"Yes, slut. Dance for me. Dance for your Master's pride. Dance as the proud and beautiful female slut you are."
Sara smiled. Sir James turned left to walk through the small lobby of the condominium. There were perhaps three men there and one woman over toward the phone. All looked at Sir James lead the naked Sara through the lobby, but Sara saw nothing. She was focused on the fire within her and the thought of making her Master proud.
Silently, Sara sighed as the door closed behind them, and she was once again in her Master's home. She was directed to lay down on the bed and masturbate, but not cum. Sir James watched from the foot of the bed. He removed the vibrators slowly ... first the anus, then the vagina. Sara noticed his cock responded to her arousal. Silently she hoped he would use it to fill her, but she dare not speak it. She dare not.
She wiggled and squirmed under her own manipulation until she was so very ready to cum.
"Please, Sir, may I cum for you?"
"What do you want, Sara?"
"Sir, I want to cum for you???"
"Sara, I know you. Tell me what you want!"
"PLEASE SIR, PLEASE USE YOUR COCK TO FILL MY HUNGRY VAGINA???"
"Good girl! Now lift it up for me and spread your thighs wide. Yes! Beautiful! Oh you are a true slut! Higher! Show me what a slut you are! Now ... take my cock all the way into you and squeeze the cum out of me. Mmmmmmm yes! That's it! So tight! What great muscles! Can you feel me inside you? Can you feel my testicles tightening? Good girl! Cum now, slut! Cum now and squeeze my cum into you!"
"Now, find a nice dress and get dressed quickly."
She did as commanded and returned looking absolutely stunning in a short red dress, cinched at the waist, with a nice swingy skirt and a plunging neckline.
"Is this satisfactory, Sir?"
"Yes, slut. Now, come here. I want to put these nipples clamps on you until we get to the restaurant."
"Yes, Sir." She adjusted the neckline of the dress slightly so that Sir James could attach the desired clamps. She winced slightly, but felt the powerful twinges in her hot, slut vagina.
Sir James attached her collar and leash and they left for dinner with Master. They parked, and Sir James walked around to open the door for Sara.
"Show me your hot box, slut." He ordered with a smile. "Mmmm so pretty!" He attached tiny clamps on the labia lips that pinched tightly, but deliciously. He then flicked her already throbbing clitoris, snapped off one nipple clip then the other. "So hot! You are the perfect slut for your Master! And red suits you!" He winked at her.
They entered the restaurant and Sara nearly came at the sight of her beloved Master! He smiled, too, at the sight of her. Her arousal did not go unnoticed either. Master indicated a seat for her facing the room. He whispered in her ear a small reminder to keep her knees parted and kissed her fondly.
"So, James. How was your day?"
"I had a pleasant time. Thank you for the use of your slut. She is, indeed, a valuable treasure. Guard her well, or I may steal her!"
"She seems agreeable, James. You may borrow her any time you wish with adequate notice, of course."
"Thank you, kindly. I appreciate the gesture. I may take you up on that until I find my own slut, that is, if Sara is agreeable."
"What do you say, Sara," Master asked.
"Thank you, Master. I am grateful for the opportunity to serve you in this manner."
To Become
Shade was a small girlish woman of 20, standing at just five feet tall in platform Mary Janes she bought at Hot Topic. Shade could be called a Goth chick but she hated labels. To Shade labels were oppressive, to her she was just a girl living in Detroit with her boyfriend and two cats. Shade started experiencing sex, good sex for the first time with Victor. Shade's friends called her submissive at first she bucked the label off but lately she wanted to tell Victor but she would never get the chance.
It was early September when it happened, when Shade Brooks lost the love of her life. She felt so traumatized, she just didn't know what to do with herself, and three years she had been devoted to Victor. In all her thoughts she'd never thought it would end like this. Her heart was broken she wasn't quite sure she'd ever recover. Erotica had become Shade's choice of reading. Somehow reading about people's sexual deviance was better than having your own. Victor had always faulted her for being too bookish and quiet. As with all things there comes a time when courage grows and sexual hunger takes over.
. Tonight was an odd night, shade was on the verge of something big and she knew it. The last few days she found herself in a stressful situation, she found herself haunting a chat room more and more seeking the comfort of strangers. Tonight shade finds herself drawn to Him. He made her feel as if he could make her heart explode even though he was probably a thousand miles away. Shade didn't care if he was dark and handsome or whatever, he just made her feel truly submissive.
After she logs off shade decides that since her new ex boyfriend is on a date to comfort herself. She gets her white candles off of her altar and lights them placing them on the floor in front of her full length mirror. Lust has been growing slowly all night; shade unzips her black lace dress letting slide free like petals off a dying rose. The reflection staring back at her is absurd, her in her Mary Janes and stockings and black bra, dolls on their shelves behind her. She drops to her knees as if pushed still gazing at herself as she picks up the doll closest to her, she looks like a little girl almost.
"That's a good girl" His voice echoes in her head "Touch your cunt for me."
Her delicate violinist hands stroke her clit softly and her eyes close she can still see the flames flickering before her mind starts creating images. Herself kneeling still holding charlotte as she's sucking and gagging on his hard cock, he's fucking her pretty little mouth while she's watching. He's fucking her garnet colored mouth as if he wants to kill her with his rather large cock and she doesn't care. The scene dissolves and picks up again with her over his lap her round ass upturned glowing red. His big hands slapping her ass harder with each swing, shade wriggled her ass keeping count in her head.
"Bad shade, naughty little whore." His voice was loud but not angry more mocking her because He knew how much she loved pain and being called a whore when they played.
By now her cunt was soaked and her fingers slid around her clit teasingly, she opened her eyes long enough to retrieve two pink plastic clothes pins and pull her nipples out of the bra clamping a clothes pin on them gasping at the pain. her mind's eye showed her next tied to a bed as He stepped close she could see the flogger a little thrill passed through her as he brought it down on her belly over and over. He then caressed her hard nipples with the flogger watching her face. Her breasts were large and full and jiggled as He struck them. True to her word shade barely made a sound as He flogged her. she was bloody but she was enjoying herself.
Before long shade was crouched rocking her hips back and forth fingering her pussy three fingers moving as fast as she could. The orgasm over took her making her whole body shake as she came all over her fingers. Shade licked her fingers clean and took the clothes pins off smiling. Amazed with how clearly she saw every detail in her head, and how excited it all made her. Shade knew this was just the beginning, her whole life was changing. She said a small prayer, and looked at herself in the mirror one last time.
She snuffed the candles and climbed in to bed with a content sigh. Shade didn't even wake up when her ex came home.
For One Night Only
They both knew there would be nothing delicate or loving about this encounter, in fact both felt the animal instinct inside. They had both had a few to drink this night but they still knew what would happen.
She had known that he wanted her when he had pulled her to him as they had talked together, and kissed her passionately to which she had responded just as heatedly.
He had known she wanted him when she had reached under his kilt and felt the length and girth of his
cock, releasing a small animal like groan of pleasure at her find.
From there it had been like a cascade both wanting the others body hard and fast, she continued to play with him while his hands drifted under her short skirt feeling her arse and finding the G string, taught down her ass cleft. Pulling the little string hard so it pressed against her mound she began to rock her hips to increase the sensation while rubbing into his crotch.
By now their tongues were a blur inside each other’s mouths and small guttural noises emitted from the pair of them. They had long ago forgotten that they were in the nightclub and were transfixed with the pleasure and sensation of the heated passion that engulfed them. Her hand squeezed his bolloks feeling them swell, wanting to eject their contents into her now hot and wet little pussy. While his hands came round to the front slipping down the material of her G-string feeling the dampness and how her lips had opened slightly to accommodate the little slip of material, so they pouted on either side of it letting him stroke them. She shuddered slightly at the sensation of his thumb slipping down the length of them releasing more of her juice.
“All right you two I’m only warning you once” The gruff tones of the bouncer shattered their intimate little world, bringing them back to reality with a bang. A couple of muttered apologies a slight moving apart and the bouncer was gone, but the ‘want’ wasn’t. They both got their breath back and looked at each other no words were needed. He took her unresisting hand and led her out of the club into the warm summer night, he knew a spot, a place some people fantasised about but tonight it would be used for a bout of torrid copulation.
In a matter of minutes in which they nearly ran they made it to the churchyard at the top of the town, through the gate and onto the grass around the grave stones, her heels sinking slightly in the ground so she pulled them off.
Then he found the one he was looking for a long flat table like stone, which had probably been the scene of a few encounters.
She dropped her bag and shoes by the stone and then entwined herself in him again, the passionate heat welling up in them again, as they pulled at each other’s clothes. He pulled up her top releasing her breasts to the night air her nipples hardening, as she pulled open his shirt and licked his nipples. His rough hands cupped her breasts and his thumbs made circuits of her areole making the tips stiffen even more before he pinched each of them, a gasp escaped her lips at the sensation.
Then her tongue trailed down his chest towards his waist as she sank to her knees, she had felt how big it was now she wanted to see. Pushing the sporran round to one side she lifted the material to see his engorged cock spring out at her, the veins down the sides almost pulsing with the pressure inside. He was un-circumcised and the end of his foreskin was slightly open, so she pushed her tongue into it pushing it wide so she could lick between the skin and the tip of his cock.
He leaned back against the stone and groaned at the sensation of her tongue working its way over his throbbing member, he felt her pull the fore-skin back and her hot mouth encasing his length and beginning to bob up and down. He could feel an almost growl like sound rise in his throat, as he reached round putting his hand on the back of her head pushing his length even deeper down her throat, he felt her try to pull back but held it for an extra second, revelling in the sensation. Then he let her up, pulling her to him again kissing wildly, he tasted his juice on her lips as his penis pushed against her skirt and her breasts against his chest. Her lipstick was smeared and her hair a mess but she didn’t care, she wanted more, she wanted what was to come next.
Turning he pushed her back onto the stone, she pulled her skirt up revealing her G-string which was almost totally encased by her pussy lips. She ran her finger over her lips teasing them as he stood between her legs his hard cock jutting out from under the material of his kilt.
He lifted her legs so her feet were in front of his face, he licked her toes and down her ankles all the way to her knees, where he flicked his tongue across the back of each one sending tiny flickers of sensation down her body, then onto the soft flesh of her inner thighs. He could smell her hot damp muskiness now, which drove him on even harder, and then he was there, watching her fingers playing with herself the gusset soaked with juices. Looping a finger round the damp material he pulled it from between her lips. “Ugggh” she let go the guttural sound as a wave of pleasure coursed through her, without pausing he pulled the material hard snapping it as if it were wet paper, the strings pulling through her arse crack as he tossed the now useless underwear to one side. He took her hands and lifted them out of the way and pushed his tongue against her moist snatch. The juices trickled over his tongue as it slipped and slid its way up and down her lips, slightly above them her clit had swollen creating a little hard nub which he nibbled, her back arched as she let go another animal like groan. He then thrust his tongue into her pussy its walls slick with her juice; he probed as deep as he could before flicking it out and across her clit again. She writhed on the top of the stone, now it was her turn to force his head against her mound making her cum hard and fast. The walls of her snatch trying to grip his tongue but it moved too quickly over her.
Then she released his head, she wanted his cock and she wanted it deep inside her, he stood up and it was pointing right at her love hole on the edge of the stone, with one step forward its tip was against her outer lips. She spread her legs to allow him to push into her, but he paused teasing her outer lips with the tip of her cock. “Fuck Me” she cried she had been teased too much and like an animal she just wanted to feel his prick deep in her. Like a hot iron he thrust into her, sliding deep as he could go so his balls banged against her ass, she gasped as her pussy stretched to accommodate his girth and length. “Oh Yes, yes , yes Yes”
With every thrust she bucked wildly, feeling the thick ridges of his cock pump in and out of her driving her towards orgasm, there was no stopping it; it hit her like an express train. Her muscles tightened around him and her whole body arched as waves of pleasure hit her, she felt her head go light, but he was still going. She groaned out loud she could feel the pressure building again as he pushed her legs wide apart holding his cock inside her and rocking his hips so her clit was being rubbed by the top of his cock.
He had felt her come the walls tightening around him trying to milk his cum out of him, but he had held on waiting for the second wave to start, the sensation of being deep within her his cock rotating around her depths rubbing along her inner walls and their pelvis’s rubbing together was going to make him release his load in her. Then he felt it her body straining as she started to reach her peak again, he pulled out slightly then pushed in hard slamming their pelvis’s together, pushing her clit down and his length hard against her walls which now gripped him like a vice. Then the sensation as his cum rose up the length of his prick and gushed into her cavity, pumping more and more white cum to mingle with her juices. “Yesssss” like a growl, he came, her walls milked him as she twisted in the throes of her own orgasm. He let go of her legs, and grabbed the edge of the stone for support, his head swimming in sensations, sweat trickling down his chest. She lay there gasping feeling their juices ooze inside of her as their muscles relaxed.
She finally sat up when her head would let her and with his now deflating cock still partially inside her, she stroked his hair and kissed him. “Thank you” she said.
He smiled “No Thank You”.
The last she saw of him that night was as they separated at the gate to the church with him pushing her G-string into his sporran as a memento.
The End.
The First Encounter
Your hand holds mine. Your lips touch my fingertips. Your eyes hold mine, locked with intense heat and the promise of passion.
you touch my face, grazing my cheek, cradling it in your hand as you pull me closer into your embrace. With a tenderness so powerful, you hold me to you, and gently kiss my forehead, each of my eyelids, my cheeks, and the tip of my nose. Looking into
my eyes and smiling, you lean into me and take my lips with your own.
Slowly, gently, you combine our lips. I trace your bottom lip with my tongue and you use this gesture as an invitation to probe deeper. You intensify our kiss. Our tongues dance wildly as our arms tighten around each other.
I feel your hands slide up my body. As one hand rests on my hip, pulling my hips into yours, your other hand travels to my hair. You grab a handful and pull my head back, exposing my neck.
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