Lips Like Sugar

by Violet Blue

  His fingers were agonizingly slow, teasing her, making her wriggle in her bonds. He stroked her pussy lips through the fabric, delicately, lightly, pushing her legs even wider apart when she tried to bring them together. She could barely speak.

  “Please don’t,” she managed to gasp. “Don’t touch me, please, not there.”

  “What?” he asked sharply. “You don’t want me to touch you there?”

  He flipped the knife out of his pocket again, bunched the fabric of her panties up in his fist, and with two quick slices he cut through the cloth and tossed it away. Without a word he pulled her pussy lips roughly apart, fondling her callously, and smirking when he discovered how wet she really was. She ground herself against his hand, moaning aloud as he pinched her clit and plunged his fingers deep inside her.

  “I’ll touch you any damned place I want,” he informed her. “In fact, you’re such a hot little thing that I think I’m going to fuck you.”

  “No!” she shouted, trying hopelessly to twist away from him. “No! Please! I have money; you can have all of it. Just don’t, please don’t….”

  He smiled to himself. There was probably about ten dollars in her wallet. Not enough to rescue her, even if either one of them wanted her to be rescued.

  “I don’t want money,” he said coolly. “I want you.”

  He had put the knife back in his pocket, so she decided to try one last dramatic gesture.

  “Let me GO!” she shouted, kicking out hard on the last word, and connecting with his thigh. His grunt of pain was very satisfying, although she knew she would pay for it. He cursed aloud, temporarily ignoring her as he rubbed his abused leg, while she struggled uselessly to get free.

  “You still haven’t learned your lesson, have you?” he observed.

  He flipped her easily onto her stomach. The ropes were tighter around her wrists that way, and when he rested his weight on her legs, she was completely immobilized. He ran a finger up her bare back, making her shiver, and then locked his hand into her hair. His other hand came crashing down on her upturned bottom, spanking her again and again, making her howl and kick. The blows came fast, without mercy, until she was breathless and sobbing, begging him to stop, promising him anything. His hand thrust unexpectedly between her thighs and came away with incontrovertible evidence of her continued arousal.

  Infuriatingly, he chuckled.

  Sliding on top of her, he pressed the front of his jeans firmly against her ass, pinning her beneath him, letting her feel his erection through the denim.

  “You know what I think you really need?” he hissed into her ear. “I think you need to be fucked in the ass.”

  She froze, feeling genuine fear for the first time. They had never done that. He couldn’t be serious. He was just trying to scare her. Wasn’t he?

  “Yes, I think that’s exactly what a little slut like you needs.”

  Every muscle in her body was paralyzed. He must know it, must be able to feel how panicked she suddenly was.

  “What’s the matter? Don’t tell me a prick tease like you has never had it up the ass before?” His fingers disappeared back inside her, inflaming her in spite of her fear. Then to her dismay, he pried her cheeks apart and slipped one wet finger easily into her warm back passage. She was shaking her head, her cry anguished, almost shamed. It felt good, very good, and she was so hot, and so scared at the same time; she didn’t know if she wanted him to stop or not.

  “See what happens to bad girls who don’t do as they’re told?” he asked, continuing to stroke the soft flesh deep inside her. “Just imagine how it will feel when it’s my cock inside that tight little hole.”

  She was moaning and squirming back against his hand, unable to help herself.

  “Please,” she whispered almost inaudibly, “please, don’t.”

  “No? So you’d rather I fucked your hot little cunt than your ass?” he asked, abruptly jerking his fingers away and pressing his knee between her legs against her aching pussy. When she didn’t answer right away, he pulled her cheeks apart roughly, and she shrieked.

  “Yes!” she begged, “Anything but that, anything!”

  “Then tell me,” he whispered fiercely, sliding on top of her again. “Tell me that you want it.”

  She could feel his hardness through the layers of his clothing. She groaned and tried to hold out, tried to conceal how badly she wanted him. He thrust hard against her ass. “Tell me,” he insisted. “Tell me right now, or you know what will happen.”

  She surrendered. “Do it, you bastard! Fuck me! I want you to. Please fuck me,” she begged.

  He had his cock out before she even finished saying it. Unable to wait any longer, he grasped her hips and pulled her up onto her knees, plunging deep inside her warm wetness. Her hands still tied, she bucked back at him, all pretense of resistance abandoned.

  He drew her back hard, wrapping his arms around her waist and driving into her faster, groaning in his pleasure; she was sure that sex had never been this intense before. When he reached around to squeeze her clit, she exploded in blissful starbursts, grinding back against him, her screams mingling with his.

  It seemed like a long time before she had the energy to open her eyes, and when she did, she felt him solid and reassuring beside her. His voice was no longer menacing. “Man, this is harder than it looks,” he murmured. “I loved every minute of it, sweetheart, but I’m fucking exhausted.”

  “Fucking exhausted is right,” she grinned, curling up in his arms.

  They both fell asleep smiling.

  THE FIRST STROKE

  Erica Dumas

  He’s been waiting for this moment. He’s been begging for it. If it hadn’t been for the vagaries of the U.S. Postal Service, he would have had it weeks ago.

  The second he sees it, his eyes go wide and his cock starts to stiffen. Then again, maybe it’s that I’m not wearing much else—naked except for the harness—or maybe it’s the knee-high stiletto boots; those were a specific request, too. Those I bought on Haight Street, for way too much money, I thought at the time. But when I see the way his cock stiffens, his eyes flickering from boots to my cock to my breasts to my face, then back again, several times each second, it seems—well, I know it wasn’t too much money at all. I know I would have paid more, because this moment, like the commercial says, is priceless.

  I walk slowly over to the edge of the bed, looking him up and down as he looks at me. His cock is fully hard now, which always makes me wet. But there’s plenty more to come that’ll make me wet, because I’m going to have him in a way he’s never been had, in a way I’ve never had a man.

  I don’t even have to tell him what to do, but I want to. “Suck my cock,” I say, and it’s the first time I’ve ever said it like that. “Suck my dick,” sure, it’s a common insult, whatever the sex of the speaker. But that word cock is so dirty, now, that I just have to use it. “I said suck my fucking cock,” I say, and he is on me in an instant, rolled onto his belly so he can lean over the edge of the high bed, placed—as I’ve discovered numerous times when he was the only one in the bedroom with a cock—right at crotch level.

  Of course, the six-inch heels equalize the height difference between us, even if they make me slightly less stable.

  His mouth opens wide and he takes in my cock, sucking it. Just a small one—we wanted to start with a reasonable size. But long enough to make him gag a little, as he attempts to deep throat on the first stroke.

  “Not much of an experienced cocksucker, are you?” I ask him. Seeing him blush is delicious. His lips come back to the head and he licks it all over, lavishing affection on the realistic silicone appendage. I grab his hair and push him more fully onto my cock. “Real dominants,” he’d said, “make me suck it.” Not exactly “force me,” but “make me,” which sends a shiver through his body and makes him suck me with sudden urgency. His lips move up and down on the shaft, covering the ridged cock with glistening saliva. I moan softly. As if it were a real cock, which a
t the moment it feels like. I could swear I can feel his tongue working on it. Especially when I start to move my hips.

  He gags again when the head hits the back of his throat. I thrust deeper. He chokes and pulls back. “Turn over,” I tell him. “Spread your legs.”

  He slides his mouth off my cock and rolls over. I make a “turn-around” gesture with my finger, and he obediently does it, spreading his legs so his knees are bent at the edge of the bed. I reach out and take his cock in my right hand, caressing it at first and then jerking it while I stroke my own cock with my left. Something about the juxtaposition feels good. When I press down just so on the dildo, I can feel the base of it against my clit. I press harder and moan. His cock gives a little pulse. I want him. I want to have him, the way only a woman can have a man.

  I reach out to the nightstand for the lube. I drop the bottle onto his belly, and he breathes hard, knowing exactly what’s coming. He looks a little scared, his eyes roving over my cock.

  “It’s not like you didn’t ask for it,” I say, not sure whether I should have used the flirtatious tone and the little smile or if I should have slapped him across the face and jeered at him. But it doesn’t matter, because he’s grabbing the lube and drizzling it over the head of my cock. He gets it slick and slippery.

  I reach down to grab his legs.

  I pull them high up into the air. He is much bigger than me; I couldn’t yank him to the edge of the bed if I wanted. But it feels like I pull him, because he slides so easily, pushing himself toward my cock.

  When his ass is right at the edge, I dip slightly and guide my cock between his cheeks. I make eye contact with him as I circle the head against his hole, and his look of excitement—seasoned with the slightest hint of fear—makes me hungry.

  I move my hips forward and slide into him. He gives a little gasp as the sculpted head goes in. Then he’s pushing himself onto me, as I’m meeting his thrust with mine. It goes deep—as deep as it can go—his ass taking me right to the hilt.

  I start to fuck him.

  My hips move awkwardly at first, acclimating slowly to this new task; usually, of course, it’s the other way around. But it’s pretty much the same motion, and I thrust into him more swiftly as his ass opens up for me. I reach down and touch his cock, stroking it for a moment, thumbing the head, but I can feel from its hardness and the leaky slickness at the top that if I do much more of that he’s going to come. And I want to fuck him for a long, long time.

  But I also want to fuck him harder, and when I lean down into him, pressing my body against his, I lose my balance if I take my feet off the floor. So I reach out and grab his wrists before I put my feet back down. I press his hands to my tits, and he fondles them while I fuck him. He pinches the nipples gently and I swear if he just rubbed them a little I could come.

  After thirty, forty, maybe fifty thrusts, he’s increasingly uncoordinated. I lean back and he lets go, my nipples still tingling from his pinches.

  He’s groping at the bed, now, not sure what to do with his hands. Finally he slips one finger into his mouth and bites it, in a bizarrely girlish gesture. That makes me fuck him harder. He arches his back on the bed and now both hands are digging into the satin comforter. His head rolls back and his moans grow louder. I fuck him faster.

  His cock pulses, its muscles tightening with each thrust I give him. I can’t resist any longer. I reach out to grab his cock and stroke it.

  His head rolls wildly. He makes eye contact with me and I know it’s imminent. I know so well how to jerk him off, except my cock’s never before been deep in his ass when I’m doing it. Watching it fascinates me. I love to see his cock pulsating, his come jetting onto his belly as he moans. When he comes, now, he moans louder than ever, and the half-dozen streams coat his belly and chest. I fuck deep into him while he finishes, and he’s shivering with pleasure.

  I don’t slide out of him for a long time, just caress his soft cock and run my fingers through the come all over his belly. When I do slide out, he gives a little gasp. I unbuckle the harness and let it fall around my ankles, my glistening cock projecting obscenely between the pointy patent-leather toes of my stiletto boots. I climb onto the bed and kiss him, feeling the slickness of his cooling come all slippery between us.

  His mouth is ravenous, which tells me what he needs. A woman with a cock, of course, is what he asked for. But even without the cock, I’m still in charge, and I want to come. I spread myself on the satin comforter and his mouth is against me, servicing me again—this time my clit, licking me in just the way he knows will make me come. I grip his hair, just enough to encourage him, and it’s only a few minutes of his expert tonguing before I come, hungrily, not realizing until I’ve finished coming that I’ve done the same thing he did—slipped one finger into my mouth and bitten it, girlishly.

  I draw him up onto me, kissing him and tasting my sex. I cup my fingers around his asscheeks, touching his hole, thrilling to the feel of where I’ve just fucked him.

  Which is when I realize that he’s hard, again, already. It doesn’t take much coaxing to get him inside me, and as he slides in, from the first stroke I have a new appreciation for the experience—having now been on the other side for the very first time.

  The first of many such experiences, I’m sure. When he comes, I pull him deep inside me and sigh. His kisses taste like me, and his cock feels better than ever before.

  ERIN’S RULES

  Erin Sanders

  1. When I am in the house, I am naked. I must remove all my clothing when I come home. The only time I’m allowed to put it back on while I’m home is if someone comes to the door who wouldn’t understand or doesn’t need to understand my status—a delivery person, neighbor, or friend who doesn’t know that I am a slave. Then, if it is warm outside, I put on a very tight pair of shorts and a crop top, without bra, panties, or shoes. If it is cold outside, I put on a very tight pair of white sweatpants, a tight white thermal undershirt, and a pair of fur-lined slippers, with no bra or panties. The shirt must be light enough to reveal my nipples and areolae underneath.

  2. I shave my pussy each week. Immediately after shaving, I masturbate to orgasm, to remind me that what pleases Master pleases me.

  3. I wear only skirts and shorts. I am not allowed to wear slacks or jeans.

  4. I do not wear underwear. As my breasts are small, I also do not wear a bra. If my nipples become visible while I am in public, I may not cross my arms to hide them.

  5. I will be wet at all times, so that Master may fuck me whenever he wants. If I am not sexually aroused, I will make sure that my pussy stays wet with lubricant.

  6. I am not allowed to sit on the furniture at home. I may kneel or sit cross-legged on the floor. If I lie on the floor, I may only lie face down and must keep my legs spread.

  7. When I am at home, there will be pornography playing on the television unless guests are over. Master has selected an assortment of DVDs that are acceptable for me to watch. I may not watch anything else without his permission.

  8. When Master returns home after being away, I will greet him at the door on my knees and offer him oral gratification. If he chooses, he may use me right there in the hallway, with the door still open if he so wishes.

  9. When we are together for the evening or on the weekend, I will ask Master each hour if he would like oral sex. If he says yes, I will give it without hesitation.

  10. Before I make Master come with my mouth, I will ask him if he wishes to come in me or on me. If he wishes to come in my mouth, I will swallow. If he wishes to come on my face, I will not wipe it off until he instructs me to.

  11. Before bed each night, I must ask Master’s permission to occupy his bed. If he withholds it, I will sleep on the floor next to his bed.

  12. When Master has a male houseguest who understands and accepts my status, I must offer him the same obedience that I give Master. On entering the house, he will be greeted by me on my knees and offered oral sex. For each hour that he is
in the house, he will be offered oral sex, and if he accepts, I will provide it without hesitation, up to and including his orgasm, and I will then swallow his come.

  13. Master may allow any man or woman he wishes to use me in whatever way he deems appropriate.

  14. Master may take whatever photographs or videotapes of me he wishes, and may share them in person or electronically with anyone he wants. Master may also instruct me to write erotic letters or emails to anyone he wishes, to whatever specifications or scenarios he assigns, and I will do my best to make them erotic, exciting, and interesting. I will sign my name.

  15. When Master is traveling, I will call him at least once per day and offer him phone sex. If he accepts, I will do my best to invent a scenario that excites him.

  16. When I am traveling, I will call Master at least three times per day from a private location and ask him if he wishes me to masturbate. If he says yes, I will do so while he listens, and will tell him exactly what I am fantasizing about, in detail.

  17. Master may pierce or tattoo any part of my body he wishes, in any manner he chooses.

  18. Master may instruct me to write down the rules for my behavior and publish them under my real name or a pseudonym, as he sees fit.

  19. I will always love Master no matter what he does.

  20. Master may love me as he sees fit.