Monday, April 20, 2020

Business on the Beach bySeptember_Wish©






Emily Parkes gazed at herself in the full length mirror. Her usually pale skin was now with a healthy bronzed glow and the extra sun she was soaking up seemed to have caused her thick dark curls to grow at an alarming rate. She pouted at herself and lifted her hair up off her neck. It was her last day in Magaluf before they had to fly back to rainy old Edinburgh where she was sure her tan would vanish at the first sight of grey skies.

"Right poser, you better be getting those tits out this time. I'm starting to get embarrassed for you," laughed Fi, "honestly it's like sunbathing with a nun."

Emily sighed. It was ok for Fi. Her small but perky breasts stayed in the same place regardless of whether she was wearing a bra or not. Emily's 32Fs on the other hand needed a little more support, hence the rather matronly Marks and Spencer's bikini she was currently sporting. The bottoms even came with extra support elastic for a tummy she didn't have. Is it possible to look frumpy in a bikini? She wondered.

Emily ran her hands across the cups of her top. The print was definitely cute but it did cover a lot of skin and next to Fi and her tiny string ensemble, she looked positively overdressed. Fi was right, she was pretty much the only person on the beach in a full bikini. Most girls seemed to sunbathe topless or even nude these days. Running around naked in groups without a care in the world. Though perhaps the cheap cocktail bar on the beach was partly to blame for their confidence.

"Ok maybe," she said finally, "YOLO and all that". Fi looked at her doubtfully. Emily popped her top up to her friend a quick flash to prove her wrong. Fi burst out laughing and flashed her back.

Fi, or Fiona as she was more commonly known, was her work colleague, who had swiftly made her way up the friendship ranks to earn her place as Emily's best friend. The pair worked at 4Front Technology, a top 500 software company based in London, with offices throughout the world including one in her home town of Edinburgh. Emily had joined the company at the start of the year in the Accounts Department. Fi on the other hand worked in HR, which was probably how the pair had managed to wrangle the same week off work together at the height of summer, allowing them to promptly book a cheeky wee break to the party resort of Magaluf.

At 25 they felt a little old for the full on booze cruise style party holiday that the resort usually offered, but they had both enjoyed a routine of cocktails and sunbathing and the odd flirting at the hotel bar. The hotel itself was fairly basic, but it was in a great location with the beach practically on their doorstep. The owners also ran a small cocktail bar directly on the beach, so they could add their drinks into their hotel tab without them having to carry money around; a fact the girls took advantage of on a daily basis. Emily was sure her liver was also going to need a holiday by the time she got back home.

The girls packed light for their final day at the beach. Emily took just a towel and a book to read, both of which she popped into a giant beach bag they shared. Once ready, they headed out wearing just their bikinis and a pair of Gucci sunglasses.

It was still early in the day for most party goers when the girls arrived at the beach, so they found a couple of loungers easily. Fi immediately stripped off and ran into the sea for her daily skinny dip, squealing in delight as she splashed water on her naked body. Scandalised, Emily nervously took note of a group guys further along as they settled down with their bottles of beer to enjoy the show. Emily wished she had her confidence as she watched her friend's blonde bob disappear under the waves.

Emily set down the beach bag and wandered off to the bar returning with a large jug of Sangria for herself. It had been their holiday staple. When in Spain, she laughed to herself pouring a large drink. Fi eventually returned from her swim and plopped herself down on the lounger butt naked. Emily eyed her tiny brown body enviously and knocked back another sangria.

Sensing her gaze, Fi turned to her, "Well come on then! Your turn, get them out!" Emily blushed. She knew she'd promised but she still felt nervous. "Honestly no one cares," Fi gestured at the now crowded beach. Emily looked around at the sea of bronzed bodies. Tits everywhere indeed. "Ok, ok, ok" she sighed. Perhaps the Sangria was working it's magic, but she was feeling a little braver now. She took a deep breath and slowly unclipped her bikini top, letting it drop to her lap. She paused, waiting for some kind of reaction but as promised, no one batted an eye. Fi applauded her mockingly. "Woo, finally!"

Emily felt instantly more comfortable and with a wave of bravado that shocked even herself, she wiggled out of her bikini bottoms too. Might as well go the whole hog she thought as Fi's eyes widened in disbelief. She flipped her friend the finger before she could tease her anymore and they both giggled. The sun seemed to beat down harder in approval too. Emily soon felt so warm and relaxed she couldn't imagine putting her clothes back on. She stuffed the bikini into the beach bag and lay back down. "Another Sangria sweetheart" offered Fi? They clinked their plastic tumblers and knocked back their drinks before draining out the rest of the jug.

Emily sank back into her lounger listening to the chilled out club classics being pumped out from the beach bar. This was life. She wasn't sure if it was the heat or the booze but her eyes soon felt heavy, and it wasn't long before Emily drifted off to sleep. She dreamt she was dancing naked in some sort of nightclub and everyone was clapping and chanting her name. She'd never felt more free.

An hour or so passed and a nudge took her briefly out of her fantasy, "God Em, this heat is too much today and that Sangria has given me a bit of a headache. I'm gonna head back to the hotel for a bit. Is that ok with you?"

Emily was much too comfortable to move. Desperate to get back to her dream she waved Fi on, "Mmm sure thing" she murmured and then she was back to sleep. Dancing, dancing, dancing as the crowd roared her name.

.....

"Emily!" she heard a man's voice call out. Was she still dreaming? The voice sounded familiar somehow. "Emily!" The voice persisted, "Emily Parkes?" The voice was getting closer, she lifted off her sunglasses. "Yes I thought it was you, what a coincidence!"

As her eyes focused on the man standing in front of her, Emily suddenly felt like she was falling from a great height. Oh my fucking God. It was Eric Anderson, the company CEO. His thick salt and pepper hair glinting in the sun and a five o'clock shadow he usually only sported on Friday night soirées. He was accompanied by another man Emily didn't recognize. Taller and younger than Eric by about a decade she guessed. "Emily Parkes, meet Tony Baxter. He's going to be our new Director of Sales. I thought I'd whisk him away on a bit of a boys holiday before I subject him to the rest of the office. Isn't that right?" The younger man grinned and leaned over her extending a hand to shake before she got a chance to compose herself. Director? He didn't look that much older than her! Emily scanned his six pack and blushed as her eyes were instantly drawn to a hint of blonde hair that extended towards the waistband of his very low cut shorts.

Eric continued on as if meeting one his employees completely naked was one of the most normal things in the world. "Emily joined us as a Junior Admin in Accounts just at the start of the year but she's been making waves," he paused for effect, drinking in her body and letting his eyes rest on her neatly shaved vulva, "I mean I've certainly had my eye on her for a while now."

Feeling incredibly exposed, Emily felt around for the beach bag so he could put her bikini back on, but to her horror it was gone. Of course. Fi must have taken it with her! She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. What was she going to do? Both men were now openly staring at her tits. She blushed furiously and felt her nipples harden in response. Eric seemed to notice and flashed her his famous Hollywood smile. Though she estimated he was in his mid to late 40s, Eric was still a bit of a heartthrob around the office.

Eric sat down in Fi's lounger next to her while Tony wandered off in search of another. "Enjoying your time off?" He asked, looking her up and down. He licked his lips, clearly enjoying the view. "You know I really admire a woman with your confidence," he continued, "my wife would never sunbathe topless let alone nude".

"Um..." Emily shifted in her lounger, still painfully aware of her own nakedness. She crossed her legs and moved to cover her breasts with her hands but Eric suddenly looked disappointed, "No please, don't feel embarrassed, we're all on holiday here. Besides, you should be proud of that body." She smiled uneasily then finally released her breasts again. Satisfied, Eric stretched himself out on the lounger, closing his eyes to soak up the last of the afternoon's rays.

Tony had now returned with his own lounger and was setting it up on her other side. He produced another jug of Sangria from the bar. "Would you like one," he offered? She nodded sheepishly, she'd never needed a drink more in her life. "So you work in Accounts?" Tony enquired. "I thought that was just for boring old men? You don't fancy a move to Sales do you?". Actually she did. Sales Executives always seemed so glamorous. Out wining and dining with rich customers. She nodded again struggling to find her voice. "Well then, let's hear your ideas. What do you think you could bring to the role?" Was she really going to interview for a new position lying down naked? Apparently so.

Emily proceeded to detail some concepts around profit margins she'd been working on as Tony smiled at her encouragingly. She felt oddly powerful, her confidence growing, as she lay there exposed while the two men hung on her every word.

The alcohol however was beginning to loosen their tongues and eventually the conversation moved away from office politics and the three started to joke around. "I'm sorry if this is a little forward, but it's been on my mind since we saw you," Eric leaned in and dropped his voice to a whisper, "but are they real?" Emily was a little slow on the uptake after her afternoon of cheap booze. "Is what real?" She asked innocently. "Those!" he nodded at her breasts. She looked down at her boobs, her nipples reddening with the heat of the sun. "Uh yeah." "Fuuuck!" said Tony. She turned to face him. "They're fucking magnificent then". She wasn't quite sure what to say next so she gave them a wiggle and the two men cheered.

Eric suddenly reached forward, "May I?" His hand lingered just inches away. She wasn't sure if it was the sun, the sea or the Sangria that had bolstered her confidence but she nodded her approval. He leaned across to give her left breast a gentle squeeze then slowly traced her nipple with his fingers. She could feel her heart racing as she held his gaze. "Do I get a turn?" She turned to see Tony on her right tentatively leaning towards her too. She smiled at him and lifted her hands behind her head giving both men access to play with her breasts. Closing her eyes she could feel Tony caress her right breast then firmly rubbing his thumb over her hardened nipple.

A groan escaped her lips and Eric pulled away suddenly with Tony following suit. She opened her eyes remembering where she was. Glancing nervously behind her she spotted a group of girls reading their beach thrillers. She studied their faces for a minute. Had they heard her?

"Uh, perhaps we should take this somewhere a little more secluded?" Suggested Eric. "I think there's a little cove further along," agreed Tony pointing down the beach. "I spotted it earlier. It's a bit shaded so there shouldn't be any sunbathers." The two men eagerly packed up their loungers and Emily couldn't help but notice the huge bulge in Tony's swim shorts. He caught her looking and smiled. "C'mon, let's go missy." He said, offering his hand to help her up.

....

She strolled along the beach holding Tony's hand wearing only her Gucci sunglasses. Eric walked a little behind them and she could feel his eyes fixating on her bottom with every step. What was she doing? This was so unlike her. She looked across the beach at the remaining bathers most of which were now starting the pack up for the day. A few looked in their direction as they passed. Did they know what she was going to do?

The walk wasn't far but she felt positively breathless when they arrived at the cove. Tony was right. There was no one around, though they were only a metres away from the main beach. It wouldn't take much for someone to stumble upon them or hear what they might be up to. Emily felt her pussy tighten with excitement at the thought.

Wasting no time, Eric reached up behind her, scooping up her breasts and softy kissing her neck and shoulders. His hands slid down her body, caressing hips then her bottom. He reached one hand around to play with her pussy while the other squeezed firmly at her ass. His fingers exploring her roughly but then soon finding their way deep inside her. God, she was soaking.

Leaning into him she could feel his erection eagerly prodding at her back. She tilted forwards slightly and he hurriedly pushed inside her. She gasped and grabbed hold of his thigh. Wrapping one arm around her shoulders to support her, he began to thrust. His hips slamming against her butt sent jolts of pleasure through her body while his other hand expertly worked her clit. She could feel her breasts bounce wildly but she needed to hold onto Eric for balance so she left them to jiggle freely. The sensation aroused her even more. "Fuck me Emily! You're fucking so wet!"

She opened her eyes to see Tony leaning against a rock with an intense look on his face, his impressive cock in his hands as he watched Eric pound her, waiting his turn. Their eyes met and she felt a wave of humiliation or was it lust? Either way the thought of him watching her, seeing her like this, sent her over the edge. Her body began to spasm, "Oh fuck, oh yes". Maintaining eye contact with Tony, as she gave in to her orgasm, biting her lip as she tried to stop herself from making too much noise.

Eric pulled her arms behind her back, fucking her harder until he was finished himself. He pulled out and deposited his hot load across her ass cheeks, giving them a quick slap for good measure. He then slouched in a heap at her feet.

Emily had barely a chance to catch her own breath when Tony was upon her. Groping her breasts with both hands, he kissed her deeply on the mouth. He tasted like salt and sangria. He lifted her up off her feet and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. Which was just as well as she wasn't sure she could still stand on her own and the beach here was too pebbly to lie down.

Her pussy was still pulsing pleasurably as he plunged his cock inside her with ease. He bounced her up and down as she clung to his shoulders. She could feel his hands grip uncomfortably tight on her ass but the pain only excited her more. She bit into his neck and she heard him moan, "Oh Emily, I think I'm going to come". He tipped her backwards so he could get a good look at her then buried his face in her tits, sucking and biting at her nipples as she felt his hot cum spurt inside her.

Tony put her back down on her feet then dropped to his knees, but he wasn't done yet. Grabbing her ass he pulled her into him and began licking at her pussy, sucking hard on her clit. She obligingly spread her legs wider and tightened her fingers round his light brown curls pulling his face in deeper. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back. His tongue flicking back and forwards. In the distance she could hear cheering. Was she fantasising again? But she could only think of Tony's tongue, now firmly circling her clit. "Oh, oh, ohhh." She came harder than before, her knees buckling as she dropped to the ground to join him.

Opening her eyes she spotted the local booze cruise going past in the distance. Scores of young men and bikini clad girls waved at them as they headed home for a night of even more drinking. Shit. "Do, do you think they saw us?" She stammered. "Yep," laughed Eric, "but don't worry, I think they were far enough away for us to be unrecognisable. Plus most of them would be wasted." And here Emily thought the most adventurous thing she'd do today was take her top of.

They lay in silence for a while longer, enjoying the last of the sun. "We should probably head back," said Eric finally. Emily, remembering her clothing predicament, scrambled to search for her beach towel only to find it floating in the sea. "Shit! Do either of you have a phone I could use?" The two men shook their heads.

She explained her missing bikini as Tony and Eric snorted with laughter. "Well it was maybe just as well for us," smiled Eric with a twinkle in his eye. "C'mon, we'll walk you back. It isn't far and besides, I'm pretty sure in Magaluf, they've seen it all". Well apparently they've seen all of Emily today.

Fine, she thought. She strolled naked between the two men back to the hotel, each of them giving her bottom a cheeky squeeze every now and then. They only raised a few eyebrows as they passed the reception desk. "Missing bikini!" Yelled Tony as if to explain as Emily giggled. "Well thanks for a great time Emily. I hope we'll see you back safe and sound on Monday," said Eric, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

She looked at Tony, his face now a deep red from the sun. Or was it from the pounding he just gave her? "I'll set up a meeting for us once we're all caught up and we can have another chat about that Sales Executive position" he said rather formally, then leaning in he added with a grin "or maybe we could just meet up for a repeat of this afternoon?" He gave her breast one last stroke, tweaking her nipple lightly. Emily bit her lip. "I'd like that, not quite sure which question she was answering.

And then they were gone.

....

Arriving back at her hotel room she found Fi fast asleep on her bed, still in her string bikini from earlier. Emily spied the beach bag on the floor and giggled, imagining how different the day could have turned out. Leaving Fi to her sleep she jumped in the shower.

Catching herself in the mirror with soap dripping between her breasts she paused for a second. Yeah they were too good to hide in that stupid bikini. Caressing herself she began to think back to her fun on the beach. Eric with that smile and Tony with that six pack, and that cock, god, Tony! Apparently still horny as hell she rubbed at her clit and nipples, watching herself in the mirror as she gripped onto the sink for support. She closed her eyes imagined herself dancing naked for not just Tony and Eric, but the whole fucking board of directors, until she gave herself her third orgasm that day. "Oh fuck, oh Tony."

By the time she was done Fi was finally awake. "Ugh I can't believe we've got to go back to work soon".

Emily smiled and flopped onto the bed, now fully spent. "Yeah," she agreed, grinning into her pillow. And she couldn't wait.
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Wednesday, January 29, 2020

Dyked in Prison Pt. 01 byLadyDaisy©







Hello readers!

Yes, I realize it has been a while since I've posted. I just haven't written anything I think that was suitable for LE. Maybe I'll change my mind about something else, but this story I quite liked. I like to write romantic stuff but this will be a bit different (and shorter). I hope you enjoy it anyway.

-LadyDaisy

***

This was a bad idea, thought Cami as she drove her boyfriend Seth to another robbery. It may have been, but this was just another poor choice when she had made tons of them over the years. Her childhood was not great, but it could have been managed if she hadn't fallen in with people like Seth. He wasn't the first criminal she dated but he was definitely the one with the most offenses.

Cami saw Seth running out of the electronics store with everything he'd managed to grab.

"Go, quick! The cops are already coming." he yelled at her, getting in on the other side.

"Alright!" She stepped on the gas to accommodate his request. Getting on the road, she could already hear the cop cars behind them. Seth fired his gun back at them.

Eventually, more cars came back the other way and Cami was trapped. She had to stop the car.

"Step out of the car, please." Cami did and put her hands behind her. She tried not to look at Seth.

When she was with Seth, Cami had been helping him with a lot of his illegal endeavors. She hadn't quite realized how many until she found out how many till a judge read them all out. She was sentenced to 30 months in women's prison.

Cami wasn't sure what to expect. She was driven to the prison far out into the desert. There were some female guards, but the staff was mostly male. She was forced to strip and shower in front of them, which she felt self-conscious about. Cami was oddly relieved when a female worker felt around in her pussy.

The first day was the hardest, indeed, but this was Cami's first time in prison and she would feel uneasy for days to some. She could feel an air of depression permeating the interior. Cami tried not to let that bother her. She was a bad, tough girl, and she would be able to keep that up in prison.

On the other hand, Cami had some feelings that she tried to ignore. She found the showers to be her favorite place. She also thought about the other women a lot. Her dreams were only about prison now. Some of her dreams and thoughts were sexual in nature. And again, she even liked the lady guards, perhaps even more than the male ones. Cami didn't really talk to anyone. Most of Seth's friends were male and she didn't talk to anyone at first. Some of the others seemed like friends, under the circumstances.

But she wasn't a lesbian, anyway. She had never done anything with a girl, at least not while under the influence of anything. But still though, she was getting somewhat bored.

One day, she was in the prison library, looking at books. A blonde, stringy haired woman came up next to her.

"Hey, baby. You're new right?" she said with a slight lisp.

"Don't call me baby, please." Cami said, taking a book out.

"I'm Sandy. I got five years for being a scam artist. Oh, I was the Da Vinci of scams but someone told on me."

"Oh, I'm sorry that happened to you."

"Let me guess. You were a sweet girl who fell in with a bad guy. But in here you're a bad girl, who could can take her own."

Cami sighed. "Do you want something, or..."

"Perhaps." Sandy said, coming closer. "How have you been getting along with the others?"

"Alright."

"Had any 'fun' in prison?" she asked.

"I don't think prison is fun."

"Oh, it can be. If you meet the right people." At that point, Sandy kissed Cami right on the lips. Cami kissed back.

"On second thought, perhaps I can have some fun here." Cami said, taking herself out of the kiss.

Sandy laughed. "Yeah, great."

She pulled down Cami's pants and her panties. and started kissing her thighs. Cami backed up against the bookshelf. Sandy then started kissing her lady parts, her lips making contact with Cami's unshaved pussy lips. Sandy's pink tongue came out, at first going a little bit outside, but then coming in for the pleasure. Cami certainly felt pleasure, her boyfriend never did this for her. Seth just wanted her to stick things up her vagina that weren't toys.

Sandy, on the other hand had now moved on sticking fingers in Cami's spread pussy. It turned out Cami had a lot of pleasure spots that Sandy was happy to have fun with. With each one, Cami closed her eyes and moaned. Sandy smiled. She was getting a lot of special enjoyment out of this too. She started jamming multiple fingers in to maximize the fun. As she did so, they heard someone behind them.

"Your time is up. Back to your cells." The guard came in, not saying anything about the sex. It probably was commonplace, then. The inmates quickly calmed down and left.

When the lights went out Cami reached her hands down her pants and played with her pussy. For the first time in a while, she felt happiness. Perhaps prison wouldn't be so bad after all. Her mind then went to what would happen when she was released...
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Monday, December 2, 2019

30 Minutes byPaulBeenisPatrol©

Alice took off her circular glasses and rubbed her temple. "Jesus fucking Christ." Calvin was destroying her in Mario Kart.

"C'mon," Calvin said with a grin, hand outstretched. Alice sighed, and reached down to her back left pocket to pull out her wallet. Her hand stopped. She asked "Double or nothing?"

She already owed him $40, but she knew the next map was Wario Mountain - and she NEVER loses on Wario Mountain.

"Deal." They started the next match. Calvin drove straight off the road, and hit three bananas in a row. He grumbled, "This game's broken." Alice grinned as she pulled ahead into first. Calvin sat up in his chair, he wasn't about to lose $80, especially not to Princess Peach. He drove through the next item box, grabbing a blue shell.

"How's it feel like to finally be in first place?" "Oh it just feels great." "Are you sure about that?"

Alice winced as she saw what was coming. The blue shell nuked Peach, and she watched as Toad zoomed past her to the finish line.

"You asshole!" she groaned. "Hell yeah baby! Fork it over!"

Alice rolled her eyes and reached for her wallet. But it wasn't in her left pocket. She checked her right pocket - it wasn't there either. She remembered that earlier when her wallet couldn't fit in her tight, high-wasted shorts, she put it on her bed, where it was probably now still sitting. She forgot to grab it before she left for Calvin's.

"Um... Calvin?" "Yeah?" "I don't have my wallet with me." He looked at her. "Really Alice? Last night, and now this?"

Alice remembered that she still owed Calvin money for the match the night before. "Yeah... Really..."

Calvin stood and paced the room. She stuttered, "I can get it to you tomorrow night?" "Nope, you said that the night before, and the night before." Alice winced as she remembered that she still hadn't paid Calvin two nights ago either. Some quick mental math revealed that she owed him around $200.

She really sucked at Mario Kart, but no way in hell was she going to admit it.

"If you're not gonna pay me with money, we're gonna need to work something else out," Calvin declared.

The room fell silent.

"15 minutes," she whispered.

"What?"

"For 15 minutes you can do whatever you want to me, and my body." She muttered, avoiding eye contact.

Calvin froze. This was his chance. He put his fingers to his chin, and pretended to be deep in thought. "You owe me $200 dollars. You think 15 minutes will make up for that?"

She blushed. She awkwardly played with her fingers, and rocked back and forth on her heels. "F-f-fine. 30 minutes."

Calvin thought some more. He walked up to her. She was a full head shorter than him. "Sure. I'll settle your debt, on one condition." "What?"

"No safety word."

Alice turned bright red. She played with her hair nervously. She trusted Calvin, they had been dating for about four months now and he'd always been nothing but courteous to her. He respected her bounds and she did his. But those boundaries were about to disappear, for 30 minutes.

She gulped. "Deal."

Calvin scooped her up and ran to the bedroom. She squealed in aroused fear. She glanced at a clock as he ran past: it read 9:47. *I just have to last until 10:17,* Alice thought to herself.

He kicked the door shut and dropped her on the bed. "All fours," he barked. Nervously, she got onto her hands and knees. Doggy style was pretty normal for them, what would be different this time?

He pulled down her shorts, and struggled to get the waistband down her wide hips. She was wearing a simple pair of beige panties. He scoffed. "Really? This is what you present me?"

Alice blushed, he'd never complained about her underwear before. "S-sorry Calvin?" A hand clapped her left butt cheek. "That's Master to you." "S-sorry Master..."

He walked away from her, and pulled out a box from the bottom of his closet. She turned her neck around to watch him rummage through the box, but then a pair of lingerie hit her in the face.

"Put it on. Now. We're going to re-do this." "Yes Master."

She stood up awkwardly, scooping up the underwear from the bed. She took off her oversize t-shirt, and her beige bra. She looked downward, but she felt his gaze on her bare skin.

She picked up a piece of black lace and identified it as a black thong. She gulped, and slid the butt floss up her thighs. She picked up the matching bra, and put it on. She was surprised to feel pressure underneath her breasts, and realized it was a push-up. It squeezed her chest, it was just a little too small for her D-cups. She realized there were one accessory left, a studded, leather collar. She clipped it around her neck.

Alice looked up, embarrassed and anxious to see if Calvin approved. She heard a camera shutter, and realized Calvin had just snapped a photo with his iPhone.

"Calvin, you asshole!" He stepped forward, looming over her. "What did you just call me?" She flinched at his words. "Back on the bed."

"Yes m-master." She shakily got back onto her hands and knees on the bed. Alice couldn't see what Calvin was doing, but she felt his presence move back and forth behind her. She heard him fidget with some container, the pop of a lid opening, and the sound of viscous liquid. After what seemed like an eternity, she felt his hips press against her cheeks. She shuddered at the touch.

His hands groped her cheeks, massaging and roughly playing with her peaches. She felt his toadstool trace the edges of her vagina, rubbing up and around her inner thighs.

Then suddenly, she felt something slip past her thong into her asshole. "Mnnghhghh~!" she muffled her gasp. Calvin calmly moved his thumb around the inside of her butt. Alice never let him do anal, and he totally understood why. But today, now, this was his chance to enter the forbidden lands.

"You okay?" Calvin whispered. Alice felt his breath on her neck. She nodded. She felt comforted to know that even in a no holds barred zone, he still worried about her.

"Alright. Here we go." He withdrew his thumb, and Alice braced for his dick. She felt him push his way inside. It hurt like hell, even with all the lube.

Calvin paused, watching her response. She seemed okay, so he inserted another inch. "MMMMnnnmnmMMNmmnnnn!" She grabbed the bed sheets and tried to tilt herself to an easier angle. There was none.

Calvin pushed in deeper, feeling her tight ass contract and quiver around his dick. Alice's vagina was already tight, but this was on a whole different level. Every centimeter of his girth was wrapped in her fleshy interior.

He looked down and saw that he was about halfway inside. Alice was struggling to stay still, and was squirming around, trying to lessen the pain. He grabbed her by the hips, and heaved her down the full way.

Alice grunted, and muttered, "Jesus fucking chrIST!" her voice pitching higher as she felt him fully enter her. She panted, taking deep breaths as her ass tried to comprehend the foreign object blocking passage. Her clit quivered uncontrollably.

He slowly withdrew from her sphincter, and then suddenly slammed his way back inside. Alice howled in pain.

Calvin slapped her ass again. "Did I say you could speak?"

Alice took deep breaths. "No sir."

"Then don't."

"Yes sir."

Calvin began to slide his cock in and out of her ass. Alice grimaced as she felt it piston up and down inside her. The pain was starting to lessen, the lubricant was really helping.

He grunted, and reached their normal fucking speed. Alice groaned as she felt her ass ravaged by his dick. Calvin, feeling emboldened from his power, began to thrust faster and faster.

Alice's whimpers became louder. At the higher speeds her ass wasn't sticking to the dick, and was instead gliding on the lube. After all, static friction is less than kinetic friction. (There's your physics lesson for the day)

Alice's hair bounced in a wave with each pump of his dick. She began to push back against him, hoping that it would be over. She definitely wasn't enjoying herself... Was she?

It was a totally different sensation than PIV sex, but all things considered it wasn't that bad. It was a little painful and rough, but that was kind of kinky. She bit her lip. She could see herself doing this again, she would just have to willpower through the initial pain again.

Calvin pulled out his dick from her quivering rectum. Alice held her breath, wondering what was next. He tightened his grip on her hips, and slammed back into her ass, and pumped ropes of semen into her ass. Alice moaned, as she felt his cock convulse inside of her, and felt the warm cum fill her up. He hadn't cum this much before, ever.

Panting, he slowly withdrew his cock. Both of them took a moment to get their breath back. He pulled her by her hips off the bed. She stood up, looking at him. He grabbed her chin and pushed his lips against hers. Alice, who was already on the edge, orgasmed as Calvin kissed her and bit her lip. She shivered with pleasure from the kiss. Her asshole ached at the empty space left by his dick.

Breaking the kiss, Calvin pushed down on her shoulders. Alice knew this universal signal for "suck my dick" and dropped to her knees. She stared at the cock that had been in her ass seconds prior. She looked uneasy at the thought of sucking a dick that had been inside her butt, and Calvin knew that.

"Is my cock not clean enough for you?" Alice looked uneasy. She started to shake her head no, but then turned it into a shrug. Calvin frowned and sat down on the bed. "You have one minute. Clean my cock."

Alice hesitated, then leaped to her feet and ran to the kitchen. Calvin tapped his foot impatiently awaiting her return. She returned 20 seconds later, dropping to her knees, out of breath, holding a bucket of water and a sponge. Alice dunked the sponge in the bucket and squeezed it over his cock. Warm, soapy water spilled over his cock into the bucket. She rubbed the sponge up and down the length of his dick, cleaning it as fast as she could. Calvin sighed and checked his timer. Alice rubbed it with her hands, using friction to clean it. She splashed some more water to wash off the soap, and the timer rang.

"Time." Calvin stood over Alice. He handed her a hair tie, which she immediately used to put her hair into a high ponytail. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her face closer to his cock. She scooted on her knees closer to him.

"Do the balls first." Alice immediately began sucking on his balls, licking them like their sweat was a delicacy. She licked them one at a time, kissing and loving them with her mouth.

Calvin placed his hand on her head, grabbing her by the ponytail. Without warning he slammed his dick down her throat. Her hands shot up to his hips. Her throat didn't fully open, and she was sputtering and coughing as he pulled her mouth off his dick.

Alice had never deepthroated Calvin before, but she was about to learn.

Calvin lined her back up with his dick. "Put your hands behind your back. If I see them again you're getting cuffed." Alice's eyes widened. She nodded yes.

Calvin thrusted his dick down her mouth again. She got farther this time, but still didn't truly deepthroat him. Calvin held her in place for a few seconds. Her hands nervously moved up, wanting to push off his dick but worried about his response. Eventually, Alice ran out of breath and put her hands on his pelvis.

Calvin pulled her off his cock, leaving a thick line of slobber down her chest. He turned around and grabbed a pair of handcuffs. Alice put her hands behind her back, and let herself get cuffed.

"This time, all the way. No matter what." Alice nodded.

Calvin let Alice take a deep breath, then plunged her down onto his cock. Her throat and eyes bulged as his cock made the turn down her throat. Calvin groaned in pleasure, it was a totally different experience. Not as tight as her asshole, but softer. He held her down for a couple more seconds, then pulled her off.

Alice deepthroated Calvin a couple more times and he approached climax. He pulled her off his dick and had her do some more licking, then some more deepthroating. Alice stopped resisting, and much like anal found the experience much more pleasurable. She climaxed a couple times while deepthroating, just from the submissive nature of it.

Eventually his stamina ran out. He tugged her by the hair off his dick, then pushed her down as far as possible. Alice caught on, and with full cock in mouth started to lick his balls. Calvin lost it, and began to cum. Spurt after spurt of thick cum shot down her mouth. Alice had never swallowed semen before, but this time she didn't even think twice. She gulped it down as he directly fired it into her throat. Each shot was immediately gulped down by her.

Gasping, Calvin pulled his cock out of her mouth. A trail of cum followed the tip of his dick from her mouth. Alice, without instruction, licked the cum off her lips and drank the globule dribbling down his dick. She gave it one last kiss on the head, then looked up and smiled.

"Holy fuck you're good at this," Calvin said, speechless. She shrugged and tilted her head. "Makes up for how awful I am at Mario Kart."

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Epilogue:

30 minutes of control became a frequent bet in future escapades. Sometimes Alice would purposefully lose so she could be conquered again.

Eventually, they stopped pretending and incorporated more domination into the bedroom. Anal and deepthroat became ritual in their usual sex. Alice realized that these sex acts weren't done by insane professionals, and that there is true pleasure in giving.

Alice never got any better at Mario Kart.
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Monday, November 11, 2019

Closing the Deal byhydrangealawrence©









The conference room is crammed with people laughing and drinking champagne from stiff plastic cups. Sade is playing on an ancient boom box, and there's a sad cheese tray in the middle of the table. It's the first relaxed moment we've had in eight months. Mr. Williams clears his throat and a hush falls.

"I promise I'll keep this brief," he says in his rich baritone. "I just wanted to thank the entire team for all your hard work and dedication. And I especially want to thank Brooks Larson for taking the initiative to draft the settlement that took us over the finish line. Saved us months, at least. But enough from me. Enjoy the party!"

The room bursts into a round of applause, and Brooks basks in their adulation. I nearly have an aneurysm. That settlement had my name on it when I turned it in. He didn't have a goddamn thing to do with it.

I walk toward the exit and seize Brooks by the arm. He tries to break my hold but I pull him with me into the first empty office we see.

"What the fuck, Aislinn?" He adjusts his jacket in an indignant huff. "Don't yank me around like a child. You're not that old."

I slam the door so hard the windows shake. Brooks looks rattled. I jab my finger in his face.

"Why did Mr. Williams say you wrote the final settlement?"

"I don't know, he must have made a mistake. That's not my fault."

"Why didn't you correct him?"

"I thought it would be rude."

"Are you ever going to correct that totally innocent error?"

"Yeah, sure."

"When?"

"I don't know. Eventually. When the timing's right."

"Not good enough, asshole."

"Hey. Relax. You shouldn't get so emotional. It clouds your judgment."

"Tell the truth. Did you put your name on my work?"

"How could you even ask me that?"

"You were in his office after me. By yourself."

"So what?"

"That's not a denial."

"I don't owe you an explanation. How's that?"

"I'm just asking."

"And I'm just saying, fuck you. Fuck you, you fucking control freak."

"Nice. Real nice. Here I was thinking we could have a civilized conversation. My mistake. I forgot that you're a horrible person with no redeeming qualities."

Brooks kisses me out of nowhere. I shove him off with all my strength.

"What the hell was that?"

"You're not feeling it? Those sparks flying between us? We were having a moment."

"I don't even know what to say. Am I trapped in some kind of horrible fever dream? Is this hell?"

"So you are feeling it."

"I definitely am not."

"Alright, whatever you say. For what it's worth, I think we have a spirited repartee that bodes well for future sexual relations."

"Enough. Did you put your name on my work? Yes or no?"

"God, you are such a bore."

I tackle Brooks onto the couch and climb on top of him. Despite all the boasting, he's surprised. I stick my tongue down his throat to shut him up. He's a shockingly good kisser.

Brooks wraps me in his arms and rubs my back with both hands. I unbutton his pants and wriggle my arm inside. His pubic hair tickles my wrist. I grab his balls and squeeze. He sits up with a start.

"Are you crazy? What are you doing?"

"Tell him. Mr. Williams. As soon as we leave this room. You are not taking credit for my work. Not this time. And not ever again."

"I'm sorry. Let's talk about it."

"No. There's nothing to talk about. All I want is for you to say, 'Yes, Aislinn.'"

"Yes, Aislinn."

I move my hand to his shaft and work him until he's hard. He closes his eyes. He parts his lips. I get rid of my underwear, mount his cock, and ride him hard. He tries to kiss me. I push his face down into the cushion and hold it there.

"Ugh, you are such a bitch," he says as he slaps my hands away.

I lean down but stay just out of reach. I cover his mouth with my hand.

"This isn't about you, pretty boy."

Brooks flips me onto my stomach, bends me over the arm of the couch, and pins my arms behind my back. We're both on our knees. He spits on his hand and rubs my pussy. I shiver.

"You know what? I think it is about me. I think you've wanted to fuck me ever since you got here and you're mad that you can't have me."

"Not everyone's in love with you, douchebag. I'm not one of your delusional fangirls."

He holds onto my hips. His fingertips press into my skin.

"This isn't what you want?"

He plunges his thick cock deep inside me. I clutch my chest and let out a deep moan. I hate myself for enjoying it.

"That's what I thought."

"Dipshit. Forget the monologue, I don't have all night."

Brooks fucks me hard and angry, and I pull him to me by his tie. He's breathing hard. Sweat drips from his hair. The room reeks of sex. I know the smell is seeping into our clothes.

I reach underneath me and masturbate until I climax. I yell at Brooks to pull out but of course he cums inside me.

Brooks' dick is still hanging out, tired and soft. I take a picture with my phone. He panics.

"What are you doing? Why did you do that? You seriously just took a photo? Right now?"

"Insurance, mon frère. Now you can't back out. Once you tell Mr. Williams the truth, I'll delete every copy. I swear."

"How do I know you won't just keep blackmailing me?"

"Unlike some people in this room, I'm not a lying scumbag. You have my word."

Brooks zips up his pants and does a very dramatic slow clap. He really is the worst.

"Well played, Ă“ Loingsigh. Alright. I'll do it. And I'll be generous to you when I'm retelling this story."

"I swear to God, I will throw your computer out the window. Don't test me." I notice a wet spot on the back of my skirt. "Oh, come on. How did you manage to both not pull out and stain my clothes? What's wrong with you?"

"As you now know, I am a very passionate and exuberant lover."

"No. Never say that again." I sigh. "Come on loverboy, time to confess."

"Lead the way. And before you ask, no, I will not be your boyfriend. But I will cherish this time that we have spent together."

"Goddamnit. Just walk."

"I knew you were into me."

*

Originally published in "Stories To Bang By, Vol. 47: Hate Sex"
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Wednesday, September 18, 2019

Take Off My High Heels byYuyu_Woods©








There's this new girl at work, they always get young people coming in, but in Ethan's line of work, they don't get women of her caliber at all. He always could find a woman outside of work, either in his private messages or after a night out in town. With deep, baby blue eyes like the darkest parts of the oceans, auburn hair clicked back and tapered at the sides, and a well kept beard, there was no shortage of women falling over themselves for him; but he had a type. A certain type he didn't like to deviate from.
Black girls.

There was something about them. Most of his personal art was black women; sensual, heroic, gorgeous...he was not shy about showing his appreciation.

Diamond was right up his alley taste wise, with her glossy brown eyes perfectly paired with her shimmering sepia skin, a soft but pert nose nestled in the middle of her perfectly proportioned face framed by almost black curls running down her back, she was art living. A modern Birth of Venus that greeted everyone on her way down the aisles at the office. He'd seen her while people watching in his office through the opened door, he'd started doing that when she joined their studio.

Her aura was so infectious, happy, confident, eager to learn and do whatever is asked of her. Raising her hand to ask questions about the right way to go about something or if she didn't understand. She was the right amount of maturity and "still in university" youthfulness that was nothing short of tempting. He was quite a few years older than her twenty-two, he'd looked at her files, being the executive producer had a lot of perks. He'd even checked out her Instagram, a mix of art and pictures of herself, work, and music all melded together to form a coherent outlook on her.

"Diamond..." He let her name roll off his tongue while observing her work at the desk across from his office. She glanced up at the sound of her name, seeing his eyes directly on her, absentmindedly, but still attentive. Her hesitancy to get out of her chair with her eyes looking everywhere but at him, so authority makes her anxious?

She stood at his desk, not knowing what to do with her hands before deciding to cross them under her large breasts that he wanted to motorboat like some freshman in college. She really is gorgeous, her pursed, full lips said something but he wasn't quite listening. That skirt was a little shorter than dress code, but what could he say, he was wearing sunglasses indoors, he wouldn't tell.

"Mr. Beckham?" Her voice was svelte, like velvet covering his ears.

"Yes?"

"You called me...sir?" Ugh, this timidness, he could get used to it.

"Uh, yes, I wanted to ask you about your progress today."

She perked up, "Yes! I have a list of what you've asked, and I hope I've done a good job at it. Your ideas for different episode plots with brief summaries for each. I even made a slideshow for them-"

He smiled, "You're really excited."

Diamond stopped herself, noticing how eager she was being in front of the boss. "I'm sorry, I was just so enthusiastic about showing you my ideas."

He raised a hand, "You keep that enthusiasm. It's one of the things I like about you."

Her eyes sparkled when she'd heard that, a praise kink, perhaps? She bounced in her stance but held it in. "Thank you, so much, sir!"

He chuckled a little, "You said you had a powerpoint? Will you show it to me?"

Her expression turned into shock, eyes widening twice their size, "I'm sorry, Mr. Beckham! I left it at home."

"I could come over your house to see them. It wouldn't be a problem." He smiled, fighting back the urge to wink at his young employee, watching her shuffle her weight from one foot to the other, thighs squeezing together, making his penis twitch at the subtle movement. He really did want to see her ideas, but passing up an opportunity to see her in her natural state as well was too tempting, he simply could not. She can't be surprised, it was basically an invitation to do so.

"Yes, you can stop by. I'll set up everything, you don't have to worry about anything, Mr. Beckham." Diamond clasped her well manicured hands together, french tips done on her nails, he'd noticed, he had a thing for dainty hands, they seemed to leave just the right scratches to remember them by.

"Can't wait to see you. Is your number your main one?"

"Mhm, I only have the one. I'll send you my address now?" Pulling out her phone she texted him for the first time other than to tell him that she could make it when a coworker called in sick. "Aaaaand, it's done. T-thank you, Mr. Beckham." She even bowed a little, shows how high she holds him on her list of important people.

"I'll see you...tomorrow? I know Young people have lots of places to be on a Saturday, but-"

"It's fine, Mr. Beckham." She returned the most genuine smile. The kind of smile that made him want a few little ones that shared the same kind. Right in the heart.

"See you then, Diamond." He watched her nearly skip away back to her desk, on a high just after their little talk.

***

There was a reason why she'd never let a man get close to her, she knew she didn't have much strength in saying no. Her need to please and keep others happy a lot of times made her happy, but people take advantage of that. The purity of being nice was easily manipulated and she would rather stay focused on her work, but she knew Beckham was something else.

He'd sneakily let her off of work early for some reason, she figured she was getting special treatment for being such a hard worker. Which she definitely was. When she was finished with classwork, she quickly started her actual work for the studio. Maybe she actually was in the right line of work and university wasn't needed...

Either way, she'd made a trip to the grocery store to buy various things she felt she didn't have and needed. She'd serve snacks, have her presentation, and then have a meal ready for him. Maybe then she'd be taken more seriously, even though he'd said nothing but good about her, she felt like some child to him and a lot of the other employees.

"The way to a man's heart is through his stomach." She said while cleaning her lavish apartment before correcting herself. "Well I'm not trying to get into his heart, I'm trying to get into a higher position at the studio."

After doing her nightly routine she was bombarded with texts and comments on her various social medias, but decided to just stay focused on work that day. It wasn't long before he was at her door, around noon, she had been ready for an hour, donning her most beautiful brown, velvet, mini dress, her hair tickling her open back as she sauntered to the door, opening it with a smile. "Hi, Mr. Beckham."

"I brought you flowers," He'd removed his glasses with one hand, tucking it into his grey t-shirt, looking casual, a welcome difference from his suit. "Your place is beautiful, Diamond, and please, call me Ethan. We're off work."

"OK, thank you...Ethan. Come inside." Their fingers brushed together as she took the substantial bouquet from him. Her heart beating even faster at how close he was to her, "These smell like chocolate." Her nose brushed against the delicate flowers and inhaled even longer.

"They're chocolate cosmos. The darkest and sweetest smelling daisies, from Mexico. You remind me of them." There go the butterflies. She didn't know he'd say things like that, and without shame. He chuckled once again at how she reacted to things, as if she'd never experienced them before. "Diamond you are so interesting."

She couldn't look him in the eyes while he spoke to her that way, she had to busy herself. Finding a vase to put them inside and running cold water into it, she also took one and placed it into a pot with other flowers near on the floor of her balcony. She hoped it grew.

"And so delicate with things too." His voice was heard from the comfort of her couch, he'd found his way there and settled. That's when she was reminded that she had a presentation to start. Grabbing a tray of fruit, cheese, anc crackers, she placed it on the coffee table in front of him, before taking a seat on the other side of the sectional and pressing "enter" on her remote.

She droned on and on about ideas and he could see many of them being made into episodes or added to future episodes. Her enthusiasm returned the more he spoke.

"With ideas like these, you might even take my job." He joked, earning a beautiful laugh from Diamond. "I think you'll do amazing when you give your ideas at the meeting on Monday."

Without even thinking she reached for his hand, holding it in hers and close to her heart. "Thank you, Ethan." Just when he was about to say something cheesy or romantic, she hoped up.

"I almost forgot, I made you something special." His eyes followed her go into the next room and disappear for a few minutes before calling him inside. He straightened his pants and went into the kitchen where she stood with his bottle of chilled red wine. "Follow me." Her backside swayed left and right as she rounded a corner, leading him to her dining room. Two plates of veal parm sat at the table. He was shocked that she was showing him such a kindness and raced over to push her chair in before taking his seat beside her. It smelled amazing, and he was no chef, but if it smelled like this, it tasted even better.

Diamond held the bottle out for him to pop it, her hands covering her ears awaiting the loud bang of the cork onto the ceiling and clapping once it was opened. "I promise you won't be disappointed. I'm a world class chef."

"I bet."

She watched him cut into his veal and twirl cheese coated pasta around his fork before skewering his beef with the same form and pushing it past his lips. It was better than delicious. She seasoned everything better than he'd ever tasted, now it was her time to giggle. "You look like you like it."

"I don't know, maybe you should have went to culinary art school and opened a restaurant?"

She playfully kicked his foot, "I can still do that."

How did she just happen to fall into his life like this? He'd just gotten out of a relationship that could have ended better, with a woman he was ready to get on bended knee for, and then she comes in and clogs his mind.

Diamond didn't normally drink, this was actually the second time she'd done so, not wanting to get addicted to anything, but she found that red wine tasted nice. Really nice. Though her alcohol tolerance was embarrassing. Two glasses had her lightheaded.

"Ethan, I don't feel normal. I think I'm drunk?"

"You can't be drunk off of one and a half glasses."

She stood up, grasping the back of her chair, "I think I am. I've never been drunk before, this is new."

He laughed, "I'm proud to be the first person to see you this way." His eyes once again landed on the curve of her legs, shimmering with some kind of golden body glitter that begged him to wrap them around his head. "Hey, where are you going?"

She started to walk down the hall, her walk still was seductive and unwavering despite her inebriation. He followed behind like a lost puppy, not wanting to leave her so soon, she was a real light in his life and he'd only realized it that night. She pushed open the room to her bedroom and collapsed on her bed. The way she laid there was so inviting, but he dared not push his limits, it wasn't gentlemanlike. He watched with a longing that was unbearable.

"Take off my shoes, Mr. Beckham?" Diamond, resting on her forearms was fully laying on her bed, dangling a foot in the air, waiting for him to stumble in himself.

She didn't have to ask him twice, he was a slave to whatever she asked, whenever she asked. His hands cupped her smooth calves before taking a seat and removing the heels from her feet. His lips kissed her ankles, earning a mewl from his princess.

"That feels...nice."

"I can make you feel even better, Diamond." His lips traced along her calves, kissing her knees and moving higher, onto her thighs that almost invited him to the prize they shielded from his eyes. Once again she'd pressed them together,

"Diamond..." He whispered before she grabbed the collar of his shirt, gently tugging him upward to meet her gaze. Their lips met as he guided her into an open mouthed kiss, her tongue mingling with his, and he could taste the wine and mint on her tongue. He tingled as she moaned, his hands moving along her sides, one cupping her soft breasts.

"Ethan," she said, like she was meant to say it all this time. "I've never done this before."

"Sex on a first date?" He returned to kissing her neck, earning a soft giggle.

She shook her head, "No, sex. At...at all." Diamond nervously shuffled as he slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders.

"It doesn't matter to me. I just want you to do what feels natural." He captured a nipple into his mouth, twirling an experienced tongue around the bud. Her moan was so soft, he wanted to sink into her, in more ways than one. "There you go, Diamond." He lay her down, unzipping the back and pulling it down in a swift motion.

She knew not to cover herself, she decided to have sex with him, so why should she be bashful after taking this step? She squeezed her eyes shut, awaiting a reaction, biting her bottom lip in anticipation.

Ethan licked his lips, "I could never lie and say I'd seen a woman more perfect. Whether in movies, online, you are the one. How you ever decided to give yourself to me over everyone else was beyond me. Every part of you is like art, Diamond." A gentle kiss was placed right below her bellybutton. "When you joined I wasn't expecting to see you. You're so pretty, and everyday you look even better than the last, if that was possible. I want to prove how gorgeous you really are. I want to keep you to myself and not let anyone else ever have you. Can I do that?" He sloppy kissed her mound over her lacy underwear. "Can I, Diamond?"

"Yes, Ethan." She could have cried if she weren't having the horniest moment of her life.

He pulled away the thin fabric and saw she was waxed, her legs spreading as he pushed them apart. His large hand sinking into a thigh as he licked her clit like it led to milk and honey. Her groan was even sexier than before, he'd imagined everything was so new to her, she didn't know what to say. He sucked and kissed where he knew she liked, her moans telling everything he needed to know as she squeezed the blankets in satisfaction.

"You're so perfect, I don't even need a blowjob right now, baby." He palmed his aching erection through his jeans, unbuttoning and getting rid of the denim restraints as well as his boxers. She watched from below, he was thankful for not missing a day at the gym when he'd revealed his abs, her eyebrows raising at the sight leading to his fully erect penis. He was large with girth that she'd come to know soon enough.

Her eyes squeezed shut as he positioned himself at her loveliest place, the tip rubbing along the he slit, wet and slick with her own lubricant. He leaned over, holding himself up by one hand, "Diamond," he nearly went slack jawed at the feeling of her tight entrance almost forcing him out. Her nails naturally dug into his back and arm, he bit her neck at all of the stimulation. The best feeling he'd ever experience was being inside of her.

He pushed a little more, not feeling any thin resistance but the telltale sign of her walls tightening around him sent him over the edge. He wanted to ram into her so badly, but started at a slow pace. Thrusting inside even deeper before pulling out agonizingly. Her mousy squeals evident at her trying to find pleasure in his actions. Breasts already jiggling up and down at the slightest movement.

"Ethan!" She squeaked again when he'd accidentally thrust inside with more force.

He sucked in air through grit teeth when her walls contracted around him again. "You're amazing." A soft kiss was planted on her forehead as he picked up his pace, little by little, her moans grew more lengthy, louder, panting in the natural rhythm humans were meant to do when they procreated. She felt his hands gripped her hips while he sat on his legs, bringing her up in tandem. She looked even more beautiful taking all of him as best she could.

His name spilled from her mouth like drops of champagne, he wanted to hear it over and over again. Grabbing her wrists he pinned her arms to the top of the bed, leaning over until they were face to face, pistoning her more frantically as his climax eased closer. He'd captured her lips and even felt her say his name into her kiss, stammering out "I love you" like a lovesick first timer would and he responded back.

"I love you too." He knew it wasn't just because he was fucking her like it was their anniversary, he really loved her and she might have been blinded by good sex, but he wouldn't let her go easily at all.

He couldn't help it, his cock slammed into her as her back arched nicely; his cum splattering inside of her all over her walls like a Jason Pollock painting. His breathing heavy, hers even breathier, shallow pants causing her chest to rise and fall, while his seed continued to flow into her. "...Ethan..."

She was still as adorable as before with herself full of cum, even while they were still connected. "I didn't wear a condom." He nervously smiled.

"I'm not on the pill." She shyly returned.

"We'll just see how this goes." He'd gotten up and grabbed a towel out of her bathroom, coming back to clean his excess off her. "You'll be sore."

"I already am," Her voice drifted off as he climbed into the blanket with her.
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Thursday, August 8, 2019

Desperate For You byScaredybutt©










As promised, I'm in the motel room bed at 8 p.m. sharp. Naked and blindfolded, on all fours facing across the bed with the largest butt plug I could fit in my ass. My wrists are cuffed with straps running under the mattress just waiting to be pulled tight and secured to my ankle cuffs.
I'll admit, I'm trembling with trepidation. Shouldn't I? I mean, here I am in a seedy motel room, nearly tied up, with my naked ass pointing towards the door propped slightly open by the simple expedient of leaving a shoe in the doorway. What if it isn't you who pushes the door open? I don't even have a clue who you are.

Never mind being worried. I'm terrified. What am I thinking obeying these bizarre instructions? I'm sure I can experience my first real anal fucking in a safer manner. Honestly, I don't even know that I'm comfortable enough with the idea of having anal - whether or not you're a guy or a girl.

Yeah, I was trembling. Paradoxically, I'm enjoying every second. Scared and horny! My fantasy is going to be fulfilled.

After an eternity, or it could have been just a minute as it's hard to tell in my position, I hear the door being pushed open, close, and latch. Hopefully, you're the person I've been in contact with!

As quickly as you enter, my hard-on dissipates. What timing, I cry to myself. My pride and joy shrinks to shrimp size.

Almost immediately, the straps are yanked. My arms are pulled over the side of the bed, resulting in my face lying against the mattress. I'm careful to keep my ass up as the email told me not to move and, of course, I want you to make sure you'll have proper access. I feel the straps being secured to my ankles and know I'm trussed up solidly.

I'm curious how I look to you. My once proud and stiff cock now dangling uselessly. No matter how much I want it, I can't maintain an erection with a butt plug. Knowing I've shrunk makes my cheeks turn red with chagrin. Why, I think to myself, can't my little guy show how big and glorious he is for just a little longer?

Do you find me pleasing being secured like this? You certainly take your time walking around the bed. I just know you're eyes are roving over me, criticizing every flaw, and enjoying my bound and naked flesh. I bet you feel superior and will want to remember this forever. God, I hope you aren't taking pictures!

Or, maybe, if I am being honest, I hope you are.

Finally, I hear you removing clothes.

The fear returns as you are standing in front of me and your hand grabs my hair, lifting my head ... are you boy or girl? Am I going to be forced to suck a cock or a strap-on? I say forced as if this wasn't included in our list of mutually agreeable options.

You rub it against my lips and I feel something plastic but loose. I'm pretty sure it's the condom you promised and I relax ever so slightly. I open my mouth to try and taste it, but you pull away.

Now, you move around the bed to my ass.

I catch my breath as you surprise me with a slap the my ass. It didn't hurt (much), but I was, for whatever reason, mentally unprepared. Now I'm ready and the forthcoming whipping isn't a shock. Again, it's not a brutal punishment, but rather playful. The stinging is embarrassingly stimulating.

Once my backside is red enough for your pleasure, you grasp my butt plug and pull it out quickly. Ahhhh!! The feeling of emptiness is an intense relief.

You swiftly mount the bed and push your cock into my gaping ass. Slowly enough not to split my insides, but fast enough that I'm so focused on the sensation that I'm not trying to guess your gender. Thank you for applying plenty of lube! I enjoy the sensation of being stretch and stuffed with just minor discomfort.

Once you've sunk in far enough, you slowly pull out. It takes forever! I'm sure you didn't lie about your 8 inches.

You pause, teasingly, when your cock head nearly escapes my butt and is stretching my hole. You begin pumping that huge beast in my ass. You are long and also gifted with a wide cock! I can feel every stroke rubbing my insides and I'm unable to keep my moans from escaping my mouth. I feel the edges of an intense orgasm coming; my body is craving it intensely!

You are a true master with your cock and establish a pleasing rhythm. My body is responding to you and any pain has completely disappeared. I'm about to break my promise not to speak until spoken to, when you brutally grab my ass checks. You gently release them only to let them lightly rove over my ass and back.

My cock is flapping as you pound into me; our flesh smacking together soundly. My orgasm feeling is receding and the embarrassment of my tiny, flaccid cock is returning. Still blindfolded, my sensations and thoughts are all on me. I feel the aching desire for orgasm, the helplessness of being bound and unable to reach my dick, and the body-jarring intensity of you pounding away relentlessly. I'm so confused by my feelings I'm becoming distracted.

Your hands sneak around to my chest and find my nipples. Pinching and pulling them mercilessly, I'm focused once more! You slide a hand lower and grab my cock. Stroking quickly, you bring it to attention and I feel an enormous urge to cum like never before.

Again, maddeningly, you surprise me. You've stopped. Not your cock pumping in and out but, rather, your hand. You lightly touch my cock-head and then your hand is against my mouth. Opening, I taste the smoothness of your finger and the undoubtable pre-cum you gathered; I suck it clean.

You focus my attention once more with a hard slap to my ass. Your slow but steady pace now becomes hurried. I again have the feeling of building to a huge orgasm.

Moments later, I feel the joy of cum oozing out of my dick...but, there's something wrong. The orgasm feeling is still there, but, also, disappointment and desperation as my dick goes limp faster than it ever has before. I've been cheated!

My desire hasn't been satiated; I'm feeling very frustrated as your monster cock pops out of me.

Cut off from the world with my blindfold and by being tied up, I'm just focused on me. So much emotions and desires are swirling inside me that I'm shocked when you begin rubbing something slimy on my face. When you poke your fingers into my mouth, I realize it's my cum.

Still extremely horny, I suck your fingers clean. I've always wanted to taste my white and gooey cum, but whenever I've orgasmed in the past, the desire left immediately. Now, drained but still frustrated, I'm willing to eat it all!

Finally, you speak and I know your gender. What a surprise to know the answer to cock or dildo!

"Tell me you're my bitch," you command.

Readily, I softly moan, "I'm your bitch."

"Louder. I want to hear you convince me," you command as you get off the bed.

"Thank you for making me your bitch!" Still engorged with lust, I've lost control. "I love how you fucked my ass and made me eat my cum. I'm yours to use whenever ...and however...you want! Please... fuck me like the little cum-eating whore that I am!"

I know you've put on your clothes. Somehow, though, I'm holding onto the hope you'll come back and give me a proper orgasm. With my ass propped in the air, my tiny, useless dick still dripping, with my own cum drying on my face...I've never felt so humiliated and ashamed. The horror of what I've said is reverberating in my head. That feeling of fear is growing and twisting my insides.

Again, confusion. God, do I want to experience this again! Fear, desperation, lust, helplessness are all swirling together and I feel it deeply within me. Difficult to process and all I know is I'm desperate for my cock to be touched and for that sweet relief of an orgasm!

"There's a pre-paid phone on the table. You're never to contact me. If I want to fuck you again, I'll contact you."

Please don't leave me! I scream silently in my head. Aloud, I plead, "I'm your bitch and I crave your massive cock! Please, I'll do everything you command!"

Despite my self-debasement, I hear you open the door and leave.

You walk out as mysteriously as you came.

The End.

Err...wait... Did you untie me? Um, why didn't I hear the door close?
byScaredybutt© 3 comments/ 13114 views/

Sunday, June 9, 2019

Night Moves byJavahead©

By the time she was awake, I had her immobilized.
It was dark in the bedroom, enough that I was working by feel as much as by sight. That was fine, for now - I'd seen her in the light before; that was why I was here in her bedroom tonight.

I'd taken the usual precautions, of course. I knew that nobody else was going to arrive, and that any sounds in the bedroom wouldn't even make it down the hall, much less next door; still, I had quietly locked the bedroom door before undressing.

She was a light sleeper - when I stripped the covers back, she started to stir. I moved fast; by the time she her eyes had opened I had both her arms stretched tightly above her head, and had forced her knees far apart with my own. She took the situation in almost immediately; after a single convulsive surge of her body left me unmoved, she tried to speak.

I wasn't in the mood to listen, though. I grabbed her throat and told her her to be still. She was intelligent enough to do what I said.

She started to fight again, though, when I moved my free hand from her throat to her body. Time to lay out the facts.

"Be still, woman. I'm bigger, stronger, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Do what I say, and you'll enjoy this a lot more. Tonight, your body is mine. Your cunt; your mouth; your ass if I feel like it. Fighting won't change that - it just turns me on more, and means that you get it harder. Nod if you understand."

After a few seconds, I saw her head bob.

Now that I had her forced cooperation, I moved my free hand down her body again. She was wearing an oversize t shirt as a nightgown, with nothing underneath. I wadded the shirt up in my fist, and pulled it up. She tried to keep her butt on the bed, but I was able to get it above her waist; once I had the back free of her hips, it was easy to slide it up over her head. A moment later, I had it twisted firmly around her wrists.

I paused a moment to look at my prize. My eyes had adjusted to the dark enough that I could dimly see her. She was my idea of what a woman should be; slender, fit, with a small firm breasts. Her long hair lay spread out wildly. Her nude body looked almost like I had imagined the first time I saw her, except for a very nice surprise. She must wear industrial strength bras all the time; I never would have suspected such oversize nipples on those A-cup tits. Definitely have to think of something to do with those.

It was hard to be sure in the dark, but I thought I could see her blushing.

She jerked when I slid my free hand between her legs, and I was certain now; she was blushing.

I held my face impassive, and started to rub my fingers up and down her pussy. It might have been against her will, but her body started to warm. When I slid my middle finger into her cunt and hooked it, her body jerked. I flicked her clit lightly, and it jerked again. She was wet enough now, and I was tempted to take her without any more preliminaries.

When I forced her legs further apart, I could feel her clenching her body. Pointless, really. She was wet enough that I could push my cock in easily, no matter what she did. Instead, though, moved my head down and sucked in one of those tasty-looking nipples.

Despite her resistance, her body had been responding - the nipple was almost painfully erect, thumb-sized and nearly an inch long.

"Painfully" may have been the word, too, by the way she bucked. No, "ticklish" was it, I decided, as I started to pull and twist the other nipple. Light touches brought a more violent response than pinches or nips. I spent several minutes just exploring my toy's reactions.

When I switched my mouth from one spike to the other, I felt her pussy again. It was extremely wet; I was able to slide a finger in easily. I brought it up to taste - delicious. If I had thought to bring something to fasten her hands out of the way, I would have loved to eat her cunt, to force her to come despite herself. Oh, well.

Instead, I went back to her first nipple, biting it lightly and pulling my head back till her was stretched to its maximum length. While she was still convulsing, I buried my cock to the hilt in her pussy.

God! If she hadn't been so lubricated it would have been hard to get it in. Her bucking just made it tighter. I tightened my grip on her wrists to make sure she didn't escape, and matched my thrusting to her thrashing. Whenever she showed signs of slowing, I would tweak her nipple or her clit.

I smiled sardonically when I felt her bucks turn into matching thrusts. I'm sure that she hated herself for starting to respond - her body was a great deal sluttier than she would like to admit. I made sure that I rubbed her clit as hard as I could with each stroke.

Her strangled groan came as a surprise; she clenched her teeth and nearly threw me off as her orgasm started. Instead, I started pounding her as hard as I could - her coming was such a turn-on that I erupted myself before her orgasm was finished.

It was several minutes before either of us tried to move.

"Are you done now?" she asked in a hoarse whisper.

Rather than answering, I grabbed a handful of hair and moved my cock up to her mouth. She just stared at it.

"Clean it!"

"No, I don't ..."

"Tonight, you do. You want me happy, and I don't want a lady - I want a slut. And you are one, aren't you?"

Her mouth may not have been expert, but once she started she did her best to please; her reluctance made her efforts all the more stimulating. Soon, I was hard again.

This time, I put a pillow on the bed and put her belly-down on top of it. Her butt stuck up in the air quite nicely. I kept one hand on the nape of her neck to hold her still and knelt behind her.

Her slit was still wet, and I slid the fingers of my free hand up and down, getting them nice and wet. Perhaps the forced cock sucking had turned her on a little, or maybe she was still excited from being fucked earlier, but I could feel her pressing back slightly every time I slid my fingers past her clit. To be sure, I slid my thumb into her cunt while I cupped her mound. Yes, a definite response - she was pushing as hard as I was. Certainly not a lady in bed, no matter what she liked to pretend.

I rubbed my cock up and down her slit to get it well lubricated, sliding up into the cleft between her cheeks as well. She tensed when it slid past her asshole. I was tempted, and lingered a moment longer to scare her, but I had other plans tonight. I moved forward, and pushed into her cunt from the rear, instead. As I'd expected, from this angle she was even tighter. It felt marvelous, and I grabbed her hips with both hands to allow me to push harder.

Once again, I could feel her response. I moved one hand around underneath her and started playing with her clit, rubbing and pinching it lightly as I thrust. Her motions grew even more frantic, and I felt her own hand push in to take over. She needed to finish, and at this moment who I was didn't matter - for the moment, I was just means to an end.

Whatever her reasons, her responses were lifting me up, too - she was a fantastic fuck. I did feel a little bit superfluous, though. I wanted her attention on me. To get her attention, I slid my well-lubricated thumb into her asshole. It got her attention, all right - she came, hard. It took all my strength to stay on when she started to buck, and I had to grab her hips with both hands again. The feeling of her bucking her hips back sent me over the edge - I thrust into as hard as I could, and came so hard I almost collapsed.

I was too tired to get up right away, but I forced myself to roll off her and pulled her into my arms. At first, she just lay there quietly shaking. Finally, though, she must have sensed that I was through with her, and she tried to speak. Her voice was so hoarse that she had to start over a couple of times before I could understand her.

"You bastard! Are you satisfied now?"

"Yes - and so are you. Don't try to tell me you didn't enjoy yourself."

"I didn't ... I don't ... All right, I did. But so did you. And that was more than I could handle every day."

"We'll save it for special occasions."

"Very special occasions. Have I told you how much I love you?"

"You showed me. Good night, darling."
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