Kinky Girls Do ~ Bundle One

by Michelle Houston

  Her legs had long since gone numb and become useless, lying limp over his shoulders as he pumped his cock in and out, the sheer strength of his body amazing to her.

  Yvette could feel her body building to an orgasm, her pussy clamping on him like a vice.

  "That's it, baby," he groaned, sensitive to the least little flutter of her muscles. She knew he could feel her legs tightening, the muscles rippling along his arms. Each flutter of her pussy had to feel like the sweetest of caresses along his cock.

  "Come for me. You're mine, Yvette. Mine, baby."

  "Yes!" she agreed.

  Pumping hard, his body jostling hers, Brett worked them both to euphoria. Wrapping her hands around the remaining length of the leather belt, she hung on tight as she reveled in the force of his thrusts. She could feel his heart racing against her inner thigh.

  Unable to move, she couldn't shift away from the approaching orgasm; all she could do was welcome it. Closing her eyes, she tightened her body around his and reveled in the explosion of sensation as her other senses compensated. As the rush descended upon her, every nerve ending feeling like a current of low volt electricity was pouring into it, she screamed out his name. Thrashing her head from side to side, one of the few movements she could make, she let the climax enfold her, holding her within its sweet embrace.

  She could dimly hear Brett's harsh groan before he dropped his head to the pillow next to hers, always carefully to hold his body up. The strain on her legs suddenly went away as he rolled to her side. With a soft moan, she stretched out, her toes curling as the last wisps of pleasure slipped away. Opening her eyes, she watched his arms shake with the force of his climax.

  As his eyelids flickered open, and he turned his head so that his gaze met hers, a lazy grin crossed his face. "Damn, baby, I love you."

  "Mmmm," she managed, then pursed her lips for his kiss. As their lips touched, a zing of need rushed down to her clit. His tongue swept past her lips, mating with hers as his hands worked at the knot above their heads.

  * * *

  A FEAST FOR THE SENSES

  Lisa lay spread out on the kitchen island, her legs dangling from the knee down, the rest of her body supported by the marble surface. Squirming slightly, she readjusted her shoulders and neck without dislodging the layer of plastic wrap that was carefully placed over her naked body and draped around her.

  She could hear the buzz of conversations going on all throughout the room, the sudden booms of laughter as someone reacted to a joke, the polite nonsense that everyone was speaking as they milled about the room, mingling with each other. Her lover held several such parties a year, always inviting like minded individuals, those that liked to dabble in power-plays, that got a thrill out of playing D/s games, and those that lived the lifestyle full time.

  Last year, she had spent the whole evening clad in a fishnet body suit, her body covered from just under her chin to her wrists, all the way to her ankles, yet flagrantly bare, save for a strip of leather around her waist that draped between her legs, holding the twin dildos trapped inside of her body.

  This year, Mark had warned her he had other plans for her than acting as his hostess, but Lisa hadn’t imagined he would be so decadent. Her body trembled with repressed need, which was only getting worse as the night continued. On top of the wrap was a layer of food, anything from finger sandwiches to fruits and veggies, and between her legs rested a wooden bowl full of a specially made dip, the long handle of the spoon resting deep inside of her pussy. She could feel the trickle of her cream leaking between her ass-cheeks, probably staining the silk under her.

  Mark’s guests weren’t helping; if anything they seemed to delight in her predicament, subtly thrusting the handle deeper inside of her with each dip of a fruit into the bowl.

  One of the guests had even softly stroked fingers over her weeping core, sliding down around the edge to the base of the handle, and back up. The butterfly soft touch only served to inflame her more. Judging by the feel, she would guess it had been a man, but wasn’t quite certain.

  A fingernail scraped over her right nipple as a guest grabbed a sandwich, the motion repeated harder a second time, then the guest moved off, heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She wanted to scream with frustration, but didn’t. Such a sound would only embarrass her lover, so she held it back. Occasionally a soft gasp or moan escaped, but that was all she allowed herself.

  The soft leather strips that held her bound to the table, one over her breasts, just above her nipples, one low on her hips, were more decoration that anything. It was her will to please that held her still.

  A whisper of his aftershave, the faintest teasing scent alerted her to his presence. Blinded by the silk and mesh scarf over her eyes, she had no way of knowing who was standing beside her, watching the rise and fall of her breasts as she carefully controlled her breathing lest she send the food crashing to the floor, but some sixth sense told her it was Mark -- his warm brown gaze trailing over her body as he admired his handiwork and her submission.

  “You’re doing so good Lisa, I am so proud of you.” Between her legs, the wooden handle was pulled a few inches out, and then thrust back in. Lisa bit her lip to hold back the gasp of pleasure. The motion continued, a soft slid out then a hard thrust, the curved end rubbing against her G-spot until she could feel the material beneath her getting soaked with her essence.

  “It’s going to be hard to outdo tonight, but I’m sure we can think of something. Don’t you luv?”

  “Yes,” she gasped, unable to control the tremor in her voice. Her pussy was on fire, and the clamp that was wrapped around her clit felt like it was tightening, slowly cutting off all blood flow to the enflamed bundle of nerves. The briefest of flicks against her clit almost sent her into a freefall, but she curled her fingernails into her palms, the flaring of pain giving her control again.

  It was becoming harder and harder to hold back, and Lisa was worried that when the party finally ended and Mark claimed her body, that she wouldn’t be able to contain her orgasm.

  “Mark?”

  “Yeah Ed, hang on a second.”

  “You make me so proud luv. Just a little bit longer, and then I’ll have you all to myself.” His soft spoken words thrilled her senses. Mark never gave praise lightly; it was always deserved.

  Lisa wanted to cry as the handle stilled and the scent of Mark retreated. She focused her breathing, and allowed herself to settle into a haze of sensation, where time drifted by. Sometime later, the scent of Mark’s aftershave returned.

  “That’s the last of them luv. Now it’s just you and me, and I have to tell you, I am very, very pleased with you.”

  Lisa trembled at his praise. Her heart raced as the plastic was lifted off of her, and tossed aside. Slowly, Mark pulled the wooden handle from between her pussylips, and she rocked her hips, prolonging the touch a microsecond more. Her nerves were stretched to their limits by the seemingly unending sensations of the night.

  She could feel tears of sexual frustration pooling in her eyes, and blinking furiously, wanting to remove all trace of them before Mark removed her blindfold. She expected him to remove the covering any moment.

  Instead, he untied the binding, removing the leather straps from her body. Free to move, she laid there, breathlessly waiting for him to remove her blindfold so she could climb off of the island.

  A heated breath whispered across her thigh moments before the soft brush of his hair tickled her skin. Moist lips pressed against her mons, and Lisa moaned softly, knowing that now that they were alone, Mark would want to hear her enjoyment of his touch.

  His tongue delved into her already sensitive core, and Lisa screamed softly as she held back the orgasm that slammed against her. Trembling, she whimpered, trying to communicate how close she was to her body betraying her.

  “Shhhh luv,” Mark whispered against her skin, his breath teasing her even more, “Let yourself go. It’s been a long night, and you’ve done so well.”

 
; Free by his leave, she let her muscles loosen and allowed the sensations to swarm over her as he returned to her pussy, his tongue lapping at her heated flesh, spearing deep into her core. She could feel his love with each attentive motion.

  Despite his power over her, and her complete submission to him, Mark had never treated her as anything less than an equal. Everything he did was calculated to prolong and increase her pleasure, not to truly torture or demean her.

  She submitted, as much as he dominated, out of love.

  This time when her orgasm started tremors throughout her body, she let it wash over her. Her pussy tightened, and she could feel the velvet glide of his tongue more intimately as her cream flowed. Back arching at the intensity of the climax, she screamed Mark’s name, her hands fisting at her sides. The feel of her fingernails digging into her palms only increased the sensation as Mark reached up her body and pinched her nipples, plucking gently at the tender nubs.

  She was softly floating on the euphoria of her orgasm when she felt Mark shift between her legs and heard the unmistakable sound of his belt and zipper being undone. The feel of his dress shirt was replaced by his hips as he slowly and gently pushed his cock into her. Each thrust was carefully drawn out, a slow glide of flesh against flesh. His fingertips danced playfully over his clit as he whispered in her ear, his voice rough with emotion. She couldn’t make out the words above the throb of her heart racing, but she knew they were words of love, of praise, of devotion.

  Each thrush of Mark’s cock pushed her higher, driving her towards another orgasm. When it flowed over her, it was like the warm caress of water lapping at a beach. And it seemed to go on forever, as Mark continued his steady thrusts, wringing every ouch of pleasure out of her body that was possible.

  Moaning softly, her body completely worn-out, Lisa barely felt his withdrawal as he slipped from her body and moved around the island to undo her blindfold. Blinking at the muted light, she smiled at his thoughtfulness. Mark had dimmed the lights before coming to her.

  She could feel his gaze moving over her. The heat of his possessiveness as he debated what more he wanted from her. She watched as he carefully tucked his erection back into his dress slacks and zipped them up. As tired as she was, Lisa knew she would give him anything he asked for, especially if it meant feeling him release inside of her body, knowing that she brought him to orgasm. It was a heady feeling, being loved by this man.

  “Sit up baby.”

  Groaning softly as the movement, Lisa complied and found her muscles a little stiffer from the forced stillness than she had imagined they would be. Gentle hands cupped her should and started to massage, and Lisa tipped her head back, thankful for his soft touch.

  As Mark’s hands slid down her back, working tirelessly against her tense muscles, she found her body awakening again. A fire of need started within her breasts and pussy, spreading throughout her body with each swirl of his thumbs over her back, each gentle pinch of his hands.

  “Let’s get you in the shower,” he proclaimed as he reached the curve of her ass. Lisa giggled as his hands touched a ticklish spot. Mark playfully brushed against the spot again before pulling away, and moving to stand in front of her.

  With almost careless strength, he picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom, then into the master bath. Setting her down, he reached into the stall and turned on the taps, carefully adjusting the temperature of the three jets before motioning her inside.

  Moments later, he had shed his clothing and followed her in. Lisa relaxed against him as he moved to stand behind her, each glide of his body against hers a further enticement. She could feel his need against her back, as his erection brushed against the upper curve of her ass. Her hands itched to reach behind her as cup him, but this was his night.

  Sometimes he gave her free reign to touch and tease as she wished, but tonight wasn’t one of those times. So she closed her eyes and simply enjoyed the feel of his hands moving over her as she soaped up her body and reaching over them, grabbed the handheld shower jet and washed her off, his movements slow and careful. She knew that there wouldn’t be a single drop of soap left on her body when he was through, he was that thorough.

  It was one of the things she loved about him, his attention to the slightest detail. It was part of what made him a perfect dominant. Regardless of whether she was tied down and helpless, or held motionless by her own will, she had nothing to fear with him. The lash would never fall on a spot too tender to take another sting, the cuffs would never bind too tight, and her needs would never be neglected for too long.

  The shower head nudged against the juncture of her thighs, and she parted them, giving Mark full access. As the warm jets of water pulsed against her clit, she whimpered, her body already craving more.

  He didn’t make her wait too long. Whether he was tired of teasing, or simply too aroused to draw things out much longer, Mark moved the showerhead back to its holder and turned her in his arms. Lisa’s eyes flew open as he cupped her ass and lifted her against him. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist as his cock slid between them, nudging at the opening of her core.

  Mark rotated his hips and his cock-head slid past her opening, driving deep within her with his first thrust. Clasping his shoulders, she tipped her head back, trusting him not to let her fall, and enjoyed the feel of his claiming of her body.

  A few steps brought her back against the tile covered wall, one of the jets sending a stream of water cascading against her shoulder. Mark’s thrusts quickened as he gained leverage. Closing her eyes again, Lisa savored each and every glide of his body against hers, the feel of his chest hairs tickling her nipples, the brush of his groin hair against her clit.

  As his mouth claimed her, his tongue sliding past her lips to mate with hers, she embraced the mastery of his touch. Heaven was in his arms, and she was there right then, lost in his touch, in his power over not only her body but over her mind.

  She waited with anticipation for his command to come, for his ultimate dominance over her.

  As his pace deepened, his cock thrusting harder and faster, her skin sliding against the smooth wet wall, her pussy tightening around his erection, desperate to prolong the sensation, she fell in love with him all over again.

  He broke the kiss and dropped his head against her shoulder, his lips brushing against her skin as he let himself go. “That’s it baby. Open your body to me, hold me so deep inside you.”

  Lisa thrilled at his praise as he asserted his claim, his body moments away from marking her with his come. “Oh yeah Lisa, you feel so good baby. So damn good.”

  Wrapping her arms around his neck, she began rocking against him, drawing out the thrusts of his cock, enhancing the moment for him.

  “Damn you feel so good Lisa, so soft and silky and wet. Come for me, tighten your pussy around me to hard then I can never leave you.”

  The comment in his voice was unmistakable and she couldn’t deny him. Clenching his tight, she let her orgasm crest for the second time, her body milking his cock as he spasmed within her, hot jets of come marking her pussy as his, and his alone.

  As they struggled to regain their steady breathing, Lisa opened her eyes and shifted to look at Mark’s face. His eyes closed, long lashed laying against his cheeks, he looked like an angel to her.

  She knew some would judge her for her complete submission to her, say she was betraying her gender and all women had struggled to attain, but they had no clue. In submitting to Mark she freed herself, and she lived her life as she chose.

  As his eyes opened and she met the beautiful blue of his gaze, she pressed a soft kiss against his lips. “I love you,” she whispered against his firm lips and felt whispered back to her.

  The chill of the water forced an end to the moment, but as Mark carried her out of the shower and carefully set her down, and dried her off, she knew that another memory would soon be in the making.

  Judging by his returning erection, he wasn’t done with
her yet.

  * * *

  COWBOY’S DUNGEON

  Moving with a smooth grace, Natalie hung her Stetson on the hat-hook just inside the barn door, and then stepped into her husband's playroom. Over the years, he had slowly added more and more sex toys, until the room could rival any dungeon of depravity. She paused just inside the threshold and inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of tanned leather, sweat, and sex. If she listened closely, she could almost hear the echoes of her moans and screams from the night before.

  Trembling as the memory fanned the embers of her lingering passion, Natalie continued her journey into the room. Ahead of her, along the back wall, stood a giant wooden cross where her husband often strapped her by her wrists and ankles, and whipped her ass to a rosy hue. Whips, paddles, and chains adorned one wall, while along the other a row of mirrors gave an air of class to the rustic room.

  As she reached the center of the room, Natalie paused again. She ran her fingers over the waist high, saddled "horse," and felt the crotch of her jeans growing damp.

  Attached to the ceiling, the homemade horse was a curious contraption; it was made up of a wooden bench with a saddle laid over it. It was held in place by ropes run through a series of pulleys and levers, and hung a few feet from the floor. At the flick of a switch, a motor started that would cause Andrew's invention to rock, tipping slightly forward and back with each motion. The saddle was a traditional western saddle; the stirrups adjusted to the perfect length to help Natalie remain balanced as she rode.

  A quick glance at her watch elicited a gasp from Natalie's lips. It was almost three p.m., and Andrew had ordered her to be mounted and ready for him right on the hour. Hurriedly, Natalie moved to the row of mirrors and stripped. She neatly folded her clothes, laying them on a bench in the corner.