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Posted:Mar 19, 2023 1:20 am
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“Molly.” Scott’s voice sent butterflies fluttering around Molly’s belly. Biting her lip, she doubled the knot on her robe and headed down the stairs.
He’d made himself at home, she saw. Her beloved cat obviously approved, and was getting a gentle back scratch. Molly made her way to stand in front of Scott. He was gorgeous and if she’d been wearing panties, they’d be wet. Not from the shower.
“Did you need something?” She asked. She’d shown him where the spare towels were and invited him to help himself to anything in the fridge. She didn’t have guests often so she hoped she hadn’t forgotten anything.
“You.” He told her with a smile. Molly bit her lip. She loved his flirtatious ways but she wasn’t entirely confident in reciprocating. Luckily, Scott seemed to understand that she needed direction more than autonomy. “Take that robe off.” Glancing towards the window, she saw that he’d taken the time to close the blinds. Reaching for the knot in the sash, she tried not to think about what a turn on it was that in a minute, she’d be completely naked and he’d be completely clothed. Shrugging out of the robe, she wondered where to put it until he reached out and took it from her. “You’re nervous.” It wasn’t a question. Nodding, she wondered what to do with her empty hands.
Gently setting her precious cat aside, he smiled and spread his knees. “Kneel.” He ordered softly. That was something Molly was only too happy to do. Setting her hands on his knees, she settled down between his feet, grateful for the physical affirmation of their different status. She was the sub and it was up to him to lead and decide.
Reaching behind her head, he tugged the elastic that held her ponytail in place and ran his fingers through her wet hair, clenching his fist until she couldn't move her head without pain. Instantly, she relaxed. On a visceral level, her body accepted that it was no longer in charge of anything. Scott would decide and all she needed to do was obey his instructions. He seemed to see the change in her and smiled.
Reaching to the side, he pulled back the throw blanket to reveal condoms, lube and a dildo. She’d expected that, but not at ten o’clock in the morning for some reason. His flight had been delayed last night and she’d only managed to vaguely wave to her collection of toys before they’d fallen into bed and sleep. Clearly, he’d found time to explore while she’d been in the shower.
The dildo was actually a nozzle that could be fitted to the shower hose but it was close enough in girth to a real penis. “Do you want to put this in yourself, or do you want me to do it?” He asked. Molly groaned. He couldn’t have asked her a more embarrassing question. “If you want to do it yourself, I will watch you do it.” She felt her cheeks heat at the prospect. There was no way she was pushing an artificial cock up her ass while he watched! Then again, she wasn’t entirely comfortable asking him to do such a thing. Seeming to understand her predicament, he nodded and dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Up you get. Turn around, legs apart, and bend over.” When she looked ready to protest, he raised an eyebrow. “And reach back to pull your butt cheeks apart as wide as you can.” Mortified, she stood and turned away, her hands coming back to cover her bottom before she bent over. It was as if, for a moment, she thought the overall average of covering her ass and then presenting it would somehow work out to an un-embarrassing medium. Still, she didn’t want to ruin things and spread her legs then bent at the waist.
“Beautiful.” Scott whispered. She heard a squirt of lube and his cold, slippery finger pressed against her bum-hole. She tried to relax and felt him slide into her body.
“You’ve been doing the training, like we agreed?” Scott asked, slowly thrusting his finger in and out of her body. Suddenly she wished he’d gagged her - not so that she couldn’t speak but because then he wouldn’t be asking her these awful questions. Or, at least, he wouldn’t be expecting any answers. His free hand came down hard on her ass cheek. “Answer the question.” He demanded, pushing a second finger into her.
“Yes.” Molly admitted. They had, sort of, negotiated how she would prepare for his visit. Each day, she’d worn a plug for an hour or more to get accustomed to the feeling. When the time was up, she’d been required to thrust the plug fully in and out for a hundred count. Usually, she’d done it laying on her side on the bed, lingering at the widest part of the plug, where it was most uncomfortable. She liked to imagine that it was Scott doing it and what he might say. She always thought that he’d offer some sympathy for the discomfort but also remind her that if it was easy, it wouldn’t be worth doing. She must simply endure it because it pleased him.
The dildo, though not particularly long, was stout and did not have the groove her bottom could close on for respite. It went in thick and stayed that way, enforcing a hard stretch. Scott stood up to have a better position as he pressed it slowly into her body. “No, don’t squirm.” He told her softly, rocking it incrementally into her bottom. Molly did her best not to clench but it wasn’t easy. She knew that she could take it easily. She had many times in recent weeks - and usually when it was pushing water under pressure into her bottom.
All those times, she’d been doing as ordered but she’d been in control to stop or slow the progression of the nozzle into her. Having Scott in control was completely different. Short of safe-wording, she had no say in how things would go. That was great when it came to him taking the lead but it was also terrible when he was pushing an artificial cock into her butt and not giving her any option but to let him do it. Once it was fully seated, he resumed his torture-by-embarrassment. “How does that feel?”
“Ok.” Molly said, pleased to have found the shortest possible answer.
“No, I want you to tell me exactly what you’re feeling: physically, mentally, emotionally.” Scott corrected. “But first, let’s get you upright and turned around so you can tell me with eye contact and I can enjoy your blushes.” Reaching down, he placed a hand on each of her breasts to steady her as she straightened. Pulling her back for a moment, he ground his pelvis against her bottom, bumping the end of the makeshift phallus. Satisfied by her sharply drawn breath, he sat down again and looked his fill.
That ass was going to feel amazing when he sank into her. Molly was anything but subtle - so he knew that anal sex after punishment was a big turn-on for her. She’d also given him plenty of pretextes for punishing her. The big one was letting her hang-ups interfere with giving him what he wanted. That was going to stop and stopping it was going to be great fun: for him. She probably wouldn’t enjoy it quite as much as he would, but then she didn’t want to. Molly liked her submission to be like a weighted blanket, pressing down on her.
Reaching over, Scott lightly dragged his nails from the upper curve of Molly’s ass to mid-thigh. He wanted to laugh when he saw her shiver at the sensation while he watched pink lines appear on her skin. Reminding himself that she was supposed to be telling him, in detail, what she was feeling, he patted the side of her thigh to urge her around. Knowing that she might have plenty to say, he dropped a cushion between his feet for her to kneel on. This time, her hands slid around the backs of his ankles as if she hoped he wouldn’t notice but still needed to maintain physical contact. That was fine with him: he planned on playing with her tits while she told him what she was feeling. She didn’t make him wait.
“Physically. I feel stretched and full and pleasantly achy. Did you know that the vagus nerve can be stimulated right through the walls of the rectal cavity? There’s research to show that it can reduce epileptic seizures and depression. Though usually, vagus nerve therapy is applied at the neck.” Knowing a dodge when he saw one, but filing that bit of trivia for future consideration, Scott shook his head.
“I can Google that later. Right now, I want to know how it feels for you, right now.”
“Good.” She admitted. “Though I’m not sure how much of that is physical or mental or emotional.” Her thumbs were stroking randomly over the curve of his ankle bones. Scott didn’t think she was aware of what she was doing but it was surprisingly distracting. He didn’t tell her to stop, but he mirrored the action over her nipples and she pressed into his hands, clearly enjoying his touch. “Mentally? It feels... reassuring. I knew that you would do this at some point though I didn’t expect it to happen quite so fast.” She flashed him a rueful smile. “It sounds weird, but I’m glad I don’t need to worry about when you’ll take control now. You’ve already started and that makes me feel more secure. It’s like I don’t need to worry about being my vanilla self or the hostess with the mostess. I can just be me and you’ll tell me what you want and need.”
“Emotionally? It feels intimate and like I’m somewhere I belong. It’s where I want to be.” She looked down where Scott’s fingers were pinching her nipples a bit more roughly and though she shifted as if to get a bit closer and ease his tugging, her hands continued stroking the back of his legs.
“What do you need from me, right now?” He asked. Instantly, he could see that she was trying to find the words to express what she needed but in a way that would minimise any pressure for him to deliver it. For someone so chatty, she was really terrible at asking for anything. That was going to change too.
“I need to be used.” She finally whispered. “I want to feel possessed, even if it’s just for a little while.”
“Possessed? Does that make me a demon?”
“No, not that way. Possessed as in owned, but with some intensity. Not owned like a book you might around to reading some day. Maybe. If you have time. Owned like something you’ve wanted for a while and now that you have it, you are going to savour it. Something you value.” Scott liked that distinction though he noticed that she still hadn’t really told him anything about her desires. It was like pulling teeth. He had a plan though.
“Ok. In that case, I think I’ll start by spanking you.” Scott could feel the sudden acceleration of her heart beneath her skin. “Over my lap.” He ordered, shifting towards the middle of the sofa. “No arguing.” He warned sharply when she opened her mouth. Shrugging, she positioned herself into what was effectively a plank over his lap. She was giving him less of her weight than the cat had. It wasn’t a position she’d be able to keep for long but more to the point, he didn’t want her to even try. “Hands at the small of your back and toes off the floor.” Sighing, she gave in, letting herself relax against him. Clamping one hand on her wrists, he took a moment to stroke her skin and consider for a moment the nestled dildo between her cheeks. With his free hand, he took a moment to twist it and then rocked it gently until she squirmed a bit.
Though it was her first spanking from him, he didn’t go easy on her. His hand cracked against the skin of her ass and left a white print that quickly flushed to a light pink. He wondered how much deeper a shade of pink he’d be able to generate and how many spanks it would take to cover her whole bum. Feeling very scientific, he started systematically peppering different parts of the flesh offered up to him. It wasn’t just the colour of her skin... he was fascinated watching her try to stay relaxed. He smiled as her ankles crossed and her toes curled. When she bent her knees in a pointless effort to protect her bottom, he cheerfully smacked her thighs earning the first sound of protest but her feet lowered. Feeling just a little bit mean, he patted her thighs. “Legs apart, I want to make sure I don’t miss those inner thighs.” With the first swat, she was squealing against the sofa cushions and squirming frantically. “Oooh... you really don’t like that.” Scott announced cheerfully as if she was unaware. In his left hand, her wrist twisted suddenly and she grabbed on to him, obviously seeking comfort from him even as she submitted to the spanking.
The redness of her bottom had already started to subside so he gave her a few final smacks and then ran a hand over her hot skin, giving her time to catch her breath. When she seemed to have regained some semblance of calm, he helped her back down onto her knees. “Thank you.” She whispered. Scott leaned forward for a kiss and then moved to whisper in her ear.
“I want you to go upstairs. Use the bathroom if you need to. Take out the plug and clean it and then get on the bed with pillows under your hips and just wait for me to come up and fuck your ass.”
“Yes sir.” He steadied her as she got to her feet and watched as she headed up the stairs, ruefully wondering how he was going to follow without maiming himself with the zipper on his jeans.
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Wicked Deeds - Story
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Posted:Mar 16, 2023 9:38 am
Last Updated:May 10, 2024 8:5 am 5223 Views
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It was late, nearly midnight, when someone pounded on the door. Whomever it was clearly hadn’t taken the dark windows as a clue. I didn’t budge. They’d get the message. After a moment, my phone buzzed with a text message.
Scott: It’s me. Open the door.
Stunned, I read the message three times until a second message appeared.
Scott: Molly! It’s pouring! Open the door.
Squealing, I yanked on the nightshirt I’d tossed over the foot of the bed and raced down the stairs, then back up to grab the key for the deadbolt. By the time I pulled open the door, you were soaked. “I can’t believe you’re actually here!” I blurted, reaching for your hand to tug you into the house. Once you were inside, I slammed the door shut, locked it and replaced the chain before leaping at you for the long-anticipated hug and yelped as I came into full body contact with a lot of cold and wet fabric. You laughed but wouldn’t let me squirm away and we both warmed quickly. “I wasn’t expecting you.” I said, inanely.
“Probably because I didn’t tell you I was coming.” Leaning back, I looked up at you more carefully.
“You look tired.”
“I am. I’ve been up for over twenty-four hours but I wanted to get here as soon as I could. I need sleep though.”
“Shower first? You’re freezing.”
“Yeah.” I led the way upstairs, collecting a fresh set of towels for you and turning on the water in the shower. You’d been out of comms for a few weeks and to have you just show up was wonderful but throwing me off my game. I was glad I’d just made the bed up fresh that day.
“Let me.” I said softly, joining you in the bedroom. Smiling, you dropped your hands away from the buttons on your shirt. I made quick work of undressing you. Some other time, I would linger and tease but this wasn’t the time for that. In a matter of moments, I had you naked. “Go on. Have your shower.”
Not ten minutes later, you were back, scrubbing your skin dry with a towel. “Sorry baby.” You told me. “Whenever I imagined this, I was sure we’d start with fucking but I’m just too tired.” Smiling, I put my Kindle away and patted the mattress where I’d pulled back the covers for you.
“I know. It’s okay. Come to bed. We can fuck when you wake up.” You chuckled and slid naked into bed, moaning with pleasure as you sank into the mattress. Reaching over, I pulled up the covers, enjoying the sound you made under the weighted blanket before turning off the light. Tired you might be, but it didn’t stop you from reaching over and pulling my hips back so your cock was nestled between my ass cheeks.
“Expect to be woken up early.” You warned, nuzzling my shoulder.
Thirty minutes later, I knew you were still awake. “Can’t sleep?” I asked quietly.
“No. My brain won’t shut down.” I wriggled a bit until you let me roll over onto my back, my legs draped over your thighs. There was just enough ambient light to let me meet your gaze.
“Scott, I know you said you were too tired to fuck but are you too tired to be fucked?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know how we talked about exploring pegging together?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I wanted to be ready if you ever managed to get out here again. So I bought a strap-on harness and a modestly sized dildo so that if you wanted to try, we could. If nothing else, it might give your brain something else to focus on?” I knew from experience that sometimes even just a few moments of distraction from a worry was enough to release its hold on my mind. Against my hip, I felt your cock twitch. “I’ll be very gentle.” I promised.
“That’s definitely not how I imagined our first time together to go.” You told me, sounding hesitant.
“I know. But we can do what you imagined tomorrow. For tonight, I just want to help you get the rest you need.”
“Let me see it.” You said, pushing yourself up into a sitting position. Turning on the light again, I retrieved the harness and dildo from the toy bag. It was a clear silicon cock, five inches long but not too girthy. Even for someone untrained, it wouldn’t be too challenging. I could tell that you weren’t entirely sure about this. I could also tell that it had effectively distracted you from whatever had been bothering you a few moments before. “Yes. Okay.” You finally said, handing it back to me. “How do you want me?”
“Help me get the harness on.” I said, tugging it up my legs. You grinned and tightened the straps, forcing the dildo upright against my pelvic bone.
“Let me get the lube.” I told you. Going into the bathroom, I considered for a moment what would be best. I wanted you to feel as comfortable and safe as I could manage and for me, that meant giving you a sense of control. As a sub though, I also knew that it was a fine line with making you feel like you were responsible for making this a good experience. You weren’t. That was my job tonight.
I slipped a glove on my right hand and a condom over the dildo before collecting the homemade coconut and olive oil lube. Smirking, I also slid the bullet vibrator into the small pocket on the harness. You wouldn’t be able to see it but you were certainly going to feel it. “Slide your ass to the side of the bed.” I told you, returning to the bedroom. Stepping between your legs, I patted your thighs. “Feet up against the bookcase. That way if you need to push away, you can.” Your legs were long enough that your knees were well bent when you complied. I knelt down and checked the height. I was a bit too low and reached for my yoga blocks to raise myself slightly.
“So face up?” You asked. Looking down at the impressive erection you were now sporting, I nodded and smiled.
“Face down would be uncomfortable, I think. Besides, I want to see your face and play with your cock while I fuck your ass.” I knew that graphic language was a turn on for you and telling you what I had planned was just ratcheting up your arousal.
Scooping a glob of lube up with two fingers of my gloved hand, I first coated your dick. As I spread the oil over you with my other hand, I took more lube and this time ran my fingers along the crack of your ass, gently teasing your hole. Your thigh muscles twitched as I played with your cock and ass.
When I felt your asshole relax, I slid a finger in and thrust gently a few times, spreading the lube. “You’re doing so well, Scott. There’s no rush. Take it nice and slow.”
Your cock bucked in my hand and some pre-cum leaked out. “Don’t tease me!” You growled. “I won’t last long like this.” Nodding, I withdrew my hand and collected more lube, smearing it thickly on the dildo before lining it up.
“Ready?”
“Yes!” I nodded and guided the knob into you, pressing just enough to get past the ring of muscle before moving my hands to the tops of your thighs and pulling you towards me even as I pushed my hips forward.
I was mesmerised by your face. Having never been on this side of the equation, I had never watched the parade of expressions that came with being penetrated like this, except in porn. There was something about the initial pleasure you’d shown when I first touched your ass, followed by the flash of panic as you felt yourself yielding to the intrusion, and now the collision of sensations as the shaft slid past your sphincter and the knob rubbed on your prostate. It was amazing knowing that I was the one to make you feel all that.
I set a slow, gentle pace to start. I wanted to give you the chance to adjust, but also process, what you were feeling. I played with your cock and with my free hand reached down and turned on the bullet vibrator, chuckling as you almost bucked off the bed in surprise. “Fuck!” You yelped. Feeling wicked, I ground my pelvis against your ass, the full length of the dildo sinking into you. “I’m not going to last long.” You warned me.
“I hope not. If you do, I’m doing this wrong.” You chuckled and then tensed. “Faster!” You demanded. Pulling back, I started fucking you with more speed, leaving only the knob in you as I thrust in and out. “I need my hands. Play with your cock. Show me how you get yourself off when I send you a new story or pictures.” I told you. You raised an eyebrow at this very unsubmissive instruction but complied, sliding your hand up and down your cock, your gaze never leaving my face even as I watched your hand move. I tried, as much as possible, to match your rhythm, pushing in on your upstrokes and pulling out on the downstrokes. My hands were back on your thighs, ensuring that we stayed perfectly aligned. “You’re doing so well.” I encouraged, knowing that there was a lot for you to process. After a few moments, you arched and came. It was beautiful. I wanted to imprint every detail in my memory.
When your legs began to shake, I pulled out of you and gently eased them down so your feet were on the floor. Reaching for the pile of towels I’d folded but not put away earlier, I cleaned you up as best I could before removing the harness and setting it down on the used towel.
“Come on. Let’s get you settled properly.” I offered, urging you back into a sleeping position on the bed. “Do you think you can sleep now?” I asked.
“Not until I get a good night kiss.” You mumbled, though you were obviously well on your way to sleep already. Smiling, I pressed my lips to yours.
“I’m glad you’re here, Scott.” I whispered. You didn’t hear me. You were already asleep.
Pleased, I collected the towel, harness, and dildo and went to clean them before climbing back into bed with you and considering what would happen in the morning.
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