I stand nervously in the arrivals area at the airport fixing my too red lipstick and scolding myself for being ridiculous. There is nothing to be nervous about, I tell myself, he'll be happy with you. I have the platinum blonde hair he asked for up in the high ponytail I know he loves. Red fingernails to match my lipstick. The shiny black thigh high boots I'd bought just for him and practiced walking in for weeks. And I have the dress - black, vinyl, extremely short, plunging neckline, tightly hugging every curve of my body due to the corset lacing up the entire back of it, which also prevents me from wearing any underwear. I'd bought it specifically to wear when I picked him up. I'd shown it to a couple of girlfriends beforehand and they'd all had the same reaction: You are not wearing that to the airport. Yet here I am standing in the airport, feeling conspicuous as the eyes of everyone walking past rake over me, and worried that he won't like his surprise.
The muse came through the gates smiling and greeted me with a kiss. We walked the short distance to the car, chatting about his flight while I opened the trunk and he put his bags inside. Any doubts I had about my appearance were quelled when he reached an arm around my waist and pulled me against his chest, kissing me hard as he ran his hands up the back of my thighs and under my skirt, his nail digging into the cheeks of my ass. A moment later he let me go. We got in the car. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked me when I tried to put my key in the ignition. "We aren't going anywhere yet." He pushed my knees apart and slid his hand up the dress to find my pussy already soaking wet. He pushed his fingers inside me, his thumb pressing hard on my clit while I buried my face in his neck whimpering. After not having been touched in five months, I was ready to come almost immediately, but just when I was on the brink he abruptly pulled away from me. "People," he said by way of explanation and I looked up to see a group of them walking right in front of my car. I moaned with the agony of being so close to orgasm and then having it taken away from me, but they were gone as quickly as they'd appeared and he was back inside me, expertly fucking me with his fingers as I clung to his shoulders and begged him for more. When I came for him it was all the more intense from being made to start all over again, my whole body shuddering as waves of pleasure rushed over me. "God, I missed you," I said when it was over.
He slid his fingers out of my pussy. "Good," he replied while he pushed them in my mouth for me to suck clean. When I'd finished, he kissed my mouth softly. "We can go now," he said.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
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."
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