Monday, September 28, 2009
Alone At Last - 100 Words
The door has barely closed before he is on me, pinning me against it and kissing me roughly. There is no romantic pretense - his hands go straight to my belt and then my jeans are undone and his hand is nudging my soaking panties out of his way. He fucks me with his fingers while I cling to his neck. When I come, I soak his hand and my legs give out. He catches me on his knee. I cling to him a moment panting, then I pull myself together and ask him, "Will you please take me to bed?"
Showtime - 75 Words
The mic is live, but I can be quiet when I have to be. And right now I have to be. He is softly lapping at my pussy, his eyes locked on mine. I want to push his face against my cunt. I want to throw my head back and scream his name. Instead I close my eyes and bite my finger. I must be careful to be quiet, after all, the mic is live.
Good morning - 50 Words
I wake up in his arms and lay there til I feel him stir. He is still groggy with sleep, but he pulls my legs apart and runs his fingers along my slit. He smiles. "I love that you are always wet," he says as he slides his fingers in.
First Time - 25 Words
"Do you want me to come?" he asks me. I mumble something affirmative. Moments later I am flooded with his come and my joy.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Just Out of Reach
I am splayed out on the bed. My wrists handcuffed to the headboard, my ankles cuffed and fastened to the legs, I am a big X across the bedspread, naked and exposed. He left me like this 10 minutes ago. I would be squirming but I really can't move much.
When he finally returns he stands at the foot of the bed surveying his captive. He's seen me naked so many times, but spread out so obscenely I am self-conscious under his gaze. And oh, what a gaze! He stares silently at me as he slowly unbuttons his shirt, his eyes flashing, an evil grin playing at his lips. He knows just how to fuck with my head. My thoughts race trying to guess what he's up to. He pauses a moment with his hands on his belt buckle. He knows I go crazy for him bare-chested in jeans. Looking at him leaves my pussy so soaked I feel my juices dripping down the crack of my ass. Finally, his jeans come off. His cock is rock hard, straining toward me. My arms ache with the need to stroke it, the need to run my hands up his back and pull him down to me. The handcuffs dig into my wrists as I strain against them.
"What do you want?" he asks. It is a command as much as a question.
"Your cock," I reply.
"What about it?" He is not about to allow such a vague answer to suffice.
"I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me with it."
"This cock?" he asks, slowly stroking it.
"Yes, that cock. Your cock. I need you to fuck me with your cock. Please."
He doesn't answer this. Instead he kneels on the bed between my legs, still stroking his cock, faster now, and watches me. He is so close I can feel the hair on his arm brushing my thigh. But he doesn't touch me. At all. Not even a tease. He simply kneels there, jerking off just out of my reach. I can't stand it. I am fighting hard now against my restraints trying to move a leg enough to brush up against him or to push myself low enough to to rub my pussy on the head of his cock, but I am bound to tightly for that. My cunt aches to be filled. I need his cock inside me. I need to come. I beg him, plead with him to please fuck me, please, at least finger fuck me, at least rub my clit, anything. He ignores all of it. I have spent myself trying to get out of my shackles and I finally fall back limply, closing my eyes in frustration and exhaustion. This gets a reaction. "No," he says sharply. "Open your eyes and look at me. You are going to watch me. You are going to watch me until I come." I do as I am told. It is agony. Out of sheer frustration I find the strength to pull once more against my restraints. My arms and legs are burning with the effort. I am sure if I can just touch him, just brush up against him a little, that he will give in and fuck me and end my misery, but once again my efforts are futile. I need to come so much it hurts and I say so. It's more than I can take, I tell him, you have to do this for me. You have to. When I hear his breathing quicken I know my pleas are too late. I watch helplessly, moaning, as his hot come shoots out onto my stomach and pussy.
He turns away from me now, getting dressed again with his back to me. When he finishes, he comes and sits on the side of the bed, leaning in close as if to kiss me. But of course he doesn't. Instead, he hovers with his lips just out of reach and whispers cruelly "Maybe next time," then gets up and walks from the room, leaving me there still bound to the bed.
When he finally returns he stands at the foot of the bed surveying his captive. He's seen me naked so many times, but spread out so obscenely I am self-conscious under his gaze. And oh, what a gaze! He stares silently at me as he slowly unbuttons his shirt, his eyes flashing, an evil grin playing at his lips. He knows just how to fuck with my head. My thoughts race trying to guess what he's up to. He pauses a moment with his hands on his belt buckle. He knows I go crazy for him bare-chested in jeans. Looking at him leaves my pussy so soaked I feel my juices dripping down the crack of my ass. Finally, his jeans come off. His cock is rock hard, straining toward me. My arms ache with the need to stroke it, the need to run my hands up his back and pull him down to me. The handcuffs dig into my wrists as I strain against them.
"What do you want?" he asks. It is a command as much as a question.
"Your cock," I reply.
"What about it?" He is not about to allow such a vague answer to suffice.
"I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me with it."
"This cock?" he asks, slowly stroking it.
"Yes, that cock. Your cock. I need you to fuck me with your cock. Please."
He doesn't answer this. Instead he kneels on the bed between my legs, still stroking his cock, faster now, and watches me. He is so close I can feel the hair on his arm brushing my thigh. But he doesn't touch me. At all. Not even a tease. He simply kneels there, jerking off just out of my reach. I can't stand it. I am fighting hard now against my restraints trying to move a leg enough to brush up against him or to push myself low enough to to rub my pussy on the head of his cock, but I am bound to tightly for that. My cunt aches to be filled. I need his cock inside me. I need to come. I beg him, plead with him to please fuck me, please, at least finger fuck me, at least rub my clit, anything. He ignores all of it. I have spent myself trying to get out of my shackles and I finally fall back limply, closing my eyes in frustration and exhaustion. This gets a reaction. "No," he says sharply. "Open your eyes and look at me. You are going to watch me. You are going to watch me until I come." I do as I am told. It is agony. Out of sheer frustration I find the strength to pull once more against my restraints. My arms and legs are burning with the effort. I am sure if I can just touch him, just brush up against him a little, that he will give in and fuck me and end my misery, but once again my efforts are futile. I need to come so much it hurts and I say so. It's more than I can take, I tell him, you have to do this for me. You have to. When I hear his breathing quicken I know my pleas are too late. I watch helplessly, moaning, as his hot come shoots out onto my stomach and pussy.
He turns away from me now, getting dressed again with his back to me. When he finishes, he comes and sits on the side of the bed, leaning in close as if to kiss me. But of course he doesn't. Instead, he hovers with his lips just out of reach and whispers cruelly "Maybe next time," then gets up and walks from the room, leaving me there still bound to the bed.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
How To Answer The Door
I am waiting for you.
On my knees, naked, just inside the door, hands clasped behind my back, eyes closed, mouth open - exactly as you instructed. I am waiting for you. I can hear you coming up the stairs, outside the door, your keys jingling...or is that your belt buckle? It must have been both because I hear the door open and an instant later my open mouth is full of cock. Of course I was expecting it, but not quite as fast as that and I choke a little at first until I get my bearings. You grip me by the hair and force my mouth all the way down, abusing my throat. I open my eyes just a little, not enough for you to see, and notice the ring of my red lipstick around the base of your cock.
Suddenly you let go of my hair and shove me backward roughly by the shoulders. My eyes snap open and I see you kneel in front of me, grabbing me by the thighs pulling my hips toward you as you bury your cock in my soaking wet pussy. I reach up to pull you down to me but you slap my hand away - I let it fall to my chest instead and start to twist and pinch my nipple. You fuck me savagely, grinding my ass and shoulders into the carpet, harder and faster until I am about to explode. I reach up again. This time you let me pull you down on top of me and I come for you, screaming my orgasm into your neck and pushing you over the edge as you shoot your hot spunk deep in my pussy.
I'm too breathless to speak. You smile down at me. "Hi honey, I'm home."
On my knees, naked, just inside the door, hands clasped behind my back, eyes closed, mouth open - exactly as you instructed. I am waiting for you. I can hear you coming up the stairs, outside the door, your keys jingling...or is that your belt buckle? It must have been both because I hear the door open and an instant later my open mouth is full of cock. Of course I was expecting it, but not quite as fast as that and I choke a little at first until I get my bearings. You grip me by the hair and force my mouth all the way down, abusing my throat. I open my eyes just a little, not enough for you to see, and notice the ring of my red lipstick around the base of your cock.
Suddenly you let go of my hair and shove me backward roughly by the shoulders. My eyes snap open and I see you kneel in front of me, grabbing me by the thighs pulling my hips toward you as you bury your cock in my soaking wet pussy. I reach up to pull you down to me but you slap my hand away - I let it fall to my chest instead and start to twist and pinch my nipple. You fuck me savagely, grinding my ass and shoulders into the carpet, harder and faster until I am about to explode. I reach up again. This time you let me pull you down on top of me and I come for you, screaming my orgasm into your neck and pushing you over the edge as you shoot your hot spunk deep in my pussy.
I'm too breathless to speak. You smile down at me. "Hi honey, I'm home."
Friday, July 10, 2009
When Next We See Each Other
Part of what makes the muse so inspiring (apart from being the sexiest man I've ever met) is the delicious e-mail he sends. I woke up this morning thinking about this one from late last week (with permission):
"... The first time I come when we next see each other will be in your throat. The second will be in your ass. I want you to feel completely fucking used before I fuck your pussy. If this sounds unfair - tough. I am desperate to fuck your ass and I am going to fuck it hard. If it hurts you will just have to deal with it..."
I put my own spin on it, and after 30 minutes of furious masturbation that left me sore all morning, it occurred to me that I ought to write it down. Here it is:
**************
When Next We See Each Other
In the airport garage, I choose a spot as far from the other cars as possible, just in case. I am nervous - when I left the house to come pick you up in nothing but a trench coat and a pair of heels it had seemed like a good idea, but now that I'm surrounded by people I'm not so sure. Besides, you'll probably just assume I'm wearing a short skirt underneath it, so what's the point? I stand in the crowd waiting and pointlessly debating this with myself until you finally appear. I smile and wave as you come toward me. You see me and I watch you as you look me over and a grin slowly creeps into your face - you know. By the time you reach me I am blushing furiously.
We don't even make it out of the parking garage. As soon as we are at the car you push my back against it, using your body to pin me there. Your hand reaches up underneath my trench coat to find my bare pussy and you push two fingers in. I gasp as you start fucking me savagely, telling me I'm a filthy bitch, as only a filthy bitch would show up at the airport with nothing on but a trench coat. I'm so focused on your fingers moving inside me that I fail to notice your other hand has worked your belt loose and unbuttoned your jeans. Abruptly you remove your fingers and push them into my mouth, telling me to lick my juices off them. When I've finished you grab a fistful of my hair and roughly force me to the ground. I wince in pain from scraping my knees on the pavement, which you take advantage of to force your cock into my open mouth. I am not prepared and I gag and try to move back from you but you still have your hand wrapped in my hair and are holding my head still while you fuck my mouth. With tears running down my face I put my hands on your legs to try and steady myself and concentrate on trying to breathe. As you fuck me faster and harder my head starts drumming against the side of the car. I squeeze my eyes shut against the pain, but you tighten your grip on my hair and command me to look at you. When I do you pull your cock out and come all over my face and into my still open mouth. I lick your spunk from around my mouth while you wipe your cock in my hair. Finally you let go of me saying "Now drive" as you get in the car.
We drive home in silence. You are coldly ignoring me and looking out the window, and with the stinging of my skinned knees, my raw battered throat and my make up ruined by the trails of mascara running down my checks I am too shell shocked to speak.
At my apartment you drop your bags on the floor and consider me. "Lose the jacket, " you tell me. "The shoes stay." Obediently I unbutton the trench coat and let it drop to the floor. I stand opposite you, a naked and humiliated mess, while you look me up and down. You step toward me, taking me by the upper arm and twisting me around before shoving me face down on the bed. You grab hold of my hips and drag me back up to my knees, ass high in the air with my head and chest still pressed into the mattress. We both know what is coming, but I try to convince myself I'm wrong when you start rubbing your cock against my lips and teasing my wet pussy with the tip...but there will be no reprieve for me today, which I realize when your mercilessly push the entire length of your cock in my ass without giving me and chance to relax or adjust. I am too shocked to scream. You fuck me savagely, grinding my already burning knees into the sheets. My ass is stretched so tightly I am certain you are going to tear it. It's more than I can handle, but when I start to ask you to back off a little, you put your hand on the back of my head and push my face down into the mattress. It's a blessing really - having to fight for air takes some of my attention away from the pain. By now my legs are starting to get tired and between that and having to gasp for every breath I am too exhausted to fight you. I am helpless against you as you start to fuck me faster and faster, harder and harder, until finally I feel you tense and fill my ass with your hot come. I collapse face down into the pillows feeling used and fighting back tears. I try to hide my face from you, but you lay down beside me and carefully gather me in your arms and pull me to your chest. "My beautiful girl," you murmur as you kiss my forehead. "I've missed you so much."
"... The first time I come when we next see each other will be in your throat. The second will be in your ass. I want you to feel completely fucking used before I fuck your pussy. If this sounds unfair - tough. I am desperate to fuck your ass and I am going to fuck it hard. If it hurts you will just have to deal with it..."
I put my own spin on it, and after 30 minutes of furious masturbation that left me sore all morning, it occurred to me that I ought to write it down. Here it is:
**************
When Next We See Each Other
In the airport garage, I choose a spot as far from the other cars as possible, just in case. I am nervous - when I left the house to come pick you up in nothing but a trench coat and a pair of heels it had seemed like a good idea, but now that I'm surrounded by people I'm not so sure. Besides, you'll probably just assume I'm wearing a short skirt underneath it, so what's the point? I stand in the crowd waiting and pointlessly debating this with myself until you finally appear. I smile and wave as you come toward me. You see me and I watch you as you look me over and a grin slowly creeps into your face - you know. By the time you reach me I am blushing furiously.
We don't even make it out of the parking garage. As soon as we are at the car you push my back against it, using your body to pin me there. Your hand reaches up underneath my trench coat to find my bare pussy and you push two fingers in. I gasp as you start fucking me savagely, telling me I'm a filthy bitch, as only a filthy bitch would show up at the airport with nothing on but a trench coat. I'm so focused on your fingers moving inside me that I fail to notice your other hand has worked your belt loose and unbuttoned your jeans. Abruptly you remove your fingers and push them into my mouth, telling me to lick my juices off them. When I've finished you grab a fistful of my hair and roughly force me to the ground. I wince in pain from scraping my knees on the pavement, which you take advantage of to force your cock into my open mouth. I am not prepared and I gag and try to move back from you but you still have your hand wrapped in my hair and are holding my head still while you fuck my mouth. With tears running down my face I put my hands on your legs to try and steady myself and concentrate on trying to breathe. As you fuck me faster and harder my head starts drumming against the side of the car. I squeeze my eyes shut against the pain, but you tighten your grip on my hair and command me to look at you. When I do you pull your cock out and come all over my face and into my still open mouth. I lick your spunk from around my mouth while you wipe your cock in my hair. Finally you let go of me saying "Now drive" as you get in the car.
We drive home in silence. You are coldly ignoring me and looking out the window, and with the stinging of my skinned knees, my raw battered throat and my make up ruined by the trails of mascara running down my checks I am too shell shocked to speak.
At my apartment you drop your bags on the floor and consider me. "Lose the jacket, " you tell me. "The shoes stay." Obediently I unbutton the trench coat and let it drop to the floor. I stand opposite you, a naked and humiliated mess, while you look me up and down. You step toward me, taking me by the upper arm and twisting me around before shoving me face down on the bed. You grab hold of my hips and drag me back up to my knees, ass high in the air with my head and chest still pressed into the mattress. We both know what is coming, but I try to convince myself I'm wrong when you start rubbing your cock against my lips and teasing my wet pussy with the tip...but there will be no reprieve for me today, which I realize when your mercilessly push the entire length of your cock in my ass without giving me and chance to relax or adjust. I am too shocked to scream. You fuck me savagely, grinding my already burning knees into the sheets. My ass is stretched so tightly I am certain you are going to tear it. It's more than I can handle, but when I start to ask you to back off a little, you put your hand on the back of my head and push my face down into the mattress. It's a blessing really - having to fight for air takes some of my attention away from the pain. By now my legs are starting to get tired and between that and having to gasp for every breath I am too exhausted to fight you. I am helpless against you as you start to fuck me faster and faster, harder and harder, until finally I feel you tense and fill my ass with your hot come. I collapse face down into the pillows feeling used and fighting back tears. I try to hide my face from you, but you lay down beside me and carefully gather me in your arms and pull me to your chest. "My beautiful girl," you murmur as you kiss my forehead. "I've missed you so much."
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