used – Jade Royal– International Bestselling Author

Posted on August 4, 2016August 4, 2016 by Jade Royal — 2 Comments

8.4.2016: One More

You quivered around me and I fought to hold on to the orgasm that ached to be free. Three orgasms and you owed me two more. You were tired and whimpering but I couldn’t back off now. Besides, we both knew that you loved to be pushed. Your back was to me and I took a moment to kiss up the column of your neck.

“Please,” you begged, “I can’t.”

“You can and you will.”

You sounded almost regretful. It stirred the sadistic urges that threatened to take over but we both knew you didn’t want that. I pulled each of your nipples before stroking over your body. You purred and I knew that you weren’t really done. You just needed some help getting there.

“I’ll make a deal with you. If you come once more, and I mean a good hard orgasm, I’ll forgive the last one. If not, I expect both of them.”

“But…”

“No. Buts.”

I picked up the wand that lay on the table beside us. I turned it on low and moved it over your body.

“Ah!” Your body shivered in shock. It was close to its limit and I recognized that, but there was more to give.

I placed the wand on your clit and stroked it lightly. Your hips bucked towards it forcing you to ride my hard shaft.

“Yes,” I whispered.

The sensations were sweet and longed for more. The wetness sucking me in and out of your body had me gasping for air. You gripped me tightly making every stroke of your cunt over my erection painfully good. I felt every quiver, every thrust, and just how wet you were. It was fucking amazing, damn near bringing me to my knees. When you gave me that orgasm that I craved, it would set us both off into a whirlwind of pleasure.

Indescribable sounds left your lips like the sweetest melody. Strangled moans, half groans, and pathetic cries implied just how much your body loved this. You needed this just as much as I. I clicked the wand up two speeds and those sounds grew louder. I wound my hips into you as you pushed into me. The spasms shook you so hard that you could only hold on to the cuffs that kept you in place. Without them, you’d have collapsed long ago. Your hold onto my hardness loosened a little and I knew it was because of the greed that I’d stirred. Your pussy was a needy girl and loved my ruthless charm.

“It. Hurts.” You cried out.

Aaaaah. Now we’re getting somewhere. “Good.” I turned up the speed on high and you screamed. “Time to make you cry.”

I held the wand firmly in place as your body shook hard. There was no need for me to move since you’d tightened around me again and the spasm massaged me in the worst way. It was time. Your moans took everything out of you leaving you gasping for each breath. Fuck! I gripped your hip holding on to the last of my resolve.

Your orgasm ripped forward and you growled like the fiercest cat in the wild. I’d tamed you into embracing that animalistic nature when it called. You took hold of the beast and didn’t let go. Your hips moved violently fucking me without abandon as you took that ball of lust and rode it hard, good. I gave you as you gave me. My body was a mess of matching spasms that manifested and released into you. I howled letting go of everything and it was fucking unreal how good I felt.

We were soaked in everything us and I cared not. I removed the wand from your clit and slowly withdrew from your folds. I stumbled backward realizing I was just as fucked up. You were floating and it gave me the time to find some sort of balance. Beautifully spent, I carried you to the bed and pulled us under the duvet. Off on my on high, I let us ride out the feelings until we were both competent.

I woke to you nibbling my lips and I smiled. “Hey there.”

“Mmm… Hello, Sir.” You paused to respond and then went back to your kissing fest.

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Well used.” You laid your head on my chest and I cuddled you closer.

“Good. You wore me out.” I confessed.

“That makes two of us. Thank you, Sir.”

I rumbled in approval. “Welcome. Sleep with me, pet.”

You nodded and mumbled. “Yes.”

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Posted on July 11, 2016July 18, 2016 by Jade Royal — 6 Comments

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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Posted on June 13, 2016 by Jade Royal — 2 Comments

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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Posted on May 9, 2016May 9, 2016 by Jade Royal — 4 Comments

5.9.2016: Fucking Amazing

Inspired by: Masturbation Monday

Fucking Amazing

Waking up to an empty bed and stiff dick is the worst damn feeling when you have the need to fuck. Must be Monday. Any other day of the week and her sweet lips would be here welcoming me to a new day. Brighter fucking morning when you’re drained by her mouth and coffee placed in your hand as she says “Have a good day, Sir.”

Mondays though, I’m left to suffer without her while she goes to her early workout class. Yoga or another. All I know is that I’d have no issues getting up an hour early to work her out. Reasons of workout buddy commitments don’t seem like reason enough. She has a greater purpose and tending to me is a high priority. I’ll admit, I’m a man that wants what he wants, when he wants. So being denied doesn’t sit well for me, but I spoil my angel and giving her this day is the least that I can do.

The image of her sweet face, sexy almond eyes, lips made for sucking me, and her wicked tongue only makes my situation worse. Harder. I can easily feel her mouth around me so I lower my hand under the sheet and close my eyes. Shit! I love how she looks up at me seeking approval as she lavishes me with that skillful tongue of hers.

But nothing beats when she closes her eyes and swallows me. Not because I’m in her throat but because she enjoys it so much that she closes her eyes to savor the damn moment. Tightening my grip, images start running through my mind of her on her knees shining me.

I use my hand to cup my sac and massage it while beating. The sounds of skin milking skin forces memories of her cunt gripping me as I slide balls deep inside her. It always makes her wetter. Without much movement, I reach into the drawer beside me and grab the lube. A squirt later I feel her wetness covering me as I began stroking my dick again. Twisting and pulsing movements make me throw my head back arching into my hand, her cunt.

“Please!” I hear her beg and my pace quickens. Her back arches into me taking more.

Tingling pricks race over my unoccupied hand while thinking about spanking her as her cunt swallows me. She’s a good girl and she fucking knows it. Suddenly her back slants downward with her head on the bed as I go even deeper. Holy Hell. Pumping instinctually, I lose me self in her folds and I’m happy to do so. She’s mine and the thought of marking her with my seed urges me buck wildly inside her. Hurting her isn’t an issue since she knows how to get my attention.

“Fuck, girl!” I groan out, barely able to voice my delight.

“Yours!” She screams and I nod while trying to breathe, grunt, and groan at the same time.

So. Fucking. Close.

“Sir, your girl needs it. Please cum, make me yours!”

Works every god damn time. Like rocket I shoot off. Liquid lust squirting up my groin and stomach. She turns toward me and begins licking, sucking me dry. Gasping and panting is the only thing I’m capable of as my body numbs out from the tension release. Fuck! The only thing better would have been if she was here to do the damn deed herself instead of her in my fantasy.

I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling wondering what she left me for breakfast. Pulling a cloth from the bedside chest, I clean myself and hands. Showering takes no time and once I’m fitted and ready to head to work, I walk into the kitchen whistling “Sex on Fire” and see a note on the counter.

“Sir, I hope Masturbation Monday was fun. Breakfast and lunch are in the fridge, ready to go. All your fixings are in your coffee tumbler, pour the waiting hot coffee and go. See you for dinner. Your angel.”

Like I said. I want what I want, and she’s fucking amazing!

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Posted on May 5, 2016May 9, 2016 by Jade Royal — 2 Comments

5.5.2016: More

“Strip.”

I turned to see her closing the door of the hotel room. Was I mistaken? Had she spoken or was I hearing things? I opened my mouth to speak but she held up her hand halting the action.

“Strip. I hate repeating myself.”

I put my things on the table next to where I stood. Exhaling, I hoped that my nerves would calm before she got to this point. She could be quite demanding but I thought that I’d have a second to warm up to her presence.

“I’m adding up the infractions as you hesitate. Please, take your time. I’ve got all night to punish you.”

I shook my head trying to get myself in motion but I couldn’t make myself obey. Was it stage freight? I exhaled slowly once again. It wasn’t her. It had just been so long since…

I watched each step that she took toward me. It was precise, controlled, and calculating. She was the tigeress and I was her prey. She stalked me in a circle, moving steadily. I didnt dare to look up into her eyes for fear of what I would see. Her will surrounded me intimidating my rebellious nature that once engulfed the room. Her dominance reached out to caress my submission making me pant in need.

“There she is.” She taunted. “Bring her out to play, My treaure.”

I melted at the endearment knowing that I was going to give her anything that she wanted. Her face invaded my space as she sniffed the side of my neck. She moved closer dragging the tip of her nose across my neck. I held back my moans trying not to break under pressure.

“Your clothing is filthy and better not touch my face. Not a surprise since they are on a dirty girl.”

I groaned. Embarrassment reddened my cheeks as my sex pulsed from the compliment. When her nose moved down toward my collar, I hurriedly unbuttoned it and slid it from my arms without grazing her. She licked over the swell of my ripe breasts and my brain short circuit. She kissed and sucked causing me to purr in response. I wanted her to continue, needed her to so badly that I almost forgot to remove my bra. Quickly, I removed it before she reached the edges of the black lace, pulling it behind me to dispose. Heat encased my nipple seconds before I threw my head back to thrust my chest outward. I couldn’t breathe and still I tried to beg for more. I was suspended on edge as she teased the the second most sensitive part of my body. The orgasm that my body craved began to coil slowly, wickedly. Whimpers escaped when she switched to the other waiting peak. Moisture pooled between my thighs demanding the attention of her mouth there as well. I shivered in need of more knowing she’d take her time. Whatever that meant.

She licked down the valley between my globes of euphoria to my soft belly. The tingling ceased when she nipped me causing me to giggle in content. I started to protest when I realized that my skirt was in her way. I reached behind me, unzipped, and then let it ease to the floor. I then lowered my panties and was about to remove my garter when her groan stopped me.

“Leave the garter, thigh highs, and heels.” She instructed. I nodded afraid to disturb her perusing.

Kisses to my thighs and hips prepared me for kiss to my mound just before her tongue reached for my folds. A firm slap to my ass put me in gear to part my legs and then her tongue delved into the slices of my forbidden fruit. My legs grew weaker lick by lick. I reached for something to hold on to and found that her shoulders were my only life line. I held on heaving, writhing.

She stood suddenly, pushing my back against the nearest wall. My leg was raised over her hip just before I was penetrated by the cock she retrieved from her open fly. Black to match her pants, I almost didn’t see it before I was filled. I screamed as a new wave of pleasure filled me. She moved inside me easily, steadily, and taking all she needed.

I panted, begged, thanked and even moved my hips to take more of her. The building speed of my orgasm increased and I welcomed it. I chanted her name like she was a God that I needed to repent to. I grew closer to the edge and just before I could come, she pulled out.

“No!” I exclaimed.

She grabbed my hair and pulled me to the desk. Sitting me on top, she roughly spread my legs and entered me again. I arched my back into her thrusts helping me to regain my footing on the pending orgasm. She never let go of my hair and she smacked the sides of my breasts. I crooned for even more. She let go of my hair and lifted my legs to her shoulders. My thighs trembled as she hit the most delicious spot.
I held on to the desk guiding my orgasm as it pounded it’s way to the surface. Just before release she slid out again.

“No!” I cried. Huge temper tantrum tears slid down my face at the denial. Her chuckle was mockery that I hated and craved at the same damn time.
She turned me on to my stomach, bent over the desk.

“What a fine sight.” She spanked me thoroughly. Sparing nothing and it too fed my desires.

Shame dripped from my cunt putting me in just the right state of mind. This was her game to play. She made the rules. I was merely the board she chose to play on. Again she entered me when I was nice and primed with painfully awakened skin that burned in the most devine ways. Hard deep thrusts were delivered to my sensitized cunt. My face was a mess of tears that begged of forgiveness and mercy.

Her motions hastened. My heart rate increased. She was seconds from her orgasm and so was I. I arched my back and gripped her cock. My moans turned in to screams as she delivered more blows. She pulled my hair and leaned forward.

“Hold that orgasm, dirty girl. It’s not permitted.”

I screamed in shock as she bucked away. My orgasm mounted and I struggled to fight it back. Her moans were just as loud as mine and it stirred me on. Not good. I held on to the desk praying for a respite.

“Please.” I begged. But my pleas went unanswered.

I cried harder wanting to obey. The harder I begged to more it aroused her. I heard the hitch in her moan as she came hard and loud. Shock settled in as her movements ceased and she leaned over me spent from her orgasm. Panting and groaning helped me not as I stared at the wall in disbelief. She stood pulling out of me and my juices trickled down my legs. Used.

Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes into moments. I heard her disposing of the strap-on she wore and then fixing her clothes.

“Put your clothes back on, treasure. I’m starving and you’re taking me for food.”

Obediently I did as I was told. Hesitancy had left my psyche the moment she’d taken over. Dressed I walked to the door where she stood waiting. I hadn’t been allowed to clean myself making me feel more used.

She pinned me to the wall giving me the best reward. Kisses were pulled from me letting me know just how pleased she was. She tasted of me but still all her. She gripped my ass giving me promises of more later. The tenderness from my spanking would keep the sexual hum alive and well through dinner.

“Mine.”

I whimpered while nodding as I lay my head on her shoulder.

“Yours.”

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Posted on April 22, 2016June 29, 2016 by Jade Royal — Leave a comment

4.21.2016: And Then There Was Eight

And Then There Was Eight

The room is huge. Almost the size of the entire building. People are arranged all over the room doing whatever filthy things that their minds have conjured up. When I say filthy, I mean it in the most complimentary of ways. But I’m not focused on those people. I am sitting in a corner that gives me the vantage point that would make photographers jealous. I am in a red plush Swingrest that’s shaped like a tear drop. It’s large enough that three others could sit with me but I’m lying across the center focused on three couples surrounding me.

The first couple is a man and woman. They are delicious separately but together they downright sinful. I watch as his head moves rhythmically between her legs as he licks her expertly. It can’t be anything but expert because she’s moaning, arching, and begging for more. He keeps her on the brink, teetering on the edge of insanity.

The second couple is two women. One woman is sitting at an angle feeding her breast to the second woman who is multitasking. She is sucking and fingering the first woman that is trying to hold herself up with one hand. There is a bead of sweat that is making its way down between her breasts that I want to lick but I don’t interfere.

The third couple is now a trio. The woman is sucking off a man in front of her while the second guy is inside her from behind. The woman kisses up the body of the man she was once sucking and ends at his nipples. The pre-cum dripping from his shaft only speaks of how turned on he is. A display of appreciation of the good job that she’s done.

While aroused, the scene is more like a movie that has you wondering how it’ll end. My mind wandered off a bit but when I heard slaps my interest peeked and I turned towards the two women. The woman that was once being fingered was now on all four. Her body was different, more alive. She closed her eyes and I could see the appreciation on her face as her partner paddled her with the leather studded paddle in her grip. She faced me and I could see the pain pulling her further into the moment. Unable to pull my eyes away, I watched as the passion between them grew with each strike. She panted and I could feel my own temperature rising. I parted my legs pulling my white dress over my hips exposing my thighs. I spread them and stroked my moistened folds.

I glanced over at the trio to see her riding both men. I watched as both hard members went in and out of her. With one man’s fingers in her mouth, all three entrances were filled and she loved every minute of it. The man inside of her cunt was creating the most intoxicating sounds as he pounding inside of her audibly wet tunnel. I bit the side of my lip as my clit drummed in need.

A loud groan pulled my attention to the male-female couple. He had his hands fisted in her hair and ruthlessly fucked her mouth. She held on to his thighs shivering. Every once in a while, he would smack her face and she would moan loudly. It was hard to explain how erotic and non-harmful the smacks were. It was the most degrading-loving thing I’d seen. You could tell that she was close to having an orgasm but something told me that she wasn’t allowed. The denial was powerful and pulled me further into their scene. I dipped my fingers inside and closed my eyes at how good they felt. I slowly explored each and every curve as I twisted my fingers inside of me. My chest rose and fell in quick succession as I fell victim to my own torments.

I used my free hand to reach into the top of my dress, pulling my breasts free from the confines of my bra. I pinched and pulled my nipples setting my body ablaze. I moaned freely appreciating the knowledge of my own body’s needs. I slipped my arms from the straps of the dress and bra giving myself more space. I shivered as the need to be fucked rocked my core. I felt a kiss on the inside of my knee and I melted into the cushions. Another kiss was placed on my thigh as my nipple was sucked into a hot suckling mouth. I arched my back then I felt kisses on my hand before it was pushed away from my sopping cunt.

I whimpered for more and my request was met by another nipple being sucked at the same time as the other. I whined unable to open my eyes, I was overwhelmed with pleasure. My legs were spread and I felt my entrance spread by a thick erection. My cunt was fed inch by inch while my clit was sucked. Little kisses rained down my sides and lastly my mouth was taken. Another cock breached my lips and I opened willingly. When my hair was pulled, I moaned into him. I knew just who he was and that he would use my mouth for his enjoyment.

I trembled in exotic euphoria but I didn’t want it to end too quickly. At some point my dress had been lowered to my hips and I felt mouths sucking at my sides. I was about to object when my mouth was fucked ruthlessly at the same time that my cunt was used just as relentlessly. My first orgasm was riding me and I closed my eyes trying to channel it into submission but my clit was sucked hard making me buck as it took over my body. I tried to recover but the two men never let up. The kisses all over my body turned to hard sucking eliciting bouts of pain that heightened my experience. I gagged a few times causing my oral seeker to pull out and back in. Growls echoed around me and I was powerless to do anything except take. I opened my eyes to see the man from the trio inside me. The one that had been inside of the woman anally was still fucking her as she sucked my nipple. Her teeth pulled and I gasped and then moaned. The two women were on the opposite side, one on my nipple, one at my clit. I hummed as the woman nipping my hip reminded me that she was present too.

I closed my eyes thinking that the sensory overload would prevent another orgasm until I felt teeth pulling at my clit lightly but precisely. Passion flooded all of my senses and everything came alive at once. The second orgasm hit quickly and the third was right behind it. The men filling me bucked and panted letting me know just how close they were. The first to cum was the one in my mouth. He pulled out before he erupted and his partner was there instantly to milk him dry. The room dimmed and then brightened as the third orgasm shook me to the core. Tears rolled down the side of my face when more spasms followed. I gripped the sheet underneath me afraid to let go. Sparks flew behind my eyes and I knew I was flying. I drifted welcoming the endorphin rush to take over.

When I could focus and all of my energy was spent, I opened my eyes to see seven bodies around me just as taken by the moment. I closed my eyes letting the high take me where it may and I flew.

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Posted on April 15, 2016June 28, 2016 by Jade Royal — 3 Comments

4.14.2016: To Move, Or Not To Move

To Move, Or Not To Move

I stood looking inside the room that was deemed His. The office was organized in an “I know where everything is” kind of way. There were notes, pens, highlighters, and such lying about; just where he’d left them when I’d crawled in here last night. I’d had the thought to crawl up to his lap and give him the perfect distraction. My lips wrapped around his shaft, the perfect solution. As always, when things got heavy, we moved from the office into other quarters of his apartment. There was one rule that stood out more than any others. “Don’t move my stuff.” Little did he know I itched to move everything half a centimeter to the right.

I looked toward the bedroom and heard silence. My feet were glued to the spot but I knew that if my plan was going to work I would have to act quickly. I put my foot down over the threshold and my anxiety turned into productive adrenaline giving me the boost that I needed. I stood in front of the desk and the grin on my face was just as wicked as I felt. I reached out to move the ink pen in front of the monitor and when no booby-traps were activated, I squealed inside. I proceeded to shift things over when I heard a throat being cleared. I paused turning my head slowly to see Him in the doorway, leaning on the door-frame. I bit the side of my lip and then looked down to see the stapler that I was about to move.

“Don’t.”

The warning was a direct stimulant to my clit. I licked my lips nervously and looked over at him as I slid the stapler over from its original post. I then moved the keyboard but before I could reach the monitor, he was pressed up behind me. I groaned feeling the rush of the moment. His hand snaked up my body, parting the bathrobe that I was wearing. My breathing was heavy, labored. Anticipation of his next move kept me on edge. His other hand caressed my neck before he wrapped it around my throat holding me.

I swayed overwhelmed by Him. My heart raced but my breathing slowed, hallowed as he applied pressure. My hand moved knocking something to the floor and the growl that I heard vibrated through the room. Air hit my ass just before two blazing spanks were delivered in quick succession. I moaned needing more. More of Him. He bent me over the desk, spreading my legs, and entered me quickly. I heard another growl and grunt before he spanked me again. I trembled already on edge.

“You just couldn’t resist, could you?”

“No.” I admitted.

“And now you’ll pay the price.”

I clamped my muscles around his shaft fighting back in my own way.

“Harder.” He grunted.

I did, unable to deny him.

“That’s my fuck-doll.”

I moaned loud as my body trembled. I shook hard. Not able to withstand the spasms I held onto the desk, supporting me. My legs were shaky and my vision blurred losing focus.

“No, no, no… Not until I tell you to come.”

I whined knowing that I’d hold it as long as I needed to. I could. I knew I would. But things got complicated when he spanked me hard and long just before he began moving inside me. I couldn’t tell you where one pleasure began and one ended. I didn’t know if the orgasm riding me was being held at bay or if it was coursing through me to completion. The one thing I could tell you was that I was His and for however long it took I granted the use of my body.

Loud growls, grunts, and strangled moans were like music to my ears causing me to lose even more focus on reality. He was finding pleasure in my submission in the same way that I found it from his dominance. The experience was exhilarating and as my high faltered a bit, I knew that my orgasm was still at bay, painfully waiting for one command.

“Please!”

“You want me to come for you?” He asked hoarsely. Sarcasm dripped from every word.

“Please!” I needed him to come just as badly as I wanted to.

There were no words that followed just his wild, bucking, hard, and deep strokes that grew shallow. Warmth flowed from him to me and I gripped the desk a little tighter. The lesson was obvious, but I had hope still as my body shook fighting back the orgasm that teetered on the edge. He withdrew from me and cum dripped down my thighs further marking me as his.

“Bad girls who move my things don’t get rewards, baby girl.”

I hung my head, knowing that he would retaliate. After a moment of recouping, I felt a warm cloth cleaning me. I smiled still floating a bit. I’d earned every bit of this and though I should be disappointed, satisfaction burned through me. I’d pleased Him with my body and myself with mischief. It was a win-win.

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Posted on April 4, 2016June 29, 2016 by Jade Royal — 6 Comments

4.4.2016: His

Story Inspired by Masturbation Monday

His

Bound. Helpless. Used. Open. His. I threw my head back as another orgasm ripped through me. I panted, moaned, and cried out to Him. He laid in our bed watching. I could feel his hardness pushing, begging to be let out of his pants. He only stroked himself through the fabric dedicating his attention to me. I was strapped; ankles, wrists, and thighs to the St. Andrews Cross.

He’d told me that I needed to feel his control over me so he’d clamped my nipples. He used the chain that hung between my lust swollen breasts to connect the second set of clamps that he graciously had attached to my cunt lips. When I stretched His body, it pulled on both sets of clamps. But he wasn’t done. Around my neck was a collar, one that he’d recently purchased. Across the front his name was beautifully displayed confirming what I knew. I was his to do as he pleased and in return, he’d take care of all of my needs. And still none of that was enough.

He’d inserted a medium anal plug and told me it was the only hole deserving to be filled today. He then explained that the reason was because it’s what he wanted. He then strapped a butterfly harness to my waist with the bullet directly beneath my clit. The tip touched the very bottom of my clit so that when he activated the vibrations, it teased it so. Afterwards, he’d sat in the very spot he was in now and pulled the remote from his pocket. I’d been given permission to cum and that gave away his evil Sadistic plans.

Here I am. Four orgasms later, writhing with need. I was drugged on the endorphins and barely able to focus. My desire to come had been sated but yet I needed more. I knew the reason, just as he. I wouldn’t be sated until he was. I’d allow him access to His vessel as long as it was needed.

I felt him move and I became hyper alert. He slid his hands to his waist and freed his erection. It was swollen, dripping, and finally ready for use. I’d been a good girl for him and it showed. He stroked his erection slowly and I felt the desire building in me. He’d powered the butterfly off and was now fueling me with him. I panted, needing this more than he. When he gripped his shaft tighter I knew he was getting close. I moaned and licked my lips wanting to crawl to him and lick his cock until it was sated.

His back arched toward his hand and my moans grew louder. I shook and trembled fighting the orgasm that had wound so tight that it hurt. I waited, needing his pleasure to cum before mine. His hand movements moved quickly and I could see his unbridled lust breaking through his control. He growled, moaned, groaned, gasped, and even howled his passion until the room echoed nothing but his sounds. I saw the first spurt released from him and it pushed me over the edge in the most intense orgasm forcing me to pass out into the most satisfying feeling of being his.

When I awakened it was into his arms on the bed. He held me tight. I tried to move but was restricted by his legs,arms, and the rest of his body. I sighed reveling in the fact that he is and always will be mine, and I His.