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7.11.2016: Filthy Girl

Inspired by Masturbation Monday


Filthy Girl

It couldn’t wait. I needed to get off now and though to some it was horrid, I knew just the place.

I rushed down the hall not bothering to play polite to those I passed. Let them assume what they wanted. I passed cubicles, desks, ringing phones, and none of it mattered. People called out to me and I continued moving pass them. My hair had broken loose of the knot I’d fixed at the back of my head and so curls bounced around my shoulders and caressed my hyper sensitive skin at my neck.

I rounded the corner to the executive offices. Seeing my door was like a warm welcoming and a jolt to my already thriving libido. Adding a sprint to my already fast pace, I got to the door and walked in to my office. I closed the door, locking it, and dropped my briefcase to the floor. Resting my forhead against the door, I killed the lights with a flick of my wrist. I took a moment to calm my racing heart before heading to the couch. On the way my shirt, pants and shoes were disposed. Reaching my destination , I leaned forward over the arm of the couch and propped my body up with my hand. I slid down my panties anticipating that first touch. When my fingers stroked the folds that yearned for exploration, I whimpered.


He’d looked so good today in that meeting and his voice and tone always condoned authority. I shouldn’t have a crush on my boss. I should be ashamed. I stroked my slit teasing and denying. He’d looked at me with that smoldering gaze of his and I couldn’t help but to think he wanted me too. The thought prompted my fingers to delve deeper. Penetrating fingers met wetness that coated my hand. I sighed, finally getting relief.

I knew I was panting, knew I was needy and yet I wanted to draw it out. I wanted an orgasm so good my toes would curl.

I felt the pressure of another body behind me, startled I froze.

“I knew that sweet body of yours wanted me. I could see it in your eyes.”

I gasped. What in the hell…?

“How’d you get in here?”

“Well, I’d come to talk to you about the assignment I’d given you but you weren’t here yet. I helped myself to your bathroom and walked out to see the most enticing sight.”

I started to straighten, removing my fingers, but felt his hardness against me. He was hard everywhere. And I mean everywhere. He ground his hips against me just before I heard him unzip his pants. He slid his thickness between my folds coating him in my juices. He teased my clit with the tip over and over taking me to the brink. Why wouldn’t he slide it in already?  I knew it would be sweet. I’d probably combust right away.

I licked my lips whimpering like a bitch in heat waiting for him to seal the deal. He snaked his hand up and grabbed my breasts, cupping them tightly. He kissed my neck and sucked on it in small circles.


Thinking was becoming harder and harder to do as my body took control. He teased my opening but never penetrated. What was he doing to me?

“Fuck me already.” I pleaded.

“Dirty girls will get what they deserve, when they deserve it.”

“Hmm…” I moaned.

He pulled back from me a bit and I heard skin slapping skin. I looked back to see him stroking himself and lost in the sensations. I dropping my hand to my clit, I joined in. Moans echoed. Skin was met with skin. Wetness met with friction. He grunted. I moaned. We panted. He gripped my breast tighter crushing me to him. We sang the song of lust as our bodies gave into our most primal desires. I turned my head searching for that connection to take me over the edge. He didn’t disappoint. His lips were the sweetest drug taking me on the best high.

He held me captive as I pushed orgasm after orgasm forward, surrendering to his will. When he let me go to enjoy his own release I fell forward bent over the couch. Shortly after, I felt warmth shooting over my butt. Jets of cum sliding between my cheeks marked this stolen moment. He stumbled backwards leaning against the wall signaling his completion. I slid a finger along my cheeks, stealing his nectar for a taste. When I sucked my finger, he chuckled.

“You are one filthy girl.”

“Maybe you should remember that for the next time.” I responded confidently.

“Yeah, I will. I like dirty girls. Fucking filthy, they are.”

“Maybe you should teach me a lesson.”

Boss-man fixed his clothes, going back to being Mr. Commanding and put together. Except for his damped hair, nothing looked amiss.

“About that project…”

I stood up and started getting dressed. He squinted at me but continued speaking, studying me. After I was dressed and taking notes, I noticed the bulge in his pants again and I licked my lips.

“Focus.” There went that tone again.

I nodded and went back to note taking. When he was finished I understood my goal a lot clearer. This account was huge and he was trusting me with the important aspects. He turned to walk out the office but paused with his hand on the door knob.

“I don’t know how I’ll get through the day while thinking about you wearing my cum, you filthy girl. But if it becomes unbearable, you better be ready when I get back here.”

With that he left and I smiled knowing he’d be back and this time I’d show him how filthy I really am.

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7.7.2016: Oh, Sir (The Lesson: Part 2)


 (This is a two part story, posted as a Double Feature. Read Part 1.)

Oh, Sir (The Lesson: Part 2)

As Master walked to me I couldn’t help but admire him. He was beautiful in the most masculine of ways. His jeans hung low on his hips and my mouth watered wanting to lick along the seams. I knew what was underneath and my mouth wanted that as well.


Another pair of footsteps walked behind him. It couldn’t be… I looked up and moaned instantly. My eyes met his and it took everything in me not to meet them halfway. It had been so long since I’d played with Sir. Together he and Master were lethal. I knew I was beaming. Whatever I’d done lately, I’d been a good girl. This had to be a treat. Master and Sir…

Sir smiled and winked. It was one of those smiles that soaked your panties and since I wasn’t wearing any…

“I’ve missed you too girl.” Sir addressed me and the flutter in my heart couldn’t have been denied.

Separately, they each had their own style. Master demanded control. Sir inspired submission. Neither opinion was a complaint. I loved how they pushed me and teased me until I was a mess of emotions.

Master gripped my hair and pulled my head, arching my back. The tingling in my scalp hardened my nipples. My clit was stroked and pulled, grazing it along the knotted rope that covered only my body, my hands freed. The hand stroking me belonged to Sir. I submitted my body to him while Master demanded my mind. I focused on his eyes and hoped that I could handle them both tonight. I was already on edge again and didn’t have the strength to fight.

“Here’s to hoping you can handle what’s in store.” Master kissed me and I moaned at every twist of his tongue. His lips massaged mine, coaxing them to follow his sweet torture.

Kisses rained over my back and shoulders short-circuiting my brain. Sir bit me there branding my body with his marks. It burned and ached to pull me back from the edge that I’d been on, yet he continued stroking me with his fingers. Suddenly, I was unattended. Both men had pulled away, starving me of their touch. I watched as they stood still watching me, assessing.

“Ready to scream for me, girl?” Sir asked.

I nodded anxiously. “Yes, please Sir.”

He walked over to me, lifting me to my feet effortlessly. He walked me over to the padded table and bent me over. I spread my legs to keep me balanced.

“Good girl. Somebody is eager tonight.”

I groaned. I was and it couldn’t be denied.

Sir’s finger stroked my lips and I immediately sucked his finger inside. It wasn’t anywhere near the size of his shaft. He was thick, long, and loved to make me take it all. I couldn’t wait. I felt the moisture literally dripping from my cunt. I wanted to be used. I wanted to feel both of them taking their pleasure from me. I closed my eyes and sucked his finger giving him a taste of what my mouth would feel like in other places.

Sir groaned and I was excited that I’d pleased him. He removed his finger and swatted my ass before I heard him disappear to the closet. I knew what that meant. I slowed my breathing focusing on it.

“Good girl.”

Sir stroked my shoulders relaxing me further. His hand inched to the small of my back where he held me firmly. Cool wood stroked the curve of my butt before tapping me lightly on it. The initial taps reawakened the skin, preparing it for the real show. They grew in intensity until the sting blended into one continual burn. Tears rolled down my face relieving me of the pain. Yet, he didn’t stop. My derriere arched toward the paddle meeting it head on. I beckoned him for more with only my body and the moans from my lips. With every stroke of the paddle, I submitted more and more. When there was no more to give him, I still begged him to continue. My body didn’t belong to me anymore and I was fine with that too. Growing sluggish, I struggled to focus. The pain had taken over and was seducing my mind with its trickery. Pleasure was its new name and he demanded that I feel it. Succumbing felt delicious. I begged for more even as my mind started drifting. I gravitated towards the warmth that was offered and clouds enveloped me pulling me further in.


“Where’d you go?”

I blinked trying to focus on the brown eyes looking down at me. Sir was chocolate man candy that I wanted to lick all over. Had I fallen asleep before I’d gotten the chance? I couldn’t remember.


“Did I fall asleep?” My words were slurred to even my ears.

“Naaa, you just floated for me.”

I moved toward him and his lips met mine. His kiss was just as intense as he was. It was then that I realized that we were in bed and the ropes were gone. I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer still. I felt him stroking his thickness through my wetness and I moaned in encouragement. He teased me with his lips and his cock creating an inferno of desire. I wanted him. He wanted me. I gasped when he breached my opening.

“Tight.” He spoke between gritted teeth. He stroked my clit and I pulled more of him inside with each spasm.

Once he was deep inside, he flexed his hips into mine rhythmically. He pulled my arms from around his neck and pinned them above my head. He lowered his mouth to my nipples where he nipped and sucked at them. 


“Yes… say it again.”

He felt amazing and each sweep of his hips hit the best spots. He pulled me closer to him, arching my hips. My eyes widened as he pumped against my g-spot. My eyes watered and I cried out nice and long.

“Y-yeeeeeees. Please, Sir!”

Skin slapped skin and my juices coated us along with perspiration. Echoes of the dance of lust sounded throughout the room. He let go of my hands and gripped my shoulders bringing me harder against him. Everything tightened within me until it felt as if I would explode, and then I did.

He didn’t stop. I quaked around him on autopilot. My body took more of him as it prepared for another explosion. Tension built again inside me making me feel as though I was losing ground. Sir gripped my ass and pain mixed with pleasure was reawakened. I hissed at the initial contact but it sizzled out making my clit drum with the most intense ache.

Being this close, I could still smell his unique scent through the thick musk of sex. It would stay with me for days. He kissed my neck and buried his face there making my skin tingle.

“So good. So wet. I’ve missed how good you feel, girl.”

I sobbed and whined. “Sir, I’ve missed you too.”

His breathing was static and I knew he was close. “Please,” I begged. “Come inside me.”

He growled loudly into my ear. I held him tightly as he bucked and fucked his completion. He rode me hard triggering yet another orgasm to swallow me whole. When I calmed, I could feel the kisses along my neck. They were tender and I closed my eyes and relaxed into his hold. He rolled off of me, slowly withdrawing, and pulled me to his side. I cooed loving the feel of him as he stroked my hair.


I felt eyes on me and looked toward the doorway. Master leaned there and his expression was unreadable. I would have thought that I was in trouble but the bulge between his legs said differently. How long had he been standing there?

“Master?” I called for him.

“Have fun?” His expression was still serious but I could see the delight in his eyes.


“Good. When I come back from the kitchen you better be prepared for me.”

Eek! “Yes, Master.”

He turned and walked away leaving a chill to make its way over my body. Sir chuckled and slid from beside me. He kissed my forehead and walked into the bathroom off of the bedroom. I heard the shower and couldn’t help but to wonder what they were up to and if my body could survive.


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7.7.2016: Cheeky Girl (The Lesson: Part 1)



(This is a two part story, posted as a Double Feature. Read Part 2 here.)

Cheeky Girl (The Lesson: Part 1)


Pain. Pleasure. It all blended together. I was nice and tender but the smile on my face indicated that I’d enjoyed every bit of it. I pulled the sheet closer and my nipple protested at the fabric that grazed it. I whimpered but it wasn’t because I was complaining. I ache and it was from being well used.

He’d had his way with me bringing his dirty fantasies to life. I couldn’t believe the things that I’d done. A blush crept from my toes up to my hair follicles displaying exactly how I felt about the things he’d accomplished.


Startled, I gasped. My eyes darted to the doorway where He stood looking at me. Only parts of my body were covered by the sheet but it was as if he could see right through. He knew my body better than I did and it was an unsettling feeling. I pulled the sheets closer as if it could shield me from the inevitable. I was his for as long as I was here.

He made his way toward me and though I was anxious, my body thrummed with energy at the possibilities. As tender as I was, I couldn’t be ready for him again, right? I closed my eyes and time transfixed me into the moment where it all began.


There was something to be said about men with beards. For the love of me, I just wanted to lean in close and cuddle their faces. Nuzzling the hair there did all kinds of things to my nether places. Being denied the opportunity to touch was pure torture.

On the floor, I waited. My hands were firmly tied behind my back, roped along with everything else. He’d chosen blue rope because he enjoyed the color of it along my skin. Who was I to deny him? He’d tied the last knot and now all I could do was ponder my fate. I knew that no matter what I came up with, it wouldn’t be close to his evil ploy.

Speaking of torture, he’d pulled a number on me tonight. For starters, The rope caressed all of my naughty bits making it difficult to focus on any one thing. There was a blue anal plug firmly in place. Next, there were blue clothes pins on my nipples keeping them nice and hard. Initially, he’d used the rope to pinch my nipples sensitizing them so that even the lightest sweep of the wind stirred more need. He decided that he needed more. That’s when he’d grabbed the pins instead.


There was a knot that pressed against my clit keeping it nice and stimulated. The rope had to be drenched against my sex because my body hummed for the slightest relief. I wanted Him. Lastly, there was a blue and white wand vibrating against my mound on the medium setting. I squirmed against it wanting the friction to get me off. It vibrated only against the top and if I arched for more it would probably fall. I groaned in frustration. I groaned. “Why?”

“Why what, pet?”

“Why are you doing this?”

He sat directly in front of me on the couch watching me take every breath. My every struggle fed his sadistic nature. He was enjoying himself if the bulge in his lap was any indication. He leaned forward and feather light touches from his hand caressed my breasts. I sighed in defeat. It didn’t matter why he was doing this. He could and would.

He leaned down, drifting closer to me so slowly that the anticipation was killing me. When his lips touched mine, it was like finding water in the desert. I was starved for it and only he could sate me. I whimpered. I was hooked and I knew it. Tongues twisted and he held me close as he took what he wanted how he wanted it. I literally throbbed for him. I gasped in shock when I felt pressure to the wand, sending the vibrations lower and harder.

The pulses induced shock to my body. I felt every nerve as it came alive. Everything tightened and my heart rate accelerated. So close.  I panted. More! Almost. Right…

He removed the wand and pulled me onto and then over his lap. He caressed my face at the same time that he played in my wetness. I cooed needed more. My breathing hitched when he inserted something thick into me and began stroking me. What was he doing to me? Sensations traveled over my body and my eyes seemed to roll backward. The rope was holding the presumed dildo inside me firmly. I arched my hips and was rewarded with a firm swat. I looked over at him and he raised his eyebrow.

“It’s time for your punishment, cheeky girl.”

The next hit was on the swell of my butt and the sensations vibrated both the plug and the dildo. I closed my eyes to try to gain control but he never let up. Before I knew it, tears were pouring from my face and I was sobbing for relief.

“Please! Please!”

He didn’t say a word. It registered louder than the spanking. I wailed and collapsed onto him. Relaxing into the pain. After a while, he stopped and ran his hand across the skin that was probably fire engine red. I hissed but he continued. He chuckled and I turned towards him.


“You’re so wet.”

He had no way of telling and I couldn’t have been. Suddenly I felt his fingers trailing the wetness on my thighs, infuriating me. Before I could object, he slid me to the floor and unbuttoned his pants. His waist was at eye level so I swallowed hard. Words were caught in my throat unsure if it was wise to speak.

His erection was nice and hard. He stood at attention and pre-cum beaded at the top. The tie that was once around his neck was wrapped around the back of my neck and he used it to pull my mouth to him. I opened and it was filled immediately. I moaned. He tasted delicious.

“Cheeky girls need their mouths full to keep them in line.” I groaned.

I nodded but the effects of his actions made me shift. I wanted him inside of my cunt badly. I hummed around him and he moaned. He pulled my head forward and began fucking my mouth. It started off slowly but gradually he moved faster until he was in my throat and I was gagging for air. That didn’t stop him. I focused on breathing through my nose and flattening my jaw. He pulled out of my mouth and I took the small reprieve to swallow and gain as much air as I could. Between my legs was drenched with need. I whined needed more.

“Please, Master.” He tapped the side of my face with his cock before filling it. I moaned.


He flexed his hips and rode the reins of my mouth steadily. I shook with need trying to keep my body in check. I was losing the battle and the pending orgasm was seconds from exploding. He withdrew and bent me over the couch. The dildo was withdrawn and I was filled with him instead. He spread my legs and pushed my face into the couch as he sought refuge in my body. He spanked me hard as he bucked blending more pleasure and pain. I screamed in ecstasy at finally getting what I needed. Suddenly, my hair was pulled and my back arched taking him deeper.

“Oh. My. God!” I screamed.

“Take it all.” He said between clinched teeth.


His other hand gripped the rope at my lower back pulling me even harder. I couldn’t hold it anymore. It was time. I shouted and screamed as I creamed for him. I clenched down on the anal plug and him gripping hard.

“Yes!” He roared.

His strokes stiffened as he came. I collapsed over the back of me giving me his warmth. I closed my eyes relaxing into the moment.

“Lesson of the day?” He questioned between gulping air into his lungs.

“Cheeky girls, get filled and fucked?” I teased. My words came out slurred and breathless.

He chuckled and swatted my ass. It was all I remembered before drifting.

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6.27.2016: Mistress, Please


Inspired by Masturbation Monday


Mistress, Please


Moans filled my sleep-hazed mind stirring my libido.

“Please? Please?”

I frowned wondering if I was dreaming. When silence resumed, I settled back in trying to get lost in the happiness of sleeping in.

“Mistress Please!”

I knew that voice. I opened my eyes and rolled over to see pet stroking her plump clit. Her routine included waking up in enough time before work to masturbate. She wasn’t allowed to come, though. That was my decision as her Mistress.

I watched observing her juices coating her fingers, cunt lips, and even the sheets. She’d been a busy girl. Her thigh muscles were tense and spasming. I licked up her thigh tasting her juices. Her moans grew louder and wilder. I bit down on her thigh hearing the sweetest melody.

“Aaaah! Mistress, please!”

I chuckled. Why she thought I’d make this simple for her was beyond me. Her nipples were pebbled peaks that drew your mouth to them. I pulled them with my teeth and her body spasmed beneath me.

“So close. Please, I beg. Can pet come for you? I’ll…”

I blocked out her pleading and continued exploring “My” body. I licked across her collar bone and then bit into her neck.  She groaned and I felt a bit of her wetness against my thigh. I chuckled again.


“All of that excitement better be for me,” I spoke into her ear. I’d kept my voice low yet commanding.

“Yes!” Her fingers moved faster. I was getting into her mind now affecting her so much more.

“Pet, wants to come for Mistress, huh? I need you on edge before I can make a decision. Make that pussy beg for me. Show me how much you want to come.”

Pet threw her head back as she drove herself closer to the edge. Loud moans became groans. Her  fingers were now deep inside of her dripping cunt. I slid my fingers between us and stroked her clit. She moved to lift her head and I grabbed a fist full of her hair bringing her fully under my control.

“May I…”

“No. Not yet. Come closer to the edge. You’ll do it because I told you to. And we both know you make your Mistress happiest when you’re teetering on the edge.”

Her breathing shallowed and I knew she was just where I wanted her. Her orgasm was but a hair away. Sweat coated her body heavily as she struggled. Her body was going through the shock of being denied. She whimpered conveying the pain of holding back.  She was completely under my spell and power surged through me.  She was mine and I had the authority to make her suffer.

I leaned close to her ear to make sure that she could hear me through the fog that was probably settling in. “Come for me.”

The roar that emerged from her was electrifying. I watched her eyes as they lost focus. Her body grew heavy in my arms as she floated. Her arms went slack and I could see the beads of sweat cooling against her skin. Her fingers no longer fucked her greedy cunt. She was angled toward me and that too ignited my furnace of control.

I held her against me and waited for her to calm. I kissed her forehead, moved the wet curls from her head, and caressed her body. This was the start to my Monday and a damned good one too.


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6.23.2016: She Will



She Will

Mine. Bound. Ready. Waiting. Mine. I caressed the side of her cheek and she moaned. Any touch, especially mine had to be torturous. I’d pushed her to the brink and the only thing that she could do was wait. Would I let her come? Did she deserve it? I caressed her lips and she pulled my finger into her mouth. Hot. Wet. She sucked persistently demonstrating her talents. She’d get there eventually. On her knees begging, trying to convince me that I should give in to her desires. But this wasn’t about her. It never was. Her purpose is to satisfy me. And she will…


I stroked over her body tweaking this and that between my fingertips. She bucked, closer than before. I looked down to a trail coating her thighs. Always so responsive. I leaned close to kiss her lips and she held her breath. Would the lone kiss tip her over? I nibbled her lips and she purred the sweetest sound. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips but I caught it and pulled it into my mouth. As I kissed her, she shivered. Bucked. Fucked. Her moans grew louder into a scream that spoke of the truth. Orgasm.

I chuckled. She thought that this was over. I lowered her to her knees and waited for her body to calm.

“Yes Sir?”

I unbuckled my belt and sat it beside her. The lone tear was the indication that I needed to know that she understood. Permission wasn’t granted. I unbuttoned my pants exposing just how much I wanted her.

“Open. Lean forward and take all of me. Not another word.”

Being the good girl that she was, she complied.


I moved back and forth using her head as leverage. She gagged, choked, but still she followed my commands. She was my personal toy and the fun had only just begun.


She did and I barely held on. The warmth was enough for me to shoot off. But the way that her tongue moved, caressing me, inviting me to give her something to swallow, was almost too much. I pulled away and she used her hands to stroke me. She wanted this as much as I did. I nodded to her and again I went into her mouth.

Wet sounds echoed throughout the room and it stirred the demon that had been sleeping until now. She gurgled and my cock twitched. It was too soon. I pulled from her mouth and pulled her to her feet. Before she could catch her balance, she was bent over with her legs spread dripping with need. I entered her hard and fast. The gasp in surprised was followed by more moans. She cried out my name as I took what I sought.


Her walls quivered around me and I gripped her hips to anchor my control. She was tight and her pussy sucked me almost as well as her mouth had. Sweat beaded over us while passion took hold and didn’t let go. I spanked her as I rode her sweet ass into another orgasm.


“You will be punished for that too. I told you not to speak.”

Thinking about how I would punish her was all that I needed in order to slip. My grasp on my orgasm was gone and my sure strokes turned jerky and unsynchronized. I came so hard that I bucked her flat against the bed. My body was on top of hers and I panted in her ear.

“Please Sir, can your girl come too?” She spoke between tears and sobs.


Her body shook as I rolled off of her and pulled her into my arms.

“One orgasm was enough for today.”

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6.20.2016: More Please



Inspired by Masturbation Monday


 More Please

I was bound helpless, just the way he liked me. I wanted what he liked because it was that much more satisfying. He picked up a flogger with long leather strands and my body shivered in response. He always pushed me hard with that one.

My nipples pebbled in anticipation. My heart beat so hard that I felt as if it were beating out of my chest. Anxiety?

“Breathe, lass. Don’t stop the fun before it begins.”

His hands were of a working man that loved to spend his days building things. I’ve watched this carpenter sand wood the way that women desired to be made love to. I’ve experienced his touch and still I was envious. Men needed to sign up as his apprentice to learn his tricks. He was great at tearing things down to build something new and beautiful. I was proof of that.

“Good girl. Stay with me.”

Painfully slow, he kissed and stroked every inch of my body bringing it to life. The good spots were rewarded with sucking and licking. I didn’t mean genitalia. There was a spot on my thigh that curled my toes, he sucked it. The sensitive space beneath my ear was licked. The side of my knee was licked and sucked. My chin was nibbled and sampled. I was a mess and he hadn’t even touched the naughty places.


I looked up at him but I felt drunk with need. I nodded wanting anything from him that he’d give. He twirled the flogger  warming up before I felt the light stings of the tips of the strands. It was more of a caress than a flogging. That didn’t stop the blood from rushing to heat my skin. Thighs, sides of my breasts, hips, calves, and belly all received his call for me to pay attention. It was a warning.

The flogging stopped and back were his mouth and hands. He kneaded my breast. Palmed my ass. Cupped my cunt. All the while kissing my lips. Sucking my nipples. Stroking my clit. Must. Not. Beg. If I did  he’d draw it out longer and even withhold orgasms. That didn’t stop me from moaning. He loved the sound of my distressed need. It fed his Sadistic nature. Only he could end my suffering and he wasn’t there yet. I’d wait.


More. I gasped loudly as he pulled my clit into his mouth and sucked hard. My body fought for freedom but the cuffs and straps held me tight. His tongue teased every nerve ending I had in my pussy.  Every tongue stroke caused a wave to move down my body. I moved against his mouth hoping to find release. So close. His teeth scathed my sensitized clit making me still. He nipped it and the pain pushed my orgasm back a bit.

I watched as he slid beneath me  and then his tongue entered me in one sweep.

“Fuck, Sir!”

He chuckled against me but his tongue never wavered. He fucked me with it as if it were his dick. In and out, slowly and then fast. My stomach tightened, fighting spasms that threatened to take over. I was juicy and beyond needy. I was under his control and loving every second. Lost in a sea of passion. I couldn’t tell you when he got up but I heard his next words loud and clear.

“That pussy gets sweeter for me every time. I want to hear your desire for me loud and clear. I don’t want you to hold back. Beg me for my touch. This is one time you won’t regret it, lass.”


Hard slashes of leather bit my skin. My eyes open wide and another struck. My thighs burned and I couldn’t help but to cry out. He stepped forward and kissed me. I didn’t hold back and whined when he stepped away again. Rewarded for meeting his demand.

He started over lightly flogging me until he built up the intensity so much that he could only target my thighs and breasts. Pain? No. It’d burned into the most delicious pleasure I’ve ever tasted. And I wanted more.

“Please… please… please…”

My body was in shock at how high he was taking me. I wanted more. Craved it like it was the best drug I’d ever taken.

“Use me! Please don’t stop.”

More lashes. More strokes. More pain. More pleasure. More Him. I couldn’t ignore the way that my body had become weightless. I gripped my hands tighter hoping not to float off of the cross that I was attached to. My thoughts? Muddled. Colors begin to blend and I couldn’t make out my captor any more. Was I crying? My eyes closed, too heavy to hold open. Moving my lips became too much. I couldn’t feel him anymore was he there?  My heart raced. Was I running? Yes! The closer I got to the edge… of… Faster I pushed. Searching for the freedom at the finish… Harder to breathe… close… building… shaking… numbness… touching…

“Come for me!”

A rush followed by a release so monumental that my throat burned it’s cry. More building…


Release. Was that another?

The growl was unmistakable. “Again.”

No amount of preparation readied me for the release so powerful that I…

Kisses so tender, I barely felt through the fog, pulled at me. Warmth enveloped me and I sighed as comfort threatened to put me in a deep sleep.

“Baby, I need you to come back to me.”

I nodded. I didn’t want to leave him. Struggling to clear my mind, I groaned.

“Lassie girl.” The command behind his words couldn’t be ignored.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. Blinking to adjust my vision, the sight of him was more comforting than the fog.

“Good. Girl.”

I lifted my leg over his and came in contact with a very stiff cock. He pulled me closer and I reached for his erection. We were in bed. When did we get here? He pulled the blanket up higher around me.

“I’m on edge, girl. Careful.”

I nodded mischievously. I lowered my head and sucked him before stroking him quickly. Dominants need rewards too right? His hips arched and bucked. I licked around the head and sucked him deep before stroking him again. His grip on me grew tighter as he held back.

“Please let me serve you.” I purred.

“Fuck, yes girl!”

Thick jets squirt from him coating my hand and his thighs. He panted and growled his release. So sexy… I removed my hand and cleaned him with my mouth, milking him for more.

“You are something else.” He said while trying to catch his breath.

I smiled as I slid up to steal a kiss. “Only for you.”


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6.13.2016: Real Simple


Inspired by Masturbation Monday

Real Simple

My angel kneeled in front of me almost too perfectly. I sipped my beer knowing exactly what I wanted tonight. Sometimes you just had to keep things real simple. And I was in a simple kind of mood.

“Lay back and touch that kitty cat for me, angel. Make her nice and wet so I can hear you purr for me.”


Angel stripped and I gave her a pillow from the couch. She propped up her upper body aiming her pussy toward the floor. She spread her lips giving me the perfect view of her glistening cunt. She was ready but I wanted her worked up before I was seated deep inside.

She teased the underside of her clit making her thighs spasm.

“Shit!” I palmed my dick ready to take her here and now.

I thought she was going to come because she was shaking so hard. She removed her fingers but ground her hips into the floor. She was only warming up. She teased her folds as if she were going to penetrate herself but she always stopped short. She was panting from how turned on she was. Her clit was swollen and begging for me to suck it. She whimpered and I looked up to see her sucking her nipple.

“Mhm…” I encouraged.

Her fingers disappeared into her dripping canal with little resistance. I could imagine being inside of her with her slick   passage sucking me deeper into her warmth. I shifted, restraining myself from saying “the hell with it” and taking over.

“Touching myself for you always  makes me want you so bad.”

“Yeah?” I unzipped my pants and pulled my boxer briefs down a bit to spring my dick free. Yeah… I was ready.


“Yes, Sir.”

Each upward thrust of her fingers was met with a downward swing of her hips bringing her closer to the edge. Her moans turned into groans. Groans into the best fucking purring I’d ever heard.

“Fuck, angel. You’re making me so hard.”

She raised her fingers of her free hand to her mouth and sucked two of her fingers into her mouth. Her moans grew louder, her hips moved wilder, and her cunt dripped. It was all for me. I stroked my shaft and it seemed to push her into overdrive. Louder moans and whimpers flowed from her quivering lips. It was time.

“Come for me, girl.” I was so aroused that my voice was strained.

“Ye-s Sir.” She screamed so loud that I gripped my cock to keep from coming.

It was one of those feel good orgasms that made her keep pumping her fingers. I slid between her legs and stroked her clit making her spiral into another orgasm.  She was limp and drifting when I picked her up and headed to the bedroom where the good shit would happen. I figured she should be comfortable when I fucked the little energy that she had left out of her.


I laid her down and stripped off my clothes. She watched through heavy lids.

“Is that kitty ready for more?”

Angel spread her legs and nodded. “Please.”

She didn’t know what she was asking for but I was about to show her.

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6.9.2016: Dreaming?




I opened my eyes and closed them back instantly. Drowsy. Horny. Wet. Ready. Dreams of him flooded my memory making me want to seek his body for a good hard fuck. My body protested every thought. I was tired and needed more sleep. Conflicted. That place between consciousness and not held me tight and wouldn’t let go. I need to rest but I wanted to take action. The energy surrounding me held a degree of passion that wouldn’t let me shake it. I could almost feel…

Lips sucked my sensitive nipples and I moaned. There was no holding back. Lust driven, I needed to get off. I opened my eyes and saw no one but I felt a tug on my nipples and my eyes closed, back arched. I could feel the heat of his body as he kissed up my body and over my neck. I tossed my head aside giving him access. I gripped the sheets to channel all of my energy his way.

He turned my head back to him and looked into my eyes. My labored breathing encouraged my beating heart. Or was it the other way around? He started to fade and so I stopped thinking. The image of him became clearer and I felt my legs being spread wide. He used his thick erection to spank my clit into submission. Loving the sting, I cried at how good it felt. He nodded his approval and then he entered me in one long thrust. My eyes widened and I air rushed from my lungs.



I did but it was only to moan. He was so deep. I was so full. My pussy came awake all at once and it throbbed. He slid his arms beneath mine and then gripped my shoulders as he pounded me wildly. What the…

My body shook as he hit the same sweet spot repeatedly. I lifted my legs angling him directly where I wanted. My legs quivered and I gushed with every down sweep of his hips. Tears coated my face as I made indescribable noises of affirmation.

“Please don’t stop!” I begged.

I slid my fingers down to my clit as he raised his body a bit. I stroked it over and over as my body was racked with orgasm after orgasm. They were small bits of relief that were growing in intensity.

“Are you trying to make me come?” He asked.

I shook my head no. I needed him hard and thrusting to continue getting off. No, I didn’t want him to come yet. I moved my fingers faster pressing my sex button harder. What has gotten in to me?

“Me.” He said.

I moaned louder as the most intense orgasm began building. He looked at me but his rhythm faltered as I grew closer. I was pulling him in with me and his features were distorting as he fought off his own orgasm. His hand gripped my hips pulling me closer. The other hand pulled at my hair. I was being pulled underwater in a sea of passion and I was drowning. Suspended I closed my eyes as my body panicked in response to the pull that wouldn’t let go.

“Come with me.”

The sweetest release numbed me. Rapid firing sparks were setoff. One after another. Again and again. My arms were now at my sides limp and my legs were…


I felt a sting to my clit and then blackness.


The alarm clock sounded and I groaned. I fought with heavy limbs to get up and walk across the room and silence it. It was the only way to wake the non-early bird. Never opening my eyes, the steps were ingrained into my brain and so was the button pressing. Like always I walked back to the bed but my conscious warned me that there was no going back. I opened my eyes and looked at the bed that I desperately wanted to climb into. The sheets were soiled and appeared to have that same moist look that it does after sex. There were no traces of another person and yet I felt fucked. Fully awake I looked around the dimly lit room. Was it a dream?


I heard a click and ran to the living room seeing no traces of a person and the door was locked. I frowned and wiped my face with hands trying to dispose of the sleep induced fog. I pulled my hand back to my nose smelling the sweet essence of me. I moaned. Yes, I smelled delicious. No longer caring about what happened, I headed to the shower. It was time for my Saturday workout and suddenly I was feeling on top of the world; riding a high that comes natural after the best of fucks.


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6.6.2016: No!



Inspired by Masturbation Monday



His fingers were deep inside me stroking a fire that he controlled. He was using his other hand to stroke his hard flesh. I wanted it. Badly. I licked my lips wanting to suck him off or ride him until he released inside me.

“See something you want?”

I growled in frustration. He wouldn’t let me come and I wasn’t allowed to touch his erection. I wanted it. Needed it.

I whined. “Please, Sir.”

“No. Bad girls aren’t allowed to touch my cock.”

I slapped the bed beside me.

“Temper tantrums are what put you in this position. Do you think you should be throwing another?”

“I’m sorry. I won’t… ooooh!” I moaned. He was taking me higher and my hips welcomed the thrusts of his fingers. What was I saying?

“I don’t trust the promises of a greedy girl.”

I wanted to touch him and my hands sought him but I stopped them, needing to follow his instruction. This was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I was a fiend and he was the best drug. Who could deny that?

As the spasms wrecked, my eyes were heavy, and I licked my lips again. “Please let me suck you.”

“No.” What did he mean “no”?

Frustrated I reached for him and when I was almost there, his facial expression of a disappointed scowl was enough to make me freeze. I gripped my hair feeling insane. I was getting angry but still I rode his fingers. They weren’t as amazing as his lovely penis but a girl had to deal with what she got.

“Girls that throw hissy fits don’t deserve to feel my dick inside them.”

I panted wanting it. Every time he said no, I wanted it more. Maybe I didn’t deserve it. Maybe I should act better. Maybe I shouldn’t have pulled all of my clothes out of the closet because I couldn’t find what I wanted to wear. Maybe I should have controlled my anxiety better. After being scolded, I’d cleaned it all up and made it nice and pretty. That was a start, right?

I saw a bit of cum shoot from him and I leaned forward. He shook his head no as he removed his fingers from my dripping cunt. He sniffed the fingers that he’d used to fuck me and switched hands, jerking with my juices on his hand. I wanted to object. I wanted him to use me instead. I was jealous. It was upsetting yet so flipping sexy. I was mesmerized by how he enjoyed me without—me. I watched as he came, making a mess on his thighs, groin, and stomach. It could have been inside me but maybe he’d let me clean him? His eyes were closed and he was savoring the moment. Conflict ricocheted through my mind. I wanted him to always find his pleasure, I just wanted it to be with me.

When he was finished, he pulled a towel from behind him and wiped away the evidence of his orgasm. I pouted silently. How could he just…?

“Go get cleaned up. We have to get to dinner and on time. Your clothes are hanging on the back of the bathroom door.”

I nodded and scurried away. I wiped the tear from my face as the punishment finally hit home. I turned on the water of the shower and felt Him enter the bathroom. I turned facing him.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered.

He nodded and walked over to me. The simple kiss to my forehead warmed me. He followed it with kisses to my nose, cheeks, and finally a long lingering kiss to my lips.


“Get dressed.” With that he walked out.

I got in the shower not wanting to waste any more time. I thought about his body as he came and how it arched into his hand. A hand that was coated in me. He’d wanted me just as badly, if not more. There was satisfaction in that. Mhm… His.

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5.30.2016: Caught


Inspired by Masturbation Monday


Movement caught my attention out of my peripheral view. At first I couldn’t tell what she was doing underneath the table but like lightening, realization struck. This girl was masturbating underneath the damn table. I looked around trying to see if anyone else was aware of what was going on. I was surprised to see that no one else watching.


I looked up to see her watching me. The longer I watched the faster she stroked her little clit. She was a nasty girl that needed to be punished. If I had to guess, she was in her mid-twenties. School was still in so with it being early afternoon, there was no chance that a child would be a witness to her debacle.

I raised my eyebrow and her head dropped back as if she was overwhelmed with sensations. Her hips bucked. Her back arched. Her mouth gasped. Her nipples hardened through her white shirt. She fingers gripped the desk and her body grew flush from the force of the orgasm. I smiled watching the entire time.

I stood and walked over to her, stiff dick and all. Her eyes widened in surprise when I leaned down and spoke so only she could hear.

“Meet me at the bathroom.”

I waited outside the bathroom after I checked it’s vacancy. I didn’t know if she would follow my instructions since we didn’t know one another. When she appeared, I was more than pleased. I opened the door to the bathroom and her pace slowed. The hesitation was good. She didn’t know what would happen once she was inside. When she was inside, I closed the door.

“Hands on the sink and bend over.” She followed my orders and I raised her skirt and pulled down her soggy panties.

When I dragged my hard over her bottom she jumped a bit at the initial contact. I continued but knew my time was limited. The door was locked but eventually someone would need in.

“Only bad girls masturbate in public.”

“I’m not bad.”

“What do you call it?”

“Being horny.”

“And you’re disobedient. What’s your safe word?”


“Yes. Do you need me to explain it?”

“No. Strawberry.”

“Strawberry it is then. You’re getting spanked for being naughty and teasing me. You’ll count them out loud.”


The sting radiated through the skin on my hand causing my own erection to jerk. She squirmed and then she whispered.





We continued this way until her ass was nice and red. Tears streamed down her face and yet she complied.

“Good girl.”

She sniffed. I landed another two to her ass and then pulled her panties up and her dress down.

“13.” She informed me as I worked to get her back in order.

“Good job. Now clean your face and return to your seat.”

I exited the bathroom and went back to the table where I went back to researching. Moments later, she walked out. Her fresh was freshly cleaned and she looked settled. She looked at me and blushed before she began writing. She fidget in her seat and I didn’t know if it was from arousal or the soreness from her ass. I smiled evilly and adjusted my crotch noticeably. She blushed more and kept her gaze lowered.

Too bad she wasn’t mine or I’d fuck her senseless. I stretched out my shoulders and went back to my work. Getting off would have to wait. There were more pressing issues that needed to be handled. Focused, time melted away while I worked. I felt a presence beside me and saw a scrap of paper placed on the table. When I looked up she was walking away and already halfway across the room. She turned to me, smiled, waved, and then exited the building.

Score. All of a sudden research didn’t seem as important. I packed up and headed off to find the naughty girl that liked to masturbate in public.

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