“Oh, shit, yeah, baby…. Ahhhhh, that’s it you bitch, eat that pussy…make me cum all over your face…fuck, yeah, FUUUUUCK!!”
Kat’s legs trembled and she had to brace herself by squeezing her thighs around Jill’s head. She climbed down and composed herself for a moment before slapping Jill’s face. “You are such a dirty girl,” she teased. “Good, wholesome, clean girls do not eat pussy like that! No, they lick gently and delicately and take their time. But you, you ate like a greedy little whore! You enjoyed licking me and making me cum in your filthy mouth, didn’t you?” Kat slapped Jill again, this time across the other cheek. Then she grabbed the crotch of Jill’s panties in her fist and pulled them down to her knees. “Oh, and big surprise! You got your panties soaking wet with cum! Did you cum when you ate my pussy? Did having your soft, pink tongue in my twat make you cream yourself?” She slapped Jill’s mound with her hand then pinched her nether lips. Jill bit down hard on her bottom lip, but refused to give Kat the satisfaction of crying out. “Well, I have a little cleansing ritual for dirty girls….”
Kat left the room and Jill’s mind began to race. “Cleansing ritual”? What could that mean? A bath? Washing her mouth out with soap? The first seemed too easy and the latter too harsh, so Jill sat uneasily for what seemed like an hour, just squirming in her chair, awaiting Kat’s return.
Finally Kat was back, and she busied herself untying the nylon cording that held Jill in the chair. “Get up!” she barked, and Jill stood up. Before she could even enjoy her moment of freedom, Kat had swept her hands behind her back and bound them once again. Jill entertained the idea of using the safeword out of fear of the unknown, but quickly dismissed it. She knew that Kat would never hurt her and the most likely outcome of this new game would be her own orgasm. And besides, so far she was winning.
Kat led her down the hallway and into the bathroom. Jill could hear the jets running on their whirlpool tub and deduced that her “cleansing” would be nothing more than a soothing bath, but she had no idea how wrong she was. Kat positioned her, standing facing the door with the tub to her left. Jill could hear some rustling and movement at the edge of the tub. She felt Kat’s still gloved hand reach around beside her and pull her forward, then push her down so that she fell over. She realized that Kat was sitting on the edge of the tub and she now had Jill bent over her lap, panties still around her knees and her upturned ass exposed. Jill was still okay with this; she thought that she could keep her composure through a spanking as long as it was just Kat’s hand being used against her backside. She braced herself for the first blow, but it never came; instead she felt her asscheeks being roughly spread apart and Kat’s gloved finger putting a sticky gel around her asshole and then inside. Jill broke out into fresh beads of perspiration. Kat noticed her trembling and tightened her hold on her ass.
“It’s all right,” she soothed, “this won’t hurt a bit, but it will teach you a lesson. Good girls…clean girls, are humble girls. They are not greedy and selfish.” Kat continued to work her lubed finger in and out of Jill’s puckered anus. She reached over and clicked open the cockstop on the enema bag. Jill’s buttocks clenched at the unfamiliar sound. If nothing else, Kat knew that she had the element of surprise in her favor. She drained a small stream of the warm water across her wrist to check the temperature and to release any air in the tube. Then she spread Jill’s cheeks wide apart and inserted the nozzle slowly. She noted Jill’s gasp and was pleased. She squeezed the other woman’s cheeks back together tightly around the tube and continued to work it in a little deeper.
Jill had heard the click of the cockstop, but the sound and the following actions did not fully register in her mind until she felt the warm liquid filling her gut. She had to admit that it was not an altogether unpleasant sensation, but still a hot blush rose in her cheeks and she was sure that Kat heard her cry of surprise when she began administering the enema. She felt Kat’s hand reach down between her legs and rub her clit. She was an expert at bringing Jill to orgasm. Her skilled hands rubbed in a gentle circular motion. Jill felt the hot tears welling up in her eyes and spilling out under the blindfold and down her cheeks. The warm water was working its way deeply into her, and she could already feel the pressure building, giving her stomach that overfull feeling. The discomfort contrasted with the pleasure rising up from her cunt. It was radiating from her clit and slowly spreading to the rest of her body.
“That’s a good girl,” she heard Kat whispering above her. “Cum for me, sweetheart. I want you to enjoy this as much as I do.” Kat continue to stroke her clit and murmur encouragement about how good she was doing. She knew that Jill had taken almost all of the enema, and she was worried that she would not cum before she had to release the water. Finally, she felt the little tremors of orgasm from her little princess. She noticed that her own thighs were soaked from the intermingling of both of their juices. Kat clicked the cockstop back to stop the flow. She massaged Jill’s backside for a few moments before carefully removing the nozzle from her anus.
“Do you feel like you need to go to the toilet, honey?”
Jill silently nodded, and Kat helped her to her feet. Jill turned her back to Kat and waited to be untied as her need to eliminate was becoming more urgent. “Kat, untie me so I can go,” she said. She was clenching her sphincter as tight as she could to avoid an accident and was not amused with Kat’s little delay.
“No, honey, this is part of the lesson.”
“Kat, please don’t,” Jill began to weep openly as she pleaded for privacy. She finally had no choice but to let Kat assist her to the toilet. She told her to lean slightly forward to help with the elimination. Kat rested Jill’s head against her stomach and rubbed her hair as Jill cried during the whole embarrassing ordeal. It took a while and there was some minor cramping, but finally Jill had finished.
“Can you untie me so that…you know, I need to…” Jill could not even finish her request that she be allowed to wipe herself. Her shame had brought on a new round of sobbing. The utter humiliation gave her an arousal that made her sick. It seemed impossible that someone who owned her own business and had put herself through college could not even wipe her own ass…and the worst part was that she was getting off on it!
As Jill sat with her pity and her self-analysis, Kat was getting a warm, soapy washcloth ready. She went back to where Jill sat, stood her up, propping her own foot on the edge of the toilet, and bent Jill over her knee. Then she began to clean Jill’s backside. More tears spilled from Jill’s obscured eyes as Kat lovingly washed her. Once Jill was cleaned up, Kat untied her and removed the blindfold, revealing a room glowing with candles and a lovely bubble bath waiting just for her. Her red and puffy eyes had been expecting the harsh lighting that normally illuminates their bathroom, but Kat had thought of everything. Now she helped Jill into the tub and bathed her tenderly, shampooing and conditioning her hair, rinsing it with the handheld shower wand.
After her soak, Kat dried her with a fluffy towel and held up a soft, new robe for her to slip into. She led her back to the bedroom and lit some candles as she asked Jill to disrobe and lie down on her stomach on their bed. She did as she was asked and was delighted when Kat picked up a bottle of scented oil and straddled her back. It was an amazingly relaxing massage from neck and shoulders all the way down to her feet. Just as Jill was about to fall asleep, she felt Kat’s warm breath above her upper back. It led to a trail of licking and kissing and nibbling down to her ass. Kat gently parted her cheeks once again and lovingly licked around her recently traumatized anus.
The light flicking of her tongue soon became the thrusting and probing of an appendage that wanted to once again violate this sacred area. Jill raised her bottom up and met each thrust of Kat’s hungry mouth, slipping her own hand between her thighs to play with herself. She marveled at how wonderful it felt to have her ass eaten. Her orgasm was long and violent and it left her wanting to share that pleasure with the one who had introduced it to her.
Jill fell forward, pulling away and turning to spring upon Kat. She tackled her and held her down while her hand searched out her wet cunt. Jill thrust two fingers inside Kat and used her thumb to tease and rub her clit. As Kat called out from pleasure, Jill began to whisper her plans of reversing their roles. She told Kat that soon it would be her tied and blindfolded and lying across Jill’s lap. She told her how she would lube up a probing finger and force it into her tight ass before replacing it with the hard plastic nozzle. She promised her that she would fuck her with the nozzle as the water flowed into her, that it would be like Jill cumming in her ass endlessly. Kat began to shudder with her climax as Jill described the impending scene.
The two lay as one mass of tangled lips and limbs, basking in the aftermath of their newfound mutual pleasure. They were just about to fall asleep when Kat tilted her head toward Jill’s ear and whispered, “I won!”
THE CHRISTMAS GIFT
Thea Leticia
I show up at my Daddy’s doorstep with a plate of cookies I made just for him. I’ve stolen a nibble or two but I don’t think he’ll notice; they’re so pretty and sparkly on the striped platter. He lets me in and gives me a hug. I can’t help but sigh and give a little happy shudder in my tummy when I see that he is wearing my favoritest leather pants, the ones that are almost too tight and make me feel a little bit dirty. Don’t tell.
He thanks me for the cookies after brushing some crumbs off my pretty velvet shirt. “I see they were yummy,” he says.
“Mmmm!” I giggle. “Where’s my prezzies?”
“I think you got coal.”
“Nope. Where’s my prezzies?” He laughs that yummy laugh when I stomp my high-heeled foot and hold out my hands for treats.
“Okay, fine silly grrrl, they’re under the tree. Where else would prezzies be?”
The living room smells like pine and cinnamon and party. I see a bunch of presents under the tree all wrapped in sparkly peppermint striped paper with lots of ribbons and bows. I sit patiently at his feet in front of the tree waiting to be told where to start.
“This looks like it has your name on it.”
The label says, To my bestest good baby grrrl ever.
I giggle and shake the box. Inside is the most perfectest, prettiest little girl bear with purple boots and a purple raincoat and I love her. I climb up on Daddy’s lap and hold up my bear for kisses. “Thank you!” He kisses my bear on the nose and strokes my hair, making me giggle.
He laughs. “That’s it? That’s all you wanted, no more prezzies?”
“More!”
I get bubble baths and lotions and pretty pens and just when I think I’m all out of prezzies to open and have happily stuck a candy cane in my mouth, he goes to his room and comes back with two more packages. “These presents are kind of for Daddy,” he says and I giggle.
In a pretty gift bag is the cutest lacy nightgown, except parts of it are see-through. My Daddy is a perv, how about yours?
I’m about to go change when his hand gently stops me.
“Change here,” he says as he crosses his strong legs in his yummy leather pants. He closes the blinds and the drapes and nods for me to strip.
I like stripping for my Daddy. I know just how to do it too. He likes it when I start at the top, so I let my hair loose and shake it out till it cascades down my back. He is grinning at me, which is all the encouragement I need. I slide my velvet shirt off and fold it neatly. I’ll never forget to do that part after the spanking I got the first time I tossed my clothes to the side. Well, sometimes I “forget,” but today I want to be good for him.
“Help me, Daddy?” I can hear him breathe hard when I sit on his lap so he’ll unfasten my red Christmas bra. His fingers have the clasp undone but not before I manage to wiggle against him, just the way he likes it. And I like it too; I love being on my Daddy’s lap. It is the best place in the world. I stay there as I take my bra off, slyly rubbing against him in a naughty way that makes me blush. I stand in front of him and slowly lower my skirt over my hips while he watches. I bend all the way down, my hands on the floor showing him my pretty red and white panties and slowly I get back up with a giggle, lower the panties, and stand there. I peek at Daddy behind my shoulder, and I can tell I’m doing it right. He has that look in his eyes that means I’m in all kinds of good trouble.
I pull the nightgown over my head wiggling till it’s in place. It’s red and white striped, and the feathers on top tickle me, making me squirm. Then I step into the tiny panties that have a bow in the front. “These don’t cover very much, Daddy!” I giggle and strike a pose.
“Pretty?” I ask him with my hand on my hip.
“Beautiful,” he answers in a husky voice as he licks his lips. “The perfect present for Daddy.”
I blush and stand there letting him admire me and waiting to be told what to do.
He hands me the other package with a smirk that makes me feel dirty.
“I can tell you are thinking naughty thoughts, baby grrrl,” he tells me as he motions me closer. I stop at his feet and look down.
“Aren’t you?” he asks me in a firm voice.
“Mmm-hmm,” I answer in a small voice. My heart is pounding and I know he’s right; I want to be naughty, and I’m excited and scared of what he has in mind.
“Open it.”
I carefully unwrap the present, trying to hide the slight tremor of my hands. I giggle a little as I hear the box rattle. I open the box cautiously and gasp as I catch a glimpse of leather. I pull the gift out and find a leather harness complete with a purple cock attached. I look up at Daddy with my eyes wide, holding the leather uncertainly, blushing and stammering, unable to ask.
He laughs heartily at my reaction and leaves me there, at his feet, uncertain, then without a word he motions me over with his eyes and I obey.
He runs his hand up my thigh as I stand awkwardly holding the harness and trembling. His touch makes me gasp. He reaches up and takes the harness from my hands. Sliding his hands over my hips and across my belly he fastens the top strap. His fingers tickle my inner thighs as he fastens the straps at my hips. I stand still, shivering slightly, blushing and uncertain.
I look down and a bright purple cock is poking out from under my sexy nightgown. Daddy calls me to his lap, and I sit nervously. He brushes my hair aside and nibbles on my neck. I close my eyes and whimper softly.
He whispers in my ear, “You’ve been such a good grrrl for me; I thought you should learn to fuck your Daddy.”
I can feel my heart pounding furiously, I can feel my body trembling, and I know I have to answer but my voice catches in my throat as I manage to say, “Yes, Daddy.”
“How does that make you feel—the thought of fucking your Daddy?”
I’m so nervous my eyes are bright, and I shiver and answer with a moan I can’t hold back.
He laughs, satisfied with my answer.
“Up.”
I lift up off his lap somewhat gracelessly and blush at my own clumsiness.
He leads me to the bedroom and has me lie back on the bed. My heart is pounding as I watch him take his clothes off. He peels off his sexy leather pants revealing that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath them. I moan on the bed as he approaches me naked. I’m dressed in my cute baby doll, and my Daddy is completely naked throwing me off completely.
“You like the way your Daddy fucks you, don’t you?” he asks me as he drops to the bed and runs his fingertips over the gauzy fabric.
“Yeah.” I stammer and blush. “A lot.”
“Well, your Daddy wants you to make him feel that good. Do you think you can do that, babygrrrl?”
He reaches down and touches himself, bringing his wetness up to my lips. I moan and suck his finger into my mouth closing my eyes. My Daddy tastes so good, and he hardly ever lets me taste him. I revel in the moment and lap at his finger with hungry tongue.
“Yes, Daddy,” I manage to whisper when he extracts his finger from my mouth with a chuckle.
“You’re going to be a good grrrl for me, aren’t you?”
I nod breathlessly.
“Would you like for your Daddy to ride you? Would you like it if I took your pretty purple cock?”
My moans are more insistent as I answer, “Oh, yes, Daddy, please.”
I look up as he straddles my body, watching me and smirking.
“You are not to move unless I tell you to. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He lowers his body onto my cock and I can feel the pressure as he puts his full weight on my crotch, feel myself quiver as he growls deliciously.
“That’s a good grrrl,” he murmurs as he looks down on me.
“Eyes open,” he orders and I groan. His breathing quickens, and I can feel him rocking against me as I watch him sliding up and down on my purple cock.
I can barely fight the urge to move my hips, and I feel myself dripping onto the bedspread.
“Mmm, that’s a good grrrl,” he repeats, moaning huskily. “That feels so good. Do you like being inside your Daddy?”
I try to answer and keep my eyes open, and my hips involuntarily rise of their own accord to meet him. I realize what I’ve done and blush and groan.
He pinches my nipple hard through the thin fabric.
“I thought I told you not to move. Do you want me to stop?”
I groan and whimper, “Oh, no, Daddy! Please don’t stop. Please. Please. Oh, please don’t stop. Please.” I can feel myself tearing up at the thought.
“Then don’t. Fucking. Move.” His voice is cold and his body slams down on me hard as he moans.
I can feel his arousal, feel the impact of his body on my clit, feel the driving urge to move my hips, and I’m breathing harder and faster from the effort of not moving.
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