“No,” I said. The room reverberated with the surprised gasp he gave me. We were in a face off in front of his bed, him bare chested in jeans, his cock straining up beneath his jeans. I was mostly naked at this point in only a pair of scandalously tiny red panties.
“No?” he asked. I could see the change in his face. I raised my chin, my blue eyes defiant and steady as I almost smirked in my rebellion.
“No.” I said smiling. His dark eyes flashed with fire. He was not the kind of top you said no to. As a matter of fact, I wasn’t sure I had ever dared defy an order from him. His good little girl… telling him no, instead of obediently sitting down on the bed awaiting his orders, his words, his will.
*SMACK* I gasped, bringing a hand to my stinging cheek. I laughed and my cunt pulsed in reply. I had expected it, but been too slow, too cocky in my defiance. He bit his lip but I could see his eyes dance as we began our battle for control.
I saw him move to slap my cheek again, but this time I blocked him with an arm. He narrowed his eyes, but I had a surprise. My other arm moved quickly and *click* He looked at his wrist in a sort of shocked awe. The cold steel of a handcuff was closed neatly over his wrist and the other end was in my hand. He jerked the cuff backward, pulling me closer to him, trying to wrench the cuff from my grasp. I let myself be pulled forward and sideways, almost shoulder to shoulder with him. Both hands still firmly on the cuff, I jerked my knee up in to the backside of his knee.. just hard enough that it buckled and he half sat half fell back on to the bed behind him. I pushed my weight down on top of him, and jumped up to straddle him. It was a quick, dirty move, and *click* sure enough.. I had cuffed him to the headboard.
From atop my fallen master, I grinned triumphantly.
“You sneaky little whore,” he said, testing the cuff. He grinned a little and I smirked. I was sure beneath his jeans, his cock was hard and ready even after this brief interaction. I leaned over and kissed him hard. I felt his hand go to my hair, and as he pulled, I bit his lip. We both inhaled sharply in pleasure and pain. The kiss broke as my head was wrenched back farther. He dragged me off him to the bed next to him, struggling to move over me with his one arm still chained to the bed.
We wrestled, my trying to push him off me as he forced himself over top me, in between my legs. His teeth met the soft skin of my neck. My nails raked his bare back. My scalp screamed as he pulled at my loose hair. He grinded in to my cunt, and I pushed back up in to his cock. Both of us were starting to gasp with effort and with want. I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled, a pained gasp escaping his lips. Wriggling out from under him, I kept my hand firmly in his hair till I could scoot back towards the head of the bed. He refused to relinquish his own grip in my hair, but that still left me with one of my own hands free.. and his otherwise occupied. It only took a second….
*click* “Bitch!” though his hand was in my hair, it was now also cuffed to the bed. He let go of my hair, and I sat up, my back to the head board. He was kneeling in between my spread legs.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Smutty writing #3
Who knows Best
“You’re a little pain slut who can’t get all he wants from a good girl like Tara.” I dared Seth to counter me, my blue eyes shooting him a look. From across the table, Seth grinned and quirked an eye brow at me. His teeth seemed even whiter in contrast to his tan skin. Running a hand over his buzzed hair, he laughed and spoke,
“What makes you think you know what I want anyway, Gwen?” I twirled a strand of my loose, brown hair and nodded in Tara’s direction.
“Tara and I are practically the same person.” Tara nodded at this.
“It’s true,” Tara said adjusting her tight, blue t shirt. “One of those unfortunate side effects of being best friends.”
“But that doesn’t mean you guys would fuck the same way,” Seth said. He stretched his arms up over his head, and I didn’t hide letting my eyes travel down his well muscled arms and over the tattoos that peaked from under his tank top.
“True,” I said, smoothing an imaginary wrinkle out of my short jean skirt. “I have an idea what you like from knowing Tara. But I’ve got the edge you’ve been craving that she doesn’t have.” I gently touched Tara’s shoulder. “No offense, hun.” Tara shrugged.
“None taken.” She said, running her fingers lightly over my hand. “You’re the domme. Not me.” Tara flipped her short hair back at this. “Goodness knows I could dress up and play that way, but I’d never be able to actually hurt anyone.” Seth laughed.
“I only let professionals touch this body.” I scoffed a little. Seth turned and grinned. “Hey I was trained by a professional!”
“Hmph.” I said, leaning forward, my breasts peeking over the top of my tank top. Seth’s eyes glanced down and back, but too slowly not to be noticed. “You don’t give me much credit. I may not be professional, but I’m a natural.”
“If only I knew,” he said, leaning towards me, his gaze holding mine. I felt a little shiver in me at his boldness, but sat back, retreating, gesturing to his girlfriend… my best friend.. next to me.
“Ah well,” I said. “Guess you’ll just have to train Tara.” I smirked, knowing there was no way little miss goody two shoes could take him like he wanted.
Not like I could, I thought. God knows I wish I could let him know. I’d lusted after him since before he had started dating Tara. I had come close once. There had been a few long conversations, a sleepover or two, but it never amounted to anything. I had never really tried. There had been too much going on at the time. Somehow, I had ended up setting him up with Tara, and before I knew it, they were practically married. Not so happily, as they were currently doing some sort of bizarre lesbian-like breakup get together, have sex, go out, break up dance that only served to further irritate everyone involved and everyone around them. Serves them right for thinking they could break up and still live together.
“Well you know…” Tara started, her dark brown eyes shining mischievously. “It is Seth’s birthday, and I bet I have a great idea for a present.” Seth and I turned to look at Tara.
“Oh boy…” Seth laughed. “That can only mean trouble.” I laughed.
“I like trouble,” I said. “Go on Tara.”
“Well…” Tara started. “Why don’t we see who does fuck you best.” I raised both brows in surprise and Seth nearly choked on the drink he had just taken a sip of.
“Uhhh…” Seth said. “What exactly are you proposing?” Tara grinned like the cat who had swallowed the canary.
“I’m proposing.. that we have a contest. Gwen and I take turns doing certain acts you want to you. After each thing, you can tell us who does it better. In the end we’ll add them up. Whoever has the most points wins.” My jaw had dropped, but not as far as Seth’s.
“Wins what?” I asked, my voice filled with excitement.
“Hmm..” said Tara, running her small hand through her hair. “A night of whatever they want with Seth.” I looked at Seth. His eyes seemed to be ablaze with a fire that I was sure burned in his cunt. I felt something pulse in my clit. Surely I could win this! But Tara had the advantage. They had been dating for months. She had learned the ins and outs already. But he’s not completely satisfied, a little voice said in my head. I grinned. I could win this…
“I’m in.” I said. My voice surprising me and Seth. Tara giggled a little, clapping her hands together. We both looked at Seth.
“You’re serious about this?” he asked Tara, slowly, trying to keep the excitement from entering his voice. Tara nodded enthusiastically.
“Gosh honey,” she said, “You know Gwen and I have done stuff like this before. And what a birthday!”
Seth looked over at me.
“Happy Birthday indeed.”
* * *
Before I knew it, I was standing in the doorway at Seth and Tara’s place. It was the evening of Seth’s birthday. I had decided to dress casually enough, jean skirt, black tank top, and underneath I had a sexy black and red bra and panty set I hoped Seth would like. His favorite colors, I thought to myself, chuckling. I ran a hand through my curls… curls I had worked on for Seth as well. Hey.. all’s fair in love and war.. I thought, and I hadn’t forgotten Seth said he liked long, curly hair. Tara opened the door.
“Gwen!” she squealed. I entered and hugged her. She had dolled up a bit more than I. She was wearing a green halter dress, which made her breasts look perkier and larger than usual. She did have the most perfect breasts, and I had always been jealous how they seemed better than even a surgeon could muster.
Seth was seated on the couch, wearing a black button down over a white t shirt, and black pants. God he was handsome. I walked over and hugged him, not minding that his head happened to be eye level with my breasts. As he pulled me to him, I smelled his cologne. His fingers on the small of my back made me shiver.
“Hey gorgeous.” He said. I pulled back.
“Happy birthday.” I said. He smiled.
”It is, isn’t it?” His eyes danced mischievously, and I marveled at how cool he seemed despite what was about to happen. Well.. couldn’t hurt to get two hot chicks for your birthday.
We made our way upstairs to Seth’s bedroom. In their quasi breakup, Tara and Seth had decided it was best they kept their stuff separate, and only have sleepovers in each other’s rooms. Seth’s room was more appropriate though, I decided. The bed was turned down, exposing his favorite black satin sheets. The room had been lit with candles and smelled faintly of incense and clove cigarettes and at the foot of the bed stood a small handmade chest. Gwen took a seat on the bed as Tara closed the door behind them. Seth took a seat on the window ledge and lit a clove.
“So,” said Tara. “I asked Seth to write a list of a few of his favorite things to have done. Did you do it, baby?” Seth nodded, blowing a thin ring of smoke from his lips. He pulled out a small folded piece of paper from his pocket.
“Sure did.” He laughed. “Think I had it done within seconds of getting home the day we talked about it.” We all laughed. Tara took it from him and came over next to me on the bed. She unfolded the note.
Makeout (clothes on)
Wax play
Blow job
rough sex
“Nice list,” I said, looking over at Seth. Tara giggled.
“Very nice,” Tara agreed. Seth shrugged, taking another drag off his clove.
“It was as basic as I could muster.”
“Not to worry,” Tara said. “You’ll get all you want after I win.” I laughed.
“You think so, eh?” I teased, tickling her side. She squealed and jumped off the bed.
“Sure do!” She said, and trotted over to Seth, wrapping her arms around him. “What do you think honey?” Seth stubbed out his clove in the ash tray, and patted Tara’s back.
“I think we’ll have to see.” Tara faux pouted and swatted his arm, walking over to sit in an arm chair in the corner of the room. Seth chuckled and walked over to the bed. Lying down, he put his hands behind his head and looked from Tara to me.
“Who’s first?” he asked. I looked at Tara. She shrugged, a little pout still on her face.
“Go on, Tara.” I said, ushering her out of the chair. “He is pretty much still yours, after all.” She smirked a little and got up, and I made myself comfortable in the chair she had surrendered, ready to watch the competition.
Tara quickly moved to the bed and straddled Seth. She attacked his lips, his neck, his ears, her little body pressing down him. She was enthusiastic, but Seth kept his hands behind his head. I bit my lip to keep from chuckling. He wasn’t going to make it easy. He was looking to be impressed. He responded almost politely, allowing Tara’s excited little tongue in to his mouth as she pressed herself harder in to him. By this point, she had wrapped her arms around his neck and was kissing him like her life and love depended on it. Finally, Seth grabbed her by both wrists and pushed her back.
“Think we should give Gwen a turn, don’t you think babe?” Tara was panting a little from the effort she had put behind her little makeout session. She may have been disappointed but she merely nodded breathlessly and hopped off him.
I rose, taking my time as I made my way over to him. He had returned his arms behind his head, and his eyes traveled the length of me with a gaze that made me blush. I knew it was to my advantage to let him know I wanted him without the unbridled need to please that Tara had just showed. He didn’t want a puppy. He needed a woman. He needed this woman. Someone who could tempt and tease, give him just enough to almost satisfy but leave him wanting more. I was going to make that happen.
I lay down on the bed, my body the length of his right side. I brought a hand to his chest and slowly wrapped a leg over his, pressing my hips ever so lightly in to his thigh. I leaned over him, my loose curlsr framing his face underneath me. I lowered my lips almost to his, and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt from the bottom up.
“How bad do you want it?” I asked, barely a whisper, my breath surely tickling his awaiting lips.
“Not that bad,” he said smugly, quirking an eyebrow at me.
“Hard to crack tonight, are we?” I said again, moving away from his lips to begin slowly kissing down his neck. I continued to unbutton his shirt until finally the black fabric fell completely open. My hand traveled down the length of his white t-shirt, and I silently appreciated the way his abs felt even through the fabric. I nibbled lightly on his ear, tasting it lightly with my tongue. I felt him move ever so slightly, pressing a little closer to me and I smiled despite myself. I continued a slow, sensuous trail of kisses down his neck, then pulled his collar down so I could suck on his collar bone. At that, I heard the faintest sound of a moan in the back of his throat. It was almost a low growl…
My fingers found the bottom of his t-shirt and made their way just up under to trace across the skin just above the top of his pants. His skin was smooth and I could almost see the way my pale fingers looked against his tan skin. I brought my hand up to lightly finger his stomach, appreciating the hard muscles under the softness of my touch. My lips had finally found their way back up his neck, across his jaw, and without warning, I took his bottom lip fully in my mouth. He couldn’t hide his lust this time, and moaned in to my mouth, his hips bucking ever so slightly. I felt him kiss back and deepened the kiss, our mouths hungrily taking in each other’s. After a good tease of my tongue across his lips, I finally opened my mouth, and our tongues danced and moved over the other. At once, I felt Seth’s arms go about me, and he pulled me on top of him, grinding his hips in to mine. I had won. I chuckled, pushed off him, and climbed out of the bed. His look of disappointment was priceless.
“You ok, babe?” I asked, licking my lips. I moved over to sit on the windowsill. Seth narrowed his eyes at me slightly.
“Indeed,” he murmured, and sat up, running a hand over his buzzed hair. I turned to look at Tara. She was sitting with a small smile on her face, looking between the two of us.
“That was hot,” she said. “No question you got that round, G.” I smirked and shrugged.
“Benefit of going second, I guess.” She laughed.
“Oh whatever,” she said, standing and grabbing the list from atop the chest at the end of Seth’s bed. “You worked him like a well played game.”
“Hmph,” he said, grabbing the list out of Tara’s hand. “She was alright.” He put the list down next to the chest, and moved down the bed. Undoing the clasp on the chest, he opened it, the lid obscuring my view of whatever he had revealed inside. He looked at me, and I bit my lip at the hungry way his eyes played over me. He looked down and I heard the sound of a lighter. He closed the lid to reveal a small, white wax candle burning in his hand. He handed the candle to Tara and stripped off his shirt.
“We ready to move on, ladies?”
“You’re a little pain slut who can’t get all he wants from a good girl like Tara.” I dared Seth to counter me, my blue eyes shooting him a look. From across the table, Seth grinned and quirked an eye brow at me. His teeth seemed even whiter in contrast to his tan skin. Running a hand over his buzzed hair, he laughed and spoke,
“What makes you think you know what I want anyway, Gwen?” I twirled a strand of my loose, brown hair and nodded in Tara’s direction.
“Tara and I are practically the same person.” Tara nodded at this.
“It’s true,” Tara said adjusting her tight, blue t shirt. “One of those unfortunate side effects of being best friends.”
“But that doesn’t mean you guys would fuck the same way,” Seth said. He stretched his arms up over his head, and I didn’t hide letting my eyes travel down his well muscled arms and over the tattoos that peaked from under his tank top.
“True,” I said, smoothing an imaginary wrinkle out of my short jean skirt. “I have an idea what you like from knowing Tara. But I’ve got the edge you’ve been craving that she doesn’t have.” I gently touched Tara’s shoulder. “No offense, hun.” Tara shrugged.
“None taken.” She said, running her fingers lightly over my hand. “You’re the domme. Not me.” Tara flipped her short hair back at this. “Goodness knows I could dress up and play that way, but I’d never be able to actually hurt anyone.” Seth laughed.
“I only let professionals touch this body.” I scoffed a little. Seth turned and grinned. “Hey I was trained by a professional!”
“Hmph.” I said, leaning forward, my breasts peeking over the top of my tank top. Seth’s eyes glanced down and back, but too slowly not to be noticed. “You don’t give me much credit. I may not be professional, but I’m a natural.”
“If only I knew,” he said, leaning towards me, his gaze holding mine. I felt a little shiver in me at his boldness, but sat back, retreating, gesturing to his girlfriend… my best friend.. next to me.
“Ah well,” I said. “Guess you’ll just have to train Tara.” I smirked, knowing there was no way little miss goody two shoes could take him like he wanted.
Not like I could, I thought. God knows I wish I could let him know. I’d lusted after him since before he had started dating Tara. I had come close once. There had been a few long conversations, a sleepover or two, but it never amounted to anything. I had never really tried. There had been too much going on at the time. Somehow, I had ended up setting him up with Tara, and before I knew it, they were practically married. Not so happily, as they were currently doing some sort of bizarre lesbian-like breakup get together, have sex, go out, break up dance that only served to further irritate everyone involved and everyone around them. Serves them right for thinking they could break up and still live together.
“Well you know…” Tara started, her dark brown eyes shining mischievously. “It is Seth’s birthday, and I bet I have a great idea for a present.” Seth and I turned to look at Tara.
“Oh boy…” Seth laughed. “That can only mean trouble.” I laughed.
“I like trouble,” I said. “Go on Tara.”
“Well…” Tara started. “Why don’t we see who does fuck you best.” I raised both brows in surprise and Seth nearly choked on the drink he had just taken a sip of.
“Uhhh…” Seth said. “What exactly are you proposing?” Tara grinned like the cat who had swallowed the canary.
“I’m proposing.. that we have a contest. Gwen and I take turns doing certain acts you want to you. After each thing, you can tell us who does it better. In the end we’ll add them up. Whoever has the most points wins.” My jaw had dropped, but not as far as Seth’s.
“Wins what?” I asked, my voice filled with excitement.
“Hmm..” said Tara, running her small hand through her hair. “A night of whatever they want with Seth.” I looked at Seth. His eyes seemed to be ablaze with a fire that I was sure burned in his cunt. I felt something pulse in my clit. Surely I could win this! But Tara had the advantage. They had been dating for months. She had learned the ins and outs already. But he’s not completely satisfied, a little voice said in my head. I grinned. I could win this…
“I’m in.” I said. My voice surprising me and Seth. Tara giggled a little, clapping her hands together. We both looked at Seth.
“You’re serious about this?” he asked Tara, slowly, trying to keep the excitement from entering his voice. Tara nodded enthusiastically.
“Gosh honey,” she said, “You know Gwen and I have done stuff like this before. And what a birthday!”
Seth looked over at me.
“Happy Birthday indeed.”
* * *
Before I knew it, I was standing in the doorway at Seth and Tara’s place. It was the evening of Seth’s birthday. I had decided to dress casually enough, jean skirt, black tank top, and underneath I had a sexy black and red bra and panty set I hoped Seth would like. His favorite colors, I thought to myself, chuckling. I ran a hand through my curls… curls I had worked on for Seth as well. Hey.. all’s fair in love and war.. I thought, and I hadn’t forgotten Seth said he liked long, curly hair. Tara opened the door.
“Gwen!” she squealed. I entered and hugged her. She had dolled up a bit more than I. She was wearing a green halter dress, which made her breasts look perkier and larger than usual. She did have the most perfect breasts, and I had always been jealous how they seemed better than even a surgeon could muster.
Seth was seated on the couch, wearing a black button down over a white t shirt, and black pants. God he was handsome. I walked over and hugged him, not minding that his head happened to be eye level with my breasts. As he pulled me to him, I smelled his cologne. His fingers on the small of my back made me shiver.
“Hey gorgeous.” He said. I pulled back.
“Happy birthday.” I said. He smiled.
”It is, isn’t it?” His eyes danced mischievously, and I marveled at how cool he seemed despite what was about to happen. Well.. couldn’t hurt to get two hot chicks for your birthday.
We made our way upstairs to Seth’s bedroom. In their quasi breakup, Tara and Seth had decided it was best they kept their stuff separate, and only have sleepovers in each other’s rooms. Seth’s room was more appropriate though, I decided. The bed was turned down, exposing his favorite black satin sheets. The room had been lit with candles and smelled faintly of incense and clove cigarettes and at the foot of the bed stood a small handmade chest. Gwen took a seat on the bed as Tara closed the door behind them. Seth took a seat on the window ledge and lit a clove.
“So,” said Tara. “I asked Seth to write a list of a few of his favorite things to have done. Did you do it, baby?” Seth nodded, blowing a thin ring of smoke from his lips. He pulled out a small folded piece of paper from his pocket.
“Sure did.” He laughed. “Think I had it done within seconds of getting home the day we talked about it.” We all laughed. Tara took it from him and came over next to me on the bed. She unfolded the note.
Makeout (clothes on)
Wax play
Blow job
rough sex
“Nice list,” I said, looking over at Seth. Tara giggled.
“Very nice,” Tara agreed. Seth shrugged, taking another drag off his clove.
“It was as basic as I could muster.”
“Not to worry,” Tara said. “You’ll get all you want after I win.” I laughed.
“You think so, eh?” I teased, tickling her side. She squealed and jumped off the bed.
“Sure do!” She said, and trotted over to Seth, wrapping her arms around him. “What do you think honey?” Seth stubbed out his clove in the ash tray, and patted Tara’s back.
“I think we’ll have to see.” Tara faux pouted and swatted his arm, walking over to sit in an arm chair in the corner of the room. Seth chuckled and walked over to the bed. Lying down, he put his hands behind his head and looked from Tara to me.
“Who’s first?” he asked. I looked at Tara. She shrugged, a little pout still on her face.
“Go on, Tara.” I said, ushering her out of the chair. “He is pretty much still yours, after all.” She smirked a little and got up, and I made myself comfortable in the chair she had surrendered, ready to watch the competition.
Tara quickly moved to the bed and straddled Seth. She attacked his lips, his neck, his ears, her little body pressing down him. She was enthusiastic, but Seth kept his hands behind his head. I bit my lip to keep from chuckling. He wasn’t going to make it easy. He was looking to be impressed. He responded almost politely, allowing Tara’s excited little tongue in to his mouth as she pressed herself harder in to him. By this point, she had wrapped her arms around his neck and was kissing him like her life and love depended on it. Finally, Seth grabbed her by both wrists and pushed her back.
“Think we should give Gwen a turn, don’t you think babe?” Tara was panting a little from the effort she had put behind her little makeout session. She may have been disappointed but she merely nodded breathlessly and hopped off him.
I rose, taking my time as I made my way over to him. He had returned his arms behind his head, and his eyes traveled the length of me with a gaze that made me blush. I knew it was to my advantage to let him know I wanted him without the unbridled need to please that Tara had just showed. He didn’t want a puppy. He needed a woman. He needed this woman. Someone who could tempt and tease, give him just enough to almost satisfy but leave him wanting more. I was going to make that happen.
I lay down on the bed, my body the length of his right side. I brought a hand to his chest and slowly wrapped a leg over his, pressing my hips ever so lightly in to his thigh. I leaned over him, my loose curlsr framing his face underneath me. I lowered my lips almost to his, and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt from the bottom up.
“How bad do you want it?” I asked, barely a whisper, my breath surely tickling his awaiting lips.
“Not that bad,” he said smugly, quirking an eyebrow at me.
“Hard to crack tonight, are we?” I said again, moving away from his lips to begin slowly kissing down his neck. I continued to unbutton his shirt until finally the black fabric fell completely open. My hand traveled down the length of his white t-shirt, and I silently appreciated the way his abs felt even through the fabric. I nibbled lightly on his ear, tasting it lightly with my tongue. I felt him move ever so slightly, pressing a little closer to me and I smiled despite myself. I continued a slow, sensuous trail of kisses down his neck, then pulled his collar down so I could suck on his collar bone. At that, I heard the faintest sound of a moan in the back of his throat. It was almost a low growl…
My fingers found the bottom of his t-shirt and made their way just up under to trace across the skin just above the top of his pants. His skin was smooth and I could almost see the way my pale fingers looked against his tan skin. I brought my hand up to lightly finger his stomach, appreciating the hard muscles under the softness of my touch. My lips had finally found their way back up his neck, across his jaw, and without warning, I took his bottom lip fully in my mouth. He couldn’t hide his lust this time, and moaned in to my mouth, his hips bucking ever so slightly. I felt him kiss back and deepened the kiss, our mouths hungrily taking in each other’s. After a good tease of my tongue across his lips, I finally opened my mouth, and our tongues danced and moved over the other. At once, I felt Seth’s arms go about me, and he pulled me on top of him, grinding his hips in to mine. I had won. I chuckled, pushed off him, and climbed out of the bed. His look of disappointment was priceless.
“You ok, babe?” I asked, licking my lips. I moved over to sit on the windowsill. Seth narrowed his eyes at me slightly.
“Indeed,” he murmured, and sat up, running a hand over his buzzed hair. I turned to look at Tara. She was sitting with a small smile on her face, looking between the two of us.
“That was hot,” she said. “No question you got that round, G.” I smirked and shrugged.
“Benefit of going second, I guess.” She laughed.
“Oh whatever,” she said, standing and grabbing the list from atop the chest at the end of Seth’s bed. “You worked him like a well played game.”
“Hmph,” he said, grabbing the list out of Tara’s hand. “She was alright.” He put the list down next to the chest, and moved down the bed. Undoing the clasp on the chest, he opened it, the lid obscuring my view of whatever he had revealed inside. He looked at me, and I bit my lip at the hungry way his eyes played over me. He looked down and I heard the sound of a lighter. He closed the lid to reveal a small, white wax candle burning in his hand. He handed the candle to Tara and stripped off his shirt.
“We ready to move on, ladies?”
Smutty writing #2
Punishment
As I pulled on a pair of my tallest, strappiest black heels, I chuckled to myself. Tonight I was playing with my boi, and he never disappointed. My outfit would be sure not to disappoint him either. Smoothing my thigh high fishnets, I snapped my garters and pulled my short little black skirt back down over lacy black boy shorts. I glanced at myself in the mirror, brushed a wrinkle from my low cut top and moving the plunging neckline just enough so my black bra and pale cleavage peeked over the top. My hair was loose, straight, and cascaded in dark waves over my shoulders. I smoothed a bit of gloss over my lips. Minimal makeup as my boi didn’t care for much and I didn’t want to risk lipstick smeared across my smart little face; my eyes lined and mascara-ed would steal his breath, even if he didn’t let me see it. Wrapping my coat around me, I hurried out in to the cold and made my way to his apartment. I was late…. On purpose.
He opened the door and I bit my lip to see his expression. Cold, hard, but with a shine in his eyes. He knew my being late without calling meant only one thing: I was in a sassy, rebellious mood. I stepped inside and started slipping off my coat. But as soon as I had it on the hook, I felt strong hands shove me up against the closed door. I gasped softly in surprise, feeling the heat instantly fill my cunt. I looked in to the face of my boi.
“You think you’re cute, don’t you?” he growled, pinning my hands above my head. His hips pinned me to the door. I grinned. His pin had revealed a surprise I’m sure he meant to save for later: he was packing.. and definitely something large.
“Why, sir?” I asked, feigning innocence as a smirk tugged at my lips. His hand was a blur as it smacked my cheek. I sucked in a breath and felt my cunt spasm in ecstasy. Oh this was going to be too good…
“You will never make me wait. Again. Is that understood?”
“We’ll see.” SMACK! My face stung, but I had little time to recover. He grabbed me and spun me around, pinning my arms behind my back. His other hand yanked my head back and I whimpered.
He forced me forward and I tried to look where we were going, but he jerked my head backwards in to his shoulder, urging another pained gasp from my lips. I suddenly felt my hips make contact with something. My curiosities were quickly satisfied, as I was bent over his desk, face forced down in to the hardness from his hand in my hair. He kept my arms behind me and quickly worked my wrists in to strong leather cuffs which he clipped together. My boi must’ve had other plans for me to forego rope and one of his wicked knots to bind my arms. That or he was too eager to punish me to waste the time.
A smack to my ass confirmed the second of my theories. I gasped, but couldn’t help wagging my hips, the moisture already starting to gather in my cunt. He pulled my skirt up around my waist, exposing my lace covered ass, garter belt hooked to my thigh highs. I heard him almost growl approvingly.
“You dressed for me, slut.” He said, smoothing a hand over my round little ass. “You look like a perfect little whore.”
“Yes sir.” I said, smiling to myself. He rubbed his hand down my ass and over the backs of my thighs, then approvingly down one leg and back up the other.
“You sexy little slut. For your effort, I’ll let you choose how I begin your punishments. Paddle or crop?”
Oh god…my cunt clenched in anticipation. I knew his work with both. The paddle would leave me unable to sit for at least a day, my whole backside and thighs, but the pressure would be evenly distributed. The crop on the otherhand left smarting, stinging blows haphazardly all over, but rarely left me in pain for longer than the evening. Even in rhythm, the crop always surprised me and left me screaming…
“If it pleases you, the crop, sir,” I heard him chuckle.
“Trying to be strong tonight. You’ll regret that, slut.” I shivered. Maybe I had chosen wrong…
I felt him make quick work of my garter belt, which fell down my waist. My panties quickly followed, yanked down, which I obediently kicked off, almost snagging them on my stiletto’s heel. My ass was now exposed to the warm air of the apartment, awaiting my boi’s punishment.
He began running the crop and a hand over my ass, down my thighs and legs, which he kicked apart causing me to lie almost completely on the table in front of me. With my arms pinned behind my back, I could do little but obey, and I could feel the juices from my pussy already threatening to spill down my thigh. He was warming me up, readying me. Then he began.. Slow at first, alternating sides. I gasped with each stinging blow. Despite starting soft, each blow was a concentrated sting and I could already feel my skin hot under the leather.
“Count, bitch.” He ordered.
SMACK! I gasped. A harder blow had fallen not on my ass as I had anticipated, but to the sweet skin of the back of my leg.
SMACK! “Not fast enough!” He barked. “Count, you slow minded whore!”
SMACK! “One…” I said, breathlessly, my body already quivering slightly.
“Louder, slut!” SMACK! “Two!” God it hurt so good…
SMACK! “Three!” SMACK “Four!” SMACK! “Five!” Six, seven, eight, nine, twn…Then they came faster. Eleven.. my legs.. twelve.. my ass.. thirteen.. my legs.. fourteen.. my ass.. my voice cracked but I kept counting. Fifteen.. My head was starting to get fuzzy and my body was starting to shake. Sixteen… I could feel my wetness spilling down my inner thighs. Seventeen… my skin sung with pain… Eighteen… he stopped with the crop and begun to rub his hand over my ass. I almost sighed in relief.
“Did that hurt, slut?”
“Yes sir.” I answered.
“You shouldn’t have made me do that. You should know better than to be late to see me.” His hand felt so good, rubbing the pain from my ass and backs of my legs. I was sweating a little.
“I’m sorry, sir.” He shhh-ed me.
“Yes you are sorry. You naughty thing. I’m not done teaching you a lesson though.” I whimpered and trembled at this. “Do you remember what number we’re on?”
Oh fuck… I hesitated. SMACK! The crop fell on my ass. “I…” FUCK! I couldn’t remember what number. SMACK!
“I can’t hear you, slut! What number?” SMACK! “I…um.. I…” I didn’t know. Shit.. SMACK!
“You leave me no choice.. I’ll have to start over.” I whimpered, trying to move my ass away from him It already hurt. But he jerked my hips back. “Count!”
SMACK! One.. two.. three.. four.. He worked faster this time, leaving very little recovery in between each blow. Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten… I was shaking now, and I was sure had I not been bent over the table, my legs would’ve gone out. 11, 12, 13, 14, 15.. my thighs and ass must be peppered with welts. I was now screaming every time the crop made contact with my skin. At 20, he finally stopped. I was gasping.
“I think that will do,” he said. I felt him rubbing the crop over my ass. The leather scraped over the welts and I moaned a little at the pain but relief of not being struck. He ran the crop up the inside of one of my thighs and then removed it. I turned just enough to see him inspect the crop, which glistened with my wetness.
“You whore, you’re dripping down your thighs!” I whimpered.
“Yes sir…” He laughed.
“You’re such a little slut. Always ready to be fucked.” He ran the crop up a thigh again, this time letting the tip rub my wet cunt. I moaned as it made contact with my lips and then clit.
“mmm…” he said. “I won’t waste this.” He grabbed me and pulled me up, my knees buckled, but he swept me up and carried me to the bed. He sat me on the bed and I let out a pained shout as my ass hit the bedspread. He quickly pulled off my top, bra, and skirt, leaving them in a pile on the floor. I was now in only my thigh high fishnets and my heels. Pushing my back down on to the bed, my cries were unheard as he was too busy clipping my wrist cuffs in to restraints on the bed. A few tears slipped from my eyes at the pain of my raw flesh on the fabric. These were ignored as restraints were tested to make sure I could not escape, and then my ankles were cuffed and clipped in. I was now quite securely tied, spread eagle to the bed. My bare breasts straining up towards the ceiling, my wet cunt open and exposed. I was completely at his mercy. I felt my clit pulse at the idea. I was completely at his mercy…
I noticed now that he had brought the crop from the other room. I whimpered and tugged at my restraints.
“Now you’re sorry…” He said, smiling at my feeble attempts to move. He traced the crop over my body, across my breasts, flipping the top over my nipples lightly. They quickly perked up, and he pinched them a few times. I moaned as he rolled each nipple between his thumb and forefinger, getting each nipple nice and hard. Then gasped as he began to pinch and tug at them. My clit pulsed as he brought the crop and began to flick it over my nipples. He expertly took turns on each breast… First he would pinch, twist, tug, and twist my nipple till it hurt and stood up as erect as possible. Then, holding it in one hand, he would flick the crop’s tip back and forth over the nipple.. the sensation was driving me crazy. My cunt felt like it was on fire, and I could feel my sex running down and pooling under my ass. I was moaning and squirming on the bed, he delighted in watching me. Laughing at me he then smacked each breast with his bare band. I yelped and twisted, unable to evade him. He hit them again. It hurt so beautifully and I was a ball of sexual frustration and want. Finally, after torturing my tits for some time, he stopped. I trembled.
“Let’s see how my little slut is enjoying this.” I felt his fingers at my cunt and I moaned and almost came right there. God I was so wet!
“Mmm…” he said, licking my sex from his fingertips. “Just how I like you.” He began to tease my clit with his fingers, slow and light strokes at first. I moaned. I could already feel myself on the edge of orgasm.
“Now do you remember my rule, slut?” He asked. “Don’t you dare come without permission.” My eyes widened.
“May I come sir?” I asked, breathlessly, the tension was so much and my self control was dissolving rapidly.
“Absolutely not,” he said sternly, but his fingers did not stop moving over my swollen clit.
“But I’m going to come..” I whined. He smacked my tit with his other hand.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” He ordered but I was slipping.. the small circles on my clit were too much and I started coming, my hips bucking and cries escaping my lips. Suddenly I felt a smack to my cunt. He was hitting my clit with the crop! My orgasm seemed to catch like my breath in my throat. SMACK! He began raining blows on my hard clit, spreading my lips with one hand so that the crop made constant contact. I cried out as he hit me over and over, my orgasm forgotten at the sweet stings to my cunt. He tossed aside the crop and then pinched by clit in between his fingers. I cried out as he pinched, flicked, and smacked my pussy.. then smacked my sensitive inner thighs. My cunt was spasming and pouring with sex.. and it hurt beautifully till I would’ve come if not for the pain that brought me back every time I felt myself ready to fall over the edge again. My cries filled the room and then finally he stopped. I gasped for air.
“Now come.” He said. I looked at him bewildered. He smacked my thigh.
”You can’t, now, can you, you fucking insolent bitch?!” He stood up and unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard, black playing cock. Oh god.. his biggest cock… he moved over me, straddling my chest.
“Suck my cock until you can come, like a good little cock sucker.” He moved his cock in to my mouth and I almost choked at the size of it. The head of his cock hit the back of my throat and I gagged and sputtered, and he pulled out, letting me catch my breath before it was back, filling my mouth.
“Keep looking at me, slut.” He said. I kept my eyes on him as I sucked him off. It was difficult to suck being so tied down to the bed, but I tried.. my tongue bathing and lapping at his cock. I moved my head up and back against the bed, neck hurting as I sucked and sucked till my cheeks hurt. He fucked my face, pumping his cock in and out. His eyes sometimes closed as I brought him closer and closer. “That’s my girl.. “ he would say. “good girl..” “suck it bitch…” he would moan.. and I could tell his cock was hitting his clit just right and he was ready to come. Harder and faster, I bobbed my head over him till he shuddered and came in my mouth. He groaned, moving off me. I licked my lips, my mouth feeling empty without him. He lay down beside me and kissed me, bringing a hand down to tease my clit.
“My good little cock sucker,” he said, and I sighed as he stroked my clit. He moved a finger inside me and I moaned, pressing my hips in to him. He began fucking me slowly, adding another finger, then another, sitting up to get a good angle. He brought his thumb up to play with my clit, continuing to move in and out of my tight wet cunt. I moved my hips, ignoring the pain of my sore ass moving over the bed, trying to take as much of his hand as I could. I asked him for permission to come, and he agreed… and I shuddered with beautiful release, all over his hand. He did not stop fucking me as I came, and instead the orgasm pulsed, receded, and I came again. And again. My head thrown back, I rode his hand over and over… then he moved and suddenly his mouth was on my clit, tongue flicking over it, teeth nibbling, hand still moving in and out of me, hitting my g spot over and over. I’m not sure how many times I came, screaming, pumping my hips in to his mouth and hand. The room spun and turned black and I must have passed out.. because when I awoke, I was completely free from the restraints, lying in his arms against his chest. He was bathing my body with a cold washcloth and I murmured in to his chest.
“Good morning, lover.” He said to me smiling. He put a cup to my lips and I drank the cold water in it. “welcome back…”
As I pulled on a pair of my tallest, strappiest black heels, I chuckled to myself. Tonight I was playing with my boi, and he never disappointed. My outfit would be sure not to disappoint him either. Smoothing my thigh high fishnets, I snapped my garters and pulled my short little black skirt back down over lacy black boy shorts. I glanced at myself in the mirror, brushed a wrinkle from my low cut top and moving the plunging neckline just enough so my black bra and pale cleavage peeked over the top. My hair was loose, straight, and cascaded in dark waves over my shoulders. I smoothed a bit of gloss over my lips. Minimal makeup as my boi didn’t care for much and I didn’t want to risk lipstick smeared across my smart little face; my eyes lined and mascara-ed would steal his breath, even if he didn’t let me see it. Wrapping my coat around me, I hurried out in to the cold and made my way to his apartment. I was late…. On purpose.
He opened the door and I bit my lip to see his expression. Cold, hard, but with a shine in his eyes. He knew my being late without calling meant only one thing: I was in a sassy, rebellious mood. I stepped inside and started slipping off my coat. But as soon as I had it on the hook, I felt strong hands shove me up against the closed door. I gasped softly in surprise, feeling the heat instantly fill my cunt. I looked in to the face of my boi.
“You think you’re cute, don’t you?” he growled, pinning my hands above my head. His hips pinned me to the door. I grinned. His pin had revealed a surprise I’m sure he meant to save for later: he was packing.. and definitely something large.
“Why, sir?” I asked, feigning innocence as a smirk tugged at my lips. His hand was a blur as it smacked my cheek. I sucked in a breath and felt my cunt spasm in ecstasy. Oh this was going to be too good…
“You will never make me wait. Again. Is that understood?”
“We’ll see.” SMACK! My face stung, but I had little time to recover. He grabbed me and spun me around, pinning my arms behind my back. His other hand yanked my head back and I whimpered.
He forced me forward and I tried to look where we were going, but he jerked my head backwards in to his shoulder, urging another pained gasp from my lips. I suddenly felt my hips make contact with something. My curiosities were quickly satisfied, as I was bent over his desk, face forced down in to the hardness from his hand in my hair. He kept my arms behind me and quickly worked my wrists in to strong leather cuffs which he clipped together. My boi must’ve had other plans for me to forego rope and one of his wicked knots to bind my arms. That or he was too eager to punish me to waste the time.
A smack to my ass confirmed the second of my theories. I gasped, but couldn’t help wagging my hips, the moisture already starting to gather in my cunt. He pulled my skirt up around my waist, exposing my lace covered ass, garter belt hooked to my thigh highs. I heard him almost growl approvingly.
“You dressed for me, slut.” He said, smoothing a hand over my round little ass. “You look like a perfect little whore.”
“Yes sir.” I said, smiling to myself. He rubbed his hand down my ass and over the backs of my thighs, then approvingly down one leg and back up the other.
“You sexy little slut. For your effort, I’ll let you choose how I begin your punishments. Paddle or crop?”
Oh god…my cunt clenched in anticipation. I knew his work with both. The paddle would leave me unable to sit for at least a day, my whole backside and thighs, but the pressure would be evenly distributed. The crop on the otherhand left smarting, stinging blows haphazardly all over, but rarely left me in pain for longer than the evening. Even in rhythm, the crop always surprised me and left me screaming…
“If it pleases you, the crop, sir,” I heard him chuckle.
“Trying to be strong tonight. You’ll regret that, slut.” I shivered. Maybe I had chosen wrong…
I felt him make quick work of my garter belt, which fell down my waist. My panties quickly followed, yanked down, which I obediently kicked off, almost snagging them on my stiletto’s heel. My ass was now exposed to the warm air of the apartment, awaiting my boi’s punishment.
He began running the crop and a hand over my ass, down my thighs and legs, which he kicked apart causing me to lie almost completely on the table in front of me. With my arms pinned behind my back, I could do little but obey, and I could feel the juices from my pussy already threatening to spill down my thigh. He was warming me up, readying me. Then he began.. Slow at first, alternating sides. I gasped with each stinging blow. Despite starting soft, each blow was a concentrated sting and I could already feel my skin hot under the leather.
“Count, bitch.” He ordered.
SMACK! I gasped. A harder blow had fallen not on my ass as I had anticipated, but to the sweet skin of the back of my leg.
SMACK! “Not fast enough!” He barked. “Count, you slow minded whore!”
SMACK! “One…” I said, breathlessly, my body already quivering slightly.
“Louder, slut!” SMACK! “Two!” God it hurt so good…
SMACK! “Three!” SMACK “Four!” SMACK! “Five!” Six, seven, eight, nine, twn…Then they came faster. Eleven.. my legs.. twelve.. my ass.. thirteen.. my legs.. fourteen.. my ass.. my voice cracked but I kept counting. Fifteen.. My head was starting to get fuzzy and my body was starting to shake. Sixteen… I could feel my wetness spilling down my inner thighs. Seventeen… my skin sung with pain… Eighteen… he stopped with the crop and begun to rub his hand over my ass. I almost sighed in relief.
“Did that hurt, slut?”
“Yes sir.” I answered.
“You shouldn’t have made me do that. You should know better than to be late to see me.” His hand felt so good, rubbing the pain from my ass and backs of my legs. I was sweating a little.
“I’m sorry, sir.” He shhh-ed me.
“Yes you are sorry. You naughty thing. I’m not done teaching you a lesson though.” I whimpered and trembled at this. “Do you remember what number we’re on?”
Oh fuck… I hesitated. SMACK! The crop fell on my ass. “I…” FUCK! I couldn’t remember what number. SMACK!
“I can’t hear you, slut! What number?” SMACK! “I…um.. I…” I didn’t know. Shit.. SMACK!
“You leave me no choice.. I’ll have to start over.” I whimpered, trying to move my ass away from him It already hurt. But he jerked my hips back. “Count!”
SMACK! One.. two.. three.. four.. He worked faster this time, leaving very little recovery in between each blow. Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten… I was shaking now, and I was sure had I not been bent over the table, my legs would’ve gone out. 11, 12, 13, 14, 15.. my thighs and ass must be peppered with welts. I was now screaming every time the crop made contact with my skin. At 20, he finally stopped. I was gasping.
“I think that will do,” he said. I felt him rubbing the crop over my ass. The leather scraped over the welts and I moaned a little at the pain but relief of not being struck. He ran the crop up the inside of one of my thighs and then removed it. I turned just enough to see him inspect the crop, which glistened with my wetness.
“You whore, you’re dripping down your thighs!” I whimpered.
“Yes sir…” He laughed.
“You’re such a little slut. Always ready to be fucked.” He ran the crop up a thigh again, this time letting the tip rub my wet cunt. I moaned as it made contact with my lips and then clit.
“mmm…” he said. “I won’t waste this.” He grabbed me and pulled me up, my knees buckled, but he swept me up and carried me to the bed. He sat me on the bed and I let out a pained shout as my ass hit the bedspread. He quickly pulled off my top, bra, and skirt, leaving them in a pile on the floor. I was now in only my thigh high fishnets and my heels. Pushing my back down on to the bed, my cries were unheard as he was too busy clipping my wrist cuffs in to restraints on the bed. A few tears slipped from my eyes at the pain of my raw flesh on the fabric. These were ignored as restraints were tested to make sure I could not escape, and then my ankles were cuffed and clipped in. I was now quite securely tied, spread eagle to the bed. My bare breasts straining up towards the ceiling, my wet cunt open and exposed. I was completely at his mercy. I felt my clit pulse at the idea. I was completely at his mercy…
I noticed now that he had brought the crop from the other room. I whimpered and tugged at my restraints.
“Now you’re sorry…” He said, smiling at my feeble attempts to move. He traced the crop over my body, across my breasts, flipping the top over my nipples lightly. They quickly perked up, and he pinched them a few times. I moaned as he rolled each nipple between his thumb and forefinger, getting each nipple nice and hard. Then gasped as he began to pinch and tug at them. My clit pulsed as he brought the crop and began to flick it over my nipples. He expertly took turns on each breast… First he would pinch, twist, tug, and twist my nipple till it hurt and stood up as erect as possible. Then, holding it in one hand, he would flick the crop’s tip back and forth over the nipple.. the sensation was driving me crazy. My cunt felt like it was on fire, and I could feel my sex running down and pooling under my ass. I was moaning and squirming on the bed, he delighted in watching me. Laughing at me he then smacked each breast with his bare band. I yelped and twisted, unable to evade him. He hit them again. It hurt so beautifully and I was a ball of sexual frustration and want. Finally, after torturing my tits for some time, he stopped. I trembled.
“Let’s see how my little slut is enjoying this.” I felt his fingers at my cunt and I moaned and almost came right there. God I was so wet!
“Mmm…” he said, licking my sex from his fingertips. “Just how I like you.” He began to tease my clit with his fingers, slow and light strokes at first. I moaned. I could already feel myself on the edge of orgasm.
“Now do you remember my rule, slut?” He asked. “Don’t you dare come without permission.” My eyes widened.
“May I come sir?” I asked, breathlessly, the tension was so much and my self control was dissolving rapidly.
“Absolutely not,” he said sternly, but his fingers did not stop moving over my swollen clit.
“But I’m going to come..” I whined. He smacked my tit with his other hand.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” He ordered but I was slipping.. the small circles on my clit were too much and I started coming, my hips bucking and cries escaping my lips. Suddenly I felt a smack to my cunt. He was hitting my clit with the crop! My orgasm seemed to catch like my breath in my throat. SMACK! He began raining blows on my hard clit, spreading my lips with one hand so that the crop made constant contact. I cried out as he hit me over and over, my orgasm forgotten at the sweet stings to my cunt. He tossed aside the crop and then pinched by clit in between his fingers. I cried out as he pinched, flicked, and smacked my pussy.. then smacked my sensitive inner thighs. My cunt was spasming and pouring with sex.. and it hurt beautifully till I would’ve come if not for the pain that brought me back every time I felt myself ready to fall over the edge again. My cries filled the room and then finally he stopped. I gasped for air.
“Now come.” He said. I looked at him bewildered. He smacked my thigh.
”You can’t, now, can you, you fucking insolent bitch?!” He stood up and unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard, black playing cock. Oh god.. his biggest cock… he moved over me, straddling my chest.
“Suck my cock until you can come, like a good little cock sucker.” He moved his cock in to my mouth and I almost choked at the size of it. The head of his cock hit the back of my throat and I gagged and sputtered, and he pulled out, letting me catch my breath before it was back, filling my mouth.
“Keep looking at me, slut.” He said. I kept my eyes on him as I sucked him off. It was difficult to suck being so tied down to the bed, but I tried.. my tongue bathing and lapping at his cock. I moved my head up and back against the bed, neck hurting as I sucked and sucked till my cheeks hurt. He fucked my face, pumping his cock in and out. His eyes sometimes closed as I brought him closer and closer. “That’s my girl.. “ he would say. “good girl..” “suck it bitch…” he would moan.. and I could tell his cock was hitting his clit just right and he was ready to come. Harder and faster, I bobbed my head over him till he shuddered and came in my mouth. He groaned, moving off me. I licked my lips, my mouth feeling empty without him. He lay down beside me and kissed me, bringing a hand down to tease my clit.
“My good little cock sucker,” he said, and I sighed as he stroked my clit. He moved a finger inside me and I moaned, pressing my hips in to him. He began fucking me slowly, adding another finger, then another, sitting up to get a good angle. He brought his thumb up to play with my clit, continuing to move in and out of my tight wet cunt. I moved my hips, ignoring the pain of my sore ass moving over the bed, trying to take as much of his hand as I could. I asked him for permission to come, and he agreed… and I shuddered with beautiful release, all over his hand. He did not stop fucking me as I came, and instead the orgasm pulsed, receded, and I came again. And again. My head thrown back, I rode his hand over and over… then he moved and suddenly his mouth was on my clit, tongue flicking over it, teeth nibbling, hand still moving in and out of me, hitting my g spot over and over. I’m not sure how many times I came, screaming, pumping my hips in to his mouth and hand. The room spun and turned black and I must have passed out.. because when I awoke, I was completely free from the restraints, lying in his arms against his chest. He was bathing my body with a cold washcloth and I murmured in to his chest.
“Good morning, lover.” He said to me smiling. He put a cup to my lips and I drank the cold water in it. “welcome back…”
Smutty writing #1
Warning: This story contains elements of rape, dominance and submission, etc. Reader discretion is advised.
Cops and Robbed?
My white, knee-high boots made a “clip clop” sound as I made my way down the sidewalk to my house. The street was deserted, not surprisingly so as it was probably 3:30 in the morning. I ran a hand through my loose hair and smiled, my head buzzing slightly from the drinks in me. It had been a terrific fetish party. I smirked. My outfit certainly had been a hit. Pink and white pleather dress, with a zipper that ran the length of the front, white pleather gloves, white fish nets, and white boots…Hot indeed. I couldn’t wait to finish my few block walk and get to my bed.
I heard a car approaching and turned my head. Sighing with relief, I saw the familiar white car and blue lights of one of the city’s “finest”.. but my relief was short lived. The blue lights cut on and the car pulled over. I felt the blood leave my face and my heart start to pound. What had I done?
Each door opened and out hopped two of the hottest dyke cops I had ever seen. Lean, fit, uniforms cut perfectly. I would have been delighted if that both hadn’t worn such serious expressions.
“What do we have here?” asked one, as she circled around in front of me. I only caught a glimpse of chiseled cheek bones and her short buzzed hair before one of her strong hands whipped out a maglight and nearly blinded me with the beam.
“Looks like we got a late night worker, don’t we, Stuart?” the other cop replied, circling behind me. I shielded my eyes with my hand, not daring to turn away from the cop with the light... Officer Stuart apparently.
“No.. I.. I’m just on my way home.” I said, my voice quavering slightly. Officer Stuart kept her light in my face. “I was at a party….”
“A party,” Stuart snickered. “Yeah I bet it was a party. You getting this, Edmonds?” The cop behind me chuckled.
“Yeah I hear it.” Officer Edmunds was approaching me slowly from behind, her boots making heavy thuds on the pavement. I could feel her hot breath on my neck.
“No really,” I started, my heart pounding so fiercely it could’ve been heard. “It was a…a costume party at my friend’s house. I swear. I’m just going home. It’s just another few blocks…”
My words caught in my throat as Officer Edmunds’ hand had found its way to my hair, jerking my head back. I gasped.
“Shut up, you little slut. We don’t need to hear your lies.” All traces of humor were gone from her deep voice. I trembled slightly, but her hold did not loosen on my hair.
“Bring her over to the car,” Officer Stuart said, her light still trained on my face. Officer Edmunds’ released my hair, only to roughly grab my arms, forcing them behind my back. I blinked in to the light and whimpered, as I was forced to walk over to their car. Edmunds bent my body over the back of the car and I felt the cold steel of handcuffs on my wrist.
“What do you think, Stuart?” Edmunds asked from behind me. Tears had welled up in my eyes as my cheek pressed against the cool metal of the trunk.
“Search her then we’ll…” she laughed. “Well, we can’t just let her get away with it can we?” They both laughed.
“A lesson I’d be happy to teach,” said Edmunds. I squirmed slightly and whimpered.
“Please don’t…” I started to say, when Edmunds grabbed my hair so my scalp screamed and forced my head a little harder in to the car.
“Shut up!” Edmunds said. “I don’t fucking care what you have to say.” I heard Stuart chuckle.
“Come on, Edmunds, quit stalling and let’s get going with this.”
With her hand still in my hair, the pain in my head causing me to sweat a little, Officer Edmunds began to run her free hand over my back. I then felt her hand reach around the front of me, fingers playing over the tops of my breasts that peeked over the top of my zippered dress. I gasped as she suddenly shoved her hand under the fabric to cup my breast, fingers pinching my nipple harshly.
“She’s got some nice tits, Stuart.” I cried out a little as Edmunds fingers continued to pinch at my nipple, which had grown instantly hard in her grasp. She pulled and twisted it and I felt my hips move involuntarily as heat suddenly went to my cunt.
“And eager to serve, I see,” Stuart replied. Edmunds hand let go of my nipple and I felt her unzip the top of my dress. My breasts were now exposed to the warm night air, zipper now down to my navel. I flushed in embarrassment, which went seemingly unnoticed by the officer who had me in her grasp. Edmunds hand had found my other nipple and began its slow thorough torture. She twisted and tugged, then grabbed my whole breast and squeezed it roughly. She bounced my tit in her hand a little, then moved to twist and tug at the other nipple again. It was then I noticed that she had pushed her hips in to the back of me… and I could only hope it was her nightstick that was rock hard against me.
“Let’s see the rest of the goods, Edmunds,” demanded Stuart, who had moved around to shine her light on me, a spotlight on her own private show. Edmunds grabbed the bottom of my dress and hiked it up around my waist. Color flooded my cheeks as I felt my ass, covered in a thong and fishnets, get exposed to the night.
“Nice,” said Edmunds, grabbing my ass. I whimpered a little. “Look at this ass!”
“Uh huh,” agreed Stuart, “but why don’t we get rid of this thong and these fucking fishnets.” Edmunds removed her hand. I heard Stuart move over to me, setting the light on the trunk next to my head. I felt her hands on me and the cold metal of a knife near my skin. I trembled slightly, wondering if she’d cut me, but no. It only took Stuart a few seconds and expert cut to reduce my fishnets to thigh highs, which fell down towards the top of my boots. Another feel of the knife near my skin, and I felt my thong fall off. My lower half was completely naked. I was now red hot with shame. Edmunds stepping back slightly almost growled at the sight of me.
“Oh man I’m gonna enjoy this,” Edmunds said. She smacked my ass, and I cried out as my skin stung under her bare hand.
“Let me too, man,” said Stuart. I felt another smack to my ass and cried out again, the sounds going in to the trunk of the car. The two laughed.
“Aw what’s wrong,” Edmunds said, jerking my head a little, “Too much of a little pussy to take it?” I whined, then felt another smack to my ass. Stuart laughed.
“Well she’d better suck it up.” Stuart said, her hand hitting my ass a few more times. The skin ached and stung. “Cause I’m not even close to done.”
Edmunds shoved me farther over the car, so that I was now lying, breasts pressed on the trunk. Wack! I felt her hand, then wack! Stuart’s. They took turns spanking my ass. I cried out, but my cries seemed to only encourage them. One after the other, they traded blows, first to one cheek then the other, till my skin felt almost raw with pain. Tears fell down my face. Still… I could feel the wetness begin to drip from my cunt. I begged the night that they wouldn’t notice that their spanking was actually turning me on… but just as I thought it…
“Edmunds! Look at this!” I felt Stuarts fingers as they wiped my dripping sex from my thigh. “The little whore is liking it.” I sobbed.
“No!” I cried. “no…” but it was too late. I felt Edmunds force my legs farther apart. My sex was running like a small river down the inside of my thighs.
“Hell yeah!” Edmunds said, then without warning, she shoved two fingers in to my wet pussy. I cried out as I tightened around her hand. She wiggled her fingers in my tight cunt, and my hips bucked in response. I felt a blow to my ass. Stuart laughed.
“You fuck that shit, man,” Stuart said, and began spanking my ass harder than ever. Edmunds shoved another finger inside me and began to fuck me deeply and slowly. My hips bucked and I cried out as her hand thrust deep in to me. Stuart continued to paddle my ass and I felt my knees start to buckle. Edmunds hand shoved deep in to my cunt before she grabbed my hips with her other hand, and using her hip, shoved me up on to the car so I didn’t need to stand. I thought she did it to help, but then I felt her hand start fucking me harder… deeper, faster. I was layed out over the back of the car getting fucked harder than I ever had before.
Stuart stopped spanking my ass and stood back to watch, occasionally making comments about how that “little whore was getting it,” and “fuck that dirty little cunt..” My hips were bucking so wildly that Edmunds pressed my back in to the car so her continued thrusts with her hand wouldn’t be interrupted. Over and over she rammed her hand in to me, then without warning, jerked her hand from me and stopped. My cunt tightened where her hand had once filled me.
“Let’s get her in the back seat,” Edmunds said. I was being picked up and next thing I knew, I was face up across the backseat of the cruiser, my hands being cuffed down so I couldn’t get up. Stuart was at my head holding down the top of me, and Edmunds held my legs down. I tried to struggle but Edmunds just laughed and smacked me across my face.
“Oh you’re gonna get it now, bitch,” she said, and suddenly pulled out her nightstick. I almost screamed.
“No! Please! No!” I tried to move my hips away, anticipating what was next, but it wasn’t enough. Edmunds shoved her nightstick in to my cunt.
Cops and Robbed?
My white, knee-high boots made a “clip clop” sound as I made my way down the sidewalk to my house. The street was deserted, not surprisingly so as it was probably 3:30 in the morning. I ran a hand through my loose hair and smiled, my head buzzing slightly from the drinks in me. It had been a terrific fetish party. I smirked. My outfit certainly had been a hit. Pink and white pleather dress, with a zipper that ran the length of the front, white pleather gloves, white fish nets, and white boots…Hot indeed. I couldn’t wait to finish my few block walk and get to my bed.
I heard a car approaching and turned my head. Sighing with relief, I saw the familiar white car and blue lights of one of the city’s “finest”.. but my relief was short lived. The blue lights cut on and the car pulled over. I felt the blood leave my face and my heart start to pound. What had I done?
Each door opened and out hopped two of the hottest dyke cops I had ever seen. Lean, fit, uniforms cut perfectly. I would have been delighted if that both hadn’t worn such serious expressions.
“What do we have here?” asked one, as she circled around in front of me. I only caught a glimpse of chiseled cheek bones and her short buzzed hair before one of her strong hands whipped out a maglight and nearly blinded me with the beam.
“Looks like we got a late night worker, don’t we, Stuart?” the other cop replied, circling behind me. I shielded my eyes with my hand, not daring to turn away from the cop with the light... Officer Stuart apparently.
“No.. I.. I’m just on my way home.” I said, my voice quavering slightly. Officer Stuart kept her light in my face. “I was at a party….”
“A party,” Stuart snickered. “Yeah I bet it was a party. You getting this, Edmonds?” The cop behind me chuckled.
“Yeah I hear it.” Officer Edmunds was approaching me slowly from behind, her boots making heavy thuds on the pavement. I could feel her hot breath on my neck.
“No really,” I started, my heart pounding so fiercely it could’ve been heard. “It was a…a costume party at my friend’s house. I swear. I’m just going home. It’s just another few blocks…”
My words caught in my throat as Officer Edmunds’ hand had found its way to my hair, jerking my head back. I gasped.
“Shut up, you little slut. We don’t need to hear your lies.” All traces of humor were gone from her deep voice. I trembled slightly, but her hold did not loosen on my hair.
“Bring her over to the car,” Officer Stuart said, her light still trained on my face. Officer Edmunds’ released my hair, only to roughly grab my arms, forcing them behind my back. I blinked in to the light and whimpered, as I was forced to walk over to their car. Edmunds bent my body over the back of the car and I felt the cold steel of handcuffs on my wrist.
“What do you think, Stuart?” Edmunds asked from behind me. Tears had welled up in my eyes as my cheek pressed against the cool metal of the trunk.
“Search her then we’ll…” she laughed. “Well, we can’t just let her get away with it can we?” They both laughed.
“A lesson I’d be happy to teach,” said Edmunds. I squirmed slightly and whimpered.
“Please don’t…” I started to say, when Edmunds grabbed my hair so my scalp screamed and forced my head a little harder in to the car.
“Shut up!” Edmunds said. “I don’t fucking care what you have to say.” I heard Stuart chuckle.
“Come on, Edmunds, quit stalling and let’s get going with this.”
With her hand still in my hair, the pain in my head causing me to sweat a little, Officer Edmunds began to run her free hand over my back. I then felt her hand reach around the front of me, fingers playing over the tops of my breasts that peeked over the top of my zippered dress. I gasped as she suddenly shoved her hand under the fabric to cup my breast, fingers pinching my nipple harshly.
“She’s got some nice tits, Stuart.” I cried out a little as Edmunds fingers continued to pinch at my nipple, which had grown instantly hard in her grasp. She pulled and twisted it and I felt my hips move involuntarily as heat suddenly went to my cunt.
“And eager to serve, I see,” Stuart replied. Edmunds hand let go of my nipple and I felt her unzip the top of my dress. My breasts were now exposed to the warm night air, zipper now down to my navel. I flushed in embarrassment, which went seemingly unnoticed by the officer who had me in her grasp. Edmunds hand had found my other nipple and began its slow thorough torture. She twisted and tugged, then grabbed my whole breast and squeezed it roughly. She bounced my tit in her hand a little, then moved to twist and tug at the other nipple again. It was then I noticed that she had pushed her hips in to the back of me… and I could only hope it was her nightstick that was rock hard against me.
“Let’s see the rest of the goods, Edmunds,” demanded Stuart, who had moved around to shine her light on me, a spotlight on her own private show. Edmunds grabbed the bottom of my dress and hiked it up around my waist. Color flooded my cheeks as I felt my ass, covered in a thong and fishnets, get exposed to the night.
“Nice,” said Edmunds, grabbing my ass. I whimpered a little. “Look at this ass!”
“Uh huh,” agreed Stuart, “but why don’t we get rid of this thong and these fucking fishnets.” Edmunds removed her hand. I heard Stuart move over to me, setting the light on the trunk next to my head. I felt her hands on me and the cold metal of a knife near my skin. I trembled slightly, wondering if she’d cut me, but no. It only took Stuart a few seconds and expert cut to reduce my fishnets to thigh highs, which fell down towards the top of my boots. Another feel of the knife near my skin, and I felt my thong fall off. My lower half was completely naked. I was now red hot with shame. Edmunds stepping back slightly almost growled at the sight of me.
“Oh man I’m gonna enjoy this,” Edmunds said. She smacked my ass, and I cried out as my skin stung under her bare hand.
“Let me too, man,” said Stuart. I felt another smack to my ass and cried out again, the sounds going in to the trunk of the car. The two laughed.
“Aw what’s wrong,” Edmunds said, jerking my head a little, “Too much of a little pussy to take it?” I whined, then felt another smack to my ass. Stuart laughed.
“Well she’d better suck it up.” Stuart said, her hand hitting my ass a few more times. The skin ached and stung. “Cause I’m not even close to done.”
Edmunds shoved me farther over the car, so that I was now lying, breasts pressed on the trunk. Wack! I felt her hand, then wack! Stuart’s. They took turns spanking my ass. I cried out, but my cries seemed to only encourage them. One after the other, they traded blows, first to one cheek then the other, till my skin felt almost raw with pain. Tears fell down my face. Still… I could feel the wetness begin to drip from my cunt. I begged the night that they wouldn’t notice that their spanking was actually turning me on… but just as I thought it…
“Edmunds! Look at this!” I felt Stuarts fingers as they wiped my dripping sex from my thigh. “The little whore is liking it.” I sobbed.
“No!” I cried. “no…” but it was too late. I felt Edmunds force my legs farther apart. My sex was running like a small river down the inside of my thighs.
“Hell yeah!” Edmunds said, then without warning, she shoved two fingers in to my wet pussy. I cried out as I tightened around her hand. She wiggled her fingers in my tight cunt, and my hips bucked in response. I felt a blow to my ass. Stuart laughed.
“You fuck that shit, man,” Stuart said, and began spanking my ass harder than ever. Edmunds shoved another finger inside me and began to fuck me deeply and slowly. My hips bucked and I cried out as her hand thrust deep in to me. Stuart continued to paddle my ass and I felt my knees start to buckle. Edmunds hand shoved deep in to my cunt before she grabbed my hips with her other hand, and using her hip, shoved me up on to the car so I didn’t need to stand. I thought she did it to help, but then I felt her hand start fucking me harder… deeper, faster. I was layed out over the back of the car getting fucked harder than I ever had before.
Stuart stopped spanking my ass and stood back to watch, occasionally making comments about how that “little whore was getting it,” and “fuck that dirty little cunt..” My hips were bucking so wildly that Edmunds pressed my back in to the car so her continued thrusts with her hand wouldn’t be interrupted. Over and over she rammed her hand in to me, then without warning, jerked her hand from me and stopped. My cunt tightened where her hand had once filled me.
“Let’s get her in the back seat,” Edmunds said. I was being picked up and next thing I knew, I was face up across the backseat of the cruiser, my hands being cuffed down so I couldn’t get up. Stuart was at my head holding down the top of me, and Edmunds held my legs down. I tried to struggle but Edmunds just laughed and smacked me across my face.
“Oh you’re gonna get it now, bitch,” she said, and suddenly pulled out her nightstick. I almost screamed.
“No! Please! No!” I tried to move my hips away, anticipating what was next, but it wasn’t enough. Edmunds shoved her nightstick in to my cunt.
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