His cock was bigger than she’d expected, over the webcam it had looked in proportion, just a nice size however now as he knelt between her spread thighs she wondered whether she’d be able to take him inside her, not even how much but just any and if she could … how much it would hurt?

It had started out innocently, like these things are want to do however things changed the first time he called her his “little slut”.

They’d flirted back and forth, she’d shown him hers when he showed her his.
However the reaction that had risen from her body as he said the words, his eyes watching her from afar as he stroked his shaft had chained something within her.

“Yes, sir.” The words had risen unbidden to her lips as she pulled aside the moist cotton of her underwear to obey his command.
Her body was already shaking with need as she watched him and he in turn watched as she slid one finger between the folds of her wetness.

Matching the tempo of his strokes as she plunged her finger in and out.
Remembering his command, she pressed another finger hard against the first and then inside, gasping as her body strained then gave way to allow both fingers inside.

Pain flared as she thrust her fingers deep inside, however tempered by the pleasure rising from within her, the mechanical sensation of finger fucking herself, the knowledge of him watching and the very visible effect it had on him and the knowledge that she was doing as he told her combined in a way that had her orgasm rushing to take hold.

Between gasps she suddenly remembered something from some porn she’d seen.

“Please Sir may I cum?” He voice was soft, unused to the words but filled with the need coursing through her body.

Surprise crossed his face but it lasted for only an instant, replaced with the hunger of his own need as he said the words that sent her over the edge.
“Cum for me little slut.”

She plunged her fingers deep inside as her body tensed hard, her orgasm rising like a tide within her, barely aware of the sight of his cum shooting from his cock as her body bucked and moaned.

….

It felt like so long ago now, but here she was and finally so was he.
They’d met in the middle, both travelling to meet on neutral ground.
It was akward at first, she couldn’t help but touch him despite the looks they received.

In the flesh, he was so much more, solid, his body warm his smell so sweet as she hugged him tight wishing the moment would last.

Eventually they made their way to the hotel, foregoing lunch as their appetites lay elsewhere.

Her hand grazed over the hard bulge in his jeans as they rode the glass walled elevator up from the lobby, his tight clipped words in her ear shocking her into freezing.

“If you want it that badly little slut, you can strip that dress off right now and I’ll fuck you where everyone can see…”

She considered, just for a moment the thought of everyone watching as she was filled with a cock for the very first time sent a primal shiver through her core, then she dismissed it.
It wasn’t what he’d planned.

“I thought not….” He said smirking as he slipped his hand beneath her dress, her breath catching as his fingers traced a path up her inner thigh.

He left his fingers resting just shy of where her body craved his touch as the elevator stopped and another couple joined them.

She blushed bright red but he stayed calm and collected, brushing his fingertips back and forth over the sensitive skin of her thigh as the elevator rose once more.

At their floor he didn’t remove his hand, only shifting it to grasp her cheek in a firm grip to usher her through the door as the other couples eyes widened and she felt her blush deepen.

As the door swung shut she shivered as his fingers traced the curves of her body beneath her dress, rising until she took the material in shaky hands to draw it over her head.

Clad in stockings and the underwear he’d bought and had delivered to her, he took a step back to admire her, finally in the flesh.

He reached out tentatively, his fingers cool on the warm flesh of her stomach as he drew her to him.

“Undress me..”

Her fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, her breathing heavy as her fingers traced a path down his chest, feeling every breath, every beat of his heart beneath her fingertips, so tangible, so real.

Her teeth slipped out to bite her lip as she pulled his shirt back off his shoulders, broad, exactly how she’d imagined they’d feel like.

She sank to her knees, eyes level with his belt buckle as her fingers not so deftly parted the leather and top button of his jeans.

“Go on little slut” he encouraged as her finger closed on his fly, drawing it down feeling the hardness of his cock restrained beneath the tight denim raising a need she hadn’t felt before. An overwhelming need to be filled, an ache forming deep inside her that only one thing could satisfy.

His jeans and shorts only made it down a few inches before his cock sprang forth and she reacted with instinct, flinching back as the thick purple head bobbed in front of her.

“Put it in your mouth, suck it little slut.” His voice held an edge of desire tinged with need as his hands slid into her soft hair, urging her forward.

Parting her lips, she tried to cover her teeth with them as the purple head slid between them, the sensation, the smell, the taste, she tried to take it all in not unpleasant just different.

With her tongue she explored, feeling his body shake and shiver and listening to his gasps and intakes of breath as she took more of him inside.
Deeper and deeper as she took note of his reactions, when he urged her deeper, when he pulled back as she tried this new thing.

He moaned as his head entered her throat, bucking his hips forward she gagged hard, panicking, trying to push back off his legs.

“Are you ok?” He asked solicitously as she fought the urge to vomit, trying to regain control of her body.

“I’m alright sir, I just can’t take that much of you, well not yet.” She replied with a sparkle in her eye, moving before he could respond to slide his hard cock between her lips.

He groaned as his lips sank over his shaft, once more reveling in the feelings rising from her lips and mouth and raising the question of what the rest of her would feel like.

Changing tack, she slid his cock from her mouth, winking up at him as she planted light kisses along the length of his cock, from the head along the shaft finally tilting her head to suck hungrily at his balls hanging like overrule cherries as her hand wrapped around his shaft and began to stroke.

The noises he made encouraged her, licking, nipping and sucking at his balls as she stroked his shaft, whilst he marveled as the woman manipulating his body so easily.

“Stop, I don’t want to cum yet. I want to be inside you.”

His words rang in her ears, she obeyed though reluctantly.

“Stand up” he commanded as his eyes took on the lilt of a hungry wolf.

She stood, very aware of his eyes on her as she stood lamely awaiting his next command, however it didn’t come in words.

Instead his hands reached out as she stepped out of his jeans and shorts, his naked body and hardness drawing her attention as his fingers slipped the clasp on her bra.

Drawing it forward he murmed under his breath, “let me see you little slut…”

Her bra struck the floor and the rest followed suit quickly as he practically tore it from her body, his body straining to hold back his mounting desire.

His hands found her breasts, cupping, stroking that turned into pinching till she gasped in response to the torture of her hard nipples.

She couldn’t draw her eyes from his hard cock, her own desire crying out to take it inside her.

It took her by surprise as he scooped her into his arms and lay her gently on the edge of the bed, kneeling between her legs on the floor there as nothing gentle in the way he thrust her knees apart and lowered his mouth to her thigh.

Leaving marks on her flesh as his mouth drew closer with each kiss along her thigh, the feeling of his toungue between the wet lips of her cunt electrifying as he explored her in much the same way she explored him.

Her body rose and fell and pressed and shied away as his lips and tongue slid over every part of her sex, till neither of them could take any more.

Urging her up the bed, he pulled a key from the pocket of his jeans before quickly opening his case to one side and drawing forth a condom and lube.
She only caught a glimpse of the rest of the contents but it was enough to confirm they wouldn’t be leaving the room anytime soon.

She watched like a deer in headlights as he rolled the condom onto his cock, seemingly it grew bigger with each stroke as he slathered his entire length with lube.

His cock grew bigger still, to her eyes at least as he knealt between her parted legs on the bed, bigger still as he leant forward and slid it up and down her wet slit.

She moaned, whilst her body tried to capture him as he worked the head up and down, over and over, slowly, methodically as her body grew increasingly needy to have him inside.

She was whimpering with need each time he drew his cock back from the tight opening of her cunt, even as her hips tried to follow him.

She no longer was concerned about how he would fit inside her, only set in the knowledge that she WOULD have him inside her.

The noise that escaped her lips when he finally did begin to enter her surprised both of them.
Low like an animal it came as the head of his cock pressed hard against her tight hole.

She tried to relax, tried to breathe, tried to recall all the advice she’d received but in the moment it was all for naught, her need warring with her bodies instinct to tighten her muscles.

Seconds passed as his hips pressed down harder, pulsing against her as he ever so slowly slipped deeper inside, the lube, her wetness and arousal combining with the unyielding pressure of his cock making the result inevitable.

She cried out as her muscles gave way and his cock thrust inside, gripping tight against the shaft with his head inside her, he paused while she gasped, moaned and cried out.

The pain, fleeting but intense, part of her wanting more of him, another part wanting to repel him.

She shook as he began to thrust, short, firm motions that left her gasping for breath as he instinctively worked his cock deeper inside her tight cunt.

Wiping her hair out of her eyes and the sweat from her brow, she felt his body press against hers as he kissed her on the lips, the moment only broken by another thrust as she moaned into his mouth.

Less than half his length inside her, he reveled in the feeling as he let her catch her breath, the need to thrust overwhelming but he stayed in control, not willing to hurt her any more than he must.

“Please, fuck me sir.” She whispered into his ear, she could feel how tense he was, body taught as a bow string, in need of the release only her body could give.

She groaned as he took her words and released his desire, each stroke driving his cock deeper as pleasure and pain radiated within her, neither fully in control as he turned to stone above her, body trembling as he moaned and thrust hard inside her.

His orgasm taking all his focus as his cum filled the condom within her, her cunt so very tight around him in a way nothing else could replicate.

He lay in her arms gasping, trying to catch his breath as he whispered the words,
“Thank you, little slut.”

….

She discovered that it hurt just as much coming out as it did going in, but without the promise of pleasure and the instant sense of emptyness made it worse some how.

She marveled at the amount of cum filling the condom, wondering idly what it would taste like though her desire was now tempered by a soreness the likes of which she hadn’t felt before.

Her took her hand and rose from the bed, drawing her to follow him as she could till he could pick her up in his arms.

Into the suite’s bathroom, where he ran a hot bath climbing in before lifting her in to settle with her head resting back under his chin.

The warmth made the soreness lessen, though his fingers finding her clit had more to do with it.

Slowly he edged and teased her to orgasm, his fingers sliding back and forth rhythmically till her gasps and moans became one and her body strained for release.

After they lay together in the bath, soaking it all in, their first time, the feeling of finally being together.

Her only question, “When can we do it again Sir?”

To the anon who asked for a story, without giving away what you asked the answer is yes , I’ll try to have something for you in the next few days.

For the rest of my fabulous followers and the not so fabulous ones as well (after all its hard to be fabulous without a tight dress, feather boa and six inch pumps right guys?)

I have been remiss in my writing, though I hope to find some time this week, chapter 2 of changing Ami is in the works along with the story for the anon who asked.

Aside from that I’m stuck on a draft that is darker than usual, not happy with it yet.

Hope this finds you all safe and well,

-SD

“He’s here” you say softly into your earpiece as your eyes latch onto my form outlined in the low lighting of the corridor.

I watch as your eyes raise from my glossy black shoes, up along the inner leg of my suit pants then up over my jacket to my tie before falling just short of my eyes as I close the door behind me.

A solitary table lamp provides scant illumination against the lights of the city surrounding us through the plate glass windows.

I take in the sight of you, perched awkwardly on the edge of the bed, knees tightly held together, your prim and proper blouse and skirt combined with your nylons and up do completing the well kept but forgettable attire.

“This isn’t how you were told to prepare yourself.” I say flatly, crossing the distance in measured steps.

“I uh….” You begin to reply but the lie on your tongue fails to slip between your lips as your eyes focus on the scant inches of floor between us.

“We’ll deal with that, is your husband on the line already?” I ask quietly, focusing my attention on the Bluetooth earpiece your wearing.

You nod in response, as your tongue flicks nervously between your lips.

“Stand up.” I command softly yet firmly.

Your knees wobble, but your rise only to let out a sharp squeal as my hand presses hard across your throat, forcing you up on your toes as I pull your back against me.

“You will address me as Sir, little whore. Do you understand?” I growl into your ear.

“Yes Sir.” You reply breathlessly, barely above a whisper.

Tightening my hand across your throat I ask
“What was that little whore, I couldn’t hear you?”

“Yes SIR.” You reply just short of shouting.

“Better, but you don’t need to let all the people on the floor know what a little whore you are, though I suppose we could move this to the hallway instead….”

I let my voice trail off as your eyes widen in fear before turning you roughly on the spot to face the full length wall mirror.

“Show me your body little whore, I want to see your tits and your cunt.” I growl in your ear as I watch your eyes in the mirror.

“Yes sir.” You respond in a mild tone.

I watch as your hands raise shaking to undo the buttons on your blouse. One by one you carefully seperate them as your breathing gets more ragged as your blouse begins to fall open.

I snake my free hand inside, you stand frozen eyes fixed on the mirror as I draw your blouse open, sliding my fingertips over the warm flesh of your chest before dipping inside the tight cup of your bra drawing forth your breast to hang in plain sight.

I trace my fingertips lightly around your hard nipple as I whisper in your ear, “How long has it been since someone did this other than your sorry excuse for a husband?”

“Too long.” You reply quietly

My expression hardens and I close my thumb and forefinger on your exposed nipple, slowly pinching harder and harder.

You gasp at first, breathing rapidly as the pressure increases as your mind whirls.

“Sir… Too long Sir.” You cry out.

I release the pressure and your body quivers against me.

“Good little whore, you’re learning. Now hurry up or I’ll do it my way.” Allowing a predatory lilt to enter my voice.

“Yes Sir” you respond with alacrity, quickly seperating the rest of the buttons and pulling your blouse down between us as I continue to stroke the supple tissue of your breast.

Folding your hands behind you, you squeeze your hands between us to unhooking your bra and allowing it to fall to the ground.

“Hold” I command as your hands slip inside the waist of your skirt.

Reaching down I slide my hand down the fabric, sliding my hand under the hem as you watch in the mirror, your expression wrapt.

Drawing my hand up your skirt rises to expose the top of your stockings before the matching underwear.
Pausing I slide my fingers across your thigh as a shiver runs up your spine.

I flex my grip on your throat tighter as my fingers draw your underwear to one side as they slide underneath.

“Tell you husband what I’m doing.” I whisper in your ear.

You breathe out forcefully before beginning.

“Yes Sir, He’s got his fingers in my panties, I can see them in the mirror, He’s moving them down, uh mmmmm he’s teasing my clit, down ummm ah in my slit, fuck…” Your voice trails off as my fingertip makes slow circles in the wet opening of your cunt.

I feel you pressing against me, urging my fingers to go deeper.

“I saw you husband on my way in…” I begin, watching as you inhale sharply and stiffen against me.

“Its a good thing you came to me, he doesn’t look capable of doing the things I’m going to do to you.” I murmur in your ear as I continue to toy with your lips, slit and clit.

“Now pull down your underwear little whore and cross your arms behind you. You should have been like this when I got here, so we’re behind but your insolence will have to be dealt with still.” I instruct before releasing you and stepping back.

You waver for a second like a tower missing a support, before pulling down your skirt and underwear leaving you only in your stockings and wedding ring.

As I open my case you cross your arms behind your back as instructed, your naked body standing proud in the mirror as I approach with rope in my hands.

With practiced ease I tie a harness lurking your breasts and holding your arms in position.

Taking hold of the rope I draw you to the bed, leaving you facing the mirror as I sit on the edge.

“Over my lap, now.” I command.

“Yes Sir” you reply before sinking awkwardly to your knees.

I take your bound arms and shift you into position with your breasts hanging against my thigh and your bare arse ready as you watch me raise my hand in the mirror.

“Count them for your husband.” I instruct before letting my hand fall solidly.

SMACK

“Ahhh One Sir.”

SMACK

” Ahhhh Two Sir.”

Three, four on and on as your cheeks grow steadily redder and your count voice gets more plaintitive with every blow.

You’re gasping as I halt my falling hand, on the verge of letting yourself go as the pain fills every fibre of your being.

Instead I slide my hand between your rosy cheeks, fingers sliding easyily in the sodden wetness between your lips.

“Does your husband know how wet your cunt gets after a spanking little whore?” I ask in a low voice as I slide one finger inside you.

You moan before answering, “No sir.”

“No sir what?” I press as I explore your depths with my finger, feeling your tight hole squeezing around me.”

“No Sir, He’s never spanked me, so he wouldn’t know how wet it makes me.” You respond in a quiet voice that’s overshadowed by the noises your body makes as my finger explores you.

“What else hasn’t your husband done?” I enquire as I slowly withdraw my finger and turn my head to meet your gaze in the mirror.

“I don’t know Sir, we’ve had a pretty quiet sex life…” You respond as you drop your eyes to the floor.

“What about this?” I tease as I slide my dripping finger up to press against the tight bud of your arse.

“No Sir” you reply hastily, your eyes raising sharply to meet my gaze as I work the wet tip against your tight hole.

“His loss..” I murmur before increasing the pressure.

You gasp as my fingertip starts to slide inside.
“Relax, just relax and tell your husband what’s happening.”

“Yes sir” you reply shakily, but I feel you relax a little.

“He finger fucked my pussy and now he’s pushing his finger in my ahhhhrse.” You state more calmly than you feel as your resistance gives way and your arse opens to accept my finger.

I hold just past my knuckle to let you become accustomed to the sensation as my thumb rubs softly around your clit.

“See, that wasn’t so bad was it?” I murmur expectantly

“No sir, it feels err, odd but in a good way.” You reply.

“Do you want more?” I ask candidly

Seconds pass with the only sound that of my thumb flicking back and forth over your wet clit.

“Yes Sir.” You respond in a tiny whisper.

“How much more?” I ask, curious that you’d taken so easily to anal play.

“I want your cock Sir.” You reply in an louder but still quiet voice.

“You haven’t even seen my cock yet little whore, tell me where you want it..” I command

“I want your cock in my arse sir, I want you to fuck my arse and fill me with your cum.” You reply in a wavering voice.

Pulling your head up to force you to look me in the eyes I reply.
“Are you certain little whore?” I ask solemnly.

“Yes Sir” you respond with conviction.

“Be careful what you wish for little whore, you just might get it.” I caution as I slip my finger from your tight arse.

The bud of your arse squeezes tight and the head of my hard cock strains at the material beneath your stomach as it twitches at the thought of fucking your virgin hole.

“Oh my.” You exclaim as you feel the length of my cock twitching beneath you.

Reaching over to my open case I pull out a glass plug and lube, letting you watch in the mirror as I prepare it.
“We’ll need to open you up a bit if I’m to fuck your arse little whore.” I explain before lowering the plug to rest against you.

Returning my fingers to your clit, you inhale sharply as the cool glass presses against your opening.
Tapering out from its tip along its length, its slender form hiding its girth.

Your hands writhe about as your arms test your bonds as I slowly, inexorably push the plug inside, your arse opening wider and wider still to accommodate it as a mixture of groans, moans and gasps leave your throat.

You whine as the full girth stretches you, before sucking the rest inside as your muscles clamp down time.

“I have a plug in my arse..” you say with disbelief clouding your voice.

“That you do.” I murmur as I loosen my tie and collar.

Drawing it from around my neck I wrap it over your eyes, tying it behind your head to form a blindfold.

“On your knees little whore, time for your lips to find out how big my cock is…” I order teasingly.

“Yes sir.” You reply with a new found enthusiasm.

You gasp as you move, the plug raising new sensations in your sensitive arse as you assume your position between my now parted knees.

I slide the zip open on my pants and guide your waiting lips to my cock.

You overbalance and take nearly half my length before I halt your fall.
You breathe heavily through your nose but make no effort to pull back, instead working more and more of the shaft between your lips.

You wiggle your butt with light moans slipping past my cock as you take it deeper into your throat.
Further till you gag, again and again trying to take more but unable.
Eventually you pull back, loud slurping sounds as you fuck your throat on my cock, in and out till you pull back gasping, a wide smile playing across your lips as you kiss your way from the head and down along the shaft, a contented noise rising from you as you suck hungrily at my heavy balls.

First one then the other, occasionally tracing your tongue back along the length.

“Mmmmm such a good cock sucking little whore.” I murmur as you try once more to take my length.

Grasping your chin and hair I straighten your neck, raising my hips and driving my cock deeper into your throat.
Your body doesn’t react at first as my cock buries itself deeper in your throat and your face presses against me but eventually your gag reflex takes hold and I slide my cock from your lips.

Saliva hangs from your chin as you say “Thank-you sir.”

“My pleasure little whore, now up on the bed its past time you came with my cock inside you.” I order solicitously.

I help you regain you feet before pressing you against the bed, knees bending on the edge as I lower your head and shoulders to the covers.

Taking your hips in hand I direct my cock between your wet lips, teasing and toying with the head between the plug and your clit till your hips thrust back each time the head presses against the tight opening of your cunt.

“Please sir, I want you to fuck me like my husband can’t” you plead as I press harder against your opening.

“As you wish little whore.” I reply congenially, driving my cock deep inside.

Thrusting hard, you gasp and squeal and moan as your cunt stretches tight around my shaft, thrusting deeper and deeper till our bodies collied.

“Time for you to cum little whore.” I murmur as I use the response of having my finger inside you to direct my thrusts.

“Do you like having both your holes filled little whore?” I ask between thrusts.

“Yes Sir, I’m gonna cum Sir.” You respond, the sound partially muffled by the bed as your cunt clamps down tight against my shaft and your body writhes as the wave of pleasure takes you, muscles quivering as I continue to fuck you, in and out as you moan into the bed while your husband down in the bar listens.

My thrusts slow as you regain your senses, till I come to a halt with my entire length inside you.

“Its time for me to cum little whore, do you still want it in your arse?” I ask softly as I bend over you.

“Yes Sir. ” you respond quietly, sounding a little scared but resolute.

“I’m going to use you, not like the finger before or even the plug, I’m going to FUCK your hole and fill it just the way you want you naughty little whore.” I growl into your ear before raising myself back up.

You pant as I leave the head of my cock inside your cunt as I draw the plug out.
It slides easily, leaving your arse gaping as it pulls free and so do I.

Quickly I raise my dripping cock to you hole, plugging it before you have a chance to squeeze it closed.

Your sharp inhalation turning into a moan as my shaft begins to slide inside.
You try to wriggle foreward but my hands on your hips hold you fast.

“Oh fuck, his cock is in my arse, its so fucking big, fuck it hurts but it feels so good.” You cry out for the benefit of your husband as I start to fuck you.

As I build my rhythm I reach my fingers down to flick over your clit as my cock fills your arse over and over.

Your moans rise in volume as I press harder on your clit, my own orgasm mere seconds away as your muscles contract tightly around me.
I fuck harder, driving myself into you as your body makes low gutteral noises on the verge of your own release.

Your body strains, clamping down tight as your muscles contract.
I drive my cock as deep as I can inside you, as my orgasm filling your arse, thrust after thrust.

Your body shakes as I withdraw my cock, a little of my cum oozing out before your arse winks shut.

Reaching forward, I untie the ropes binding you, urging you to lie on the bed as I massage your arms before pressing the button to end the call on your headset.

“Wait here.” I instruct before rising.

“That was incredible, I’ve never..” you start, but I but in.

“That was kind of the idea, but our time is up. You’ll know to be ready next time.’ I retort as I straighten my clothes and return the toys to my case.

“Yes Sir, but why do I have to wait here?” You reply arching an eyebrow.

“I’ll send your husband up, he can clean you if you like or perhaps be of some service….” I respond, straightening my tie.

“Thank-you sir, do you think he’d like to clean me as you put it?” You ask curiously

My smile twitches and I leave your question hanging, leaving the room and heading to the bar.

I place my hand on your husbands shoulder as he watches his phone on the bar expectantly.

“She’s on the bed and her arse is filled with my cum, if you hurry who knows what she’ll let you do…” I whisper conspiratorially

He opens his mouth to answer, but no sound comes out as he grabs his phone from the bar, not far off sprinting for the elevators.

“You’re not going to enjoy this…”

The words trailed from my lips as I traced my fingertip across your cheek, down and around your neck to take hold of your hair.

“This is for my pleasure, I’m going to use your tight little holes….”

Pulling down hard you tilt your face up to watch my lips as the words tumble from them as you sink to your knees.

“I’m going to fuck you, I’m going to use you little slut…”

You listen as the pressure I exert on the back of your neck and that of my hips thrusts my cock between your parted lips.
I thrust hard, driving my cock into your throat even as you gag, your glasses pressing against my flesh as your tongue reaches out to flick at my cum filled balls laying against your chin.

“That’s enough, get up”
I command, pulling your head back hard.
A line of saliva hangs from the head of my cock to your lips, ever thinning as it stretches and you gasp for breath.

You rise, but not fast enough. I pull you roughly up, bending you over the end of the bed as soon as your legs are straight, pressing your face down into the soft coverlet as I position myself behind you.

The saliva on my cock is already drying as I rub the head up and down between the lips of your cunt, from clit to hole again and again.

“I hope your cunt is wet little slut…”

Your only response is to moan as the head of my cock slides inside your waiting hole.
My entire length follows it, sliding easily in your wetness while you make muffled noises in the coverlet.

“Mmmm you are a wet little slut, all horny from having my cock in your mouth. I feel you squeezing that needy cunt of yours little slut.
You want me to fuck you, you want me to fuck your tight little cunt so you can cum hard with my cock inside you, don’t you little slut?”

My cock stays deep inside you as I wait for your response.

“Answer me!”
I instruct with a short thrust and a hard swat against your bare arse.

“Mmmmmmmm yes” you reply, though its muffled by the bed clothes.

Placing my hands on your hips and setting the stance of my feet further apart I pull you back to meet my cock as I begin to fuck you.

Hard.

Not the motions when we make love, not even those just when we’re both close to orgasm and need takes hold.

Something harsher, something more animalistic.

The noises you make are low, gutteral, they’re made by your body in response to crash of our bodies colliding as I use your cunt.

I hear the change in your breathing, the tightness of your cunt squeezing me as I withdraw and forcing you open once more as I drive my cock home.

“This isn’t about what you want little slut..”

I whisper, just loud enough for you to hear it over your panting as I slide my cock from inside you.

Hanging bare millimeters from you as I hold your hips as they push back wanting more.

“This is about what I want remember..”

I state flatly, taking my cock in hand and sliding it up along your now sodden slit.
From your clit to your hole as you push back reflexively, but the head keeps rising to press against the tight bud of your arse.

Drenched in your wetness the head of my cock presses against it as you tilt your head to the side.

“Uh, wrong hole” you say as though correcting an insolent child.

“No, its not.” I reply calmly, increasing the pressure of my hips.

“That’s my arse.” You say with an edge of concern in your voice.

“I know, now open up for me. “

You gasp loudly, the realisation that I’d planned this, that I wanted this settling in.

“But….” You say the word but can’t form the rest of the sentance as your arse relaxes just a little and a low noise leaves your mouth, part groan, part moan, part gasp as the head of my cock stretches you open.

Wider and wider till you clamp tight around the shaft.
Your hands are clenched in the coverlet, trying to pull away by instinct but my hands on your hips hold you in place as the slick wetness of your cunt allows me to press deeper and deeper inside you.

I pause for you to catch your breath with my length inside you, whilst your body shakes beneath me.

Leaning forward I raise one hand from your hip to shift an errant hair from your face as I whisper.

“I told you that you weren’t going to enjoy this.
I’m going to fuck your arse as I just fucked your cunt, only this time little slut I’m going to empty those heavy balls your so fond of teasing deep inside you.

You only have to say the word if you want this to stop…”

My last sentance jars you, you know you can stop it, just as you could have at any time but instead just two words pass your lips,

“Fuck me.”

A shiver runs down your spine as I draw my hips back, replacing my hand on your hip as your fingers close tighter still on the material between them.

Your arse clings tight to my cock as I slowly work it back and forth, you gasp and shake beneath me as your body accepts the odd sensations.

You moan loudly as I thrust home hard enough for your arse cheeks to slap against my pelvis.
My strokes are hard and fast, focused on my need, my desire, the tightness of your arse as I fuck it the path to my release.

Stroke after stroke your body quiets as you become accustomed, the moans leaving your lips now more pleasure than pain as my cock thrusts deep inside you.

Your breathing falling into a pattern I recognise well, your need is growing however mine is peaking as you clench tight around me.

“Oh fuck you little slut I’m cumming in your arse”

I force the words between my clenched teeth as I drive my length deep inside and release my cum inside you, spurt after spurt from shorter and shorter thrusts till I’m grinding against your arse and gasping for air.

Leaning over your still panting form I whisper in your ear “Thank-you my love.”

Your eyes focus on the head of the bed and the alarm clock before you reply,

“That’s alright just don’t make a habit of it. Now get your cock out of my arse, I ain’t touching that thing until you’ve cleaned it, like eleventy billion times and we’re both going to be late if I don’t get in the shower right this instant.”

I slide my cock gently from inside you, helping you to your feet before planting a kiss on your lips and swatting your bum playfully as you turn to enter the ensuite.

One need satisfied, the vanilla world awaiting.

yourbadgrrl:

If you do this to me, you pretty much own my soul…

Ah now it all makes sense, this is how gingers gather souls…

Annie was a slut.

But that was just one part of who she was.

She wasn’t homecoming queen, nor a cheerleader flashing her underwear in front of a crowd, but Annie held a special place for nearly all the boys and girls.

Early on Annie had discovered her sexuality, without parents or preachers to demonise what came naturally, Annie explored, experienced and above all enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh long before her coming of age.

While others read twilight she read Marquis de Sade, while others were toying with candles and apple pies Annie had accured a wide selection of toys, expensive but safe.

Annie had a reputation, one she had carefully constructed. The college boys she introduced to her pleasures were more than happy to tell their tales at her behest in locker rooms and quiet corners, while the college girls, well they spoke in hushed whispers only to their closest confidants, but all knew one thing as such things are known.

If you want better grades there’s always someone to go to, to score something to smoke under the bleachers there was always a guy, if you wanted to learn to fuck there was Annie.

Accepting of all, Annie never turned any away.

From lessons in masturbation, cock handling, sucking, deep throating, pussy licking and the use of everyday objects as toys Annie opened the eyes of her generation to the pleasures that their strict religious town would deem at the least inappropriate….

As Annie got older, the lessons got more intense, those seeking her talents bolder.

Spanking, bondage, watersports, insertions, exhibitionism, voyeurism, asphyxiation among others became part of her advanced classes, enjoyed by those who followed their kinks, Annie enjoyed indulging them all.

It was one such class when it all began to unravel.

Annie had agreed to help a couple who were testing the waters within their dom/sub relationship.
She was domme and he was sub, the house was supposed to be empty, theirs for the night as the dorms had thin walls.

Annie had started by watching, giving hints and tips until she agreed to submit.

Annie had her arms bound in a box tie with her chest and face buried in the thick leather cushions in the lounge, the sub’s cock fucking in and out of her arse beneath her ever present plaid skirt. His Domme kneeling naked behind him was right on the edge of her orgasm as she toyed with her clit and slid a second finger inside her subs arse as he fucked Annie and then the front door opened.

His parents stepped over the threshold, the emasculation of their son at the hands of his girlfriend was a shock, but when they recognised Annie, they knew where to lay the blame, after all Annie was a slut.

Their explanations fell of deaf ears, they were no longer children, able to make their own decisions, but no Annie was the cause, Annie the slut would no longer be tolerated.
While the Domme girl was forced through the door crying and their son was ordered upstairs to clean her filth from his body, with instructions to pray for his sins.

Annie’s arms were left tied behind her, the wife slapping her face over and over as Annie tried to convince them that what they’d seen was natural, consensual but she’d have none of it.
Instead taking out a thick black marker and covering Annie’s breasts in a word that didn’t hurt her S L U T.

Emblazoned and filled with righteous fervor they led Annie out to the street, pushing and tugging as the ashfelt hurt her feet as they called their neighbors out to See the slut,
The harlot corrupting their sons and daughters, the whore who must be dealt with.

The group and their cries of the moral decay at her hands grew as they passed by houses where her friends, those she’d taught to embrace their sexuality peaked from behind curtains as the object of their sexual liberation was held captive to outdated ideals.

Annie held her nerve, their words would not effect her, their hatred could not touch her, even as they forced her to her knees in the centre of town Annie willingly opened her mouth and parted her knees.

They thought to give her what she sought, so much of it that she would never again desire it.

The men formed lines front and back as their wives looked on with approval for what they would do was for the girls own good, however what Annie noticed with satisfaction that every cock was hard, none requiring any coaxing to fuck her mouth, arse or cunt.

Annie lost herself in the sensation, sucking and fucking till every last drop of their cum filled her.
Cock after cock they came, some rejoining the line for a second time.

A sudden cry of outrage drew Annie’s attention, to her left stood the dom and sub she’d been caught with, naked bare as their birthday they walked through the crowd despite the protests and threats of their parents to kneel on either side of Annie.

A show of solidarity, the mob refused their parents pleas to end this, instead willing the same punishment upon them.

Her cunt and mouth were filled quickly, her panic fading as she recalled the lessons from Annie.
Some consternation was given to how to deal with the boy, the women eventually stepping forward to raise their skirts and lower their jeans to ride his rock hard shaft as he lay on the ground.

More than one mother came hard on his long hard shaft before he filled his neighbours wife near to bursting with his cum.

Their stand had not gone unnoticed, in the abscence of their oppressive parents the rest of Annie’s students had gathered, disrobing as one filling in between the crowds in ones, twos and threes.

Cocks, mouths, cunts and arses. Fingers, toys, leather and lube flowing as they openly displayed the pleasure that Annie had introduced into their lives.

Shock spread through the crowd, a few wailed and despaired the moral decay of their down and is fall into sin, but for the most part long suppressed desires, kinks long hidden came to the fore.

The nubile flesh of their young adults raising barriers many had thought fixed in place forever.

Parents astuduiously avoid their children, as their children did likewise but more than one neighbour was seen taking pleasure with a willing younger participant.

Released from their bonds nature took its course and the wowesrs were excised from the majority, while long held prejudices disolved as wave after wave of pleasure moved through the tangled sweaty bodies of the assembled.

As for Annie, well she sucked and fucked every man and woman who joined her queue.

After all Annie was a slut.

Dear followers,

I have a theory, you see sixty nining provides an opportunity that doesn’t exist in any other position.

It allows competition, well reasonably fair competition.
Both combatants have the same tools available, mouth, lips, tongues, hands and the same defensive ability in trying to stave off orgasm, whilst doing all they can to cause the object of their desire to lose control.

I think there is a sport in this, primetime 69 has a nice ring to it, but that’s getting ahead of myself.

In terms of bedroom sport its an excellent way of solving those hard decisions, the winner (he or she who makes their partner orgasm before they do themselves) gets the spoils and second place takes it like a good little girl/boy.

So the next time you have a conundrum to solve with your partner, try competitive sixty-nining as a way of working it out, if nothing else its a whole lot of fun.

Ami’s hand closed around the nob of the changing room door pulling it closed behind her.
Her visage stared back at her from the three angled mirrors spread around the walls, moving this way and that Ami found just the spot where she could practically see herself entirely in the reflections without moving.

Ami dropped her eyes to the silk top she held gingerly by the hanger, it was the end of day and Ami had decided to treat herself to some shopping, well window shopping except that she’d seen this much to expensive top and a part of her just had to see what it looked like on.

The shop owner, a rather seve’re looking woman had been preoccupied with a real customer, paying for several bags worth of clothes as Ami made her way to the changing rooms.

Now inside, Ami pulled off her clinging T-shirt not entirely being able to ignore how good those mirrors made her boobs look in her lace bra.

Sliding the silk carefully from the hanger Ami savouring the feeling of it slipping down over her skin.
However once in place Ami belatedly realised the low cut was designed to be worn au natural. The thought of showing that much cleavage and her nipples being a bare slip away from exposure left Ami more than curious to see just how easily she’d be exposed.

Slipping the top from her shoulders, Ami quickly unlatched her bra, confirming that the owner was still chatting with the customer, Ami knew she’d have enough time before being disturbed.

Ami quickly admired her breasts in the mirrors, twisting this way and that before giving into.her need to experience the feeling of the silk once more.

The feeling of it sliding over her rapidly hardening nipples left Ami wondering at the possibilities of this room and its mirrors.
She’d seen the porn and read the stories of getting of in changing rooms but she’d never had the opportunity to follow through herself to turn fantasy to reality.

Admiring herself in the mirror, the way the silk hung in places and clung in other accentuating her body along with the way it hid or flaunted her breasts depending on how she moved confirmed that she HAD to have it, but aware of the price tag Ami knew it wasn’t to be, well not at that price.

Deciding to make the most of the situation Ami checked on the owner, peering out from the door jam Ami watched her showing a new customer some dresses.

Her confidence rising, Ami carefully closed he door once more, fingers lowering to part the buttons of her jeans, watching in the mirror as she lowered the tight denim over her arse.

Bending forward Ami enjoyed the view of her arse as her jeans disappeared exposing her thighs and calves, the toning exercises she’d taken up were certaining having the desired effect.

Biting her lip, with trembling fingers Ami lowered her panties, watching with fascination as the wet lips of her pussy came into view from her bent at the waist position.

It wasn’t a view of herself she’d ever really seen, the mirrors providing a new insight.
On the spur of the moment she raised her panties again, watching as she drew them slowly down exposing herself, getting noticeably wetter as she did it against and again, using the mirror to perfect a position and technique that would have all the boys hard and begging.

Stepping out of her jeans Ami leant with one hand beside the door while the other slid down between her legs as she watched in the mirror.
Watching as her finger circled her clit, as it slid between her wet lips, as she slid one then two fingers inside her opening, watching herself stretch as she worked them in and out while her breasts swayed in their silk covering.

Feeling she was close Ami closed her eyes, concentrating on the feeling, the naughtiness of what she was doing, the feeling of the expensive silk on her body.
Ami tried to quiet herself but her gasps and low moans had drawn the attention of the store owner now bereft of customers to serve who had moved the door sign to closed and now was standing in the open doorway of the changing room as Ami finger fucked herself, right on the edge of her orgasm Ami suddenly opened her eyes as she felt a breeze on her partially naked body.

The sight of the store owner staring directly St the reflection of Ami’s fingers thrusting hard in and out of her cunt left Ami paralysed, unable to move, speak, flee or cover herself Ami’s unconscious mind taking over, her body doing the rest to take her over the edge, her body writhing as her orgasm takes over, muscles clenching as waves of pleasure wrack her silk covered torso.

“Well, well, well, what a naughty little slut we have here… ” The owner mused, eyes still fixed on Ami’s cunt as Ami slipped her fingers free.

“Uh, I , ah.” Ami’s words failed her as did her body, refusing to respond to her commands to move and cover herself.

“I suppose you can’t afford that either, now that you’ve ‘soiled’ it?” The owner asked with a raised eyebrow.

Panicking Ami shock her head slowly, the afterglow of her orgasm fading leaving her in shock, unsure what to do.

“Stand up,” the owner ordered and Ami complied, leaving her eyes downcast as the woman’s eyes roamed over her scantily clad body.

Ami stood mute as the woman shifted the silk top as she would on a maniquin, stepping back she surveyed Ami’s scantily clad body.
“Well it does fit you perfectly, hiding just enough, perhaps we can come to an accommodation…”
She let her words hang between them, Ami responded after a few moments.
“I’m sorry, I can pay, just not all right now.” Her embarrassment clear in her trembling voice.

“That wasn’t what I had in mind little slut. ” the owner replied softly in a way that sent shivers down Ami’s spine and left her fingers reaching automatically for her throbbing clit.

Sometimes I allow the darkness free reign in my imagination, it escapes the mundane, ignores the casual observations, it wonders about the actions hidden by the facades.

For instance, my neighbour walks his dog each morning, but some mornings there’s a bit more swing in his step as though he’s already had his exercise.
The darkness wonders what the sounds his very prim and proper English wife makes while he’s fucking her, what the look on her face is as his cock presses hard against her until her arse opens to take him inside, the noises she makes as her fingers rub back and forth over her clit right on the verge of climax as he spills his cum inside her.

The darkness wonders what the early twenties checkout girl at the grocery store with the over the top makeup is thinking about when her eyes glint when they focus on the condoms in my pile of shopping. She isn’t thinking of me or what use I’ll be putting them too, that much is clear.
In that moment she’s lost in a memory, in the darkness is she thinking of sliding it over a long thick cock, hard and awaiting her tight cunt to slide down along its length, to take it inside her slowly, inch by inch as she gasps and her limbs shake as it fills her utterly.
Or is the condom she slipped over her vibrator last night, the one she lubed in the wetness of her cunt, the one she’d prepared for setting out a towel on her bed, turning on her webcam to share the moment as it enters her arse for the first time, exhilarating in the thrill of being watched by the foreign object filling her, her first orgasm of the night with her fingers on her clit as she strokes it in and out of her tight hole.
Then later finger fucking herself with her arse filled as the vibrations take her to another release, though perhaps its not just the webcam that’s watching, perhaps its him.
Watching and waiting cock in hand, waiting for her to leave a trail of hot pink lipstick kisses along the shaft and then around the base as she takes his cock with her other holes filled.

Perhaps that’s why shopping seems to take longer than I expect.

The girl serving at subway, whose uniform doesn’t quite hide the tattoos that disappear down her breasts, the darkness wonders where they lead, what tale do the images tell if you were to trace them over her naked flesh.
Is she a saint or slut or a little of both, does she suck cock or lick cunt or a little of both.
What holds the key to raising her ardour, what does she get off on, does she fantasize about being held against the counter, uniform cut off with the ever present knives to reveal her tapestried flesh beneath.
Would she beg for tongue, fingers or cock to explore between her lips?
Would she reach over to sample morsels of meat and salad while she was fucked?
Would she ask for the special sauce all over her sub?

The darkness holds no answers, only possibilities.

That mother riding the escalators in the other direction with the two small children, did she spend last night having her holes filled over and over again in a dingy carpark the night before while her husband watched on.

Does the young woman suggestively stroking the top of the wine bottle know what she’s doing, or is it just a natural motion because she’s thinking of the cock she’ll hold in her palm tonight.

Does the darkness in my neighbour, the checkout girl, the subway sandwhich technician, the mother, the young woman look back and wonder what the bearded man looking off into middle distance is thinking of?

Pup disembarked the plane, thankful that her re-education and the hands of Sister Anne was finally over and that her education by his hands was about to begin.

She’d flown half way around the world for this and now aside from a few smirks and sly winks at the contents of her suitcase and her stated purpose “visiting with friends” Pup was only mere trepidation filled steps away from him and all of the things he would do to her.

She knew what he looked like, but the photos didn’t do the same justice as seeing him in the flesh, despite being covered by a well cut suit.

The sign he held said Pup and she rushed to greet him, practically throwing herself bodily into his waiting arms.
He chuckled as Pup hugged him tightly, taking in his warmth, his smell, his solidity and the feeling of rightness than came from his arms wrapped around her.

“Hello Pup” he whispered in her ear, the low distinctly male sound of his voice addressing her had the same effect as it had over Skype.
Pup suddenly felt very aware of the need between her legs, a part of her wishing beyond hope that he’d slide his hand between them, it would only take a touch, she was so close, her arousal having not dimmed one iota in the last hours of the flight.

Hearing her breathing slow as Pup pressed herself harder against him he murmured,
“I see you got my message, and you worked out what it allowed. Good girl Pup, it seems you won’t have to wear this after all.”

He punctuated his sentance by allowing Pup to see the back of the name board he’d held up for her. It had a string taped to it so it would hang around her neck, it read,

I am a naughty slut who doesn’t do as she’s told.

Pup felt a shiver of distress and a jolt of arousal pass through her in the same instant as she read the words.

“I can change that to does, if you want to wear it?” He asked quietly.

Pup wasn’t entirely sure if he was joking, but more surprising was she found herself actually considering it, a small part of her wanting to show her pride in obeying him.

“Not here, maybe somewhere less public?” Pup finally responded.

“Mmmm hmmm, but you’ll be wearing less. Lets get your bag, I’ve got something to give you in the car.” He replied.

…

Pup told him the story of her flight as they walked through the carpark with him taking command of her luggage.

He stopped at the rear of a four wheel drive, lifting the tailgate and lifting her cases into thr back.
Pup noticed it was separated from the front and middle seats by a steel cage, something that would keep her luggage in the back or a pet confined while driving.

A part of her wondered if she’d have a seat on the trip to his house or not?

Pup didn’t catch what he said, her thoughts caught up in the possibilities.

“Sorry, I kinda spaced.” She said contritely.

He didn’t look impressed, like he was filing it away for later but he did repeat himself.

“Give me your clothes, everything, now.”

Pup glanced around, she wanted to obey him, but stripping in a public carpark wasn’t quite what she’d expected.

“Do I need to do it for you?” He asked quietly, his underlying threat palpable to Pup.

“No, I’ll do it, I’m just a bit jet lagged” Pup responded.

His raised eyebrow told her exactly what he thought of that. Unwilling to bait him further Pup quickly pulled off her hoodie, her phone once more falling to the ground.
When he moved to pick it up Pup continued revealing her corset underneath.

In retrospect it hadn’t been the best choice for long distance travel, but Pup loved the way it made her feel, sexy, feminine and the way it looked with her breasts pulled free and her skirt pulled up. Pup could feel her arousal growing as he frankly appraised her, the rising bulge in his suit proof of his approval.

Unlacing her corset Pup looked around, not seeing any movement she seperated the front pulling it free, letting her breasts hang free while her nipples hardened in the cool night air.

He looked up from her phone, looking pointedly at her skirt before turning the phone to face her.

“This was what you were watching wasn’t it?” He asked as the screen filled with the bound woman once more having her arse fucked with the huge strapon.

“Yes” Pup answered simply and she hoped with poise as she slipped her fingers into her skirt and drew it down to her ankles.

Her head raised abruptly at the words that left his lips,

“Well I’ll have to make some arrangements but I think we can fit this into your visit.”

Pup didn’t know how to respond, struck by his words and the events they heralded.
It had been one of the naughtiest, even extreme things that she got off on, just the thought, she’d never intended to re-enact it.

However the thought and the knowledge that they’d agreed upon limits but otherwise she was his to do with as he chose left Pup yearning for release.

He’d gathered her clothes, leaving her standing naked aside from her shoes.

“Get in the back seat then pass me your shoes.” He instructed

Pup followed his directions, opening the door and climbing in behind the dark tinted glass door.
Turning she raised her legs high to give him a good look at her sopping wet cunt between her closed thighs as she undid her laces, hoping his fingers would be tempted.

Infuriatingly for Pup he stood their passively, enjoying the view but not giving her what she so desperately wanted.

He took her proffered shoes and closed the door, adding them to the pile in the back and leaving Pup naked on the soft black leather of the rear seat.

He climbed into the drivers seat, before taking a box from the passenger seat and passing it to her.

“These are for you Pup.” He offered

Shifting to the centre of the seat Pup took the box, pulling the lid free to look inside.

The contents took her by surprise, a black leather collar with a silver lock and a Hitachi wand.

“Thank-you” Pup said earnestly, running her hands over the collar.

“Pass it here and lean forward.” He instructed in reply

He took it from her shaking fingers, encircling her neck with the supple leather before clicking the lock closed.

“While you’re with me, you’ll wear your collar. No excuses, am I understood?”

“Yes master” Pup replied quickly, almost bursting with joy at the feeling of it around her neck.

“Now under the passenger seat is a power inverter, plug in your new wand, I want to see you cum for me Pup.”

Pup hung from his words, the release she’d been aching for now so close and his desire to see her cum making her fumble in her haste to get the plug in the socket.

“You have five seconds to have that running against your clit Pup…” He warned

Pup heard his words and rammed the plug home, flicking the switch as she spread her thighs, nearly jumping straight out of the seat as the strong vibrations made contact with her over-sensitive clit.

Gasping, Pup watched him grinning as she tried to ride the intense sensation, but it was too much, making her jump and writhe rather than building her arousal.

“Thirty seconds, then I’m going to take over..” he murmed with an intensity Pup found both arousing and intimidating.

Try as she might, Pup just couldn’t quite get there as she watched the seconds tick past on his watch.

On the verge of crying, Pup released the Hitachi from her grip, letting it fall as she failed in her task.

Pup didn’t notice him get out of the drivers seat and climb in beside her, caught up as she was in berating herself for not being able to do something so simple.

“Its alright Pup, its alright.” His soothing tone filled her ears as he drew her against him.

“It was too much too soon, I’m sorry Pup.” He apologise as Pup snuggled against his chest.

“I want to cum for you, please, make me cum” Pup’s muffled voice rose from against his chest.

Reaching down he grasped the Hitachi from the seat where it was still vibrating, holding pup tight as he pressed it between them.

Pup felt herself jumping, muscles writhing as the sensation grew but he held her tight, little by little her body acclimatizing as he edge closer to her clit.

A low moan rose from Pup’s throat as the closeness of him, the feeling of being held in his arms, her body’s submission to his will as her orgasm rose quickly within her as he spoke the words that meant the world to her

“That’s right Pup, you’re here now and you’re going to cum for me.”

Pup’s orgasm surprised both of them with its strength, her body growing tight as a bowstring before shuddering hard in his grip as all the pent up arousal and desire flooded from her.

Minutes passed after he’d removed the Hitachi while her body still writhed with afterglow as he held her close.

The feeling of him strapping the centre seatbelt around her waist broke Pup from her reverie.

“Thank-you master.” She murmured in her post orgasm voice, low and languid.

“You’re welcome pup, now it’s time for us to get home, its not that far and I want you ready for me by the time we get there.”

Pup nodded in acknowledgement, allowing him to place her wrist above the seat to her side before tying it in place with a piece of rope, he then straddled her as he did the same to the other hand, looping the soft rope around the spare headrests.

Unwilling to miss an opportunity Pup raised her leg to trace his inner thighs spread over her, enjoying the feeling of his hard cock pressing against her skin through the material of his suit as she traced its length.

“Having fun?” He queried when the knots were done.

“Mmmm hmmm, but I’d be having more if you’d let me suck that before we left.” Pup murmured innocently.

The sight of his hands reaching for his zip were all the answer Pup needed, opening her lips wide and sliding her toungue provocatively between them.

His cock sprang free of its confines, with one hand he balanced against the luggage barrier with the other he directed his cock towards Pup’s waiting lips.

Seconds passed but the thick purple head of his cock hung just in front of Pups face, just out of reach as she leaned forward.

Pup strained, wanting his cock, wanting to feel it between her lips, filling her throat, spurting his cum inside her, but instead it remained just out of reach.

His teasing driving her wild, straining his carefully tied knots as noises rose from Pup’s throat as she pined for his cock.

When it came, it took her by surprise his hand taking a tight hold on the hair at the nape of her neck as his hips thust his cock into her waiting mouth, his length disappearing to fill her throat till his body pressed against her nose.

He throat fucked her, short sharp thrusts as the seconds ticked past since her last breath.

Pup gasped as his cock slid from her mouth, moving quickly he lifted himself from in front of her, leaning down to fasten her ankles in more rope he’d secreted under the seat.

Pulling her leg wide as he knotted it before moving to the other side door to do the same, spreading her wide, leaning in he took a metal egg from his pocket, cleaning it quickly before sliding it easily inside Pup’s wet cunt.

Tied as she was unable to prevent it even if she wanted to Pup held back her question, knowing he would reveal what he wanted.

When he regained the driver’s seat he turned on the rear roof lights, illuminating her naked.form before adjusting the rear view mirror to get a prime view.

As he started the motor Pup felt the vibrations start within her, increasing in intensity as he revved the engine.

“Its my own design Pup, I think you’ve worked out how it operates while I’m driving.
Its about half an hour to home via the freeway or forty five minutes via the back way with all the stop-start traffic lights. So which way do you want to cum home?”

Pup’s flight wasn’t going at all as she’d expected.
For weeks she’d planned and plotted her first introduction to the solo mile high club, but a message just minutes before the plane boarded had scuppered her well laid plans.

“You’re not to cum on the plane.”

Seven little words that left pup with a sense of frustration and pent up arousal for the next twenty odd hours with no chance of satisfaction.
To make things worse the only videos she’d loaded on her phone were all porn that had carefully selected for its content to get her off quickly and hopefully discretely.
However to make matters worse, as she found her seat Pup found that the seat beside her that was supposed to be un-occupied all the way back at the tail end was in fact filled by a rather severe looking nun, habit and all.

Resigning herself to her fate, Pup suddenly felt uncomfortably aware of her short skirt and lack of underwear as she stretched up to place her carry-on in the overhead, praying that the zip wouldn’t spring open and shower her in the various dildos and vibrators she’d packed at the top for easy access and use in her plans.

But now that was all for naught. As she took her seat Pup introduced herself, however the response she received started with the words

“I’m Sister Anne, do you know what’s wrong with young women these days? I thought not …”

Thirteen hours later Pup was amazed that Sister Anne could still speak, let alone lecture.
She’d tried to watch a movie but the entertainment system had a glitch so it wasn’t working in their section, she’d tried to feign sleep without securing any rest and finally she’d engaged Sister Anne, rebutting with her own opinion, which many hours later Pup was regretting, a lot.

After confirming the plastic cutlery definately wouldn’t work as an offensive weapon, Pup excused herself, heading for the toilet and respite.

Feeling defeated Pup took stock in the confined space, it wasn’t fair, this wasn’t the way her debaucherous holiday was supposed to be starting.
Staring at his message, it suddenly occurred to her, he had instructed her not to cum, but he’d said nothing about teasing herself.

Pulling her phone from her pocket and checking it was muted she quickly selected something that she knew would get her wet straight away.

The image of a woman, naked and bound face down on a sawhorse with a vibrator pressed hard against her clit filled the small screen.
Pup looked up from the screen at the mirror above the hand basin, watching as she exposed her thighs as her skirt rose higher, watching her lips come into view as she spread her legs, sitting a little awkwardly Pup found a spot where she could glance from the screen to what her fingers were doing to her cunt below.

As Pup watched the Domme repeatedly fucked the arse of the bound woman, the girth of the dildo she had strapped on increasing after each orgasm the bound woman gave into.

Pup could feel herself getting so close, the ache for release growing so bad but she forced her fingers to slow, teasing herself, leaving her panting as her eyes focused on the wetness coating her lips, flick, flick, so close, knock.

The sound of the stewardess knocking on the door along with her voice asking if she was alright scared the life out of Pup, physically making her jump.

“Yes, I’m fine, ill be out in a second.” Pup managed to call back through the door unsteadily.

Blushing furiously Pup pulled her skirt as low as she could, washing her wetness from her fingertips and flushing the unused toilet for effect.

Sheepishly she opened the door, keeping her face down, hoping the stewardess and the queue of people that had formed wouldn’t notice her bright red cheeks.

“Sorry, I’m just a bit airsick, I’ll be alright.” Pup stammered, to unsure to risk checking if they were buying her story she moved quickly to retake her seat.

As Pup sat, she felt something move, watching in abject horror as her phone still mute but filled with the image of a fist sized strapon stretching the bound woman’s arse fell directly into the lap of Sister Anne.

Pup stood frozen as Sister Anne’s hand reached for the phone, picking it up with her palm covering the screen she offered it to Pup.

“I don’t know how you young people can’t be without these things, I can’t even see the screen without my glasses, let alone make heads or tails of how to use it.”

Pup took the phone quickly, scrambling to close the movie app while nodding.
Pup didn’t trust herself to speak and Sister Anne appeared to accept her nods as agreement rather than a nervous thanks as Pup considered that perhaps there was a god looking out for her.

The rest of the flight passed uneventfully, though the wetness and need between Pup’s thighs only intensified as she replayed the events in her mind, the porn, the way her fingers had moved over her clit in the mirror and most importantly wondering what he had planned for her arrival….

Her eyes were downcast as she approached me with her champagne glass in hand.
I watched as her hips swayed subtly with each step, a consequence of the tall black heels that clad her feet.

She hesitated in front of me, one foot holding just short of the floor as her teeth grazed over her lower lip before she parted her lips to speak.

“I need to be fucked, I need to be toyed with, I need to be instructed.”

Her breath caught at the end of each declaration, her expression filled with nervous tension as the moment stretched.
Watching as her discomfort grow until just before her uncertainty came to a peak, just as she was preparing to flee while the blush in her cheeks turned a rosy red I spoke.

“What makes you think I would do those things?” I ask quietly before raising my scotch to my lips, the sweet bitterness cascading over my tongue as my eyes follow the supple curve of her stocking clad legs up to where they disappear beneath her figure hugging black dress, the stretch material taught over her arse, stomach and breasts where her hard nipples stood proud, testament to her arousal and lack of a bra.

Seconds pass then finally she raises her gaze to fall just short of mine, focusing instead on the amber liquid in my glass as she responds,

“Your eyes, the way you look at me. You’re dressed like one of the sheep, you blend in but the hints are there if you know what to look for.”
“And you know what to look for?” I interject.

“Your cufflinks, the cat of nine tails and a coil of rope aren’t exactly standard business accoutrements, even the way you position yourself, in the corner away from the door where you can notice everyone coming and going.
You’re not winding down with Friday night drinks, you’re on the prowl, you’re a predator … And I’m your prey.”

Raising a curled finger beneath her chin, I press up just enough for her to meet my gaze as I counter.

“Well you’re certainly intriguing, you think you have me pegged don’t you, you think that i’ll give you exactly what you want, do you think a predator prefers to be fed rather than to hunt?”

Her eyes widen as I open my hand, thumb and fingers wrapping around the soft flesh of her throat, her eyes widening as her heartbeat races beneath my fingertips.

Eccerting a little pressure I continue,

“Perhaps I will make a meal out of you little lamb, perhaps I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget, perhaps I’ll use your mouth, ass and cunt but you’re going to have to prove your worth my time, my effort, are you worth it little one?”

“Yes” she breathes in reply

“Prove it.” I state simply, removing my fingers from her throat before leaning back against the soft leather and lifting my scotch once more.

Uncertainty clouds her expression, she expected a command, something clear and concise to test her. Something that would push her comfort zone to prove herself, but given no direction she hesitates.

“I don’t know sir, I don’t know what you want. Do you want to touch me? Do you want me to touch myself? She asks unsteadily, casting her eyes to the floor, ashamed at her apparent failure of her task, to indecisive in the moment.
“Its ok, I’ll tell you what to do. You just need to do it, no hesitation…” I allow, letting my words sink in and her face rise, the majority of her discomfort gone just like that.

“Take off your underwear.” I instruct quietly over the rim of my scotch.

Searching for somewhere to place her half empty glass, I caution ” No hesitation”

She bites her lip, as her fingers of her free hand snake under the hemlines of her dress.
Pulling it up as she seeks the black lace beneath, awkwardly pulling down one side a little than the other, swaying on her tall heels as she fumbles.

I raise an eyebrow, her lack of training both a disappointment while providing an intriguing opportunity.

“Put them back on.” I say in a low voice.
The hurt on her face is palpable.

“You haven’t done this before have you? It was all just bravado?” I query

“Yes…and a few of these.” She replies quietly before taking a long swig from her glass.

“Lets try this again, turn away from me. I want you to face everyone else in the bar.
You’ll bend over at the waist, reach back and pull your dress up to show me.
You’ll stay bent over as you pull your panties down slowly till you can step out of them and then you’ll wait for my next instruction. ” I state it all so simply while her expression switches between shock and arousal.

Turning she glances over her shoulder, watching for my reaction as she bends over, hands reaching back, shaking as her fingertips draw the black of her dress up over the top of her stocking clad thighs, up over her black lace underwear.

Widening her stance she takes a deep breath, looking forward to see only the occasional glance into our dark corner as she slides her free hand between her thighs.
A shiver running through her body as her fingertips graze over the damp lace obscuring her cunt lips.

Drawing the material between her fingers, her breath catching as she pulls, drawing her underwear down from her crotch. Exposing the tight bud of her arse, then the soft pink lips of her cunt, wet and inviting.

The lace of her underwear slides easily down her stockings, nearly loosing her balance as she steps out of them, holding her position a blush rising in her cheeks as I stare intently as she exposes herself.

I break the moment before it stretches too long, “Bring them to me” I instruct.

Watching as she stretches down, muscles in her thighs and arse tensing as her fingers graze the black lace ball on the floor.

Straitening she turns back, undewear hanging from one hand, glass still in the other nearly empty now waiting on my words.

I part my legs, shifting my left knee clear of obstructions.

“Sit, straddle it.” I instruct, patting my suit pants just above my knee.

Moving slowly, she places one leg either side of mine. Lowering herself slowly, pulling up the front of her dress to give me a clear view as she lets her body rest on my thigh, the warm wetness of her cunt quickly seeping through the light wool to my skin.

“Good girl” I murmur.

My words greeted by a wide smile that doesn’t slip as I take her underwear.

Raising it up, she looks uncertain until my words make it clear, ” Open your mouth.”

With a little reluctance she parts her lips, eyes widening as I push the balled up lace into her mouth.

“We can’t have you making too much noise.” I murmur while I lower my hand, fingertips finding her hard little clit and her first moan is covered by the lace filling her mouth.

Her hips press forward, wanting more as I tease her with swift light flicks over her sensitive nub as her wetness grows between us.

Unknown to her, I signel the barstaff indicating drinks for both of us as I lean forward to whisper in her ear, ” Pull your dress down to your waist, I want to see you.”

She nods in acknowledgement, fingers lowering the zip and pulling down the material to expose her breasts, hard nipples standing out clear enticing the fingers of my free hand while the other rubs a staccato motion back and forth over her clit as her breathing slows.

The tug on her glass by the waitress seeking to swap it for a full one takes her entirely by surprise, shock running through her as I grab her hand as it tries to cover her.

The waitress is a friend, a toy to be played with on occasion but she doesn’t know that. Only aware that she’s mostly naked while having her clit toyed with in front of another women.

I take my fresh scotch, returning her wink with a slight nod. Watching as she reaches down to pinch her exposed nipple hard, watching the gasp and moan as she drives her went cunt against my fingers in response.

The waitress waves as she leaves, pouting a little as I put to bed the ideas that had formed of their own volition, as well as the way she had responded to the pinching of her nipple by the waitress.

I feel her body growing taught, the consistent manipulation of her clit along with the additional arousal from being caught leaving her right on the edge as her underwear soaks up the moans leaving her throat.

My thigh now lies sodden with her wetness, her eyes open wide in shock as I lift my fingers of her clit just as she’s about to cum. The sudden loss of sensation almost painful as I lean close to her ear.

“You’re made my thigh all wet, if you want to cum you’re going to have to rub your clit in that wetness, no fingers, nothing else, show me how much you want to cum.”

Her breathing comes in ragged pulls as she sets to her task, leaning forward she grinds her clit and wet lips against my suit pants.

Short sharp motions, back and forth as her breathing gets more ragged, short sharp bursts as she rocks her hips back and forth, having to work, having to try so hard to get back to the edge, to achieve her release.

Her motions become frenetic as it approaches, her whole body tight as a drum as she fucks herself against my thigh.

She meets my gaze as her body rests on the edge.

“Cum for me.”

The words leave my lips and her body responds, growing taughter still then going instantly limp, a calm before the storm of convulsions wracks her body as pleasure courses through her veins.

Cumming hard, her body shudders at the slightest sensation.

“Thank-you sir.” She murmurs from where she leans against my chest.

“Don’t thank me yet, we’re only just getting started.
In a minute you’ll finish your champagne then return your gag to your mouth.
You’ll cover yourself and we’ll walk to my car, you have until then to cum from the vibrating egg I’m about to slide inside you, If that isn’t enough well, you’ll spend the trip back with it taped against your clit.
Dont worry its only a 40 minute drive…”

To her credit, she pulled the underwear from her mouth and started to drink her champagne even as she rose on unsteady legs for me to slide the black silicon toy inside her.

The way her eyes rolled back as I turned it on confirming that perhaps it sometimes might be nice to have prey offer itself up, rather than always having to hunt.

As the door closed behind her she let her hands fall to the buttons on her blouse, step by step as she stalked down the hall they seperated till she could slip it from her shoulders.

A few more steps while her fingers reached behind her to loosen the zip on her short black skirt, halting only to let it fall and to lift her heels clear.

At the bedroom door her hands twist behind her back to unclip the bra to free her breasts from the conformity of the day, leaving her bra dangling on the conviently placed handle.

At the bed she slipped off one heel then the next, letting the stress of the day disappear as she arched up onto her toes.

Moving to the end she crawled up onto the bed, reveling in the softness beneath her as her breasts dangled inviting.

She left her underwear in place, after all he should have something to reveal.

Though as she heard his hand turning the knob on the door she hoped that perhaps by the time he found her she might just enjoy having them pulled to the side…

Well my lovely little anon, I did succeed in making Rose blush so there will be a reprieve of sorts for now.

Although there hasn’t been a lot of time recently for writing.
I started writing a piece for a follower request, however unfortunately events conspired that its no longer an appropriate piece.

Which is really a shame for the follower, that events conspired, not that I’m not posting the story.

My personal life is getting in the way, entirely too many people are born in February even if that does include me, in addition my car is still in several pieces and the purchase I was looking to make for a replacement fell through at the last minute.

Still that’s life, im itching to write so ill see about getting something together that’s a little shorter in the next 24 hours.

Any and all suggestions welcome.

Cheers
-SD