15 small words - Naturally irresistible

We met and fucked again today. Sore and already sated, but it's hard to resist.

The natural world

I have got out some toys so he can see how I play. I have attached wrist and ankle cuffs to the bed, with rope. He seems somewhere between excited and undecided. 

We lay on the sofa together kissing and sharing a smoke. I have dressed up for him, black underwear, a garter belt and stockings. Clean dark hair and blood red lips. I feel good. His jaw drops when he walks through the door. He tells me that no one has ever dressed up for him before. I smile. So we're there smoking, he can't stop touching me, or he won't. 

We decide to go upstairs. He lays me down on the bed and cuffs my ankles and wrists. He takes off his clothes and I look at his body and his cock which is hard and visibly twitching. He strokes me and kisses me, plays with my nipples and rubs the slinky material of my knickers into my seeping cunt. I am soaking. He tells me that he's going to make my knickers filthy and come laden.

I am squirming, his head is between my legs, licking around me, nibbling and stroking. I would give anything to take some clothes off. I beg and beg. He finally uncuffs a wrist and an ankle, pulls down my pants and unhooks my bra. Relief and then recuffed. He sucks and pulls my nipples with his lips. He begins to dip his fingers into me I am squirming and squeaking and begging. He starts to brush his cock against me. He starts to fuck me. I beg relentlessly to be released. 

"PLease, please. I need to wrap my legs around you". 

He finally let's me go and I pull him into me deeply and groan. I show him how to clamp my nipples, sore metal teeth, with a chain to pull on. I stroke myself and he fucks me and pulls on the chain and I come and it's such a relief and exquisite and good. I pull him in and we kiss. 

He turns me onto my stomach, knees up and slides back in. It's perfect. He starts to stroke and finger my bottom. Stretching me gently it's new for him and me. I'm quiet. I'm enjoying making him want more, explore taboos and love them. 

I whisper. I ask if he's going to fuck my arse, as I come again against his thick, throbbing cock. 

I'm covered in lube, sticky and wet and well fucked. When he starts to play with my bottom again the anticipation is thick and exciting. I'm eager and willing and wanting. He starts to push down and nudge harder. I catch a short breath as he slides in. He asks if Im ok, that's new,    human, a little strange. I say "yes" and push back further. 

He fucks me slowly, then quickly, force and strength builds in each thrust and I'm soaking and ready to come again. I tell him I'm going to come with him fucking my arse and he groans and thrusts harder. My orgasm is deep, shattering and exhausting, my body feels silken and jelly like and spent. He leans into me and I hold him close and we spoon up into a curve with his arm around my chest. 

I drift off to sleep. Calm and quiet sleep with no noise. Perfect. I drift and dream and feel the warmth of his against me. He wakes me later with a violent shake, opens my mouth and comes unceremoniously down my throat. I gag and splutter in shock. I cough his fluid down my chin and later into the sink. 

He kisses my forehead and sends me back to sleep. I hear the distant clink of him locking the door. I sleep deeply and dream of nothing. 

Everything I want to be

Both of my holes and sore and stretched. I feel bruised on the inside. My clit is distended and swollen from excessive friction, stimulation and attentions from the cupping kit. I have been fucked, pleasured and given pleasure for the last 36 hours. 

I have been taken on my knees. I have been probed. I have been licked and it was beautiful. I have sucked, swallowed and enjoyed him and her and myself. I am sore and aching and pulsing and highly aware of my groin. This is the way I always want to feel. It is arousing to be so aroused and so used. It is flattering to be taken so indulgently. It is a pleasure to serve his needs and a treat to cater to hers. It is my occupation and my identity. It is everything I want to be. 

15 small words - the cupping kit

Applied suction on sensitive parts makes flesh stretch and blood engorge. It feels exquisitely painful.

The girl's birthday dinner

I'm lying on the ice cold kitchen tiles with a funnel in my mouth. I'm naked bar my knickers and she's taken off her clothes from the waist down

She is squatting over me. She begins to urinate. Down the funnel, all over my face and into my hair. I'm choking and I can barely breath. I feel terrified and cold. She makes me lie there until she has completely released. I choke and splutter and hyperventilate. I look at him and ask if I can clean up. He says I can and I mop up the remaining urine from the floor. With a cloth, on my hands and knees. 

They go back to sipping their drinks as if nothing has happened. I'm cold and itchy but saying very little. I kneel by his feet. She comes behind me and pulls back my head. She tells me I'm going to suck him until I vomit. She repeatedly pushes my head down onto his cock. The hardness chokes me but I try to stop myself from being sick. She lets me breath but she is insistent. She pushes me down again and again until I vomit. It covers my chin and my naked breasts, drips onto my stomach and the waistband of my knickers. I start to snivel. I crawl to the corner, under the stairs and I cry there and I feel safe and perfect. 

I can hear her talking to him and he tells her I'm fine and leans his head under the stairs. He puts a cigarette in my mouth and lights it for me, Ash flutters loosely on to my sick covered thighs. I ask if I can wipe up. She pours them more wine and asks if I have a glass, he tells her that I don't need one. He pulls me to standing by my arm and tells me to open my mouth. 

He pushes the sweet, dry, red liquid between my lips and closes it with a kiss, as I swallow deeply. 

He tells me to go wipe myself down. I clean away the vomit. He leaves the room. She calls me to her and starts to lick and suck my breasts. They must still taste like bile. She tells me she's doing what she wants. We kiss and I lean her back onto the table. I finger and fist her and make her gush fluid. He plays with her breasts as she's asked quite politely. I'm not really here. I'm in my own world of emotional subterranea, deep down in the dark degraded hole. My hair is damp and streaked with piss, I'm wrist deep in flesh and the cigarette in my hand tastes good and hot. She's spurting fluids and moaning and I'm happy and in a good place and I think to myself we probably shouldn't have spent so long enjoying dinner.

Alone again... naturally

A whole long evening together. It's a rare and unnatural thing. We chat and giggle and listen to old music we both like and we fuck in effortless rhythm. You have made me climax countless times, in several rooms and splatter fluid on the furniture. 

You lick me and spit in my face and your perfect cock twitches and fills me and brings me delicious pleasure. 

I am fond of you, you know. I think you are of me too. We lay in bed together and it felt convenient and wholesome, we spooned up and you kissed my neck. You pushed your body into me and I held your hand and I liked your presence and your company and the fact that this always leads to more sex.

The teacher

You are new and fresh. You take off you top and you wear a tattoo and it says,

 "Please forgive me for what I want"

I am in your house and it's strange and it's far away from anywhere I know and where could I go even if I could go. Why would I go anywhere when it's wet and frightening here. 

You pissed in a glass and made me drink it, you couldn't piss in my mouth because it made you too aroused to be between my lips. My heart sank a little when that happened. It mean't I had control. 

You tell me you're going to flog me and you do. Repeated snaps against my buttocks and breasts. I loose position when the hits get hard but I keep going back for more. My chest and bottom and flecked with blood spots now, the feel tender against the constraints of my clothes. They don't always feel enough though, when I don't get to cry. 

You made me kneel in front of you, you made me take you in my mouth then you ejaculated on my face and smeared your come and sweat into my eyes. You called me terrible things and made me repeat them back to you in my best voice. I don't mind saying lines but I'd prefer to ad lib.

You insisted that we go to bed, you made me climax by stretching both my openings with your thick fingers and ragged nails. The nails I could live without and you I'm not convinced on.

Saturday morning

I am sound asleep, I start to wake uncomfortably, there's a hand between my legs and a shadow leaning over me. He tells me to get on my knees. I mumble in my sleep and try to curl back up. He repeats the command at short intervals, grips my hips and turns me swiftly onto my stomach, he nudges my groin with his knee until it starts to hurt and I kneel up. He sighs gently, 

 "There we go"

He pushes inside me. Tight, damp and unaroused. It hurts. I breath deeply into the pillow beneath my face. He fucks me hard, readily, holding me still. I do not move. I do not make a sound. It goes on and on.

He spits onto my bottom and slicks the hole, his fingers push in and spread me out. He tells me what he's going to do. I already know. He slides into my  arse. I moan despite myself. I ask if I can touch myself now. He says I can. His forceful thrusts ache and become a monotonous blend of discomfort and arousal. 

I am close to climax, willing him silently to fill me with pure white ghosts. He takes a sharp breath and moans and I push back against him and come and the moment swirls with us together. I curl up into a small ball and think about what I am, he runs his damp palm down my back and murmurs "good girl".