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Don't Move!

By: PureMe



Please bear with me, as English is not my 1st language. Not suitable for minors.

Hope you enjoy.




„Hm... you definitively don´t make it any easier for me." His voice close to my ear made me shiver. His arms held me tight and I enjoyed the warmth, that spread to my toes and made them curl with pleasure.

"I think it´s just fair." I murmured, moving my head a bit so I could kiss his neck gently, right at that spot where his pulse was beating.

We lay on the comfortable couch outside by the pool, relaxed into each others arms. I sat between his legs, my hands on his thighs, my back pressed against his chest. It was warm and we just left the pool where we fooled around like little kids. His naked skin was warm and I relished the feeling of skin on skin. Not even the wet fabric of his shorts could destroy this moment. His hand sleepily caressed my stomach, sending shivers all over my body.

„Baby, I could stay here for hours, with you." I murmured and heard him chuckle. His fingertips moved to my arms, caressing them like butterfly kisses and I felt goosebumps.

"Your skin reacts to every touch." he whispered and I could hear the male proudness in his voice.

I didn´t object, how could I when my body was such a traitor? And then I felt his lips, teasingly touching my earlope. I moaned softly when he touched it with the tip of his tongue and then gently blew on it. His lips teasingly touched my neck, pressed against the hard beating pulse there for a second and then moved to my shoulder. I felt my body react to him, falling into his touches. His hands held my arms, pulling me closer and his tongue teased my neck again. I sighed and without knowing it my hands started to stroke his thighs, that were pressed to mine.

„You taste good." he whispered as my head fell back on his shoulder. I closed my eyes and felt only the warmth surrounding me.

I giggled when he pushed my bikini top aside and his warm hands closed over my breast. But when his thumb started to make small circles around my nipples that got hard and sensitive I couldn´t surpress a moan.

"This little sound ...." he murmured and his thick voice made me shiver. He knew exactly what he could do to me with his voice and he knew as well that I loved him telling me theses things.

"Your skin is so soft... so warm..." I arched into his hands, wanting more.

„And your nipples are hard, begging me to touch them." Good heavens..

„Yes.." I panted. And my gaze dropped to my breasts and his fingers, holding them, teasing the hard nipples that looked like little dark pearls. I had never seen something that erotic and there seemed to be a direct connection from my nipples to my vagina, where I could feel the wetness caused by his demanding touch.

„Oh yeah baby, like that..." he whispered as I arched even more into his touch. 

My eyes closed and I seemed to have lost every will over my body. My skin felt like fire wherever he touched me and even the soft breeze felt like a tender caress.

He clasped his hands around my breats, holding them and making me moan again. His hands were warm and firm and his touch was alluring and sensual. He knew exactly where and how to touch me. 

„You are so beautiful." he murmured right before he let his tongue slide into my ear. This unexpected caress made me gasp and shiver at the same time.

„Please!" I begged without knowing what I wanted. Heaven, it felt like every single bone in my body melted. I felt so save in his arms, feminine and treasured. I moved my head a bit just to give him enough space to kiss my neck further down, to my shoulders, gently biting the skin there and then making it better with a gentle lick of his tongue. Slowly I put my arm behind his head, caressing his shaved scalp with my fingertips and relishing the feeling.

I heard him chuckle, deep and dark. The muscles in my stomach twitched involuntarily when his big hand covered it. He playfully touched my bikini panties and then slid a finger inside. My breath quickened when he gently stroked the soft skin right above my pelvis and this time he moaned softly when I nestled closer to him.

I was hot and wet and I felt his dick pulsing against my ass. His hand slid deeper into my panties and I sighed. I felt the tension inside me, felt his finger so close to my wet core, needed his touch so much but he just kept teasing me and caressed my groin. In little circles he got closer and closer to my wet folds without really touching me there. His other hand still stimulated my hard nipple that was painfully erect and pulsing. I bit my lower lip as I felt another wave of wetness between my legs. My legs opened involuntarily and I arched my back to feel him closer and to urge his finger deeper, inviting him to touch the wetness he had caused.

„That´s it baby, I can nearly smell your wetness." His words made me pant even harder and I made that little sound that he loves so much.

„Oh please..." I whispered and tightened my grip around his neck. He still caressed me, teased me, pushed me further without really touching me where I needed to feel him.

I whimmered, moved my hips a bit to show him where he should touch me. I was so close... so close to coming without being allowed to come. His fingers still touched me playfully. I could already feel my orgasm at the edge of my consciousness, but he refused to let me get there. And he felt it as well. I could hear his breath getting harder, his muscles twitching and he pressed his dick even harder against my ass.

„Fuck Babe..." he moaned into my ear and I whimmered. Heavens, there was nothing more erotic for me than his voice, dark, erotic and thick with lust. That was nearly enough to make me come.

„Please... touch me." I begged and moved my hips a bit up.

"I will touch you Baby, but I want you to do something for me." I nodded. "I want you to not move, not a bit, while I touch you as you need it. Can you do that for me?" he asked me hoarsly. 

I nodded again and he took my other hand, moved it above his head and made me grap the back of the couch with both hands. My breasts were now exposed to his touch.

„Hold onto it and don´t move!" he demanded. I shook my head and got a warning growl from him and a pinch in my nipple, just enough to send a little shock wave through my body. I swallowed and closed my eyes again. I would not move because I knew that this would stop this sweet torture right then and there. And I didn´t want him to stop. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to slide a finger inside of me.

He waited a moment, testing my obedience and even if I couldn´t see his lascivious smile I knew it was there. So I obeyed. My hands held onto the couch as hard as I could because I knew that his touch would make me loose control. His warm hands caressed my arms, the sides of my body and his thumbs touched my hard nipples when he slid his hands further down. I gasped but I was able to stop myself from arching into his hands. 

Don´t move.

„Good." He whispered and pressed his lips to my neck right where my pulse was furiously beating. His strong hands slid over my stomach and under my panties. He got rid of them and I sucked in my next breath when I felt a soft breeze touching my wet and hot folds. While his tongue caressed my neck, he angled his legs, sliding my thighs over his and then spreading my legs further. I couldn´t move, my legs were spread as far as possible and I felt his hard on pressing into my ass.

I moaned, felt his gaze on my exposed body and it didn´t bother me. It aroused me even more as I knew he loved to watch me. And I trusted him. He knew my body, knew what made me hot and wet. He knew my boundaries, knew how far he could go. And he knew when my protest was only halfheartedly and my body was begging him to push me further.

„Mmmmm Baby, you are so sweet... so beautiful." I bit my lower lip again as his fingertips caressed the inside of my thighs, slowly moving closer to the wet folds that waited for his touch.

Don´t move.

I felt my muscles twitch under his touch and I whimpered, closed my eyes and just concentrated on his touch, urging him to touch me silently.

I gasped his name and then, eventually, he slid one of his slender fingers between my thighs and parted my folds. I cried out and had a hard time restraining myself. I so wanted to move and push my hips against his finger to get a bit more pressure.

„God Baby you are so wet... so hot!" His voice dropped to a deeper timbre and seemed to run like sweet honey over me. I whimpered as I heard his words that aroused me as much as his touch did. 

„Watch." He demanded and I opened my eyes again, looking down and I saw how his finger parted my folds again and start to arrange the wetness all over me. The contrast between his skin and mine had his own appeal and I felt my look captivated by the view. 

I whimmered in protest when he retreated his finger and applied my wetness to my lips. I wanted to back off, suddenly feeling insecure. I have never done that before, always thinking I would not like it.

"No... don´t..." But he didn´t listen to me. I felt his wet fingertip, caressing the outlines of my lips. His other hand buried in my hair, forcing me to look at him. The look in his eyes captivated me and then he moved his wet finger to his own lips, closing them around it and tasting my arousal. I moaned and I heard his deep, satisfied growl.

"So sweet." He murmured and I felt the hard heaving of his chest on my back, the beating of his heart. His hand in my hair forced me to hold still as he pressed his lips on my mouth, forcing his tongue between my lips. His kiss was hungry, demanding, ravaging my mouth and making me whimper. I could taste myself and without thinking I kissed him back with the same hunger. My taste combined with his added an intimacy to this that was new but exciting. And I didn´t care anymore if I thought I wouldn´t like it. I didn´t care if this was something you should not do. I felt all muscles tensing up inside of me, felt the soft breeze that dried the sweat on my skin, while my inside seemed to burn and cry for a touch.

Finally he backed off, holding my gaze and gasping as much as I did. I bit my swollen lip to surpress a cry when his finger slid between my folds again and instinctively found my clit, massaging it. Firm. Demanding. 

„Don´t move!" I gasped approvingly, holding his gaze and I could see the desire in his eyes. His eyes half closed he moaned. His touch only had one purpose, making me come as fast and as hard as I could.

"Come for me.. I want to feel and hear how you come when I touch your clit, making it hard. Can you do that for me?" I heard his voice was shaky and his hard dick pressed against my eyes, making me feel how he pulsed and throbbed. 

"Yes.. please, yes." I moaned, suddenly not able to speak in sentences. My ability to think was long gone and all I could do was feel.

"Don´t move." He demanded a last time and then he pushed two of his fingers inside me. I cried out, lust ran through me like fire. His gaze didn´t allow me to close my eyes, holding mine. I felt my body shiver while he fucked me slowly and deeply with his fingers, his thumb brushing over my clit with just enough pressure to push me closer and closer to my orgasm. He fucked me and made me feel things that drove me crazy.

I cried out his name and when I heard his moan, deep and dark, I nearly came.

"Please... please!" I begged and I saw how he bit his lower lip, quickening the pace of his fingers fucking me.

„Don´t move." He growled and closed his other hand around my breast, teasing the nipple hard, nearly painful, but this little pain made me cry out again and beg: „Don´t stop!"

"Never!"

I felt a new wave of wetness between my thighs, but I was so far away from everything but his touch that I didn´t care. I heard him moan, felt the pressure of his hips that told me that he was just as aroused as I was.

"Come for me." He murmured and I felt my eyes close, my body tensed up when the first waves of my orgasm rushed through me.

"Open your eyes!" I opened them again, drowning in his gaze and what I saw there, shook my core. I saw his hunger and desire but there was also his love for me. The pleasure he took out of watching me and what he could do to me.

Again I cried out his name, not able to restrain myself any longer when my orgasm exploded deep inside me.

„Fuck!" he gasped tortured and pressed his lips to mine, drinking my cries from them and prolonging my orgasm. God, it was like dying. My body arched, shivered, pushed against his fingers as I was no longer able to hold still. My hips replied to every thrust of his fingers, my body still begging for more. And he didn´t stop. He pushed me further, making me come over and over again until I completely lost control over myself and forgot about everything else but coming. 

When my body was too exhausted to come, he slowly withdraw, caressing me ever so gently. I sobbed, completely wrapped up in the emotions and feelings my body was forced to feel. I felt his strong arms holding me, heard his whisper in my ear, felt his lips on mine.

"Sh... I got you." With gentle hands he closed my legs, turning me so I was sitting on his lap while he held me until I relaxed. I burried my head in his neck, breathing in his scent and just bathed in the afterglow of what just happened. I felt his hard on pressing to me still but I was too tired to move. And all he did was holding me, caressing me, assuring me. 

"Are you okay, sweetie?" He asked me and all I could do was nodd. Little spasms still ran through me.

"I love you. So very much." I whispered and when I heard his reply, my whole world fell into place. This was where I belonged to be. This was the only place on earth I wanted to be.

In the arms of the man I love.


Don't Move...



You are in a nightclub overlooking the dance floor from the balcony. Your eyes catch a group of girls dirty dancing, teasing the guys around them. You are just about to join them when you feel me pressed behind you. As my hands grip yours on the rails I lean in and whisper, 'don't move'.....

I feel goose bumps erupt along my arms as your breath catches my earlobe. I'm torn; I find it so hard to resist a direct order but it's a club, you could just be a total player...Feeling you press against me I grind deliciously against your crotch for a second before breaking free from your grip and sashaying away to go and dance.

I can feel your eyes on me and know that if you're really interested you'll come and find me...........

Smiling to myself as I watch you walk down the stairs, one hand resting on your half empty glass, the other remaining on the rail albeit without your soft fingers in its grip.....

It would appear you can ignore a direct command, but I will let it pass, for now, as my cock still twitches from the memory of your grinding. Your confident swagger as you tip toe past the players, all trying to get your attention with their pathetic looks and their lame chat up lines, keeps my attention, but I remain in place. My finger running around the rim of your glass, my eyes fixed on you as you realise that there is a big difference between those you have just walked past, and what you have walked away from.

Watching from above as you glide across the dance floor, my finger dips into your drink, caressing the ice cube before bringing it to my lips to taste it.

This is when you turn around expecting to see me 5 steps behind you..........

Head held high, hips swinging I turn and realise you're not behind me. I glance around and realise that you're still up on the balcony toying with my discarded drink and watching me seek you. I catch your eye and give you a small flirtatious but yet dismissive smile. About to shrug my shoulders and leave, I see you caress the ice with your tongue and your eyes capture mine with such intensity it causes my nipples to unwittingly harden.

A slow lazy smile spreads across your face and it becomes apparent that you're aware of the effect you're having on me as my rigid nipples strain through the fabric of my top.

I stand frozen and undecided, part of me is desperate to come and talk to you but you clearly have no intention of descending from the balcony and coming to me. We're at a stalemate, eyes locked. The sudden realisation that you're a very different concept to the others who are vying for my attention causes a ripple of heat to course through my body; heat and wetness erupting in my pussy.

I slowly turn and walk to the bar, leaning back against it with my shoulders back and boobs jutting into the air. I continue to hold your gaze and smile at you; you see I like to tease as well.....

As I take your drink and bring it to my lips I come to the pleasant conclusion that I have met my match and nemesis all in one. Knocking back the drink in one movement, I hold my head back for a little while longer, trying to hide the fact I hate Jack Daniels.

As my gaze returns to you, I see you leaning against the bar, back arched with nipples getting harder by the second and my mind instantly turns to thoughts of your wet pussy and how much your clit is throbbing right now. The site excites me, physically and mentally, as I watch the crowd in front of you, both men and women, and brave few who approach you. I see your hand rest on ones shoulder looking over the other as you talk in his ear before he turns and walks away, dejected.

I see the redhead approach you and for the first time, briefly, your attention is no longer on me, as you place your hand on the small of her back. You talk and as you lean in to her ear, you quickly glance up at me before she steps back slightly and lowers her head, tilting it to the side as she hooks her long hair behind her ear before tilting it back up to face you and smiling. I don't know what you said to her, and I'm more intrigued when she glances directly towards me before going back to you. She leans in and whispers into your ear before walking away to the dance floor, looking up at me one last time before she goes back to dancing.

Our eyes meet once more as I hold up your empty glass, before placing it on the table beside me. I can't help but notice your firm breasts and hard nipples, but more than anything your confidence excites me and the night is so young my mind can't help but imagine the possibilities.....

As I wait, draped seductively across the bar, several guys approach me. I'm impatient, I have no time for these boys but I sweetly and gently let them down; it's not their fault that they're not you. I watch as you down my drink and my nipples tighten further at the manliness of your actions. I watch as tendons strain and muscles flex as you lift your forearm and raise my glass to me in a toast. I raise an eyebrow in acknowledgement, careful to remain casual, as even though I know there is no way you're leaving without me tonight I want to make it clear to you that you haven't won me yet.

A playmate of mine approaches in the shape of a gorgeous redhead and I point you out to her, keen to know if she knows who you are, this stranger who has me so captivated. She's never seen you before either but I can tell she's curious at the effect you're having on me. She teases me, telling me she can smell how wet I am and that I'll have someone's eye out with my nipples but sensing that tonight I'm a lost cause, after a few minutes flirtation she turns and returns to the dance floor.

Refusing several offers I buy my own drink. I take a piece of ice and place it in my mouth. With my eyes on you I remove the ice from my mouth and sensually rub it along my collar bone, sliding it down my breastbone and cleavage, cooling myself in this sticky sweaty club. As the ice in my hand melts it drips a trail down my wrist. Without thinking I catch it with my tongue, I'm distracted, intent on catching the moisture before it reaches my elbow. Then suddenly I feel your eyes burning into me. I look up and you're stood in front of me. There's an air of danger about you and I shudder with longing, I've never wanted anyone more.....

Standing side on to you, I lean across the dimly lit bar to softly ask the bar maid for a drink, looking across the array of spirits on the bar back. As she returns I point to something and whisper in her ear, drawing in her scent as my chest expands, before pulling out a bar stool. Still facing the bar you hear me.

"Sit"

The drinks arrive, taking a shot in one hand and placing the other on the bar in front of the stool.

"Drink"

I raise my drink slightly, holding it out in front of me, close to my chest, I wait........

Trying to disguise my trembling I quickly hop on to the barstool. I sense that the time for games is over and I'm eager to obey but still can't resist a little bit of cheek and so lifting the glass I quickly turn to you and wink, clink my glass against yours and down it, wincing as the alcohol burns my throat...

I sit watching you intensely as you down your shot before slowly drinking mine. My head bows as I choose to hide my smile at your cheekiness but it proves pointless, as the glint in my eye as I look back gives me away.

The club is dark and hot, your tight top still clinging to your breasts as your ever hardening nipples betray you. Not even the candle light from behind the bar let's me see how you are dressed, the only hint I get is the visible line from the side of your thong, or maybe it's a g string, regardless of which I lean forward, taking in your scent, my Achilles heel so to speak. My fingers trail from your outer ankle along your calf to your thigh before resting on your hip, toying with the thin strap of your underwear. My mouth again next to your ear as I whisper...

"Remove them"

Even though the club is hot and sticky I shiver as I feel your touch slide lazily up my leg before coming to rest on my hip. I force myself to remain calm and not squirm. My heart is pounding in time with the sexy beat of the music that reverberates through the floor.

You lean in and whisper in my ear and that one command is enough to flood my pussy with wetness. I can feel how sticky I'm getting; hot and bubbling. You're a stranger who's spoken barely ten words to me and yet I don't hesitate to obey. I lean in close to you, using your body to shield me from the busy club and quickly slide my knickers from under my skirt down my thighs, quickly untangling them from my heels. Straightening up I give you a cocky challenging smile and push my soaking wet underwear in your pocket and hop back onto my stool, demurely crossing my legs.....

Looking into your eyes, I smile at you for the first time..
"Good girl", as my hand reaches into my pocket and I take your discarded knickers between my thumb and finger, feeling the slick wetness I am responsible for.

My other hand reaches for my drink as I eye you up and down, stopping at your crossed legs before looking straight into your eyes.*

"I think we are done with demure this evening aren't we"

I love to please and I momentarily luxuriate in your praise as I watch you devour me with your eyes. I hear your comment but wait, forcing myself to remain still until I'm unable to pause any longer. Legs still crossed I swivel on my stool until I am directly facing you and then ever so slowly uncross my legs until they are flat on the stool, pressed tightly together. My eyes hold yours but your face is at this moment impossible to read. Finally I submit and slowly widen my thighs, exposing myself to you. I can't help emitting a tiny whimper as I feel the air on my naked dripping pussy. And so I sit on my stool, thighs open waiting to see what will happen next....

"Another two shots please, plus the same again for my girl, tall glass extra ice thank you"

I move my stool closer and sit down next to you, my left knee pressed against the outside of your left thigh, you between me and the bar.

The drinks arrive, this time 3 shots as I hand one to you, and one back to the bar maid, "merry Christmas!" as we all chink and then down them, collecting your glass and handing it with mine back to her. She looks at you, looks down over your chest the way women seem to, only for a little longer than necessary before turning to me and smiling.

I smile back before turning to you, handing you your drink, deftly taking an ice cube in my hand as you grip your drink....

I shiver as I hear you describe me as 'your girl', some would consider it horribly presumptuous but to me, as much as I flit and dismiss people I secretly long to belong, I've just never met someone worthy of it, until now anyway....

I return the pressure of your knee against my thigh, making the touch deliberate not accidental. I use the time whilst your speaking to the bar maid to quickly run my eyes over you, taking in your clothing, your body, the contours of your face. I do this quickly and discreetly in the way that only women can, careful to avoid being caught checking you out.

I sit quietly on my stool, obediently downing another shot and then taking the drink you give to me. I can't help but notice your hands as you do this, I have a thing about hands, I like them manly and rugged; hands that are capable of causing me many a mischief. I smile in acknowledgement of the drink, still yet to utter a word to you...

I feel the pressure from your thighs against mine, glancing down at your open thighs raking note of how high your skirt has risen. Not high enough for me to see that wet pussy, not yet anyway, but then again I have plans for your pussy way before you expose it to me fully.

The fact that the seat is leather gives me thoughts of your bare legs against the material, and later when you return from your next visit to the washroom, after I've gotten the bar maid to clean it down, the back of your skirt raised halfway up your cheeks with your dripping, spread pussy flat against the leather.

I move forward to block everyone's view of you, everyone except the bar maid who can only really see if she leans over the bar. But I imagine the look on your face will tell her all she needs to know.

My hand lazily falls to your knees, gently teasing the ice cube over it, trailing along the inside of your thigh, all the while I'm looking around the club. Instinctively your knees snap shut, which prompts me to quickly look deep into your eyes......

I can't help but emit a tiny whimper as the deliciously cold ice touches my hot skin. It sends goose bumps along my thighs and my already hard nipples tighten further. I adore playing with ice, it's something I do when I play alone in bed and now this intoxicating stranger is running an ice cube up my thigh, inching ever higher. I can't help but snap my knees together trapping your hand and the ice between them. I want this so badly but the unexpected realisation of a fantasy is somewhat overwhelming.

You look deep in my eyes and slowly my legs open as I submit to you. I'm rewarded with a smile and the ice continues its journey up my thigh. I love how close you are to me, how you're using your body to conceal me from the busy club; it's thoughtful, gentlemanly and also a little possessive and it only serves to make me submit to you further.

I close my eyes to the sensation of the ice on its deliciously slow exploration of my thigh and without thinking reach out a hand and hook a finger through a belt loop on your trousers, pulling you closer towards me......

"Good girl"

My hand remains still as your thighs part once more, finding it a relief that my potential intrusion met with little resistance. Had they remained apart, it would mean you were simply mine tonight, that I could have been anyone in this position. As captivated as you are by me, you never gave it up easily, and I respect that.

As the ice cube gently slides along your inner thigh, reaching the heat then switching to the other before trailing down that side, my other hand grabs yours as you reach for my belt.....

"Fingers interlocked behind your back, don't move unless instructed"

I feel my clit twitch as I hear you praise me; only two words but they have such an effect. Eyes closed, hand reaching for your belt I hear your command. My eyes open and deprived of the opportunity to touch you I pout like a little girl. However I can see in your face that this only serves to amuse you. I'm used to getting my own way but I adore being told what to do and so grudgingly I obey and place both hands behind my back interlacing my fingers. In slight protest I close my legs once more on your hand but one look at your face has me quickly opening them and submitting to you....

"Close them once more and you won't have your orgasm this evening"

I rock forward slightly letting you feel my hard cock against your thigh. I know this in itself represents a reward of sorts in that you know you are pleasing me, just what lengths you will go to to please me remain to be seen.

I look down slowly over your body, admiring your long hair, your firm breasts and your hard nipples, wondering if they prefer pain or simple mental torture, time will tell.

After one quick glance around the club, a smile from your red headed playmate and my attention returns to you and the now almost finished ice cube. I look at your glass then at you, noting the three full ice cubes and the rest of your drink.

"Finish your drink girl and hand me them, one at a time"

Upon hearing you chastise me a tiny part of me considers simply getting up and leaving, I have a stubborn streak in me. However I remain seated knowing that if I leave there will be no second chance.

To consolidate my decision I feel you press your thick hard cock against my thigh. Both the feel of your cock and the proof that I have pleased you only serve to make me wetter, stickier. I'm desperate to touch you but sit as instructed with my hands behind my back.

I watch as you glance around the club and take the opportunity to squirm on the stool momentarily catching my throbbing clit on the lather seat. I don't know if you caught what I did but you make no comment, instead telling me to finish my drink. I pick my glass up and quickly drain it, the alcohol serving to increase the beating pulse between my legs. I fish the ice cubes out and place them on my palm and, as instructed, hand them over to you one at a time....

Taking the first cube in my hand I begin to run it along your inner thighs, all the time looking directly into your eyes, smiling. I feel the warmth of your pussy and almost immediately the back of my fingers feel your dripping wet lips. My cock throbs and my heart races, but I don't let it show. Deftly my two fingers part your lips as I rest the ice against the folds, pausing briefly to allow you to catch your breath. Then, slowly I feed the ice inside you, slipping in with ease as you are so wet. Once inside completely I lean in and whisper...

"Put the other two inside girl"

I smile back at you luxuriating in your smile. Your hand and the ice inching ever higher until finally I feel your fingers on my sopping wet pussy. I try and read your face but you merely continue to smile into my eyes.

The ice touches my hot, bubbling pussy and I bite back a squeak at the contrast in temperatures. I want to swoon as I feel your fingers part my lips but taking my lead from you I remain still. As you push the ice cube inside me my pussy contracts and throbs around it, gripping it in protest of its icy consistency. I sit on the stool with two ice cubes still in the palm of my hand and one inside me feeling the ice start to melt and mix with my wetness, feel it gloss the tops of my thighs.

You command me to put the other two inside me. I hesitate waiting until the bar maid turns away to pour a drink and then quickly slide the two ice cubes into my tight, wet pussy. I adore this sensation and sit squirming slightly waiting for you to make your next move.....

I sit and watch you struggle, both with the ice cube deep inside your wet sticky pussy, and with the subsequent command.

By now the bar maid has moved closer, at the end of the bar fascinated by the events unfolding in front of her, a bar towel over the taps indicates she has no interest in serving anyone else tonight. I smile to myself, as the thought of asking for a towel for you to indicate the same crosses my mind, but we don't need to broadcast any such statement, we both know who you belong to tonight.

I watch as you finish the third cube, squirming slightly before returning your arms to their place behind your back. My hand reaches up with the backs of my fingers stroking your face.

"Good girl, very good girl"
I order more drinks and let the bar maid know she can bring them over to us later.

"You will join me back at the balcony, as soon as the ice cubes have completely melted. I suggest you go dance to help them melt quicker. I'll be watching you from above."

I take your hand and place it firmly around the bulge in my trousers.

"You'd do well to make sure this stays this hard while I'm watching you."

Oh I never back down from a challenge and quickly slide off the wet stool, the feeling of your thick, hard, twitching cock in my mind. I head to the dance floor and am immediately joined by my red headed playmate. I absolutely love to dance, to lose myself in the sexy rhythmic beat of the music and the alcohol and the lust coursing through me only serve to increase my rhythm. My friend leans in close to me, her hands on my hips as we begin to move to the music. We're familiar with each other's bodies and quickly find our rhythm, instinctively moving in time with each other. She looks into my lust glazed eyes and I feel her hands slide from my hips until they're caressing my bum, as our pelvises touch and nipples grind.




Don't Move...



However enjoyable this is, my mind is on you and I break away and turn until I'm facing away from her and can see you up on the balcony watching me. My nipples tingle as I see you smile. My playmate is quick to slide in behind me, her hands once again on my hips as we twist and writhe in time to the music. I slowly raise my arms in the air so my breasts jut proudly for you then I lower them, running my fingers through my hair, tracing my hands over the sides of my round boobs, along the curves of my waist and hips. I do this slowly and sensually, revelling both in the sensations of my touch and in the effect I imagine my actions are having on you.

I circle my hips in unison with my playmate, slowly bending my knees and lowering my body until I arch my back and straightening my knees I teasingly present my ass to my playmate, circling it until she begins to spank me. My pussy spasms at this and I feel the ice inside me as it contracts around it. I'm so turned on right now, the amalgamation of you; the alcohol, my playmate and my performance for you all combine to create a bubbling stickiness in my aching pussy. I can feel the ice beginning to melt and drip down my thighs. I'm enjoying myself but I know that if I stay here playing longer than it takes for the ice to melt there will be a punishment, and even though my clit throbs at that thought I'm eager to obey and so with a smile for my playmate I turn to leave the dance floor.

With my eyes on you, the hand on my wrist takes me by surprise. My playmate is reluctant to let me go and gripping me firmly she spins me, pulling me tightly into her. I feel the fingers of her other hand slide through my hair and then she's kissing me. Softly at first and then deeper and more passionate. She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth and my body explodes with lust. I submit to her, opening my mouth to accept her tongue. She kisses me on and on until neither of us can breathe, her breasts crushed against mine. Remembering you, I break away from her. I lean in and whisper in her ear and then with one last soft kiss I turn and make my way slowly up the stairs to the balcony. My thighs are trembling; the ice has completely melted now. I'm apprehensive, unsure if I what you have just seen will have pleased you or if I'll be in trouble. But I straighten my shoulders and approach you with a confident, flirtatious smile on my face.....

I pause and watch you walk away, imagining your pussy clinging to the ice, willing it to at least make it to the dance floor with you.

As I stand, a feeling I haven't had in a long time comes over me. My inner thigh becomes cold all of a sudden as the movement of standing moves my cock in such a way, the pre cum inside the shaft and in the tip trickles out and immediately cools as the material of my boxers leaves a gap before cooling the sticky liquid.

I walk up the few stairs up to the balcony and lean against the rail where I made that heart of yours skip a beat or five, always watching you from the corner of my eye partly out of curiosity as to your next move, and partly predatory in the hope none of the 'others' take up any of my time by approaching you.

I watch as you shimmy your way across the dance floor, at first wondering where you are headed so determined but then see the red head a few yards ahead of you and my cock begins

to throb. Partly because I can envisage what is about to follow and, yes being a guy, the thought turns me on, but not typically. It's not just the sight of you with her I anticipate, it's the fact you are doing it to please me, the reason it is going to happen.

I think to myself that right now I should be reaching out to grip your hair in my fist, gently but firmly pulling your head back and whispering to you 'good girl'.

This isn't necessary; you can see from the look in my eyes that you are my good girl.

I watch, mesmerized, and pleased, hard, wet but most of all proud. You know how to use your body and I can see how much you ache for me to know how to control it completely...

I watch you with her; the sight is wonderful and incredibly erotic to me, as I switch my weight to the other leg from time to time, my cock remaining hard and wet.

I'm completely lost in the view and the rest of the world is a blur as I watch, you friend seemingly as predatory as I am, assuming I have left you for the night, delighting in the thought of using your body instead of me. This turns me on more as I feel like a fly on the wall, her completely oblivious to my presence above, and elated at the thought of another night with her delicious playmate.

I see you turn to walk away when she grabs you looking confused. I watch you kiss for what seems like an eternity before you whisper to her and walk away.

My eyes follow you as far as the bottom of the stairs. From that point my view is obstructed by two guys standing a few feet from me. Their change in stance as they straighten up tells me they must have seen what I saw and assumed their luck was in. Their chests rise, almost ape like as they get ready to present themselves to you, only to watch you pass them by and continue towards me.

You are only a few feet from me when I turn back towards the dance floor, apparently ignoring you. This confuses you and stops you in your tracks. You turn towards the dance floor too, not knowing what to do but stand at the rail and wait. The guys look at you, then me and back at you before boldly walking towards you. They start to talk to you, but you are aware of my presence and try to ignore them.

I decide to put them out of their misery and walk towards you. As I start to lean in to talk to you, I feel a hand on my shoulder and a stern voice

'Oi mate, do you mind!'
I look up to see them both; I look at the hand on my shoulder then up at his face,

'I mind', and with that I continue towards your ear, my hand on your ass,

'Good girl, very good girl'........

By this point, you know exactly how pleased I am as I turn, slowly, very slowly gliding my hand across your ass.......

'Come!' is all I offer as I move further along the balcony, just out of sight of the main lights, and stand facing the dance floor leave just enough room in front of me for my good girl...........

I stand before you trembling, partly with desire, partly with anticipation of what will happen next. I can tell from the bulge in your trousers that I have pleased you. I hope I've proved to you that I'm eager to obey and submit, although I'm not a pushover you have to earn my respect.

I'm deferring to you now, waiting for you to take the lead and so I lean against the railing with my back to the dance floor, my eyes on you, waiting....

I love the feeling of your hand on my ass; it's sexual but also possessive; a clear sign
that I'm yours, both to me and to those watching. I hear you praise me and feel like purring like a kitten in pleasure of it. I feel surer of you now and don't hesitate when you command me to come with you. I follow you further along the balcony into a darker area and watch as you stand and look out towards the dance floor. I slide in between you and the railing, feeling the atmosphere between us. The sexual tension is so strong there are probably sparks shooting off us. A small smile appears on my face as this thought occurs to me. I realise how much I've enjoyed playing with a real contender.

I lean back on the balcony railing enjoying your proximity to me. I like how this enables me to notice all the tiny details about you; your scent, the tiny flecks of colour in your eyes,
the length of your neck. My nipples are once again protruding through my top, teasing you and I notice as you clock them and smile teasingly at me, arching an eyebrow in recognition. I can't help myself and once again my hand reaches out towards your belt loops, hooking a finger through them and pulling you towards me. We're already very close but I want you touching me, want to feel your thighs pressing into mine. I want to feel the bulge in your trousers, the bulge that I've created. I can feel the heat coming off of your body in the sweaty, sticky club as I slide a thigh between yours. I'm trembling ever so slightly and for the moment I behave, resisting the urge to wickedly twist my hips on your cock. I merely continue to

lean against the railing; my legs entwined with yours and wait...

I smile, not just at your hard nipples, but also your fingers grabbing at my belt pulling me closer. Many Dom/mes are so up themselves they don't understand the beauty of a spirited, playful and mischievous submissive. Me, I insist on it!

My cock throbs as it's pressed tightly between us and for the first time I find myself staring straight into your eyes, feeling your breath on me as I take in your scent, only this time it's

mixed with another's. I lift my hand to your face, stroking your cheek with the backs of my fingers before gently wiping your smudged lipstick with my thumb.

My hands return to the rail as I push my knee firmly between your thighs, placing my foot on the rail below and lifting you, pressing against your dripping wet pussy before my heel locks into place on the bar as I lower you slightly, holding you completely.

The warmth and wetness of your pussy gently soaking my knee as I eye my new toy.... 'So how was your dance?'

'Wow' I think to myself as I straddle your thigh. Such a simple manoeuvre but so incredibly erotic and masculine. I can't help but emit a tiny whimper as your knee momentarily presses into my pussy and catches on my throbbing clit. I desperately want to squirm and grind on your thigh, to tease my aching clit on you but I force myself to remain still, enjoying the delicious torture.

I've been waiting all night to get this close to you, to talk to you, to touch you and I'm enjoying this quiet intimate moment between us. I begin to answer your question, telling you how I enjoyed the dance. Enjoyed both teasing you and pleasing you and as I talk I unconsciously reach out to touch you, my fingers walking themselves up your chest and over your shoulder until I'm caressing the back of your neck.

As I perch on you thigh I'm aware of how wet I am and how my naked slit must be soaking through your trousers into your knee. This though in itself further arouses me and I shift slightly, enjoying the sensations it produces. I lift a hand to casually brush my hair off of my face but it's a deliberate action that allows me to arch my back and lift my breasts, pushing them towards you. I can't help it I just love to tease and the thought that I might be chastised or punished for doing so only proves to be a further turn on for me.

As much as I'm enjoying this quiet moment between us I'm aware that really this is just the beginning and I can't wait to see what you have in store for me...

Staring into your eyes intently, watching your expression as your body marks its territory and your mind searches for answers in my eyes that it can't find.

My mind starts to go into overtime as I realise you have yet to witness what it means to REALLY be teased. By the morning you are going to ache for my cock and every single drop from it.

The bar maid comes over with two more shots, a beer for me and a tall glass of ice, 'do you need anything else? It's last orders'.

I take the drinks placing them on the shelf beside us, handing both shots to you. Our bodies part as I remove my wallet to pay her plus tip, the wetness from your pussy quickly cools on my thigh as the material of my trousers leaves a gap of air, 'thanks I think we'll be gone for

now, but you might be able to recommend a hotel nearby?'

She takes the money, smiling at me as she glances down at your chest again, my eyes on you to see how you react to the fact she knows exactly how turned on you are, do you think she understands why your nipples are so hard and why your delicious cunt is so wet?. I'm snapped out of my thoughts as she hands me a piece of paper, a familiar name hotel with directions. I thank her and she leaves us.

I look at you and then the shots, holding my hand out for them, 'turn to the dance floor, legs parted hands on rails, don't move unless I say'...........

Just as I'm enjoying our quiet little moment we're interrupted by the bar maid approaching with more drinks. I smile at her and then my nipples begin to throb as I catch sight of the tall glass of ice on the tray in her hands. My eyes move from the ice filled glass and back to you, my mind excited by the appearance of the ice that you've ordered, and so deliberate I think to myself; not a drink but a glass filled with only ice...mmm... but you're reaching for your wallet and busying yourself with the bar maid. I wait whilst you pay accepting the drinks you pass to me to hold.

I lean back against the railing as I wait and think that I was right to savour that momentary interlude of closeness, I have a feeling that you'll not be giving me many more of those this evening and already I'm missing the feeling of being sat on your thigh. I'm slightly
pacified when I hear you ask the bar maid to recommend a hotel for the evening. As she does so she shoots me a look, it's a complicated look that manages to convey a million things in a quick glance. Although I'm sure that by working here she's seen it all before there's no doubt that she's intrigued by what she's observed this evening, it seems she's also a little appreciative of my obvious arousal. I watch as she turns to you and smiles, thereby including you in our unspoken communication.

She turns to leave and I step forward keen to continue where we left off bit it seems you have other ideas. You take the drinks out off my hands and then issue instructions. I do as I'm told and quickly turn away from you, spreading my thighs and placing my hands on the railing. A slight thrill goes through me as I obey your command and my clit begins to throb as my dripping slit is exposed to the cool air by the act of spreading my legs. I obediently assume this position and wait...

My cock throbs once more at your obedience and I smile to myself, in recognition of the fact that your eagerness to please and obey will be at odds with your mischievous nature tonight. The mildly sadistic side of me looks forward to your inner struggle as I see the brief exchange of looks between you and her. I don't know for sure if her realising how turned on you are excites you more, or irritates you for the fact she's has interrupted our intimacy. ... I guess time will tell.

I see your face light up at the sight of the glass of ice and the many questions it presents.
How will I use it? Where will I use it? Will I use it all? Or is its presence simply there to tease you, a constant reminder of your earlier dance and the time at the bar where you gave

yourself to me.

Seizing the opportunity change things a little, I give you a simple but specific command, partly in preparation for my use of your body, partly to test your obedience.
I stand behind you, pressing tightly against you, just as I did at the beginning. My cock pressed firmly against your ass as I reach around placing the glass of ice directly in front of you on the ledge. Taking a cube out, along with my hand it disappears behind you and I pause for a moment to allow a million and one thoughts to run through your mind.

Suddenly, the familiar warmth of my breath at your ear as the vibrations of my voice takes over those from the music...

'Good girl', I whisper, 'such eagerness to please, so little effort to obey my commands, you are a rare breed - especially as you still don't know what I have in store for you'.

My hand reaches behind you, trailing the ice cube along the back of your thigh...'I know you may be wondering what will happen to you tonight, what is expected of you', tracing the ice across your cheeks, 'but one thing you need to realise, don't confuse play with punishment.

I will play you, tease you, use you'. Sliding the ice between your legs, running it slowly along your dripping wet lips, 'but should I need to punish you it will be done out of necessity and not want, as it will be needed to correct my failings in taking control of you'.

Parting your lips, I slip what's left of the ice inside you, deliberately taking my time to push it all the way in with two fingers, leaving them there as I slowly slide them back and forth, 'don't you think my time will be better spent rewarding you than punishing you? Wouldn't you rather find ways to please me than push me?'

I slowly remove my fingers, pressing against you again as I lift my hand and bring my fingers to your mouth, trailing your juices across your lips as I go. 'Tell me girl, just how are you imagining earning your first orgasm tonight?'......

I deliberately relax my body against yours as you step up behind me. I refuse to be a quivering wreck, waiting for you to make your move. I'm intrigued and aroused beyond belief but I'm still confident in my ability to hold my own. I feel your cock press into me and as you pause before beginning to tease me with the ice I start to move my hips in tiny figure eight motions. Nearly imperceptible at first, and then as you continue to make me wait, my actions become more obvious as I grind my ass on your cock.

I'm distracted by your voice in my ear, as you seductively whisper your praise of me I bask slightly in it. I do so love to please and I resolve to be good and not test my limits. You continue speaking telling me of how you intend to play with me, tease me and use me and I'm not sure if that's a threat or a promise; regardless of which I shiver in anticipation. As you speak I'm distracted by the ice cube in your fingers being teased along my dripping gash. A chill runs through me and my hands tighten on the railing of the balcony as I fight to conceal

the effect the ice cube and your words are having on me. You talk of punishing me and I remind myself of my resolve to be good, that I mustn't deliberately provoke you into punishing me. I remind myself of the events of the evening and think that provoking you could be a dangerous game...but then I did always love playing with fire.

I'm lost in my thoughts but then I gasp aloud as I feel the ice pushed inside me by two of your fingers. As my hot, bubbling pussy contracts around the ice my fingers clench tight on the railing. But then all pretence is lost as you swiftly thrust your fingers in and out of my throbbing cunt. My eyes are tightly shut and I gasp and whimper only just fighting down a scream. I absolutely adore being fingered; in fact it's the easiest way to make me cum. I try and regain some composure, eager to conceal the effect your actions are having on me in order not to divulge my hand as it were but then I hear what you're saying to me and it's as if you've read my mind... you're encouraging me to please you rather than to push you. I feel guilty and caught out; can you really read me that well? Or am I just a walking cliché? I wonder to myself or perhaps I'm flattering myself and that you issue this warning to all.

As I'm pondering this you bring your pussy wet fingers to my mouth and trace around my lips. I love to taste myself but remembering my earlier resolve; I refrain from sucking your fingers and simply slide my tongue around my lips instead... Delicious. You press your body against mine once more and ask how I intend to earn my first orgasm of the evening. A million images run through my head, each filthier than the previous one. But I'm wary of showing my true colours and I simply smile sweetly and lean forward and press my lips fleetingly against yours so you can taste my wetness. I then answer you by saying 'in whatever way pleases you'.....

'Trust me girl, there is nothing typical about you or your submission, I'm simply letting you know that punishment is not something to look forward to. If the thought of being punished make that clit of yours throb, then clearly you have yet to receive a true punishment'.




Don't Move...



My hands grip yours on the rail once more, my knee rising up between your thighs once more, only this time from behind as the now familiar 'click' of my heel locking into the rail below leaves you once again perched on my thigh, soaking it once more.
My chin pressed against your shoulder, my lips at your ear once more...

'You know girl, I'm so glad you aren't prudish when it comes to the word cunt', a distinctive, deliberate emphasis on the first and last letters cause your chest to rise as you take in a sharp breath.

'The word is so underrated and so quickly dismissed as vulgar when the sight of an eager sub, finger fucking her delicious wet cunt on command is truly wonderful and I look forward to you fucking yourself for me tonight, waiting until you have permission to come'.

My hands move on front of you, gently brushing your nipples as they journey downwards between your legs.

Delving under your skirt my left hand slowly trails across your mound, fully aware of the dripping cunt below it. 'You know my last sub always favoured my left hand, often when driving down the motorway, or back from a club her clit would be teased and tortured the entire time, before a sudden countdown from ten to one would indicate the moment she was allowed release'.

My fingers move lower trailing across your wet lips, one either side as I part them, exposing your throbbing aching clit. I do enjoy the feel of your slick juices, the heat and the engorged flesh.

It's just as well we are on the darker part of the balcony so only those purposely looking for you would have the slightest idea of what you are going through. A finger slips easily inside you, followed by a second. At first curling upwards inside you; gently massaging that spot as the pressure of my hand against your throbbing clit forces a stifled moan. Slowly I start to withdraw which causes your body to beg for my fingers, before thrusting them both back inside you. I keep repeating this over and over, each time slower coming out, each time faster thrusting in.

My other hand reaches up and takes your hair in my fist, pulling your head back as my fingers fuck your wet cunt so deep.

'Well girl it seems your redheaded friend isn't done with you yet......'

My clit does throb at the thought of punishment but 'we'll see' I think to myself. Somehow your warning only serves to intrigue me further.

Once again I'm perched on your knee and it's even nicer this way with my back against your chest and your arms around me. It feels possessive and yet safe and still wildly erotic as I'm spread over your thigh. I shiver as you growl the word 'cunt' in my ear, smiling to hear that my use of it has pleased you. I think to myself how that used in the right context it's the perfect word, there's something so demonstrably erotic about it. But then coming from the right person, I do have a weakness for utter filth being whispered and growled into my ear.

I'm distracted from my thoughts as your fingers slide into me. I feel you make a 'come here' motion inside me and I want to scream. I adore being loud and having to whimper and stifle my moans is a struggle for me. It's taking all of my willpower not to beg you to fuck me, to plead with you to shove your cock ball deep in my aching cunt and fuck me ragged but I bite down hard on my lip and refrain. As you thrust your fingers faster and harder I can feel them catching on my g spot as your thumb rubs my clit. I'm squirming, my breath coming out in ragged gasps. My entire body is trembling and shuddering and I'm so close to the edge right now.

I turn my head in preparation to bite down hard on your shoulder but as I turn your fingers slide through my hair as you grip me tightly and pull my head back. A thrill surges through my body as you restrain me in this way and I clench tightly around your fingers. My eyes are tightly shut as I balance on the edge of orgasm but at your next words they fly open. I look around wildly for my red headed playmate. Where is she and how much has she seen? I'm too

aroused to be embarrassed but I'm still conflicted. part of me has no desire at all to share you, I feel jealous and possessive; I want you all to myself and her presence is an intrusion but there's another part of me that likes the thought of being watched and I arch my back and moan louder as I continue to look for her.....

'Too be honest girl, I don't know how long she has been sat watching you from the bar, but judging by her red cheeks and hard nipples I would say quite a while. My main concern was the space either side of us and any unwanted onlookers or intruders'.

I feel your head twist, eager to find her but I grip your hair on my fist tighter, pressing harder against you as a third finger eases inside your dripping cunt.

'Your only concern should be me and keeping my cock hard, why do you think I drew you into this dark area where we won't be bothered and no one can see. If your playmate has been watching you be used and played by me, it is because I have allowed it, and as for sharing, don't think for one second your little 'show' on the dance floor didn't tell me you like to have your cake and eat it or just how possessive your playmate can be'.

Pulling your head back further completely exposing your neck, my lips gently trail along it; all the while my three fingers stretching you wide as they slowly torture your cunt. I know how close you are, I know how much you are aching to come but I'm going to keep you just bubbling under nicely for a while.

My lips open wider as my teeth gently bite along your neck, tugging at your skin mixing pain with the pleasure of my fingers.

'If I decide to share you then I will, just because you're bi doesn't mean you can pick and choose when you are. How else am I going to grip your hair as I pull your mouth down onto my cock while another toy fucks you with a strap on? You see you're not the only one with hundreds of filthy, debauched ideas running through your head. So tell me girl, just how do you feel knowing that your playmates cunt is probably as wet as yours and that she has been watching us the whole time since you left her on the dance floor?'

I love that gentlemanly aspect about you and how you were careful to protect me from view, I noticed that earlier when we were at the bar and I respect you for it.

'Oh my god' I can't help but whimper as I feel a third finger pushed inside me. I'm so wet you slide in easily but I'm tight and feel deliciously full. I'm gasping and squirming as you grip my head tighter still and then I think I've died and gone to heaven as you begin to nibble and bite at my neck. I adore being bitten and combined with the restraint; the pain and the fingering I'm dangerously close, not only to cumming but to squirting and covering you in sweet, sticky cum. I'm trembling so hard and my nipples are rigid and aching for your mouth on them. At this moment all thoughts of pushing you are gone and It's all I can do to prevent myself begging you, pleading that 'I'll do anything' if you'll just let me cum.

Once again I feel like you're getting inside my head with your comment on picking and choosing; that's exactly what I do. But then my heart beats slightly faster as the image of me spit roasted pops into my head with your words. Mmmm I love that thought, only in my fantasies it's another man. Just as I'm disappearing into a filthy little fabrication you ask me how I feel that my playmate has been watching the whole time. The thought causes me to softly moan as I imagine the effect this will have had on her. Part of her will be furious and wildly jealous, but she'll also be dripping wet. I smile as I remember the sweet taste of her delicious cunt and her big puffy brown nipples. I describe all this and more to you knowing that as I do so there's a chance you'll be displeased by my obvious teasing....

'If you're to become mine then of course I'm going to protect you from certain 'elements', and as for gentlemanly, that's what separates people like me from those below don't you think?'

I release my knee from between your thighs, moving it back slightly as I continue my assault on your neck, occasionally brushing my lips against yours before returning to your neck. The removal of my knee creates more space for my arm as I push my fingers deeper, curling the middle one against that spongy area around your G spot.

'Why would your playmate be furious or jealous, that would indicate envy when, if anything, I should be the envious one. After all I have yet to feel the pleasure of your cunt spread wide over my face, which I would imagine she has had many times already. Also I am sure that by now she has one or two reasons to punish you, which may come in useful when the inevitable happens and I need to punish you too. Thoughts of you bound tightly, my cock inches from your face being devoured by her as you beg and plead for my come, promising and pleading that you'll be a good girl if only you could receive my hot thick juices down your throat'.

I slowly start to work my fingers, stretching you, fucking you, forcing myself deeper, working your cunt keeping you on the edge until I'm ready to allow you release.....

'Will you do anything? It's a pretty big statement considering you still don't know what lengths I would push you to prove that, in fact you don't have a clue just how mildly and playfully sadistic I am. Unfortunately, no other man will be involved in your spit roasting, but don't worry; your holes will be teased, used and filled one way or another. My only regret is the amount of punishment you will go through before being permitted such pleasure, especially as you seem hell bent on pushing to be punished by constantly taking the risk if displeasing me....'

Your assault on my g spot is pushing me dangerously close to the edge. All the warning signs are there: my tummy is cramping, I'm whimpering and squirming away from you as the conflict of the pleasure and the pain overwhelms me .I can feel myself beginning to lose control. I want to beg you to stop but don't you dare. I'm desperate to bite down hard but you still have my hair firmly in your grip.

Oh she'll be mad but I'm not sure she'll join forces with you in order to punish me. Besides I've always been able to wrap her around my little finger as I flit and play her hot and cold.

And she'll certainly be jealous, for one she'll know that you're exactly my type. She knows how I crave for someone to dominate me and play me at my own game.

'Oh now THAT is a challenge if ever I saw one, training one dirty little cunt soaked slut how to behave and please me whilst showing her little redheaded fuck toy just how easily she gets manipulated by you, and taking her under my wings in showing her just how much she can tease, use and punish you back, man is this going to be fun.'

I slow my rhythm between your legs, pressing harder against your clit as my fingers slowly trail across it. They are soaked, webbed in places from your juices as they glisten in the disco lights. I pause for a while, allowing you to gather your thoughts, letting you get your breath back.

Confused, frustrated and disappointed you begin to face me,

'Face forward NOW', I press my body firmly against yours, releasing my grip on your hair, pinning you against the rail. 'Don't sulk, it doesn't suit you and before you even think about protesting (which is too late), the club is closing, so unless you want your orgasm and screams just as the music stops and the lights go up, I suggest you listen very carefully', lifting my cunt soaked hand up in front of your face, ' you can clean them with your mouth or I can call your play friend over and she can do the honours, what's it to be?

A delicious little thrill runs through me as you expose a little of your sadistic nature. It appeals to me and I have to fight back a smile as you earn a little more of my respect in the lengths you seem prepared to go to. Not to foil your plan though, but if I know
my fiery little playmate (and I do, intimately) then you're going to have a hard time convincing her to play with you.

As I lose the build up to my orgasm and the waves of lust subside I feel like I want to slap you and walk away. Who do you think you are playing with me like this? But then I feel you pin me to the balcony and talk sharply to me. I want to swoon this is exactly what I crave, someone who knows how to manage me. I'm quick to obey your direct order and I immediately face forwards and desist in my attempts to turn.

I feel slightly embarrassed as you explain your reasoning to me, you were being gentlemanly again in preventing me screaming at the exact time the music was turned off and I think perhaps I underestimated you.

Your glistening hand makes me lick my lips in anticipation, before you've even finished your offer I'm parting my luscious lips to suck your sticky fingers into my warm, wet mouth. I savour the flavour of my juices and also the feel of your rugged masculine fingers. I have a thing about hands and yours are lovely. Besides there was no way in hell I'd let her suck your fingers. You had it right when you said I'm a brat; I don't like to share...

I stand there proud of my eager toy, lapping away at her juices on my hands, her eyes looking up at me the entire time.

You are a brat, I knew that the moment you shimmied away from me when I first approached you, but my cock still throbs at the fact that you are still here. You can leave any time you want, yet here you are.

I hand you my cloakroom ticket, 'I'm going to the bathroom, I'll meet you in the foyer, you can say goodnight to your friend.'

Hmm I'm not exactly eager to say goodbye to my friend, I know she's going to give me a hard time but I square my shoulders and confidently approach her. I tell her that I had fun with her tonight and that she looks beautiful but that you're waiting for me and with a last kiss I turn to leave her. I know that she'll be able to taste my excitement on my lips but my thoughts are already on you.

I hurry to the cloakroom to retrieve your jacket, eager not to keep you waiting and then I make my way to the foyer to wait for you...

The foyer is crowded but I see you instantly, I deliberately take my time shuffling through the crowd, before reaching you and taking my jacket. As I turn round to face you, my hand reaches the back of your neck and I gently pull at your hair before leaning in to kiss you.

'Get a room' someone cries out, which reminds me and I reach into my pocket and pull out the paper from the barmaid.

I take your hand and lead you outside the club, a few minutes pass and a taxi pulls up. You get in first followed by me when I notice your playmate outside the club, nipples still hard but I suspect by now from the cold. She looks at me, an angry jealous look as I lean across the seats to the door, 'you can go home and fuck yourself thinking about her or you can come and be part of fucking her tonight......'

I feel momentarily cold and tired as I stand waiting for you. It's not my style to wait for someone and I feel vulnerable but then you're in front of me and I'm slightly surprised by how pleased I am to see you. Oh god and now you're kissing me. I love to be properly kissed, it drives me wild and yet no one seems to kiss any more. We're interrupted by catcalls and I duck my head in embarrassment but you take my hand and lead me outside, quietly protective and reassuring.

I climb into the waiting taxi and as you slide in behind me I gravitate towards you, eager to resume kissing you. It seems that you've got other ideas though and I initially wonder who on earth you could be calling to and inviting to fuck me. But then I catch a flash of red hair and I realise you've not given up on your earlier challenge. I glance across you, seemingly uninterested as you discuss me as if I'm not present. I can see how torn she is as her emotions flit across her face as she weighs up her options.

I slide closer to you pressing my thigh against yours and I slowly trail a hand seductively along your inner thigh. I don't like being ignored like this and I'm provocative in my efforts to regain your attention. I feel your cock twitch and harden as my hand eases higher and I begin to slowly stroke and caress your growing bulge through your trousers. I see a muscle flicker in your neck but you continue to ignore me as you wait for an answer.

Still she hesitates, undecided on which way to go. I know her well but regardless of this it's written across her face that whilst she desperately wants me, she want me on her terms, i.e. all to herself. She currently despises you for the way you've held my attention like no other has before and yet both our dance and the scene she witnessed on the balcony have ignited a spark within her and we can nearly see her reason with herself that sharing me has got to be better than nothing.

I'm feeling mildly annoyed by her presence, to me she's a fuck slut that I like to toy with when I'm bored and wanting attention. Technically I am submissive to her but she's never
been able to hold my attention or to control me and I would quite like her to disappear now so that I get you all to myself. But then I reconsider, thinking how much it would please you for her to join us. How you would be able to use her as a pawn in your domination of me and I squirm as this thought occurs to me.

You're running out of patience now, I can hear it in your voice as you ask her one final time and I'm not sure if I'm pleased or not when she climbs into the taxi with us....

The cold air to my left is completely forgotten as I feel your hand snake up my thigh. My cock twitches long before your hand reaches it when it continues to throb at your touch. It's all I can take to not acknowledge you as I have other matters to deal with first.

My hand reaches for the door, it doesn't matter whether she comes or not, as you point out she's simply a fuck slut, a pawn in our game as anyone else we bring into our bedroom is.

She stops me and climbs in and part of me wonders how you feel about it, part of me doesn't care, but your hand stroking my cock only reassures me of your desire to please me.

I deliberately leave the door open as I turn to her, 'I don't know your name and nor do I care, for as long as you are with us tonight you will be addressed as 'slut' and you will obey without question any command or action that takes place from this point onwards. When we are done with you you will leave and you can work out any frustration towards Emma next time you see her.

'The choice is yours....'

I turn to you, my hands parting your knees as I lean in to kiss you, this time more passionately, my hand reaching to your neck as I gently grip it at the front.

The door closes and I assume she has left as our mouths part enough for me to tell the driver which hotel to go to, I don't even look to see if she had joined us as my hand grips your neck just a little tighter before trailing down across your breasts, hooking under the fabric of your

top to take your nipple between my fingers. My other hand moves between your parted thighs and soon my fingers are parting your lips. I stop still looking directly into your eyes, I see you look behind me which tells me she is still with us,

'Slut, remove your thong and throw it out the window'.

I thrust two fingers deep inside your cunt, fucking you hard and deep. All the time staring straight into your eyes, inches from your face as my hand stays on your neck. The air is cold all of a sudden and the window closes as quickly as it opened, causing me to pause, savouring the silence, feeling your chest rise and fall over and over, 'good slut' my fingers deep inside you once more, the only sounds are your heavy breathing and the squelches from your dripping wet cunt.




Don't Move! Ch. 02



This is part 2, you don't have to read part 1 to understand. I'd suggest though you do.

Hope you enjoy it.




I desperately tried to calm my wild beating heart. I felt completely boneless, like I was only melting and floating. This little encounter by the pool just showed me where my limits were. I felt like I've just lost myself... and at the same time found some new, intense facettes about myself.

I felt him sliding behind me in the tub, his arms encircling me. And he held me while he washed my body with gentle, tender, caring touches. This was so erotic, but nothing sexual at all. I felt his chest heave behind me, his warm skin at my back and his strong arms that held me, being my rock in the surf. His breath was a sweet torture on my neck and I felt my body relax against his, giving in,

His tenderness touched something inside me. He was getting under my skin, answering my unspoken desires and giving me unbearable pleasure, while he never failed to show me how much he cared for me. 

"Shsh Baby, I got you." he whispered into my ear and I swallowed. It was getting harder and harder to keep up my distance when his tenderness slowly found its way into my heart.

"Hey, you okay?" he whispered and his dark voice was soothing. I nodded slowly, not trusting my voice. After a few minutes I got up, smiling at him slowly and leaving the tub. His eyes followed me, I felt them like a touch on my wet skin. I turned to look at him and saw the water glistening on his broad chest, his face relaxed and a soft smile curling around his lips. It took me a while to remember his question. 

"5 minutes... and then follow me." I said and his eyes darkened and there was this sexy smile again that I loved to much.

"5 minutes, Baby, not a second more." he said and I quickly left the bathroom. It took me just a few moments to gather everything I'd need and then I arranged myself on the bed. Mark entered the bedroom, quietly and I knew exactly what he would see. Me, on the white satin sheets, naked, my legs slightly spread, my dark curls framing me and my arms spread above my head. The candles made everything look sensual, intimate and it threw dancing shadows on my skin that was still slightly wet.

Oh, I knew how much he loved this submissive pose, how much it turned him on. I heard him growl silently and I opened my eyes, watching him. 

"Sit down." I advised, knowing that my voice was husky, the emotions evident. As much as I enjoyed our earlier encounter, I was having none of that now. Now I was in control, at least I wouldn't let him win without a fight. And I knew how to fight him. I saw him smile, pure male pride. He sat down on the chair that I had placed in front of the bed, so that he would have a clear view. He had a small towel wrapped around his waist and water was still glistening on his dark skin. 

"Watch me. Don't touch." I whispered and stretched a bit more, arching my back slightly to push my boobs up. His eyes touched my body like a caress and I shivered, nearly feeling it. I've never played this game before, but I knew this was his fantasy. And who was I to deny him something he craved?

When I was sure to have his complete attention, I let me hands wonder over my boobs. I heard his sharp intake of breath and without thinking changed my plans. I didn't want a long, teasing foreplay, I wanted him to admit defeat, to give into me. And his groan told me I was on the right path, when I arched my back a bit further. My body reacted to this sound immediately, my nipples got even harder and pressed against the palms of my hands. I sighed.

Our eyes locked and I saw the fire burning deep inside him. My thumbs brushed over my nipples, making me gasp. I imagined that he remembered how he did that to me earlier. I knew my body, knew what turned me on. But knowing that his eyes never left my body, that he was watching me intently made it that much better. Damn, this guy could make me loose all thoughts with just one look!

I closed my eyes and and enjoyed the feeling of teasing my nipples that were begging to be touched, directly sending hot fire to the junction of my thighs. I couldn't help but moan, burying my head in the pillow.

Mark moaned and I knew he loved watching me. I bet it was hard for him to not touch me and I might allow him to do that... later. This was my time now, and I didn't intent on making this any easier for him.

"You're so beautiful, Baby." he whispered and his dark, throaty voice fueled the fire inside me.

I let my hands slide to my stomach, feeling my muscles twitch slightly. Opening my legs a bit further made me gasp when I suddenly felt a soft breeze cool my hot core.

"Spread your legs wider." his voice nearly inaudible and I obeyed. His voice seduced me, turned me on and made me melt inside. I moaned deeply.

"God, you're so hot... so wet." he purred and I whimpered, when I pushed my hand deeper, over my pelvis. I could feel my own heat, my wetness. 

When my finger slid between the wet folds of my pussy, finding the little, hard nub that held all my desire, we both moaned throatily. Hunger. Desire. Need.

"Baby, you're killing me!" Mark gasped but I knew he wouldn't want me to stop. I touched myself with lazy, slow strokes, spreading my wetness, while my other hand teased one of my hard nipples that were screamed to not be forgotten.

I heard Mark shift on the chair and I opened my eyes. He was now kneeling in front of the bed, his eyes dark with need, his teeth biting his bottom lip. God, that devilish, cocky grin on his face when I moved my hand under the pillow, made me nearly come undone! I took the vibrator and gently moved it over my boobs. I had hoped he would like this.

With a long-learned movement of my wrist I turned my little toy on, feeling the soft vibrations from my boobs directly to my pussy, making me even wetter. I gasped and my fingers between my legs moved a bit faster. Slowly sliding my toy over my stomach, I felt Mark's hands encircle my ankles and spread my legs further apart, giving him better access. I was so hot it was nearly painful and I whimpered softly, feeling the vibrations tease my pelvis.

"God yes... oh Baby..." he murmured and I pressed the tip of my toy against my clit. This movement made my hips arch off the bed and Marks grabbed my ankles tighter.

"More!" he demanded huskily, but I was too aroused to protest. It might have started as my game, but I didn't mind him taking over. The fat tip of my toy pressed against my swollen core and my hips pushed against it without me even noticing it.

"Do it." he said and I heard how much he had to fight himself to not take me. I screamed in pleasure when I slid my toy inside me, feeling stretched and filled. My orgasm was approaching quickly so I stopped every movement, just enjoying the feeling and the vibration that send shivers down my spine.

"Show me your orgasm, Gorgeous. Let me watch you!"

Without hesitation I began moving the toy in and out of my soaking wet core, feeling the movement so deep inside that I gasped. Oh yes, watch me Baby. See what I feel.

"Harder... faster..." he growled and I obeyed. I fucked myself over and over again, letting is slide out of the wet folds and pushing it in again. My hips started gyrating, my heart was beating faster and my breath was coming in gasps. I felt the tension in every muscle of my body and it was close to becoming painful. I was so close... so close...

"Give it to me, come for me!" And I did just that. Within seconds I exploded, in hot, slow, earth-shattering waves. My body pulsed as wave after wave brushed over me. I was silent, not even able to breath as I rode my orgasm until I nearly fainted. 

That was when Mark moved next to me, pulling me close into his comforting arms, showering me with tenderness and love.

His caress was gentle and when his hand slid between my legs I thought he'd remove the vibrator. But instead he pushed my hand away and started moving the toy inside me again, with slow, long strokes.

My breath caught in my lungs when my body reacted immediately, already too sensitive from the previous orgasm.

"Mark.." I whimpered, pulling his head down to kiss him hard and full of passion. My other hand moved to the towel, removing it from his body so I was able to feel all of him against me. His hard on pressed against my thigh I could feel him throb

His tongue mimicked the rhythm he kept up between my legs. Deep, gentle and so sweet. I moaned helplessly into his mouth, surrendering once more.

My hands moved to his shoulders, holding onto him for a hold, my hips pushed against his strokes and my heart nearly exploded. That's when I threw my head back, desperately trying to push air into my lungs.

"Please... Mark..." I begged.

"Do you want to come?" his dark voice purred into my ear, teasingly. I didn't have a doubt anymore that he could make me come just by talking to me.

"Yes," I gasped. "Please Baby, let me come!"

"Not yet." He pressed his lips against the pulsing beat of my heart at my neck and my breath became sobs. I turned my head, hiding it against his neck, taking in his scent. I attacked his neck, licking, biting, sucking him, tasting the salty sweat. Mark moaned.

"I want you, Mark. I want to feel you inside me." I whispered desperately. His muscles tensed even more and he pushed the toy faster and harder inside me. I wanted this guy, so badly. His moves never stopped, they got even more intense, pushing me further and further.

With a whimper I turned my body towards him, lifting a leg over his waist and pressing myself closer to his hard dick. We were now facing each other, looking into each others eyes and he didn't stop fucking me with the vibrating toy. I gasped, I writhed and I cried. But the throbbing dick pressed against my tummy told me that this was slowly becoming unbearable for him as well. Playing with me was one thing, but it never failed to turn him on too. I wondered how long it would take him to finally snap.

"Now!" I demanded. "I want..." the rest of the sentence was swallowed by my scream when my orgasm washed over me, hard and surprisingly. I felt my body go rigid and wetness coat his hand between my thighs. My teeth sunk into his shoulder, my fingernails scratched his back but I didn't realize it. Mark held me tightly, prolonging my orgasm with slow strokes.

Eventually he'd pull the vibrator out of me, turning it off. I slowly opened my eyes and saw him lick the vibrator to taste my desire.

"So sweet." he whispered and then threw the toy away, I didn't care. He pulled me closer, hugging me tightly again. I loved him even more for this. He knew how desperately I needed to calm down and he was my rock in the surf. I knew this must be torture for him, his body screaming for release, but all he cared about now was me.

"You're amazing!" I said gently. Our eyes met. His were dark, full of passion and desire and I knew that he wanted me badly.

"I'm not done with you yet, Baby." he purred and his grin was absolutely dirty, promising me so much more. He grabbed my thigh, pulling my leg up higher, over his shoulder. His dick pressed against my swollen, overly sensitive pussy and I heard his strained growl.

No other guy was ever able to turn me on that much, that fast. My orgasm hasn't been enough, I needed more. I needed him.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked, stroking his chest, feeling the muscles move under my fingers.

"I'm gonna make you scream." he promises and I didn't doubt it at all.

"How?" I teased and moved my fingernails over his hard nipples, loving his gasp. His grip tightened and he tried to push me to my back.

"Uh-uh, my turn." I told him and pushed him to his back, straddling him.

My mouth devoured his skin, sucking it, licking it, biting it. Mark moaned and hissed, burying his hands in my hair, arching into my touch.

I was surprised that my body was already ready again, reacting to his submission. I slid myself further down his legs until I was resting my pussy against his thighs.

"Baby..." he growled when I kissed my way down his taught stomach. Heavens, this guy was purely sin. The way he reacted to my touch, his body arching against me, his hands in my hair, pulling me closer against his need. I took advantage of his body, taking as much as I could take and giving him back as much as he could bear. 

I was well aware that he'd let me continue, until he would stop it and take over again. This was my game but only as long as he was comfortable with it.

"Oh yes..." his voice trailed off and finally died when my hands grabbed his hips, pressing him down. Painfully slow I kissed myself further down. I wanted to taste him, to taste his desire, feel his ecstasy on my tongue. The tip of my tongue slid over his pelvis and then I gently bit into the soft skin there. His hips shot upwards.

"Ticklish?" I teased

"Fuck.... Baby... I..." I repeated it and again he nearly threw me off. His breath was ragged, his heart racing and the smell of sex was like an aphrodisiac. All this turned me on as well and my touches got more demanding. I tried to bite him again, but he was too tense. He was a very well build man, absolutely no fat on his body, all muscles. 

He began to tremble, his hips arching up against me and I had a hard time pushing him down again. He threw his head back. God, he was beautiful.

I knew exactly how I could make him melt with soft and gentle touches. And make him explode with demanding, harder touches. He loved this little game. 

And then I licked his hard dick, from the base to the top in one swift move. He gasped, pushing up against me. I heard him rip the fabric of the satin sheet and I smiled up at him.

"Relax Baby." And then I took him into my mouth, as deep as I could, which was only about half of him. He was big and hot and he nearly yelled at this sudden assault. In my head I was making him come, tasting his ecstasy in my mouth. But in reality I was having none of that.

He grabbed my arms, pulling me up against him, looking into my eyes. His face was showing his need and he growled „Enough!"

"I'm all yours." I purred, pressing myself against him. I knew he lost his patience and I knew what that meant. He'd live up to his promise. 

Still I screamed in surprise when he pulled me under his body in a quick move so that my boobs were pressed into the cool satin and his hot body was flush against my back and my ass. His teeth sank into my neck, and his hands... God, his hands were doing magic, making me beg within seconds.

When his hands slid under me, pressing against my pussy, I pushed against it, holding onto the sheet, not realizing that it was me this time ripping it. He kept biting me, gently and not enough to break the skin. But enough to make me writhe in pleasure and pain, while his fingers touched my clit in slow but forceful strokes. It was no longer my game of being in charge, this was much more essential. It was all about me begging to come.

Mark concentrated his assault on my clit, slowly adding more pressure, sliding his finger inside my pussy every now and then. I enjoyed this torture, urging him to never stop.

But when his tongue teased my ear, his hot breath touching my skin and his movements getting faster and harder, all I could do was arch against him and scream my release. I pressed my face into the bed, sobbing, writhing and coming over and over again. Again he kept touching me, gently and just barely until I came back again.

"Want to set up a new record?" I asked out of breath

"No, I just want you to surrender to me, completely." he backed off and I shivered as the cold air touched my wet skin. I missed him.

"I already do." I assured him. I heard his chuckle and I knew he'd push me even further. He wanted me to give in completely, not hold back anything, take all he'd give to me. He wanted to show me how much desire, lust and passion I was able to feel. And I knew that he'd complete this task.

He grabbed my hips, pulling me up until I was kneeling at the edge. I loved him being all demanding and forceful. He started to stroke my clit again and my hips arched against him, moving towards his skilled fingers. He pressed his dick against my slick opening and I whimpered when he entered me with one slow thrust. I felt him so deep, so hard.

I leaned my head back against his shoulder, biting my lip to suppress a scream. His arm around my waist held me tightly, his chest pressed against my back. His fingers kept their slow rhythm and I felt a wave of wetness streaming down my thighs. Mark hissed, his body tense, hard from holding back.

"Please... more. More!" I whimpered and he gave me more. My clit was so swollen and sensitive right now that he made me come just seconds later. I screamed again. His throaty moan told me that he felt my muscles clench around his dick.

"That's it Baby, just like this..." he purred and started all over again.

"Oh my god... Mark... no..." but he just chuckled, knowing that I didn't mean it.

"You're so damn sexy when you come." he admitted. I felt my face flush and tried to hide it.

"Come for me again." he coaxed, stroking me faster. He had teased me for too long, I simply couldn't stop it – and I didn't want him to stop. I pressed against him, moving against him with every stroke, not able to do more than whimper.

And suddenly I felt him snap. His thrusts got harder, more powerful, faster and pushed me from one orgasm to another. I didn't know anymore where one orgasm ended and the next one began. And he was fucking me hard and fast now, my body willingly following his lead. His arms wrapped around me tightly as if he was afraid I'd move away.

"Fuck!"

If I had any breath left I might have laughed. But his pace, the relentless thrusting got even faster and I dug my fingernails into the muscles of his arms.

"Please... Mark..." I sobbed now, this torture was driving me crazy, I was about to loose my mind. I heard the slapping sound when our bodies collided and then I felt his teeth sinking into my neck again. That was all it took. I heard my high pitched scream only from a distance, him shouting my name, releasing himself into my hot core while his body shook violently. 

I think I really fainted right there, with him still inside me as he collapsed on top of me. I didn't care at all. 

When I woke up in the middle of the night I realized that he must have gotten up earlier and cleaned me. Now he held me in his arms, securely tugged to his side, while my head rested on his chest, listening to his heart beating. 

I smiled.



Don't Move, Don't Speak



"Ooooh warm!" Lilli exclaimed wriggling her rump just the slightest bit. Her master had told her to hold still. The warm tingling sensation of whatever gel he was squeezing out onto her anus was just more than she could take with out a little movement. If he minded he didn't say. He just kept silently smearing pouring the gel until he was satisfied.

Lilli knew if she lived to be one hundred she'd never get used to the way her Master would loved to come up behind her, wrap his arms around her thighs and press his lips to her most intimate hole. The gel felt even better inside her than out prompting more shivers. Those just doubled when he thrust his tongue in as deep as he could manage, kissing her as passionately as he would anyplace else. Years together had taught him what every tick of her body meant. 

When he removed his tongue from Lilli she was too heavy to stay in position on her own. Something she knew she'd later pay for as she sank into the plush mattress. Pure instinct made her spread her legs and do what she could to at least point her hips in the right direction when Master started pushing the rubber bulb against her anus. 

The sheets came undone, pulled up by her clenching fingers. It didn't hurt, not after all she'd been through but the feeling of being so full was very satisfying. Lilli bit down on the same sheets to stifle herself from moaning. It sort of worked; it was the best she could manage. Little by little her muscles relaxed until the worst was past and from there it glided its full three or four inches into her backside. It wasn't the length of this that was important, just the girth that stretched her out so Master could take her when he was ready. Which might be now, or he might decide it funny to leave her face down on the bed for half an hour.

Eyes widened at the sound of a very familiar buzzing noise. A less obedient slave would have scurried away knowing the terrible thing that was probably planned for her. Instead she presented her hips just as she had in the beginning and looked over her shoulder. That was as much to confirm her fear as it was a plea for mercy. The fear was confirmed and mercy seemed unlikely as he was coating a nine inch, twisting, vibrator with clear gel. It wasn't just the toy she was concerned about though with its constant churning inside her it never failed to find a sensitive patch that left her a quivering mess. It was the gel.

She knew each of the gels. The one in currently in her ass was just a warming gel. It was pink. There was blue that made things hot, he used it when she was naughty. There was green and it tasted like mint though she didn't think it did anything else. The one he was using though was clear. It was the sensitivity enhancer. 

"You know you've been a bad slave, don't you Lilli?" Lilli pursed her lips and nodded her response. "I can't let you go unpunished for that can I?" She gave the expected response. 

Her Master would have been an excellent torture technician. She knew exactly what he was going to do her and because of that he was taking his time and coating it completely. He only casually glanced at her a few times, the way you would anything that you expected might move but he didn't speak at all. When he was done with that he walked over to her with a deliberate slowness. The waiting was always the worst part. Once he was upon her she wouldn't have time to deal with the fact that she could feel her heart beating through her fingertips or that she could hear his foot falls on the carpet or that if she was lucky she could make it to the window and if she did he'd never catch her. Only he would and then things would be worse. 

As soon as the great purple head butted up against her pussy lips Lilli's toes curled. She didn't mean to push back against it. Sometimes her hips just did what they did but he was a bit too quick for her that time. "I didn't say to move did I Lilli?" That was a rhetorical question, the only response needed was for her to return to position which she did. This time when he pushed it against her twat she held herself perfectly still, save for the clenching of her fingers and let him push into her. She knew her place was to wait, be used, not to pleasure herself. It was just so difficult at times to do it.

It felt for a few moments like her body would simply burst from such a total fullness. That twisting, throbbing monstrosity was pressing up against the large bulb stretching her ass. Master was taking his time again, making certain Lilli was aware of each inch that sank into her quivering quim. He was less than half way into her stomach was starting to knot up with excitement. She didn't dare turn her head but she searched for Master's eyes as far as hers skull would allow. Lilli couldn't quite find her way to his and not just because of the position she was in. Every time she got as far as his chiseled chin complete with morning stubble her eyes tried to roll back into head. 

Lilli thought she was doing a much better job of keeping quiet than she actually was. In her head she was whimpering into the mattress, she knew her Master could hear but she was beyond being able to control that. Every time the two objects invading her body managed to create a new pleasure spot she gently kicked the mattress or tapped her hand against the headboard. She knew she was being naughty, but she'd tried so hard and she was still trying to keep herself quiet. When he was done with this she would accept that he had to do what he had to do.

For her part she really wasn't as loud as she could have been.

Her head was angled just enough that the mattress was doing less than nothing to muffle the mixture of screams and whimpers ripping free of her throat. Her kicks were hard enough to thump the entire bed against the floor and Master was again regretting faux wood headboards since it looked like Lilli had wrecked another one and the plaster wall was only holding up slightly better. 

None of those were particularly important details.

The important detail was as Lilli eventually noticed when though Master left her stuffed her body relaxed enough for her to open her eyes. She'd woken the house and they'd slipped in the room to see what all the commotion was about. Master's other girls were staring wide eyed at her. Lilli wanted to move and cover her shame but two things stopped her. Master still hadn't told her she could move and her body really didn't have the strength to do much more than occasionally twitch. 

"You can move now, but the plug stays." 

Lilli fumbled a bit to get the dildo, slick with both the gel and her juices not to mention her sweaty fingers pulled out. Once she did that she dropped it and smiled. She started to open her mouth to speak but thought better when she remembered. Master hadn't said. What was meant to be a graceful decent to the floor was more of a controlled fall with legs that would barely allow her to crawl but she forced them to do that until she was at her Master's feet where she gently pressed her lips first to one then the other. It was a bit of a struggle to balance with her arms behind her back and her legs spread but she managed it and stared up at her Master and smiled adoringly.

"Good girl." He reached down gently pet her on the head. She dually loved and loathed when he did that. She was a woman, not some kind of animal no matter how she let him treat her. It was also one of the few truly genuine forms of affection he gave, especially to women. 

Master crouched in front of her and cupped her face gently in her hands she gasped and she could hardly breathe when he kissed her. It was only for a moment before he stood back up running his hand over her head. She loved cherished and despised his kisses as well. His kisses were without passion and almost meaningless to him. He only lowered him to do something so base because she was she wanted.

She loved to be kissed but she felt loved when he was petting her.

"Go on. I have business." Master said. "Girls attend to Mistress Lilli and go find."



Don't Move...Let Me



Don't Move . . . Let Me . . . 

10 am - email message from you: "I need you to stop by my office around lunchtime today - what time can you make it?"

Hmmm . . . I wonder what you're up to now . . . . My reply, "I'm swamped with work and wasn't thinking of stopping for lunch - what's this about?"

Your reply: "You'll need a break sometime - stop by around 1 - I just want to share something with you . . . ."

Well that's not very enlightening, but you're right about needing a break . . . . "Okay, I'll be there at 1, but only for a few minutes . . ."

1 pm - I look up from my desk and see the clock and realize it's one and I could really use the break. I save what I was working on and then stand up, stretching to get rid of the tightness in my back and neck. I leave my office, and walk outside in the sunshine for the two minutes it takes me to get to your office building. When I enter your office area, there's nobody around and your office door is open, but I don't see you . . . I step into your office and look around . . . . I briefly catch a glimpse of you as you swing the door shut. You immediately grab my arm and turn me quickly around till I'm facing the wall next to the door and you're crowded up behind me. Your body covers me from behind and presses me firmly into the wall.

I start to ask what's going on, when you press harder and put your lips to my ear, softly saying, "Shhhhh . . . reach over and lock the door . . . . don't make a sound." Your breath feels warm and exciting in my ear. I reach one hand out and turn the lock, then try to turn around. You step forward more - pushing me harder against the wall and I can't move. I struggle a little (just to see how serious you are) and you grab both my hands. You step back a little as you hold my hands down along my sides. You slide your hands up my arms to my shoulders and say, "don't move . . . . let me . . ."

With that I stop struggling and hold very still. I feel your fingers slide slowly down my arms - taking my jacket with you – leaving me wearing a sleeveless, black wrap-around dress that with the jacket looks respectable and professional, without the jacket . . . . not so much . . . Your fingers caress down to my hands and grasp each one firmly. You lift both hands and place my palms on the wall above my head. Your touch is oh so light and sensual that I can feel goosebumps rising and my nipples get hard. You continue to run your fingers up and down the bare skin of my arms . . . I can feel your lips on the back of my neck, not exactly kissing, more just breathing me in. Your mouth slowly moves to the side of my neck - I tilt my head and you move to the exact spot you know drives me nuts - and you stop there . . . just breathing . . . . you reach out with your tongue and slowly lick my neck up to just behind my ear. I shake with the exquisiteness of it . . . 

You blow on the moistness you left on my neck . . . my back arches and my hips press back into you. Oh, yeah, I can feel your hardness through our clothes and feel you draw in a quick breath. I can feel myself getting wet. You move one hand to the small of my back - I moan as I feel the memory of the first time you touched me there - I arch my back even more, pressing my upper body into the wall and thrusting my ass harder against you. You move both hands to my hips and guide them in quick circles against the front of your pants. 

I'm practically panting when I feel you step back and remove your hands. I start to turn around but your voice stops me, "don't . . . let me . . ." So I stand still with my upper body against the wall, my ass reaching out behind me, and my feet slightly spread, missing your touch . . . I don't wait long though . . . I feel you move behind me and then feel your face brush my ass as you kneel down. You drive me nuts again with your slow, light touch - this time starting at my ankles and moving upwards. Your fingers glide up and down my bare legs - venturing a little further north with each pass. Now you're touching from my knees up to my thighs - but only on the outside of my legs. I'm getting impatient so I scoot my feet a little wider, inviting you in . . . . I can feel your smile as you move your fingers slowly to the inside of my thighs . . . lightly teasing and touching. 

I feel my wetness gathering and suddenly feel a drop escape . . . . you're surprised when it drips unimpeded down my inner thigh to your fingertip - I'm not wearing any panties to stop it. This seems to draw your fingers higher until they are exploring my lips . . . and the slippery wetness inside them. You stop briefly to slide my dress up over my ass and slowly rub my ass with those light teasing touches. I can feel your breath on my ass as you feather light kisses over it and move your fingers back to the wetness between my legs . . . My legs are trembling and I press my upper body more firmly into the wall to keep my balance (and my sanity?)

I feel your fingers gently spread my lips and feel you staring . . . . more wetness comes and this time you move forward to catch it with your tongue . . . my body jerks with the suddenness of it . . . I moan and try to move away but you stop me with one hand cupping my ass. You pull away long enough to murmur, "don't move . . . let me . . ."

My legs spread wider and suddenly you're licking my clit - short, fast, little licks. You quickly thrust one finger into my wetness and at the same time lightly nip at my clit. My knees buckle and you use the hand cupping my ass to press me tightly to your mouth. I'm moaning and my hips are quivering when the moans change to "please . . . please . . . please . . ." It becomes a chant and my hands can stay still no longer. They move to the back of your head and I try to press you harder into me. Your hands move to mine and I hear you once again say, "don't . . . let me . . ."

Your tongue stops and I feel you breathe in deeply, smelling my wetness. I feel your tongue reach out and slowly lick from my clit to my pussy . . . and further . . . your tongue lightly touches my asshole and I go perfectly still . . . aching for you . . . 

I feel the heat of you standing behind me and hear the release of your zipper. You gently lay one hand on my ass, just below the small of my back . . . and pause . . . . I push my ass back harder, trying to feel you - skin to skin . . . your hand presses harder . . . and as you say, "don't move . . . let me . . . ," you thrust your hard cock into me, once . . . twice . . . and with your third thrust I start to cum . . . it's fast and hard and intense . . . I sob as I cum . . . and then settle as I feel you thrust again, hold, and then feel you spurting . . . .

We lean limply against the wall and I smile to myself, realizing now what you meant when you said you wanted to "share something with me". . . .