He's got me sitting across his face as I'm sucking his cock. He's slobbering all over me and I'm gushing into his mouth as I gag on his flesh. I can hear him purring underneath me. This goes on until I big him to fuck me. Our genitals are sopping with effluence.
Im on my knees as he begins to move. He says to me "You'd love to see this...your come and my spit are making strings of white, from your thighs to my groin". He's right. I would have loved to have seen it.
Monday, 20 February 2012
Princess
There is this little princess who is besotted with me. He likes to dress up in pretty underwear. He likes to feel feminine. He smells like a boy and tastes like a boy, but he carries himself like a lady.
He is such a little slut. He cannot get enough of my attentions. He kneels at my feet, buys my cigarettes, and feels achingly hard under the touch of my hand.
I deny him orgasms. I berate him. I spit in his face and I bite him. I made him touch himself in public, in front of my Sir and my girl. The smirk on my lips burnt right to the back of my drunk skull, because he needed it so much.
There is a little princess, who wants to be everything to me, but he will never be anything other than a silly little girl.
He is such a little slut. He cannot get enough of my attentions. He kneels at my feet, buys my cigarettes, and feels achingly hard under the touch of my hand.
I deny him orgasms. I berate him. I spit in his face and I bite him. I made him touch himself in public, in front of my Sir and my girl. The smirk on my lips burnt right to the back of my drunk skull, because he needed it so much.
There is a little princess, who wants to be everything to me, but he will never be anything other than a silly little girl.
Tuesday, 14 February 2012
The rocker
Im sitting between your legs sliding your hard smooth cock up and down my throat. You ask if you can piss in my mouth and I tell you that you can. The small sweet trickle begins to come into my hole and I swallow happily. I watch your face and you look a little overwhelmed. I carry on sucking and ask you what you want me to do. You tell me to get on the bed. You lick me and finger me and I beg you to fuck me. I ask can I get on my knees and you say of course. You seem to like to oblige and please, which is so pleasant and a nice change (lets be honest). You rubber up and your thick flesh pushes inside me. Its very satisfying. I begin to buck and rub and I ask you if I can climax. You let me. The second time I ask you you make me wait a while before I get what I want. Its delicious. I go back to sucking you and you ask me to bite you so I drag my teeth up and down the shaft of your flesh and I listen to you murmur. We finish with me on my back, you kneeling above me, coating my face and hair in your cum.
Please, more, again, again?
Please, more, again, again?
Sunday, 12 February 2012
Stretching
"Pull up your dress and get on your knees".
He starts to probe his fingers around my slit and rear. He stretches me out a little with his hands and murmurs in satisfaction about the ease with which I open up to him.
He has groomed and trained me so well. I am so pleased with that fact.
He gets up and fetches the bulbous glass plug and starts to insert it into my bottom. He takes great delight in it sliding into the hole and even more in pulling it back out and watching the pink pretty skin give and give. He puts his fingers into my cunt and feels around the smooth glass, separated by some thin rubbery flesh of mine. He forces fingers and fists inside me. Tweaking all my muscles and nerves. I buck and move against him.
He says "Come on. Fuck Daddy's hand like a good little slut". I can feel him smirking over the contractions these words cause.
When I finally climax it is sickening agony. It feels like being punched. I am so stretched I barely know the pleasure. It feels like I need to vomit. I am so happy.
He starts to probe his fingers around my slit and rear. He stretches me out a little with his hands and murmurs in satisfaction about the ease with which I open up to him.
He has groomed and trained me so well. I am so pleased with that fact.
He gets up and fetches the bulbous glass plug and starts to insert it into my bottom. He takes great delight in it sliding into the hole and even more in pulling it back out and watching the pink pretty skin give and give. He puts his fingers into my cunt and feels around the smooth glass, separated by some thin rubbery flesh of mine. He forces fingers and fists inside me. Tweaking all my muscles and nerves. I buck and move against him.
He says "Come on. Fuck Daddy's hand like a good little slut". I can feel him smirking over the contractions these words cause.
When I finally climax it is sickening agony. It feels like being punched. I am so stretched I barely know the pleasure. It feels like I need to vomit. I am so happy.
Friday, 10 February 2012
Body
I'm sitting here dripping. There's wetness between my legs and my lips are rubbing together in the hot excited slime. I have cuts inside my mouth where he dug his nails into my gums. I keep rubbing my tounge along their sharpness. My neck aches and there's a mild red mark on my pale skill from where he throttled me. Finger tipped shaped slivers of bruise. I keep running my thumb against my left breast. Still yellow and purple from their caning and his feral groping.
I feel like this body is starting to become beautiful. A technicolour pleasure of submission and subversion. Used and taken from. Hurt and marked. This body doesn't belong to me. The bones are trying, the skin is supple. I want to take more and be more and so become less in doing so. I wish my climaxes were completely dependent. I wish I could float all the time and cry and bleed. I want to be physical and useful and give pleasure and be a good girl.
I feel like this body is starting to become beautiful. A technicolour pleasure of submission and subversion. Used and taken from. Hurt and marked. This body doesn't belong to me. The bones are trying, the skin is supple. I want to take more and be more and so become less in doing so. I wish my climaxes were completely dependent. I wish I could float all the time and cry and bleed. I want to be physical and useful and give pleasure and be a good girl.
Two
I am serving them both this evening. My sir and my girl. She has some power in our exchange for once.
I have cooked them dinner and I am kneeling between them. She lifts up her skirt and makes me lick her cunt. I light their cigarettes and fetch them anything they want.
When we go upstairs he pulls me on to his lap and pushes his hot flesh inside me. I am so happy and lost. He tells her to select something to hurt me with from the toy box. I get hit repeatedly on my breasts and buttocks with the nasty sharp whip of a fibre glass cane. I can feel the bruises and lines erupt with each hit and in whimpering and begging and trying to fuck him as he's demanding me to do. I can feel him twitching inside my cunt and I know he's enjoying this.
He lifts me off him and pushes me onto my knees. He fetches the tawse and my begging becomes eratic and feverish. "Please sir, please don't, please" he hits across my already sore skin and I'm crying and drooling into her cunt which is under my face and looking at her and trying to beg with my expression for her to stop it all.
She looks at me and smiles lazily. He tells me to touch myself and I come against him.
I have cooked them dinner and I am kneeling between them. She lifts up her skirt and makes me lick her cunt. I light their cigarettes and fetch them anything they want.
When we go upstairs he pulls me on to his lap and pushes his hot flesh inside me. I am so happy and lost. He tells her to select something to hurt me with from the toy box. I get hit repeatedly on my breasts and buttocks with the nasty sharp whip of a fibre glass cane. I can feel the bruises and lines erupt with each hit and in whimpering and begging and trying to fuck him as he's demanding me to do. I can feel him twitching inside my cunt and I know he's enjoying this.
He lifts me off him and pushes me onto my knees. He fetches the tawse and my begging becomes eratic and feverish. "Please sir, please don't, please" he hits across my already sore skin and I'm crying and drooling into her cunt which is under my face and looking at her and trying to beg with my expression for her to stop it all.
She looks at me and smiles lazily. He tells me to touch myself and I come against him.
All treatment must be made by appointment.
I'm standing at the bar ordering a drink when you stroll up, you are as handsome as I remember you being. Dark scruffy hair, a full face of stubble and deep brooding eyes.
We hop around a few bars and it doesn't take long before you're kissing me in public. Gnashing your mouth into my mouth, chewing up my lips like cud, my poor little mouth. My face is reddening as your stubble rashes my cheek. You're running your hands across my face and my neck and you keep looking at me all the time. Just watching my expressions change. You take my photo a few times. It's uncomfortable. You keep telling me I'm beautiful.
You kiss me lots. You have your finger tips touching our mouths. I suck and lick on your fingers placcidly and you take delight in sliding then in and out of my wet mouth and using then to spread my mouth open wide until my jaw clacks and hurts.
A few hours of these intermittent outbursts have me soaking through my jeans. You spread my legs to kneel between them while we smoke a cigarette in the pub garden. The smell of my arousal is evident and it embarrasses me, like when a dog pisses in the house. You rap your hand around my throat and get a thrill from hearing my breath shorten as you start to choke me. Were still out and I've got you spitting in my face and as hard as anything behind your slacks. It's toxic.
We get home to this weird sprawling mechanical space that you have a room of. Said room is full of drift wood. I undress so do you. I slide you into my mouth and suck. You expel briney wet pre cum down my throat. I fuck you sitting on your rubber lap, then you to me on my back. We fuck 'till we get bored of it. You're tired and you go to sleep. I am unpleasured, soaked and pulsing.
You wake me up from my sleep in the night. Gripping and groping my cunt, still wet from earlier. I make you dress up and you slide between my legs and start to push. I let you and roll onto my belly and start to touch. You fuck away. As soon as it starts to feel good you come. I feel used and alien.
I curl back up and close my eyes. You spend the night turning in your sleep. Half embracing me and half curled away. It's ice cold in the morning when I'm dressing. My neck hurts my mouth hurts. The rain outside burns my cheek.
We hop around a few bars and it doesn't take long before you're kissing me in public. Gnashing your mouth into my mouth, chewing up my lips like cud, my poor little mouth. My face is reddening as your stubble rashes my cheek. You're running your hands across my face and my neck and you keep looking at me all the time. Just watching my expressions change. You take my photo a few times. It's uncomfortable. You keep telling me I'm beautiful.
You kiss me lots. You have your finger tips touching our mouths. I suck and lick on your fingers placcidly and you take delight in sliding then in and out of my wet mouth and using then to spread my mouth open wide until my jaw clacks and hurts.
A few hours of these intermittent outbursts have me soaking through my jeans. You spread my legs to kneel between them while we smoke a cigarette in the pub garden. The smell of my arousal is evident and it embarrasses me, like when a dog pisses in the house. You rap your hand around my throat and get a thrill from hearing my breath shorten as you start to choke me. Were still out and I've got you spitting in my face and as hard as anything behind your slacks. It's toxic.
We get home to this weird sprawling mechanical space that you have a room of. Said room is full of drift wood. I undress so do you. I slide you into my mouth and suck. You expel briney wet pre cum down my throat. I fuck you sitting on your rubber lap, then you to me on my back. We fuck 'till we get bored of it. You're tired and you go to sleep. I am unpleasured, soaked and pulsing.
You wake me up from my sleep in the night. Gripping and groping my cunt, still wet from earlier. I make you dress up and you slide between my legs and start to push. I let you and roll onto my belly and start to touch. You fuck away. As soon as it starts to feel good you come. I feel used and alien.
I curl back up and close my eyes. You spend the night turning in your sleep. Half embracing me and half curled away. It's ice cold in the morning when I'm dressing. My neck hurts my mouth hurts. The rain outside burns my cheek.
Wednesday, 1 February 2012
Stranger things have happened
I'm on my back with my little sated Liz lying next to me. My sir has his hand wrapped around my throat and he's choking me. A stranger is between my legs, punching his fingers vigorously in and out of my oozing slit.
My sir took great delight later in telling me how I spattered us all with my gushed out fluids. I took pleasure in the pain of my bartered groin when he fucked me the next day. While I had my head between Liz's legs, licking haphazardly as I came.
My sir took great delight later in telling me how I spattered us all with my gushed out fluids. I took pleasure in the pain of my bartered groin when he fucked me the next day. While I had my head between Liz's legs, licking haphazardly as I came.
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