Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Inspection...
I feel fully fucked and abused as I'm preparing to leave him. This is the hard part...wanting to linger and continue...
"There's nothing I want more than to keep you around and rape you all night, but..."
I get chills at the thought...oh how I want that! Instead, I smile and kiss him good-bye.
"Turn around. Drop your pants."
This is new. I almost question him...almost. I turn around and lower my pants, revealing my bare ass to him...no panties, of course.
"Bend over."
Ummm...okay.
"Spread yourself. Let me see you."
I obediently show him my ass and well-fucked pussy. He says nothing. I feel his eyes on me...I feel awkward. I make a move to stand, thinking he's done.
"I didn't tell you to stand. Bend over."
Okay. I bite my lip. He's explored my body deeply and often, yet I feel self-conscious with this inspection. He's silent, but I feel his eyes on me...intense.
"Don't move. You aren't done."
I'm actually at a loss at this point. He has never inspected me so casually...or in such a position... Damn if I don't feel my pussy moisten at his commands.
"Now, you're done. Pull your pants up."
I feel relief but still approach him for his approval. He leans forward, pressing his face into my crotch, deeply inhaling the scent of my pussy. It turns me on so much when he breathes me in like this. I'm getting weak in the knees as he brings his fingers up to rub the fabric of my pants against my used pussy. He's sawing his hand back and forth across my lips, gradually pushing the fabric into my slit and against my clit. I'm overcome with lust and grab his shoulders for stability. He's alternating between rubbing my clit and inhaling my scent on his fingers. This continues until I'm coming hard from his ministrations. He removes the fabric of my pants from my pussy, sits back, and smiles at me.
He calls me later to tell me that he has been smelling his fingers all evening. I smile and think back to his inspection of me...my pussy is wet as I begin sliding my fingers over my clit...
"There's nothing I want more than to keep you around and rape you all night, but..."
I get chills at the thought...oh how I want that! Instead, I smile and kiss him good-bye.
"Turn around. Drop your pants."
This is new. I almost question him...almost. I turn around and lower my pants, revealing my bare ass to him...no panties, of course.
"Bend over."
Ummm...okay.
"Spread yourself. Let me see you."
I obediently show him my ass and well-fucked pussy. He says nothing. I feel his eyes on me...I feel awkward. I make a move to stand, thinking he's done.
"I didn't tell you to stand. Bend over."
Okay. I bite my lip. He's explored my body deeply and often, yet I feel self-conscious with this inspection. He's silent, but I feel his eyes on me...intense.
"Don't move. You aren't done."
I'm actually at a loss at this point. He has never inspected me so casually...or in such a position... Damn if I don't feel my pussy moisten at his commands.
"Now, you're done. Pull your pants up."
I feel relief but still approach him for his approval. He leans forward, pressing his face into my crotch, deeply inhaling the scent of my pussy. It turns me on so much when he breathes me in like this. I'm getting weak in the knees as he brings his fingers up to rub the fabric of my pants against my used pussy. He's sawing his hand back and forth across my lips, gradually pushing the fabric into my slit and against my clit. I'm overcome with lust and grab his shoulders for stability. He's alternating between rubbing my clit and inhaling my scent on his fingers. This continues until I'm coming hard from his ministrations. He removes the fabric of my pants from my pussy, sits back, and smiles at me.
He calls me later to tell me that he has been smelling his fingers all evening. I smile and think back to his inspection of me...my pussy is wet as I begin sliding my fingers over my clit...
"Hurt me, please"
There is always sexual tension when we're together. Spoken and unspoken. The last day we spent together was supposed to be platonic...with a little flirtation, as usual. I don't know exactly when the atmosphere changed, but I know it culminated in my car, driving down the interstate at 70 mph! Conversation had turned to us and our adventures...things he wants me to do...my willing participation in his deviant designs...and I was getting so turned on. His presence alone gets me hot, but when he starts talking about sex, I'm constantly buzzing on the verge of an orgasm. God, he is so fucking sexy.
"If you had no one to answer to, I would mark you up daily."
I want that. He knows how badly I want to see HIS bruises and red marks across my pale skin...but it isn't that simple.
I'm driving...he's in the passenger seat caressing my exposed skin, occasionally squeezing my breasts from the outside of my shirt. First, he removes my right breast from its confines, then my left. I don't shield myself as cars and trucks pass us. He grins as he pulls at my pierced nipples.
"You want them to see, don't you?"
I bite my lip and nod. As much as I crave his exposure of me, I almost always revert to the shy girl knowing I shouldn't be so wanton and brazen. It just encourages him to push me further outside my comfort zone.
He's caressing and squeezing my exposed breasts while I focus on the road ahead. If I look at him, I'll be lost and completely out of control. He's giving each nipple extra attention that I feel all the way into my clit. It's then that I realize he's removed the barbells from my nipples and has put them away. Ummm...this is new. He does nothing without reason, and I am distracted with my wonderings. I don't question him though.
The first slap to my right breast doesn't hurt as much as it surprises me. Looking back, I think he was determining the best angle to achieve the desired effect. He found it.
Slap...slap...slap...light caressing...pinching and twisting my nipples painfully...
He's taken my breath. I audibly swallow, breathe deeply, focus on my task at hand...driving. Harder he slaps my right breast...harder he tortures my nipple, pulling it up, dragging it to him and away...then the light caresses...oh God the caresses... I tremble from the pain, but the caresses are sending constant lightning bolts through my nipple straight to my clit. I feel my pussy leaking and know that my pants are dampening by the minute...especially since I'm not wearing panties...
The drive isn't short. His assault on my breast continues as I approach an insanely strong orgasm. Slap...slap...slap...pinch & pull...caress. I'm dizzy with the pain and pleasure...my breathing is labored... In true 30 fashion, he sits there smiling, analyzing my response, enjoying hurting me & knowing it gets me off...
"You're tensing."
Yes. It hurts.
"Beg me to hurt you more."
Please.
"'Please' what?"
Please hurt me.
Slap...slap...slap...twist...pinch...caress...
"Again. I'm just waiting on you."
Hurt me, please.
Slap...slap...slap...caress...pull...squeeze...
I've pulled off now and he's gently rubbing my abused breast. The bruising is already showing, and he's marvelling at the heat radiating from my reddened flesh. But, he doesn't stop...in seconds he has me coming from nipple play alone...
We reach our destination with continued tit-slapping. His attacks are so random...sometimes hard slaps, sometimes he stops abruptly and lightly caresses...I'm sweating from the anticipation and excitement. Once inside, he pushes me against the wall using my breasts to guide me. His hands wrap tightly around my right breast and squeeze with all his strength. He alternates rubbing my raw nipple with his facial hair or sucking it gently into his mouth. I'm coming again as he drags me to his bed.
He talks to me while he fucks me.
"You're my slut. I own you."
Yes.
"You liked walking around with my come dripping from your pussy, didn't you? Only sluts and tramps like that. Tell me what you are."
I'm a slut...nothing but a tramp. I loved the feel of your come inside me.
"Do you remember your name?"
Slut.
"Good. Your pussy...your ass...your tits...your mouth...all mine, aren't they? To use as I please."
Yes. All yours.
"You will do everything I ask of you...no exceptions."
Yes. Everything. No exceptions.
He fucks me senseless before he comes in my mouth. I leave bruised and exhausted...counting the days until the next time he uses me.
"If you had no one to answer to, I would mark you up daily."
I want that. He knows how badly I want to see HIS bruises and red marks across my pale skin...but it isn't that simple.
I'm driving...he's in the passenger seat caressing my exposed skin, occasionally squeezing my breasts from the outside of my shirt. First, he removes my right breast from its confines, then my left. I don't shield myself as cars and trucks pass us. He grins as he pulls at my pierced nipples.
"You want them to see, don't you?"
I bite my lip and nod. As much as I crave his exposure of me, I almost always revert to the shy girl knowing I shouldn't be so wanton and brazen. It just encourages him to push me further outside my comfort zone.
He's caressing and squeezing my exposed breasts while I focus on the road ahead. If I look at him, I'll be lost and completely out of control. He's giving each nipple extra attention that I feel all the way into my clit. It's then that I realize he's removed the barbells from my nipples and has put them away. Ummm...this is new. He does nothing without reason, and I am distracted with my wonderings. I don't question him though.
The first slap to my right breast doesn't hurt as much as it surprises me. Looking back, I think he was determining the best angle to achieve the desired effect. He found it.
Slap...slap...slap...light caressing...pinching and twisting my nipples painfully...
He's taken my breath. I audibly swallow, breathe deeply, focus on my task at hand...driving. Harder he slaps my right breast...harder he tortures my nipple, pulling it up, dragging it to him and away...then the light caresses...oh God the caresses... I tremble from the pain, but the caresses are sending constant lightning bolts through my nipple straight to my clit. I feel my pussy leaking and know that my pants are dampening by the minute...especially since I'm not wearing panties...
The drive isn't short. His assault on my breast continues as I approach an insanely strong orgasm. Slap...slap...slap...pinch & pull...caress. I'm dizzy with the pain and pleasure...my breathing is labored... In true 30 fashion, he sits there smiling, analyzing my response, enjoying hurting me & knowing it gets me off...
"You're tensing."
Yes. It hurts.
"Beg me to hurt you more."
Please.
"'Please' what?"
Please hurt me.
Slap...slap...slap...twist...pinch...caress...
"Again. I'm just waiting on you."
Hurt me, please.
Slap...slap...slap...caress...pull...squeeze...
I've pulled off now and he's gently rubbing my abused breast. The bruising is already showing, and he's marvelling at the heat radiating from my reddened flesh. But, he doesn't stop...in seconds he has me coming from nipple play alone...
We reach our destination with continued tit-slapping. His attacks are so random...sometimes hard slaps, sometimes he stops abruptly and lightly caresses...I'm sweating from the anticipation and excitement. Once inside, he pushes me against the wall using my breasts to guide me. His hands wrap tightly around my right breast and squeeze with all his strength. He alternates rubbing my raw nipple with his facial hair or sucking it gently into his mouth. I'm coming again as he drags me to his bed.
He talks to me while he fucks me.
"You're my slut. I own you."
Yes.
"You liked walking around with my come dripping from your pussy, didn't you? Only sluts and tramps like that. Tell me what you are."
I'm a slut...nothing but a tramp. I loved the feel of your come inside me.
"Do you remember your name?"
Slut.
"Good. Your pussy...your ass...your tits...your mouth...all mine, aren't they? To use as I please."
Yes. All yours.
"You will do everything I ask of you...no exceptions."
Yes. Everything. No exceptions.
He fucks me senseless before he comes in my mouth. I leave bruised and exhausted...counting the days until the next time he uses me.
Filling me...
The first time 30 came inside me is almost impossible to convey into words. After fucking for what seemed like forever, I felt him tensing, felt his cock harden even more inside me, felt him explode over and over filling my pussy...then we lay spent, catching our breath...
All I could think about was tasting him...tasting his come as it combined with my own juices... I dipped my fingers deep inside my well-fucked pussy, then brought them to my lips, licking our sex from my dripping fingers over and over.
Later that night, thinking about the day's events and still smelling of sex, I masturbated by rubbing his come over my clit until I came again.
Falling asleep, all I could think about was him filling me...
All I could think about was tasting him...tasting his come as it combined with my own juices... I dipped my fingers deep inside my well-fucked pussy, then brought them to my lips, licking our sex from my dripping fingers over and over.
Later that night, thinking about the day's events and still smelling of sex, I masturbated by rubbing his come over my clit until I came again.
Falling asleep, all I could think about was him filling me...
Appetizer
From across the room he directs me...
"Put your feet up there...play with your pussy."
I only smile and do as he wishes.
No more is said for a time. I can feel my pussy getting wetter as I rub my clit, and I wonder if he's going to do or say anything else before I come. Without warning, he stands and walks over to me, sitting between my legs on the footstool. His hands begin caressing my legs, sliding up and down my body, grabbing my breasts. He removes my right breast from my bra, pulling my shirt down with it. His fingers work their way up my pants leg until he reaches my dripping pussy where he lightly plays with my lips. I push my hips towards him trying to get his fingers into me.
"Aren't you a horny little girl today?"
Yessssss. You do this to me every time. I'm your needy slut.
I sigh and pout as he pulls away from me...though it's only to remove one leg from my pants. I never know exactly what he has planned, and I've learned to not complain and just go with it. I actually worry that he'll withhold what he knows I really want as a warning and lesson, so I just bite my tongue.
He's caressing my legs again. God, that feels so good. Little chills run up and down my spine at his touch. He knows what he wants though and starts sliding fingers into my pussy and over my clit. I rock the chair into his hand and feel him adding fingers until my pussy is stretching with the width of his hand.
"You love that, don't you?"
I can only nod as I continue to rock against him. He's bringing me closer and closer to orgasm, and I can only seem to moan and whimper. My pussy is pulsing and throbbing as he works his thumb in with his fingers. Now, he's using my exposed nipple to rock me onto his hand...twisting and pulling that little sensitive piece of flesh as he stretches my pussy to accomodate his hand. All I can do is hold on to the back of the chair as I come over and over, tears running down my face. When he's satisfied that I've had enough -- for now -- he removes his hand an wipes my juices on my legs.
He helps me back into my pants, gives me that devious little smile, then gets up and resumes what he was doing.
All I can do is sit there and recover. That was just the day's appetizer...
"Put your feet up there...play with your pussy."
I only smile and do as he wishes.
No more is said for a time. I can feel my pussy getting wetter as I rub my clit, and I wonder if he's going to do or say anything else before I come. Without warning, he stands and walks over to me, sitting between my legs on the footstool. His hands begin caressing my legs, sliding up and down my body, grabbing my breasts. He removes my right breast from my bra, pulling my shirt down with it. His fingers work their way up my pants leg until he reaches my dripping pussy where he lightly plays with my lips. I push my hips towards him trying to get his fingers into me.
"Aren't you a horny little girl today?"
Yessssss. You do this to me every time. I'm your needy slut.
I sigh and pout as he pulls away from me...though it's only to remove one leg from my pants. I never know exactly what he has planned, and I've learned to not complain and just go with it. I actually worry that he'll withhold what he knows I really want as a warning and lesson, so I just bite my tongue.
He's caressing my legs again. God, that feels so good. Little chills run up and down my spine at his touch. He knows what he wants though and starts sliding fingers into my pussy and over my clit. I rock the chair into his hand and feel him adding fingers until my pussy is stretching with the width of his hand.
"You love that, don't you?"
I can only nod as I continue to rock against him. He's bringing me closer and closer to orgasm, and I can only seem to moan and whimper. My pussy is pulsing and throbbing as he works his thumb in with his fingers. Now, he's using my exposed nipple to rock me onto his hand...twisting and pulling that little sensitive piece of flesh as he stretches my pussy to accomodate his hand. All I can do is hold on to the back of the chair as I come over and over, tears running down my face. When he's satisfied that I've had enough -- for now -- he removes his hand an wipes my juices on my legs.
He helps me back into my pants, gives me that devious little smile, then gets up and resumes what he was doing.
All I can do is sit there and recover. That was just the day's appetizer...
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