Texas Tea
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Posted:Aug 4, 2017 11:57 am
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It was a hot, humid Texas afternoon, but I was comfortable in a cool white t-shirt, lightweight navy sports shorts, and sandals. I ambled over to the café, purchased a large shaken, iced-tea, and was lucky to find a table in the shade. I sat myself down to sip on my drink and read. Behind my sunglasses I occasionally people watched.
“Would you mind if I shared this table?”
Surprised, I looked up from my tablet. The person making the request was a young woman. I put her in her early twenties. She would be considered chubby. Not quite BBW, but definitely not skinny. She perspired uncomfortably in the heat. Beads of sweat trickled from her forehead and down her cheeks. Her clothes were damp and sweat-stained. Her top was a size too small and clung to her. It was low-cut, revealing an impressive cleavage. I shook my head. Sadly, she wore a bra. The top exposed a cute navel. I watched as she smoothed her skirt. She was embarrassed at how it kept riding up, revealing more of her thick thighs. “She would be a good fuck,” I thought.
“Pardon?” I said.
“May I share this table,” she repeated — a note of peevishness in her voice. “There’s no other available.”
A quick glance around, showed she was right. The café was overflowing with customers wanting to quench their afternoon thirst at inflated prices. I pointed to the seat opposite, “Sure.”
“Thanks. May I leave my bag with you, while I get my drink?” Quite trusting I thought. I smiled in what hopefully was a reassuring manner.
“Sure. I’m not going anywhere.” She smiled and turned to walk into the café. Her ass was full and round, and bounced attractively as her hips swayed. It was an ass that begged to be smacked. Likely the cheeks also hid a tight hole that needed fucked. Minutes later, she returned with her drink and sat down. The sipping on her straw drew attention to her full lips. The deep red lipstick glistened wet with the drink. I wondered what it would be like to kiss them… to have my cockhead rub across them... better still to force them apart and face fuck her.
My gaze traveled down to her tits. Twin mounds of cleavage heaved as she breathed. Given how her tits were pushed up, obviously, her bra was too small. That she had huge, dark areolae was plain to see. The bra was insufficient to cover them completely. It was tantalizing to wonder what size her nipples were. Were the button impressions pushing against the top her nipples or just the style of the bra?
“It’s rude to stare,” she said.
“I’m wearing sunglasses. How can you tell?”
“I can sense your eyes on my cleavage.”
“It would be impolite not to appreciate your tits. From what I can see, they are both beautiful and amply sized.”
“That’s vulgar.”
“What?”
“You called them “tits”.”
“What would you prefer? Udders?” The image of her on all-fours, tits dangling ready to be milked by my hands swept into my mind.
“Certainly not — I’m not a cow.”
“You’d make a fine cow. Those tits would hold lots of milk,” I replied before taking up my tablet again, then added, “You likely have a fine cunt too — plump cunt lips waiting to be kissed and licked... a clit waiting to be teased out of its hood. Although I can’t see any of that — unless you spread your thighs, and are not wearing panties. Since you’re wearing a bra, in this heat, you’re probably wearing panties too. They’re likely wet with your juices and sweat. If I sat close enough, I could probably smell the scent of your cunt.”
“Pervert,” she gasped.
“Yes, I am, and a dirty old man.” The strange thing was that she remained at the table. More seats had freed up since she first sat down so it was not as though she had no choice.
“You’re old enough to be my daddy. You should be ashamed.”
“So you have daddy issues?”
“No…” The hesitation in her voice suggested she was not being completely truthful.
“Come sit closer... it’s more shaded.” I indicated the bulge in my shorts and laughed. “That’s your fault. If you want, you can feel my cock. Think how much it’s like your daddy’s. You’ve seen his cock, haven’t you? Sneaked peaks when he was bathing or showering. Seen him lie on his bed with no sheet to cover him.” She blushed. I had struck home. “You’ve probably played with your cunt picturing his cock inside you. You’ve watched him fuck your mom and been jealous of her.”
Her cheeks flushed even redder. I wondered how far I could push her before she finally stormed off. Like a moth to the flame she was caught. One part of her wanted to run… the slut in her (there’s a slut in every woman) wanted my cock... wanted her daddy’s cock. Confused, she sat, her clothes increasingly wet in the cloying heat and humidity. I imagined the wet patch on the metal seat as her cunt and thighs seeped. “Cafés should provide seat wipes like gyms!” I thought. It was quite erotic. I wanted to smell her cunt, to feel and breathe in the dampness of her panties. I watched her cleavage rise up and down. The rate was much faster than when she had first sat down. Her cunt was probably much wetter too.
I pointed to her tits. “Go to the washroom and take that ridiculous bra off. It’s plain you’re uncomfortable wearing it.” I waved at the other tables, “And, I doubt whether many of the sluts here are wearing bras in this heat.”
“Women are not “sluts”,” she retorted. “We deserve respect.”
“Like every woman, you’re a slut, and fuckmeat. You’re three holes to fuck. And, a body to bruise when you’re disobedient.” I watched her face. Shock and curiosity fought for supremacy. “In your case, you want your daddy’s cock in your holes. You long for…lust for… dream of daddy spreading your thighs and fucking you. You want to kneel before him, take his balls in your hands and suck on his cock. ”
“I don’t...” The hesitation was more obvious. She stood up. I could almost hear her sweat-covered skin peel from the metal seat. With a toss of her head she turned and stormed off. I chuckled — her ass and thighs had a wickerwork pattern — and returned to reading my book. Fifteen minutes later, the seat legs scraped over the concrete pavement. I looked up and smiled.
“I told you that you would be more comfortable without a bra.” Freed from the bra, her tits hung beautifully. Her youth meant that she did not have the sag of more mature, heavy tits or the silver lines of stretch marks. They curved upwards, and finished with large and hard button-sized nipples. That the top clung to her tits served to accentuate their beauty. She grunted in response and sucked deeply on her straw.
A shadow moved across my vision. Looking up I watched the sky fill with dark, gray storm clouds. A few large drops of rain splattered on my arm. Typical Texas. In a short while, the sky would open up and a deluge of rain descend. The temperature dropped slightly causing goosebumps to spread over her uncovered skin. “It will rain soon.” I pointed to the parking lot. “There will be no room in the café. My car is over there, on the other side of the line of trees. We should run to it now. You can finish your drink and I’ll drop you off home — or wherever you want.” She hesitated, but a burst of raindrops on her cleavage convinced her to move.
We were half-way to the car — it was parked a reasonable distance from the café and as luck would have it, pretty much on its own, when the storm broke. Scrambling to open the doors as the rain beat down, we slid inside and finally caught our breath. Our heavy panting already had started to steam up the car and the rain had further reduced visibility. It was like our own private cocoon. I looked at her. Her wet top was like a second skin and nearly transparent, showing off the huge tits. Hard and erect nipples strained to punch through the material. With each breath she took, I wanted her more and more. In my flimsy shorts my cock revealed just how much I lusted after her body.
Our eyes met and she looked at me with big, blue eyes. Then her gaze dropped to my pants. “No…” she whispered. I reached over, grabbed her long hair tightly until she winced, and pulled her towards me. I was very thankful for the bench seating of the Grand Marquis. My lips mashed against hers. She resisted, but my tongue forced its way into her moist mouth, coiling like a snake around hers, fucking her mouth with deep stabbing thrusts. Her hands beat against my chest as I forced myself on her, overwhelming her defenses.
In her mind she thought, “It’s just a kiss,” but it wasn’t. It was an invasion. I wanted possession of her.
My free hand gripped her wet top and pulled it down sharply. The flimsy material tore, releasing her beautiful, abundant tits. One hand on her throat to keep her down, I stopped kissing her to enjoy the sight of her tits.
“No more. Please, no more.” Her pleadings were more effective than Viagra. My cock was very hard and wanted inside her.
Tears coursed down her cheeks and splashed on the car seat. I lay on top of her, making it impossible for her to move. My crotch rubbed against her cunt mound. My tongue and lips covered her tits with kisses. Betrayed by her body, she moaned. My mouth covered her nipples, sucking and biting them until they were hard in my mouth. There was no love in my assault — only deep, dark lust for her young body.
She moaned again. Her nipples were hyper-sensitive and sending ripples of pleasure down to her cunt. She trembled, caught between surrender to an animal lust that was overwhelming her senses and social convention.
Hungry for her, I bit down on her tits and nipples. I slapped them, leaving red welts on the pale flesh. Fingerprint bruises surfaced as I squeezed and twisted the soft fleshy mounds. Bite marks covered the expanse of her tits. She cried out at the unceasing abuse. “Please stop.” She closed her eyes. It was only her tits being used. She could suffer that. She cursed the trembling pleasure in her body, wishing it would stop… but did she want it to stop?
I kissed and licked her belly. She squirmed as my tongue licked her navel and along the valleys of her soft belly rolls. They tasted salty. She whimpered a final, “No…” as her skirt was pulled away and thrown into the back of the car. My hand forced her thighs open and I felt between her legs. I smiled. The slut had taken her panties off as well as her bra. In a final act of defiance, her thighs clamped tight on my hand. I slapped her face, tits and cunt hard. She cried at the treatment, but her thighs opened.
I rubbed her full, luxuriant bush. I moaned — a hairy cunt was such a rarity especially in the young with their propensity to waxing. I buried my head in her cunt and took it as my own, savoring the almond and honey taste of her juices. My tongue fucked her wet cunt. Cunt hair in my mouth was a pleasure not an inconvenience. She gasped at the raw intensity of the pleasure that was crushing her defenses.
Exposing her clit, I mercilessly licked, sucked and bit the fat pink pearl. Fingers rapidly beat it. Her body flushed pink and glowed with shimmering sweat. Her thighs clamped around my head. This time she wanted me deeper inside her. Her desire was for my tongue to explore and take every pink ridge inside her cunt. I worshiped her cunt, feeling her gasp in pleasure. There was no need to hold her down. She had surrendered to me.
“No!” she pleaded. She did not mean it. Her body writhed in unknown ecstasy. She thrashed as her orgasm came closer. My finger slipped inside in her dirty hole, sliding in and out like a small cock. The action tipped her over the edge. She screamed as she came, begging me to stop. The ecstasy was agonizing in its intensity. I did not and she came again... and again.
Hair lank with sweat in the boiling hot car, the windows totally steamed up, she lay back panting, moaning. Hands and fingers roamed her body playing with her tits and cunt. Her bush was matted with cunt juice. She licked her fingers clean savoring her taste. The car stank with her sex. Cunt juices stained the seat. After-tremors of her orgasm made her body twitch.
I sidled up next to her and kissed her lips enjoying the taste of her cunt. Her hand slid underneath my shorts and she fondled my cock. It throbbed rock hard, and warm in her hand. “Oh my god, it feels so big,” she gasped. There was a hint of fear in her voice. Then, with a voice husky with sex, she shouted, “Fuck me, you perverted bastard. Cum in me. Breed me.” It was an offer that would never be refused. A hard cock rammed deep into her sopping wet, yet still tight cunt. My ass rocked up and down as I pinned her to the car seat with deep thrusts. With primeval delight I took her cunt with long bruising thrusts. She shrieked in pain, but kept moaning, demanding, “Fuck me. Fuck me. Ruin me.”
I grunted and pumped thick creamy cords of seed into her. She screamed more and came at the touch of hot cum spurting deep into her cunt. Her legs locked around me as her deep cunt muscles milked my cock. Panting, I lay beside her. Both bodies covered in sweat as we savored the hard rutting.
I squeezed her tits and twisted her fat nipple between finger and thumb, “We should get the car detailed, before we get home.”
“Yes, daddy. Mom will be angry at the stains and smells.” Then she smiled, “She’s going out with friends this evening. I have a lovely ass for you to fuck.”
I grinned, “Yes, you do.”
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Obedient -- A Dark BDSM Novel
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Posted:Jul 11, 2017 9:59 am
Last Updated:Jan 8, 2018 10:25 am 20939 Views
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Finally, finished my dark bdsm erotica novel -- Obedient. It is set in early 1800s Dublin. I am looking for beta-readers who can provide constructive comment and criticism. The manuscript is about 87,500 words. Please send a message or respond to this note with contact details (email).
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Awakening 4
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Posted:Jun 7, 2017 7:12 am
Last Updated:May 10, 2024 11:8 am 13465 Views
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The sharp lash of the whip on her ass soon awoke her from her reveries. She cowered, looking up with wide open eyes. His cock was semi-erect and still looked good. His balls hung looser — two succulent plums waiting to be savored. She regarded his chest and belly. Both were covered in a light matting of hair. Sweat had plastered his hair to his skin. She watched a bead of perspiration make its way down his chest. She wanted to slowly lick the sweat from him. A hand grasped her hair and pulled her up onto her knees. The rough wooden floor scraped her fragile skin.
“Worship my cock, .”
She nodded eagerly and followed the fine ridge from his balls along his shaft. It was a strange feeling, his limp cock in her mouth, but she gratefully accepted the gift. Her head bobbed to and fro as she sucked vigorously on him. There was only one pause, when he snapped a pair of nipple clamps onto her aching nipples. The linking chain was clipped to the o-ring on the collar. She wondered how he knew the exact length of chain that would pull on the clamps so that her nipples and tits were stretched upwards. The pain spiked through her tits. She loved it.
A slap on her face was followed by several on her tits. She moaned at the pain as the clamps bit into her nipple flesh. The taste of blood in her mouth told her that her lip was split.
“Continue, ,” he said.
She knew what he meant and took his cock in her wet mouth. Her licking and sucking was soon rewarded as she felt him harden with her attentions. She knew was a good cock-sucker. She’d had lots of practice in her teens with pimple-faced adolescents who wanted to feel her big tits. They begged her to let them fuck her. Instead she sucked them off. Years of blow-jobs had perfected her technique until now she knew exactly what a man needed and how to hold him from cumming too soon. She laughed. Years of practice — she was barely out of her teens.
His cock was tumescent, hard and looked as good and menacing as ever. It pointed at her as if to say, “Slut, you’re mine.” And, she was — a slut and enslaved to his cock.
Rough hands gripped her hips and pulled her off the floor. Bent over, she looked in the mirror and saw his cock rub along her ass crack and then under her cunt. Her tits hung down, held tightly by the clamps. Holding her with one hand under her belly he smacked her cunt until it was plump, red and throbbing. She moaned at the heat between her legs. Her cunt lips felt huge. Heart thumping in her chest, she waited on her Master’s next move.
It was not how she had pictured losing her virginity. She wondered did he know… how could he? Even the other sales reps at work never got beyond a grope of her tits and finger in her cunt — and that included several women. “Oh, god,” she thought, as she felt the tip of his cock open her cunt gash, “How will it feel?” Not long transpired before her question was answered. It was so very sore. His cock thrust hard and balls deep into her cunt. She thanked god that she was still wet.
Shrieking and squealing like a pig she was fucked hard. Her tits swung violently with every hard, deep thrust. Her cunt must be torn with his fat cock. She glanced at the mirror to see his thickly muscled thighs and tight ass power the thrusts into her cunt. Each hard penetration made her judder. She felt the sweaty slaps of his thighs on her ass and his balls on her cunt. He took her hard and with no thought for her pleasure. She felt used, dirty — fuckmeat to satisfy his lusts.
A “Fuck yes!” from him was followed by a gush of cock-milk that coated every surface of her cunt, joining with her cunt juices. A flash of panic surged through her. Did she remember to take her pill? She was always forgetting. Until now, she had never needed its protection. She felt his cock withdraw and the splash of cum on her ass. She liked the feeling as he rubbed the sticky milk into her cheeks. Her cheeks were pulled open exposing her hole. It too was virginal. A puckered pink entrance to her dirty passage.
A finger probed her hole. She squirmed as it pushed and stretched the entrance. A cock-head pushed against her tight hole. A glob of spit dropped onto it as lubrication.
She mouthed, “No. Please no.” Her cunt throbbed with the hard fucking that robbed her of her virginity. She was scared to think what that cock would do to her hole. He grunted and she screamed. He grunted more as he drove his fat cock into her; she screamed with every inch. She mouthed incoherent mumblings as he took her hole. The pain numbed her mind, but not the agony that was her hole. It seemed a long long time that he fucked her. His stamina was extraordinary.
Eventually he withdrew and she collapsed. Looking up she saw his cock glistening with cum and cunt juice, and streaked with blood and shit. To her shame she still wanted it. Right now, in her mouth or any hole he wished. Yet there was a longing in her that had not been satisfied.
“Spread your legs, ,” he ordered. She obeyed without thinking. He knelt beside her. She felt her cunt opened wider, then his hand slapping her clit. It started slowly and then became rapid sharp smacks. Her swollen clit felt as if it would burst. She squirmed under his hand. Then she came. Hard convulsing shocks surged from her clit through her body. Unable to exert any control her limbs trembled and spasmed. She screamed over and over until hoarse. This time with an ecstasy she had never before experienced. A gush of cunt-scented liquid spurted from her cunt. She rolled in her body fluids, enjoying the wet warmth as her orgasm diminished to pleasant trembling.
Her breath steadied — although it seemed like forever. Her hands roamed her body enjoying the sensitized skin and the liquids that coated her — inside and out. A cough from him drew her attention. He pointed to a crate.
“That’s your new home. Rest for a while.” He slipped her wrist-cuffs off and she padded to the crate.
“Yes, Master.”
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Awakening 3
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Posted:May 5, 2017 7:52 am
Last Updated:May 12, 2017 7:41 am 14580 Views
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She looked at him with pleading eyes. Yet, she did not want release. She wanted him to take her… to fuck her brutally with his thick pole. Her voice croaked and he gave her some water. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me.” She was humiliated at the pleading whine of her voice.
“Master,” he said.
“What?”
“You will address me as Master.”
She nodded, “Yes, Master. Please fuck me Master. I don’t deserve your cock, but I want it so much.”
“You’re a .”
“Yes Master, I am. Your pain . Your fuck . Please use your .”
Firm, calloused hands were placed on her soft round shoulders. The pressure guided her to her knees. His beautiful cock throbbed before her. She watched as he slowly cupped his balls and stroked his cock. The skin moved up and down the shaft. He was uncut. It was very thick at the bottom. She had a very tight cunt and wondered how she would take him in. The shaft curved slightly and tapered to a dark, pink bulb. As he stroked he squeezed. Beads of pre-cum oozed from his pee-hole. Tongue out, she stretched forward to lick his nectar. A hard slap on her face brought her up short.
“Why?”
“Not until I give you permission,” he growled. She fought back the tears and dipped her head.
Her long auburn hair was gathered up in his hands and pulled tight. She felt the skin on her skull stretch. Her face was led close to his cock. She could feel its warmth… smell its fishy fragrance. The hood mostly covered the head with only a glimpse of the smooth glans visible. “Worship my cock, .” It was the words for which she had been waiting.
Hands still cuffed behind her back, she leaned forward. Head bent and neck swiveled, she licked his balls. The hard nuggets were almost too big for her mouth, she sucked and licked enjoying their sweaty odor. The musky-dirty smell of his hole intoxicated her. “Please, Master,” she begged. He grunted and moved to allow her access. Her tongue licked around his puckered hole then probed inside. A confusion of smells and textures assaulted her senses. She was both revolted by her actions and driven to want more.
The taste of his hole lingered on her tongue as she moved upwards along his thick meat. She traced the thick veins that fed her Master’s cock and made it so hard. She felt their pulse as they pumped more blood. She smiled and gave herself some congratulations. It seemed to her that his cock had become bigger… thicker under her attention. Her tongue slipped under the loose skin and licked around his cock-head. She moaned as she tasted left-over pre-cum.
Her mouth opened to take the head in and suddenly she gasped for breath. Like a dagger, the cock stabbed into her mouth. There was no warning… no holding back. With a thrust of his hips his cock drove forward. At the same time his hands tightened their grip on her head, holding her in his vice-like grip. Her nose was flat against his belly. Fear and shock grabbed her beating heart. Her nose was blocked by his belly and her throat closed off by the thrusts deep inside. Only his withdrawals allowed her to take in small sips of air. Her eyes bulged. Salty tears streamed down her cheeks and splashed her tits. She felt her throat punished and distended. She imagined the bruising. The evening’s earlier cosmopolitans roiled in her belly, threatening to puke over him. Huge amounts of drool spewed from her mouth, soaking his balls and her tits in long silky streamers of saliva.
She felt his cock jerk and grow impossibly huge in her mouth. Instinct told her that he was about to cum. He fucked her throat even harder, faster, deeper and more painfully. She felt his agony… his need to expel the cock-milk that filled his balls. Like the she was, her mouth was used by him without any mercy or feelings other than to give him release.
The huge spurt of cum filled her mouth and throat made her choke and cough. “No,” she cried inwardly. She wanted to taste his seed and savor it. Not just feel the hot torrent flow into her stomach. She gulped and guzzled greedily on the cum as it was pumped into her mouth and throat. As the flow diminished she sucked on his cock milking every drop. His cum overflowed her mouth, running in thick cords down her chin and onto her tits. She sneezed and cum flowed from her nostrils. She wanted so much to massage her tits and nipples with his cum, but her hands were held behind her. As he withdrew, her head and mouth sought his cock, wanting to prolong his stay in her.
Weak, her throat already sore, she slipped to the floor. Eyes closed she relived her face fuck and awaited her Master’s pleasure.
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Awakening Pt 2
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Posted:May 2, 2017 11:14 am
Last Updated:May 2, 2017 11:16 am 13486 Views
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A swift slap on her cunt made her yelp. She tried to close her legs — and failed miserably. The spacer-bar kinked to the ankle-cuffs ensured she was always open to him. As he beat her cunt she bit her lip. The harsh metallic taste of iron filled her mouth. Her cunt lips throbbed. She could feel the pulsating throb of her swollen purple-pink lips and the heat from his slaps.
He came closer. She was thankful for the brief respite. Rough, calloused fingers pushed up inside her soaking wet cunt. They found no resistance in her slippery-wet cunt. He probed and pressed the ribbed inner surface. She shivered and moaned as he found her hot spots. She trembled as his thumb and finger squeezed her pink round clit. He wanked it like a tiny cock. She almost came. Her natural lubrication flowed. She could smell the fragrance of her cunt spread and fill the room. It was a smell she loved — always had done since her first fumbling attempts at masturbation.
She wondered. And he answered. Fingers smeared with cunt juice were rubbed over her face. Her lips were forced apart and his fingers thrust in. She tried to turn her head. He slapped her face. A hard stinging slap that would raise a bruise on her high cheekbone. His fingers were inside her mouth again — refreshed with more juice. She sucked and gobbled like a baby at a nipple. She loved the taste of her cunt. Once again, she hated herself for her weakness.
His lips ground against hers. He took her mouth. His long, thick tongue savaged her mouth. There was no gentleness as he stabbed her so deep she struggled for breath. He made her tongue his own, twisting the weak pink weak creature to his needs. Before releasing her, he bit her tongue. The taste of iron filled her once more.
“,” he growled. She almost said, “Yes,” in agreement. She shook her head and gave him what she hoped was a defiant look. He laughed. She felt like a puppy trying to be a big bad dog.
She was almost grateful when he tightened the black leather collar around her neck. The chain from the o-ring snapped into a link in an overhead beam. At least now she would not fall over, although she might faint and hang herself.
Sharp slaps on her soft ass cheeks told her that he was not finished with her. She shuddered under the heavy-handed onslaught. How long could he keep this up? Surely his hands must hurt. The whip — a cat-o-nine tails — answered her question. She cried out as she felt her ass and back flogged. She imagined the long thin red lash marks and wondered if her flesh was broken. She flinched when he directed the whip to her sensitive inner thighs. The knotted ends of the tails left ugly bruises.
Feet padded around her and he stood before her, whip in hand. Yet all she could notice was his throbbing hard cock and his big balls. She wanted them — wanted to kneel in her pool of now cold pee and take the big purple head in her mouth — wanted to lick his balls and capture them in her mouth — wanted to lick his ass and probe his hole. Oh god, where did that last thought come from?
He stood close to her. She felt his cock rubbing against her smooth, waxed cunt mound. It was warm and pulsated against her flesh. She felt the hard shaft slide under her cunt. Its thickness rubbed along her crack as he rocked back and forward — teasing her. He stood back and she could see her cunt milk on his shaft. It glistened, mocking her.
The whip was raised. If she could cower she would have, but there was no hiding, no escape for her. He started with her big tits. That was not so bad. They already hurt from his hands. Now the whip lashed her tits. She quailed as her erect, button-sized nipples were cruelly attacked. Her belly recoiled as he changed target. It was not a flat belly, there were some foods she just could not resist. She thought of it as pleasantly curved. Now it quivered under the cat.
She tried to brace herself for what was inevitable — breathed deeply, hoping to calm the millions of nerve cells that were exploding causing her an exquisite pain. The cat flayed her cunt. Its tails reached between her thighs and into her cunt. She felt her pearl-shaped clit lashed over and over. How did he manage to get that sharp a focus? Her clit screamed — for more. She felt her thighs spread as far as they could. Why? Why did she want more pain?
The whipping stopped. She slumped as far as she could. Her body burned with pain. It also was on fire with desire. She wanted to cum… needed to cum. “You fucking bastard,” she croaked.
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Awakening Part 1
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Posted:Apr 10, 2017 8:37 am
Last Updated:May 10, 2024 11:8 am 14338 Views
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She was frightened. Her body shook, trembling at the unknown. A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead, splashing onto her red dress. She was clothed, but her hands were cuffed behind her back. The thought of running occurred to her, but she would not get far — her ankles were chained together.
The last thing she remembered was the bar. He looked reasonable and she accepted the offer of drinks. She was lonely. It was her first business trip alone and she was looking for company. The drinks made her feel warm and responsive. She enjoyed the kissing and the feeling of his hands as he squeezed her tits over her satin dress. She never wore bras, so her nipples were hard and pushing against the material. She nodded when he said, “One more drink and then my room.”
She did not remember the drink and this was definitely not the hotel room.
His face had changed. It was the look of a predator. His smile was full of lust, primeval and animal. He was naked. He had an average body, a hairy chest and was slightly overweight. She gasped at his cock. She had rubbed his crotch over his pants in the bar, but this naked, thick and throbbing piece of meat was much bigger than she had anticipated.
She gasped, “No!” as she felt her cunt betray her and her nipples harden.
He looked at her as if knowing her thoughts and mouthed one word, “Slut.”
Her heart raced as he moved towards her. With no warning he reached out and ripped her dress down to her waist. Her ample tits hung invitingly. Her nipples were erect and wanting — needing, attention. She cried, “No!” but her body said, “Yes!” She heard the slap of flesh against flesh and the pain of her tits being smacked. Not soft, play smacks but hard, no holds barred blows that made her tits bang against each other. She saw her tits redden and his imprints on them. Horrified, she felt her body push her tits upwards, giving her abuser more to hit. He did not refuse the offer.
The clinging red material of her dress had gathered between her thighs. She knew it was wet and dark from her cunt juices. Her bitch of a cunt had not flowed this much — ever. She felt a tingle in her bladder. “No!” The evening’s drinks flowed down her thighs, soaking her dress and lying in a pool around her feet. Humiliated, she hung her head and tried to hold back the flow. It was then she noticed her feet were bare.
Her toes played with the warm pee that she now stood in.
He laughed. It was a cruel laugh yet made her want to hear it more.
He stood before her and ripped the rest of her dress off. No panties spoiled the line of the dress. She stood before him, naked and helpless — and unaccountably aroused. He knelt before her, ignoring the pool on the floor. His hands on her ass squeezed hard, his fingers deep in her soft flesh broke the skin. Her cunt was pulled onto his face and he ate her like an animal feasting on its prey. Tongue, teeth and fingers took her without mercy. She peed more and he drank.
He stood and stepped back a pace. She trembled. Her body shook uncontrollably. Fear, lust and a longing to be used beat in her chest.
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Daddy Please Part 4
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Posted:Nov 28, 2016 9:04 am
Last Updated:May 6, 2017 4:59 pm 22235 Views
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The mini-fridge opens again. You watch as your Daddy crosses the room. His thick cock is hard and menacing. It swings to and fro as he walks. His plum-sized balls hang low capture by the thin sac that enveloped them. You imagine pulling the foreskin back and sucking on his big, purple tip. You can almost feel his musky scented balls in your mouth. You want to feel his warm shaft in all your holes. It takes your mind of the burning sensation in your hole—and the long metal cylinder he has in each hand.
The round tips of the cylinders are placed on your nipples. You flinch. They are so very very cold. The coldness takes your breath away. The cylinders are cold, but do not frost burn your skin as Daddy rubs across your nipples and around your areolae. The skin on your areolae wrinkles. You squirm and pull on your restraints as you feel the coldness in your tits and the heat from the root in your hole. Your nipples stand erect, almost frozen stiff. They throb painfully. You sigh, “Yes, Daddy” as I started to suck on your frozen nipples. I lick and suck as if they were a strawberry popsicle. As I suck, the cylinders play over your belly. It trembles with the cold.
The bed creaks as Daddy shifts his position. You feel his tongue licking your cunt. “Oh, yes Daddy” you whisper hoping that he will worship your clit and let you come. “You taste good” he says and you are so pleased that Daddy compliments you. You feel metal on your cunt lips. It’s not the metal cylinder. A stabbing pain makes you cry out. Daddy screws the clamps until you feel pain. You feel your cunt being spread wide and held open by the clamps.
You hear the sound of metal unscrewing. Then you feel cold water pouring over and into your exposed, open cunt. You cry out. Daddy lifts a large jug of iced water from the bedside table. He slowly pours the water over your tits, belly and floods your cunt. He pushed ice chips into your cunt. Deep into your cunt. It’s as if you’ve had a brain-freeze, but in your cunt. You thrash even more against the restraints, moaning “No, no, no.”
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Daddy Please Part 3
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Posted:Nov 9, 2016 9:14 am
Last Updated:Jul 11, 2017 9:51 am 22699 Views
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She squirms as Daddy kisses and licks her belly. His tongue in her naval makes her squeal and she pulls against the restraints. Her body tenses as she knows where Daddy’s tongue is going. She feels it on her waxed pussy mound. She tries to pull her thighs together but they are held firmly apart. The tongue licks along her cunt crack, thumbs wedge her cunt open exposing her inner lips and her pink pearl clit. She feels her lips engorged. She feels him lick, suck and bite them. His tongue is relentless on her clit flicking over it—up and down, and side to side. Now two fingers are deep in her sopping wet cunt. They thrust deep inside her rubbing ribbed inner walls, searching for her hot spots. She thrashes against the restraints, trying to pull her cunt from his fingers, but only succeeds in grinding down harder on them. He slaps her cunt—hard, for her disobedience. She cries at the pain. “No, Daddy. Please no.” The pleading is for the pain and for the burning sensations that trickle across her body. She has never felt her body so sensitive before. She is afraid.
She watches as her Daddy pulls on black gloves. Her heart pumps faster and her breathing comes in short pants. He kneels beside her on the bed. His cock brushes against her side. Is he teasing her? It feels warm, hard and throbs. Thick veins stand out along the shaft. A drop of pre-cum glistens teasingly on Daddy’s peehole. She wants to trace the veins with her tongue and lick the pre-cum.
He grabs her tits in his hands and she cries out as he squeezes. The gloves are covered in hundreds of tiny needles—vampire gloves. He massages her body—tits, belly, cunt and thighs—as she whimpers, “No” and twists to avoid the abrading and pin-pricks. Her resistance is useless. Soon her body tingles, euphoric at the caresses that set millions of nerve endings firing. Her skin is pink, covered in thousands of tiny cuts and scrapes, each one unseen to the eye. She moans. She wants… needs so badly to come. The sensation in her body is intensely painful. She senses that Daddy had no intention of letting her come… yet.
She sighs with relief as the gloves are removes and set aside. The bed creaks as Daddy moves. She hears well-oiled pulleys and cogs. Startled, she feels her legs pulled upwards and slightly backwards. Her thighs are still wide apart. The breeze from the AC tells her that her cunt and ass are exposed. Daddy kisses and licks her ass-hole. She moans as he kisses around the crinkled rim of her tight brown-pink hole and then probes her dirty hole with his long tongue. “No Daddy. You can’t,” she whispers hoarsely and then tries to move her ass away. He smacks her full, round ass cheeks—hard enough to leave red handprints. A thick finger is inserted in her cunt, you feel your hole smeared with cunt-milk. The finger pushes against your sphincter and refuses to be stopped. You moan, “Oh God, Oh God Daddy.” You’ve never had anything in your hole. The in and out movement of Daddy’s finger feels dirty, but good.
The bed shifts again. You hear the door of the mini-fridge open and the rustle of plastic. You watch as Daddy positions himself between your legs. More cunt-cream is spread over your hole. In the mirror you see a long, thick finger in Daddy’s hand. It’s dark brown at one end and pale cream at the other. Sweat trickles from your armpits. You tense, uncertain and afraid of what is to follow. The finger is pushed into your hole. It feels slippery and eases inside without little resistance. Daddy stands beside the bed, “I’m going to wash my hands.” You hear the water run in the bathroom. As you listen, you feel your hole become increasingly warm. You squeeze your ass cheeks hoping to eject the finger. You only succeed in releasing more juices. Your hole burns. You scream.
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Daddy Please Part 2
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Posted:Nov 8, 2016 8:54 am
Last Updated:May 10, 2024 11:8 am 21714 Views
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She walked into Daddy’s bedroom. It was large and bright. It smelled of man—musky, smoky and with a sprinkling of stale sweat. The male pheromones set her senses on edge. “Lie on the bed,” his baritone voice ordered. The idea that she would object never entered her mind. A combination of fear, respect, love and a need to be a good girl for Daddy made her whisper, “Yes Daddy” and lie on the crisp, white sheets of the bed.
He admired her. Long, golden-red hair flared on the pillow. Big tits fell and rested on each side of her chest. He enjoyed the curve of her tits, the curve of her belly and the curve of her cunt mound as it met the division of her pink. The plump outer labia were smooth and flushed pink. Her thighs, closed at the moment, were firm and generous. Her feet were still covered in socks and black shoes. She was not overly tall and so had lots of space on the bed. She felt the intensity of his inspection and her skin rose up in goosebumps. For his part, it was obvious that she excited him. His cock bulged, hard and throbbing in his silk shorts. She reached out with a hand and stroked lightly over the material. “Please, Daddy” was all she said. He slipped out of his shirt and pants. They were both naked. Her eyes glistened as she looked on his cock.
Red, leather restraints were buckled on each wrist. Light chains looped through silver rings to a larger ring on the bed’s head posts. The padding felt comfortable as the chains were tightened and her arms spread-eagled. A matching red leather collar was slipped behind her neck and buckled. It had an O-ring at the front. Similar restraints were wrapped around her ankles. The chains that held her thighs firmly apart were connected to a pulley system. She wondered why. She examined herself, restrained, helpless, and exposed. It was then she realized that she was looking at a mirror almost the size of the bed. It sat on the 4-bed posts.
She felt her cunt warm and wet. The almond and honey smell of her cunt’s juices radiated, filling the room with her scent. She watched her Daddy savor the smell and smiled at his approval. His tongue caressed her tits. It was slightly rough like a cat’s tongue. She shivered as he licked across her deep pink nipples, licked and sucked her dark areolae bumps. His fingers kneaded her soft flesh. The insistent firm stroke made her moan. She wanted to finger her cunt, but couldn’t. Sharp teeth bit into her tits. She cried out at the pain in her nipples, but wanted more. He obliged. Then moved his attention to her belly.
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Daddy Please Part 1
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Posted:Nov 7, 2016 11:15 am
Last Updated:May 10, 2024 11:8 am 18043 Views
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The door opens and, for the first time, you stand before me. We’ve communicated extensively via texts and emails, and a few calls. You blink nervously, not knowing how I will look to you ‘in-person.’ “Hello Daddy.” You smile. I notice your full lips. You have used a dark shade of glossy lipstick. I imagine my cock rubbing your lips and smile. I inspect you. You’re wearing the schoolgirl outfit I requested—tight blouse, short-skirt, white sox and black, shiny shoes. Your nipples are erect and pushing against the white material of the blouse. You bite your lips as I inspect you. Slightly humiliated, your cheeks flame red. The color suits you.
“Come in.” You heave a sigh of relief and say, “Thank you, Daddy.” I take your elbow and guide you to the main room. I hand you a cold drink from a side table. I don’t ask what you like—I know this from our conversations. You sit down on the black leather couch, I point to. Your skirt rides up and I nod in approval of your white panties. With you on my left, I sit down. You’ve finished the drink and are more relaxed. I place one arm around you and cup your chin in the other hand. I lift up your face and kiss you. Your lips feel cold from the drink. I take command of your mouth with my lips and tongue. I suck, bite and plunge my tongue deep into your moist, succulent mouth. You resist at first, but I take you anyway. Soon your tongue and mine twist and coil around each other. Your hand slips inside my shirt. You play with my nipples. I moan in approval.
I quickly unbutton your blouse, releasing your ample tits. Your head back, you push the nipples into my mouth. I suck on your nipples—hard, and bite them—painfully. You flinch and cry out. I bite and suck harder. Firm fingers knead your soft tits. You gasp as you feel the fingertips dig into your flesh. You moan as I cover your tits in kisses and bites. My hand slides under your skirt and I feel your damp mound under the panties. I push your panties into your slit. You spread your legs and I push them in deeper. I can smell your cunt juices permeate the room. I remove your panties. They’re soaked in your juices. I rub the panties over your face, and then lick your face.
You feel a thick finger rub along your slit, and then plunge inside. Your cunt-honey flows as I finger-fuck your tight, wet cunt. Your slippery, round, pink clit is held between my finger and thumb and I squeeze and rub it. You moan. I slap your clit harder…faster. I feel your body tense. Just at the point of your orgasm, I stop. You growl in frustration. Your hand goes to your cunt. I slap it back, then take it and raise you from the couch. We walk to the stairwell. “Go ahead.” You walk in front of me, naked apart from your socks and shoes. I admire your ample arse and how it rolls from side to side as you climb the stairs. Your arse crack is very tempting, but that will come later.
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