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Quickie: He finds her there...

2010-10-29T09:37:00.000-07:00

"Come," she calls to him.

He's caught her playing with herself, rolling about in auto-erotic pleasure amid the sheets. She was moaning and gasping to her own amusement, clad in the leather she'd bought from the town that day - the labelled boxes and bags strewn about the floor told him this.

Surely she wanted to be found like this. Who would make such an effort alone?

Regardless, she wants him to come to her.

Her leg, half-eaten by the thigh-high boot she wears, is dangling off the side of the bed. She kicks it cutely, her right hand buried beneath the covers, beneath her panties.

"Come..." she whispers again.

He takes a step forward, into the room she'd made her nest. Her body writhes and shudders harder as he nears. He can hear the faint buzzing of a vibrator from under the sheet that is draped sparingly across her hips.

"Naughty girl," he says. She smiles as he finally speaks, then closes her eyes as the buzzing finds her most vulnerable spot.

She calls out loudly, "Come!" Her body rocks and jolts violently with her arousal.

Gripped by her passion, he leaps to the bed and tears the sheet from her. She stares up at him in weak relief. She had not been calling to him so much as signalling for her own release. Her thighs are streaked and shining with her orgasm.

But, driven by the moment, he slaps her hands away and rips her wet panties aside. He is quick to fill her, sliding potently against the walls of her slick sex. Inside, he feels dirty, earthy and alive. He pushes into her hard and is greeted with ecstatic screams.

Her body, sensitive and sore from her own play, now caves to his hungry contribution. She wraps her ankles behind his back and lets him sink inside her.

He leans into her, stroking her face and grabbing her flesh. His nose nuzzles her neck and he bites her there. She turns her head, offering him more of her salty, sweaty skin to chew.

"Come," he whispers, amidst her hair. "Come!"

And now for something completely different...

2010-10-29T05:13:00.000-07:00

In the spirit of all things evil and dastardly, you can find below my submission to Insatiabear's Halloween Flash Fiction Friday challenge.

To get some perspective, you can read about the challenge here, on Insatiabear's blog.

We were given the following picture and challenged to write flash fiction (150-275 words) inspired by it and to include this phrase in our submission: "cold and dead".

Here is my attempt:

The many men she's had before,

The many souls, collided.

The many times he thought of her

With lips and legs divided.

But here she lies, a covered head,

A naked corpse below.

So stiff and still, a cold and dead

Reminder that she's gone.

But how can he, a silly fool

With matching stiff in hand,

Tell her that he'll always know,

That he'd always understand

That she is much more beautiful

Much brighter as a ghost.

A spirit, spector, spook or ghoul -

Softer shadow of its host.

As though she could never quite be

As free as she is now.

The many times she'd made him see

How she would choke and drown.

The many thoughts cry in his skull

And weep into his veins

He's another man, by her, full

Of void, and lacked restraint.

He leaves her now, his many gifts

Lie in ribbons on the floor -

A testament, accidentally left

To another dead whore.

(I know, it creeps me out too! But I enjoyed writting something a little different, and I do so enjoy Insatiabear's challenges.)

So, against the flow of that dark little diversion, I leave you with:

Love, licks and lashings,
-Lil

Cynthia's Punishment

2010-10-29T03:34:00.000-07:00

Cynthia Merrick dropped a client file in John's in-tray and winked at him as she passed. Her walk from his desk was deliberately suggestive - the long strides she took forced a perfect bounce from her behind as it swung from her hips. The Accounts boys sounded their appreciation with a chorus of whistles.

She headed to the break room, passing by the open door of Nina Hanson's office, unaware that her little show had also aroused her boss' attention.

Pouring herself a coffee from the jug of the drip brew, Cynthia turned at the echo of high-heeled footsteps joining her in the kitchenette. She saw Nina entering and grinned broadly.

Raising her mug in acknowledgment, she said, "That time of the morning, huh?"

Nina's lips crept into a sly smirk. "We all have our vices," she replied. "But, actually, I came to enquire about the database I asked your to put together last week."

"Oh," said Cynthia, her smile fading. "I haven't got to that yet."

"Well, then perhaps we'd better continue this conversation in my office."

Nina's face no longer glinted with any encouragement to friendly small talk. She was sincere - her arms were crossed over her waist, petulantly. Cynthia lowered her mug and bowed her head - she was in trouble.

Following her boss from the break room, Cynthia searched her brain for something to say. She knew how harsh Nina could be when she was disappointed. Why had she let this request slip her mind?

She'd been the Accounts Clerk for a year now. Though she ultimately reported to Nina, her job was primarily to support the Desire Advertising Accounts team. She loved working with the boys - every day was a laugh, filled with harmless flirtation and innuendo. They often tried to outdo each other with how abstract their insinuations could be:

"I'd like to restock her stationary cupboard," one would say.

"Careful she doesn't overuse the sharpener, if you know what I mean," winked another.

"She might as well file yours under "Small Accounts", Jeff," and they'd all burst with raucous laughter.

But Cynthia wasn't laughing, now.

"Take a seat." Nina's voice rocked Cynthia from her thoughts. She looked to her boss, who was waiting for her in the doorway to the office, and followed her arm to the chair she was pointing at. She sat and Nina pressed the door closed behind them, her fingers lingering and tracing a delicate line down the frame.

Her boss' eyes glared at her, and Cynthia felt the expectant silence urge her to speak.

"I'm sorry, Nina." she offered, hopefully.

Nina lent against the desk in front of the clerk, her arms clasped in her lap, perhaps to appear as if she was ready to listen.

"So, is my understanding correct? You haven't even started the task I set for you last week?" Her voice feigned sweetness, though it was thick with stern undertones.

"That's correct. I must have let it slip my mind." Cynthia replied, her words slightly muffled below her down-turned face.

Nina sighed, then spoke with deep authority: "Stand up and put you palms on the desk."

"Sorry?" The girl's voice trembled in fear and confusion.

"Stand up," she repeated, impatiently. "And put your palms on the desk!"

The strange order took her by surprise, but, eager to make up for her oversight, Cynthia obliged. Her hands found the desk in front of her as she lent towards it.

"Raise your skirt and lower your stockings," were the further instructions.

"What?" Cynthia was stunned, again. Suddenly all the things she'd seen around Desire formed a hard, clear picture - the unquestioning acceptance of Nina's direction, the excitement tinged with fear she saw in her coworkers' eyes when Nina walked by, the hushed remarks, the strange physical reenactments played out secretly in the bathrooms and behind cubicle walls. "Nina the Domina"... it all made sense now.

"You heard what I said, girl. Do -not- force me to repeat myself again."

Nina's voice boomed below the images in her mind. Kept by her realisations, Cynthia found the same excited angst, that she had observed, rise up within her. She tucked her skirt above her hips and began peeling her stockings down her thighs, replacing her hands on the desk.

"You seem to have a problem understanding my instructions, Cynthia. Would you agree?"

She nodded.

"Bend over the desk." As the girl lowered herself and stretched her palms out across the surface before her, Nina continued. "You failed to perform a simple task for me. And I don't ask much of you, do I?"

"No, Nina."

"I do not tolerate defiance in my office, do I?"

"No."

"You shall be punished so that next time I ask something of you, you are not so quick to forget."

Cynthia nodded. "Yes."

Nina's hand brushed against the soft panties of the bottom presented before her, sizing it up. Dissatisfied, she grabbed the elastic above the girl's ass and pulled it down, revealing the tender, soft cheeks beneath. She raised her hand and brought it down sharply against the exposed flesh.

Cynthia gasped, her face reddening with embarrassment, humiliation.

Another slap landed against her ass, sending her hips hard into the desk. Then another, and another.

Suddenly the spankings subsided and Cynthia heard her boss pull something from a filing cabinet on the side wall.

"Perhaps this will help drive my point home," Nina spoke as she produced a two-pronged vibrator from the cabinet and held it in front of the girl's face for her to see.

The thing looked incredible. One side of it was long and thick and curved inward, while the other was shorter, with a wide round surface. Before she could imagine what it would do, it was removed from her sight.

Nina was behind her now, prodding and poking between her slightly-parted thighs. Then, some of what had, at first, felt like fingers were actually the prongs of the vibrator, pressing against her. The long stem was slowly inserted into Cynthia's sex, and as it moved deeper, it brought the smaller stem against her burgeoning bud.

A groan hummed through the girl's throat as Nina turned the thing on and it began pulsing and twisting, bringing such deviant pleasure. Cynthia felt so naughty letting her boss play with her like this. But it was so... good.

"Hold it there," came the command and Cynthia reached behind her to keep the vibrator in place inside her. The slight pressure of her own hand made her moan again.

Nina stood and with the girl suitably subdued by the toy, continued the spanking. She painted roses on Cynthia's ass with her punishing smacks, teaching...

her...

a...

lesson!

The single-minded spanking burnt her ass, but it thrilled Cynthia to her core. She couldn't take the punishment without feeling the urge rise higher and higher.

Her sex, throbbed against the object that filled it, and her ass felt raw and abused. As the spanking continued she could no longer hold back her climax. It spilt over the toy and she screamed, loud enough that several heads outside the office turned. The smaller prong rattled against her clit, elongating her orgasm.

As Cynthia quietened, her climax over, Nina ceased her assault then ran her hand soothingly across the hot skin. Slowly she lowered her hand and switched off the toy.

"You may go now," she said, after sliding the vibrator from the girl's slippery sex. She held it behind her back as she watched Cynthia gather herself and humbly move from the room.

"I hope this has given you some motivation to finish that database," she added.

Cynthia nodded meekly and closed the door.

Alone, Nina brought the toy from behind her back and held it to her lips. She tasted the sweet nectar that coated the long stem and let the warm scent fill her nostrils.

She eased herself onto the desk, still warm from the body that had been so recently bent over it - her hand searching between her own thighs...

Outside, with her face as pink and scorned as her cheeks below her skirt, Cynthia crept silently to her cubicle. One glimpse of the way she edged tenderly into her chair was enough to tell the Accounts boys where she'd been.

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The Offering

2010-10-28T06:11:00.000-07:00

Her toes can barely touch the step, forcing her body to weigh down on the ropes binding her wrists above her head. It's a constant battle for balance that causes perspiration to bead across her forehead and heaving breasts.

He's dressed her up too, ready for the big presentation. A blood-red satin gown hugs her straining body and spills down the stairs below her. The matching satin wrap is tied across her eyes.

Gothic-inspired industrial metal bursts loudly through the house - the music causing the wooden floors of the entrance foyer to occasionally groan.

Scarlett feels like an offering to a vampiric lord.

"Will you stop sweating like that, you're staining that dress!" came that familiar gruff voice - the voice of the man who had taken her here.

"You filthy girl!" he shouts, climbing the stairs to where he has strung her out. He slaps her face. Instantly she turns, to spit at him, the saliva hissing between her painted red lips.

As he wipes the liquid from his eye, they both start at the creak of the heavy front door being forced open. He had arrived...

The storm outside sent powerful windy tendrils through the foyer, dragging the cold material of the dress between Scarlett's thighs and pulling her back. She struggles to remain upright, slipping on the satin tangled beneath her feet.

"Master Poder," said the man, rushing down the stairs to greet him. He bows before the tall figure in the threshold.

"Get up, Oscar," orders Poder, disinterested with his theatrical show of subordination. He slams the door against the willful winds and removes his coat, hanging the great heavy trench on the hooks beside the entrance.

"I'm here to discuss your debt, Oscar, not play masters and servants."

"Yes," admits Oscar, reluctant to discuss that subject. "I... I don't have quite... all of it, just yet, but I..." He scrambles through his pockets, churning out dozens of crumpled bills and pushing them, in his shaking hands, towards the dark man advancing towards him.

"What the hell is this?" Poder speaks through clenched teeth, and takes Oscar by the collar, drawing him, choking, closer. "I lend you money from the goodness of my heart, against your word - your word, Oscar - and you disgrace me with this..." he snatches a handful of the bills from Oscar's hand, "This filthy return?"

Poder pulls him closer still, his hand twisting tight in Oscar's shirt. "I should break your legs right here," he bellows into the man's face.

"I know, I know! That's why I brought you this!" Oscar screams and points desperately up the stairs to his crimson captive.

Slowly, Poder looks upward and takes in the vision on the stairwell. Wordlessly, he folds the dirty money into Oscar's mouth and flings the man aside, sending him to his knees against the dusty floorboards.

"You got this for me?" he asks, his eyebrow lifting with impious intrigue.

"Y-yes," splutters Oscar from the floor. The notes spray from his mouth as he speaks.

"Quite the offering..." Poder muses, ascending the stairs with slow, deliberate strides. Without shifting his gaze from the glowing red beauty before him, he orders, "Go, now. You've bought yourself some leniency. Have the money for me next week. Now, go!"

Scarlett is struck by the bellowing words. She trembles as he nears - the scratching of the other man scrambling for the door, muttering gratefully is just a distant echo behind Poder's advance.

"I'm not for you." she cries defiantly, but he only laughs. A deep throaty laugh.

He stands on the stair below her and presses his fingers into the satin folding across her ankles. Clasping it in his fist, he brings it to his face and breathes deep into the slippery fabric.

"But if I leave now, you'll be left alone in this cold house... then what will you do?"

"What are you to do with me?" she whispers, with heavy breath.

"To be honest, my dear, I think I should like to take you. Here."

"No!" came her futile cries.

Poder isn't phased by her struggles. He scours her body with his hands, his eyes - admiring the workmanship of the rope cuffs Oscar had woven around her wrists.

He draws the hem of the satin dress up and puts his hand to her firm ass, so taut with the strain of standing on tip-toes. She winces and tries to move away, almost losing her delicate footing.

Moving to the stair above her, he unbuckles his belt and lowers his pants to release his hardness. He reaches around the front of her thighs and with great force pulls them back towards him, spreading her around his hips.

Scarlett is strung from the great ceiling above the stairwell, her upper body held now only by the bondage around her wrists. She is curled backwards, her naked sex pressed against his own warm flesh. She struggles against him, but he is too strong - too powerful - and gravity is his ally.

He enters her - slowly edging himself into her sweet, tightness. He fucks her hard, unable to hold back his desire. He plunges deep and forceful inside her, enjoying the way he has her so reliant on his cock to keep her from falling.

Poder groans and digs his fingers deep into her thighs and Scarlett screams as he forces her down over his bursting thrusts. Her resistance only makes her tighter around his cock and he fights every urge he has to comes inside her. Closing his eyes and smiling at how quickly she has brought him to the edge of climax, he stops and holds her hard against him.

Scarlett's body swings back and forth, the red dress billowing with the momentum. She kicks violently, sending the satin dancing around her, trying desperately to find the a foothold below. Such a beautiful plaything, he thinks, as he fastens his belt and backs down the stairs to the foyer floor.

At the entrance, Poder rustles around in the trench coat he had hung earlier. After some brief searching, he produces a leather collar and chain from its deep pockets, and makes his way back up the stairs.

Standing before her swinging body, he fastens the collar tight around her neck and attaches the chain to its large D link. She tries to protest, but dangling from the bondage has her tired and limp and she can produce just whimpers and weak tosses of her head.

Climbing up the stairs behind her he takes a knife from a sheath on his belt and with a swift swing of it's blade, he cuts the ropes that hold her. She falls to the harsh thud of the stairs, the red gown floating down around her like rose petals.

Though she cries out from the impact, he tugs mercilessly on the chain, forcing her to yield to its hold over her. As he ascends the stairs to the master bedroom, she is forced to crawl up after him - the satin training wide across the steps in her wake.

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The New Assistant

2010-10-26T10:28:00.000-07:00

Darla Simmons was new around the place. The Desire Advertising offices hadn't yet tainted her doe-eyed outlook with their tendency towards vice.

Like a painted doll, she sat at her desk outside Sebastian Jones' office. He was the predominantly-travel-bound-Regional Manager, and she, the personal assistant he'd not yet even met in person.

Nina Hanson, Accounts Manager, and general office seductress, had hired Darla. She'd made sure the young thing could read, write and make a decent cup of coffee and then hired her on the spot - ever the upstanding feminist that she was.

Though she appreciated the brilliant plumage of a sweet young bird as much as the next person, Nina's motives for hiring Darla were rarely that simple. She had a conniving dark mind, and by hiring something this tasty for Sebastian, she hoped to win his gratitude, perhaps even his affections.

And this evening, in their after hours meeting, Nina would pull her little ace from the sleeve...

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The two stood in the female bathroom on Desire's second floor. Nina lent over the porcelain sink and pressed her lips together, ensuring an even coat of her freshly-applied scarlet lipstick. She turned to Darla who was ruffling her blond curls.

"Darla honey, you aren't nervous to meet Mr Jones are you?"

Darla turned, and with a slightly vacant look replied, "No... Should I be?"

Her innocence was delicious. Nina paused for a moment, pondering the idea of keeping Darla for herself. Then she took the peach lip gloss from Darla's open purse and, tilting the girl's chin upwards, began applying it with soft touches of her finger. The gloss shone in the warm yellow glow of the mirror's lamps and for a second Nina imagined those plump lips around Sebastian's hard cock.

Nina pulled away, shaking the image from her mind. "No reason at all," she answered.

As they left the bathroom, Nina sent Darla for a bucket of ice, three glasses and a bottle of sparkling wine from the corporate cooler. Nina continued on to Sebastian's office alone.

She stood in the open doorway to the office - one hand holding the door frame, the other placed on her hip. With her ankles crossed she greeted him, "Well, if it isn't Desire's carrier pigeon, back in the coop! How was the big city, Sebastian?"

"Nina," he said, buttoning his jacket as he stood, then extending his hand. She took it, shaking it firmly, then pulled him close so she could kiss his cheek. Sebastian eyed her curiously and sat down.

Nina took a seat opposite, taking care to remove her jacket very slowly, before hanging it over the arm of the chair. She crossed her legs and lent back against the cool leather supports.

"I think you'll be pleased with your new P.A., 'Bass. I took care of it myself," Nina said, her chin resting on her fingers.

"Bass eh?" Sebastian mocked Nina's use of his college moniker. "So you're one of the boys now?"

"I thought you knew I was a lifetime member of the boys club," she joked, then heard Darla lingering in the doorway. Her arms were clumsily struggling to balance the wine in the ice bucket and the clinking glass stems threaded between her fingers.

"Ah, a drink would be lovely, Darla. Thank you." Nina motioned for the girl to enter.

The assistant placed the drinks on the desk and stepped back, her hands clutched politely in front of her. Nina, not turning her head, twisted her hand towards the new company, "Darla, this is Mr Jones, your boss." Then gesturing theatrically from Sebastian back to Darla again, "Mih-ster Jones, your new assistant,"

"Nice to meet you," Sebastian nodded, his tone barely changing.

"Likewise, Mr Jones," smiled Darla bobbing her head, then adding, "At last!"

"Yes, I must apologise for my recent absence from the office. It is, however, not such a rare occurrence for me to be away for long periods of time." He pointed to the bottle of bubbling wine, indicating that Darla should begin pouring. As she proceeded, he asked, "I trust you've been in capable hands with Ms Hanson here."

"Oh yes," replied Darla, eagerly. "She has been great! And the office secretaries have already shown me all the phones and the filing. Oh and the gentlemen in Accounts have been -most- accommodating."

"I can imagine," scoffed Sebastian over the top of his glass, exchanging a knowing look with Nina.

"Sit, Darla," Nina said pointing to the chair to her right, then pushed a pad of paper across the desk. "Take notes."

Darla retrieved a pen she had pinned over the waist of her skirt and poised it over the pad.

"So... the trip?" asked Nina, tipping her own glass towards towards her lips.

"Yes," began Sebastian, with a preparatory sigh. "The boys over east have a few big players on the horizon. I've put your name forward for a meet and greet with a local Georges & Franklin branch. If all goes well with that, and the presentations next week, we might get our own bite of their national cherry."

"Darla, have Cynthia book somewhere for next week for me and the Georges marketing boys. Tell her somewhere on St Andrews street." Nina instructed.

"I'd suggest The Alice," offered Sebastian.

"Anything else?" Nina prompted.

"I'll let you know when you need to know." Sebastian placed his glass on the desk and looked at Nina. After a brief pause, he forced a smile.

"Very well, Sebastian," replied Nina, with a slight roll of her eyes. Pressing her hands into the chairs arms, she lifted herself up. "I'll let you two... get on the same page then."

Finally he spoke. "So, just how many of those Accounts boys have you let take you in the broom closet?"

Darla's eyes widened and her brow creased in offense. "What... I..."

"I don't know what Nina was thinking letting a piece of jail bait like you loose in this place. God if those fools got as many accounts as they did raging hard-ons I'd be retired by now."

"I should go," said Darla, ripping away the top piece of paper and placing the pad on the table

Sebastian caught her wrist with his hand, making her turn to his cold piercing eyes. "Should you now?" he said, not exactly asking.

"Mr Jones," she said, trying to wrestle her arm free. "I think you have the wrong idea about me."

He stood and walked around the desk towards her, Darla's wrist still in his grasp. "Do I, now?"

Darla tried to back away, twisting her arm, fighting to get free. But he went with her and brought her arm up behind her back. Then, thrusting in the direction of her momentum, forced her against the wall.

Sebastian pulled her arm up higher behind her and Darla gasped into the wall. The way he held her allowed her barely any movement without pain. She feared her arm would snap in his grip.

"Mr Jones, stop it," she panted.

He ran his free hand down her figure, relishing the way her clothes clung against her small waist. His hardness was rubbing against her and he breathed into her ear.

"I don't think you really want me to stop, Miss Simmons. I think you -like- it nice and rough. A little peach like you, so nice and ripe for the plucking. I bet you let them all taste your nectar."

Sebastian ran his fingers to the zip of her skirt, and with a quick tug, he let it fall to the floor. She pulled her legs together and tried to stop him from touching her beneath her soft pink underwear. But the pretty bows and white pinstripes only enticed him and made him grin.

"Naughty, naughty girl," he groaned, pushing his hand inside her panties, past her twisting cheeks and down further to her lips. "You need a nice hard fuck, don't you?"

Darla groaned, throwing her head back. As she did, he released his hand from her wrist and grabbed a bunch of her thick curls, twisting them around his fingers. Holding her like that, he used his other hands to rip her panties from her ass.

She let out a slight yelp as the material bit into her skin, then released and dropped away, leaving her exposed. As they floated downward, he twisted her around by the shoulders and hoisted her legs up - the movement pushing her up and into the wall.

With her thighs around his hips, Sebastian pulled his cock from his pants and pushed it, roughly, inside her. He held her ass and forced himself in and out of her tight little sex, and Darla's mind wondered if she was even resisting him anymore.

Without thinking, she had grabbed hold of him behind his neck - her fingernails scratching up into his thick hair. She allowed her body to move in time with him, curling and arching against him as he fucked.

"You're mine, you understand that, slut?" he growled, plunging deep into her.

"Yes! Yes!" she screamed in reply, unable to stop herself. "I'm yours!" Each word she spoke was punctuated by another deep hard thrust.

"You're fucking mine!" His chiding was as harsh in her ears as his cock was in her sex.

The intensity of such a hard pounding made Darla reach for the bookshelves either side of her head - her fingers grasping at something, anything, to hold onto and brace herself. He was relentless, and every time she tensed around him, he would groan and fuck her harder and faster.

Her screams grew louder, and more frequent - sounding out every time she exhaled. Feeling it rise inside of her, he took a hand to her throat and squeezed it against the wall.

She tried to gasp, searching his eyes as he choked her. But her body was responding to the restriction, and began tightening every muscle in her body. The constriction of his cock by her warm wet sex was so powerful that he came inside her, violently.

As the hot streams of his cum hit inside her, Darla reached her Rubicon. Seeing this in her face, Sebastian released her neck and she began gasping desperately. The rush of oxygen made every piece of her light up, and she let out shrill screams of ecstasy.

Sebastian cupped her mouth, to stem the noise, and rocked inside her until ever last droplet was squeezed out. When she had finished gasping, he lowered her legs to the ground, pulling away as he did.

Darla took a moment to gather herself, then, without looking at her boss, grabbed her skirt and began pulling it up over her thighs. Straightening her blouse and toying with the matted hair behind her head, she rushed to the door. Shock and delight battled for expression on her face.

Fighting a smile, she finally looked at him. He looked pleased, so she let out a small nervous laugh and opened the door.

As she turned to close it behind her, she noticed a flash of pink dangling from his hand. Sebastian was twirling her torn panties around his forefinger.

"I'll keep these," he told her, with a chuckle, and dropped them inside his desk drawer.

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Guest Writer Ignaga: Tongue Tied

2010-10-26T06:07:00.000-07:00

This story was submitted to me by Ignaga, a contact of mine on Facebook.

So, thanks Ignaga, for this delicious little taste.

Love, licks and lashings,
-Lil

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I don't know how long I have been asleep on the sofa for, but when I come round it is dark, very dark. In fact, with the blindfold on I can not see anything. I go to pull it away from my eyes, and then I realise I am going nowhere, I can feel the bindings around my wrist. Not tight, but tight enough to keep me in place. Deprived of sight I strain my ears, hoping my other senses would somehow be able to get me free.

I smell her delicate fragrance before I hear her breathing, a heady scent that lingers, intoxicating me. Then I feel the warmth of her breath on my neck, moving upwards, making my skin pucker into goose bumps. I hear her stifle a mischievous giggle as her soft lips brush against my cheek. I try to speak but she puts what I assume is a finger on my lips and whispered "Shh!" then she is gone again.

The scent returns, filling my nostrils again and I hear movement by the side of me. I feel the caress of her breath on my face and she kisses me. A gentle brush of her warm, moist lips at first, then more lingering, more passionate. My pulse rises and her hands start to unbutton my shirt. She pulls it open and her kisses trace a line down my neck and over my chest, her hands caress my sides. Then I feel her astride my thighs, the gentle pressure of her body on my legs is followed by the feeling of flesh on flesh. She lies on top of me and showers more kisses onto my cheeks and neck and I can feel her breasts against me, soft, moist and comforting.

Again she traces a line of kisses down my neck, and across my chest, this time further down, stopping at the top of my jeans. Her hands join her lips at my waist and she begins loosening the denims, first the button, then with a gentle pull the fly comes undone. She giggles again and slides down my legs towards my feet, easing my jeans over my swollen manhood and down towards my thighs.

Another shift of her weight tells me she is moving and I feel her get off me. I hear movement again, catch that now familiar aroma of her perfume, then feel the warmth of her breath on my exposed chest. She plants another line of soft, gentle kisses down my stomach, over my hips and down to my thighs. I try to shift my position but the bindings around my wrists and ankles hold me fast. Her kisses begin to trace a line back up the inside of my leg, over my boxer shorts and back to my stomach. Her hands caress the outsides of my thighs and then she eases the elastic of my remaining clothes down.

Warm kisses across my stomach are followed by what I think is a gentle lick, one of her hands glides across my thighs and touches me. I feel the warmth of her breath on my crotch and then the feeling of moist warmness as she takes me in her mouth. Her hands and tongue working in perfect harmony, dancing across my skin. My whole body twitches with waves of pleasure as she teases me with her tongue, her hair falling across my stomach tickles, the warmth of her breasts around my length. I feel the heat of her lips around me again and the tightening of my muscles as my juices flow. Panting and twitching I am oblivious to my surroundings now.

I feel the embrace of her breath on my neck, she giggles again, kisses me and is gone.

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The Seduction of Diana

2010-10-26T01:44:00.000-07:00

This is my take on a story that was told to me by a lovely young lady I talk with online - how she met her female lover.

When they talk about their loving relationship, it makes me my heart light up. So, D & S, this is for you.

(I hope you don't mind that I've taken a little creative license with the details!)

With love, licks and lashings,
-Lil

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The bar was dimly lit: red lanterns sat over the bulbs that hung from the ceiling and filled the air with a deep sensuality.

Diana pours the last of the vodka mixer into her mouth, her red lipstick leaving a signature on the glass. The ice clinks as she places the empty tumbler on the table and looks across to her boyfriend, who is finishing up the last drops of his own drink.

"Another?" Diana suggests, sliding from the booth where they sat, and clutching her purse.

He shakes his head and she proceeds to the bar, edging past groups of happy drinkers. She notices an open space at the bar and heads towards it. The bar sticks to the bare skin of her arms as she leans against it, motioning for the attention of the bartender.

Beside her, the girl who she will eventually know as Stella, nudges in - squeezing between Diana and a man on her left. Stella leans towards Diana, speaking softly, but boldly.

"Heya," she starts, and Diana turns. "I saw you with that guy, and you looked wrong... I could make tonight special for you..."

Diana pays the bartender for the drinks she's ordered, quiet to Stella's advances.

"If you're interested, I'll be in the bathroom in five minutes. If you come... you'll cum." Stella smiles and walks away as Diana sucks back the vodka in front of her. She takes the strong liquid in her mouth and swallows hard.

Diana can't believe this girl would speak to her like that. But something in her stirs. Everything she had been taught fought against her, but her body urges her on. Though filled with anticipation, her curiosity gets the best of her. Just... what would happen if she did go?

Bound by Stella's intoxicating invitation, Diana places her glass down on the counter and walks to the bathroom. She feels her legs trembling with each step.

Before she realises, she's there - in the bathroom. Stella meets her and they stand in front of the dirty bathroom mirror, decorated in the sordid messages of drunken lipstick pens.

"Well hello," smirks Stella. "I knew you would come... And if you want... I'll make you cum again."

As she speaks, she slips her hand underneath the floating hem of Diana's dress, making her way purposely between her thighs.

Diana, shocked by the words and the way Stella is stealing up her body, raises her hand. She slaps Stella's cheek.

Stella returns her face from the impact and speaks lowly, her eyes piercing, "So, you are a naughty, mean girl."

She slaps Diana back and pulls her into the cubicle, her firm grasp sending tingles over Diana's skin, turning her hairs on end. The woman is powerful, yet sensual, and Diana cannot help but give in to her.

In the cubicle, Stella has Diana against the wall, her hands again between the long, warm thighs. She works her fingers around the damp panties and feels the wetness of her sex. Pushing upwards, she holds Diana to her, entering her.

Stella fucks with her fingers, pushing in and searching inside Diana's sex. She smiles as Diana gasps and grabs her shoulders for support, the penetration making her weak with pleasure.

With one hand on the cubicle wall next to Diana's rolling neck, Stella gains leverage and forces her hand faster and deeper. Each thrust of her arm brings Diana closer to her orgasm. Each withdrawal of her fingers grazes the inside of her sex, making her long for yet another strong advance.

Soon, Diana cannot fight her body any more. She let's herself come to the rocking of Stella's arm, it's fingers extended beneath her dress. She orgasms, as Stella had promised - a harsh, awakening climax that pulls them close together.

Diana comes down, in Stella's arms, alive with a blossoming internal knowledge. A knowledge they shared.

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And this, dear Readers, was only the beginning. Perhaps it is at the core of their love that, over time, Stella got Diana to realise who she really was.

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Coveting Thy Neighbour (Part 2)

2010-10-25T06:02:00.000-07:00

I do apologise for taking so long to put out the second part to this story. For all you loyal readers, here it is.

In Part 2, Beth must progress into complete submission before Don will take her.

If you need to catch up, read Part 1 here.

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Beth lies on the table, her consciousness flirting with some other reality. She's caught on the precipice between pleasure and complete sexual submission. Her uncertainly for what Don had made her feel rings out and makes her tremble.

He is unravelling her...

Don muses, running his fingers over Beth's steaming skin. Beads of her perspiration relent to his touch and drag in its wake. He smiles and adores the way she yields to him - has yielded to him. Physically he has controlled her body, and by doing so, he has entered her mind. In this state he can take what he needs from her.

He wants her to prove herself as his submissive. He needs her to beg for his domination before he can fuck her - before he can feel alive inside of her.

Don takes the knife he'd used earlier to remove Beth's panties, and slashes at the ties holding her ankles to the table. She is weak from her orgasm and doesn't struggle as he turns her over. Her arms cross, still held to the tops of the other table legs.

Pleased that she does not fight him, Don allows her feet to remain free. Her toes reach for the floor and push against it, on tip-toe.

Holding his hand against Beth's ass, so beautifully presented, with her body bent over the edge of the table, Don begins to speak.

"Beth, I believe that you have, within you, the great desire to be dominated."

Beth's ears pricked up, dragging her down from the floating sensation that still lingers, like wordless poetry, after her orgasm. Not just her orgasm, but the -way- she had climaxed. The way she was controlled. The way pleasure and pain were forced upon her, and her body - through that climax, accepted it.

"And I, myself, need to dominate you. I -must- have you submit to me," he went on. The words were harsh against the soft, cloudiness in Beth's head.

"I am going to test you, Beth." His hand caressed her bottom, cupping and tracing its outline. "It is a test of trust; trust in that I know what is best for you. I know how far you must be pushed. I know how much you can take."

Beth felt the fear rise in her. She arched up and turned to him, seeing the seriousness in his glare. Her heart beat harder, persistent against her chest. She closed her eyes, squeezing them tight, as if she could force this reality away.

"I know that your body will try to resist me. You will feel the need to make me stop. But, you must trust that I know what you need."

He picked up the panties from the floor and held them in front of her face, the roll of duct tape hung around his wrist. Beth squirmed at the sight of it, remembering how she'd woken to find it inside her mouth, how it had stopped her screams for help from being heard.

"I'm going to gag you again," Don told her. "Because I know that you do not trust me, yet. And you will try to tell me to stop. But I will release you from it once I feel you are nearing your limit. By then, you will know when to tell me to stop."

Though she shook her head away, he gripped her chin and forced the underwear between her lips. And though she tried to push it out with her tongue, he held it in place and secured it with the duct tape. Beth moaned furiously into the gag, but he ignored her and returned to her ass.

Lightly, he began slapping her ass cheeks, laying his hand against it with the slightest smacking sound. Gradually the spanking increased in speed and impact, Beth, as Don had predicted, screaming into the gag for it to stop.

The other men were watching on with interest. They had been mere tourists, willing, but unconscious participants in Beth's domination - but though she could see them, they were barely there. They did not matter. All that mattered was Don, and his test.

The slaps were countless, pounding Beth's ass, causing it to glow and sear. Even the air that rushed into the vacuum of his receding palm would cut and graze at her skin. She felt she could take no more, but he continued, each smack compounding with the pain of the last.

Beth writhed, trying to shift the focus to an area less beaten. As she did, she noticed how the lips of her sex slipped against each other. She was growing wetter still. The shame and agony of the spanking had not deterred her body's arousal, she marvelled.

It was a beautiful feeling. The pain sliced the world away. It cut away everything else outside this moment. Everything else no longer existed. It made things clearer.

And he was right, she had taken more pain than she would have thought - would have allowed.

Don saw her head drop to the side, and though she reeled from each slap, she was accepting it. He instructed Harry to take off her gag.

The underwear seemed to fall from her mouth in slow motion. Each slap drove against her, bringing its pain and, with it, the wearing down of her resistance. Beth imagined it as if each impact was knocking another brick out of the wall in her mind.

"Please stop, Sir." Then, to Don's delight, she added, "You have found me... and I am yours."

"Good girl," he soothed.

She longed for him to hold her now. Take her in his strong arms and hide her shame. She did feel shame. Everything she knew - had learned - stood in steady opposition to this submission. She was a strong woman - independent and proud - yet she lay there, subdued by force, her ass stinging red.

But he did not hold her, though he could see the tiny hairs on her skin prick up in anticipation. She would get what she wanted... after he got his.

"Would you like me to fuck you, now?" Don asked.

Beth nodded sincerely, "Yes, Sir. Please."

"I will do so, for you have proven yourself. But, understand, that with pleasure, must come pain."

She nodded again. Whatever the consequences, she needed him inside her. Her void could only be filled by his closeness. Already she missed his touch, though he was only a few feet away.

To her delight, he moved towards her. He turned her over onto her back again, her arms twisting back to how they had been - held wide apart on the table.

"For each thrust of my cock, you must give your pussy to a slap with this belt," Don explained and Beth's eyes widened. But he had already made her trust him before, and she must again - trust that he would only do to her what she could stand.

So it began. The belt wrapped in his hand as he dealt her five strikes across her exposed sex. Then, as she suffered from the pain, he pulled himself inside and thrust into her five times. She moaned in pleasure, begging for it to continue, but he receded and began to whip her with the leather again.

Beth cried out, pulling her legs against the bonds that held them apart, trying to close them together to stop the pain. But, it was no use, and her body was made to accept another five lashes of the belt.

It continued like this, each series of punishment being equally rewarded by his lunging cock. Beth fought the pain and relaxed into the pleasure - her body torn between the two sensational extremes.

Don was bringing her to a climax now - a higher, truer climax. She could no longer fight it and submitted to the whipping. She took the pain and found pleasure in the pressure it provided. Each time the leather hit, she wished it would collect her clit with the impact.

He had been pressing deep inside her, and she was so close. Her eyes welled with pleasure, threatening to capsize. And as he struck her sex, it bounced against her clit and pushed her to that place. She was falling down and flying upwards, crying and gasping in joy. The poignancy overthrew her and she submitted to the long, encapsulating orgasm.

As he saw her come to the slap of his belt, his insides rejoiced and he plunged into her, letting the grip and flow of her orgasm engulf him. He came hard against the strong push of her sex.

Beth's eyes, watery with passion, met his own and they breathed together.

Don stumbled backwards, dazed from the unexpectedly strong climax. He motioned for the other men, watching on with mouths agape, to come over. They could use her as they wished. He permitted it - for she was now his.

And as they invaded her, coating her with their streams of cum, from every angle, Beth didn't care. She was gliding across the room, fixated only on her Master.

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Chained to the Job

2010-10-24T05:37:00.000-07:00

Ms Nina Hanson is back in this second installment of The Erotic Office - to teach these two subordinates how to work together.

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Jennifer marched into her boss' office, shoving the door open, Phil, hustling in after her.

Their boss, Nina Hanson, looked up, unimpressed by the interruption. She brought her hands from the keyboard she'd been typing at and folded her arms under her breasts.

"Well?" leading them to explain themselves. It was Thursday afternoon and she was tired from a long week of back-to-back meetings.

"Neens," Jennifer began, calling her boss by her office nickname, trying to appeal to perhaps some female camaraderie.

"I can't work with him anymore. It's impossible!" Jennifer threw her hands into the air as if to say she had given up.

Phil, stepped forward - he was eager to defend himself. "You're the one that's impossible," he hissed, his pointed finger jutted towards Jennifer and he narrowed his eyes.

Then he stepped forward and placed both of his hands on Nina's desk, "We -know- what you're like." His eyes looked sideways as he addressed his boss - his intention: to invoke Jennifer's short temper.

Nina just raised her eyebrows. She could see she was going to have to deal with these two...
"Phil, you're unbelievable!" Jennifer blasted back. "I've been waiting for your input on this report for a -week- now! I can't believe it's come to this."

Nina said nothing and gestured towards the open doorway, through which disturbed workers could be seen to be listening to the commotion

Her two subordinates grew silent and stiff. Jennifer dropped her chin and bit her lip. Phil, relaxed his hands to his side and pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he realised how childish he was being.

Looking from one of them to the other, Nina sighed and asked, "So, you've come in here to show me how terrible you are at working as a team?"

Jennifer stared at the floor, embarrassed, but Phil protested, "It's not really me that's the issue here, Neens."

"You may address me as Ms, Hanson," Nina corrected quickly. "Because, right now, I don't feel particularly affectionate towards either of you. I expected better than this from my Creative team." Her brow furrowed as she scolded them.

"I-I'm sorry... Ms Hanson." started Phil, tripping over his words. "It's just that it's honestly Jennifer that's causing the fuss here."

Jennifer scoffed, opening her mouth to speak, but Nina raised her index finger and shot her a warning look.

She stood and, with another sigh, pointed out the doorway to the large double doors down the hall. "Conference room. Now." Her authoritative tone slightly startled the co-workers and they immediately jostled through the doorway.

Taking something shiny from her desk, Nina followed her employees down the hallway, admiring the way Jennifer's grey business skirt pinned to her round, firm ass she she walked.

They arrived at the conference room doors and Nina produced a key, strung around her neck and attached to an extendable elastic cord, from behind the lapels of her dark black blazer. The matching black skirt pulled tight against her curvaceous form as she bent towards the lock on the door, placing the key inside it.

She pulled the door open and pressed her back against it, inviting Jennifer and Phil in with a twist of her outstretched wrist. They brushed past her obediently.

Phil entered first, taking a seat in the middle of the long table that took up most of the rectangular room. Nina walked to the chair to Phil's right, and placed her hands on it's back, drawing it away from the table.

"Sit here, Jennifer," she instructed, and Jennifer obliged, although reluctant to sit so close to Phil in the vast room.

With a hand on the shoulder of each of her subordinates, Nina lowered her head between their ears and spoke: "I'm very disappointed in both of you. And, being the type of manager I am, I can't sit back and let this kind of unrest go on."

"Now," she continued, as she stood up straight. "Lift your hands and join them together."

Exchanging dirty glances, Jennifer and Phil reluctantly raised and placed their respective left and right hands together between them.

"Good," Nina said, producing the shiny, clinking object she'd carried from her desk. She clasped one of the handcuffs around Phil's wrist. Jennifer withdrew uncertainly, letting go of Phil's hand, but Nina pulled it back and applied the other cuff to her wrist.

She walked to the other side of the table and stood before them. Like children they jerked their hands back and forth, struggling against each other in an effort to get comfortable.

"This," said Nina, holding the glinting key between her two fingers, like a cigarette. "Is a key. But it is not the key to your release."

She lifted her skirt and tucked the key into the top of her suspended stockings.

"If you want, you can go back to your desks and try and do your work... together... like that, which is barely different from what you do now. You fight against each other, though you don't realise you both want the same thing."

The two chained employees looked at each other uncomfortably, out of the corners of their eyes.

"Or," Nina offered the alternative. "For you to gain your, presently undeserving, freedom from these handcuffs. You will need to impress me - by working together as a team."

"And," she continued, dragging a chair away from the table so that she could sit. She crossed one of her thighs over the other - the key in her stocking catching the light enticingly. "For any team to work well together, you'll need to identify and embrace each others strengths and weaknesses."

Phil joined Nina in eyeing Jennifer's breasts. The taut pale-pink material was barely held together by the straining buttons down the front.

"Help her get a little more comfortable," she ordered suggestively, though they could all see she wasn't going to take no for an answer.

Jennifer went to unbutton her blouse, but Nina interrupted, "Let Phil do it. Let him -help- you, Jennifer."

Phil's hands took over and, for a moment, he forgot that this woman had frustrated him so much. He let his eyes soak up the sight as he revealed her full breasts. They looked so soft and round. He wanted to eat them - place his mouth around them, suck them inside, bite them.

Nina snickered behind her red lips and remarked, "And now Phil shows his weakness." It was a harsh innuendo and it made all eyes glance between Phil's legs. They saw what he had been feeling as he'd opened Jennifer's blouse. His pants were not loose enough to hide the engorged cock that had grown behind them.

"Phil is as easily distracted as he is... inspired. He has a short attention span, he wastes time, struggles to stay on topic..." said Nina, rattling off Phil's poorer qualities. "But, despite this, Jennifer, this perverted man is your colleague. Your team mate. And you cannot always choose who you work with, but you must make it work."

Nina looked at Jennifer and asked smoothly, "So, with your breasts on show like that, how do you think you can help Phil concentrate. Bearing in mind that you need to embrace his weaknesses, can you think of any way you can get him to focus again - alleviate his distraction?"

Jennifer looked confused, her breasts rising up and down as she breathed heavily. She pushed her chest towards Phil, watching as Nina nodded in approval.

Nina cocked her head to the side and tilted it, mouth slightly open, motioning for Phil to engage. He didn't need much encouragement and buried his face between the breasts before him, mouth closing and nibbling at the full mounds of flesh.

Jennifer arched her back in pleasure, pressing her breasts against the wet, lapping tongue that was making her nipples stand erect. She ran her fingers through his thick brown hair as his head moved over her.

It was fun to watch her toys play with each other, Nina thought. Directing them as if they were mindless puppets that were suddenly becoming conscious, learning.

"I want you to suck his cock," she said.

Jennifer knelt on the floor between his thighs and took his cock from his pants, allowing a moan to escape her throat as it closed around Phil's hardness. She coated it with saliva, and sucked it hard, forcing groans from it's owner.

Phil used his advantage of having Jennifer's wrist secured to his to pull her hand to his cock. He clasped his hand over hers, guiding it up and down against the base, while the head was enclosed between her lips. Peach lipstick smeared from Jennifer's lips and coated his thick stem as she sucked.

"Don't you dare come without permission, Phil," Nina warned. "I need you to save some of that for Jennifer's pussy. Speaking of which... Phil, help Jennifer get those panties down."

Jennifer stood and with their hands held together, the two coworkers reached up her skirt and pulled the damp underwear to the floor.

"Jennifer, you are to sit on the table with your legs spread," Nina ordered, then added, "And from now on, you aren't to wear panties to work. Is that understood?" Jennifer nodded, shyly and sat on the table like she'd been told. Phil, held close to her by the handcuffs, stood before her, pants undone.

"Fuck her," she commanded.

Phil edged between the open legs in front of him and slid his cock into Jennifer's wet sex. They both gasped, hot and nervous with the new developments.

Nina rocked back in her chair, crossing her ankles on the table and feeling the vibrations as Jennifer was pounded.

"Fuck her, harder. She can take it!" she ordered, smiling, and Phil quickened his pace, grunting - low and guttural.

Jennifer gasped as Phil pushed into her, harder and deeper, for Nina's amusement. But she wasn't above enjoying it herself. As Phil moved into her, his groin pressed against her exposed clit. It send waves of intense pleasure that mounted on the sensations in her sex, as it was so boldly fucked.

She was reaching her climax, Jennifer - meeting Phil's thrusts. He was gripping her hard around the ass, struggling against his own desire for release.

Sensing this, Nina permitted, "If she comes, you can come with her."

"Come," he urged, whispering into Jennifer's ear and nibbling its lobe. He reached between her legs so that each thrust brought with it a flick of his finger across her clit. She moaned louder and louder, squeezing around him.

The feeling grew inside her, rising like a tide until she could hold it back no more. Jennifer screamed and the waters of pleasure washed over them both, Phil unable to stop himself from coming deep against her flow.

"Now that's teamwork," Nina laughed, taking her legs from the table and clapping.

Breathless, Phil withdrew and Jennifer looked at him, biting her lip, slightly ashamed at how she'd made his cock shine. He looked relieved, and offered her a consoling pat on the ass as she slid from the table.

Taking the key from her stocking, and bringing it over to unlock them, their boss looked proud. She stroked Jennifer's hair and winked at Phil, then turned from the room. They followed hurriedly.

Nina opened the double doors and cleared her throat loudly to get the attention of the office floor. The other employees craned their heads over the tops of the cubicle walls. Many were eager for the boss' approval and gathered closer, wheeling over in their chairs and leaving their desks to lean against the cubicle closest.

"It has -come- to my attention," she began, her voice calm but firm. "That there may be certain teamwork issues in this office. Knowing your colleagues well and being able to work together to reach your common goals is vital. Failure to do this should be considered a weakness - a weakness, that I will not tolerate. I've just dealt with one occurrence of poor teamwork in the Creative department."

Nina turned and gestured towards Phil and Jennifer, who were standing red-faced, behind her - their hair and clothes, ruffled.

"I'm sure," she continued, "Phil and Jennifer will be most willing to share their lessons with you and lead you in your own team-building exercise should you identify similar issues within your own teams."

With that, Nina strode, on her long, nylon legs, back to her office - her firm, skirted ass in tow.

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Quickie: The Invasion (A Non-consent Fantasy)

2010-10-23T22:58:00.000-07:00

Note to readers: This is only a fantasy, and I do not condone such non-consensual actions in Real Life.

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It was late and Kate had given up waiting for her date to come over. Men, she thought, with a sigh.

And what a waste - she'd been seeing this guy, Frank, for a few weeks now. They'd been getting along great: seen a couple of movies, eaten a few dinners, chatted to the early hours of the morning. She'd even hinted that tonight would be -the- night. And she'd meant it - had gone shopping that day at the lingerie shop in her local department store.

But there she sat, alone. A half-empty bottle of wine, a pair of half-burnt-out candles, all dressed up in satin and lace with nobody to appreciate it.

With quiet resignation, Kate grabbed the wine glasses (one used and one, sadly, still clean) by the stems and took them to the kitchen. She opened one of the top cupboards and slid the unused glass back amongst it's set, then placed the other on the sink.

Her heart fluttered as she heard a knock at the door. Was it Frank? Was he here, finally?

Kate rushed to her room to grab a dressing gown, tying it around her waist - a guy this tardy did not deserve to be greeted at the door by a half-naked woman. She was just going to see what his reason was, in case he could actually explain how some unforeseen even had rendered him unable to show up, answer the phone or her text messages.

The knocks on the door were repeated - louder, impatient. Angered further by this, Kate pulled the door open rashly.

But as she did, a blur of black rushed across her vision. Hands grabbed at her face, covering her eyes and mouth. More hands held her wrists, and she was dragged quickly, struggling, kicking into her house - someone knocking the front door closed behind them.

Kate tried crying out and biting into the hand over her mouth. But this only brought her a hard slap across the cheek.

She was forced half onto the couch, face first. One man straddled her shoulders and held the back of her head down with his knee. Kate swung her restricted arms, screaming into the couch in vain, and trying to pinch and scratch all she could.

"You might wanna settle down, whore," laughed the man on top of her. "Or you'll pay for it later, two-fold."

The other man was leaning against her legs, pushing them into the carpet. He had grabbed one of her wrists and was securing a thick rope around it. He then proceeded to loop the rope between her thighs, fighting with her to spread them enough to get his rope through.

Angry with her strong resistance, he said to the other man, "Start counting the punishments we're going to give her."

"I think we're at about ten by now, aren't we, honey?" laughed the other man, slapping her face repetitively, with mild force - enough to humiliate her. "She's quite the feisty one."

The rope had been woven through her thighs, pulled up high and tight against her sex, and secured around each wrist. She was now a little easier to control, her arms were unable to flail anymore, but her legs still kicked and bucked, trying to force the men off her.

The man looped and wrapped another length of rope between her legs, tying them together tightly. He then did the same to her ankles so that one leg could not move without the other, and the weight of them holding her down gave her very little movement at all.

Finished binding her, the man switched his attention to admiring Kate's slim, writhing form. Adoring the way the rope bondage he'd applied had pushed up and gathered her clothing, he slowly untied the dressing gown around her waist and let it slide away effortlessly against the satin slip she wore underneath.

"Look what this bitch is wearing," he remarked. "She was fucking sitting here, waiting for it. Oh I'm gonna pound this slut -so- hard."

"I bet she'll like that," said the other man, grabbing a fist of her hair, and pulling her back so he could talk right into her eat. "You'd like that wouldn't you." he growled again, his hot breath all over her neck and cheek, and he pushed her head forward again.

The two men grabbed her restricted body and brought her around to the side of the couch, bending her roughly over the arm of the seat. The ropes rubbed roughly against her legs and her sex. Her face, turned to the side - her cheek thrust heavily into the leather - Kate panted and screamed loudly.

"I'll shut her up," said one of the men, kneeling on the couch in front of her. Kate heard the clink of his belt unbuckling.

He grabbed her by the hair and slapped his hand against the cheek. "No, teeth," he barked. "Or we'll add to your punishment count." With that he forced his cock to her mouth and began thrusting in and out of her tightly sealed lips.

The other man had positioned himself behind her and tore at the material covering her sex. Her lace panties revealed her sex and he spat at it to lubricate it, preparing it for his cock. He began alternating between rubbing the head of his hard cock against her slit and administering her punishment - hard, painful smacks against her bare ass. His hand occasionally fell across part of her sex, sending stronger stings through the sensitive nerve endings.

"You get ten for being such a naughty girl earlier," he laughed, spanking her hard, and deliberately counting only every second or third swipe. He delivering probably twenty or more swift, searing strikes to her rear.

Unable to control himself at the sight of her pink, spanked ass, he forced himself inside her, his cock squeezed tight between her sex. "I love fucking them like this," he observed. "They're so tight when their legs are tied together!"

Kate gagged on the cock in her mouth as the two men thrust deep into her from both ends. The sensation of her throat caught around his cock made the man in front cum hard and deep. She coughed, choking on his come and then gasped for air as he withdrew from her mouth.

Satisfied, the man began berating her. "Tell us what a dirty whore you are," he said. "Tell us how you love being fucked like this."

But she refused. She turned her head away, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of degrading her further.

Suddenly she felt pressure against her anus. The man fucking her was pushing his thumb against her tiny ass hole. Kate called out in protest.

"Tell us what a dirty whore you are, or he'll fuck you in the ass," the man in front spoke slowly and clearly. As the terms were dictated, the other man reinforced their intent with two sharp slaps to her ass.

"No!" She protested, as the man behind her eased his cock from her sex and began pushing it against her ass. He circled it around, moving it hard against the opening, but not yet penetrating.

"Say it," the man in front of her ordered, his hand gripping her chin. "Or you'll get it in the ass."

Kate had never had anal sex. Any time she'd tried with any of her partners, they'd had to stop soon after they'd started as it had caused her too much pain. She couldn't let them take from her what she'd never been able to give a lover.

"I'm a whore!" she yelled, desperately, trying to save her ass. "I'm a dirty whore! I love it! But, please. Please! Don't fuck my ass! Please!"

"What are you?" the man looked hard into her eyes and, smiled, encouraged by her pleading admissions.

"A slut," she cried, her eyes sincerely begging him not to let the man take her ass.

The man behind her was disappointing, protesting, "She doesn't sound so sincere. I'm going to take her ass, anyway." The man in front of her grabbed her mouth as the other thrust against her. He invaded her where she'd never let anyone before and she screamed into the hand.

Soon, with his cock deep inside, rigorously fucking her, the man began to finish, strongly. He filled her hole with his cum and pulled away.

As they rose and left her they slapped the cheeks of her face and behind with cheap acknowledgement. They walked to the front door, fastening their pants around their waists, and left her, lying bound and limp across the lounge.

The door slammed closed and they left as abruptly as they had come.

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Her Pink Mistress (Part 2)

2010-10-22T14:54:00.000-07:00

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Now, where were we?

"Now that you've had your pleasure, little one," Jane said sweetly. "Don't you think I should get a turn?" Jane's fingernails grazed across the satin slip as she spoke.

Adele lifted her head, her eyes widening, and she wondered what Jane meant.

Jane placed two fingers to her own mouth and smiled again. She turned to the selection of toys on the shelves behind her and pondered what she would use next.

And so it continues...

As she scanned her wall of devious toys and torture devices, Jane's eyes came to rest on a pair of alligator clip-style nipple clamps. She pulled them from the hook they hung on, and walked towards Adele, dangling the clamps by the chain.

As the Mistress approached, Adele protested, "No.. I-I don't..."

"Shhh..." Jane interjected, her free hand pursed to her lips. "Just tell me if it gets too much."

Jane frowned. Adele's slip, though sitting high above her hips, was still covering her breasts and much of her torso. Jane grabbed at the material and pulled it down, the thin straps snapping and breaking away easily. The satin trickled and floated to the floor, tingling against the girl's skin as it fell.

"Much better," Jane laughed and wrapped her fingers around a nipple, pulling it to her lips.

She sucked it into her mouth, biting it lightly to hold it there as she licked and lapped. Adele's nipple grew harder in the warmth, and Jane pulled away.

With her fingers pulling it outwards, the Mistress placed the clamp's curved rubber sheaths either side of the nipple. Slowly, watching Adele's face carefully, she began sliding the ring along the shaft, towards Adele's nipple until she saw the girl open her mouth and gasp.

"Not bad, is it?" said Jane, smiling. Adele nodded slowly, adjusting to this new sensation as the same treatment was applied to her other nipple.

Jane tugged the chain between the clamps slightly, making Adele let out a small, pleasured yelp.

"Good girl," assured Jane, stepping back to admire her work. "You look so beautiful."

Moving closer, Jane began running her hands over Adele. She traced her nails lightly over the girl's stomach, sending shivers across the flesh. Then, she reached around and grabbed at her ass, smacking it softly.

With her hand firmly against Adele's ass, she asked, "How many spankings do you think you could take, my dear?" Jane words whispered against her toy's ear.

"Uh..." Adele had -never- been asked this question before. She was silent in confusion.

"Pick a number," Jane commanded. "Or I'll pick one for you."

"Two?" said the girl - breathless, anxious.

Jane laughed. "Higher than that." She paused for a response then said, "Come on, -quickly-, or I'll choose. And, I warn you, I'm a fan of high numbers."

"Seven," Adele blurted out before the Mistress could decide her fate.

"Seven, -what-?" Jane urged into Adele's ear, grabbing a fistful of hair as incentive.

"S-seven... Mistress?"

"Good girl." soothed Jane, releasing her grip to pat Adele's hair affectionately.

Jane's hand, still planted on the round buttock, began delivering sharp slaps to each cheek. Every slap harder than the last.

Adele stared ahead of her, counting the slaps in her head. Five... six... seven, at last! But the Mistress was still spanking her. Seven to each cheek, Adele realised, clenching her eyes and letting out a small moan from behind her lips.

The Mistress adored the involuntary little noises Adele made - that she forced out of her. She was filling with her own arousal. It was delicious guiding this sweet young thing through her first session.

Standing before her now, Jane's palm reached down between the stretched-apart thighs and held the girl's sex. "How's that little pussy now?" A light slap was dealt to Adele's soft, pink, wetness. She jumped a little as it struck.

"Still sensitive, I see." remarked Jane, slapping it a further five times.

Stepping back again, Jane circled her toy, appreciating how pink she'd made it's ass, and how wet she'd made it's sex.

"One more thing, before you perform for me," Jane said aloud, letting Adele hear what she was thinking.

The Mistress picked up a thick, black dildo from her shelf of phallic toys, and brought it to Adele's face.

"Show me how you suck cock," she instructed. Adele turned her face away and shook her head.

"Naughty, slut," Jane scolded and grabbed the girl behind her neck, pulling her back towards the cock. "You'll suck it. I know you like to suck cock. So, show me how you do it?"

Still reluctant, Adele kept her lips together, tightly.

"I see that you need to be taught to obey me." Jane smiled. "Which is funny, because I -clearly- enjoy hurting you much more than you like to be hurt."

Grabbing her riding crop from it's hook, the Mistress began administering it to Adele's body. She cropped her everywhere, sending searing strikes across her ass, her breasts, her sensitive inner thighs.

The girl writhed as much as she could in her bonds, twisting and gasping, shrieking each time the crop bit into her. But finally it ceased, with Jane bringing the crop head to rest over Adele's sex.

"I you don't obey me, I'll hit you here," she said, rubbing the crop around in the girl's juices. "Understood."

Adele, learning, nodded her head. Then, adding quickly, "Yes, Mistress."

"Good pet."

Again, Jane raised the dildo to Adele's lips, but this time it was accepted, willingly. Pushing it further into her mouth, Jane watched as the girl took it deep and circled her tongue against its underside.

"Very good," the Mistress noted, continuing to push the cock in and out between those soft, young lips.

"Thank you, Mistress," she uttered.

"Good girl," Jane cupped and stroked the girl's cheek. "Now. To your knees."

Adele complied, kneeling before the Mistress. Meek and uncertain, she bowed her head, still caressing her wrists as they adjusted to being -below- her head.

"Place your hands out in front of you. On the floor," Jane instructed, as her toy again complied.

With Adele poised there, on all fours, the Mistress did a quick circle around her, taking in the beautiful sight from behind, before walking to the side of the room. There, she took hold of a wooden chair and dragged it behind her, planting it in front of Adele's face.

"I've seen how well you suck cock," Jane began.

Placing an arm on the chair for balance, Jane lowered her pink panties to the floor and sat down. She spread her thighs either side of the face before her and, slouching down into the chair, pushed her sex towards the girl.

"Now, show me how well you can eat pussy."

Obediently, anxious to avoid another cropping, Adele lifted her lips and planted them between the Mistress' thighs. She breathed in the deep scent that now filled her nostrils, and began licking up and down the slit before her.

"Good girl," came the approval, and Adele licked deeper.

Jane took her toy behind the head and forced it closer, making her nuzzle between the labia. "You know where my clit is, slut. Now suck it like a cock."

Taking the clit into her mouth, the girl sucked it in. Her tongue rounded it and, to Adele's delight, the Mistress moaned. Encouraged, she sucked and licked faster, causing the clit to pulse in and out of her mouth.

Jane moaned louder. A strand of pink hair clung to the red lipstick on her open lips.

She lent back further and offered, "If you make me come, I'll give you a -special- reward."

Adele, continuing to lick and lash the clit with her tongue, realised how her own body was responding. Her glowing skin, fresh and pink from its earlier punishment began to respond to the idea of her eating this woman's sex. Her nipples, swinging with the weight of their clamps, tingled and the heat rose between her legs.

The girl moaned into Jane's sex as she ate, hungrily.

Soon the Mistress was gasping, alive with the attention. She grabbed her toy's head tightly and called out, "Good! Goooood little slut!" letting the waves of her climax splash streams of juice over Adele's face.

Jane stroked the girl's hair and complimented her. "You did well."

Adele blushed, her face shining - evidence of the Mistress' pleasure.

With her hand resting lightly over Adele's head, Jane said, "I think I -shall- give you that reward."

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By Request: Her Pink Mistress (Part 1)

2010-10-22T09:20:00.000-07:00

For & inspired by the pink-haired Miss Kc...

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Adele blew, sending a soft wave of air floating between her toes. She was painting her toe-nails a fresh shade of "Petal Pink".

"That looks cute, Del," Fiona remarked, smiling. Fiona was Adele's best friend and they were enjoying a quiet night of bubbling wine and pampering together.

"Are you sure your step-mom doesn't mind you having me over?" Adele asked. Fiona's step-mother, Jane, was known to be fairly strict sometimes, even though she was only 25 - barely older than Fiona herself.

It was mostly these reasons that led Fiona to dislike her. She suspected that Jane had married her father for his money, and she was disappointed in him for falling for Jane's seduction. Leather, lace and big red lips, thought Fiona. How obvious could you get? Still, her father had eaten it up, and they were married within months.

But Adele was intrigued by Jane, with her bright pink hair, and tight, laced bodices that poked above the buttoned cardigans she often wore. Jane seemed to walk everywhere with purpose, with confidence. Adele could see why Fiona's father liked her...
"I think she's sexy," admitted Adele, sheepishly.
"I know," laughed Fiona. Then quickly, she added, "Gosh, is this wine making you drunk? I feel a little dizzy."

"You should lie down." said Adele, with concern, helping her friend to the bedroom.

Adele assisted Fiona with her clothes and shoes. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and brought the blankets up to the girl's shoulders.

"I'll get you a glass of water," she offered, tracing a gentle finger down her friend's cheek. Adele stood and made her way to the kitchen, grabbing a clean glass from the cupboard above the sink, and filling it halfway with cool water from the fridge.

When she returned to the doorway, she saw that Fiona had already passed out, her hand hanging limply over the side of the mattress. She crept lightly through the room and placed the glass on the side table, then left as quietly as she'd entered.

In the guest room now, Adele changed into her silk night-time slip. It was satin, short and black, with two small slits over her thighs. Fiona had helped her choose it, saying she looked sexy the way it fell in a V between her breasts. Adele smiled as she remembered how they'd giggled in the lingerie shop change room.

But Adele, wasn't tired yet. She left the guest room and proceeded to the living room, reclining on the Chesterfield lounge that was pushed against the wall. The leather felt cool and firm against her bare legs.

Stretched across the couch, Adele flicked through the channels on the TV. No cable. Nothing to watch. After standing and flicking through the family's small DVD collection, she decided to explore the house a little more. They were rich, after all, and it might be exciting to look through the vast rooms decorated with sophisticated antiques and artwork.

She didn't hear anyone else in the house, so she made her way up the stairs, taking joy in inspecting each room as she lingered in their doorways. At the end of the upstairs hallway was a large pair of double doors. Deep mahogany wood framed the red cushioned velvet inserts on the doors. Adele was dying to see what was behind them.

Turning the gold handle and pushing open one of the doors, Adele's eyes widened. The room was amazing. Black paisley wallpaper sat above mahogany paneling on the walls. Several gold hooks held various leather whips and bonds. In the middle of the room, dangling from the ceiling by a chain was a pair of silver handcuffs.

Adele took a step inside the dimly lit room, scanning it, trying to take in all of these erotic objects. As she gazed at each of them, wondering how they would be used, her heart fluttered in her chest. She reached under her short black slip and touched her hand against her panties. Wetness had begun to soak through.

Suddenly, the door shut behind her and she turned. Standing there, leaning against the door -a vision below her pink hair- was Jane, Fiona's step-mother.

Jane's legs were clad with seamed, fishnet stockings that were clipped to a lacy garter belt. Her stomach was tucked by a black, leather corset, tied firmly at the back. The pink lace bra and panties she was wearing, showing either side of the corset, perfectly accented her hair.

Adele whipped her hand from between her legs. Embarrassed, her cheeks glowing pink, she stuttered, "Mrs Bardot, I-I'm sorry... I was just..."

"I know what you were doing, Adele," came the quick reply. Jane's brow furrowed. A loud click could be heard as Jane turned the latch on the door, locking it.

Jane moved to the walls where the leather whips and instruments were hung. She inspected them carefully, running her hands through the strands of a cat o' nine tails as she walked past it.

"Did you touch anything?" Jane asked sternly, turning to Adele.

"N-no... I was only looking... I... I'm sorry..."

"Quiet," Jane ordered, then mused for a moment, her harsher tone easing. "Perhaps you'd like to see how they work?"

Adele bowed her head, trying to hide her shame. She -was- curious, she thought. There was no harm in looking. She nodded her head.

"Come here, Adele," Jane beckoned, her palms open. She stepped to the centre of the room where Adele had shuffled to, meekly.

"See these?" Jane continued, pulling at the handcuffs hanging above them.

Adele looked up.

"These are so I can hold my toys in place, while I play with them." Jane pulled one of Adele's arms up and clipped it into the handcuff. "See?"

"And then... your other wrist goes in like this, and... there. You see?" Jane stepped back for a moment, admiring how the girl's back arched in this position - her breasts and ass forced to push outwards.

"This," Jane explained, "is where I keep the key." She pulled a silver key, linked onto a delicate silver chain around her neck, from between her breasts.

Adele smiled, thinking Jane would unlock her now, but Jane pressed the key back under the pink lace of her bra.

"But, you don't look like one of my toys," Jane said, sighing and shaking her head.

"W-why not?" Adele asked. She had thought she was a good looking girl, with well-proportioned breasts. And she worked hard at the gym to keep her stomach flat and her ass and thighs taut and lean. She was disappointed to hear that Jane didn't think she was good enough for her.

"Well," Jane began, cocking her head to one side "For starters, I usually use these leg restraints on my toys." She bent down, waving a leather cuff that was secured to the floor by another chain

"Maybe if I just... yes, that's much better," Jane remarked, securing one ankle, then the other.

The distance of the cuffs on the floor made Adele's legs spread apart. She suddenly felt intensely uncomfortable, vulnerable even, but, before she could ask to be released Jane spoke again.

"That looks a little bit better. But, my goodness, look at you."

With her legs stretched so far apart, Adele's black slip had ridden up above her hips. To her horror, Jane was looking directly at her panties, now so saturated they were showing a darker wet patch around her sex.

"You want to come, don't you?" Jane asked in a low, sensual tone. "I can see looking at all these toys has made you very wet. Would you like me to help you come?"

Adele stared at her, while she thought. She needed to come very badly. Her clit was aching to be touched, and her sex kept clenching itself, desperate for sensation. Being held in position like this, watching Jane's curvy body move around the room had made her so hot.

"It will be our little secret." Jane added. "I won't even tell Fiona you came up here. Come on, we both know you need it... Let me help you come."

"O..OK," Adele relented, shyly. She closed her eyes and turned her head to the side, embarrassed. But Jane had moved to a shelf on the side of the room, stacked with all kinds of phallic objects.

Jane drew her fingers across the selection of dildos and vibrators... stopping as she reached a pink vibrating wand. She grabbed the wand and waved it at Adele. Adele's eyes lit up. She loved using vibrators on her clit when she was home alone. This would satisfy her nicely.

Slowly, Jane drew her hands to Adele's panties and pulled them aside, applying the wand against her sex. Turning it on low, Jane rolled it across the lips of Adele's sex, coating it in her wetness.

Adele arched her back further, pulling against the restraints. The vibrations searing through her sex were incredible. She moved lightly against the wand, her juices letting her move easily and smoothly across its pulsations.

Jane turned the setting to medium, and used her fingers to part Adele's sex, so she could push the wand directly against her clit. Adele groaned madly, her pleasure mounting higher and higher, as the vibrations were administered hard and strong. Her sensitive sex soaked it up.

"Come on, let it go," Jane ordered. "I want to see the cum drip down all over this."

As ordered, Adele breathed deeper and sank against the wand as it rubbed into her clit. The vibration was turned to maximum, and the effect made Adele cry out and writhe her tense body faster in response.

"Come on, I wanna see you fucking come!" Jane's dominant tone sent shivers through Adele's body, pushing her further into ecstasy than she'd ever been pushed by anyone.

With that, Jane thrust two fingers inside the girl's sex and the sudden penetration urged Adele over the edge. Her orgasm was so intense her mind blanked, her thoughts abandoned her.

Savage screams echoed from Adele's throat, her body jerking involuntarily and cum squirting from her sex - she'd never squirted before. Wave after wave, each more agonizing than the last, swept across her body, each bearing its own, hard squirt. The sensation made her feel small and light, as if this feeling was bigger than her whole presence - and it encompassed her fully.

Adele's head rolled forward and her body slumped against the chains. She was so weak from climactic struggle that she was unable to support herself anymore.

As she came down, as if from a some greater height, Adele's consciousness scraped itself together. Her breath caught up with her and her panting subsided. She looked to Jane with marvel, as if she were a goddess. A goddess who had bestowed such a violent and maddening gift on her body.

"Thank you," Adele whispered with what energy she could muster.

"Thank you, Mistress," Jane corrected, with a wry smile.

"Mistress..." Adele repeated softly, her mind still floating, and tensed her muscles in an effort to revive them.

"Now that you've had your pleasure, little one," Jane said sweetly. "Don't you think I should get a turn?" Jane's fingernails grazed across the satin slip as she spoke.

Adele lifted her head, her eyes widening, and she wondered what Jane meant.

Jane placed two fingers to her own mouth and smiled again. She turned to the selection of toys on the shelves behind her and pondered what she would use next...

Read Part 2

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Guest Writer Demon Ted: Hotels & Handcuffs

2010-10-22T01:27:00.000-07:00

This story was submitted to me by my good friend, Demon Ted, and edited by me.

For all you male subs and female dommes out there, I think you will enjoy!

Love, licks and lashings,
-Lil

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She came shooting down the road in her not-quite-paid-off 1998 Honda Civic - cigarette in mouth, windows rolled down, going 50 in the 35mph zone. She was late for work again, but didn't seem to care.

Lisa worked at a hotel, cleaning rooms. Hotel 5 wasn't exactly the best place to stay, unless you like crackhead parties and 10 dollar hookers, but it was a job.

Pulling into the parking lot with a screech, Lisa got out of the car sighing. Thank god, it's my last day, she thought. After this I'm never coming back to this shit hole.

Lisa had given her two week notice 13 days ago, and today she couldn't be happier.

She entered the hotel lobby dressed like a rock'n'roll wet dream. Fishnet stockings and a rockin' dress - after all she going to see her favorite band Psychorhythm after work, hoping to knock a couple back and find "mister right". Wearing flats with her heels in the car, she was ready to find her next victim (or, for the romantic types: the next man to take charge of).

Cleaning rooms isn't the most exciting job in the world, but what happen to Lisa next, she would never forget.

"OK, lets get this over with" Lisa said to herself, opening the the door to the first of the 18 rooms she had to clean. Walking in, she couldn't believe what she saw. Lying on the bed there was a man who, to Lisa, would remain nameless. Each of his wrists was cuffed to a bed post.

Now Lisa, unlike most girls, was not alarmed - she was actually very pleased to see this. Not having any lovin' in a month can really have a toll on a girl like her.

Seeing Lisa, the man sat up and said, "Please help me! I've been here for 6 hours!"

Lisa with her usual audacity, asked "What's in it for me?"

The man was speechless, for he had nothing: no money, no clothes, no job. After all, he'd come here with a 10-dollar hooker, and she'd obviously seen what a sucker he was (and would definitely be today).

Lisa saw he had nothing and really could care less what happened to this guy. However, being the sex-starved bombshell that she was, she had an idea.

"Alright this is what is going to happen." Lisa said with authority. "You're going to do what I say, and then we will see about getting you uncuffed."

"Got it?" she prompted.

"Yes," the man answered, quietly.

"I don't what to hear a word out of you from here on out." Lisa ordered, walking towards the bed - her frustration relieving somewhat with her building excitement.

She straddled her knees either side of the man's face and sat down,. Her pussy pressed against his lips as she wasn't wearing any panties. He could taste he juices.

"You're going lick that pussy clean, is that clear?" she yelled.

He started to reply, then remembered her earlier instruction not to speak. He reluctantly opened his mouth and began licking lightly at the soft lips over his face.

"More," she command, moving her hips over his tongue. She pushed herself down, giving him a mouthful of her slick, wet pussy.

"Suck my clit, you piece of shit," she groaned as she thrust against him.

He obediently began searching her pussy with his tongue until he found it. She moaned and arched her back as he flicked against her clit, pleasure rising through her like steam from his hot touch.

He sucked her clit into his mouth, between his teeth, and she moaned again.

"That's it, slut, eat my pussy."

Something inside him was stirring as if he liked being abused this way - used like a fuck-toy for this woman's pleasure. He sucked her harder, her juices dripping down his chin.

Lisa was bucking against his face, forcing the man to lick and suck her, forcing him to pleasure her just as she liked.

"Oh good, you've finally got something for me to ride on," she remarked coldly, as she turned and noticed his hard cock, standing straight and stiff.

She edged herself off his mouth and dragged herself down his chest to his cock. Her wet pussy left a glistening trail of juices along his chest as she slid across him.

Lisa lowered her dripping pussy over his hard cock and took it full inside. With little thought for his pleasure, she began moving up and down on him, the smooth skin of her ass slapping into his balls as she did.

She heaved herself up and down his shaft, his body trembling with each impact. Lisa was fast and precise, her position applying his hardness right against her G spot, closing in on the edge of her ecstasy.

He was panting - eyes clenched, mouth open in desire and amazement. With her tightness snug around his cock, stroking it, he fought his urge to cry out.. her name, perhaps? But, he didn't even know this woman, though she used him so intimately.

As she neared on her climax, Lisa dragged her black-polished nails down his chest, and dug them into his sides. Her screams filled the room, long, and loud and primal. Like an animal.

Her orgasm left his cock and balls saturated in her juices. He could smell their sweetness in the air.

Lisa just laughed, eyeing the small silver key on the bedside table. She stepped towards it, pressing her black dress back down her thighs. For a moment, she dangled the key in front of her and watched him eye it, hopefully.

He nodded eagerly, he was desperate to be free of these restraints. To get out of here, perhaps finish himself off.

But to his dismay, Lisa only smiled and tucked the key between her breasts and turned from the room.

As she closed the door she tucked a "Do Not Disturb" sign from her maid's cart on the door handle. But paused, and turned it over so that it read "Please tidy my room".

With a satisfied smile, Lisa thought: To hell with the rest of the rooms! And, with a flick of her hair she turned and made her way from the hotel. She was off to see her favourite band.

And watch out boys, she thought, I'm already +1 for the day.

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Shhh...: Taken Amongst the Shelves

2010-10-21T04:33:00.000-07:00

"Shh... it's a library," came the cold, scowling hush of the Head Librarian, as she looked up from her desk.

Lilah gave her an apologetic glance as she bent down to collect her things. She had tripped and stumbled, dropping her bag as she entered the student library. Her belongings had clanged across the floor, causing everyone around her to stop and stare.

As she clambered to gather everything, she realised, with horror, that her pink, mini-vibe had skittered across the floor. It was lying next to a table leg on the other side of the Library foyer. She looked around quickly to see if anyone had noticed it, but they all seemed to have lost interest in her and were returning to their own business.

Glancing over to the table, she noticed a girl writing on a piece of paper up against the wall. Was that... Victoria? Victoria, or Tori as they called her, was quite popular among the campus. If she saw Lilah's little toy she would be sure to make the story known. But Tori seemed busy with what she was writing.

Lilah took a deep breath and walked quickly over to the table, preparing to crouch down and quickly pocket the vibe before anyone could see. But she was too late, as she bent over she saw only a pair of black leather boots where the vibe should have been...

Tori...

Shit, thought Lilah, her face reddening and her stomach tightening. Tori saw her vibe...

But Tori just smiled faintly at her, her big blue eyes, wide and searching. Tori dropped the vibe into Lilah's satchel and walked away, towards the back of the library.

Phew, Lilah sighed. Perhaps she wouldn't tell. Her heart was still high and thumping in her chest and she took a moment to let her body adjust to the relief.

Breathing easier, she made her way to the shelves where her research would take place. After selecting six or seven references, she took the pile of books to the tables pushed together in the east wing of the library. There weren't too many people in this area, so she selected a chair with it's back facing against the wall and piled her books onto the table.

It was quiet here. Only low coughs and whispers could be heard, sounds that were swiftly met with harsher shushes and tsks.

Lilah sat down and rummaged through her satchel for her notebooks, pulling them out and setting them on the table too. As she did this, she noticed a torn slip of paper float to the tabletop, as if it had been in her satchel and she'd whisked it out with her notebooks.

As the scrap of paper floated down in front of her, she noticed something written on it: Shhhh...

Weird, thought Lilah, brushing the paper aside. Perhaps she'd picked it up when she'd scrambled to retrieve her belongings from the floor.

She brushed a lock of her long, fiery red hair from her face and began opening the books, scanning the indexes.

Suddenly, she felt something brush against her ankle. She gasped and twisted to try and see under the table, but was met with a chorus of shushes. She sat up straight, her eyes darting around, falling back to the piece of paper. Was it an instruction?

Lilah shook her head and continued with her research, writing notes deliberately and furtively.

She felt the touch again... and froze. This time it was higher on her bare leg, tracing up her calf.

"What the.." she started...

"Shhhh..." echoed the chorus, drowning her out.

But the touch hadn't faded, and it was slowly climbing up her knee and onto her inner thigh.

"Who's there?" she whispered, as softly as she could. No reply - and the touch was gone.

Was she imagining things? Lilah thought back to her ridiculous entrance to the library and wondered if the earlier anxiety was making her paranoid. Exams were just around the corner. Essay deadlines too... Clearly, she -was- paranoid, she decided, twisting her legs, and tried to get back to her study.

A few moments went by, and though she swore she could feel the warmth of breath blowing against her naked legs, she tried to put it out of her brain. This was no time for distraction.

But then, it happened.

Soft hands grabbed her knees and pushed her thighs apart, cool air flowing against her cotton panties.

She couldn't help it - she shrieked. Loudly.

Through her panic, she saw the Head Librarian with two students, who were both pointing in her direction. Seconds later, the Head Librarian began marching towards her. With the hands still holding her thighs wide, Lilah was terrified.

The Head Librarian approached."What is the matter, girl? Are you ill?" she demanded, hands planted on her hips, a look of disapproval shooting over the rims of her half-spectacles.

Lilah stammered. She wanted to tell her that she cried out because there was someone under the desk. Someone touching her. But words failed her - stammering only mumbled syllables instead.

"If nothing is the matter," the librarian scolded, "then you will have to stop making such a fuss. There are others here trying to study. Exams are very soon, you know that. Have some respect or I'll have to have you banned from the library."

"B-banned?" Lilah managed to ask. How would she study for the exams?

"Yes." the librarian replied, coldly. "Now keep quiet. I don't want to hear another peep out of you." With that, the woman turned and left, shaking her head as she did.

The hands were still there. No, they were higher. They were stroking her thighs, taking delight in the goosebumps rising on Lilah's shivering flesh.

"Shhhh

The voice was female. Familiar. Lilah's breath caught in her throat as she realised who it was.... Tori.

The hands stopped kneading her thighs, and moved higher, finding the dent in her panties and running fingers up and down it.

Lilah sat frozen, her arms clutching at the books and papers on the table in front of her. Tori was touching her. Tori didn't care that she could get Lilah in trouble. Tori didn't care that Lilah didn't want to be touched.

The fingers on her panties, pushed in at her now, finding her clit beneath the fabric. Pressing a thumb against it, while another hand played with the seam of her panties at the top of her right thigh. They slowly found their way underneath the fabric and pulled it aside.

There she sat, stiff as a board, panting as quietly as she could, with another student under the table taking a long, hard look at her. Lilah was a mess, she couldn't think what to do.

With her panties pushed aside, Lilah felt her soft lips being pulled and poked, then... sucked. Oh fuck, she thought. Now Tori's mouth was on her sex.

Holding her thighs wider still, Tori took the soft, wet, labia in her mouth, sucking them away from the mound as she did. With her hands pressed into those soft lean thighs, Tori could feel the girl's muscles tense as her sex was twisted and pulled in Tori's mouth.

Delighted with the taste of this innocent-acting student, Tori wanted to taste more. She grabbed Lilah's ankles and pulled them, causing the girl's ass to slide to the edge of the chair. With her legs pressed apart again, Lilah's sex was now close enough to lick.

Lilah, forced to slump down in her chair, looked around - panicked. She wondered if anyone could see what was happening, and dared not make a sound to cause them to look over.

A student scouring the shelves on the other side of the table, looked at her quizzically and Lilah realised she had been sitting stiffly the entire time, not moving, not reading or writing.

She grabbed desperately at at book, held it up and opened it somewhere in the middle. She hoped it would appear as if she was reading, or at the very least, hide her face.

Below, a mouth met and kissed her sex. Fingers stretched the lips apart so the tongue could whip at her clit. Lilah fought every urge in her body to stop herself yelping, squirming.

The mouth closed around her clit and began sucking it harder, softer, then harder again. It was warm over her sex and Lilah tied to relax. She tensed up again as a thumb was pressing up against her opening. It slid around, threatening to enter her, and Lilah realised just how wet she had become.

Shame rose in her, reddening her cheeks, and she raised the book higher.

Tori's free hand grabbed at her thighs, pressing her fingers in as she lapped at the swelling clit. Her prodding thumb, swapped places with two fingers that slid and slipped around Lilah's wet opening.

Lilah began to shiver. Her clit, sucked hard and deep into Tori's mouth, her sex starting to ache. Ache? Yes, it was aching for something. Something to be inside her. Those fingers... maybe? Lilah shook her head and tried to fight the dirty thoughts creeping into her mind.

But as the ripples of pleasure began to envelop her, the feelings of anxiety subsided. She rolled her head back and fought against the groan rising in her throat. Suddenly Lilah felt herself giving in, submitting to Tori - letting her take her body as she pleased. And liking it.

Somewhere in there - in those moments - before she could realise what had happened and, just as soon as she began to accept her submission... Tori was gone. The touch, the warmth of her mouth, the slip of her tongue - gone. Absent. But, where?

Lilah sat up, her eyes darting around the library, to the shelves around the tables. There.

Tori stood, smirking, and leaning against a shelf. She mouthed, "Come here," and, motioned with her head, indicating that she wanted Lilah to follow her.

Lilah stood, her mind in argument with her body, as Tori disappeared between the shelves. But her body won, and she reluctantly followed down the dark, dimly lit aisle between the books.

Carefully, Tori pulled Lilah to her and, pressed her cheek against her own. She took a moment to nibble at Lilah's ear then whispered very quietly and deliberately, "Do not speak. I'm going to continue what I started on you, but there are three rules."

"Rule one," Tori began, her hand running through Lilah's hair. "You must stand here, legs apart, and you must not move or make any sounds. If you do, I -will- hurt you." Tori nuzzled at into Lilah's hair and breathed deeply. "And," she continued, "when you scream out in pain, they will ban you from the library... and you will fail your exams."

Tori lent back to make sure Lilah was following. "Understood?" she whispered sharply.

Lilah nodded - her body forced her too.

Bringing her lips back towards Lilah's ear, Tori explained further. "Rule two. I am going to lick you and make you come, but in order for me to do that I want you to do something, too." She paused again, making sure Lilah took in everything. "You must hold your nipples and twist them hard for me. So hard that it stings you. Understood?"

Lilah nodded again as if her mind was just a mere spectator now, watching her and thinking that Lilah would agree to anything at this point.

"And rule three." Tori's lips were pushed right against Lilah's ear. "You must hold this vibe inside of your anus, until you come."

Lilah stiffened as she saw the vibe that Tori had produced - her vibe. The one she had dropped. In the commotion Lilah had thought she saw Tori place it back in the satchel but... no. There it was. She had kept it, planning this whole thing.

With this new information Lilah weakened, but nodded just the same.

Tori's hands grabbed at her now, bending Lilah over at the hips and lifting her skirt to reveal her panties still pushed aside. Tori turned the vibe on and began rubbing it lightly around Lilah's sex, coating it in her wetness. Then, slowly and deliberately Tori began inserting it into her ass, her free hand cupping Lilah's mouth to ensure that she would not make a sound.

Lilah, held her breath, bracing herself as Tori pressed it inside her, making her muscles vibrate as it penetrated her ass. She couldn't help but bite down on the hand over her mouth, something to help her take the intrusion.

"Shhh," Tori soothed, as the vibe was in as far as it could go. "Now stand."

She stood obediently as Tori ripped Lilah's shirt open and released each breast from it's lace cup. Then, Tori guided the girl's hands to her own, naked breasts and whispered firmly, "Twist them hard. I can feel you tense up when you do that. So if you stop, I'll know."

Lilah pulled her erect nipples with her fingers and began twisting them, painfully enough to make her mouth open wide and her eyes shut tight.

Satisfied with her obedience, Tori knelt between Lilah's legs and resumed her licking. She again parted the lips to expose the swollen, aching clit, and began sucking harder than before - the sudden pressure sending a jolt through Lilah's sex.

And as she sucked, she pushed her long fingers inside the wetness, curling around and pressing against the walls of Lilah's opening. But Tori was not as kind as she was under the table, she fucked Lilah hard with her fingers, slamming them inside her sex, sneaking in another finger and another.

Standing there, legs trembling, being fingered furiously, ass clenched around the vibe, her nipples searing,... Lilah could take no more.

The orgasm washed over her body, as though every inch of her skin was aflame, her sex squirting it's orgasm over Tori's fingers. Lilah felt faint and stepped back to lean against the shelves for support. She closed her eyes and relished how her whole body was still so sensitive, every nerve ending screaming.

When she finally opened her eyes, Tori was gone. No trace of her but the scrap of paper she'd pushed into Lilah's bra before she'd left.

Lilah took the piece of paper and held it before her, reading it aloud:

"Shhh..."

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Quickie: Against the Wall

2010-10-20T23:47:00.000-07:00

"When i am Queen, you will be first against the wall..." she'd said, eyes narrowed.

But he'd known her intentions (unlike the quote she'd cited) were not for execution, but for hard, punishing sex.

And with that she'd marched from the courtroom.

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That was the last time John had seen her, Sara Blanc. She'd been furious that his client had successfully sued hers. Only an ambitious young lawyer then, intent on her road to infamy, she was now renowned as one of the most successful civil lawyers around.

Scorned women clamoured for her favor, her service, when they divorced their husbands, sought child support and sued their exes. She was bold, ruthless in court, and damn scary in civil negotiation.

And now, here he was, sitting across the table from her client...

The door flung open and Sara entered. She was sophisticated in a tightly tailored jacket and skirt, but daring in seamed nylons and steel-heeled stilettos. Her dark brown hair, pinned up in a french bun, framed the pale white face, lit by deep red lips.

"Ms Blanc, I believe," started John's client, standing to shake her hand.

"I know who he is," Sara replied, shortly, ignoring his outstretched hand.

She walked to the other side of the table and kissed her client on both cheeks, before taking the seat next to her.

Sara reached into her briefcase taking out a pair of black, thick-rimmed glasses and some papers. She perched the glasses on her nose and shuffled the papers quickly on the table. "So... alimony, child support, the house and half of the superannuation. We're agreed on these amounts?"

"Actually, Ms Blanc," John interjected. "My client wishes to dispute those totals, and we think it fair that since my client's salary was to account for the superannuation that he keep sole control of it. Additionally, we propose that the family home be sold and the amount, minus fees, taxes and services, be distributed evenly between the two parties."

Sara frowned and sized him up over the top of her thick frames. "Mr and Mrs Hudson, would you give us a moment."

The clients, amidst nods and obliging gestures, left their seats and exited the room. Sara followed them to the door and closed it behind them.

Turning to John, she said, "I've been waiting a long time for this. Just what exactly do you think you're playing at?" As she spoke, she sauntered, seductively, towards him.

"Ms Blanc..."

"Mis-ter Reynolds..." she spoke over him.

He stood, trying to be assertive, for his client's sake too - he wasn't going to let this woman screw them both. "I really think we need to discuss this case..."

But she wasn't having any of it, she push him backwards, slamming him against the wall. With her forearm pressing him across the chest, she spoke lowly. "Would you just be a man, for once, John? Or do I need to make you one?"

Sara didn't wait for a reply, and began tearing his clothes from his body. His shirt was flung open, his pants around his ankles. Reaching down, she was pleased to find him hard. She pressed herself against him and took his hands, guiding them up the back of her thighs, under her skirt.

She wasn't wearing any panties...

Fuck, thought John as his body betrayed him further. He let out a low groan in response to the warm touch of her firm ass.

He let her kiss him hard, her tongue searching, her lips sucking him deeper into the kiss. She bit down lightly on his lower lip and laughed.

"Oh, you're a naughty, boy," she scolded as she stepped backwards and sat on the table. She spread her legs open, and reached for a handful of his open shirt, to pull him to her.

With John standing between her parted thighs, Sara whispered seductively, "If you can make me come, I'll make sure your client gets half. How's that for a deal?" Her mouth curled in one corner and she raised her eyebrows, waiting for his response.

"Ms Blanc..." he protested, his mind determined, but his body alight with passion.

Sara wrapped her legs behind him, and crossed her ankles. She lifted her sex towards him and tightened her legs around him, pulling him into her - his hard cock filling her tight wetness.

"Good man," she gasped placing a hand behind her for leverage.

With that she began pushing herself back and forth, over the length of his cock. John could only stand there in shock, sounds of pleasure escaping his lips.

"i know you like that," she moaned. "Doesn't it feel good, nice and deep inside me?"

She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him towards her, entwining her lips with his - soft tongues clashed between hard lips. She kissed him and fucked him like a toy.

He could feel her tightening around his cock. He knew her body was lighting up from using him like this, fucking him hard and deep against his will. But he couldn't stop it. He couldn't stop her. And she was coming - wetness and warmth enveloping his cock as she thrust into him, again and again.

As she called out "Fuck, Yes!", his own orgasm rose in him faster than he could control - his mind a victim to his body.

Mindlessly, he grabbed her hips firmly and thrust hard and fast, forcing his cum deep into her, calling her name, "Sara, oh fuck, Sara!"

And when he was spent, she released her legs from around his hips, allowing him to step backwards. He was uneasy on his feet, speechless, mouth caught aghast.

With great amusement, Sara stood and pulled her skirt down her thighs.

As she reached the door, she turned and said, with a smile:

"I'll tell Mrs Hudson we're settling."

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A Lesson in Timing

2010-10-20T18:57:00.000-07:00

She was strapped to the wooden table, her ankles and wrists bound by leather cuffs at each corner.

"Do not speak", Master instructed, running his gloved hand up his slave's leg. She moved and moaned to his touch.

He let his hand move to her sex, which was already beginning to show signs of wetness. It was beautifully groomed, just the way he liked it, shaved completely. He held his hand there and mused, "You have -such- a naughty little pussy, my dear..."

Master began pushing into her sex, letting her welling juices coat his leather glove. He ran his finger up and down it's lips, occasionally brushing over her clit. Her pretty pink lips formed an O as he did this - he could see she loved the feeling of leather between her legs. But she was far from deserving of any more of this attention just yet.

Moving to the end of the table, he unclasped the chains holding her ankle cuffs in place. "Turn over," he ordered. As she obliged, he took the chains and re-secured them on the cuffs. Now her ass, pink and inviting, presented itself on the table.

He grabbed her cheeks first, feeling her tight flesh yield, then began dealing light smacks to each of them. Slowly he began to increase the pace and the pressure, each slap with his leather-clad hand making a pleasant thwack as it stung her skin.

Stopping for a moment, he instructed, "Count."

"One... two," his slave counted with each slap he delivered. "Three..."

His punishment got firmer as she reached "ten" and she began gasping between each number. The spankings rained down on her and she wondered how high he would make her count.

At "fifteen" she was pink with welts. He loved the way her ass bloomed like a rose under his heavy hand. By "twenty" she was red and gasping, a pleading tone rising in her voice with each number.

Master continued to "thirty" before being satisfied. "Good girl," he soothed, running his hand softly over her stinging flesh. "You shall have a reward."

Stepping away from the table, he picked up a vibrating wand from the shelf on the wall.

"Open up." he ordered, as he returned. She obediently shuffled her legs on the table, exposing her sex to him.

Once she was wide enough, he turned on the vibe and pushed it up against her sex, twisting it around so it would press hard against her clit. She moaned as it touched her, tossing her head back, her blond wavy hair lashing against her shoulders.

"What do you say?" he asked, pulling the vibe backwards a little, as a warning.

"Thank you, Sir," she replied in a trembling tone and he pushed against her clit harder. The vibe sent zings of intense pleasure up through her body. Her arousal so high, but she struggled to control it, knowing he would never let her come this soon.

His free hand grabbed one of her red cheeks and he began tracing the cleft of her ass. He knew the effect the vibe was having and he wanted to make it even harder for her.

Grinning, he plunged a finger into her ass, drawing it in and out slowly. He pushed in a second finger and fucked her harder with them. She was his slave and he could treat her body as he liked.

She tried bucking and wriggling away from the vibe. His fingers deep in her ass and the insane vibrations on her sex were almost unbearable. She ached to come.

"Please, Sir." she begged. "Please may I come?"

Master took great pleasure in making her wait, pretending he was thinking it over. "No," he finally said, not relenting at all with his torture. Though she tried to pull away, he would force the vibe up against her, following her every move.

At last she could take no more. "Please!" she screamed, her head tilting back to face to ceiling. "Please, Sir!" But as she screamed, her body gave way to climax. Wave after wave of orgasm drove across her body, each wave bouncing against the vibe to surge through her again. Her body arched and twisted as she came, tensing and shrieking and sweating.

He was not amused.

As her body relaxed down into the table, Master pulled the vibe and his fingers away. He paced to the end of the table and began unclasping her ankle restraints again. "Turn over," he ordered.

She obeyed, still panting from her release. Her body rolled over to reveal her wet sex, slippery with her own climax.

He secured her ankles again, pulling the chains a little tighter so her legs were spread very wide. Then, he walked to the shelf and picked up the riding crop that lay on it. He loved how her eyes widened as she saw what was in his hand.

Master slapped the crop lightly against his palm and said, "You came without permission."

"I.. I'm sorry, Sir. I just couldn't..." she stuttered.

"Quiet!" he interrupted and brought the crop down against her right inner thigh, watching her reel in pain. "I did not give you permission to speak. Just as I did not give you permission to come, you naughty slut." He brought the crop down again, hard against her left thigh.

She gasped as the leather bit her sensitive skin. It had been so hard to stop herself from coming, but she knew she deserved to be punished. She had failed in his request and must learn how to please him better.

The crop struck her higher on her thigh, and then the other. He kept a steady rhythm as she struggled to submit to her punishment. Her body would instinctively flinch away, but she fought to keep herself still, to endure what she deserved.

Then she felt it rest against her sex, tapping at the top of her moist mound. He patted the crop against her labia and began to increase the weight of each stroke. As he smacked the crop hard against her sex and she cried out. Then again, and again, he cropped her sex with more speed and pain. She writhed and gasped, the crop searing her soaking, sensitive clit with each blow.

He continued til he could see she had reached her limit, her mouth permanently open, her eyes begging him to stop, her cries urgent and desperate.

"Now," he paused and met her pleading gaze. "What have you learned, slut?"

"I shall not come without permission, Sir," she replied promptly, apologetically.

"Good, girl." He placed the crop to one side, and began releasing her ankle cuffs. "Now I am going to release your legs, so that I can fuck you. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir." she breathed, relieved that the punishment had subsided.

Master finished freeing her ankles and knelt on the table between her legs. He unzipped his pants and removed his cock, long and hard and ready. Moving closer to her, he pulled her ankles from the table and rested them over his shoulders.

"Do you want to be fucked, slave?" he asked, as he shuffled forward, his hardness pressing against her swollen sex.

"Yes, Sir."

He pushed himself inside her, his cock grazing beautifully against the tight walls of her sex. She had been trained to hold her muscles taught for him at all times so that she could feel his every inch inside her.

His cock felt good insider her sex. Every stroke inched him deeper inside her. She loved the way it felt as he quickened his thrusts, forcing himself hard inside his slut. She wanted him to use her like this - she existed for his pleasure.

Master brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them. Though her lips and clit were still puffed and pink from the previous punishment, he brought his hand to them again as he fucked her. He smack her flesh, then rubbed at her clit with his wet fingers. Then smacked it again.

He wanted her to experience the pain and pleasure of submitting to him. He knew her - knew she could take it. He would smack her clit and make her come with him.

His thrusts were furious now - deep, full, swift strokes. Neither of them could hold out much longer and he began calling her for her to come.

"Come now, my little slut." he spoke, thrusting and slapping her sex. "Come now, as I slap you."

He pushed the lips of her sex apart, and, laying a slap directly across her clit he commanded, "Come now!"

Her body rocked with his cock inside her, and she trembled - the pain and stimulation on her clit sending her into a maddening climax. She reeled and screamed in ecstasy and agony - he would not relent as she came on his cock, dealing slap after slap across her sex.

She continued to come, moaning animalistically, her body so tense and tight, her muscles clamped around his cock. He was coming in her too - his thick cum filling her deep. Their juices overflowing down her ass as she rolled and writhed at the end of her orgasm.

They breathed heavily, panting, gasping, smiling.

"Good girl," he sighed, and traced his fingers across her stomach, making her shiver."You'll make a good slave, yet."

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Request a Story

2010-10-20T13:51:00.000-07:00

As I build up this BDSM fiction library, I'd like to invite all my readers to submit a request for stories.

What do you like? What do you want? Where would you like it?

Send me your deepest, darkest fantasies and let me realise them, right here on Counter-Cult.

Leave a comment, email me, or Submit your Request using this form.

I look forward to hearing from you.

With love, licks and lashings,
-Lil

(As a side note, if you would like to contribute to this site as a guest author, you can email me your work and, if it suits this site, I will publish it and attribute it to you accordingly.)

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Quickie: Wet and willing

2010-10-20T07:18:00.000-07:00

He can see her through the crack in the door. The water streams down her curves, her chin tilted upwards, her pink full lips parted to the water pouring from the shower head. She arches her back and rubs shampoo through her hair. Her silhouette against the white bathroom tiles is breathtaking. His cock stirs and hardens against his jeans.

She brushes soapy water across her firm breasts that wobble beautifully as she cleans them, and bends down to rub her legs with the sponge. Her round ass sticks out, shining, wet... spankable. He licks his lips.

He can't watch her any longer without touching her. He wants to take her in that torrent of warm water, up against the glass - make her feel his hardness thick and full and deep inside her. Give her a real reason to get clean.

He pushes the door open and steps inside...

She turns in alarm at the sound of the door shutting behind her, but he puts a finger to her lips to silence her. Water drips from her mouth, her hard nipples. She smiles, and curls her finger towards her, beckoning him to come forward.

He stares deeply at her as he lifts his shirt and pulls it over his shoulders. Then, slowly, he unbuttons his jeans and pushes his fingers beneath the band of his briefs, letting them fall to the floor with his pants. His full, thick cock bounces lightly, the tip wet and shining, and she eyes it hungrily.

Carefully, he steps into the shower, moving his hands around her waist. He tucks a strand of wet, dark hair behind her hair and whispers into it, "Turn around."

She obediently turns, the water pulsing against her breasts now, and he cups them firmly, twisting her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She groans in delight, moving her ass against his hardness.

He smiles at that and whispers in her ear, "Good girl."

She leans her head back onto his shoulders as he begins to lower his hands, loving the way the water lets him slide all over her. He grabs her ass in his right hand and gives it a firm slap, spraying water against the white tiles. She gasps as he delivers nine more slaps to her right cheek, her ass growing redder with each smack.

His right arm moves from her ass and holds her waist as his left hand lowers to administer the same punishment to her left cheek. Her ass, pink from the blows looks so sweet - the water rolling across it, cooling the sting.

"Bend over and put your hands against the wall," he commands.

As she places each of her hands on the cool tiles in front of her and bends forward, he grabs her by the hair and growls, "Arch your back, slut."

She obeys.

"Now, spread your legs wider. Let me feel your dirty pussy."

He stepped back and lowered his hands to her parting thighs, forcing them apart wider. Two sharp slaps were delivered to each of her thighs and she winced at the pain. Then three more for each. She wiggled and gasped as her skin was splashed and spanked. He lent back, admiring the pink marks left by his large palms.

His hands crept upwards, parting the lips of her sex and feeling an even greater wetness between them. She tensed and writhed at his invasive touch.

Suddenly he stood and grabbed hold of her hips, and, to her great surprise, forced his cock inside her. Each strong, deep thrust pushed her further towards the tiles until he was ramming her against them. She was moaning and grasping for anything to hold onto - this intense fucking made her legs weak.

He reached around her and began pulling on her nipples with one hand, twisting and pinching, causing her to call out. His other hand pushed her butt upwards, keeping the sexy arch of her back. He lifted the hand occasionally to slap her hard across one cheek, then the other. With each slap she squeezed around him, stirring him to fuck her harder and harder.

Before long, he had her at her peak. Her hands pushed against the tiles on either side of the shower and she threw her head back in ecstasy. Every muscle in her body clenched around him, pulling his cock into her deeper - each wave of the climax pulsing in her sex. She came hard, wet, all over his hard cock.

"Good girl," he said, stroking at her hair. She had looked amazing, spread out like that, her body stiff and straining under the intense orgasm.

But before she could recover, his strong arms turned her around and he pushed his hands down on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees. "Suck the cum from my cock, whore," he commanded.

She obediently took his cock in her mouth, running her tongue around the head, licking and sucking at her own juices. He pressed her head down, making her take him deeper, fucking her face. She took direction well, and began thrusting her mouth up and down his cock, sucking hard as if she needed him to come more than he did.

Tracing her fingers up his inner thigh, she took his balls in her hand and massaged them lightly as she fucked his cock with her mouth. He felt the cum rising in him and grabbed her head, forcing her lips hard down onto him.

Quickly he grabbed her chin and pulled her mouth away, tilting her face upwards towards him. She looked hungrily into his eyes as he spasmed and dealt ribbon after ribbon of steaming cum across her face. The water and cum twisted together and slid across her cheeks and lips and dripped into her open mouth, onto her tongue.

"Good little slut," he smiled, patting her head as he stepped from the shower.

He reached for a towel and winked at her as he left.

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For G.

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By Request: Come into my office...

2010-10-20T04:45:00.000-07:00

Requested by M, but I hope you'll all enjoy.

Got your own story request? Send an email to: ljpane@gmail.com

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He hung up the phone, dejectedly. The Swanson account. He couldn't believe he'd lost it. What had he done wrong? Had he not paid enough attention to the clients? He racked his brains trying to think of where he'd gone wrong.

His friend from Accounting was obviously first to hear, Mike realised, seeing his friend George marching down the hall towards his desk.

"Tough break on the Swanson account, Mike," George consoled, offering a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Hanson's gonna break your balls over this one - look out".

And he was right. No more than 10 seconds after George passed by did Mike's desk phone ring again. It was Nina Hanson, his boss. And she was mad. Two minutes. Her office. Shit...
Mike tried to straighten himself up, racking his brains for an excuse, some kind of plan to get the account back, maybe? His heart rose in his chest and he gulped.

Two minutes had gone by so quickly.

He stood up and tried to keep his chin up as he made his way across the office towards Ms Hanson's office. The people in the cubicles around him were clearing out for the day. A few of them looked at him sympathetically, knowing he wouldn't get to go home on time today. A group of three men in the corner cubicles were eyeing him and muttering amongst themselves, and they let out a few low, mocking "whoop!"s as he knocked on Ms Hanson's door.

"Enter," came the stern female voice from inside, and he obeyed.

Ms Hanson was staring out her huge office window at the people below, chatting in the parking lot, getting into their cars. Her arms were on her hips and she didn't even turn around when Mike entered.

"Shut the door, Fisher" she ordered, calling him by his last name.

As she heard the door click closed, she commanded, "Sit".

Mike took a seat in one of the large leather chairs she had facing her desk, and clasped his hands in his lap, wondering if he should start to explain. He looked up at Ms Hanson and suddenly noticed the way her stiff black business jacket tucked closely around her small waist. Her round ass looked beautiful in the tailored skirt - the way she was standing, her ankles crossed over, she looked so sexy.

He started to feel even more nervous as his gaze fell to the black nylon seams running down the backs of her legs, ending at the tall, patent leather stilettos she wore.

"Fisher," Ms Hanson started, turning to meet his gaze. She frowned when she noticed his eyes tracing the contours of her body. Her dark red lips pursed with disapproval.

"The Swanson account." she said sternly. Mike wasn't sure if it was a question or a statement. He lent forward and opened his mouth to explain.

"Nina..."

"Ms Hanson," she corrected and narrowed her eyes.

"Uh... Ms Hanson... I... don't know what happened." He fumbled with his tie around his neck, feeling the pressure of her eyes on him.

Ms Hanson folded her arms across her chest and stepped towards Mike. She perched on the right edge of her desk and crossed her legs, her skirt riding higher up her thigh, revealing just the slightest hint of flesh above the black lace-trimmed top of her nylons.

She sighed.

"You don't know what happened." Ms Hanson slapped her right hand down on the desk and rolled her eyes. The frustration was getting to her and she unbuttoned the top button of her jacket, and reached her arm back, ruffling a hand through her stylish, severely cut, brown hair.

As her jacket fell open a little more, Mike could see the shadow of her cleavage, and the gentle rise and fall of the top of her round breasts. He loosened his tie a little more and cleared his throat.

Ms Hanson signed again. "You know I'm going to have to deal with this, now, Fisher."

He looked at her, confused. Would he lose his job? The recession was hitting hard and he knew companies like his were just looking for an excuse to fire people.

"Ms Hanson... please..." Mike lent forward, his palms pushed together, pleading.

"Shhhh..." Ms Hanson bent towards him, her breasts almost being revealed by her gaping jacket, and placed a long slender finger, lightly against his lips. "Shhhh..." Her own red lips pursed into a perfect, plump "O".

"We'll find some way to deal with this little mess you've made, I'm sure." As she spoke she moved her hand to his upper chest and pushed him back into his chair.

She stood up and began pacing in front of him, her finger poised against her slightly parted lips, in thought. Mike's heart was racing - he was filled with fear and excitement. His job situation was grim, but his body couldn't help but respond to Ms Hanson's gestures.

A waft of her hypnotic perfume fell over him and he closed his eyes - just for a moment - to enjoy her sweet scent.

He opened his eyes with a start as Ms Hanson stepped intently onto the arm of the chair he was sitting in, and swiftly grabbed his tie, pulling his face towards her own. She breathed heavily and looked him up and down, a firm grip on his neck tie.

Mike was shocked, thrilled. His eyes traced her body, from the tall black stiletto planted decisively next to his chest, all the way up her nylon-clad leg, to her tight, lacy panties, now on full view to him beneath her skirt. Her breasts, heaving with each breath, were held back only by the top of a laced black leather corset. He longed to pull the corset's ribbons, that dangled just over the lapels of her jacket, and let those full breasts tumble towards his face.

"You've made a serious error, Mr Fisher." Ms Hanson breathed.

"Yes," he nodded, unable to take his eyes from her chest.

"Your job is on the line here," she continued, taking her free hand and running her fingers down the side of his face. "You want to keep your job, don't you... Mike?"

Mike nodded quickly, looking into Ms Hanson's eyes.

She slapped his face hard, and let go of his tie, grabbing a fistful of his shirt around the collar. She pulled him closer. "You -do- want to keep your job, Mike?"

"Yes, Ms Hanson." he answered quickly, reeling from the sting on his cheek.

"Good," she smiled. "Then I can help you. But you... will... have to be punished." Her eyes narrowed and licked her lips, her tongue tracing slowly and deliberately over her top lip. Mike shivered.

"Just do exactly as I say, and I'll make sure everything works out... understood?" As she said the last part, she raised her hand as if to slap him again.

"Y-yes, Ms Hanson," Mike replied, and she brought her hand down softly against his cheek, stroking it affectionately.

"You really are a very bad boy," Ms Hanson continued, eyeing the large bulge below his belt. Then, meeting his eyes she instructed, "Kiss me."

Mike lent forward eagerly, with puckered lips, but Ms Hanson reached behind his head and pushed it towards her raised thigh. "Kiss me," she said again.

He obeyed, taking delight in the way the lace tops of her nylons brushed against his lips. He took care to kiss each inch of her creamy white thigh, breathing in deeply the sweet smell coming from between her legs.

Ms Hanson held his head to her, as he made his way, slowly and carefully, up her thigh, tasting her with every kiss. She moaned as he reached the top of her thigh and began planting open-mouthed kisses on the sexy lace covering her sex. As his tongue grazed lightly against the damp fabric, Mike let out a low groan, longing for more of her.

With that, she grabbed at his shirt and pulled him upwards until his was standing - his hardness pushed up against her. Her foot was still planted on the chair so her her thigh pressed into him, drawing him closer. Ms Hanson brought both her hands to his face, and, tracing circles in his hair with her nails, kissed him hard on the lips. Her tongue darting and licking inside his mouth, she felt his hand reach up her thigh and down her towards her ass.

Suddenly, Ms Hanson grabbed his shoulders and turned him slightly, then forced him backwards into the wall behind him. She stepped towards him, and stood with one foot between his, her thigh pushing upwards towards his throbbing hard cock. Her hands began running up and down his chest, flirting with his shirt buttons.

"Did I tell you, you could touch me?" She growled into his ear, her lips brushing against it. "Answer me, you dirty boy. Did I -tell- you, you could touch me?"

"N-no, Ms Hanson," he stammered, his brain barely letting him speak as he felt her hands all over him.

"Good, you're learning," she replied, and reached up to a shelf above his head, and pulled something out from behind a set of books.

She brought her hand back down and he saw, dangling from her index finger, a pair of shiny metal handcuffs. His breath caught in his throat and he swallowed, but his body tingled and his cock throbbed against his pants.

Ms Hanson grabbed his tie again and turned. With his tie draped over her shoulder, she stepped towards his desk, causing him to follow. At the edge of her desk she let go of his tie, turned to him, and, pressing her palms against his shoulder, flung him across her desk.

She started to crawl over him onto the desk with her knees either side of his hips. She grabbed his wrists and, as she stretched his arms up over him, her breasts robbed across his torso. His arms were pulled up behind his head and he heard the clink of metal, then the cold touch of the handcuff, clasping around his right wrist. Ms Hanson carefully looped the other cuff through the draw handle on the other side of her desk, and brought it back to clasp his other wrist.

"There," Ms Hanson whispered, smiling devilishly. She sat back, straddling his hips now, and admired her work. Slowly, she ran her hands up his chest and began to undo his shirt buttons, exposing his chiseled chest. She bent over and dragged her tongue up from his navel across his chest.

Her lips were on his neck now, sucking his flesh, salty with beads of sweat, just inside her wet mouth. She kissed around to his ear and sucked his lobe before biting down lightly. He gasped and groaned, "Oh Ms Hanson..."

"Shhh." She kissed him, her full lips against his, as she lifted her ass and reached down between her legs. Her fingers were swift and she quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled it from his pants.

Mike's heart began racing as she sat up and pulled the belt taut between her fists and bit into the leather, her eyes piercing him. Fuck, she was teasing him. He couldn't stop himself from thrusting his hips up against hers.

"Tsk tsk tsk." She shook her head, threw the belt to the floor and waved a finger to scold him

Ms Hanson slid back off the desk, making sure every part of her body touched him as she stepped off the the desk. Bending her head over his crotch, she unzipped his fly with her teeth and slid her hand down the front of his briefs. Her hand clasped his firm cock as she wrapped her lips around it, licking and flicking the head, making it wet with her mouth.

She lifted her head, her lips brushing up the base of his shaft as she did. He was watching her in awe and amazement. "Such a bad boy," she said. "You really need my help. Perhaps I should try and ride that naughtiness out of you."

As she knelt on the desk again, lowering her soaking lace panties against his hardness, she unbuttoned her jacket and threw it away. As her arm flung through the air her swollen breasts bounce out of the lace corset. They presented themselves full, round, the nipples swollen and erect. Mike longed to hold them, but his wrists were secured by the handcuffs.

Ms Hanson reached down and pushed the lace of her panties to one side, revealing her sex, glistening with its own juices. Then, she arched her back and lowered herself over the tip of Mike's cock, the soft wet pussy lips pressing down the sides of his shaft.

But she hesitated, his cock only just pushing against her entrance. "Do you want to be inside me, Fisher?"

Mike nodded urgently - he needed to be inside her. He tried to push into her, thrusting upwards, but she pulled away slightly.

"What do you say?" she asked, raising her eyebrows, a smile curling in the corner of her mouth.

"Please?" he asked, wondering, hoping this was what she wanted.

"Please, what?"

"P-please... Ms Hanson?"

She frowned and pursed her lips, unhappy with the response.

"Please, Ms Hanson," he continued. "Please fuck me. I need you to! So bad! Please fuck me, Ms Hanson!!"

"Good boy," she smiled as she lowered herself slowly down over his long, thick shaft, letting out a gasp as her tight sex slid down. He was larger even than she'd suspected, and it felt delicious having her sex so stretched open by this naughty cock.

She was slow at first, savoring how his thick shaft filled her up as she sat right down on him, and enjoying the feeling of it dragging against the walls of her sex as she raised up. But soon, she gained pace, beginning to bounce up and down on him - as if insatiable.

"I love your cock, you naughty boy. It fills me up so well. I'm going to fuck it hard now. I'm going to fuck it hard until I make you come inside me."

Her pace quickened again, riding him up and down, moaning and crying out in pleasure. Mike watched her breasts bouncing as she rode him, and, with his hands held behind him, feeling so helpless to her touch and her fucking. He could barely stand this control she had over him. She was free to use his body as she desired, and his body could barely contain itself.

"Tell me how you love it," she ordered. "Tell me how you love being used, you naughty boy."

"I love it!" he admitted. "I love how you're using me. It makes me want to come so hard."

"Good boy," she breathed and reached up towards his face. She clasped her hands around his throat - the restriction of air only heightening his arousal more. She held him like this, bouncing hard and deep onto his cock, feeling his heart beating hard against her touch. She was fucking him so hard and fast and deep that they would soon reached their breaking point.

Mike groaned loudly, his cock deep and throbbing in her tight sex. Sensing he could take no more, she instructed "Come in me. Come in me now, while I come all over your cock. I want you to fill me up with your cum."

And she was right, he could take no more. On command, he delivered stream after stream of hot cum inside her, their juices mixing as she too, screamed, letting her sex tighten and come over him. She kept bouncing on him, her pussy so wet with her orgasm, as he let his last spurts of cum release until he lay back, exhausted and satisfied on her desk.

Ms Hanson raised herself up and stepped off the desk, bending to kiss him gently on the tip of his cock as she did. The kiss delivered a spark that he felt emanate throughout him from his sensitive cock.

She walked slowly behind the desk and released the handcuffs, then took a pack of cigarettes from the drawer. Sitting on the edge of the desk with her long leg crossed over the other, she lit one and looked over at him as he sat up and zipped his pants.

"Thank you, Fisher. Good work today." Smoke slipped from between her red lips as she spoke. "Close the door on your way out."

He nodded, still dazed from the experience and stood up. As he approached the doorway, she mused "Looks like you might earn yourself a -raise- if you keep this up. Schedule us another meeting for Monday."

He smiled gratefully and closed the door. And, either side of it, they both breathed, long satisfied sighs.

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Table Manners

2010-10-18T23:37:00.000-07:00

"Put your hands behind your back and face the wall," he commanded.

Jenny had just arrived at the address Master Kane had given her the week prior. The house had looked just like every other house on the upper-middle class street. She had been instructed to wear black lace underwear and simple, skimpy outerwear. She had chosen a short black mini and, on top, a bright blue singlet to contrast her deep green eyes.

Although taken aback by how quickly things had gone from arriving at the house to submission, Jenny was quick to comply with the orders.

"Hold your elbows," Kane continued

Jenny reached behind her and obediently grabbed hold of her elbows, causing her back to arch and her breasts to push out. Master Kane ran his hands up an down her sides, then across her tummy and ass, feeling her warm, young flesh underneath the skimpy clothes...

He lent forward so his lips traced her ear as he spoke. "You are mine, tonight, do you understand that slave?"

"Yes, Sir," came the reply.

"You will do as I instruct, and serve my guests as I instruct. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You will address me as Sir always, and should you fail to do so, or fail to comply with my instructions, you -will- be punished. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

Kane looked her up and down once more, admiring the way the tall black stilettos she'd chosen accented her long, toned legs, and forced her ass to stick out a little behind her. Satisfied with the beautiful creature in his front room, he grabbed a fistful of her long dark hair and began guiding her down the hallway to a set of stairs at the end.

Jenny gasped as her Master took her by the hair, and she craned her neck to follow him down the hallway, and slowly, half-stumbling on her high heels, down the stairs into a dimly lit room below.

The room was vast, a bar and bartender serving drinks in one corner, stools and chairs, leather lounge suites arranged around the other edges and spotlights pointed over a table set in the middle of the room.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, our whore for the evening." Master Kane announced as he dragged Jenny into the room. They were met with cheers and the clinking of glasses.

He pushed her towards the centre of the room, where the table was lit up - ready for her show. With his hand in the small of her back he gave one last shove, sending her stumbling against the table.

It was here Jenny could see what the table was now for. It wasn't a large table, just small, round and wooden - like the ones used on cafe sidewalks. In the middle of the table was a dildo. A thick dildo - probably 4 inches in diameter at the base, and at least 9 inches in length. It was secured to a stand that had been drilled into the table. An intriguing ornament - meant for her.

Jenny looked up as she felt hands clambering over her body. Some of the people who had been lounging and drinking as she walked in were now tearing at her clothes and pulling them from her body. She almost tripped on her panties as they raced to tear them from her legs.

"Take your shoes off and bend over the table," her Master commanded.

Jenny obeyed, slipping from her tall black stilettos, and bent forward over the table so that her face was
right up close to the dildo.

"Stick out your ass," he barked, watching her tight ass present itself to his guests - many of them commenting on it's firm, round shape. "Now suck it."

There was only one thing close enough to suck, so Jenny lifted her head and brought her lips towards the dildo in the middle of the table. As she slowly began to wrap her lips around it, she realised how thick and wide it really was. Her Master grabbed her by the hair and began forcing her lips down onto it, but she could barely take the base of it in her mouth. She took one of her hands and clasped it around the base of the dildo, to help give her some leverage.

"Did I tell you to stop holding your elbows?" her Master grabbed her hair and struck her twice with his palm on each of her ass cheeks.

"No, Sir" she gasped, realising her mistake.

"Then don't let it happen again" he warned, to some chuckles from the audience.

With his hand still gripping Jenny by the hair, Master Kane allowed her to replace her arms then dragged her head back and then forced it down the dildo. He pushed her face down further, forcing the dildo deeper and deeper into her throat. He held her down for a few seconds until he heard her gag, then let her release before pushing her down further still and holding her there again, repeating it.

His guests took the opportunity to begin slapping her butt, calling to her to keep it raised.

"Arch your back!" called one.

"Stick out your ass!" called another.

She obeyed, though it was hard to concentrate with this thick cock stuck in her throat and her Master forcing
her to let it fuck her face, allowing her only limited breaths.

"Suck it, whore." Master commanded her as he lent in, closer. "You don't want it to be all dry when it goes in your ass do you?"

A flutter filled her belly and her body trembled as she realised what was next. And it wasn't to be too long away as before Master Kane was soon satisfied that she had covered the dildo in her saliva.

After he was finished binding her, Master Kane ordered her to face away from the table. He then called to his guests, "So... who will help me get her onto this thing?"

Two men volunteered and made their way to either side of Jenny. Each of them gripped her under her armpit and knee so that she was lifted up and bent into a sitting position.

"Now," Master instructed with a smile. "Sit her down on that."

The two men did not hesitate. They hold Jenny over the dildo while they waited for her Master to position the dildo at her asshole and began lowering her down onto the table. With her arms and legs being held up, her weight was all distributed to her lower half, and it did not take long for her to feel the large head of the dildo slowly penetrate her.

With the men's arms and hands gripping and controlling her body, Jenny could only relent to the intrusion in her ass. The dildo was moving up, deeper inside her as they lowered her down further. It was stretching her open and it felt so uncomfortable, and a little painful.

With her ass taking almost half of the plastic cock, calls of "fuck it!" and "fuck her ass!" came out across the room. Instantly, the men holding her adjusted their grips and began lifting and lowering her over the cock.

More of the guests came over to get a closer look. Some of them grabbed hold of her too and began helping move her up and down faster. Some spat on the dildo to lubricate it so she could take even more. Others grabbed her breasts, her nipples squeezed between their knuckles. A lady behind her grabbed her hair and sucked at her neck.

"Push her down on it!"

"Take it all the way, honey."

Each time she went up they pushed her down harder, firmer, trying to make her take it all in her ass.

"Come on!" they urged. "ALL the way down".

Slaps reigned in on her thighs, but she could barely wince with her ankles still firmly gripped above her by the first two men. She panted and gasped as her body struggled to comply with the force of the fucking. The dildo was so deep inside her, and the further down the they pushed her, the wider it got - the wider it stretched her.

All the while, cocks were being presented to her. Men gathered in a dense circle around Jenny, their hands stroking their hard cocks, all wanting her mouth around them. Either side of the table were open zippers and hands jerking their growing shafts. It was time she sucked, thought Master Kane.

He walked behind Jenny and pulled her backwards and, as he did so, the men holding her arms lowered her til her head and thighs were at a 45 degree angle with the table. At this height she could see the men's cocks all around her - a blur of hands rubbing and kneading. Her Master pushed her face towards the closest cock.

"Suck."

She took the cock in her mouth and began to take it in and out of her throat, but after a few moments Master pulled her away and pushed her towards the next cock.

"Suck."

Again, she swallowed the cock deep into her throat, thrusting her face back and forth. And again, after a few strokes, Master pulled her to the next cock.

"Suck!"

And so, the men began to join in. They started vying for her mouth, grabbing at her hair and pulling her to their own cock after only a few strokes on the last. Other shoved their cock right in there with the other, making her hold two cocks at once in her mouth. They cheered her on, hungry for the next lashing of her tongue.

All of the guests were were so persistent. But, any time she tensed or tried to rise up early from the dildo they were fucking her on, she was punished. Any time she drew her head back to gasp for air amongst the sea
glistening cocks, she was punished. Her Master was standing in front of her, and, if he caught her doing these things he would take his palm to her sex. Ensuring it's lips her spread open he would lay sharp slaps across it - each slap flicking her clit and causing her to writhe more in sudden agony and, then, fading pleasure.

After a few minutes the pain between her legs and in her ass made Jenny shut her eyes tight. It was starting to get too much. But her body was giving in to it all, and finally she could feel a slightly cooler sensation on her ass as it started to touch the table below. They had forced her to take the entire dildo inside of her, and were fucking her with it's entire length.

Master Kane was pleased with her progress. He waved over a woman from the back of the room. She had been leaning against a pillar in the back, sipping slowly on an iced cocktail and leering at Jenny over the rim of
the glass. Her eyes were smokey and dark and her lips were painted with a dark, sexy red. She walked slowly towards Jenny, her black-gloved hands clasped in front of her.

"For being a good little slut," her Master stated. "I will give you a reward. Mistress Lia." He nodded at the woman and took a seat in an armchair in front of the table, where he could watch Lia work on his slave. Some of the other men took his lead and sat too, while the others continued to hold her in place on the table and grope at her breasts.

Lia knelt down beside the table used both hands to pull Jenny's pussy lips open. She leaned in and licked the soaking wet slit up and down, feeling Jenny's thighs trembling beside her. Lia's mouth lapped at the juices streaming from Jenny's sex, and then closed her lips around her clit, sucking it into her mouth.

A high-pitched moan escaped Jenny's lips and the crowd applauded. She moaned again as Lia sucked her clit deeper into her mouth, rolling it around in there with her tongue, like it was some kind of candy. And then, as Lia's gloved fingers began to penetrate her sex, Jenny flung her head back and moaned louder.

Lia's hands quickened and fucked the pussy with greater speed and force. Jenny's clit felt burning hot between Lia's warm, pressing lips. The gloved fingers curled up inside her were stroking and reaching for her G spot. With the fingers pushing hard in and out, Jenny's ass rocked gently across the dildo shoved firmly inside her. Between the intense bursts of pleasure, all Jenny could think about was how vulnerable she was to these people. How open, exposed. How full she was with these fingers and the dildo in her. How humiliated - all these people... watching her!

Before long waves of warmth swept from her clit, all over Jenny's body and she felt the muscles between her legs tense and clutch at everything inside her. She felt so good and Lia, sensing her intense arousal, sucked harder on her clit and fucked harder with her fingers, slamming upwards again and again into Jenny's G spot.

The guests were chanting now, but Jenny could barely hear anything as though the blood was drained from her head. Her head rolled back, her back arched upwards.

"Squirt! Squirt!" she thought she heard them chanting. "Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!"

And as they chanted, her body writhed and jerked in time. At the last moment she realised her error and looked quickly for her Master, but, to her great relief he mouthed the word. "Come".

And she did. In hard, streaming squirts that dribbled down Lia's gloved wrist. Jenny's body rocked and tossed against the men holding her, and the dildo plugged up inside her.

Her eyes wide, her body still convulsing, and applause ringing in her ears, Jenny stared hard up above her and screamed, between desperate gasps:

"Thank you, Mistress!! Thank you, Master!! Thank youuuuuu....!!"

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Murmors of Revolt

2010-10-18T14:52:00.000-07:00

So here it is - finally!

It's been a long time coming, this blog. I'm in my twenties, but these dirty thoughts have been floating around my head for literally decades now. And now, they have somewhere to come alive.

If you've somehow managed to crawl through the tangled interwebs, find a site that sells microscopes, buy one, zoom in about 5000%, take a photo, email a copy to CSI and have them do some impossible digital imaging magic, then you might just have found this blog. And if you have, welcome!

This will be a place for erotic stories (BDSM & Non-consent in nature), fresh from my very own fantasy. And, importantly, this site is a medium for BDSM counter-culture, through which my own (and maybe the reader's) sexuality can be relieved from the oppression of vanilla sex - even if only for an hour.

So, thanks for coming, and enjoy!

Love, licks and lashes,

-Lil

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Coveting Thy Neighbor (Part 1)

2010-10-18T09:57:00.000-07:00

It was 1:48am and Beth couldn't sleep.

Her neighbor Jon, across the hall, was having some kind of party, and all the loud music, frat boy chanting and laughter had kept her awake for the past couple of hours. She was young herself so she hadn't wanted to be the complaining neighbor, but at this point she didn't really have a choice.

Beth threw a robe over her naked body and made her way to the apartment across the hall. She knocked on the door a few times and waited. Then knocked louder. A minute went by. Couldn't they hear her over this music? She banged the door with her fists and tried calling... "Hello?"

At last she heard someone moving near the door...
The door opened and she saw a large man with his back to her. He yelled back into the apartment, "Are you sure that's gonna be enough booze to get us through, Jon - this is gonna be a big weekend!" The man in the doorway got his response from inside the apartment and turned sharply to leave.

That was the last thing Beth saw before she crumpled to the floor.

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"Oh shit!" the man gasped. "What the fuck, Jon? Who is this?"

Another man, Gordon, moved to the doorway, "You knocked out the stripper, Harry! Ah ha! Nice work!"

"I didn't order no stripper", Jon remarked as he stumbled over drunkenly to join the growing circle of his mates in the doorway. "Shit, get her inside man. I don't want my neighbours to see a stripper at my door."

Gordon and Harry quickly grabbed Beth's arms and legs and pulled her inside the apartment, with Jon jumping against the door to close it. Cheers rose up across the apartment as the other five of Jon's friends noticed the silken clad woman being dragged inside.

"She's pretty hot, who ordered her?" asked Jon.

Jon knelt down next to Beth to get a closer look. He started running his hand slowly up her leg.

"Oh my god!" Jon suddenly exclaimed. "It's fucking Beth!"

"Who the hell is Beth?" Harry asked.

"My fucking neighbor, that's who. She lives right across the hall! You knocked out my neighbor! What the hell are we gonna do now?"

The room went silent as Jon and his five guests looked at each other for ideas. Finally Harry spoke up.

"Well, we can't exactly take her back home - she's unconscious. And we can't exactly call an ambulance. Won't they kind of wonder how she got knocked out?"

"It was an accident, wasn't it?"

"Yeah but, man, we're all drunk and... Tom's got that... shit he brought here and... we'll get in trouble if we tell anyone. Just... just help me move her."

Jon bent down and grabbed Beth's ankles as Harry took her beneath the armpits and began walking her towards the long table in the middle of the lounge room. Harry laid her upper body down on the table and helped Jon arrange her legs at the other end.

Jon, confused, looked to Harry and started "Why not the couch...?" but Harry had already disappeared into Jon's bedroom. A few moments later he reappeared with four of Jon's ties.

"What are you doing?" Jon started up again.

But Harry ignored him, instead he shoved two of the ties into the hands of Tom who was standing near the table admiring how Beth's robe had slid open to reveal her two long lean legs. Harry motioned for Tom to assist him. Quickly, Harry and Tom secured Beth's hands and ankles to the table legs, leaving her spread across the table - on show in the middle of the room.

"There. Now we just need to wait for her to wake up so we can explain what happened before she goes to the cops on us or something." said Harry, dusting his hands with a wry smile.

"It's such a pity really" came a new voice. Don had been watching this whole escapade in quiet interest and had now moved over to the table. His index finger was gently tracing circles around Beth's now bound ankle.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked with sinister curiosity.

"I mean, my good friend, that we have a beautiful -helpless- woman, completely at our mercy here. It's such a shame you all want to just... leave her like this. I really think she would look a lot better like this." As he spoke, Don began sliding Beth's body towards the end of the table, the bondage sliding up the table legs as he did so. Beth's toes were now touching the floor, her ankles spread wide and secured to the bottom of the table legs, her ass resting on the edge of the table and her arms now reaching back behind her head. Her silk dressing gown had now slid up above her waist exposing a pair of white cotton panties.

"Fuck that's hot" Jon exclaimed.

Don began untying the robe slowly, allowing it to slide down Beth's body until she lay there, open and naked except for her panties.

"Grab a beer, boys. It's time to enjoy the show"

Don grabbed a knife from the kitchen and began to slide it up Beth's right thigh, letting it glide lightly enough to not cut. He pushed his fingers inside her panties, then pressed the knife against the side of the cotton, allowing it to fray and split against the knife's edge. He did this for both sides of the underwear until the white material fell to the ground.

"Wake her up" Don ordered as he walked to Jon's laundry room.

Harry and Tom who had been watching eagerly began to slap Beth's face with increasing force in an effort to wake her, but her limp body wouldn't stir. They laughed when they saw what Don was bringing back from the laundry: a bucket of cold water.

"Stand back!" Don barked as he positioned the bucket. After his friends had moved away Don dumped the bucket of water onto Beth - over her face, her neck, her breasts and torso - covering her completely with icy cold water.

The shock woke Beth with a start and she began to writhe and moan on the table as her predicament was realised. The cold water made her nipples stand on end and this was more than Tom could resist. He bent over the table and flicked a nipple into his mouth with his tongue, closing his lips around it and sucking. He placed a hand firmly against her ribs to stop her jerking away and began lashing her nipple with his tongue.

Gordon had her other nipple between with fingers now, pulling it and twisting it hard away from her body. Beth groaned loudly in protest, which only encouraged him. His mouth closed around her nipple and he bit down, lightly at first to gauge her reaction - which was one of horror. Gordon laughed and bit down harder watching her eyes grow wider and hearing her moans of protest grow louder.

Jon lent against the stereo in the corner of the room and increased the volume a little, to ensure that nobody had any chance of hearing Beth's muffled cries.

Harry was standing at the end of the table. His jeans were already tight with his hard cock just from watching and he was desperate to touch her. He stood between Beth's pinned-open thighs and let his hand wander towards her sex. He cupped it with his hand for a moment, holding it firmly, before pushing two fingers inside her. Beth moaned into her gag. Harry slid his fingers in and out of her forcefully, quickening with ever stroke.

Now Jake stood the head of the table. He had a fistful of Beth's hair and was pulling his long, thick cock from his pants. He slid his shaft along her cheeks, teasing her. With a sharp jerk, he pulled her head to one side and pushed the head of his cock up against the tape across her mouth. With one hand in her hair, forcing her face against his crotch, he began to peel back the tape with his fingers.

Suddenly Don stood up. He hadn't taken his cock out yet, although it was clearly bulging from watching the assault on Beth.

"Stop." he commanded, loudly and firmly.

"What the hell man?" Harry looked up, his fingers still deep inside Beth's sex. The other boys were looking at Don too.

"This girl's a whore." Don began. "Look what you're doing to her... and she's loving it." Beth was struggling against the restraints but her sex was now glistening around Harry's fingers - her body betraying her.

The guys laughed and turned to continue with their pleasures, but Don raised his hand for them to stop.

"A whore like this should really be punished." Don mused. He turned and walked slowly from the room, towards the kitchen. The other guys stared after him in confusion. They heard noises from the kitchen and within moments Don had returned, in his hand a cucumber he'd found in Jon's fridge.

Beth's eyes widened in horror and she began struggling against her bonds, screaming into her gag. She could see what Don's intentions were.

"Ohhh yeah!" cheered Harry, pulling away from Beth, his fingers slick with her juices. "Fucking put that in her!"

The others agreed excitedly and backed away, leaving Beth alone on the table with Don advancing towards her. Her eyes were wide with fear and she struggled even more furiously.

Don reached a hand between her legs where she was glistening from the finger-fucking she had just received. His hand rested there for a moment before retreating and returning sharply, delivering a painful slap to her sex. Next he used his thumb and forefinger to hold her labia open and delivered a harder, sharper slap with his other hand. This time is collected her clit with the impact and Beth arched her back and howled into her gag in response.

"Little sluts like you need to be punished." Don growled in a low voice. "Little sluts like you need to be stretched open."

Beth began moving madly on the table, but Don motioned for two of the guys to hold her still. They pressed her chest and stomach down firmly. She screamed, but could not move.

Don began to insert the cucumber between Beth's swollen lips, gathering juices she'd created from the previous finger-fucking. He watched Beth's face as he pushed it against her, her muscles tightening to try and stop the invasion, her chest rising and falling against the hands that held her still. She knew what was going to happen.

"You're gonna like this, slut" Don growled and slid the cucumber just inside her opening.

Beth's eyes widened. The cucumber was wider than any cock she'd had before, and longer. But before she could even make another noise, he forced the object all the way inside her with his palm. The boys cheered and Beth shrieked into her gag.

"You like that, bitch? A nice full pussy?" More laughter. Don admired the look of her swollen pussy lips spread tightly around the object. He laid another firm smack to the top of her pussy and watched her stiffen in pain.

Beth winced and breathed deeply, trying desperately to fight the pain and humiliation and allow her body to accommodate this huge object inside her. It had forced her open. She felt so exposed.

"How about these?" asked Harry, holding up a clothes pin in each hand.

"Put them on her tits." Don ordered with a wry smile.

Harry motioned for one of the men holding her down to move away. The other man held her firmly to the table as Harry pulled her left nipple. He smiled as he twisted and pulled at it, before bending over and flicking the nipple into his mouth with his tongue. He sucked it for a moment before biting down hard. Beth moaned again.

He withdrew and pulled her nipple towards him, securing a clothes pin around it and letting go. Beth screamed into her gag and shook her head furiously at Harry as he began pulling her right nipple.

Harry held her nipple firmly and laid a sharp smack across her breast with his other hand before placing the other pin. The pain was searing and Beth began to whimper. She was taking short shallow breaths - her body trying to adjust to the sharp pain in her breasts and the widening of her sex. Every time her body tightened in pain, it forced the object up into her, pushing up further against her g spot, causing pleasure. Her whole body was shaking as she could barely stand all the sensations.

"She can take more." Jon remarked from across the room. He was holding a bottle of hand cream he'd retrieved from the bathroom. He handed it to Don.

"You want more, don't you, slut?" Don smirked, twirling the bottle with his fingers. It was long round cylinder about 4cm in diameter.

Beth writhed on the table, shaking her head and protesting as best she could with her arms secured behind her, her torso pressed against the table and her mouth full of her own underwear. No, she thought. I can't. Please.

Don reached between her legs, coating his fingers with the juices forming around the large object stuffed inside. Lowering his hand a little, he began to rub the juices around Beth's tight asshole.

"I think this would fit nicely in your little ass, don't you, Beth?"

Beth jolted against her restraints. Never has she had anything in her ass. Never has she let any of her boyfriends anywhere near there, let alone... She was sweating now with fear and anticipation, her pinched nipples erect, her muscles tightening in her pussy, forcing the object deeper inside her. She let out a loud groan to the delight of the crowd watching her.

Don pushed two fingers against her ass hole, pushing into her until her skin had to give and let them inside. Beth groaned louder and Don continued to push inside her, pulling down to open her ass more. He was being more forceful now, and Beth let out a muffled cry of pain as Don worked a third and fourth finger into her asshole, her pussy juices allowing him to slide in and out of her.

"I love a virgin asshole" Don grinned, his fingers twisting and turning inside her. "So tight."

"This is gonna hurt you..."

The room filled with cheers and laughter as Don rubbed the bottle Jon gave him earlier against her slick sex and lowered it towards her ass. Slowly, he pulled his fingers from inside her and began replacing them with the bottle. He pushed and twisted it, forcing Beth's ass to accept the object.

Beth's eyes were closed tightly and her cheeks were quivering as she muffled protests. Don watched her face intently as he forced the bottle all the way inside her. The man holding her backed away as Beth arched up as far as her bonds will allow her, and screamed into the gag.

Harry ran a hand down her cheek and laughed, "Oh, she likes that. Being stuffed full like that. All filled up in your ass and pussy. Do you like that, whore?"

Beth could do nothing but pant as her tight, stiff body tried to accept the pain of the intrusions. It hurt so much to have these things forced inside her, but Beth also felt fuller than she ever had before. Her pussy and ass stretched tight, pushing her to places sex had never taken her before.

"I -said-, do you like that, whore?" Harry brought a hand down sharply on her cheek. And again.

"Yeah, whore!" Jon joined in, slapping her breast so hard it knocked the clothes pin from her nipple, revealing it's pink swollen flesh.

The other men in the room began advancing towards her. Jake, who had been sitting on the edge of the couch, slowly jerking his long, hard cock to the show in front of him, moved to where Beth's right hand was secured to the table. He grabbed her hand in his fist and wrapped it around his cock.

"Jerk my cock, whore." he whispered, leaning over so his mouth was next to her ear.

Beth turned her head away from him and grunted what sounded like a "No".

"I -said-, jerk my cock, you little slut. Don't you want to make me come all over you? Isn't that what you're here for?"

Beth shook her head again and tried to wriggle as far away from Jake as she could. Don was watching as Jake tried to force Beth's hand up and down his shaft. He frowned and began to remove the belt from his pants, sliding it out and slapping it lightly into his palm.

"Jerk his cock, Beth." Don swung the belt back through the air and slapped it down across her breasts, the impact causing the other peg to fly off her breast. Beth screamed into the gag as her flesh reeled. Don whipped the leather down twice more, striking her nipples and breasts, sending pain rippling across Beth's body. Beth's eyes began to water but she met Don's gaze and realised she had to obey. Jake released his grip on Beth's hand and she slowly began to jerk his cock, as much as the restraints would allow her.

Gordon was standing on the other side of the table. He took Beth's other hand and held it to his own throbbing shaft. Beth looked to Don again for a moment. She knew he was in charge. In control. She would have to do as he commanded to minimise the pain these men would cause her. She kept Don's gaze as she began to slide her hand tightly up and down Gordon's cock. His eyes sent a surge of heat through her body, her sex.

Mark and Tom were now groping her body. Their tongues, teeth, hands and cocks pushing, pulling, rubbing and slapping her flesh, abusing her. Beth's body was no longer hers. She was at the mercy of these men.

Harry moved closer and bent over Beth. He dragged his tongue across her cheek and bit her ear, her neck. Beth gasped and opened her eyes. Harry's cock was right in front of her face, thick, long and glistening with pre-cum. Swiftly, Harry ripped the tape from Beth's mouth and pulled out the soaked white cotton panties. Beth opened her mouth to scream for help, but before she could make a sound Harry's cock was thrust into her mouth.

Harry grabbed a fistful of Beth's hair and forced her to take his cock into her throat. "You'll suck me, slut. You'll suck the cum out of me. And if I feel any teeth..." Harry looked over to Don, who slapped the belt against the palm of his hand again.

Beth closed her eyes, and Harry began to fuck her face, shaking the table with the force of his thrusts. Forcing his cock in and out of her throat.

"Suck me deeper, whore. Take my cock." He struck her cheek with his palm and she reluctantly, but obediently began to suck, harder.

"That's it, bitch. Oh, look how much you love sucking cock."

With her eyes shut tight and Harry's balls slapping against her cheek, Beth couldn't see that Jon had moved to the end of the table. He was standing between her legs with his firm cock in his fist. He knelt down and began removing the cucumber. Slowly, he slid it from her now very wet sex.

Beth felt the relief between her legs and tried to look up, but Harry met her movement with another sharp slap to her face and pulled her head back by the hair. "Did I tell you to stop sucking, whore?" He pushed his cock back into her mouth and fucked her face deeper and harder.

Now Jon held the tip of his cock and ran it up and down Beth's wet slit. He pushed the tip inside her and smiled as Beth's body responded and she groaned around the cock in her mouth. His cock slid all the way in and out, and then in one hard stroke filled her up again. Jon began fucking her deep, in hard, full motions - her pussy tight around his thick shaft.

Before long, Beth began groaning louder. Her ass was still being stretched by the object inside her and the men touching her body were relentless with her breasts and nipples. With her mouth struggling to take Harry's cock and Jon's forceful pounding of her soaking wet pussy, Beth didn't know how much more she could take.

Don sensed what was happening and moved towards the side of the table. "Don't you dare cum without my permission, slut."

Harry pulled Beth's head back so that she was looking right at Don. Even though her mouth was finally released she could do nothing but pant and gasp for air, waves of pleasure rising in her body. She looked at Don, breathing heavily.

"Beg me to let you come, slut." he said sternly.

"I...Plea...I..." Beth breathed.

A wave of pain swept through Beth's body as Don brought the belt down across her right thigh.

"Please!" Beth shrieked.

"Please what?" Don whipped her thighs again and then again with the belt.

"Please!" Beth called out. "Please may I come!" Her body was jerking and straining, shuddering against the cock inside her as Jon kept slamming into her.

Another slap of the belt. Don brought the leather down with intense strikes again and again until Beth relented. "Please," she uttered desperately, begging him. "Please... Sir... may I come?"

Beth was screaming now. Loud incoherent noises and moans. Don slapped the belt across her thigh twice more and then turned to Beth and indicated she could come with a slight, satisfied nod.

Finally, with his permission, Beth let her body give in to the torture, the agony and the driving ecstasy. Her hands gripped around the two cocks, with her nipples pinched in mouths and teeth, her skin reeling from the impact of the belt, and her sex wet and tight around Jon's cock. She felt so open and so... used. She felt like... a... slut.

With that thought, Beth let go and all the painful and pleasurable sensations engulfed her. A brilliant, breathtaking orgasm rolled over her body.

As she came hard, Beth's pussy tightened around Jon's cock and he felt his own cum jolting out of him in waves, filling her. Gordon and Jake, their cocks in Beth's tight grip had been holding out as long as they could, but the sight of Beth writhing in orgasm in front of them pushed them to the limit too. Gordon moved his cock over Beth and held it over her face, letting thick streams of cum cover her face and open mouth. Jake came hard, jerking his load over Beth's breasts and neck.

Beth lay there, exhausted, panting, covered in cum - her own juices dripping down her thighs. She looked at Don and met his eyes. Her face showed relief, shock, amazement.

But Don wasn't done yet.

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