4 comments/ 14404 views/ 5 favorites Spoiled By: cinnamon_kisses12 How can I be mad at him and love him so deeply at the same time? One minute, I'm arguing with him and walking out of the door, and the next minute, I'm in his arms, kissing his sinfully sweet lips. I don't get it! I've had too much of him to want anyone else...that's what it comes down to. I was driving around town, red hot with anger, just having had another famous argument with him. Twice while driving I have stopped and tried to go back to that house, but I have resisted well. But how long will that last? I have a feeling that I will eventually return. I stop at a red light, running my hand through my hair and briefly looking around. I spot a couple that almost looks like him and I, and memories rush back to my mind. God, he was so sweet. Many a time I have personally claimed that I can't get enough of him. I miss him...I need his touch again...no, wait, I'm at him...right? Bah, what am I going to do? Just as I ponder a moment, the sound of honking horns from cars behind me remind me that the red light has since turned green and I need to proceed. I drive on, but only for a little while longer before I realize that I need to go back. Go back to him again. I shortly arrive in front of the house. I get out of the car and slowly walk towards the door, hesitant. I look back at the car, wondering how it took one second to convince me back here again. I then look at the door, and continue to walk. Maybe he's not here...maybe he took a walk around or something. I opened the door, my heart racing, and I find him standing there. Leaned up against the counter, his deep amber eyes stared into mine. And I froze. Part of me wanted to jump into his arms; the other part wanted to back away and close the door. Unfortunately, I wasn't doing either, and that gave him clearance to walk closer to me. I trembled, knowing and wanting exactly just what he was about to do. His body was right against mine, our eyes still locked in one another's. He went up to touch my face and I finally turn my head away. Why did I do that? Isn't that what I wanted? No...I don't want that! I turn my body away from him and start to walk out again, only I can hear his footsteps behind me. I can feel his footsteps behind me. They were quicker than mine, and I could tell because I could instantly feel his arms wrapped around my body, promptly turning me to face him once more and not letting me go. Looking down, I wanted to cry. I wanted to pound away at his chest and scream. He kissed my forehead and tears fell. Taking in a few deep breaths, I could fall apart at the scent of fresh clothes and sweet cologne. I was dizzy, but not in a physical sense. I could feel his warm breaths at my ear, and it took me back to those hot nights experienced in that big bed... "I'm sorry, Sweetie-pie." He said. The first time he'd spoken since the argument, and he called me by his affectionate name for me. And I just loved hearing it. I loved hearing his deep voice almost call out to me. It soothed my soul. Sometimes it aroused me. But I was supposed to be mad. How is that possible with all this goodness around me? I felt his hand caress my arm and I shivered. He gave me goose bumps, like always when he touched me. It's like my body wanted him and my skin was a sure sign. I let out a shaky breath, feeling his hand move up my neck. My pulse quickened...if I were to look into his eyes right now, I'd be putty in his arms. I'm surprised that I'm not by now. His hand crept under my chin and he pushed my head up. I could feel my anger let up, like a spell from his eyes had dissipated all of that. I could never read him, but I bet he could read me with his eyes closed. God, he was so good. The tears didn't fight; they just came falling down and the other hand quickly came up and cleared them from my face. My arms, which were at first limp at my sides, had now found solace around him. It didn't take much longer before his lips touched mine, at first softly and then with a little intensity. As much as I wanted to speak up and defend myself, it felt a bit better to not possess the ability of speech right now. Oh, whom was I kidding? I desired everything about him, and I needed him! A bit of a gasp and a moan escaped my lips when he stopped. A knee-jerk reaction, I'm quite sure. He quickly lifted me in his arms and kissed me again, his tongue tracking along my bottom lip. My mouth gaped open and our tongues met in a sudden rush of passion. Or maybe I just missed that a lot. He carried me back into the house and all the way upstairs to the bedroom. By this time, I couldn't even remember what I'd been mad about...I just need his touch, that's all I can decipher in my brain. I'm surprised that I could still think by now. He laid me down on the bed gently; his body nestled on top of mine and perfectly between my parted legs. One of my hands was sliding around his back; the other was sliding through his smooth hair as we passionately kissed once more. Those lips were so damn sweet. I dreamt of kissing him for a week at times. His hands were pulling up my sundress, caressing my body up. The dress finally separated our lips, forcing my arms above my head as the dress slid over. He left my dress around mid-arms and his lips began searing kisses on my neck and collarbone, causing me to audibly gasp this time. I eased my arms from the dress and pushed it aside, sliding my fingertips down to his tie, undoing that and sending it with the dress onto the floor. Slowly, each button came undone. I pushed the shirt away from his body, caressing his strong arms. I left it on his arms and ran my fingertips down his chest. I loved touching his body; it made me feel like I was feeding an obsession. He unclasped the front of my bra and I pushed my chest upward, begging for his attention. I felt his tongue trace my peaked nipples, flicking at them with a light fingertip. Regardless if I were being teased or not, my body was on pulsate and everything that he was doing was consuming me by the minute. I had long since been very aroused by him and for him; that's how it usually worked and it never failed once. Butterfly kisses trailed on, reaching the waistband of my underwear. They slowly came down my legs until they too met the floor and his lips met the moist junction between my thighs. He kissed my lips tenderly, as though he kissed me, his tongue circling the hardened nub below. My hands were running through his hair again, not being able to fight back any pleasurable noises I made, despite how hard I might've bitten my lip to. His tongue now delved into more heated depths and I almost lost control. I could never try to hold off when he devoured me like he did. I have torn sheets and pillows, and have caught cramps in my legs, feet, and stomach trying. But this time, he stopped, kissing down my leg all the way to my feet. I looked up at him and he was looking back at me, his eyes a little more like hazel now, giving him a sexier appeal. I looked him up and down, noticing his erection full in his pants. He then moved to unbuckle his belt, his pants following next, and his boxers last to hit the floor. And there he stood in his complete sexiness, and I was ready for him... Our bodies magnetically stuck together again, our lips singeing one another's and our arousals begging to fulfill each other's desires. And he linked the final connection between us, causing me to toss my head back and moan. My body was burning hot all over and I followed his rhythm, our bodies rocking as one, like one would to their favorite song. I could hear his groans and harsh breaths, thrusting deep and slow, filling me up inside. My arms wrapped around his neck and back, focused on the tender love he was so good at giving. God, he was so good... My left leg was now perched over his shoulder, and I was still trying to hold on to whatever sanity I had left. But it was becoming apparent that with him, holding on would only last for a little while longer. He put my leg down and moved behind me, now taking my leg back around him and pushing inside again. His lips found my neck and that sweet spot which made me moan louder for him, and activated it as such. I looked up at him and his lips slammed down on mine, his body moving faster and deeper inside of me. I moaned over and over again, moving my hips to an uncontrolled rhythm. I shook, letting the emotions overflow, and I burst at the seams as I came to very hard. Not too much longer could I hear his groans, his hands planted on my hips as he let go. A moment or two later, he got back on top of me, kissing me softly. My hands were on the sides of his face, not being able to get enough of him...any of him. It didn't take any words, just looks, to tell each other that we loved one another. It came naturally, being I was spoiled, and he loved giving me what I needed. Spoiled Brat I sit nude in open service position in the middle of the living room. I have always been somewhat of a stubborn sub. Sir know this. He has dealt with my antics for a while now and always with a smile. I think He honestly loves the grief I give Him. Maybe not always- but He does. The latest action? Showing my ass in public. Well not really my ass. My Loving Sir took me shopping about 3 weeks ago. After picking some items the both He and I could enjoy and having a wonderful day. My mouth got the best of me. It went a little something like this..... Sir: (holding up a shirt) "Princess- I would like you to try this one on please." Me: (sipping a cup of cocoa cause my Daddy rocks) "Umm.. NO. That is HORRID." Sir: (giving me a look.) "Princess- Try this one on." Me: (rolling my eyes) "Didn't you hear me the first time- I said I don't like it." Sir: (still trying to give me a chance) "Your mouth is writing checks your ass can't cash- NOW try it on." Me: (setting my cocoa down and putting my hands on my hips.) "What are you gonna do? Make me?" Sir: (sets the shirt down and walks out of the shop.) I followed him through the rest of the mall and pointed at things- ohhhed and awwed but he just kept walking. Once we were in the parking lot I knew I was in more trouble than I had EVER been in. "Daddy wait up for me..." I called to him and reached for his hand. He stopped spun around and looked me dead in the eye. "Get your ass to the car- get in, buckle up and SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH." He turned back around and kept walking. I slowly followed. I knew I was being a smart ass in the store but surly He knew that shirt was ugly and I wasn't really trying to disobey... didn't He? I had only taken about 3 steps compared to the 10 he had. "MOVE YOUR ASS." I heard him call back. I rushed to the car and climbed into the passenger seat and immediately lowered my eyes. The ride home was silent. He didn't even turn on the radio. When we arrived home he got out and got the bags and went inside. I followed unsure of what to do. He opened the front door and walked in set the bags on the table in front of the couch. I started to follow. As soon as both my feet crossed the threshold of the front door- He was in front of me pulling it shut. He didn't look at me. "Do not move from that spot. Remove EVERY article of clothing you have on and if I hear so much as a peep from that mouth of yours." He didn't finish the sentence. I followed directions and listened to movement in the bedroom. I wasn't sure what He was doing. I don't think I have ever seen Him so mad. Yes I had disappointed Him now and then with my attitude- or even sometimes disobeying. This was different. He returned to the living room and gathered the clothing I had removed. When He looked up at me He shook His head. "I said EVERY article." He stared at me. I didn't know what He meant the only thing I was wearing was... it hit me. "No- Sir please!" I reached up and clasped my hands around my neck. His beautiful collar hidden beneath them. Sir took a deep breath. "slave MY collar NOW." He snapped. I unhooked the clasp and handed the collar over. He took it and disappeared back into the bedroom. I felt naked. Of course I was naked- but with out His collar I was lost. My chest hurt- Sir had never called me a slave. Not even in the beginning of our relationship. I have never even been His slave... He didn't even claim me this time. My Sir has always been a loving, kind Sir. I didn't know who this mean, collar taking, name calling man was. He couldn't be MY Sir. I folded my arms across my chest and tried to put a "look" on my face. I heard Sir coming back into the living room and just stood there. I knew I should be more respectful but didn't care. I guess the look didn't work though because when he saw me he just laughed. I stood there not sure what to do. He walked to the couch and sat down. Turned on the tv and pressed play for one of His favorite recorded shows. I didn't understand. I knew I was in trouble but He wasn't doing anything. What that my punishment? Taking His collar away from me? What does that mean. Am I grounded? Did he release me? I shudder at that thought. I don't want to lose my Sir. I kneel down and crawl to His feet. I stay on my knees with my hands behind my back. Head hung; eyes low. After sitting for a while my knees start to hurt a little. I steal a glance at Him. He's not even paying attention. I stick my tongue out to check. Nothing. When a commercial comes on He looks over to me. "What are you doing?" He says as if nothing has happened. "Waiting for my punishment Sir." I whisper clearly. He shakes His head. "What punishment?" I look up shocked and confused. "The punishment for my behavior in the store Sir." He clicks pause on the remote. "In order for there to be a punishment there must be a negative behavior, in order for there to be negative behavior there must be positive behavior, in order for all these behaviors to matter there must be a Sir and a sub and I don't see a sub anywhere." He leans back in to the couch and presses play. I sit dumb founded. Wondering what to do next. He doesn't see a sub? What does that make me? I stand. He doesn't say a word- or even look my direction. Well if I have no Sir then I have no protocols therefore I can put clothes on. I think to my self. 2 can play this game. I walk into the bedroom. I pull open my dresser drawer. Empty. I check the closet. Empty. Not only that but the large trunk that once contained all the play items is shut and locked. I walk into the laundry room to get something from the load in the dryer. Empty. As a last resort I head to the bathroom hamper. Empty. So He took all of my clothes. I shrug. I pull on a pair of his boxers and a tee shirt. Anything works. I walk back down the hall to head to the office. Locked. Walk into the kitchen where I find Sir making food. I step closer and look at Him. He hasn't made His own food since we were together. He smiles at me. "You look pretty darn cute in my boxers." He chuckles. I turn and wiggle my ass. He doesn't smack it. He takes just His sandwich and walks back to the living room. I find something in the fridge to munch on. Head over and join Him. I kneel to sit on the floor at His feet. He looks at me. "Please don't sit there." He says- not in a commanding, or even demanding voice. If I had to describe it? His everyday vanilla voice. I didn't like this voice. It wasn't the soft coos of my Daddy or even the harsh tones of my Sir. This was the voice He used among friends and family. He has used more control in His voice when were were at a store or the movies. This was not the voice for me. I slipped up on to the couch next to Him. "I love you." I whispered. Not really loud enough for Him to hear me. I tried to lean over to lay my head on His shoulder- He shifted away. When He was done with His meal I went to take His plate and He ignored me. A little while later I was thirsty so I got a soda from the fridge and grabbed a beer for Him. I opened and walked it over serving it like I had done for just over a year. Normally my Sir would take the beer, take a drink; then set it on the table and kiss my forehead. He didn't do that. I sat the beer on the table and stood in front of Him during the next commercial. I climbed into His lap and started kissing His neck. "That feels good and all sweetheart but, I'm really not interested in where this is going to lead." He says coldly. Sir takes His hands and puts them around my ribs and lifts me off of him. He has never denied me. That was the rule when we got together. Never say no. He asked me that the very first night. I remember back to that conversation. ~We had finished a short scene. He was testing my boundaries, I was learning what He enjoyed. He decided that it was break time and called me to the bed. I slid up next to Him and He laid my head on His chest. "How are you doing?" He asked in His calming voice. "I'm great Sir." I whispered. I wanted to just lay there and go to sleep in His arms. I felt so safe and warm. "Do you love your Daddy?" He asked softly. I looked up to His eyes. "Of course I do. I wouldn't be here if I didn't." I smiled and laid back down. "Do you want to be mine Baby girl?" He asked a little louder. I simply nodded. "Promise Daddy you will never say No." He kissed the top of my head. "I promise." I looked up a little confused as to why He would have me promise that. It was true though. I would never tell Him no. I would never deny Him pleasure. That was my job. It was ingrained into my soul. I a submissive- I was HIS submissive now. ~ A sniffle escaped my chest. I sat on the couch long after He went to bed. Unsure of where I was to sleep. He normally- EVEN when I was bad. Would call me into the bedroom at bedtime; Once He was ready for me. He didn't do that tonight. I stayed on the couch. This continues for the next day or two. Nothing is said about what happened. On the 3rd afternoon I am sitting on the couch when He comes in the door. He sits down next to me and hands me a few pieces of mail. I open the first one it's a bill. For my cell phone. The second is a bill for my insurance. He chuckles. "Oh I forgot to tell you the power bill is due in a week, so I'm going to need your half- and Don't forget rent on the 29th." I don't understand the element of this; honestly I didn't understand any of it. When I was bad before He would punish me and we would talk about it after. When we moved in together I wasn't to work- or pay bills. My job was to... it hits me again. I'm not serving Him any more. I stand up and walk into the bedroom. I strip out of his clothes and curl up on my side of the bed. At this point I am scared. I understand now what my punishment is. Sir got tired of the beatings that didn't work, talking until his face was blue. He was done. So He did the only thing He could. Let me win. I didn't want to win- I wanted to be punished, I liked when Sir got a little rougher with me. I enjoyed the talks we had when I was bad because He always made it clear what my role was. In trying to push Him to push me I lost sight of who I was. I was HIS baby girl, I was HIS submissive... not was AM.. I still am. I want to be. I crawl off the bed and to the middle of the room. Bow down towards the door and wait. After hours of sitting this way. Honor bound by nothing but my determination to be His again I finally hear Him click off the tv. The bedroom door swings open and the light clicks on. "What are you doing sweetheart?" He calls over. I stay bowed. I wont move or respond until He calls me by my slave name. He bends down to meet me. "Sessa?" I hear in a low deep voice. I want to cum. "Yes Sir." I answer. My body trembles. "Kneel." He responds. I lift my body up into a kneeling position with my hands behind my back. "Come here, sit on the bed with me." He lifts me up. I sit next to him and shiver. He pulls the blanket around me. "Sir- I am very sorry for my behavior the other day- and every day before that. I lost my way. I forgot what I was here to do- maybe even got a little bored. I know you don't want to hear my excesses. They aren't important. What is important is I love you and I don't want to lose you as my Sir, My Daddy, My Master or my lover." I whisper. "Are you ready to resubmit yourself fully?" He asked in a soft but firm voice. "Yes Sir." I respond. "Are you sure because I'm not going threw all of that again. I love you to much to be that angry with you." He looks away. I can almost see a tear in His eye. "I love you too Sir- yes I am sure." I kneel down in front of Him. He is silent but He gives me one pleading look that screams- last chance. "Come to bed slave." He whispers as He stands up and goes about His routine. I pull back the covers and arrange His pillows for Him. He turns off the light and cuddles up next to me. I lay there listening to His sounds and relies how much I really did miss Him the last few night. Sir shifts around a little and pulls the blanket away from us. I don't care about the blanket Sir keeps me plenty warm at night. With out warning there is a hard smack across my bare ass. It stings a lot but feels so damn good. "I hate sleeping without you, I was cold, horny, and sad." He's close to my ear so He doesn't have to say it loud. Another hard whack. "Misbehaving to the point of sleeping on the couch- I never thought you would push me that far." He pulls back and swings again. "DO" -smack- "NOT" -smack- "EVER" -smack- "MAKE" -smack- "ME" -smack- "THAT" -smack- "UPSET" -smack- "AGAIN." -smack- My ass is red and sore. Sir has amazing aim. Some how He managed to hit the same spot at the same angle with every swing. I don't let the pain pull me under. I know this is not the end or even the beginning of my punishment. I hurt Sir. He will never admit it but every good sub knows when Sir is in pain. Sir moves to cuddle with me again and I can tell He has missed spanking me. The tip of His cock is resting just below my ass cheek. I smile. "Baby girl.. come show Daddy how sorry you are." He groans as He shuffles the bedding and lays flat on His back. I wiggle my way around and down until my mouth finds Him. Slowly I lick from the base of His balls to the tip of His cock and back down. Making sure to get some of His sweat on each of my taste buds. I love the way He taste even before He cums. When I get back down to His balls I suck them both into my mouth letting my tongue reach further down to His taint. As He moans I pull my mouth back up and take Him completely in. Sucking further then I ever have before. "Baby girl you've never let Daddy into your throat before..hmmm that feels nice." He whispers. I relax my jaw and swallow as much of Him for as long as I can. I pull back up and coo back. "That's how much I've missed you Sir." He places a hand lovingly on the back of my head. "Shhhh- don't speak just keep going." He says as He pushes me back down. Trapped between His hand and His pubic bone I have nothing left to do but enjoy every thrust deep into my mouth. I promise my self I will be a big girl and not let it gag me like it normally does. "Oh damn Baby girl." He moans louder as I pull Him deeper in. Licking the underside of His balls as far down as I can. I can tell He is getting close and I want to taste His cum so bad. "Daddy, will you cum in my mouth please." I whisper. He thrust once more and pulls out. "Oh NO. You don't deserve Daddy's cum- remember you are apologizing for your behavior. You are still in SO much trouble young miss." I gulp. I didn't think I was out of trouble- I just wanted to taste Him. Daddy has a different plan though. "Are you really sorry Baby girl?" He asks in a soft voice as He sits up. "Yes Daddy Sir of course I am!" Didn't He feel that? He had to see how hard I was working to prove this. "Then you're going to show me right now. You're going to pleasure Me like you've never done before." He smirks. Even in the pale light of the night I can see His eyes light up. I'm not sure what He is thinking but as long as He's not mad at me any more I don't care. "Yes Sir!" I almost shout. I'm excited. Sir climbs on to His knees and snaps His fingers. "Kneel- back to me." It's that voice. The voice I was missing the harsh tone of MY Sir. I follow orders and even jump a little when His hand reaches between my legs to find my soaked pussy. With the other hand He finds my hair. Using a handful to pull me back into Him. He pushes 3 fingers into me and in one word I melt. "MINE." He firmly demands in my ear. I can't even speak. Sir releases my hair and pushes me forward. He takes His cock into His hands and rubs my clit with it. I want to moan but I am afraid if I do- He may stop. I clamp my mouth shut for once in my life. He groans and comments. "Oh you are so wet- this is going to be amazing." I still don't know what He has planned. With a free hand He smacks my ass harder than He ever has before. "Cum NOW." I cum hard. I can't take it any longer I give in to my mouth. "Sir please fuck your pussy- it misses your cock so much." I moan. -POP- I get a smack to the mouth. He takes His hand and grabs my hair once more. "DO NOT SAY ONE FUCKING WORD DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME." I open my mouth "Yes.." -POP- another smack. "NOT ONE WORD." I nod. "THIS IS NOT ABOUT WHAT YOU WANT YOU DIRTY UNGRATEFUL SLUT." I bite my lips together. I am trembling inside. "YOU ARE GOING TO GIVE ME THE PLEASURE I WANT AND YOU ARE GOING TO BE FUCKING QUITE ABOUT IT." A hard smack connects with the small of my back forcing my ass out. I now know what He wants. We've never done this before. I have always been to scared. My Loving Sir had dealt with that for quite some time now. Up until tonight He had never actually used my ass for anything. Tonight He meant business. He takes His hand and collects cum from my pussy. I am nervous. He starts to rub the wetness on my ass. Then I feel the tip of His cock press into my pussy softly. He strokes my shoulders with His free hand. "Relax Love, take a deep breath." I follow His orders. "You want to show me how sorry you are right? You want to prove you can be a good girl and follow simple directions- don't you?" He coos in my ear. "Yes Sir." I mumble. He is rubbing my clit in small circles. "Forget about what I'm going to do and focus on what I am doing." He runs a hand down my spine. "Cum Baby girl." I can't help it. I don't know if it's His touch, His voice or the combination of the two. I cum. "Good Girl." He whispers. I like the sound of that. Soon I feel the tip of His cock move to my tight asshole. "Breath" He whispers. I take a breathe and He starts to push in. I pull away. Something I have never done. "Sir I can't do it; I want to prove to you that I'm going to change but it hurts I can't do it." I bite my lip. Sir grasp my hips and pulls me to Him. "You are going to either let me do it- or I am going to MAKE you do it." He spits at me. I my heart pounds. There's no getting out of it this time. If I want my Sir to stay my Sir I must obey. I push my back down and stick my ass back towards Him. He strokes my spine once more. I feel the His tip push into my backside. I want to scream. I don't. I can't. I know this. "Good Girl take My cock." He moans. I can't hold back anymore. "Sir it hurts please stop." He doesn't listen. "If you listen to me and relax I am almost all the way in." He is getting impatient with me. "SIR I CAN'T." I scream. -CRACK- I feel a whip across my back. I didn't even notice He had one near by. I hear the nightstand drawer open and before I can respond there is a gag in my mouth. "I gave you the chance to take it easy and work with me- you can't do that. I want your ass. I am going to fuck your ass and you are going to take it like a GOOD GIRL." He clamps His teeth together and pushes hard into my now throbbing ass. I did it. I took His large cock in my ass. It hurt like a bitch and I wanted to cry; but I did it. That's what brought me to where I am now. Sitting in the living room open service position waiting for Sir to return. My punishment has been brutal. Retraining everyday; full service every night. I deserve it though. Sir walks into the door. He is carrying one bag with Him. "Good morning slave." He whispers. "Good Morning most loving and forgiving Sir- this slave would like to Thank You Sir for the chance to serve you." Is my now automatic response. "I have a surprise for you." He calls over. A surprise in the middle of punishment? I wonder what it could be. "Come." He motions for me to come over. I don't stand I crawl to His feet at the door. "Kneel." He commands. Spoiled Brat I lean back on my heels and look up to Him. That's the new protocol. I must always look up to Him. He opens the back and pulls out a shirt. "You get to wear a shirt today." He chuckles and hands me the shirt. The very shirt I sobbed at weeks earlier. My mind starts to run... I open my mouth... ... I'm always in trouble... Spoiled Fruit * * * * * Click Here to listen. (5 min/RealMedia) You need Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * Hi, I’m Fancy. You looking for a date? No? You know, it’s not nice to lie to a pretty girl. I seen you round here tonight, driving real slow while you flesh the produce and you evidently liked what you saw because here you are, staring at me like I’m the best cut of tenderloin in the shop. I’m what they call ‘spoiled fruit’ and spoiled fruit makes the best jam. Better wipe your mouth ‘cause you’re drooling. (Laughs.) So are you going to let me in or not? (Car lock pops open and she gets in.) Just head straight and I’ll tell you where to turn off. So whatcha looking for tonight? A little suckee? A little fuckee? Half and half? I’m the best cocksucker you’ll ever find. Wanna know why? ‘Cause I’ve been doing this since I was twelve. Sucking cock is as easy for me as eating cheesecake. You put a piece on the end of your tongue and you rub it against the roof of your mouth until the flavor bursts. Same with sucking cock. So you want me to suck your cock? Yeah, I bet you would. I can do a real good job and make you cum like you’ve never cum before. Turn right her and park behind the dumpster over there. Great. Now, tell me what you want. You want me to suck your cock? You want to fuck my face and cum down my throat? Or do you want to slide into my pussy and pound me until you cum? You want both? Smart choice. Give me a hundred. Okay, now let me see your cock. Mmm. Nice. And you washed. For me? That’s sweet. And you’re nice and hard already. You like me that much, eh? Want to see my tits? Mmm, yeah, oh, yeah, squeeze ‘em. Ooo, yeah. Now my nipples. Ah, fuck, yeah. Here, let me suck you. Mmm, you taste good. Mmm, yeah. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm! You’re stretching my jaw. Wanna fuck now? Take and put this on. No, you have to wear it. You can’t fuck me without a condom. Okay, baby. Now slide the seat back. See that pussy? That’s where this beautiful cock is going. Oh, oh, yeah. Guide me in … yeah, that’s .. ooh, baby! You’re a big one. Yeah, once more. Ohh! Feel that hot juice coming down? That’s all for you, baby! You’re making me cream already! Mmm, yeah! Grab my boobs! Oh, yeah. You remembered! Pinch them harder! Ah, yeah. Fuck, yeah. Oh, your cock is fantastic! Uhn! Uhn! Uhn! What? You want me from the back? Okay. Ooo, that felt good. Oh, yes! Push all the way in! Oh, God, you’re big! Oh, yeah, fuck me! Come on, big daddy! Do me good! Make my pussy scream! Oh, yeah! Yeah! Oh, fuck, baby! Momma’s cumming! Momma’s cumming! Uh! Uh! Uh! Oh, fuck! Oh, yeah! What? You want to fuck my ass? Oh, no! I don’t play that. No! I said no! No! Stop! Ow, ow, it hurts! Stop it! Stop it! STOP IT! Uh! Uh! Stupid motherfucker! What the fuck is wrong with you? Didn’t you hear me tell you to stop? Who the fuck do you think you are? You think that just because you give me a little money, you can do whatever the fuck you want to do to me? You just raped me! I didn’t say you could fuck my ass! That’s rape! You can’t just come down here in your Mercedes, throw a hundred dollar bill at me, then fuck my ass! Give me your wallet. No, I’m not joking, motherfucker! Give me your god-damned wallet! Yes, this is a real gun and you will bleed real blood. Now, hand it over! And give me the watch, too! I don’t care if your wife gave it to you. You should have thought about that before you fucked my ass without asking! Wow, nice watch! A Movado! Give me that ring and your necklace! Sorry motherfucker! Yeah, I know you’re sorry. You’re sorry that you did it but your dick sure wasn’t sorry! Now, get the fuck out! You heard me! GET.THE. FUCK. OUT. This is my car now, motherfucker. No, I’m not stealing your car, I’m borrowing it. You’ll get it back later. And don’t call the cops. If you report it stolen, I’ll tell the cops that you raped me. They may not believe me but once the newspapers hear about the congressman who was accused of rape … So just deal with it! And next time you pick up a prostitute, treat her like your wife, motherfucker. Now, have a good walk home! Spoiled Little Dutch Girl I saw her as soon as she walked onto the train platform. Gorgeous, petite, and fair skinned... Long, fine blonde hair... Very typical Dutch girl. She must have also just come off a long haul flight like me. She was dressed almost in pajamas -- two tight camisole tops in different colors and a pair of stretchy, checkered, capri pants that were almost painted on. Her whole body was that of a lean, young girl -- small, perky breasts pressed together to create some cleavage where otherwise there would be none, just a glimpse of taut abs where her shirts ended and her pants began, and firm legs probably toned from years of riding bicycles everywhere. Worst of all, written right across her tight ass was the word... "Spoiled". Ah, yes... some spoiled little Dutch girl probably returning from a trip to the US. She looked a little tired, perhaps from spending mommy and daddy's money experiencing new things and cultures. That explains the more American outfit -- she's been shopping in the US, picking up on some of our unique fashion oddities. The train arrived and I found a seat easily. The train wasn't very crowded so I was surprised to see my spoiled little Dutch girl wheel her suitcase up and select the bank of seats opposite mine. She tried to lift her case up into the small rack above the seat but struggled under its weight. Of course, every woman knows how to overstuff a suitcase, and a spoiled little girl like her probably had it packed with purchases from Manhattan boutiques or Magnificent Mile shops. I let her struggle for a moment watching her shirt ride up exposing more of her delicious skin. Her back looked like it was cut from stone it was so hard -- I decided she was probably also a swimmer. No matter how fit she was it soon became obvious that she just wasn't tall enough to wrestle the case into the rack. "Een kleine hulp?" I stood up and lifted the case out of her arms and into the rack for her, smiling down at her as I did so. I was quite a bit taller than her so I had a wonderful view of the top swell of her breasts. "Dank." She smiled meekly and hopped into the seat across the aisle from me. I went back to watching out the window, thinking it best not to leer at her too obnoxiously. I was almost old enough to be her father so it was best to just admire her and move on. Unfortunately, my stop came rather soon and I dragged my suitcase down the aisle flashing her a smile as I passed. She smiled back but said nothing. I checked into my hotel and received my usual room. I travel to Amsterdam once a month on business and know most of the hotel staff by name. I know enough Dutch to be passable and I'm always trying to pick up more. It really isn't necessary since nearly everyone in the Netherlands speaks English, but the effort does not go unnoticed by the locals. As I passed Kees, the concierge, I told him I had a new word that I needed to learn. "What is it today?" "Spoiled. Like a child, not a piece of fruit." Kees laughed, "Spoiled, eh? Thinking of becoming a schoolteacher? I don't know how you'd do with a 'verwend kind' -- I think 'spoiled brat' is what you would say in America." "Thanks, Kees -- you are the best language teacher I know! I'll buy you a pint when I see you at the pub next." My room was as I always find it. The staff always preps the room for me the way I like it -- a vase of fresh flowers on the desk, the minibar stocked with Snickers bars and bottled water, and my favorite memory foam pillow on the bed. As a man who spends more than half the nights in a year in a hotel bed, I want to thank the man that invented the Pillow Menu. Pure genius. After a quick shower I had to pretend to be a businessman for a while and attend to meetings for the rest of the day. Early in the evening I found myself in my favorite place to enjoy a warm summer evening -- my favorite bench in Vondel Park. I had stopped along my way to pick up some takeaway fries and a few joints from a coffeeshop I like to frequent. As I relaxed on my bench I admired all of the locals that drifted by on a Friday evening. There was the occasional walker or a beautiful woman jogging past, but for the most part this city moves on wheels. If you've never been to Amsterdam you may have a hard time picturing Friday evening rush hour -- dozens upon dozens of businessmen and businesswomen commuting home on their bicycles. Not the modern 18-speed road bikes or mountain bikes common along the lakefront in Chicago or the paths of the Jersey Shore -- picture ancient 1950's Schwinns, a single gear, wheels bent and wobbling along. As the packs travel to and fro the squeaking and creaking of the bikes is a quiet backdrop unlike the belching, screeching, and honking of roads clogged with SUVs that I'm accustomed to at home. The women in the first wave are all in proper business attire headed from work to home or the market. As the clock ticks later the passers-by shift to women dressed for an evening of clubbing and bar-hopping. All headed to and fro on their bicycles in short skirts and high heels. Dutch women are not shy, they hike up their skirts and hop onto their bicycles no matter what they are wearing. With each pump of the pedals a little glimpse of thighs and panties peeks out from hidden places. Sitting on my bench, watching all of the colorful scenery make its way past me I noticed a petite blonde walking my way. As she approached more closely I recognized the telltale capri pants from the train. I took my time admiring her as she passed. Her hair shined with a golden flair as the sun inched closer to the tops of the trees. I caught a sparkle of her green eyes as she passed in front of me. The look on her face told the story -- she had power over men, probably beginning with Daddy, and just recently unleashed onto all of the other males in her life. I have a weakness for Dutch women, but this girl took my breath away. I watched her tight ass tilting like a metronome as she walked away from me now -- that word tilting back and forth in my brain. Spoiled. In a momentary lapse of reason, I called out to her. "Verwend Nederlands Meisje!" Spoiled little Dutch girl. She spun on her heels, looking quickly around -- obviously not sure that I was speaking to her. She suddenly looked vulnerable. Her gaze had that questioning look that hangs in the air with raised eyebrows and downward glances. Me? I thought perhaps I had bungled the pronunciation because I had expected a fiery reply. I pointed at her ass... "Verwend?" It was a question this time, not a statement, but my tone made it clear I was taunting her. She continued a few hesitant steps away from me. "I'm sorry. I don't speak Dutch." "You're an American?" Crash! My read of the situation earlier was completely off -- obviously colored by a fantasy I wanted to believe. The shift in her body language was instant. When she thought I was Dutch she seemed unsure of herself for just an instant, caught off-guard by the vulnerability of not speaking the local language. As soon as I switched back to English and she pegged me as a fellow American she stood a little taller and resumed her proud, defiant demeanor. "Yes, I'm American... and so are you! What did you call me?!?" I laughed to try to disarm her. "Your hair, your complexion, your eyes -- I had you pegged as a local. I read your ass and called you a 'spoiled little Dutch girl.'" She stepped closer, slowly closing the distance between us confidently now. "Oh, yes... you're the man from the train. I can thank you properly now for helping me. Of course, I think you already got your thanks ogling me on the train platform. I could feel your eyes undressing me the whole time we waited for the train." I smirked back at her, not content to give the upper hand to a girl half my age, even if she was the most beautiful creature I'd met in a long while. "What can I say, it's a hobby. But you're right, I suppose I should be thanking you. My apologies... I should have called you a 'spoiled little American girl' earlier. So, what are you doing in Amsterdam? Touring Europe on daddy's dime before you finish college?" "I just turned 18 and this trip was a present from my parents." "A present? I see, but where are your spoiled little friends to taunt all the Dutch men with you?" "My best friend got caught drinking at a graduation party and her parents wouldn't let her go. So, I'm all alone." "Well, why don't you have a seat and join me for what you came here for then?" I offered her one of the joints I'd bought. She looked at me uncertain of whether to trust me but ultimately extended her hand and took one. I lit us both up and we took deep drags from our marijuana cigarettes, saying nothing. She shifted from foot to foot still standing in front of me. After the first few drags of smoke hit her she started to get cocky again. "So? Are you trying to get me stoned to take advantage of me?" She stuck her perky tits out proudly as she said it. "Oh no... I was just trying to be friendly but now that I know whom I'm dealing with, I was thinking that I know how to deal with spoiled little girls like you." I let my eyes dance over her whole body not even trying to disguise my lust. "Oh? You think that you're going to seduce me and have your way with me?" She leaned her body toward me trying to tease me. Her hair glowed in the fading light as the sun was finally making its way to the horizon. "No, I think that you've had every boy you meet wrapped around your little finger since you hit puberty and I think someone needs to put you back in your place. Spoiled little girls don't always get what they want, you know. Someday a man will teach you that!" With one hand she grabbed her top between her breasts and pulled it down slightly exposing more and more of her young, firm breasts. The other she ran seductively down her side across her little hips. "I ALWAYS get what I want. I don't think you or anyone else are going to teach me anything." "Really? Is that a dare, young lady? Should I show you how I handle spoiled little girls? You think that you're going to go through life manipulating men to always get what you want?" She looked me right in the eye, nodding slowly, and just said, "Mmmm hmmm. How DO you handle spoiled little girls?" The flirtatious note in her voice was beginning to turn me on. "Where I come from, spoiled little girls who misbehave get spankings." She began laughing, partly to taunt me and partly as the pot was giving her the giggles. She spread her arms wide, beckoning me on as if to ask, "What are you waiting for?" The passers-by had tapered off and a few people were walking along the main path a short distance away leaving us essentially alone. I took one last drag off of my joint and dropped it in the dust in front of me. I sat still for a few moments without breaking eye contact and then let a big smile come over my face. Moving as fast as I could I pulled her toward me and pitched her forward over my lap. She kept laughing and wiggled her ass at my face, continuing to taunt me. I ran my hand over her tight ass, savoring the feel of it in my hand, reading that word over and over. "Oooooh. Are you going to give me a spanking?" She was trying to get control over me, pulling me into her trap with her sweet body. I wasn't going to have any of that -- I was going to show her who was in control here. I grabbed her waistband in my hand and gave it a quick, firm tug. In one quick motion her ass was naked before me, having taken her thong panties down with the pants. The power was gone in her voice when she squeaked out, "Stop it. Let me go! What do you think you are doing?" She tried to push off of my lap to get up but all she accomplished was opening up a space between us. With another quick tug her pants were at her ankles, feet kicking harmlessly in the air while I held her on my lap. The light was waning but there was still enough to see that her ass was damn near perfect -- rounded globes of firm flesh that topped her lean legs. "Everyone knows that a spanking is meant to be delivered on a bare ass!" Crack! I drew my hand back and gave her a firm slap across one of the perfect cheeks of her ass. She squealed at the stinging pain. I pulled back and delivered another one across the other cheek. She was struggling now, trying to raise herself off of my lap. She tried to get her arms back to protect her delicate ass from my hand. I used one arm to pin her arms to her side leaving her exposed to each new slap. "Let me go! You can't do that to me in the middle of a public park! Someone is going to see me!" She wasn't quite yelling, but raised her voice as if to threaten to. There were several people walking the main path that would easily have heard her if she had chosen to yell or scream. "Of course they will if you keep yelling like that." Crack! Another slap across the ass. Crack, crack! Two in rapid succession. I delivered one slap after the other, sometimes alternating cheek to cheek, sometimes concentrating on one for a few in a row, never getting into a rhythm. Instead I kept her guessing, never knowing when to expect the next one. "Scream all you want, let's get everyone over here to see that perfect little ass waiving around in the park. Maybe I should call everyone over to get the view I'm missing, your cute little pussy peeking out from between your legs as they waive in the air? You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Her ass was now hot under my hand and probably glowing with the red marks I was leaving. "Please! Please stop! No more." Her hair was flying about as she struggled, flowing down over her face. "Not until I've taught you a lesson, you little cock tease!" My cock was so hard it hurt, pressing against her naked crotch through my pants. I delivered a few more hard slaps as she sobbed on my lap and then I stopped resting my hand on her ass. Her breathing was heavy, rising and falling on my lap. The pressure was delicious and I wished my pants weren't in the way and that my cock was pressed directly against her flesh. Her shirts had ridden up and were now bunched around her tits leaving her naked from her ribs to her ankles. I couldn't resist any longer and I slipped my hand down to her pussy to feel it. Her lips were soft and smooth, shaved bare -- no surprise. I was surprised, however, to find it dripping wet and open to my fingers. "You little slut! You liked that!" I slipped a finger inside and she gasped, starting to struggle again. After thrusting in and out of her a few times I slipped my finger forward and felt for her clit. The little bud was as hard as a rock and sticking out like a mini-penis through her folds. "Do you like showing off your pussy to strange men? You like being spanked on the ass like a naughty girl should? Can you feel all the men staring at your ass right now?" She sobbed, "No... No!" but with little conviction as I rubbed her clit harder and faster. She was fighting her body, but she was losing, getting closer and closer to her peak. When she finally went over the edge I pressed hard into her clit, pinching it between two fingers as her whole body spasmed. Her cum spurted onto my hand, two then finally three times as she grunted in time with each wave. I eased up the pressure on her clit as she came down, finally slipping my finger back into her pussy and holding it there. "There. That wasn't so bad, was it? Now we know what a slut you really are. Now you know what happens to spoiled little cock teases like you." I slipped my finger out of her drenched pussy, causing a small moan to escape her lips. I grabbed around the waist and lifted her easily off of me standing her up. Her face was streaked with tears as she looked at me totally confused. Her hair was a mess, strands flying in every direction and sticking to her forehead, partially covering her face. She was pouting, obviously with no idea how to understand what just happened. I finally got a good look at her pussy, lips peaking out, decorated with a little tuft of blonde hair on top. "Oh, look, your cum left a stain on my jeans. Oh well..." I wiped more of her cum from my hand onto my pants and reached out to pull her pants back up. She suddenly remembered that she was standing in a public park at dusk naked from the waist down. She quickly pulled her pants up and smoothed her tops back down. She stood there looking at me without saying a word yet made no effort to leave. I took out a slip of paper and wrote the name of my hotel and room number on it. She wiped her face clear of tears with her arm and watched me. I handed her the slip of paper. "My name is Jack." I stood up, gathered my things, leaned down, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and walked away. When I got to my room I was tempted to beat off since I was hard as an iron pike even after the 10 minute walk to the hotel. Of course, periodically sucking and smelling my finger wasn't helping matters any. Instead, I just stripped down and took a quick shower. As I was drying myself off I heard a knock at my door. I wrapped the towel around me and stepped out of the bathroom. Looking through the peep hole, I threw the towel back into the bathroom and opened the door. I stood there naked, my semi-rigid cock hanging down. There she stood, my spoiled little Dutch girl with her bag from the train. She was clearly nervous, her boastful attitude from before still gone. She looked at my cock which was rapidly rising as I contemplated fucking her soundly in every way I knew how. I said nothing -- I wasn't going to make this easy for her. "My name is Mieke." And with that I stepped to the side as she walked into my hotel room.