by Alina Sawyer
Ten minutes later when Bill, Kelli and Michelle reappeared on the deck, the only person in the crowd who might have had a clue as to what just happened was a young man sitting in the corner. Tom smiled to himself and thought of all the possibilities.
The End.
Anticipation
We walked down the dark foggy street in silence, hand in hand. The unspoken communication of anticipation. My heart was racing with the feeling and yet I still had uncertainty. Did he feel it too? We came to the house and we strolled to the door, I tried not to let my nervousness show.
I stood next to him as he smoked. Taking long drawn out breaths in, savoring, then letting the curling smoke into the freezing night air. His lips around the cigarette more sexual to me now than ever. His tongue tip lightly touching the edge of the paper, awaiting the next inhale.
I pretended to be patient, but my patience had long run out. I took a deep breath in, steadying myself and finding the courage to do something, anything to relieve this.
I pushed him up against the brick wall, my hands on his shoulders, my body colliding with his. All the need I had inside welled up as my lips reached his and with open mouths we both breathed each other in, kissing frantically. It was like a bolt of electricity as he pulled me harder into him, ignoring the lit cigarette he took hold and ground my hips into his. Almost unconsciously I was grinding more, moaning into his mouth as I did so. The anticipation once again took over all my senses, my body totally aware of what may follow.
We continued to kiss, our tongues playing back and forth, my lips between his teeth, his lips brushing seductively over mine. For what seemed like an hour he made me quiver with only his lips and tongue, and by the time he stopped to take another long draw of his cigarette, I was panting and shaking against his warm body.
He unlocked the door, my hand in his free hand, pulling me inside and to him straight away. His lips locked to mine he slid his hands over my shoulders, dropping my black coat to the floor, and reaching for the zipper of my shirt. Our clothes quickly ended up on the floor and table, my only remaining clothes a bright red lace bustier and panties, both which he insisted stayed on. My addiction to his warm lips was fast cemented as he continued to plunder my mouth with his tongue, teasing and playing. While he kissed me with this passion I hadn't known he dragged me slowly to the set of carpeted stairs which led to his bedroom. Another shiver of anticipation made me shudder, the thought of a bed, and the awaiting delights it held.
At the top of the stairs it was dark still, three doors waiting to be entered. My expectations were turned upside down as he pushed me up against the nearest wall, slamming himself against my body, creating an amazing wave of pleasure, and eliciting a loud moan from my lips. He smiled wickedly at this, keeping my body as close as possible to his, my head dropping once again to be claimed by his soft but commanding lips. This time he knew how to tease me, at his mercy like this, he used the hard metal of his tongue bar to stroke my lips and tongue, setting off a million thoughts. A simulated pleasure of what he could do to me. And this was exactly what he wanted me to know.
His hips held me in place against the wall while he moved against me, letting me know his intentions, his cock hard through his jeans, a teasing touch, that was right where I needed it, yet so unsatisfying. One hand helped support my weight gripping my ass hard, his other moving down my body, making me arch up as he palmed my breasts through my lingerie, tweaking my nipples till I moaned, then moving on to tease me through my underwear. Unbearable torture that made me moan again, and his grin in the dark let me know that he was very aware of what he did to me, and the way he affected me.
By now I was writhing in his arms, his hand expertly stroking my clit through my underwear, begging to be fucked. Shamelessly I moaned out load, shaking and struggling to escape his grip, and his torture. Finally, slipping two fingers inside me, I came hard, relieving all the built up tension and shuddering out my orgasm as we both leaned against each other and the wall.
Released back onto solid ground, we found ourselves on the floor at the top of the stairs. He lay underneath me, his anticipation now a sweet revenge for what he had done to me. He breathed hard, gripping my hips and waiting for my next move. I was shaking myself as I moved my body down, letting him in, that first wave of pleasure blurring my vision. Closing my eyes as I saw his darken while I moved slowly up and down, not only getting used to this feeling, but savoring the absolute filling of myself.
He moaned too, we moved together, this dance of bodies, ancient and primal. An almost unbearable friction built between us, frantic and steady at the same time. No thoughts passed, only instinct, as he fucked me as hard as I moved on him, moved me this way and that, finding what made me scream, orgasm after orgasm, discovering new ways to pleasure each other.
No time was paid attention to as we continued, the stairs acting as leverage as I was bent over, the final act of this play. I screamed, my fingernails digging into the soft carpet, his movements constantly harder and faster as we came together, hardly able to take a breath. Our bodies together, sated at last, after a night of utter anticipation.
The End.
The Good Deed
I'm sitting on the couch silently watching him pace up and down the room.
"What am I supposed to do? I haven't been single in ages and I'm not sure I can cope."
I keep my eyes fixed on his face; I know what will happen next. He's just too easily read.
"I... I..." He looks over at me with his hands in his pockets; when he looks like that I just want to stuff him in my pocket and keep him safe forever.
"Come here," I purr, and signal for him to sit down by my feet. I haven't been his Domme in a while but I guess he's desperate, and he's next to me in the blink of an eye.
I carefully run my hands through his hair. I feel him clawing at my rather unsexy, plain blue dressing gown. I know fairly well that I don't need a latex catsuit to intimidate him, so I carefully let my slippers drop to the floor and place a perfectly pedicured foot on his right shoulder. He lets out a low sigh of relief and begins to kiss it passionately. I sense all the pent up frustration in him and I let him grovel longer than normal before I abruptly kick him away.
I just love the puppy dog look they always serve me when I reject them like that; it makes me so incredibly horny.
He crawls back on all four, careful to avoid my gaze. I turn on the spot just enough for him to catch a glimpse of my pussy; he gulps and that makes me want to laugh so badly. But I can't. Not now. There will be plenty of opportunities for that later.
I let a hand slip beneath my gown to touch myself. I watch him cringe; he wants that. He NEEDS it. But not yet. I can't just GIVE him anything. He has to earn it like everyone else.
I get up and walk across the room to a chest near the window. I hear some alley cats singing a melancholy song somewhere in the distance; everyone's depressed nowadays it seems. I turn my focus back to the task at hand; it has to be my favourite crop. Nothing else will suffice tonight.
I gaze over at him and notice his face light up with fear and anticipation at the sight of the ruby-studded riding crop in my hands; I'm such a sucker for red and black together.
"M... Mistress?" He sounds nervous but ready as I approach him. I tell him to undress and he quickly removes his shirt and trousers. He folds them once before placing them on a chair; bless his little heart! He still remembers how strongly I despise sloppy slaves!
I order him to kneel in front of me, and let my crop slide carefully down across his back and buttocks. I do enjoy the effect this has on his skin and muscles; they ripple and tense up beautifully. I let my gaze linger on this for a second or two before I strike him forcefully across the ribs.
"Thank you, Mistress!" He yelps but his harsh breathing is filled with subtle hints of love, respect and a desire to please.
I strike again, and this time I have the pleasure of seeing a more physical reaction; his arms buckle under him and he nearly falls forward.
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sp; "Thank you, Mistress!"
Twenty lashes is needed before I get the reaction I really want; he drops to the ground and subserviently grasps for the hem of my dressing gown, silently pleading for my affection. I let the gown drop to the floor and watch as he musters his hidden strength to get back up once more. He bows his head and crawls close to me; I feel his breath on my thighs.
I run my hands through his hair again; he's all sweaty and I know he's ready for his treat. I press his face against my wet pussy.
It takes him three full seconds to realise that he's really allowed to savour my cunt, but once he does he starts lapping away at it like it's the last time; I like that about him. He never saves anything for tomorrow.
Involuntarily I let out a soft moan; his tongue works my clit like his life depends on it. I bite my lip to shut myself up and silently curse him for showing up at 3.00 in the morning on a work day.
Work! Damn it! I need sleep or my boss will kill me for falling asleep in the office.
I coo at him and gently push him away. I lie down on the couch to let him have better access to my pussy before I allow him to approach me on all four again.
"Make me cum," I order while I pinch my nipples.
"May I please you as well as I can, Goddess?" He looks almost like a schoolboy and I don't bother suppressing a giggle.
"You may do all that you can to please me, pet. You please me well."
It's obvious from his renewed efforts that he's giving it his best, and oh my! I feel my nails dig into the pillows and I just KNOW my toes are curling! His tongue is like a hurricane, and the way he uses it drives me faster towards an orgasm than I thought would be possible.
I hear him moan as he inserts two fingers into my pussy. I gasp and grab hold of his hair and grind my pussy against his face.
"Fuck yes! Keep going, bitch! Don't stop!" I can't conceal my moans anymore and as the perfectly obedient little slut he is he doubles his efforts.
My orgasm hits me like a truck. I feel him lapping away ay me throughout my climax and it just heightens my pleasure. I feel his whole body relax between my legs when he knows he's done his job well.
He plants an affectionate kiss on my right knee before looking up at me;
"Spare pillow is still in the wardrobe, right?"
I merely nod and slide down on the floor. He gets up and totters off in quest of a blanket while I remove the cushions and yesterdays newspaper from the sofa.
I watch as he settles down to sleep; the difference from when he turned up is so great I wouldn't know it was the same man if I hadn't been the one holding his leash. He seems happy, relaxed and rather pleased with himself.
I pick up my riding crop and head off to my bedroom; the day hasn't even begun and I've already done today's good deed.
The End.
If the Couch Could Talk
I remember our first time together. It was mid-August 2007, and hotter than usual- the temperature still approaching 110 around 8pm. Arizona was often stupidly hot like that, and this summer had certainly been no exception.
We hadn't been together very long, but I already felt closer to you than I'd ever really felt to anyone else- a feeling I cherished; perhaps foolishly. We were still deep in the stage of perfection: no fights yet and the belief that there would be none, and as we snuggled together on the couch, I knew I wanted you then and there.
I wasn't sure how to say it though: despite not being a virgin, I was still pretty inexperienced in the world of sex. But that night, with the air conditioning going full-bore in my small apartment, things would change.
I burrowed closer to you with a shiver, trying to figure out how to express what I was longing for. Finally, I settled on a kiss.
Normally when we kissed, it was just that- a kiss. More than a peck on the cheek, to be sure, but certainly less than devouring each other with our mouths. Tonight, however, the kiss, though nervous on my end, was full of a hunger I was almost unfamiliar with.
I've never met a kiss that sent electric chills down my spine, like the sort of crappy cliches romance novels are so fond of, but this kiss was close. Starting strung with nerves, it quickly developed into something more: a soul-deep hungry taste-fest of sensation that left me panting when we finally pulled apart, and wet with sweat and arousal. I wanted you, and more by the second, so when your hand led mine to the opening of your jeans, I undid the zipper without even a thought and reached in to caress your slowly hardening erection. It felt amazing in my hand; hot and stiff and silky-smooth, and I found myself licking my lips imagining the feel of it inside me.
Then, suddenly, I realized your hand had reached under my skirt as I felt you rubbing your fingers against my sheer white panties, pushing them in between my shaved lips and stroking them in circles around my clit. I moaned and arched into your fingers as your mouth came down on mine, still running my hands across your now completely hard cock. The light friction against my clit increased in pressure as your head traveled from my mouth downward to my sensitive neck, leaving me moaning and gasping for air against the multitude of rushing sensations.
You pulled away for a moment, but before I had a chance to be worried, I discovered why. My shirt disappeared quickly, followed shortly by my bra, skirt, and panties. I hadn't stopped rubbing your hardness, and with you moaning I quickly slipped the jeans and boxers off your wonderful body.
Then, with no thought but your satisfaction in my mind, I slipped your rock-hard cock into my warm, wet mouth.
Licking all around it and moistening it for what I was about to do, I suddenly and unexpectedly swallowed your whole length deep into my throat. You let out a sharp moan of pleasure, and I bobbed my head up and down your entire length for a few moments, lapping and sucking; pulling back until only the tip was in my mouth, then driving it deep into my throat and pulling back again. Your moans were becoming frantic, and out of the corner of my eye I could see you holding the couch with a death-like grip. That was when I slowed the pace down.
Taking you leisurely in and out of my mouth, and more shallowly than before, I increased the suction to near-unbearable pleasure and swished my tongue rapidly over the underside of your cock, right where the head joins with the shaft. Then I swallowed you completely again.
You shook at that, moans becoming louder and louder as I rubbed my myself against your leg and continued sucking, varying between shallow and deep and fast and slow. For a while I kept you on the edge but didn't let you cum, knowing though it was torturous for you, it would make the orgasmic pleasure all that much more enjoyable when it did begin.
Then, suddenly, I swallowed you deeper than ever and let the muscles in my throat massage you to climax. I could feel you coming so hard your whole body shuddered and shook, and I stared into your eyes in passionate delight and swallowed every last drop.
I continued licking until your cock softened in my mouth, then let it go with a moan of disappointment. I wouldn't have long to wait until my pleasure began though, because once you recovered the ability to move you began to slowly fuck me with one, then two and three fingers, rubbing them gently against my most sensitive spot while another finger played with my clit.
I had never felt pleasure like this before, and it was overwhelming. I began shaking against your hands, moaning so loudly I was sure the neighbors could hear, but you didn't stop. Instead, you sped up the motion of your fingers until they were a blur of penetration and pleasure, and I felt my pussy clenching against you as I came. Still you didn't stop, though. With mind-bending precision, you continued to drive me wild as I hit a second, then third orgasm. Finally, you pulled your fingers loose from my still-pulsing wetness and licked them clean, then licked every inch of my cum from my center and thighs, sending me into another orgasm as your tongue flicked my clit.
I was still delirious with pleasure when you led me to my bed. I fell onto it almost haphazardly, staring up at your beautiful hard shaft as you flipped me over and instructed me to get on my knees. I obeyed instantly.
I would do anything for you at this point.
I arched my back downward as you shoved your hard, hot cock deep within me, burying yourself in one powerful thrust. I could feel your balls slap hard against my clit, and I wondered how long I would last like this.
You fucked me hard and rough, pulling fully out and slamming back in at an amazing rate while grabbing my hips and forcing them into yours. I had never felt anything so wonderful in my life. My eyes rolled back into my head and I came so powerfully I passed out, but not before feeling you shooting spurt after spurt of cum deep into my womb.
I woke up about an hour later, seeing you hard yet again as you stroked your long, thick cock with your hand to full hardness. When you noticed I was awake and staring with flushed cheeks, you picked me up off the bed and lifted my body over your dripping cock, then, when I let out a moan, dropped me onto it.
I could feel it spearing deep into me; deeper even than before, and it was almost more pleasure than I could handle. But you kept lifting me off of your erection, then dropping me down again upon it, until I came with a scream.
"Oh god! Fuck me harder!" I cried, and you did, moving me faster and faster until we both came again with delirious moans and collapsed onto the bed and into sleep, curled up against each other.
The End.
Dangerous Distractions
It was hot, even though she was wearing only shorts. She armed sweat off her brow, leaving a smudge of dirt in its place. She stretched tall and glanced towards the other end of yard, stealing adoring glimpses of her Owner as He tinkered with their ancient, cantankerous tractor. Suddenly, weeding the garden didn't hold much importance in the scheme of things, so she sauntered over to where her Owner lay prone under the tractor. She smiled as she heard half-muttered cursing and snarls drifting up from Him, accompanied by clanks and bangs and even the occasional grunt of pain. He sounded frustrated. Angry. Maybe He needed to cool off too...
