“What are you doing?” Desiree asked, as if she didn’t know. I had never given her a real spanking before and wasn’t sure how it would go over. Desiree always tipped me on stage and I returned the favor with a public slap, but never a private one.
“You said you liked to be spanked, didn’t you?” My hand quivered with nervousness as it ran across her round cheeks. The first time spanking someone is always scary for me, especially somebody like Desiree. I wanted to slap her hard enough to satisfy my own sadistic streak, but I wanted her to like it enough to come back for more.
“You know I have to punish you for spying on us earlier!” I scolded playfully.
“I’m sorry,” she said, pretending to pout. “I just got, well, you know, kind of lonely.”
“You’re such a bad girl,” I told her. “But that’s why I like you so much.”
I laid one hand on her cheek and gave her a pat so delicate, my palm didn’t even sting afterward. When Desiree sighed and jumped, I knew I had her number. She wanted more. She said she was a lightweight, but it turned out she could take a decent round. I slapped every inch of her ass—longer-lasting strokes in the center of her cheeks, light circles around the outsides, and sharp stingy pecks on the most tender parts. Spanking Desiree was completely different from spanking our customer onstage earlier. This time it was real.
Between spanks, I ran my fingers up and down the back of her thong, which was hot and wet from the burn of exhibitionism. Desiree writhed against me so that the metal of her garter straps dug into my bare thighs. Once she was completely worked up, I let loose. My hand started moving so fast and feathery, it looked like a bumblebee’s wing. Desiree raised her derriere into the air as if she didn’t know whether to come closer or escape.
All the while, Erin was watching. “Hey, don’t hog her,” she called out. “I want to get to know your friend Desiree, too.”
“Good idea,” I said, playing along. Truth be told, I wanted to secure Desiree for myself. Erin was too much of a player to have total control over my horny new friend. If things worked out, Desiree might even turn into a fuckbuddy, or more. I should have learned my “bad girl” lesson with Erin, but I just can’t help myself. In spite of all the spankings I’ve received in my life, I’m incorrigible.
As I shifted around to let Erin in, I sneaked a first kiss from Desiree. Her lips were even hotter and softer than her asscheeks. She kissed me back and even slipped me a little tongue. It definitely wasn’t empty like kissing an ex, and it sure wasn’t like kissing a friend.
I pulled Desiree on top of me in missionary position so that she straddled my thigh. As soon as Erin planted her firm hand into Desiree’s bottom, she started grinding her pussy into my leg. The brush of her flesh only prolonged the pleasure I had felt before. It was as if my orgasm had never really ended. I held on to Desiree’s body from below, making out with her and watching over her shoulder as Erin’s hand sent electric jolts into her buttocks. With every blow, Desiree ground harder and harder into my body.
“I’m going to come,” she whispered into my ear between smacks and slaps. “Do you mind?”
“Go ahead,” I said, kissing her once again. “You earned it.” She let out a yelp and I felt her wetness melt into my own pussy juice.
Exhausted yet curious, I reached around and touched Desiree’s steamy skin. She had taken a lot—and given a lot. Anyone who has ever been spanked knows that a long, light spanking can be just as intense as a short, heavy one.
Afterward, Desiree and Erin both gave me their numbers. I promised I would call each of them the next weekend, but on my way home in the truck, I was already dialing Desiree’s digits. A week was too long to wait.
“All my exes live in Texas,” as the old George Strait song goes. “And that’s why I hang my hat in Tennessee.” Past exes or future exes, I don’t care. I’ll stay in Texas where the women run wild and the spankings are as hot and nasty as the weather.
PLAYING WITH TOYS
D. Alexandria
I like to please my Daddy, because he isn’t your ordinary butch. He holds his Butch Card in the back of his mental wallet, rarely caring for the rules and roles our community can lay out. He lives for pleasure and expects to receive it in all shapes and forms. Daddy prefers his girls, but isn’t above sliding his dick into a boy mouth if it’s pretty and inviting. He’s rough and unapologetic, his hand tight around my neck while he bucks his cum above me. Yet, he can be soft and vulnerable, allowing himself to part his thighs so I can taste the delicate folds he often dismisses. His word is sovereign and he loves me beyond reason because I can shatter him like no other. But overall, he controls me in a way no other Daddy can; making me unable to refuse the pleasure he so often seeks.
He sits in the armchair about five feet away from the bed. He’s relaxed, a cigar fixed between his lips, a Backwood, ’cause he prefers things to be raw and unrefined. The smoke rises and entwines, half-hiding the smirk on his face. He’s amused, which is perfect. That means I’m being a good girl.
I’m on the bed, legs spread, the lips of a coworker greedily sucking at my wet cunt, but my eyes are on him. I watch as his long, callused fingers pull the cigar from his lips, and see his tongue briefly dart out to moisten them. I sigh in visual pleasure, my hand reaching down to press her face deeper. She’s pretty, almost Daddy’s type, but not quite. He prefers his girls bigger, softer, with asses that can jiggle under his heavy hand, and large breasts for him to twist. Still, she’s not skinny; thicker than average, with small tits and wide hips. I chose her because she’s simple, like me. She’s never been demanding, always in and out of bad relationships, because she wants to be ruled, yet doesn’t really know it, always finds men who do it well, but not right. I can recognize my own with ease, and I knew she’d only need a little coaxing, because girls like me start shy but are greedier than one might think.
Daddy let me play with her first on my own, so I could see if she was ready. Before the night was over, I had her tied to her bed with scarves, spanking her Irish pale ass ’til it was redder than the hair on her head, and fucking her pouty mouth with her one hot-pink dildo. This is our second night and she’s prepared. She knows she’s a toy tonight; probably not in the full sense, but for her, pleasure is pleasure. A half bottle of wine for us, a shot of tequila for Daddy, and I lead her to the bedroom, kissing her deeply as I undress her on the way. Daddy lets us roll around for a while before coming in and taking his seat. I know he’s enjoying the position he’s found us in, because he has full view of her ass which is high in the air as she devours me like the sweet chocolate I am. And I know he’d love to just unzip and fill her, but he doesn’t. Daddy likes to torture himself, so he’ll sit and wait until the last possible moment, and then he’ll tear into her like no one has.
I like the feel of her silky curls as I twine them around my fingers, pulling her in deeper as I lift my hips. I slowly grind and hump her face, and she’s moaning, but it’s muffled and I can feel the vibrations against my clit. I watch Daddy inhale, the tip of the cigar glowing red hot, and I press my full thighs together, trapping her. She feels good, despite only having college experience when it comes to giving female head. Her tongue is small but firm, and she’s wisely fixated on massaging the sides of my clit, which makes my stomach flutter. I like it when the tongue is meticulous, not erratically licking every nook and cranny, and she’s working her way up to my possibly returning the favor. Her tongue suddenly drops to my hole, and I gasp loudly.
Daddy softly growls in arousal, his hand slipping down to cup his dick through his jeans, pressing it against him. Even in the dimly lit room, I can see his eyes are fixated on my face, and how I’m responding to her manipulations. I let go of her hair, my fingers traveling up my body to cup my breasts. I squeeze them, and pretend it’s his hands twisting them roughly. I see his lips part and I grab hold of each nipple, pulling at them. As her tongue snakes its way into my hole, I’m pinching my nipples tightly, my body tensing as I increase the p
ressure, Daddy’s knowing gaze prompting me to do it as he would. When I bend my fingers and press my nails in, I moan loudly, my legs crossing behind her head as I cum in her mouth.
Daddy winks. I’ve done well. Like a good girl I watch his face for any sign telling me what he wants next, but he’s still. He takes in the scene before him then looks at me expectantly. I smile. Daddy’s going to let me do whatever I want. I’m to show off for him.
I unfold my legs from around her and get to my knees, grabbing hold of her hair. I give her ass a soft slap and she purrs, pushing it out toward me. As I pull her head back so she can see my face, I give her a couple of firmer slaps across each cheek. She’s writhing, a contented smile on her face, her eyes locked with mine. I lower my hand, cupping her pussy, and she instantly spreads her legs wider. I’m not ready to go in, but just hold her firmly, watching her rotate her ass in anticipation. She’s gasping, her eyes already pleading with me, but I ignore her, pulling my hand away, and resume slapping her ass. I’m twisting her hair in my hand, forcing her to keep her head up as I decorate her. I like the feel of her soft skin and how it warms under my hand, and I’m fascinated by how quickly she starts to redden. I start aiming for her upper thighs, and she whimpers, trying to pull away from me, but I know she’s just playing and wanting to spur me on. I grab hold of one cheek, digging my nails into her, and she cries out and moans yes.
My eyes rest on Daddy, my cunt swelling just by the look of him. While I go back to spanking her, I’m taking in his jersey, the loose jeans, the boots that have pressed my face into the floor. I allow my gaze to travel upward, settling on his face, only half-shadowed by the cap that he has pushed back, exposing the white du-rag that’s in perfect contrast to his russet skin. At times his eyes can be as dark and foreboding as the scariest abyss, yet they are also quite capable of expressing playful teasing. For a moment I wish she wasn’t here, and that I could have him consuming only me the way his eyes are now.
I give her ass a firm slap before trailing my fingers to her dripping folds, and I give him a wink. I then look at her face, pulling her hair back even more.
“Ask my Daddy if I can fuck you.”
Her entire body trembles, and as I glide my fingers over her hole, I feel it try to suck me in.
I pull my hand away, giving her another slap. “I said ask.”
She turns her head, and for the first time takes in Daddy’s presence seated so close. Her voice is soft and almost breaks. “Can she fuck me? Please?”
“No,” he says.
I smirk and give her furry lips a tickle before my hand moves back to her ass. I almost feel sorry for her as I feel the heat from her skin before I spank her again, this time even harder. I watch tears well in the corner of her eyes, and she’s biting her lips intently, trying not to cry out from the pain. After a few minutes of this, her whole body is glowing from sweat, and I finally slip my hand back to tease her clit, which is so swollen that when I tap it, her entire body jumps.
“Let’s try that again.” I snap her head back, my eyes boring into hers. “Now, ask my Daddy if I can fuck you—properly.”
She quickly turns her head toward Daddy, and I can now see the genuinely imploring look on her face. “Please, Sir, can she fuck me?”
I see the curl of his lip before he chuckles. “Go ’head and fuck the bitch, baby girl.”
I sigh and when two of my fingers quickly enter her, she surrenders the cry, grabbing at the bedsheets. I let go of her hair, grabbing her by the shoulder, and dig into her, feeling her slippery walls grab me. She’s so damn hot, I have to bite my lips as I twirl my fingers, feeling her flutter along with me. She’s moaning, rotating her hips again, and I like the feel of her grinding against my hand, like hearing the noises her wetness is making as her cunt greedily sucks at my fingers. I pull away from her, letting my fingers tug her clit, and she goes still, pressing her face into the bed.
I bend my head and bite her ass as I flick her clit. She’s like me and likes to be teased; wants things to be drawn out so she can earn that cum. But sometimes cums have to be forced to put us in our place. I give her clit a soft pinch, and her hand shoots back to reach for my arm. My other hand slaps it away and I squeeze her clit harder. She’s moaning loudly, her arm waving, indicating to me that it’s too good, too soon. She’s enjoying finally having me in her and doesn’t want it to stop. I ignore her, tugging on it, feeling it stiffen even more. She’s trying to close her thighs, trying to lock me out, but I just chuckle and push my fingers back inside her, and pump her hard.
I can hear Daddy’s breathing increase. He loves a good audio and I know her moaning is definitely music to his ears. I slip a third finger into her and she bucks, trying to twist away from it, but I place my hand on the small of her back to keep her steady, thrusting into her harder. She’s pulsating on my fingers, muttering curse words under her breath between moans and sighs, and hearing her so agitated arouses me even more. I’m reaching in as far as I can go but her walls are trying to squeeze me out. She finally caves and starts moving along with me, begging for me to make her cum. Just as I reach around her to pinch her clit, I see her reach for her nipples, tugging at them almost cruelly, and she goes rigid in my arms. She cries out “No,” as she wets my hand, her cum pooling in my palm. I nip at her asscheeks with my teeth, still pumping her, forcing her to ride it out before I turn my eyes to look at Daddy. He’s almost ready. He’s pulling on the cigar, gripping his dick tighter and I can see the almost easily missed tremble in his right leg.
I move to the edge of the bed, and reach for the nightstand, finding the gloves and lube. As soon as she hears the snap of the glove, she whines and tenses. A quick look to Daddy and I see the glint of amusement in his eye at what I’m about to do. I’m liberal with the lube on my gloved hand, and when I touch her asshole, she yelps from the shocking coolness. Her yelps are quickly traded for groans as I coax her ring to relax and one finger slips in. She’s tight. Almost too tight. I close my eyes, relaxing in the feel of sliding in and out of her most private orifice, feeling the intense clenching on my fingers. Her groans are coming from somewhere deep; somewhere I’m reaching that hasn’t been touched in a long time. I’m almost gentle with her, easing her into it, lulling her into a sense of calmness. My free hand cups her breasts, tenderly squeezing them, hearing her soft gasps of pleasure as she gives in to the invasion.
I feel her ring opening, and a second finger slowly penetrates her, and she’s mewing into the sheets like a kitten. I’m slow and steady, careful to keep her relaxed as I push and pull, explore and recede; preparing her while my Daddy looks on with approval. When I slide the third finger in, she’s gripping my arm tightly, rocking against me, trying to impale herself. Sluts like us crave this; feeling stretched and filled, knowing nothing else except what is being done to us.
I start to squeeze her breasts more harshly, rolling the nipples between my fingers, and I feel her hole contracting.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No!” she cries out.
I let go of her breasts, and start raking her asscheeks with my nails. “Why don’t you want me to stop?”
She lets out a sob “’Cause I need it.”
“Need what?”
She’s moving her hips faster, almost gliding on my fingers. “Need this! You, fucking me.”
“And why do you need to be fucked?” I give her ass a slap, and my eyes find Daddy’s.
She trembles as she cries out, “’Cause I’m a slut!”
Daddy’s eyes close briefly at what he hears, and I watch his hand move to his belt. He quickly gets his dick in his hand and my pussy is drooling at the sight of it, watching his hand slide up and down the shaft.
“Tell my Daddy,” I prompt her.
“I’m a slut!” She’s moving faster on my fingers, her eyes taking in the sight of Daddy jacking off. “I’m a slut, Sir. I need to be fucked!”
I’m pumping her faster now, my hands a blur. She’s crying out loudly, t
hrowing her ass back at me, this time ready to let go. And I let her. I let her fuck my fingers till she squeezes on them and I know she’s probably wetting the bed. She’s gripping me tightly, her body shaking so hard that I hold her as well, telling her she’s a good girl. I slowly pull out of her and bend my head, kissing her full on the lips as I shed the glove. I stretch out beside her, pulling her in my arms, my tongue exploring her mouth, as she sniffs and gasps for breath, aftershocks occasionally rocking her body.
We’re like that for a few minutes, rolling around on the bed like starved lovers. I like that she’s energetic like me. That after a mind-blowing cum, she can bounce back and be ready to play. I maneuver her so that she’s lying on top, between my spread legs, and I’m still kissing her, running my fingers through her curly red hair, enjoying the taste of her sweet mouth on mine.
Only I hear the creak from the chair, as I lock my legs around hers, spreading them. Only I feel the slight movement in the bed, as my hands slide down to cup her ass, squeezing the cheeks, and then finally pulling them apart. And only I can see Daddy above her, giving me a wink, just before he groans and she gives a piercing cry into my shoulder. I feel the roughness of his jeans against my fingers as I hold her apart for him. She’s gripping me tightly, her nails sweetly digging into my skin as my Daddy fucks her, burrowing into her ass as only he knows how. I know she’s completely filled with him when her eyes, wide as saucers, peer into mine, filled with lust. He gives a slight thrust and her eyelids flutter closed, her lips forming an O. I like the feel of her weight on top of me, our breasts smashed together, the sweat from our skins mingling into one.
Daddy’s remaining still, enjoying the feel of being deep inside her, the feel of her ass against him. I let go of her cheeks, my fingers trailing up her spine, making her quiver. When my fingers once again find her hair, this time I roughly pull her face down to mine, our lips crashing together. I suck on her lips, nipping at them with my teeth, and her fevered gasps are becoming moans again, so I know that Daddy’s moving. His thrusts are slow and deliberate and I can feel the anguish in her body at having it done this way. So often, we sluts want a fast and furious ass-fucking, because the slow ones forces us to deal, to feel each inch, each level of us being peeled away. I know Daddy’s giving her his full length on each stroke, pulling out ’til only the head remains, allowing her to remember how terrible it feels to be so empty, before driving back into her so deeply. She’s feeling the impalement she’s been after all night.
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