all over your pussy, but I have work to finish. Restraining myself, I continue rubbing down your thighs lovingly. 

Now it's time for your calves. I squirt the oil on and gently rub it into your soft skin, tenderly working your flesh. Your body feels amazing, so loose and relaxed. I lay down beside you and roll you onto your side so you're facing me. I pull you close as we share a long, tender kiss. Our eyes closes and our lips press together, parting slowly. Our tongues find each other and begin their mating dance again. 

As our bodies press together, you become aware of my erection. My fully hard dick is pressing against your thigh. You smile at me as I raise my arms for you to pull my shirt off. We kiss again before you move down to my pants. You undo them slowly and pull them and and off with my boxers and socks. 

You smile at me again before taking my 8 in shaft in your hand. You kiss the head softly, then lick over the length a few times. I sigh with pleasure as you swirl your tongue over my big head, before drawing it into your mouth to suck on it. Your hand rests on my pelvis with your index finger and thumb wrapped around the base. I place my hands on your head as it moves down on my shaft. 

I moan softly as you start sucking slow and hard. I guide your mouth up and down my dick as it throbs against your tongue. Your mouth is so warm and wet, it feels wonderful. I love the way your tongue swirls around my dick, rubbing and caressing it. Gradually, you start to suck a little harder and a little faster.

My hips begin moving up and down with your head as you suck and suck. You cup my balls in your hand, gently caressing them as I slow-fuck your mouth. You suck long and hard, taking the base into your mouth. I close my eyes as I moan softly with pleasure. This is fucking fantastic!

After a few minutes, I feel my dick getting harder. My balls tighten as I feel pressure building up at the base of my shaft. You feel it too and instinctively pull your head back as I moan. The cum bursts out from my dick, shooting into your mouth. You suck hard as fill your mouth with three warm jets of my cum while my body twitches. 

You eagerly swallow, trying to get it all down as it starts oozing out of your mouth and down my shaft. After you finish swallowing, you continue sucking, cleaning my dick. As I start to shrink, you let me go, smiling at me. I wipe your lips before kissing you softly and laying you on your back.

Grabbing some pillows, I prop you up on them to make you more comfortable. I climb on top of you and and kiss your cheek as you hug me. I start kissing down your neck softly while you throw your head back and sigh. I kiss, lick, and suck all over the side of your neck. I move down to your chests, grabbing the oil and squirting a little onto your breasts. 

Taking them in my hands, I caress, rub and squeeze them as I smile at you. I lower my head to your right breast. I start kissing all over it. Then, I rub my tongue over it in a spiral motion. I start sucking on the soft, sensitive flesh as you let out soft moans of approval. I kiss your nipple, lick it and draw it into my mouth to suck on it. I start out gently, but gradually start sucking harder. 

Then, I move to your left breast to give it the same treatment. You arch your back as you moan in pleasure. I lick in between them and make my way down to your stomach. I kiss all over it, making my way down to your thighs, making you quiver with excitement for what I'm going to do. I kiss, lick, and suck all over your thighs, teasing you as I rub them. I make my way down to your feet and grab the oil. 

I put a little in my hands and begin rubbing them, first the right, then the left. Caressing them sweetly, I lean down and kiss them. I kiss all over the top and the bottom and lick them softly. I take your toes into my mouth and suck on them, slow and hard making you moan again. 

Finally, it's time. I begin making the pilgrimage back up to your thighs where I continue teasing you. This time, I work on your inner thighs and the sensitive flesh where your legs join to your body. Burning with lust, you thrust your wet sex against my mouth. I oblige by licking you from your clit to the bottom of your ass and back a couple times. 

I kiss your clit and lick it a few times, before drawing it into my mouth to suck on it. You moan loudly as I suck long and hard, arching your back in pleasure. Then, I move down to your pussy and lick across your labia a few times before pulling your lips into my mouth to suck on them, one after the other. Your legs wrap around my neck as you begin running your hands across the back of my head.

I spread your lips and begin licking all over your pussy, tasting your sweet, warm juices. I'm like a bear with a bee hive, eagerly lapping up all the sweet, delicious honey. 

I'm only to happy to swallow it, so I can take in more. Your aroma is intoxicating, filling my nostrils and I love how slippery and wet you are. My mouth moves slightly lower and my tongue slides into your hole.

Wild with desire, you begin to grind your hips on my head and fuck my mouth with your pussy. And so, I devour you; one hand on your thigh with the other at your clit, rubbing in a slow, circular motion. You continue moaning as I make love to your sweet vagina with my mouth. You taste fucking incredible, baby!

Your moans grow louder as your body gets closer to orgasm. My fingers speed up on your clit as my tongue rubs all over your insides. By now, your juice is flowing into my waiting mouth as a stream flows down from the mountains to the sea. Your pulse is racing as you pant and moan and you fuck me hard, desperately needing to cum. 

"Ooh shit. Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum!". You push my head down as you thrust hard against my mouth. Your body begins shaking and you let out a scream as the waves of your orgasm wash over you. You let out a scream of pleasure as you hold my head against your pussy.

"Ohhhhhh fuuuuckkk! Yessss!". As your climax overtakes you, you begin cumming on my face. My tongue laps at your pussy with great intensity as I try to swallow it all. It tastes delicious, so sweet.

You keep moaning as I continue licking you, cleaning out your satisfied sex. You lie still, recuperating, as I lie next to you and kiss your lips sweetly. With your pussy now well lubricated,and my dick starting to harden, it's time to fuck. I pull you so your pelvis is on the edge of the bedside and stand between your legs, holding them up. 

I rub my dickhead against your labia briefly before pushing it inside. Your lips close around me as you pull me deeper inside of you. I let it go all the way in, filling you up. Then, I hold still momentarily, allowing you to feel it grow inside you. We moan softly at the feel of my fully erect dick inside your warm, tight, wet vagina. Your pussy clenches my dick, squeezing it. 

I slowly pull out till only an inch is left inside, then I push back in. I start fucking you slow and hard; long, deliberate strokes. My dick throbs as you clench and release me. I become slick with your vaginal fluids as your pussy leaks onto me. Soft moans escape your lips as you rub your clit in time to my thrusts. 

After a few minutes, I pull out and have you get on all fours and back that ass up. I take my dick and slide it into your pussy as you back up on me. We continue fucking; I place my hands on your hips and proceed to hit it from the back. You moan continuously as you resume rubbing your clit while our bodies slam together repeatedly. My thrusts though they are hard, come at a steady pace.

My dick begins to throb as I pound you, filling you repeatedly. As we fuck, your juices steadily flow out onto my dick. Slick with your juices, I easily slide in and out of you. Your panting and moaning is quite the encouragement. We speed up our pace and increase our intensity. 

I start panting with you in ecstasy as you continue clenching and releasing your pussy on me. The room is filled with the sounds of our bodies slamming together as we fuck. Your pussy is heaven, baby! The heat emanating from our sweating bodies is incredible. Our hearts race as we continue moving harder and faster in a passionate frenzy. 

You can't believe how good it feels. Your pussy is soaking wet as I pound it and your clit throbs as you furiously rub it. Your sex is on fire, you need to cum. Your moans grow louder and turn to screams as I thrust into you harder and harder. 

"Ohhh fuuuckkk!" .

"Mmmm!".

"Shit, shit, fuuckk!".

"Yes, baby! Fuck me!".

Once again, you explode. A long moan of pleasure and pure ecstasy escapes your lips as your pussy starts convulsing on my dick. I continue pumping you while you gush cum on me. Your orgasm feels so good, it drives me over the edge. 

I can feel my dick throbbing as it hardens. My balls tighten up and I let out a low moan as I thrust uncontrollably into you, shooting 3 streams of my cum deep into your waiting pussy. You moan with pleasure, milking me as I fill your pussy with my cum. 

Well pleased, I pull out of you and we collapse on the bed to catch our breath. I pull you into a hug and we kiss passionately. I take your ass cheeks in my hand, rubbing and squeezing them. Our tongues make love to each other, rolling around, caressing each other. You feel so good, baby.

I lay on my back as you climb over me and take me into your mouth. I close my eyes as you start sucking me, cleaning all the cum off my dick. After cleaning it, you hold it in your mouth briefly, rubbing your tongue all over it. Then, you begin scooping some of our cum out of your pussy, bringing it to your mouth to swallow it. You lay on top of me as I wrap my arms around you, holding you against me. 

We lay there in each others arms for a few minutes, just feeling each other; each listening to the others breathing. I start kissing on your neck softly while I caress your back. I move my hands down to your ass, taking it in my hands. You moan softly as you slowly start grinding against me. 

I feel my dick start hardening for you again. You raise your pelvis, eagerly, allowing me to push into you. You let out another moan as I pull you down on me. Your pussy is still slick with our cum, allowing me to slide right in. you begin clenching and releasing me again.

I place my hands on your ass as you place yours on my chest. As I grow inside you, we start working together; you raise your hips and I lower them as I run my hands over your ass. I give it a squeeze and we get to work. You throw your head back and moan as you bounce up and down on me, rubbing your clit. I watch your breasts as we slam together, pull apart slightly and slam together again.

We start out at a nice slow easy pace, but gradually speed up. You moan from the pleasure of my fully erect dick continuously filling you as you rub your clit. Up and down, in and out as we smack together. I just love how much of a nympho you are. 

Your pussy is so good, I just can't get enough of it! We stay at it for awhile, before switching up. I flip you over, onto your back and climb on top of you. I put it back in as you wrap your arms around my back and your legs around my waist. 

It's time to make love, baby. I push into you and we start grinding together as our lips meet. Our eyes close and we share a long, deep, passionate kiss. It's incredible, our two bodies becoming one as we embrace each other. You moan softly as I start thrusting into you, slow and hard. Long, deep strokes, filling you completely. 

We melt together as we burn with passion. But this is a slow-burning, long-lasting fire. Every so often, we share a kiss. It just feels so right; I love gazing into your eyes and seeing how good I make you feel. I love the way you squeeze me as I pump you, that tight, wet pussy feels so good. 

I just can't get over what an amazing creature you are and how lucky I am to be sharing a bed with you. You truly are a beautiful, phenomenal woman. It's like it's just us making love, like the world is just our bedroom. All of our spiritual and emotional energy are focused on each other. In this moment of romance and passion, it truly feels as if we have become one flesh. 

As we make love, we feel nothing but real passion; we're so aware of and attuned to each other, we know just how to grind into each other. Even though our carnal instincts have taken over for the night, we still want give pleasure as we receive it. Our love making continues; our hips come together and my 8 in dick is buried to the hilt in that tight, wet pussy. 

Our hips move apart and I slide halfway out. Then I go back in. You continue moaning as you hold me. We both feel it coming. You start having convulsions and spasms as you let out a loud moan of pleasure. 

You hold me tight as your climax rips through you. My dick starts to harden even more as I feel you cumming on me. The sensation drives me wild and I begin thrusting harder and faster into you.

Then, it hits me; my balls tighten up and I start thrusting uncontrollably as I shoot my seed into your waiting vagina. You hungrily milk me, drawing my cum out. Having emptied myself into you, I kiss you briefly and collapse beside you, pulling you against me.

There we lay, just cuddling and holding each other as I pull the blanket over us. We share soft, sweet kisses and slowly drift off to sleep. We feel completely at peace, united and relaxed.



A Perfect Night



A date with an Asian girl gets rough



It had been one of the best nights of her young life. Lucy Cho smiled to herself as Jim drove her home, his jacket draped over her shoulders. He had been perfect: he showed up at her doorstep on time, dressed in a casual button-up she found irresistibly sexy, and had proceeded to wine her, dine her, and engage her in some of the best conversation she could ever remember having. She had told him about living with her older brother; he had regaled her with tales of college. They had discovered a shared fondness for tropes and anime, and a passion for writing. He had even sat through one of her rants about the political state of affairs in Malaysia! And he had listened! She glowed with happiness as they drove through the night, sneaking looks at him when she thought he wouldn't notice.

"Yes?" he murmured, a smile quirking his lips.

Lucy startled and blushed, embarrassed that she'd been caught staring.

"N-nothing," she stammered, looking quickly out the windshield, her hands fidgeting in her lap. Jim laughed and reached over, entwining his fingers with her own.

"I see," he replied, warm laughter in his voice. Lucy sighed, gently stroking the back of his hand, a small content smile blossoming on her face. How could this get any better?

As her mind began to wander over the possibilities, her stomach clenched pleasurably. Oh stop it, she berated herself. She shifted in her seat, a slow pulse of liquid heat igniting in her belly as she thought of Jim, chest bare beneath an unbuttoned shirt, hands grasping her wrists, eyes locked on hers. He began to whisper something, his voice dark and silky, but she shook her head, trying to dislodge the image. This was Jim she was thinking of, Mr. Sweet. There was no way she could tarnish that image with one of her...fantasies.

"What are you thinking about?"

Lucy froze. Now? He had to ask that now? She scrambled to answer, but all that came to her was a sharper image of Jim binding her hands with his belt. She glanced at him. His eyes were fixed on the road, that little smile still on his face. She hesitated a moment, blushing furiously as she considered telling him the truth.

"I was...um..." she faltered. She couldn't! Finally she blurted, "Just thinking about how much fun I've had tonight."

She held her breath, watching him. He turned his head to look at her, slowly drawing himself up, the smile morphing into a frown. His eyes locked on hers, boring into her with an intensity she didn't know he possessed. He stared at her for a long moment and she felt her heart flutter. Unconsciously, she squeezed her thighs together, a delicious shock running through her. She blushed and looked away and he smirked. 

"I think you're lying," he stated. "C'mon - tell me what you're thinking about!"

Lucy shook her head, resolutely staring at her lap. Jim harrumphed.

"Alright. Then lemme guess. Hmm...let's see...well, you've been pretty open about everything I've asked you so far tonight...so it's gotta be something you're uncomfortable telling me about..." a slow smile crept over as his face as it dawned on him. "Oh, Lucy. You were thinking naughty things, weren't you?"

Lucy's face flushed brighter, but still she kept her eyes on her knees. Jim leaned closer and his voice took on a silky quality.

"No need to feel ashamed; I rather like a girl who's in touch with her sexuality. So, go on - tell me what you were thinking. I'm dying to know what kind of fantasies you enjoy."

She shivered and glanced up at him. He was watching her patiently, a little smirk hovering around the edge of his lips, daring her to give in. Well...why not? He was right, she had been able to tell him anything else up to now. Why should this be any different?

"I was..." she cleared her throat, her heart beating like a drum. "It was you...and me...and...and you were...rough with me," she whispered so low he almost couldn't hear, afraid he'd stop the car and force her to walk home from there for being such a pervert.

Jim settled back, stunned. "I...wasn't expecting that," he said to himself. Then he turned back to her. "So...rough, huh? What kind of rough we talking here? We talking...I dunno. Spanking? Smacking? Hair pulling?"

Lucy blushed and fidgeted before nodding. Oh Lord, what he must think! She steeled herself and looked over at him, expecting the worst. But his eyes were glued to the road, his face unreadable.

"Is that so?" he murmured. She just sat in silence, praying he wouldn't notice her trembling as her crotch moistened uncomfortably.

They drove on for a while longer, both quiet, and Lucy dared to hope that everything was fine. She was just beginning to relax when Jim took his hand from hers. Slowly, he laid his hand on her leg and squeezed softly. Lucy's breath caught in her throat, and her eyes snapped up to him. But his gaze was locked on the road, not paying her any attention. She looked at his hand, unsure of whether she didn't want him to continue, and settled back, breathing quickly.

Jim's hand began to move, drifting up and down her leg lazily, fingertips barely brushing her skin. She wore a a light blue dress, and the feeling of his hand on her bare leg was exquisite. Lucy shifted under his caress, her heart beating faster, uncertain of what to do with her hands as Jim pressed his palm against her, his fingers gripping her thigh.

He still hadn't said a word, and in the silence, Lucy was sure he could hear her heartbeat. Her thoughts were interrupted with a strangled gasp when Jim raked his nails up her thigh, causing her to spasm in her seat.

"Oho, somebody likes that, huh?" he laughed, slowly tracing his fingers down to her knee. Lucy whimpered, not trusting herself to speak.

Noting her silence, Jim moved his hand slowly up to her thigh, easing her legs wider apart. She whimpered against her knuckles as he caressed her inner thigh, his fingers gentle. She arched as he raked his nails along her skin deliciously, drawing a soft moan from her throat. He paused for a moment, a thin smile on his lips, letting her stew in anticipation. Then he smacked her thigh. Hard.

"Ow!" she cried, pulling the dress's hem down over her stinging skin. "What the hell, Jim? That really hurt-" She stammered to a halt, realizing the mistake she'd made when she caught sight of him. He was scowling at her, contempt burning in his eyes. 

"Little girl," he intoned gravely, "you'd better move those fucking hands real fucking fast."

Lucy sat back, as stunned as if she'd been slapped. He cussed! Jim cussed! She had never heard him cuss! Honestly, she hadn't thought he knew how. But there was something about this polite, well-spoken young man profaning the air around her that made the fire in her belly erupt. It traveled downward, searing her, and her pussy gushed in response. She squeezed her thighs together again and shuddered.

Lost in her reverie, she didn't notice him pulling the car over onto a gravel shoulder. She hadn't even realized they stopped until he snatched a handful of her hair and yanked her head back painfully. She yelped as he arched her, forcing her to look him in the eye.

"You ready to play rough?" he asked sweetly, gripping her hair even tighter. Her scalp was on fire, and she whimpered from the pain, but she wasn't going to give up that easily.

"Fuck you, Jim," she spat through gritted teeth. Or would have, if he hadn't chosen that moment to reach over with his free hand and squeeze her breast roughly. What came out was more of a defiant squeak, followed by a quavering moan.

"Ooo, fiery," Jim laughed in her face, mauling her breasts as she squirmed to get away. "I like that, little girl. I fucking love it when you little sluts struggle."

Lucy stopped fighting for a moment, eyes glazed as she gaped vacantly at Jim. He was blurred in the dim light - her glasses had been knocked askew in her thrashing - but she could see his face and the expression he wore both frightened and thrilled her. He was looking at her like she was a piece of meat, a thing to be used and discarded. The thought made her pussy flood and she couldn't suppress a throaty moan.

And suddenly he was there, his lips crushed to hers in a fierce kiss, his hand sliding down to grip the back of her neck, his other arm wrapping around her waist. She moaned desperately as she kissed him with equal fervor, grasping at his shirt like a lifeline. She didn't know what to do; her body was hot, her panties soaked, her body betraying her inmost secrets. Oh, she had fantasized about this for years, imagined being taken and used for a man's pleasure. She had tried indulging those desires once, with an ex-boyfriend of hers. But he hadn't known how to do it, hadn't a clue how to take hold of all that she was and bring it to heel. They had broken up shortly after. But here Jim was, doing it effortlessly, playing her body like it was his own personal instrument. And what music he was making!

Jim pulled back, his forehead against hers, breathing deeply. He grinned as Lucy whimpered, darting forward for another kiss. But he denied her, pulling back with a laugh.

"Oh no, little girl," he mocked, jerking her away by her hair. "You don't get to dictate what you do or do not get. I do, bitch." The word came out like silk, and she quivered rapturously.

He smirked again, studying her hungrily. He seemed to be considering his next move as he held her at arm's length, ignoring her mewling whimpers. Then he nodded to himself and murmured, "Close your eyes, whore."

She gasped, and stared at him pleadingly, her face the picture of whorish shame and abject need. He stared back, hard and unyielding, until she gave in with a whimper, hands clenching helplessly in her lap.

In the darkness, everything seemed amplified: the pounding of her heart, the smooth rasp of the leather seat on her bare legs, the cloying smell of her sex. She whined fitfully in the silence, her breathing ragged as she waited. She knew what Jim was doing, deliberately teasing her, making her suffer and stew. He was building the anticipation for his next step in breaking her. And fucking hell it was working. She froze as the sound of a zipper filled the car.

"Ready for a treat, bitch?"

Before she could reply, he was dragging her face down into his lap. She cried out, in fear, in ecstasy, but her cries were smothered by his dick as he buried himself in her throat. He held her there, shivering as she sobbed around him, overwhelmed by the emotions that battered at her. He laughed when she tried to pull herself away, and tightened his grip in response, holding her to the base of his cock.

"Oh no you don't," he muttered. "You're going to take my dick like a good bitch." He stroked her hair with one hand, the other keeping her in place. He held her like that for a few breathless moments longer before he decided she'd had enough. Lucy jerked away from him, coughing and gasping, spit hanging off her chin.

"You asshole," she spluttered, fighting to hold back her tears. Jim's hand on her saliva-soaked chin forced her to meet his gaze, and she felt her heart stop. He was smiling, an evil grin that made her cunt sizzle, and his eyes kept her locked in place more totally than if he had actually bound her.

"Oh yes, baby," he murmured, stroking his cock slowly, "I'm the biggest asshole you'll ever meet. I love that look you simpering whores get when I go from being all nice to putting you in your place. I love treating girls like you exactly how you need to be treated: rough," he slapped her with his dick, eliciting a gasp. "Dirty." Another slap, accompanied by a pleading whimper. "I love calling you every filthy name in the book, doing things to your body that you've only dreamed about, you sick little fuck. And even if you say you hate it, even if you tell me you want me to respect you, to treat you like a little princess, we both know that this is what you really want, you fucking slut!"

With that, he began to beat her face with his dick, smacking her cheeks hard, rubbing the head of his cock over her features, smearing his precum on her nose, her forehead, her eyelids. Lucy moaned, accepting everything he gave her, panting ravenously as he brutalized her. And when he grabbed her head and jerked his hips upward, driving his cock into her throat mercilessly, she opened her mouth wide so he could go as deep as he liked.

"That's it, you fucking whore," he growled, pumping wildly as she gagged around him. He slammed her to the base, lodging himself deep in her throat, roughly wrenching her head from side to side so that she gagged even louder. "Blow, whore," he hissed, arching his hips against her mouth, trying to get as deep in her esophagus as possible. When she didn't immediately respond, Jim reached underneath her and twisted her nipple savagely. Lucy screamed around him, spit exploding from her mouth. But with her face pressed against his stomach, all the saliva splashed back onto her, coating her chin and cheeks in her own drool.

Jim yanked her head off his cock, and the sudden reversal caused her to see spots. She gasped for air, trying to focus, but her mind was whirling. Finally, she closed her eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath, forcing herself to relax. When she opened her eyes, he was looking at her, a smug, condescending smile on his face.

"Aww, is it too much for you, little whore?" he sneered. "Can't handle a little facefucking, hm? But you sure do look good, wearing your whore slime on your face like that." She blanched, trying to imagine what she must look like with her spit slowly sliding down her face, a few ropes of saliva connecting her chin to his cock. She made to wipe it away, but he snapped, "Leave it, whore. For the first time tonight, you actually look like yourself: a nasty skank fucktoy, made to take cock in every hole, and loving every second of it. You should be proud of yourself, cunt."

His words made her burn with shame, a shame that fed her lust and brought it to fever pitch. Lucy hung her head with a sob, trying to deny the fire in her pussy, the juices that streamed from her cunt. She knew she was everything he said she was, had known it for a long time. What else could she be, when her fantasies were filled with rough, degrading men taking her and humiliating her for their pleasure? But to hear him say it, to have him call her these things, and treat her like this...it was almost more than she could bear. But she knew: she would be lying if she said she wanted it any other way.

A rope of saliva slowly slipped from her chin as her shoulders bobbed and hit the leather seat with a wet plop.

"You fucking bitch," Jim growled. "What the hell are you thinking, you stupid cunt, spilling your slime on the upholstery?!"

Lucy panicked, her eyes darting frantically from the spit on the seat to his outraged features. She scrambled to think what to do, but before she could decide, he had exited the car and was stomping his way to her side. The door flew open and she recoiled, terrified in the face of his rage.

"Please, Jim, I'm sorry, I-"

He cut her off by reaching forward and slapping her, once, twice. She began to cry, holding her hands to her reddened cheeks. With an impatient snort, Jim grabbed her by her hair and hauled her out of the car, glaring at her in disgust.

"Shut up, bitch," he snapped, "stop your blubbering."

Lucy tried to stem the flow of her tears, sniffling with eyes downcast. Jim's face softened and he smiled, reaching up with the hand that wasn't gripping her hair to stroke her quivering bottom lip with his thumb. She shuddered and opened her mouth slightly, and he pushed in, allowing her to suckle him.

"That's my good girl," he murmured soothingly, studying her disheveled features as she moaned softly around his digit. His smile grew as her eyes closed and she redoubled her efforts, practically inhaling his thumb into the back of her mouth, letting him tickle her throat. He considered fluttering his thumb back there, just to see if he could make her gag again, but then he saw something glistening on the seat she had been in.

"You sure are a messy bitch," he laughed, leaning closer to take a look. She whimpered as his thumb left her mouth, and for a moment she tried to follow, lips open like a newborn babe seeking sustenance. Then his hand wrapped around her throat, and she fell back against the car with a gurgle. Jim's face was hard again, and he was staring into the car, at her seat. A thrill of apprehension shot through her, and she shifted under his grip, her breath quick and strained as he choked her.

"What... the fuck... is that?" Jim breathed, his nostrils flaring.

"Jim... please, I can explain," Lucy burbled. She quailed as he shot her a look, squeezing harder so that her face grew red from lack of airflow.

"C'mere, you bitch," he growled, pulling her closer. She gasped and coughed as he released her in order to turn her around, facing into the car, and pushed her forward. She stumbled and threw her arms out to catch herself on the seat. Then she saw what had infuriated him: a puddle, almost covering the whole length of seat, glistening under the light of the dashboard. She gaped, amazed and horrified to realize that her juices had seeped out that much.

"Now where d'you suppose that came from, hm?" he whispered, his breath hot on her ear. She jumped at his closeness and flushed, shame and arousal licking at her. When she kept silent, he chuckled darkly. "Nothing to say, slut? Not going to make any desperate pleas for your innocence? Good. I wouldn't believe you, anyway. Obviously you're the biggest whore I've ever fucking seen!" he snarled, pushing her head down close enough that she could smell the musky scent of her juices. She breathed deep and shuddered as he continued. "Look at it, whore. That is quite the mess you've made there. And after such an enchanting evening, too." He sighed. "What a rude bitch."

Suddenly he forced her down, pushing her face right into the pool of cunt juice she had made. She gasped into the puddle, inhaling her own cream, and started hacking and snorting, desperately trying to breathe as bubbles formed and splashed against her face. She struggled against him, but Jim's grip was too strong, and he pressed her down harder.

"Clean it up, you filthy bitch," he snickered, grabbing her hair and dragging her face through the mess, using her head to mop it up. She squealed and cried out, kicking her legs at him, but he didn't let up. Then she felt her foot connect, and the pressure of Jim's hands relinquished. But before she could do more than lift herself a few inches above the pool, gasping for air, his hand was buried in her hair again, and he was yanking her roughly out of the car.

As Jim spun her to face him, Lucy realized how much trouble she was in. He wasn't smiling now. There was no hint of amusement in his eyes as he scowled at her. She had noticed earlier how tall he was compared to her; then, it had been reassuring, being dwarfed by this man as they walked arm in arm. But now she was struck by his strength as he towered over her, silently promising no escape, no mercy. Her pussy flared at the thought, and she staggered against him.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with tears.

He leaned down, eyes piercing hers until she dropped them to the ground, trembling as he hovered uncomfortably near. They could both smell her heady arousal, she knew. It clung to her cheeks like a perfume, and made her blush horribly beneath his gaze. His breath was hot and loud in her ear as he stood there, not saying a word, content to let her cower. Then he spoke, in a voice soft and sinister.

"You will be, cunt."

With that he turned toward the opened car door and pushed the button to roll down the window. She watched, uncomprehending, as he rolled it about halfway, then turned back to her, his eyes hard.




A Perfect Night



"In you go."

She wasn't quite sure what happened next; all she knew was there was a sudden shove, a jarring stumble, and she found herself trapped, her neck caught painfully between the rapidly ascending glass of the window and the door frame. A tide of panic welled up in her, and she began to struggle, shouting and banging her hands against the glass, throwing her body this way and that. She managed to bruise her leg against the car before she stopped thrashing, and the idea to simply reach down and unroll the window had only just occurred to her when she felt Jim grab her arms, and wrench them harshly behind her back.

"No...," she whimpered as he bound her arms tightly with something soft and large. Then she remembered his jacket, the same one he had wrapped around her shoulders to stave off the cold, and she clenched her eyes shut, trying to shut out her horrible arousal at this latest humiliation.

"Oh yes, you worthless fucktoy. Now let's see how your panties are doing, shall we?"

With that he ripped down her striped panties and scoffed. They were completely drenched.

"Lord, you're a filthy slut," he chuckled. She just squeezed her eyes shut, wishing it would end, hoping it would go on forever. She jumped when he smacked her ass, moaning lustfully when she realized he was spanking her with her soiled panties. 

Jim went on for some time, whipping her ass, her thighs, even laying into her back with the panties. The wet cloth struck surprisingly hard, and Lucy alternated between tortured sobs and desperate moans as the assault continued.

"Such...a...worthless...whore" Jim grated out, his dick bobbing as he swung the panties again and again. He eyed her pussy still leaking juices down her legs, and he grinned as an evil idea came to him.

Stopping for a moment, he took a step back to survey the damage. Lucy stood, arms bound with his own jacket, legs spread wantonly, bent over with her head trapped in the window of his car door. As he watched, she shifted her weight, moaning quietly. Idly, he twirled the soaked underwear in his hands, wrapping it in a thick cylinder.

"J-Jim...?" Lucy croaked. He had finally finished whipping her, and after a few moments the pain and shame had receded slightly, leaving a hungry afterglow. She was desperate for him to finish her now. His sadism was driving her wild, and she needed to come.

She heard a shuffle behind her and felt a rush of relief. Then he struck her pussy, whipping upward with enough force to blast the the air from her lungs. She gasped and writhed as he beat her pussy, the rolled up cloth smashing against her brutally.

Just as quickly as it started, it was over. Lucy gasped hoarsely, tensing as she waited for the next barrage, but it seemed Jim had exhausted his ire for the time being. She relaxed with a shuddering moan, her legs trembling.

"Fucking slut," Jim muttered, whipping her cunt unexpectedly. He ignored her surprised shriek and tossed her panties over his shoulder. Even after all that, her pussy was still dripping. He didn't know whether he should be thrilled he had found such a kinky girl, or dismayed that he couldn't break her. Shrugging mentally, he tuned back in just as she was finishing saying something.

"...ome, Jim?" she whispered brokenly.

"What was that, bitch?"

She gulped. "Will you...will you please make me c-come, Jim?"

"Fuck you, bitch," he spat, moving around so she could see him. "You come when I fucking say you come, you uppity whore."

"Please, Jim!" she cried, trying to look up at him pleadingly. The window foiled her attempt; her head was turned too awkwardly to make eye contact, so she ended up making her case to his cock instead. "Please, I'm so close, just a little more-"

"You know, cunt," he interrupted, his eyes flashing, "I'm getting real sick of you being so informal with me."

He stalked off for a moment, out of her line of sight; then he was back, her panties clutched in his hand once more.

"Now then. What d'you call me?" he asked, slowly wringing her underwear between his fingers.

Lucy stared, mesmerized as the movement made his dick bounce slightly. Then she remembered herself as he growled, and hesitatingly offered, "Jim...?"

He stopped moving and a sunny smile broke over his face.

"Wrong, whore."

He leaned forward and smacked her face with her panties. The move wrenched her neck painfully, and she cried out.

Jim paused a moment; he recognized the difference in the quality of her yell and knew that one had actually hurt her. He stood indecisive for a moment, then he moved around to her side.

"You okay?" he murmured, running a hand down her spine. Lucy quivered at his touch, and nodded as best she could. Here was Jim the gentleman, and the sudden change - while unnerving - was a welcome respite.

"I'm okay," she whispered, shifting under his caress. He smiled and leaned down, kissing her shoulder. Slowly he worked his way down to her shoulder blades, then back up in a great V, dotting her skin with light kisses. She moaned gently as he ran his tongue along her shoulder, and gasped when he suddenly bit down hard enough to leave marks. His arm reached around her as he tenderly kissed his way up her neck. Through the haze of soft pleasure, she wondered what he was doing. Then the window rolled down slightly, just enough that her breathing wasn't quite as constricted and she could shift her head a bit more.

"For the record," he said, straightening to lightly rub his shaft against her pussy lips, "the correct answer was 'sir,' bitch.You call me 'sir' when I use you. Understood?"

She quivered against him and nodded frantically.

"Yes sir, thank you for instructing this filthy slut, sir!"

He smirked as she began rolling her hips against him, pushing back in a desperate attempt to have him fill her.

"Oh, does my little slut want something?"

She whimpered and nodded again, hands clenching uselessly behind her back.

"Please, sir, please fuck your little whore, please, I've been good haven't I? Please sir, I need-"

Jim cut her off by reaching down to pinch her clit. Lucy's words died in a breathless moan, her body jerking as his fingers worked their magic. Then suddenly he was gone, moving around to her front again.

She wailed piteously, her eyes screwed shut, hips humping the air as she sought release.

"Please, sir, please let me cum! I'll do anything, sir, please I-"

"You're right, slut," he growled, cutting through her hysterical tirade. He was smirking again as he stared at her disdainfully. "You will do anything. But you said something earlier that caught my attention. You know what that was?"

Lucy whimpered and shook her head as best she could, on fire with need. Jim tutted and continued.

"You said that you need to come. That you've been a good girl, so you automatically deserve it. Wrong. What you need is whatever the fuck I say you need, you self-righteous little bitch."

As she opened her mouth to protest - maybe even apologize, but what the fuck did he care - he jammed her soiled panties into her mouth, gagging her.

He sidled around behind her and leaned in close, allowing his dick to rest on her ass.

"And what I say you need, little girl," he whispered, running his hands to her breasts and squeezing viciously, "is a nice hard dick in your ass."

Lucy squealed and bucked her hips, her voice muffled around the wad of wet cotton. Jim thought he heard her cry, "Please don't!" but her reluctance only made him harder. Releasing her tits, he lined his cockhead with her asshole, rubbing himself against her teasingly. She sobbed in fear, and squeezed her eyes shut, still sputtering incoherently around the panties.

He paused a moment, considering her. Then, to her surprise, he slid his cock down to her cunt, and pushed in gently. Lucy gasped, her body shuddering as he set up a slow rhythm, his cock scraping against her walls. Relief and pleasure swamped her as she moaned and arched her back, bouncing against him as he thrust into her pussy.

"That's a good girl," he sighed breathlessly, rocking his hips against hers. "I have to admit, baby, your pussy fits me like a fucking glove. It feels so good," he slammed his cock into her hard and held himself there, shivering as she clenched around him. Oh, she was close. That was going to make what he planned next so much sweeter.

"But I bet it's not half as good as that tight little ass, bitch."

In one fluid motion, Jim pulled himself out of her cunt with a squelch and before she could protest he had jammed his cock halfway up her asshole.

Lucy screamed, the sound piercing even through the gag. Jim held himself still for a moment, savoring her convulsions as her body fought to reject his member, succeeding only in massaging his dick. It was tight, almost painfully so; but looking at her tear-streaked face, her clutching hands, he knew whatever discomfort he might be feeling was completely worth it.

Slowly Jim drew back, letting her feel every vein and ridge of his cock as he withdrew until only his head remained. Lucy shook her head and sobbed.

"Lucy...shut the fuck up."

He lunged forward, stabbing his dick into her bowels as deep as he could go. Lucy screamed again, trying to pull herself away, but with her head trapped as it was she could only stand there and take the buttfucking. She winced and sobbed as he pounded her, every thrust knocking her shoulders into the door, every withdrawal cracking her chin against the glass that held her prisoner. To her horror, she found herself responding to the degradation; the constant back and forth of pleasure and humiliation over the past hour had put her right on the edge, and now she could feel the ball of liquid fire tightening into a knot in her gut, promising an orgasm of seismic proportions.

Jim sighed contentedly as he heaved his cock into her unwilling asshole, using her hips to spear himself even deeper. This was the life. Well, other than her damn shrieks. He rolled his eyes as she began to whine under him, the sound starting low and rapidly approaching ear-splitting. With a particularly vicious thrust, he leaned over and pushed the window button again.

"I said, shut the fuck up, you cum-rag!"

The window rolled up once more, cutting off her scream and turning it into a sort of mewling whimper. Satisfied, Jim began to slam into her ass monstrously, hardly caring that her face was turning red, or that her legs were going slack. He could feel the cum boiling in his balls, and all that mattered at that moment was shooting his load as deep in the bitch's butt as he could.

"Oh here it comes, fucktoy," he gasped, eyes unfocused. He rammed his cock into her as hard as he could, his hands clutching the doorframe. Suddenly her ass tightened around him, clamping down on him so hard he thought it would tear off his dick. Even through the pain and sudden swooping pleasure in his stomach that heralded his imminent orgasm, even through the panties and a blocked airway, Jim heard Lucy scream like her whole soul was erupting from the very core of her being. He realized, in a brief, eternal second, that she had just come from getting her ass raped. Then the world exploded as his own orgasm swept through him, cum blasting into her asshole, the rush of release forcing a heavy groan from him.

Panting obscenities with every breath, he held himself against her, emptying his balls into her spasming sphincter. He shuddered as he felt her ass ripple around him, her rectal walls milking him for every drop. He pulled himself out slowly, rubbing the last dollops of cum onto her ass, then smacked her hard.

"Good fucktoy," he gasped as he reached for the window button, rolling it down as quickly as the electronics allowed.

Lucy slumped heavily to the ground as soon as she was released, coughing slightly as she hit the dirt. Kneeling next to her, Jim turned her over gently, studying her anxiously. He had never choked a girl til she passed out before, and he wasn't sure what he was looking for. Lucy was breathing, he could see that, the air rasping noisily from her mouth. Her face was flushed, but slowly regaining its usual pallor. Other than an unbroken ring of angry bruised skin on her neck, she looked unharmed.

He sat next to her for a while, his worry dissipating as he watched her chest rise and fall with her breathing. He studied her, taking in her features, mussed and glistening with spit and precum. He reached out to gently tweak one of her nipples, and she moaned, her mouth opening slightly. Jim smiled wickedly, standing up.

He positioned himself by her head, his hand slowly stroking his dick. Gently, carefully, he rubbed himself against her lips, and was rewarded with a faint lick. Emboldened, he pushed his shaft into her mouth, slowly working himself to the back of her throat.

"Clean that cock, you little whore," he murmured, stroking her hair as he pumped himself into her inviting mouth. He felt her throat tremble as she mumbled around it, the sweet murmurings of a slowly waking consciousness squeezing his shaft wonderfully. Then she stirred, and he saw her eyes open, close, then open again, realization creeping in. He smirked and held still, his head on her tongue.

"Wakey wakey, little girl," he whispered and he shot a stream of piss down her throat. She jerked and coughed, a geyser of urine splashing onto her face. He laughed and pulled himself out of her mouth, spraying her hair and face with his piss as she whipped her head back and forth in a vain attempt to avoid it. As the stream began to lose velocity, he pumped out a few shots, aiming at her tits, her dress, even managing to get her leg. Satisfied, he allowed the last of it to dribble onto her face, her eyes screwed shut against the intermittent drops.

Using her hair to wipe himself off, Jim stated matter of factly, "That's a good girl. You're my territory now, aren't you, cunt?"

Lucy whimpered beneath him, the smell of his piss burning in her nostrils. She had never felt so humiliated in her life. Not only had she been raped, used as piece of fuckmeat, and brutalized to the point of passing out, now she was reduced to this man's urinal! She choked back a sob as the enormity of what he'd made her do loomed before her.

Then she felt herself being picked up and his voice, soft and soothing in her ear.

"Shh, it's ok, baby, it's alright."

That did it. She started bawling, burying her face in his neck, feeling his arms surround her. She wished her arms could be free so she could clutch him against her, and as though he read her mind, the jacket slid off her arms, releasing her. She cried for what felt like hours as he stroked her hair, whispered comforting words into her ear, held her close. Finally, she quieted, and simply lay exhausted in his arms.

"You ok?" he murmured, still stroking her hair. She nodded limply, glad he was there. "Good. You were wonderful, you know that?" They were like that for some time, him nuzzling her, she resting against him. Then he kissed her forehead, uncaring of the fluids there, and murmured, "Let's get you home, huh?" She laughed lightly as he lead her back to her seat, making a mental note to not let her parents see the state she was in. Laying down his jacket over the puddle of smeared pussy juice she had made, Jim kissed her softly, drawing her into a warm embrace. Then he patted her rear with a wink and made his way to the driver's side.

"Let's get this show on the road," he said, reaching for the ignition. That was when he realized he'd left the car running the whole time. With sinking dread, he turned the key. The headlights flickered, the engine sputtered, and then there was nothing.

For a moment, Jim just sat there. Then he turned to Lucy, scowling darkly, and he growled, "This is all your fault, you fucking bitch."

Lucy shivered and squeezed her thighs together, that ball of liquid heat blazing back to life. This man, reserved yet passionate, caring yet cruel, gentle but oh so rough, was going to ruin her, she was sure of it. As he dragged her face to his lap once more, cock already throbbing, she couldn't imagine him being any more perfect. 



A Perfect Night



Disclaimer: All characters are over the age of 18, and are mature, consenting, unrelated adults engaged in a safe, sane, and consensual BDSM relationship with a Daddy Dom D/s dynamic. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. Your feedback is always appreciated! 

******

Different times demand different styles of play, and lately the intense play I crave has been on hiatus. This saddens me even as I welcome the new facet to our dynamic. Indeed, I begged for this, pleaded for it, and the outcome pleases me every bit as much as it does him. Still though, I crave...something. I'm not even sure what; I only know that I long for total, complete submission, being owned by him in every way possible.

He finds me in front of the mirror after my shower, oiling my heavy breasts and distended belly. I am so large now, and I can tell from his hooded gaze that this pleases him mightily. When we go out, vanilla veil firmly in place, everyone can still see how much I am his. It is possible that this pleases him every bit as much as the private play. 

"More," he says when I move to set the oil aside. "Don't miss a spot."

"Yes, Daddy." I resume oiling my breasts. 

"Work your nipples," he orders. "Nice and hard now."

"Yes," I gasp. God I love his orders. 

"Make them hurt a little as you milk them for daddy." He leans back against the door frame. I love watching myself in the mirror, eyes meeting his, both of us riveted to my changed form and how well I obey him. 

"Oh please, yes." This. This is what I have missed, the bite of pain, the tone of utter command, the chance to show him how much I can take. 

I pull my nipples, milking hard enough to coax a few drops out, and rough enough to make me moan. 

"Is your pussy wet?" He asks, voice a low rumble, distant freight train making me shiver in anticipation. 

"Always." I do not bother lying. He knows the answer. 

"Well, then, we should do something about that." He takes my hand leads me to the bed, but instead of joining me on it, he opens the neglected toy chest. 

My happiness escapes in a squeak that makes him smile even as I know I'll pay for such eagerness later. 

He brings out the silken rope and bids me to kneel on the soft carpet of our room. Binding my wrists and forearms behind my back with methodical precision, he tugs hard enough that I feel each knot. He stops just below my elbows. "That's perfect," he says and I swear I can hear his smile. There won't be any complicated breast or torso binding tonight, and I'm fine with that. This is enough. This is, as he says, perfect.

Still behind me, his arms encircle me, hands finding my breasts immediately. He is clothed to my nakedness, a contrast that never fails to thrill me. His rough jeans drag against the soft skin of my back. 

"Full?" he asks and all I can do is moan.

"Do you want Daddy to milk you? His hands barely skate over my swollen breasts, nowhere near the pressure I need. 

I bleat my need, an inhuman sound of need, but his chuckle is just shy of cruel. "You will wait." 

Oh god. I crave the wait almost as much as I dread it. The lights are low in our room, a few candles lit, and soft music playing. He was busy while I took my shower, and the fact that he planned this makes my insides light as champagne bubbles. He always knows what I need, even when I don't have the means to articulate it.

Coming around to the side of me, he reaches for a candle, smiling wickedly. Another Dom would blindfold me at this point, keep me guessing, but gags and blindfolds are punishment tools around here. Leaving my eyes open is a signal that tonight's erotic torture is all for pleasure. He hefts my heavy breasts, weighing them with his hands, still not giving me relief. Eyes locked firmly on mine, he dribbles a little wax over one tit. My skin is still slick and soft from the oil and the hot wax rolls the length of my breast, a long, hot lick that is quickly followed by another rivulet of wax.

As he works, the wax decorates the tips of my hanging nipples, pools beneath my breasts, and drips onto my distended stomach. It's not the sting of a flogger or the thwack of a paddle or the sharp, mean bite of the clamps, but the heady mix of pleasure-pain grows with each drop of wax. He circles me, admiring his work, the same way he does when he's marked my flesh, given me gorgeous crimson stripes. I glance over at the toy chest. 

"No," he says firmly. "Not yet."

"Soon?" I can't keep the eagerness out of my voice. 

"Perhaps," he muses. "If you are very good."

"Or very bad." That eagerness. I can't control it. 

He laughs because he does know me well. "Hush." He grabs one tit none too lightly, pouring a steady stream directly onto the tip.

I hiss and his laugh this time is a dark thing. 

"Sorry, Sir," I say, even though I'm not really. I'd happily endure whatever pain he doled out because he always pushes just far enough, and I can't wait to see how far he pushes tonight, where he will take us. 

He glances at the nightstand. Next to the candles is a half-full tumbler of whiskey on the rocks. His thick fingers pluck one ice cube free. I'm shivering before it even touches my skin, and he uses it to flick the wax free of my skin, one cold jolt after another until I'm shivering, stripped bare of wax, reduced to just this rising need. His big hands coast over my bound arms, checking the circulation without fussing over me.

The softest flogger we own comes out of the toy chest. I've been very, very good apparently. It's my favorite for the light sting with very little thud-I can take quite a lot on my most sensitive places, and he knows this well. And he knows exactly where I both want and fear it. A few warm-up flicks against my back before he's circling to my front. 

"How badly do you want milked?" he asks. 

"Bad," I moan.

"Show me." He unleashes a series of flicks across the top of my tits. This isn't one of the punishing floggers-the soft red marks he raises will quickly fade but the sensation lingers as my need builds. He works his way down, and I am so wet my inner thighs are coated now. I start to tense my legs, and smack! A quick sharp blow across my nipples. 

"None of that now," he chides. He knows I've climaxed from nothing more than muscle tension and his talented hands delivering well-placed blows. I widen my stance as his torment continues, a steady rain of sensation across my tits until I'm begging for his hands. I'm leaking a bit, but it's not enough. I know his hands will burn and sting a bit, and God, I want that.

Finally, he drops the flogger. "Move," he commands, a hand fisting in my hair. He maneuvers my swollen body until I am kneeling in front of the bed, then he pushes on my shoulders until the are supported by the low mattress, my face resting against the soft comforter. My belly and tits dangle in this position, and he pulls my hips until I am fully on display for him. 

I hear the snick of his belt buckle behind me and my whole body starts to tremble as his pants hit the floor. He tosses his thick shirt beneath me and goosebumps break out along my back and arms. Finally. Finally I will get relief in the best way possible. 

His big, muscular thighs widen my stance, large hands arranging my hips until his cock is brushing my swollen folds. 

"You want Daddy?" he asks. 

I moan my need.

"Say the words." His voice is a steel-toed command to my quivering insides. 

"Fuck me, oh please fuck me." I know I've begged just right when I feel him against my opening, big blunt head demanding entry. 

Slowly, his thick cock pushes in as he strokes my back, my bound arms, my belly. Anywhere but my tits until with a hard thrust, he's all the way in and his hands finally find my aching breasts. 

Broad thumbs stroke down my dangling tits, finding my dripping nipples. I moan at the first hard pull. He's so damn good at timing thrusts to pulls, milking me firmly, almost roughly as he fucks me.

"You are beautiful just like this," he murmurs. "My little milk slut. My pregnant girl. Who owns you?"

"You do," I breath with the reverence I reserve for these moments. 

"Who decides when you get milked?"

"You," I moan. "Oh, God, you. You. You."

"That's right. Good girl. Because you're mine. And if you need something what are you supposed to do?" 

Ah. There was a lesson in all this after all. And I know the answer. "Ask."

"What do you need?" His voice is gentle as cotton, but firm as iron. 

"You." Then the words spring free, pulled from my inner depths. My voice breaks. "I missed you. God, I missed you. I missed playing."

"Me too." His lips are at the back of my neck, a gentle kiss to the counterpoint of his rough thrusts. "But you're still mine. Still my girl."

"Fuck yes." I'm close, so close now as his thrusts are perfectly angled to scrape my g-spot as his thick fingers torture my nipples. 

One broad hand leaves my now-empty tit, wet fingers trailing over my round stomach, finding my patch of hair, parting me. But not touching.

"Please. Please, I want to come. Please, Daddy."

"You need this?"

"Yes. Need you so bad." I'm whimpering and wailing now. 

"That's it. Come for Daddy." His finger finds my clit as he hammers my g-spot. I come on a strangled cry. The orgasm crashes through me-an intense wave that makes my whole body clench-pussy. Thighs. Belly. Even my neck muscles get in on the action as I swallow reflexively. 

His thrusts get erratic now, all finesse gone as he finishes with growl. I feel his cum hit my cervix, feel it drip out as he pulls back. Owned. I am owned, a fact underscored by each mark, each drip, each sweaty inch of me. 

He unties my hands with infinite tenderness, rubbing my hands and arms. He helps me into the bed, cuddling me close. My hands are free now to roam, and I do, reacquainting myself with his body. Not to arouse. Just reconnect as we drift off to sleep, one of his broad hands on the curve of my belly, the other cupping a breast. Perfect. This is perfect.