Mr Fussy and Demanding
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Posted:Aug 12, 2015 3:53 pm
Last Updated:Mar 2, 2024 12:57 pm 105503 Views
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Mr Fussy and Demanding...... He sounded sane enough on the phone... intriguing..... i asked what i should wear and he relied 'don't open that Pandora's box!!! He said he was particular, fussy, wanted style, class.. we chatted a little more, enough for me to get some idea of His preferences......
so this 'assignment' started early..... the bathing, lotioning, smoothing...... the choice of underwear (he asked if i would bring other outfits with me).... the hair, make-up, nail polish...... carefully chosen.......
my favourite '' dress, mid length, cotton black/purple flowers....... stockings ( plain to the knee then revealing a racier pattern), black lace suspenders belt, black lace, black lace g-string with split gusset.... dark purple nail polish, silver jewellery..... eyelids of lilac, purple and black, lashes long and thick.... an 'orgasmic glow' of blusher.... soft pink glistening lips..... perfume 'Clique Aromatics'..... black ribboned court shoes.....
the familiar feeling of trepidation, mixed with excitement.... an air of unreality.... certainty and doubt tangled.... a call on arrival... He sounds nervous, it gives me some confident... i'm parked the other side of the pier.. the dark side.... walking with purpose... a group of Asian Men are at the Pier entrance... one calls out to me 'where are you going?'.. another 'come over here'..... other calls i don't hear, fazed out... the irony of being grabbed on the way to a whoring makes me smile..... i cross the road.. they follow.... i take out my phone and pretend to be talking..... walking with purpose still.... reaching the hotel, staying 'on the phone' while i sort out the directions to the rooms.......
making a soft knock to the door... i hear movements from inside... it gets my mind racing... what might be the other side..... more noises.... more thoughts.... the door opens and he smiles......
Amy walks in and takes a deep breathe.... he says 'you look lovely' 'thank You' Amy replies with her almost demure smile..... they chat for a few minutes... he explains his connection with S... His desire for control, His obsession with details.... He was expecting dark hair and Amy is now fair, but he approves... he looks at her hands, nail polish, jewellery, shoes, eye colour.... He's happy.... its all He'd of chosen He says.. the dress, shoes...... everything..... he asks Amy to walk around the room while He sits on a chair .... Amy finds this disconcerting, the indirect attention she finds awkward... she wanders the room, taking a drink... standing at the mirror.... He asks what she has under the dress... Amy describes her underwear, still standing in front of the floor length mirror, He is sitting behind her.. she watches Him watching her.... ''lift the dress slowly' Amy does, revealing the stocking tops, the suspenders..... 'take it off'.... she lifts it over her head...... He stands and walks to her.. hands now exploring her arse, tits, back... fingers in her hair, holding her face , throat....... she turns and leans back against him... gently rubbing her bottom to his groin feeling him hard against her.... her hands move to the bed, leaning down, pressing harder back onto Him... his hands slap her arse,thighs... light, fast, warming slaps.... she writhes from the hips, moaning, encouragingly at the sensation......
i can feel it starting... my mind falling into the feelings, need growing..... responding to His touches.... His hands controlling my head with my hair... His mouth raining kisses on my face, neck, head..... i reach around to undo His belt and ease his jeans down.... i slide to the floor as he stands to help him step from them.....
i look in the mirror... Amy flushed on the floor, between his legs... i take off my bra... my hands caressing his thighs and calves, mouth kissing... rubbing breasts over Him... nuzzling close to his groin through his boxers... tongue finding His cock head, flicking lightly.... whimpering needily...... He removes the boxers and Amy's mouth finds His cock..... His hands grasping her hair... tugging her head... there follows a frantic time of mouth to cock... throat.. drool... cheek slapping with his shaft and hands.... gasping.. mascara running....... hungry cockwhore on the floor between his legs...
He pushes her to the floor and kneels over her..... cock pressing deeper... holding her nose.. choking spluttering.... her pulls free, her tongue snaking under his balls, sucking gently, tip teasing his arse.... he's groaning, grunting... calling her a fucking dirty slut.. a needy bitch..... over and over... she groans yess. i need this... He gasps and turns around ... his hands to her cunt... she gasps... yesss.... 'you want it? ' he asks... he teasing her clit... fingers close to her cunt.... she groans deep.. yes, i want your fingers in me.. he obliges... a finger sliding in... 'more' she moans.... he finger fucks her ... she thrusts her hips wildly, still sucking on his cock.... he shifts lower.. his mouth to her slit... she grinds to his face.... sucking deeper,head thrashing side to side...... his tongue feels so good.... abandoned to her own pleasure Amy arches and grinds under his lips, tongue fingers.... cumming hard... moaning, her moans muffled by his meat in her mouth...... she pulls his hand and head away... body shuddering and he laughs... 'have a drink' he says... Amy laughs too and stands for a drink then pulls him into the bed... lying him down and stroking his thighs.... breasts dragging over him.. mouth attentive.... cock, chest, neck.. his mouth... feeling his hands grip her hair again... pulling her mouth where he wanted it.... she kneels between his legs.... her thighs open... stroking her own clit... taking his cock head and running it over her piercing .... telling him to watch... watch his cock against her cunt... sliding through the wet folds.... sucking his fingers..... he groans....
i'm thinking he's not going to cum.... his not rock hard now.... my jaw is aching..... but then he grabs my head and fucks my mouth.. i feel his cum ooze over my tongue... i suckle him dry... saliva everywhere... he groans and shakes all over....
amy gets a towel and dries him carefully, lips how soft and tender over his cock and balls...... lying down......
He's happy.... he thinks she's perfect... 'where have you been all my life?' your face is perfect for me, your body... everything.... even the fact you're a passionate nympho...' he laughs... 'stay.. stay the night'' come away for the weekend....'... He says i've damaged his reputation, he let me 'have my head'... he didnt want to be nasty to me.. he couldn't.... but he's happy......
He's intrigued about the 'arrangement'... as i go to leave he gives me an envelope... 'i nearly forgot' he says 'and you didnt say anything'... 'well' i reply 'i dont know what the agreement was'... He's amazed... 'really??..... i nod.. 'so you'll take this, not knowing whats in there? are you going to look/check?' 'no ' i say..... he laughs.. 'I need some lessons from our friend'..... i smile....
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Enduring.... For what?
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Posted:Aug 4, 2015 2:33 pm
Last Updated:Jul 31, 2020 7:47 am 89605 Views
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the night before i was thinking about going to C in the morning, telling myself what i was going to wear, how i was going to present myself to C.... anyway then I thought, at the last minute, i didn't think i could do it... But doing something one doesn't want to brings a different kind of reward, I think....
tues morning... off to school.... bath, shaved (no money for waxing anymore  ).... lotion onmy body.... I'm online, cramming as I get ready. The Guy asking to see my cunt before i go... i lay back... cunt smooth, oiled, fingers slipping in easily, Him telling me what i am.. of course next thing i know i'm lost in it all... in the space.. and Cumming... almighty effort to dress, put on make up and leave.....
i wear a simple black cotton shift dress, strappy high sandals, nothing else.... i park and walk up the street... some workmen are on a driveway... i wonder if they can see... i feel naked, exposed.... i let myself in his house as usual.... some soul music playing.... it's hot, clammy.... i move to an armchair, lean over, lifting my dress high, my arms,hands stretched down onto the chair, thighs apart.. and wait.... imagining what his view will be as he enters...
the back door opens, i feel a panic rise at the thought it might not be him, he's always come down the stairs before.... i hold my pose, hear a noise, of surprise, of approval, then feel his hand on my arse... hear his zip pulled down, his cock pressed into my crack... i arch my spine, lifting my hips, grinding my buttocks back onto him... his fingers assault my cunt, fast and furious.. i make all the appropriate noises, say the right words... 'yessss, oh god, fuck me.. yesss'... then his cock is in me... thrusting hard and deep.. my hands gripping the chair arms, holding myself steady.. the sound of him slapping against my bottom... my hips crushed against the chair back..... suddenly his hand is in my hair, pulling me up and then pushing me down saying 'suck my cock'... i'm straight to my knees, mouth ready, lapping my cuntslime from his shaft.... sucking him in, pressing cock down my throat.. he's saying 'you've missed this haven't you, you miss my cock.. tell me' ... he yanks my head back, freeing my mouth... i moan a yess.. i do, i have' and he thrusts back in... my hands stroking his thighs, holding myself steady on his legs...
then he's pushing me to the floor... on my knees, head down and his cock is ramming in once again... he's grunting and panting.... we are both sweating... his fingers slipping round and rubbing my clit in a frenzy..... it's at this point i realise i can't do it, can't get 'there'... i clench my cunt hard.. each his thrusts with my own, hoping this will get him off quickly.....
he flips me over, climbs on top of me... both bodies dripping... he wants to kiss, i feel the sweat drip from his forehead onto me... i feel sick, i want him off.... i wriggle out and tell me to lie done.. i pretend i've cum and need to breathe a while.. i turn my attention to pleasuring him... hands, mouth on his cock and balls, sucking them both.... tongue flicking his pisshole, encouraged as i taste his pre-cum there.... he moves again, wants to kiss again... turns me on my side,lifting one leg up and entering me side and behind... i feel myself only moist, feel anxious that i might dry up.. he's slamming into deep.... fingers back to my clit.. i twitch and squirm away again.. standing, leaning back on the sofa back... head down.. he takes me that way... then pulls out.. turns me around.. tells me to kneel before him... and finger myself... he wanking and watching... he said he's going to cum over my face... i moan hungrily.. one hand on my cunt the other on my tits... finally he comes... shooting over my tits, face, grabbing my hair and pulling my mouth to his spurting cock... i swallow his last drops... my hands rubbing his cum over my breasts...
we, fall to the floor, both dripping, it's so fucking hot... he asks if a need a shower.... we chat a while..he wants to kiss, to pet, to fondle... i'm cringing inside.. his face is wet with sweat.. his mouth desperate.... i'm enduring!!!!!!.... fuck i'm suffering....
finally i can leave.... money given....
i walk back down the road, pass the workmen, again i wonder if they noticed that my makeup isn't on, that my face is flushed, dress is creased.....
i drive to work... i feel sick, my stomach churning.... my cunt sore.... throat aching....
i need meaning back.. i need to be watched by the One who takes this from me.... or i'm just a , and that's quite boring and sad...... i don't know how to get there
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Uncle Michael
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Posted:Jul 15, 2015 2:26 pm
Last Updated:Aug 14, 2021 4:23 pm 85950 Views
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the anticipation was different, stimulating.... the unknown, the 'uncle'.... no money to change hands and realisation of how cash changes a scenario... i didn't have to 'perform' as such (well not in the same way) i didn't need to pretend, i could just be me, with honest responses...... the preparation enjoyed, waxed, lotioned, dressed as i thought would be pleasing to an Uncle...
driving there, wondering... imagining walking into a room, Uncle telling me to put on the nightie and get into bed, while he waits in the bathroom... i'd lie there, waiting, nervous.. hearing his approach, sliding under the blankets, coaxing, whispering Uncle.... seductively abusing for my own good.... the needy little responding instinctively...... cunt clenching as i drove....
The reality .... walking to the hotel room, heart racing, taking deep breathes.... a light knock on the door.... it opens, a gruff voice 'go in the bathroom, change, skirt as short as possible, tie done up to the stop'...... i went in.... a white shirt, blue tie, short black pleated shirt, long white socks, white knickers, black shoes.... on the side, a pair of glasses, 2 flowery hair bands and a hair clip..... my initial thought.. 'oh no not the school girl'.... but then i appreciated the effort, the detail, and thought maybe this Uncle had imagination/creativity, maybe he would 'get into' my head.....
i walked into the room, he stood me at the end of the bed facing outwards.... my legs were shaking....
'You know why you're here, don't you?
'no'
'no? you have been sent here to be punished, did you know that'
'no, i didn't'
'He didn't tell you, well I've been told you have been caught sucking boys cocks'
i looked up.... 'i like sucking cocks'
'Pardon?'
'i like sucking cocks'
'Right show me'
i sat on the edge of the bed, hands trembling as i undid his belt, opening his trousers and freed his cock.... looking up murmuring 'can i?'....
My mouth soft at first, tasting a drop of pre-cum with a whimper, tongue then slowly swathing around his tip before encasing his cockhead in my lips..... hands stroking, mouth working.... after a while he says 'stop, get on your knees, from now on when I say 'refresh' you will lick from under my balls, all up my shaft, over my slit then take my cock deep into your mouth and you will count each time you do'
those heart-sinking words 'count' i've never 'got' it, i don't understand why it's such a common request/has such an appeal.... anyway... I kneel , tongue accurately sliding up his balls, shaft and tip before lowering down over his length, lifting head and saying 'one'.... He looks down 'one Uncle Michael'.... I repeat 'one Uncle Michael'
she starts again, tongue trailing upwards, mouth burying downwards, 2 uncle Michael..... again her head thinking of the action only, making each time slightly different in pressure, position, finding a rhythm... 3 uncle michael.... another, 4 uncle Michael.... 5 uncle Michael.... 6 uncle michael...
'stop and stand up' he turns me to face the bed... lined up are a cricket bat, leather paddle, slipper and sandal... 'you are going to be punished, spanked, slippered, paddled... you were 4 minutes late and this will be added to your punishment' He sat on a chair 'get over my knee'..... She leans over... he lifts her skirt, feeling the tight white knickers, stroking.. then slaps on cheek.... 'count!!!' She inhales at the slap... 1 uncle micheal.... he spanks the other side, 2 uncle michael.... again 3 uncle michael, 4 uncle michael.... his hands stroking.. the spanking again, harder.... 5 uncle Michael, 6 uncle michael, 7 uncle michael...... 'you seem to be enjoying this are you???' 'noo' she whines, shaking her bunches of hair.... he tugs on one... then 8 uncle michael, 9 uncle michael, 10 uncle michael... slaps getting harder again.... 11 uncle michael.... 12 uncle michael........
'get up, on knees and refresh' She does... slowly tonguing over his balls cock, tip and sliding down over his cock, sucking on release.... 1 uncle michael..... again, 2 uncle michael... deep breath.... 3 uncle michael..... 4 uncle michael... closing her eyes, sinking into the process, trying to blank out thoughts...5 uncle michael... slow, careful.... 6 uncle michael.... 7 uncle michael..... precise, deep.... 8 uncle michael.... 9 uncle michael.... 10 uncle michael...... 11 uncle michael....... 12 uncle michael..... 'stop'
'kneel on the bed, on all fours... She moves he lifts her shirts, strokes her cheeks, fingers her clit through her panties... she jolts and moans at the touch, leaning my bottom back to rub at his cock.... he rubs it over her arse... tugging at the knickers, rubbing her clit... 'don't you dare cum' he says... 'nooo' she whispers...
'Lie down' She turns and lies down, head over the bed edge as he fucks her throat..... 1 uncle michael as he pulls out..... 2 uncle michael... 3 uncle michael drooling out... 4 uncle michael, coughing and reaching... 5 uncle michael... 6 uncle michael 'stop'
'turn over.....' he pulls her knickers to her knees, fingering her wetness... getting a vibrator and placing it to her clit.... She twitches, groans, bucks as it tugs at her clit bar.... 'don't cum' he says again....... Her mind thinks 'chance would be a fine thing'... yet she is wet, very wet......
he stops... 'on hands and knees again'.... he enters her cunt with his cock, plunging in hard and fast.... slamming into her slit... then stops and lies down....
'suck my cock'.... She does tasting her juice on his flesh, lapping it greedily....... He rolls over... 'rub my back, lick my back'..... She does... small hands soothing, tongue trailing up and down... he lifts his arse up... 'tickle my balls'.... Her small hands slip under him, fingertips tickling, palms cupping, stroking, light, gentle.....
he moves... 'kneel on the bed'..... he reaches around for the paddle... rubbing it over her cheeks and slit then pounding it over one cheek... She gasps... one uncle michael... he shouts 'head down, arse higher'... the twack again harder.... She cries out into the pillow 2 uncle michael.... he uses the paddle to caress her cheeks before hitting again harder.... Her teeth gritted hiding a cry.... 3 uncle michael.......
he gets back on the bed... and nods at his cock... She works it her own way, hands and mouth, quickly he's grunting... 'oh fuck'.... she murmurs in encouragement....' fuck, im cumming'..... She sucks hard, feeling the pulse of his orgasm, his spunk spilling over her tongue and down her throat.... she holds his cock in her mouth as he settles... then gentle kisses his softening shaft.... 'get dress and go' he says 'and consider your self lucky'...
i got up and went to the bathroom, been there 50 mins...... was giggling to myself as i changed..... i left the uniform as i found it, then left the bathroom and went straight out the door......
on the way home i was amused........ i felt he was probably very disappointed with his niece..... and i was cross with you not telling me more or what was expected/arranged.... i could of prepared my head better..... though im not sure uncle michael wanted to try and get into my head
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Turkish Delight... lemon and rose
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Posted:Jul 6, 2015 1:13 pm
Last Updated:Jan 27, 2024 7:56 am 81628 Views
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Turkish Delight, lemon and rose......
It was familiar, intimate, comfortable..... yet this time there is no prolonged downstairs foreplay... straight to the bedroom.... he wants a back massage as I've offered before... oil ready..... undressing him... fingers soft, mouth close..... he removes his trousers, sits on bed edge... I kneel on the floor.... mouth to his groin... looking up 'you're letting me be greedy today...' 'yes' he smiles...' do what you want'....... face nuzzling, ball sucking, arse licking, tip kissing, tongue swirling. hands caressing.... he looks down at me... 'you love it don't you, really love it' ... smiling around his cock, low whimpers of pleasure vibrate around him.... he lies back... climbing over him, removing clothes.... panties wet.... rubbing cunt to his cock... he pulls me upwards... thighs straddling his face.. sucking, biting, lapping ......... so, so wet, pulsing, wanting pussy.......... I slides down..... attentive once more to his cock...
the condom goes on... sitting astride him.. clit throbbing against his cock.. hips rocking, writhing guiding his shaft in.... he says...'just the tip, no more... don't move...' exquisite cunt clenching, orgasm building, hips shifting slightly... 'don't you dare' he murmurs...
'oh god pleasee, please... i want to cum..... pleaseeee.. now feel me cum... i want to cum on your cock..' passionate whispers, urgent, wanton... flying.... 'oohhhhh god pleaseee.. fuck.....' 'no' he says..... whimpers almost a sob.... 'pleaseeee let me cum, let me cum. letmecum.........'
'yes'.... 'fuckkkk...' the climax had been hanging waiting..... flooding, no movement required, just pulsing orgasm... shuddering body, falling onto him........ 'fuckkkkk......'
moving ... onto stomach... him plunging from behind.... ramming back onto him... cunt soaked, soft, relaxed, hot... clit hard sensitive....
lying down on back... watching him.... His hand pumping hard at his cock... Then groaning, cock spurting cumming over my stomach, tits, face......
then resting, talking.. the usual questions, his need to understand why.... about you, this... my darker side... why not explore that with him.... he wants more.. more time with me... we have mind-blowing sex so why wouldnt I want that........ he'll ask you... he'll do that, much as he finds it hard/doesn't understand, but he'll do it...... he wants me and another.... lunch, drink, hotel.......
i leave... cash in hand..... see Your mails .. no answer... i'm in town wandering.. for some reason almost panicky, wanted to connect..... frustrated..... feeling maybe some anxiety over the degree of my pleasure earlier..... money heavy in my purse... buying a cd - James Blake... seeing Turkish delight.... delicate cubes of lemon and rose... heavily dusted with sugar powder.... want.... want... need...
sucking... the sugar melting, teeth sinking into the firm yet soft texture..... my damaged senses nulling the subtle favours... but i imagine..... the zest of lemon, scent of rose..
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A return visit....
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Posted:Jun 18, 2015 3:46 pm
Last Updated:Jul 31, 2020 7:43 am 39242 Views
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apprehensive again, going back, only slightly reassured about the 'different terms'.. the new terms creating their own concerns... thought of 'performing, stripping, acting sexy, making me feel so self-conscious... then repeating the mail You sent 'Amused will make of it what she will'.... holding onto that... no wrong, no right, it will just happen.....
arrived early enough to wiggle into the one piece fishneck body stocking, halter neck, under dress and apply make up.... watching the house from across the road.... watching the minutes pass, quiet, calm on the surface, churning beneath... walking across the road, feeling more confident opening the door unannounced this time... stepping straight in, no hesitation... turning into the front room, hearing music, seeing empty sofas... turning around.... he's sitting there... on a dining chair placed in the centre of the room, his face impassive.... i put down my bag, take a deep breath and walk over to him, slowly.... standing before him and turning around til my back is to him... moving to the music, slow, small movements.. leaning forward, representing my arse to him... slowly my hands move to slide my dress up over my thighs, leaning forward further.... revealing the fishnetted flesh, the crotchless hole exposing my slit.... crudely framed by the black stocking.... i feel his hands reach to slide up my thighs... has they move i pull the dress off and drop in to the floor.... then place my hands over his, moving with him... grinding before him.... i hear him groan... amy smiles.....
standing up and turning... standing close, straddling his legs, hands toying with tits, offering the flesh to his mouth... one then the another.... feeling his hunger as he sucks at each nipple, his hands on my body, my hands to his head.... stroking, lifting his mouth from my nipple, taking it with my mouth, kissing.... feeling his excitement build, feeding my confidence..... his fingers find my cunt.. plunging in... fast and hard... my hands on his shoulders, my body arching straining, fingers gripping at him.... kissing again... then pulling away... turning hands and knees to the floor, rolling hips as he leans forwards to finger fuck me again... i thrust back and forth, tits swinging.... crawling round... tugging his shorts with one hand, the other guiding his cuntcoated fingers to my mouth and sucking them.... smug at his murmurs and moans of arousal....
he removes his shorts, amy kneels, hands , mouth working..... his breathe quickening, yanking me away, pushing me over and thrusting inside..... fast, hard..
standing taking my hand and walking out of the room... through the kitchen, outside.... pushing me to kneel and suck him.... cool air on hot skin.... lifting me to place my hands on a low wall, taking me from behind again... withdrawing, i turn round to sit on the wall... sucking once more.... tasting him.... he pulls away.. guides me back inside, i walk slow, reaching the front room and dropping to hands and knees in front of him... hearing him grunt as he lowers into me.... fucking hard... then moving free and kneeling.. i sit.. working his cock with hands and mouth... finally feeling him cum... swallowing... hard..... he falls on the floor, laughing... my mouth remains latched on, gently draining.. i hear him say 'every last drop'... my mouth gets gentler, softer, til lips are just kissing...... then he pulls me up to lie next to him...
he's smiling... thanks me for a wonderful start to the day..... we chat a little... i ask about his other desires, he says he won't go into them at that moment... he says not to leave it so long next time... amused is teasing still, body rubbing... i feel his cock hardening.... he asks how long i have... i say i have to go to work.... he laughs and says he doesn't want a quickie, would rather save it for next time and he doesnt want me rushing... he's very sweet this time/now......
we say our goodbyes.......
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Walking into the unknown... Breaking and entering.....
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Posted:Jun 6, 2015 3:31 pm
Last Updated:Jun 6, 2015 3:32 pm 43572 Views
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different preparation, different feelings... a heavy sinking in my stomach, head trying to be rational, telling be this was crazy, way beyond safe..... physically doubting i could actually walk into a strange house, knowing nothing...
all kinds of thoughts..... the most likely from what You had said... a man wanting to catch a slut on his premises... maybe threaten to call the police, to hear her begging not so, she'd do anything......
... Or .... maybe I'd find a man bound to a bed wanting a 'thrill'..... finding more than one man...... finding a women.... the house being the wrong one, or situation changed and he couldnt tell You, finding some people there, a family looking at me in amazement..... finding an angry wife, checking up, catching hubby out on his schemes.... the law investigating a/w.... private detective trying to catch hubby out.... and group of , booking a for a laugh.... So many horrendous possibilities... My trust in You so blind....
i hadnt heard from You on the timing, i was clinging to the hope it would be cancelled again.... i was wondering if i had the guts not to go, just mail You i wasnt going in..... feeling sick... parking close to the house, noting the curtains all drawn.... 2.59pm... leaving the car.....
amused head settling...... reaching the kitchen door, slowly opening, putting hand bag down... eyes drinking in the house, kitchen smart, clean, recycling systems, looking into the front room/diner... some surprise at seeing toys, games... a family home.... hearing footsteps on the stairs.. i stand still in the front room doorway..... he's shouting, white with anger, pumped up 'what the fuck are you doing here?' what the fuck do you think you're doing? marching towards me, hand grabbing my hair hard..... i murmur... 'i'm sorry, i, i... heard a noise....' 'WHAT!!!! Fuck that...'. he yanks my head twisting me around, pushing me over the arm of a chair.. gripping hair tight, tugging my drees up and slapping at my arse.... 'this is what you get, breaking into my home... his arm around my neck.. hand groping my tits, fingers fucking hard into my cunt.... 'kneel!!!!'
i kneel, mind processing the options... does he want me to resist, to struggle, does he want passive terror... does he what a 'fuck yes this is what i need?' I'm annoyed that i don't know....... he has his cock out, still grasping my hair, pulling my scalp, forcing his cock in my mouth... fucking hard... i can't move my lips, tongue, can't offer the pleasure amused likes to..... then he releases my hair and in one shift tug, pulls my dress and lingerie free... pulling me up to my feet, over the chair again.. his cock ramming into my cunt.. no condoms, my minds in a whirl... i'm saying 'no... no' he slams my head down onto the chair.. i feel his cock pull from my cunt to slam into my arse.... i screamed...sharp pain .... this seems to stall him a moment, probably worried about the neighbours... he slapped my arse again and plunged straight back into my cunt...... my head is thinking... he's going to cum in me.... i'm wriggling, trying to pull free...... he yanks me up and throws me on my front onto the carpet..... entering me from behind, twisting my neck to force his tongue in my mouth.... the carpet rough... surreally i was looking at the toys around me.... he rolled me over..... tried my arse again but i squirmed.... he pinned me down... pounding hard.... im thinking... fuck he's going to come.... i writhe and wriggle from under him... my mouth finding his cock... his hand in my head, fingers in hair.... cock taking mouth.... my brain is chanting 'just cum, just cum......' then he groans 'swallow' ..... i do ..... he lifts me up by my hair.... holds me round my neck again... tells me to get dressed and fuck off....... i dress quickly... he throws my keys and money at me... i turn and walk... out the door..... my body wet with sweat, legs shaking......
i get in the car.... tears welling..... mind telling me to not cry there... not outside his house..... i'm angry You arent there.... i'm angry i cant tell anyone and seek solace there..... i'm fucking angry at holding myself together... stopping the tears, setting it all aside... minimising the experience into something more manageable ..... i drive a while then stop in a lay by...... i have a few tears.... shock, anger..........
he was just an angry man.... he was pumped up... He was white with rage...... scottish accent scared me, like drunk people do...... perversely i was also angry that because i wasnt sure what he wanted from me exactly, he might of been disappointed... and You know i cant bear that thought.........
there was no skill involved.... could of been any 3 holed slut....
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Take me to Church - Hozier...... Say no more....
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Posted:May 29, 2015 1:52 pm
Last Updated:Feb 12, 2021 4:03 am 45127 Views
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My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshiped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
'We were born sick,' you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me 'worship in the bedroom'
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
Amen. Amen. Amen
Take me to church
I'll worship like a at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
If I'm a pagan of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
To drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine looking high
What you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work
No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Amen. Amen. Amen
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You asked... 'Can You tell heaven from hell.....
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Posted:May 24, 2015 5:14 am
Last Updated:Jul 31, 2020 7:43 am 46215 Views
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i think i can tell 'my' heaven from 'my' hell..... and many people would disagree....
heaven can be found sitting reading a book, listening to a song, in a dream, in a touch........
hell in a monologue, in trite conversation, in unfulfilled desires.....
my heaven is still, calm, deep, sensual... it's the handing over of responsibility, the giving of self..... "the polymorphous state of depraved perversity...."
hell is not feeling.......
well thats what it is today.... tomorrow might be different...... x
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An order,a jolt, the trigger... A switch in the psyche......
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Posted:May 19, 2015 1:53 pm
Last Updated:Jan 27, 2024 8:01 am 50451 Views
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an order, a jolt, the trigger... a switch in the psyche.... seed sown..... the direction craved, yet dreaded, in equal amounts....... she knew it would happen and her mind began to re-frame her response, to wallow in the lull as the direction worked deep within her being.......
the night before, fingers rubbing at her cunt as the image of him pissing on her, in her, thrust her climax over the edge.... the morning, fingers again, frantic, orgasm easy... mind embracing depravities, burying shame and disgust....
the drive, mind clear again, calmness wrapping around any fears, doubts, hesitancy...... clarity... acceptance... inevitability..... arrival.... His grin, almost sheepish, knowing his own thoughts and plans...... her eyes scour his flat for clues..... scrunched up cash on the floor.... a length of rope over the door... a coffee table in the middle of the kitchen, towels over in, cuffs around each leg... a bucket in the corner... a collar, lead, blindfold, speculum on the kitchen side.... a baseball bat propped in the corner...... she absorbs these things and turns and smiles, stripping her dress, revealing her body encased in a fish net stocking...... His hand is instantly in her hair, gripping roughly, feeling her scalp wrenched from her skull.... she cries out as he yanks her head to one side... speaking in her ear... 'and how are you feeling today, what are you in the mood for'.... she twists her face, grinning as she whispers... 'you'd better feel me and see'......
she lifts her hips, thighs parting as His hand reaches down between her legs, His fingers instantly slipping into her wet cunt, groping her flesh... murmuring.. 'you filthy fucking cunt, horny are we?' she thrusts on his fingers needily, whimpering in response... He straightens up, fingers still wrapped hard in her hair, dragging her to the kitchen..... He takes the ropes and binds her ankles together... then moves the coils upwards and ties her wrists behind her..... she stands.... he yanks at her hair, pinches and twists viciously at her nipples, slaps her breasts.... fingers stabbing into her wet hole, then lifting them to her mouth, fingers forced down her throat, feeling herself gag over his hand..... He's harsh... 'so your 'controlled now are you? directed?'...... 'and you vanished, you fucking bitch, dirty little cunt... are you going to vanish again???' He sounds menacing and she had a thought that He was really angry at her, pissed off, feeling messed around, usurped by another and was He in control of himself..... she looks up at him and laughs.... he rolls his eyes in exasperation... and mutters, 'so, fucking sexy, suck my cock'...... she relaxes, safe again......... kneeling to take his hard cock in her mouth.... relaxing into her suckling... calming at her own actions, mind floating....... he allows this for a while, then grips her hair hard once more and fucks her mouth and throat til her face and his shaft are dripping in her drool.....
he looks down at her, then pushes her to the floor, standing over her watching her form wriggle on the floor... he bends down, rolling her onto her back, his hand to her cunt... she's sodden... he fingers her, clit, cunt.... she arches and writhes on the floor, desperate, needy, greedy... bucking at His hand....... he pulls her to her knees again and sits on the edge of the low table before her... she reaches for his cock with her mouth..... His hands hold her head... hissing at her... 'I'm in control here, not you'.... she feels her eyes unfocusing, glazed... the floor beneath glazed with her wetness.... His hand holding her head as her mouth strains for his shaft... her whimpers... 'please, pleaseee... let me.. let.. me.....'..... He releases her head and lies back, succumbing to her attentions, her mouth working His cock, tongue over his balls, arse.. burying into him, face rubbing his thighs, groin...... He groans and sits up, untying her, again twisting her nipples til her yelps and pulls away..... forcing her to kneel again.... she realises he wants to piss... her mouth opens, letting His cock head rest on her tongue, careful not to over stimulate, to wait, patient... lips relaxed, holding him gently, tongue wet, caressing his slit... the flow begins, filling her mouth.. she swallows, hot bitter piss, the stream grows and spills from her lips, dripping down her tits... he pushed deeper into her mouth... she splutters, swallows, gulps.... gasps.... looking back up at him and laughing as the piss flow stops......
He moves her onto the table, binding her arms to the corners above her head..... standing looking down at her, her body stocking piss soaked clinging to her flesh..... he reaches for the baseball bat... sliding in over her slit... she groans.. thighs widening, hips rocking to meet it.... mound lifting, wantonly..... he guides the bat into her... the hardness filling her soft wet flesh, rigid inside her... she feels herself buck and thrust with his movements..... he stands fucking her with the bat.. leaning over, rubbing his cock over her wet face.... her mouth catching him... hip action lewd... moaning as he pulls the bat free and lifts it to her mouth for her to suck, taste......... then back into her pussy.... stroking himself, looking down at her.... she's shuddering, shivering...... tiring.....
He moves between her legs, bat abandoned.. rubbing his cock over her groin.... over her clit... she's almost sobbing in want.... clit hard, swollen.... throbbing...... ' fuck that's good, so good' shes mutters, ' i want you to piss over my clit'..... 'I'm going to' He replies.... his stream pumps over her.... so hot, rubbing herself into His cock head, against his streaming slit... he lifts her legs, places his cock at her cunt entrance, she holds still.. feeling him ease slightly into her.. knowing his piss is filling her cunt.... he pulls out and rubs himself looking down at her...' she's writhing... flushed... 'cum over me, please' she hears her own words..... feels him shoot over her face, tits, belly.......
He releases her, they cling for a moment, shivering wet... her cum drunk........ then he lies her down, no restraint this time.. he takes her clit in his mouth, tongue over it, fingers teasing her cunt entrance..... she's twitching.... he eats her piss soaked lips, clit,, fingers plunging into her urine filled cunt... the piss flooding from it... his fingers at her clit, in her cunt.... she's thrashing, thighs tense.. trembling... cumming painfully, completely........
after..... laughing... 'you bad, dirty bastard'..... Him glowing... her showering....
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On Your return..... A night out.....
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Posted:May 13, 2015 2:52 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2024 9:47 am 52397 Views
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'We're going out, wear the dress you bought on your birthday, take your time getting ready' .... i smiled, i understood the sub-text, the 'realm' dress, time taken on preparation... with a clenching cunt i went upstairs... fragrant bath oils, a leisurely soak, skin smooth, polished... careful application of make-up, soft smokey eyes, full lips, mascara coated lashes brushing eyelids..... hair shining, falling straight over shoulders... sheer nylons sliding over waxed legs, stockings hooked over the suspenders hanging from a waist clincher, thin strands of lace covering soft, bare folds of cuntflesh.... the dress, a silky fabric, crude in colours and covered in circus images, a simple wrap-around, tied at waist, cool against my body.... green shoes.... standing at the mirror.... amorist ready..... ahh, not quite, the perfume, a spray, the mist landing on wrists and throat.....
You stand at the bottom of the stairs, waiting..... watching... Your hand on my throat, to hold me still as Your other palm feels over the thin fabric, a frown as Your fingers feel the strands of the thong... one swift delve through the crossover of the skirt, a gasp from my lips, as Your fingers grasp the lace and yank it from my slit... everything else appears to meet with Your satisfaction.... taking my hand in Yours, we leave......
the venue was small, a few faces i recognised, more that i didn't, music playing low enough to hear conversation, loud enough to enjoy, a relaxed atmosphere. i felt myself calming, this looked 'safe', almost respectable, fine food laid on tables, a bar... You were in 'charming' mode, Your hand resting on my lower back as We passed through the room, You stopping to say hi and make some small talk now and then..... we reach the bar, You guide me to a high stool, i smile, my feet aching.... i hear You order me a bottle of coke with a straw... so attentive this evening...... as the drinks arrive You step behind the back of the stool, Your arms reaching around me, grabbing my wrists and pulling them behind me.... i inhale... oh yes, i had been lulled into a false sense of security.... of course there was no resistance as You tied my wrists to the low back of the stool... just a quickening of breath.... the ropes weren't tight, just enough to hold my arms in place behind me.... a simple tie, yet so effective..... You moved in front of me.... lifting the straw to my lips .. whispering.... 'drink, say nothing'..... i looked into Your eyes as i sipped.. then watched as You lowered the drink and took a blindfold from Your pocket.... darkness descended... i took deep breathes... calming, steadying... i could feel Your hand untie the dress at my waist and open the wrapped around material, revealing the stockings, corsets, breasts, cunt...... then..... then... i sat, listening to Your conversation, exposed.. vulnerable.... tingling....
the room shrinking around me.. all focus on the space immediately around me, no awareness of what was happening elsewhere, feeling bodies walk pass me, some stopping, talking to You... then a hand brushing my shoulder, i flinch then hear You laugh, was it Your hand? i don't know....... lips on my neck, soft.. a women's? i feel my nipples tightened and goosebumps rise over my flesh.... fingers then pinching the hard nubs... a groan from my lips.... still voices.... a soft caress over my cunt, fleeting... my thighs fall instinctively wide.. an arch to my back.... then teeth on my breast.... thick fingers opening my labia.... a mouth on mine... i feel dizzy, i feel my clit erect, engorged, i no longer care whose hands, whose mouth.... two cunt wetted digits shoved into my hungry mouth, i suck , tongue swirling.. the fingers change to another tongue, kissing.... i feel hands on my thighs... lips on my cunt... my hips straining forward.....
ice.. a cube on my nipple, on my clit... laughter.... a finger dipped in alcohol to my mouth, to my cunt, burning...... a bullet buzzing at my ear.. placed to my pussy... a moan loud.. arching... limbs trembling..... so wet, so fucking wet.......... i shudder... i cum hard... head thrown back.... You are there.... arm around me.. untying me...
You pull me from the chair, still blindfolded You lead me to the bathroom.... You straighten and re-wrap my dress... You tell me to catch my breath...... then we go back into the room.......
All seems the same.... i have no idea who touched me, who groped, kissed, sucked at me..... noticing the smiles from some...... You say to me.... 'that was starters' ......
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