K is for Kinky

by Alison Tyler

  She pushed his head back, told him, “Stay.” Reached behind her and grabbed a paper bag, fished around in it until she found the nipple clamps. They were the clover kind that just got tighter the harder you pulled, and the mere thought of how much he hated and lusted for them made her wet. “Put them on for me, baby.”

  His hands trembled as she stretched her leg forward and gently massaged his cock with her foot until he groaned and leaned back, all thoughts of covering his nudity forgotten. As he brought the clamp closer to the sensitive nub of flesh on his chest, she started rubbing harder. He opened the clamp and she slid her foot under him to gently massage his balls as well. The clamp embraced his nipple and his excited moans turned to a hiss of pain.

  “Come on, now the other one.” Her foot stopped moving, and she only started her gentle strokes again when he began to bring the clamp toward its target, stopping when he stopped, watching his face and smiling when he clamped down the nipple. The chain connecting them danced and swayed in time with his hoarse, gasping breath.

  “Stand up.” He stood up on unsteady feet, and she pulled him closer by his hard cock. “Tonight you’re going to be my little coin-operated fuck toy. Say it.”

  She watched him close his eyes and lean his head back as she slowly jacked him off, moving her hand rhythmically up and down. He swallowed hard before he answered, and she thrilled at the uncertainty and fear in his voice. “Tonight, I’m going to be your coin-operated fuck toy.”

  She trembled a little when she heard the words, and felt a hot flush creep up from her chest into her face. There was a watch in her hand, and she fiddled with it while he stood silently. She wrapped the band of the watch around the base of his cock, cinched it tight. “This is your timer, fuck toy. Every three minutes, it’ll start vibrating. That vibrating means you stop fucking. When I push the snooze button, it’ll stop vibrating, and you start fucking again. I’ll give you a quarter each time, since you’re a coin-operated fuck toy.”

  Standing up, she showed him the ball gag first. Licking it lewdly, she ran her tongue around both sides, letting it shine with her spit. She sucked it into her mouth, then pulled it out by the straps and watched his eyes widen at the pop when it slid past her lips. “Fuck toys don’t speak.” He opened his mouth wide, and she slipped the red rubber sphere in and tightened the buckle. The look of his jaw, so distended and unnatural, the straps making a harsh line around his face, made her thighs tremble.

  “Fuck toys don’t see.” She wrapped the blindfold around his head, covering his eyes.

  “Fuck toys don’t have hands.” She could feel the reluctance in his arms as she pulled them behind his back, and rubbed herself on his leg. Even through her clothing the friction made her moan as she ground hot pussy into his thigh, and she barely forced herself to stop when the resistance went out of his arms. The handcuffs clicked around his wrists, and she got out the last item, a simple pair of earplugs.

  “Remember, toy, the vibration starts, you stop. I won’t tell you again, and it wouldn’t do any good anyway. Because fuck toys don’t hear. A fuck toy just fucks.” She ran her tongue along his earlobe and giggled at the moan that escaped the ball gag. The earplugs slid in, and she slowly took her clothes off. Blind, deaf and dumb, his hands taken away, she watched him stand there, waiting for her to turn him on.

  A roll of quarters became an untidy silver circle on the bed stand. She licked her lips in anticipation and felt her nipples tighten. He stood over her seat on the edge of the bed, and she found the button that started the watch. He jumped when it started; the vibrations from the watch were strong, traveling down his cock, into his balls, and back into his body clear to the base of his spine. Her hand pulled his hardness into her, and she flicked a quarter at him that bounced off his chest.

  Her fingers found the snooze button on the watch, and she lay back as the vibrations stopped and he started fucking her. She closed her eyes, let her hands wander to her breasts, and enjoyed the sensation as he blindly thrust forward, pulled back, and thrust forward again.

  She felt her passion building, felt his thrusts growing more frantic and uncontrolled, until the vibrations from the watch alarm traveled down his cock and into her. He shuddered to a halt, and she slipped away, watching him shake and fight to keep his hips from thrusting his cock into the open air in a desperate search for stimulation.

  Her hand wandered down to her clit, and she rubbed herself gently, laughing as the vibrations made his balls tremble and tortured his cock. Another quarter hit him in the chest and she guided him back in, letting him feel her hand reach down to turn off the timer. She lingered over the button, pinching his balls and feeling him tense under her hands. Finally she turned off the watch and lay back, wrapping her legs around his waist as he frantically began fucking the instant the vibration stopped.

  She let him fuck, wrapping herself around him and bouncing a quarter off his chest every time she had to turn off the timer to start his thrusting again. Her orgasms rolled over her, and his followed. By the fourth time he’d cum, the groans had turned to whimpers and she couldn’t get him hard with her hand anymore. She leaned forward, and her lips wrapped around his balls, sucking gently and then licking all the way up to the head of his cock. He tried to step back, to get away from the constant stimulation and orgasms that had turned his pubic region into a throbbing, aching mass.

  Her hand wrapped around the chain on the nipple clamps, and she pulled him back to her hard. She started licking again, gently teasing swirls on the head of his cock followed by long, sensuous strokes all along the length. She doubled her efforts when she heard him moan, and pulled him in closer with the nipple clamps when he tried to pull away. Her moans of pleasure were a sultry echo of his gasps of pain.

  One hand pulled his head down. Her free hand pulled out an earplug, and she brought her lips in close and whispered to him. “Listen up, fuck toy. The best part of having a toy is breaking it, and I’m going to break you. I’m going to play with you until you melt, until you collapse on the floor and won’t work no matter how hard I beat you. Until my little fuck toy is shriveled and useless and burning and aching. And then I’m going to fix you, all week I’m going to let my fuck toy fill up with lust until he begs me to play with him again. And then I’m going to break you all over again, and keep fixing you and breaking you until my little coin-operated fuck toy can’t be fixed anymore.”

  She threw a quarter at him, watched it bounce off his chest and roll across the floor and then pulled him inside her and turned the watch vibration off.

  She lay back and smiled at him. She saw the pain rolling across him in waves, and watched tears run out from under the blindfold and mix with the drool running around the gag, but he started fucking her. She sighed and closed her eyes, felt the warm spasms of pleasure roll over her, and wondered how long it would take her to break her new toy.

  SERIOUS CHEEK

  EMILY DUBBERLEY

  KNOWING WHAT YOU WANT IS ONE THING. Saying it is quite another.

  “Great arse!” I don’t know what made me say it, but when she walked past me in the bar, her pert cheeks hypnotized me. I’m not the sort of guy who usually accosts women in bars, with cheesy chat-up lines. But I’d had a few drinks and it really was an impeccable specimen: firm, round, each cheek clearly defined in her tight skirt, making it all too easy to picture the pleasures that lay beneath and between.

  I’ve always been an arse man and something about hers drew an instinctive reaction from me: I wanted to cup her buttocks; knead them; caress them; part them to see her fully opened up for me; slip my fingers into her wetness from behind so that I could admire the view while feeling her writhing at my touch and hearing her begging me for more. And, I have to admit, I wanted to slap those delectable cheeks, see them getting pinker as I gradually built up the pressure and hear her moan as I alternated slapping her with fingering her wet slit.

  She turned to me, and smiled. I froze. Suddenly, I was embarrassed at the images in my
head. I briefly panicked as if she could read my mind and see the depravity I was mentally conjuring. It was so vivid that I wouldn’t have been surprised if I’d had a thought bubble over my head for everyone in the bar to see.

  “You do realize that if you weren’t so good looking, I’d punch you for coming up with a line like that? But, as it is, you get a chance to buy me a drink. Assuming that your conversation isn’t limited to trite compliments?”

  It took me a while to register what she’d said, and when I did, I felt intimidated at her confidence—but still drawn to her. And painfully aroused. Her voice was cigarette tainted, with a slight break in it, her inflection somehow suffused with an underlying giggle.

  “It wasn’t meant to be trite,” I said. “It just slipped out. I never usually…”

  “Whatever,” she said, waving away my apologies. “A bottle of Budweiser, please. And I’ll be watching you so don’t even think of spiking it.”

  As I went to the bar, my movements were hampered by the insistent erection that, although it had briefly subsided when she’d turned to challenge me, had swollen back to its former glory when she spoke. Something she noticed when I returned with her drink. She just glanced at my groin then raised an eyebrow. “Thanks for the drink. So, going to top your opening line then?”

  Talk about pressure. I figured the only way to deal with her was to give as good as I got.

  “Yes. You don’t have a great arse. It’s bloody incredible.”

  “Have you got an entirely one-track mind? You realize I don’t have to listen to this?”

  “You’re right. You don’t. But you are.”

  “In the hope that first impressions were deceptive. Anyway, I can’t walk away—I know you’ll be ogling me. At least when I’m facing you, you can’t eye me up.”

  “Impeccable logic. So you’re going to continue talking to me, even though you find me loathsome, just so I can’t look at your arse?”

  “Precisely,” she said, smiling—it was obvious that she was bantering with me. “In fact, to make double sure…” She moved to a nearby table and perched on the bar stool.

  “You mean I’ve actually got to talk to you now? But what if you’re boring?”

  “That’s a risk you’ll have to take….”

  Three hours later, the risk was paying off. Despite my less than perfect start, it turned out that her arse wasn’t the only thing I liked about her. She had an evil sense of humor, a natural confidence and knowing eyes, but there was a hint of vulnerability about her too. Just the occasional mannerism or thing she said made me think she was less bulletproof than she first appeared. It was only the occasional flash though, and I wasn’t surprised when she was the one to ask me back to hers. Well, I was slightly surprised. I couldn’t believe my luck. But it seemed perfectly in character for her. Of course, I wasn’t going to say no. Even before I gave her an affectionate pat on the arse as we left the bar and swore I heard her moan under her breath.

  Back at her flat, she got us both a beer, and sat next to me on the sofa. Away from the smoky air-conditioned bar, I could smell her properly for the first time. She had a delicate scent, albeit suffused with cigarettes and beer. But it was the musky base of her pheromones that really filled my senses: she smelled of sex. Although I was enjoying talking to her, from the second her aroma filled my nostrils, my mind was only half on her words. The rest of me was occupied with thoughts of bending her over the sofa, pushing up her skirt, ripping down her knickers and slamming my cock into her. I imagined her pushing back to meet my thrusts, my stomach slapping against her arse as I pounded her hard, unable to resist the urge to slap her bum as she begged me to go harder, faster, her muscles clenching tightly around my cock when I shot inside her.

  God! I was drifting away too much. I dragged myself reluctantly back to reality. She was changing the CD and I tried to focus on what she was saying but her stereo was on the floor, so she was bending in front of me on all fours, offering me an exquisite view. I could feel my erection painfully constricted by my jeans.

  “Like the view?” she said to me, looking over her shoulder. Bitch! She knew exactly what she was doing. It took every bit of willpower I had not to get on the floor and bury my face in her.

  “You know I do,” I said.

  “How about now?” She pushed her skirt up, bunching it around her waist to reveal pale thighs clad in black hold-ups, a tiny thong all that was protecting her modesty.

  I nodded, unable to trust my voice to remain steady.

  “And this?” She took one of her fingers and sucked it into her mouth, keeping eye contact with me as she did so.

  “If you don’t stop, you’re going to get what’s coming to you.”

  “And what would that be?” She removed the finger from between her lips and, sliding her thong to the side with her other hand, pushed her finger slowly inside herself.

  There’s only so much a man can take and by now, it was obvious I wasn’t misreading any signals.

  “This,” I said, and slid to the floor, pushing my face into her dripping folds. She tasted divine: sharp but with a slight sweetness too. I ran my tongue gently between her lips toward her clit, deliberately keeping the pressure light. Two could play at teasing. She pushed her arse back into my face but I kept pulling just far enough away that I was in control of how much pressure she could feel. No matter how much she wriggled, she wasn’t going to get any more than I chose to give her.

  “I want you,” she moaned. I briefly pulled my wet face away from her.

  “How much?”

  “Totally. I need you inside me.”

  Tempting as the offer was, I was going to pay her back for her earlier game playing first.

  “What would you do to have me inside you?”

  “Anything.”

  I recognized the tone in her voice. She was at that state of arousal when nothing else matters.

  “Even if I was to give you a spanking for being such a tease earlier?”

  Now, there was no doubt about it. She gave a definite moan.

  “God, yes. Spank me then fuck me.”

  Seeing her on all fours in front of me, arching her back and pushing her arse toward me, her fingers now moving over her clit, I decided to give her what she wanted. Call me a gentleman. I started with a gentle slap but, as I saw her buttocks start to get pink and felt her juices begin to run down my hand, I slapped harder, making her emit mewling cries of pleasure. Her arousal was making her inner thighs and arse sticky, and my fingers almost slipped into her center of their own accord. When I started to work my finger inside her, flicking her G-spot hard and slamming into her fast, I could feel her start to shake and knew her orgasm was imminent.

  “Fuck me,” she begged. “I want to feel you coming in me when I come.”

  My cock was aching for release so, after a few more thrusts of my fingers, I put the head of my cock at her entrance and pushed slowly into her. Every nerve in my body was screaming to slam it into her, but I wanted her to feel every inch of that first thrust, to know exactly how much she was taking and, just when she thought she’d taken me all, I’d start fucking her in earnest.

  Her hips bucked back against me but I kept control, giving her my cock so slowly she was almost crying for me to hammer it into her by the time I finally buried my full length inside her. After that, all bets were off, and I began to pound her, enjoying her going wild on my cock, her muscles clenching and her entire body jerking back in an effort to take me as deep as she could. I could see her pinching her nipples as I gave her the hardest seeing-to I could remember administering in a long time. And, as I felt her telltale muscular rippling, I shot inside her, and was rewarded by her screaming in orgasm and spurting her juices onto my balls.

  I stayed inside her for a while, recovering from the intensity of the orgasm, enjoying the occasional pulse that shot through her body. Then she pulled away slowly, clearly as reluctant as I was to end the fuck. She turned round and looked me in the eyes.

>   “Not a bad start, I guess,” she said, giving me a peck on the lips.

  And as she moved down my body and started to lick my wet balls, I knew the night was still young.

  GOOD KITTY

  SHANNA GERMAIN

  KICKED TO THE CURB. That’s how I feel. I’ve been in my cage at the rescue center for what seems like forever. But I know it’s just been a day. I can’t see the clock on the wall from here, but I can hear it ticking. Tick-tick, counting the minutes off that I’m alone, unowned. Counting the time since my master dumped me here. Traded me out for another kitty.

  My neck feels bare without its collar. My throat hurts. I tell myself it’s just the air in here, all the fur flying, but I know that’s not the truth. I gave him four years. I wore his collar and showed off for his friends and lapped his cream. I went on kitty playdates and never minded when he decided to pet another pussy. But I would not, could not, handle it when he brought another kitty home to live with us. I tried, I did. I kept to myself, I avoided her, I tried to pretend I was just fine with it. In the end, I turned into a prissy bitch. Every time he touched her, I’d sulk in the corner. His new girl and I fought, tooth and nail, as they say, and here I am.

  The front door clicks open and we all sit at attention, dogs and cats alike, as best we can in our small cages. It’s a girl in black spandex, her red hair bobbed at her neck. She looks only at the kitties, poking her red nails between the bars in front of a few. When she gets to my cage, she stops. Her eyes are intensely green, catlike in their own way. I shrink to the back of my cage, feeling the wires pressed into my bare spine. She scares me, although I can’t say why.