Bianca sat on the floor with her legs crossed, smirking indignantly. She had caused her master trouble at least five times today. Each time she caused him angst, he removed an article of her clothing. She was down to her baby blue lace bra and panties.

Her final violation was when she snatched at his belt and pulled his soft cock from his pants while he attempted to lead a conference call. His large hand gripped her arm to pull her off of him before he turned his back to her and adjusted his clothes. He held the phone between his ear and shoulder as he frantically fixed his belt but Bianca was feeling insatiable. She quickly attached herself to his back, reaching around his waist to unbuckle his belt once more.

This time she giggled loudly and said, “I need your cock!” It was loud enough for the other conference call participants to hear.

He grit his teeth and turned to face her, dropping his phone on the marble counter. His irritation aroused Bianca more than any of their other interactions. Still glaring at his slave, he picked his phone off the counter and continued his call. Bianca stood back from him with her hands behind her back, biting her bottom lip.

His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed a split second before he reached for the collar of her t-shirt and stretched it before it tore. Then he pointed to the corner of the kitchen and mouthed “Sit the fuck down.”

Bianca rolled her eyes and reached for his belt again in protest. He grabbed her wrist firmly and walked her to the corner, never missing a beat on his conference call, then shoved her to the ground. Before he walked away, he grabbed her collar again, twisting it until it tore then ripping the tattered shirt down the middle.

“Take it off,” he mouthed before turning his back on her.

Bianca poked her tongue out in protest but removed the tattered shirt anyway. She waited in the corner with a pout fixed on her face. After what Bianca felt was an eternity, Master returned with her restraints and a remote controlled vibrator.

He leaned forward and grabbed her wrist to yank her from her seat on the floor then whispered in her ear, “You’re a dirty bitch, aren’t you?”

“No,” she whimpered.

“You wanted my undivided attention and now you have it,” he told her as he twisted her arms behind her back to cuff her wrists.

He shoved her back into the corner causing her to lose her balance and fall to the floor. Master waited for her to adjust herself in the corner before he lowered himself into a squatting position and attached her ankles to the spreader bar.

He slid her panties to the side to reveal a clear liquid dripping from her pussy.

“Look at your cunt, begging to be touched,” he mused.

Master then used his middle finger to dip in and out of her contracting walls. When he removed his finger, her pussy juice strung along with it. Bianca moaned, eager for what he might do next. He slipped his finger in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it.

He pulled his finger out then squeezed her jaws, “You want Master’s cock in your mouth, don’t you.”

She diverted her eyes from his but didn’t reply.

“Okay.”

Master stood up to retrieve the remote controlled vibrator. He slowly twisted it into her aching vagina until eight inches of it were no longer visible. Her moan was for both pleasure and relief. His final touch was putting a red ball gag into her mouth.

“Remember the rules. You can’t climax without permission.”

He pulled up a chair then turned on the vibrator. Bianca’s muffled moans filled the kitchen. Her eyes begged him for permission but he just sat and watched. Her thighs twitched uncontrollably. Her moan was throaty and guttural from her trying to contain herself. Right before she let herself go and climaxed on the thick long vibrator, Master turned it off.

He shook his head no. Tears streamed steadily from Bianca’s eyes. She almost began to sob but Master never moved from his seat. He kept her at the cusp of satisfaction.

X Marks the Spot

He watches her methodically undress in the dimly lit hotel room while he stands at the head of the bed. His shoulders are rigid and his back is erect. His rangy limbs are squarely planted on ten and two of his body.

She reaches behind her own back and unzips her long floral dress. The dress slips from her shoulders and allows it to glide to the floor. The silk pools around her feet before she sneaks a glance over her shoulder to see if his attention has been obtained. His eyes are fixed in her direction but his face is unmoved.

She returns to undressing by side-stepping from the middle of the floral fabric around her ankles, her stiletto heel briefly getting snagged in the mess. Her full, natural breasts hang like pumelos on her chest.

When she turns to look at her prospective lover again, his back has relaxed and his nimble fingers have gone to work on unzipping his pants and unbuttoning his shirt.

She turns away again to smile before sensually bending over to collect her dress from the floor. Her round behind separates ever so slightly, allowing him to see a flirtatious wink from her inner thighs.

Her heels subtly click across the floor adding to the soundtrack of scarce traffic flashing past their hotel window. A train horn sounds off in the distance. With her dress now neatly draped across the back of the rickety office chair, she’s ready to follow his remaining instructions.

Her heels click-clack to the hotel dormitory’s entrance. She uses the extra locks to secure the doorway. She looks over to him again. His button-down shirt and slacks are halved over his folded arms. The pair is separated by the bed and his tight, white boxer briefs.

She reassures him by crawling across the bed to him and taking his clothes from his arms.

“Come,” she says seductively.

She leaves his clothes on the bedside table and leans back on the bed. Her long, lean legs spread on each side. He leans over her, his lips stiffly pressing against hers. She uses her tongue to part his lips, his jaw goes slack then their lips engage in a game of cat and mouse.

Using her stilettos as leverage, she digs them into the bed, squeezes her thighs around his waist, then inches him and herself further onto the bed. She digs her teeth into his bottom lip before sucking on it to soothe the sting.

He winces a bit before striking his hand against her throat to give a gentle but stern reminder of their arrangement. Her vagina tightens with anticipation for what’s to come.

He bites her bottom lip in return, then her chin and along her jawline. Her heart skips a beat when he moves down the side of her neck, a small distance beneath her ear. His bites burn with pleasure. Her soft moans feed his flame. Her hands travel the length of his back, her ankles are now crossed delicately around his waist.

She can feel his bulge against her. Her moans plead for him to silence the aching in her most private part, her deepest secret. She uses her fingers to tickle the band of his briefs, his hands catch her wrists then pin them over her head.

Her hips gyrate on his bulge to continue beckoning his phallus, but he continues to take his time.

Coming soon…

photo credit: stefan kuhn

Car Treats

“This is ridiculous,” I sighed. “One of us needs to get an apartment immediately.” He also let out a sigh as we sat on the pier and stared at the city skyline.

“Well, I just got a new job. We’ll have an apartment by July,” he replied. I started to stroke his cheek. His muscular jaw line is so sexy to me. He also has extremely thick lips and every time I look at them I’m forced to contemplate which feels better, his thick and long cock or his wet and slimy tongue. I could ride them both for hours. The more I stared at him the more my pussy dripped.

“Let me taste you,” I demanded. He smiled in return and eagerly unzipped his pants. “We should probably get a room,” I began to chuckle as I wrapped my hands around his dick. He’s so tasty. First I gave his work of art soft kisses on its head. Then French kisses that gradually became deep inhales and slurps. His dick is so big that I had to use my hands to jerk while I attempted to swallow ten inches.

My mouth continued to water as I gobbled him down and his moans turned me on even more. He ran his fingers through my hair and pulled my head back for a better view of me smacking his dick against my swollen lips and tongue. More French kisses and more gagging caused my hips to buck. My pussy was streaming at this point. He tried to get his hands into my romper to play with my sticky kitty.

“Don’t touch it,” I panted through slurps and sucks. “No pussy for you.” I then started to lick on his balls. I put them both in my mouth while I jerked him off more. My face was covered in pre-cum and spit, my nipples were hard, and I could no longer contain myself. I ripped open the top of my one piece and leaned back in the seat. I put one leg in his lap and the other on the dashboard. He watched in awe as I rubbed my breasts with one hand and continued to stroke his dick.

“Damn,” he groaned. “I’ve never experienced this before.”

“Really?” I laughed, “I’ve never done this for anyone before. I guess you turn me out.” He squeezed my inner thigh and kissed my nipples while I played with my clit. My pussy glistened under the street light while I stared into his bedroom eyes. He’s such a freak. I love that about him among other things…

I continued to rub my clit and jerk his dick until I started to cream all over the driver’s seat. I sat with my legs apart with on hand on my pussy and the other still giving my man a hand job while I caught my breath. He pulled my hand to his face to lick my fingers but I snatched my hand back and beat him to it.

“I know what you like,” I giggled, “and you can’t have it until you get our apartment. Put your dick away, no nut for you,” I teased.

Living Room Flow – Preview

“Thank you for coming, Preston,” I said with a smirk as I walked my lover to the door. I leaned in to kiss him deeply as he stepped into the hallway. As he backed me back into my apartment, the kiss was ignited with more passion. I bit his bottom lip as he picked me up and pressed me against the wall. I felt so light in his large hands. I could still smell my pussy on his top lip. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer to me. There was not an inch between us, only his nine and a half.

My pale pink robe lifted around my waist as Preston pressed against me; his weight held me up against the wall in my foyer. As he tussled with his belt, I watched the way my silk robe flowed on his tattooed arms as I cradled his head and shoulders. I thought about how well he was suited for pink as he proceeded to wear my pink out. We couldn’t get enough of one another. My nipples hardened as they brushed again his chest and tears welled in my eyes as he pinned me to the wall.

Preston linked his fingers in mine and moved our hands over my head. He looked me in my soul as he continued stroking. Each stroke tapped my erogenous zone effortlessly and he received my cream as a gift. My thighs squeezed around him as I bucked to his to his rhythm. I could feel his penis throbbing as he climaxed inside of me.

Preston carried me to my couch and we laid there in silence. I was starting to feel hindered. Preston was over staying his welcome.

“Okay, love, you have to get up,” I said to him as I nudged him off of my chest.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Nothing, Preston. Don’t you think you’ve been here long enough?” I responded as I fidgeted under his gaze.

“Are we still doing this, Helena?” He said frowning.

“Doing what? You shouldn’t be here. We did what you came to do,” I was getting a little defensive.

This argument was getting rather old. When we first had sex, it was a fluke.

Preston was extremely attractive and had a great body. He’s popular and smart while I am just smart. He plays sports and is on pretty much every student interest poster.  I managed to stay invisible for my entire first year in college. The first night he and I had sex, I was drinking. I was drinking alone and I’m usually alone but this night being alone felt different and different did not feel good.

So I walked up to him and his friends and told him that I thought he was sexy. I also said that he should look past my thick black square framed glasses and ‘understand that my pussy would ensnare him like a Venus Fly Trap.’ I wince every time I replay that lapse in judgement. His friends chuckled in disbelief and I in turn grew extremely red and stormed off. Like out of a love story, he chased after. We’re both bewildered as to why he did but I’m not complaining. Here’s what I’m complaining about – he doesn’t want to date in public but at the same time, he doesn’t care if anyone sees him coming from my dorm. Does this make sense; “he doesn’t care, but he cares?”

I didn’t get it but it’s better for me to keep things strictly about sex. I had grown addicted to his fix. I couldn’t focus on anything without my daily dose but ever addiction comes at a price. He had me feeling things that neither of us were ready for me to feel. I needed to keep things casual if he wanted to continue. If no one was to know we were fooling around, then we should keep it that way. This relationship limbo was killing me. My synapses were scrambling in an attempt to remain indifferent to his presence therefore they should be no cuddling. We fuck then he is returned. Why ever is this concept so hard to grasp?

“You have to go, Preston. I have class in about,” I paused to look at my wall clock, “thirty minutes.”

“Oh I see,” he replied. “You don’t have to walk me out.”

As I started to adjust my robe, he started to kiss on my neck and worked himself down to my belly. As he kissed me, his fingers taunted my tender clit. I opened my legs to assist him as my mind resisted. I really did have class in thirty minutes, but how long would it take for those beautiful lips to bring me to climax? I grabbed a fistful of his blondish brown hair and pushed his head past my waist line.

“Good girl,” he said before his mouth enclosed my pussy. I rolled my eyes back and cried out. It was simply the act of him doing this that drove me crazy. Sometimes I would stop and ask myself why he had followed me back to my dorm that night and then I would decide that it didn’t matter. I wasn’t a virgin but I was gently used up until this point. I closed my eyes and allowed his warm mouth to silence my thoughts.

As his tongue gently swirled around my labia, his fingers slid in and out to the same rhythm. It seemed that the young man was an old professional. He hooked his arms around my thighs to prevent me from scooting backwards after my first climax. I dug my heels into the small of his back and bucked my hips back at him. He didn’t stop eating until my body went limp and I was panting.

He sat down on the floor with his penis still erect and his face covered in my orgasm. He eyes beckoned me to him and my body agreed but my mind was unsure. My body wanted him more and more but I wouldn’t move. He reach up and pulled me to the floor to join him. We laughed at the way my knees knocked and trembled before he sat me on top of him. I didn’t ride him right away. I started with kissing his neck and even the tip of his nose. I don’t know why I did that. It was far too intimate. So I reeled myself in and raised my ass to slowly slide down his shaft. Entry was always the best part to me. I like that he let me go my pace.