Some Filthy – Disappointment

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cnc, mf, orgasm, sex, smut

The weekend had not gone at all as she had planned. Then again, she probably should have told him what she had been hoping and expecting instead of assuming he would just know what she wanted. She had been a bitch to him all morning and he finally left the house to get away from her. Tears ran down her face as she folded the laundry.
She heard him come in the house, and stayed in the laundry room, certain he didn’t want to see her. He must be thirsty, looking for a glass of iced tea to take back out with him.
Her back to the door, she felt it open, and before she could turn he was on her. One big hand pushed her torso down to the counter the other pulled down her yoga pants and panties. She tried to push herself back up and his hand shoved her down again.
One rough finger probed her folds. He grunted, apparently satisfied to find her wet enough for what he had in mind. She heard the metallic jingle of his belt buckle being undone, the rasp of his zipper going down. A pause, and he was inside her, his cock unforgiving of her tender flesh. She gasped and tried to pull away.
“Shut up. You’ve said enough today. I don’t want one fucking noise out of you. Just stand still while I get what I do want,” he growled.
She was shocked at how those words affected her. Her clit pulsed, and she buried her face in the clothes in front of her to stifle the sounds of her moans. He either didn’t hear her or pretended not to. He just kept fucking, his hips slamming into her ass with each thrust. The hand on her back moved to her hair, pulling hard enough to bring more tears to her eyes. She pushed her face deeper into the pile of shirts.
He was going to cum soon. She knew his body so well, the way he moved when he was about to empty his balls inside her. He groaned once, then shoved even further inside her pussy before he exploded. She loved feeling him pulse and pump inside of her.
He stayed for a few minutes, enjoying every aftershock of pleasure. Without a word, he pulled out, zipped himself up and left the room. She stayed put, one hand moving between her thighs to feel his cum dripping from her hole. Her clit was swollen. A few circles, thinking of how he had just used her body like his fleshlight, and she came. Pulling up her clothing, she went back to folding laundry.

Dark & Bitter – The Garden

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bitter, death, depression, fiction, haunted, mental illness

This story was inspired by a poem written by a friend of mine. I’m including it here with his permission, although he has asked to remain anonymous.

The Garden
I plant my garden in the cold of the winter
Seeds of depression is what I’ve sown
You know there’s nothing left to live for
Since you’ve gone, sadness is all I’ve known

C’mon and grow
Little seeds grow
Take me down and torture me
Swallow me then slowly let me go
C’mon little seeds grow

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She left him in the spring. Perhaps it wouldn’t have been as bad if she had left in the fall or winter. But she left in the spring and his heart died. All the things that brought him joy turned to ashes. Especially his garden.

He tried. He planted his seeds, watched as they sprouted and then died. What little hope he held of finding something to sustain him until his heart healed died with them. He was barren as that plot of land.

He had nightmares every night. He would wake gasping and screaming, certain his heart would explode out of his chest. On some nights, he would wake from those horrific dreams to find one or two small dark seeds on her pillow. The first time, he wasn’t sure what they were and threw them away. The gardener in him recognized them the second time. He carefully scooped them into an envelope. They multiplied quickly.

The neighbors talked. They knew she had left, although they didn’t know why. They saw his spectacular garden lay abandoned. They heard his screams in the middle of the night. They talked, but the talk faded as spring turned to summer and then summer to fall.

No one thought it odd when they saw him working in the garden that fall. They were sure he was simply preparing the empty beds for winter and the next year would see a return to the abundance of produce he had grown in years past.

No one saw him on his knees in the rows the next new moon, carefully planting small, dark seeds in the dark of the night. No one saw the sad smile as he stood surveying the neat hills just before dawn.

They saw the black vines that began emerging from the soil a few days later. They assumed he had tried to plant a winter crop and it had failed just as spectacularly as his efforts the previous springs’ had. They shook their heads and discussed how sad it was that he seemed to have lost his green thumb at the same time he had lost his love.

He watched the black vines growing and felt a strange kind of peace. They grew and he attended to tidying his life. Every night, before he went to bed, he walked out to his garden and carefully tended the rows. The vines thickened and seemed to speak to him in the silence of the night.

It had been three months since he had planted those small, dark seeds. He stood, leaning on the hoe he had used to clear the snow from the rows. The vines were whispering again, using her beautiful clear voice. He listened, nodding here and there. He stood up straight, the hoe falling to the ground. He was still for just a moment before reaching for his hat, bending to place it carefully next to the tool. There was a smile on his face as he straightened. He walked to the center of the garden, careful to not step on the vines that were stirring, reaching out to touch his feet and lower legs as he passed them.

He stopped. A final glance at the dark sky, he carefully lowered himself to the cold ground. He lay on his back, crossing his arms over his chest. The plants reached out to him, tendrils and leaves softly caressing him before slowly extending to reach over his body. They took their time enfolding him, wrapping him securely in their darkness. Roots stirred beneath the surface, creating a void that he began to sink into. He did not struggle. His eyes were closed, and he whispered her name as he was swallowed.

Some Sweet – Making Out

A conversation with someone recently has me thinking about a subject I haven’t given a great deal of thought to lately. The more I think about it, the more I realize what an incredibly sexy thing it really is.

Making out. Fully clothed, kissing and touching and driving each other insane. Hopefully it leads to getting each other naked and fulfilling all those delicious urges, but it’s highly satisfying either way.

Think about it. Think about kissing someone for the first time. Your heart thudding in your chest as their mouth gets closer. Maybe you are shaking a little bit. The heat of their body. How they smell. Then how they taste. Soft lips. A warm tongue invading your mouth. Where do their hands go on your body? Where do you want their hands to go? Personally, if you hold my face or neck while you kiss me my knees are going to be jelly and my panties are going to be wet.

Then there is touching. Fully clothed, your hands exploring your partner’s body. Tracing the lines of her breasts through her shirt. Running your hands down his chest, moving to his back to pull him closer. Hearing those soft moans and gasps as your fingers find the spots that trigger their pleasure. The frustration of the damn clothing keeping you from skin to skin contact.

Your breathing quickening. Hearing him catch his breath and groan a little as you bite his lip. That little whimper she gives when you suck at her neck. The rustle of fabric as your hand slips under the back of their shirt to caress their skin. The world retreats and all you can hear is each other.

You become totally immersed in each other, whether you are alone in a room or hiding in the corner at a party. It’s intense and erotic, an often overlooked level of intimacy.

Some Control -Supply Closet

She slipped quietly into the supply room, sure no one in the office had seen her. She was so damn horny, she had to to something about it. One or two quick orgasms and she could return to her desk, finish the day as the typical meek and mild secretary everyone expected, and then go home to fuck her boyfriend senseless.

She leaned against a shelving unit full of printer paper, her hands smoothing her skirt up her thighs until it was bunched around her hips. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Oh how her stuffed shirt boss would have a fit if he knew his best secretary sat at her desk every day, her bare pussy exposed to the air. If he knew the only reason she spent so much time checking that everyone had the correct supplies was simply so she could sneak away to this stuffy store room and stroke her clit until she came. At least twice. It didn’t matter how many times Tom made her cum the night before. She always woke at least once to either give herself another orgasm, or stroke his cock hard so she could ride him to pleasure. Sometimes she even allowed him to cum as well.

Today she chose to fantasize about her boss. Mr. Morgan was a good looking man, who didn’t swear, didn’t drink, and who she was sure had nice polite sex with his nice polite wife at least once a month out of a sense of duty if nothing else. He had the requisite corner office and the requisite 2 perfect children. She wondered if Mr. Morgan had ever had a woman ride him until she coated his cock and balls with her juices. If he had ever eaten a woman to orgasm, over and over until she pulled his head away by his neat tidy hair.

She was on the verge of her first orgasm, two fingers noisily fucking in and out of her tight hole as she teased and rubbed her swollen clit. She didn’t hear the door open, didn’t see the silhouette of a man blocking the light, freezing as he heard her harsh breathing, the moans escaping her as pleasure took her over. As her voice rose in volume he quickly shut the door, not wanting anyone else in the office to discover this.

Michael Morgan leaned against the door, completely shocked to recognize the voice of his secretary, Sally, moaning in pleasure from the depths of the supply room. He’d come looking for her to help him find a file he needed for his morning meeting. He could make out the outline of her body, could see she had her skirt up above her hips. He could hear her fingers moving in and out of her body, could smell the sweet perfume of her juices. He was shocked to feel his cock twitch in his trousers. He’d never seen anything more erotic in his life.

Sally’s body shook, pleasure sweeping through her. Who knew that thinking of her prim and proper boss would make her come so hard? Lazily she brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking her juices, her tongue greedily searching for every drop. She turned her head, and was shocked to see a dark form leaning against the door. “Mr. Morgan?” she questioned, turning towards him, her skirt still hiked up above her hips, her bare pussy on full display.

“Sally, please cover yourself. I don’t see the need to inform anyone else in the office of this. When you are composed please come see me in my office. We shall discuss what to do about this,” Michael stuttered, hands folded over his crotch, trying to hide his erection.

Sally laughed, a low throaty sound. “Oh Michael. I’m quite certain we can discuss my “transgression” right here.” She slowly walked towards him, not bothering to lower her skirt. She knew he could smell her, could see his efforts to hide his growing cock. She stopped in front of him, almost close enough to touch. Slowly she ran her hands over her thighs, drawing them slowly up to her dripping pussy. “Did you like hearing me cum Mr. Morgan? Do you like the smell of my wet cunt? Does it excite you? Would it excite you to know I was actually thinking about you? Wondering if you’d let me ride your nice hard cock? Or would you bend me over and slam your cock in my wet pussy? Would you grab my hips and pump into me until you came Michael?”

Her voice was husky and seemed to wrap around him, holding him frozen in place. He could feel himself growing hard, harder than he could ever remember being. His eyes drifted down her body, watching her fingers slowly graze her thighs, moving over the wet flesh of her pussy. The smell of her was driving him insane. Had she really been thinking of him as she pleasured herself? He watched as one of her hands left the cleft of her thighs, reaching up to smear her juices on his bottom lip. Before he could stop himself his tongue snaked out, tasting her. A low moan escaped him. “Sally. Stop. We shouldn’t be doing this…” he began weakly.

Her voice cracked in the confines of the room. “We will stop only when I say Michael. You interrupted me. You are now responsible for helping me find the pleasure I want. Reach behind you and lock that door. Not another word until I give you permission,” she ended, the hand that had fed him her sweetness moving to the buckle of his belt.

Michael moved as if in a dream, locking the door as she tugged down his zipper. He moved his head as if to kiss her, and she pulled sharply back, glaring at him. “The only thing I want from you right now is your cock Michael. I want your hard cock to give me pleasure. The pleasure you so rudely interrupted. If you are very good, I may decide to allow you to cum as well. If you are not good, you will not be allowed to cum. You will not be allowed to touch yourself, or find any sort of pleasure with your frigid little wife. Do you understand me?” Sally spoke sharply, her hand moving inside his open trousers, tugging sharply at his cock.

He moaned, amazed he was so hard so quickly. She wasn’t gentle with him, and that excited him even more. “Yes Sally. I understand. Please tell me how I can make this up to you,” he stammered.

She smiled. Oh she knew she had read him correctly. Making him her bitch was going to be amazing. “Pull your trousers down and lay down on the floor. Not another word unless I ask you a question. I need to cum,” she whispered in his ear before stepping back.

He wasted no time getting his pants down and settling himself on the floor, hands at his sides. His cock was hard as a rock, tight against his stomach. His eyes were locked on her as she straddled his body, her heel clad feet on either side of his hips. Her fingers were moving between her thighs again. She gracefully settled herself over him, the wet warmth of her folds making his cock jump and twitch against her. She moved her soaked fingers to his mouth, shoving them in, coating his lips and tongue with the taste and smell of her. He moaned around her fingers, part of his mind screaming at how wrong all this was, but more of him unwilling to stop her, craving this experience.

Sally tipped her head back, the moans of the man beneath her turning her on even more. She lifted herself slightly, positioning the head of his cock at her wet hole. She slammed down quickly, her nails digging into his stomach, not caring if she drew blood or not. Let him figure out an explanation for his wife if she marked him. The only thing she cared about was getting off, and his cock was going to help her with that quite nicely.

Michael struggled to keep himself still. Her pussy was so tight and wet. Nothing like having sex with his wife. He looked up at her and realized she was paying no attention to him at all. Sally’s total focus was on the pleasure his hard cock and her talented fingers were giving herself. He couldn’t help himself. It was all too much. His hips thrust up as his orgasm ripped through him. He heard Sally moaning as well, her pussy clenching and milking every drop of cum from his balls.

She shuddered as the pleasure of her orgasm subsided, feeling his cock pulsing inside her. He was going to require some serious training. For now, Michael was going to have to clean up the mess he had made. Without a word, Sally lifted off his cock, walked on her knees up his body and settled her dripping cunt over his mouth. His eyes widened, his hands involuntarily coming up to grasp at her hips. She quickly grabbed a handful of his hair, knowing the sharp pain would give her his full attention.

“You, my sweet little bitch, were not given permission to cum. You most assuredly were not given permission to cum in my pussy. Now you will lick and suck every drop of your juices from my pussy. It would be in your best interests to make me cum again while you are at it. Do you understand baby?” she growled, feeling their combined juices dripping and coating his face.

He tentatively stuck his tongue out, recognizing her sweet taste, mixed with a warm saltiness he realized must be his own cum. It was not unpleasant. That was his last coherent thought as her weight shifted, her cunt covering his face, grinding onto him as she searched for a third orgasm. His mouth was suddenly flooded with juices as she came again, her hand in his hair tugging hard enough to bring tears to his eyes.

Sally relaxed slowly, settling back to sit on her boss’s chest. She looked down at him and smiled, loving the sheen of moisture smeared on his face and dripping down his throat. She stood, adjusting her clothing, planning on making a quick stop in the ladies room to clean up. “Michael, you’re going to want to get cleaned up quickly. You have a meeting with the CEO in fifteen minutes. We will discuss your shortcomings in your office tomorrow after work. I suggest you tell your wife you have a very late meeting and may not be home at all.” She turned and opened the locked door, not bothering to look at the half naked man laying on the floor, his cock beginning to harden again as her words registered.

Some Dirty – Red Panties

Lisa sat at the bar, nursing her glass of wine and trying to decide how she ended up in these situations. She’d had a date tonight, and things had been going well. Right up until they left the restaurant and he had tried to kiss her. Nothing. No spark, no desire, nothing. Which had apparently been one-sided, because his hands had gone wandering to her ass. She hadn’t been able to get away from him fast enough. She made sure to block his number in her phone at the first red light she had sat at.

She’d stopped at her neighborhood bar before going home. The evening didn’t need to be a total waste, she could at least have a couple of glasses of wine and steal some glances at the owner/bartender Tony. Tall, dark hair, green eyes. She got butterflies everytime she saw him. Of course he didn’t bother to give her a second look. But that didn’t stop her from enjoying him from her position on one of his ridiculously tall barstools.

The evening passed quickly. Before Lisa realized it, she and Tony were the only ones left in the bar. The jukebox played quietly as he came to stand before her, a half smile playing on his lips. “Give me your keys little one. I’ll drive you home after I get things settled here. You’ve had far too much to drink to see yourself safely home,” he said softly, the smile not reaching his stern eyes.

Lisa swallowed, digging in her purse for her car keys, not able to look away from him. That was one of his attractions she guessed. He knew her name, never used it. She was always little one to him. It never failed to turn her on. “How are you going to get back?” she asked, flushing as his hand grazed hers with the transfer of the keys. A perfectly nice man kisses her and she feels nothing. This man barely grazes her skin in a casual gesture and her pussy aches.

Tony laughed, low and deep. “You live two blocks away little one. It’s a beautiful night. Walking back won’t be a hardship. Now sit and behave while I take care of a couple of things before we leave.”

Lisa turned on her seat to watch him, clearing tables and wiping them down. She always wondered why he didn’t hire a waitress, but then again this was a small place, and regulars were as likely to bring their own empties to the bar as to leave them on the table. He was tall and lean, muscled but not overly so. She allowed herself to enjoy watching him undisturbed, daydreaming about how his body would feel next to hers, his arms wrapped around her.

“Lisa!” his voice cracked, dragging her out of her thoughts. Tony was standing right in front of her, those arms holding the bar on either side of her. “You might want to fix your skirt little one. I’m sure you didn’t mean to let me know what color your panties are,” he said, his voice tight and angry.

She looked down, turning as red as those same panties as she realized the skirt of her short black dress had ridden up her thighs as she had turned on her seat. Fuck. She tugged at her clothing, managing to get at least the front on her skirt back where it belonged. She was going to have to get off the stool to fix the rest of it, but Tony showed no sign of moving to allow her down. Swallowing hard she met his eyes, seeing anger in their green depths as well as something else. Desire? No, she had to be drunk. Really drunk. There was no way this man could want her.

Tony moved in closer, his hips pushing her thighs apart, his mouth moving to her ear. “Little one, I see you watching me. I know exactly what you are thinking. Believe me, I’m not the kind of man you should be involved with. You need to stick with your safe little boyfriends, and leave me alone,” he whispered.

Lisa was painfully aware of his mouth just inches away from hers, the heat of his big body blanketing her. This close to him, smelling him, her body reacted, her nipples hard, the gusset of her red panties drenched. He hadn’t even touched her and she was more turned on than any other man had made her. Her hands fisted on her thighs. She was drunk enough to tell him exactly how she felt.

“What makes you think I couldn’t handle being involved with you? I’ve never met anyone like you. I’ve never met a man I was so attracted to. How do you know it wouldn’t be good between us?” she said defiantly, watching his eyes, seeing his mouth tighten as he absorbed her words.

One big hand rose from beside her, his fingers tracing the side of her face before he rested them lightly around her throat, his palm heavy and warm against her skin. He moved forward, his breath tickling her ear as he began to speak. “I want to strip you down right now, spread you across this bar, and run my mouth over every inch of your sweet little body. I want to memorize your curves with my tongue, and hear you whimper my name as I feast on you. I also want to take you over my knee and paddle your ass until it glows bright red and tears are streaming down your face. I want to leave bruises and crop marks on your skin as I fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk without wincing the next day. I want to hurt you little one. I want to tie you to one of those tables and fuck every hole you have until you are dripping with my cum and covered in bruises and bite marks. I’m not a nice man. There is a darkness in me you can’t comprehend, and you should run as far away as you can. Now get your sweet ass in your car, I’m taking you home and leaving you there alone,” he growled as he pulled away.

Except she couldn’t move. She was frozen in place by the most intense desire she had ever felt. All she could do was stare at him, a tiny whimper escaping her as he pulled away.

“Fuck,” he swore loudly, turning away from her. “You’re drunk. We are not discussing this any further, and I am definitely not putting my hands on you again. Get moving. I’ll take you home,” he growled, storming off to the back room.

She managed to get off the chair and moving to the door, tugging her skirt down as she went. When he came out she was sitting in the passenger seat, studiously not looking at him. The ride to her house was tense and silent. He walked her to her door, unlocked it, handed her the keys and walked away.

She closed the door and leaned against if, her eyes filling with tears. What in the hell had just happened?

Lisa paced her living room. It had been a week since the night Tony had rocked her world with his revelations. She hadn’t been able to think of anything else. She should be terrified. The man admitted he wanted to hurt her. Bruise her body. Use her for his own pleasure. Who knows what else he hadn’t mentioned?

It didn’t matter. She wanted him even more now. She woke every night from dreams of his hands holding her down, his voice rough in her ear as he loomed over her. She had gone online to research BDSM. The pictures she had seen, the stories she read had only made her pussy ache and drip. A darkness she hadn’t been aware of stirred in her. No wonder she had never found a man who turned her on as much as he did. She’d been dating lambs when it was the beast she craved.

She stopped suddenly in the middle of the room, her eyes narrowing. He wanted to scare her away. It was time he learned she was made of stronger stuff.

Lisa walked into the bar an hour later, not surprised to find the place practically empty. It was almost closing time. She sat, not at her usual spot in the corner, but right in the center of the bar, settling herself carefully on the tall stool. Tony glared at her from behind the bar, and she simply smiled at him. She knew she looked good in the cobalt blue sundress.

He walked over to pour her a glass of wine and she stopped him. “I’ll just have a ginger ale Tony. I have some important things to discuss with you, and I’d rather not be drunk this time,” she said sweetly, giving him an even bigger smile as he scowled at her. He thumped the glass of soda in front of her and walked away to clear tables.

Perhaps it was Tony’s foul mood, but it didn’t take long for the last customers to leave. Lisa turned to watch him working, goosebumps breaking out on her arms. She knew she was taking a huge risk. There was no reason for him to listen to her. He could very well kick her out and tell her to never come back.

She took a deep breath, let it out. “Tony, can we please talk?” she started. He whipped around at her voice, saw her sitting facing him, her dress pulled up to expose her bare pussy, and the look on his face turned savage. Before she could blink he was on her, one fist in her hair pulling her head back as his mouth claimed hers, his other hand behind her, pulling her body tight into his. She gasped as his hardness settled against her folds, the denim of his jeans harsh on her soft skin. Then all she could do was moan.

He pulled back from the kiss, both of them panting. “Pick a safeword,” he growled, “Pick it now. Use it if this gets to be too much for you little one. I’ll try to be gentle, but I can’t guarantee anything.”

“Unicorn,” she replied immediately.

His eyebrows rose at the speed of her response, but a smile broke across his face. He kissed her again, gentler this time. “Good girl. Turn around and face the mirror. Your first lesson begins now,” he breathed, stepping back to allow her to move.

She turned and settled herself quickly, not bothering to fix her skirt. Her eyes met his in the mirror, his hands going to the straps of her dress and slowly sliding them down her arms. She blushed when her breasts were exposed, but kept her gaze on his face. He stepped close, pulling her back to rest against his chest, fingers pinching her nipples, watching her reaction in the mirror. She jumped a little at the pressure, a small moan escaping her. She felt the pain/pleasure shoot from her nipples to her clit, her pussy spasming. Her head fell back against his shoulder, eyes still locked on his.

He bent to kiss her neck, teeth nipping as one big hand moved down between her legs. “Oh little one. Such a good girl you are already. Wet for your Sir. I’m going to play with this sweet little pussy. Because it’s our first time together you don’t have to ask for permission to cum. But you cannot close your eyes or look away from the mirror. Do you understand?” he asked, his voice rough while his fingers were gentle on her sex.

She nodded, not trusting her voice. His face grew dark, and before she could register what was happening, he slapped her open pussy. “When you are asked a question you will answer verbally. Do you understand?” Tony growled.

Lisa jumped, shocked at the slap, even more shocked at how good it felt. “Yes Sir,” she stuttered. He smile at her in the mirror, his fingers once again gentle, his thumb working her clit as two fingers slid inside her pussy. His other hand working her breasts, pinching her nipples, seeming to know when she needed a soft touch or another jolt of sweet pain.

She lay back in his arms, trusting him to take care of her. She had never felt like this before. Never had a man take charge of her body, know before she did exactly what she needed. His fingers worked her pussy, and she felt her body tensing. She’d never cum this fast before, with so little foreplay. She struggled to keep her eyes open, staring at him in the mirror, panting whimpers and moans escaping her.

He leaned down, his mouth right at her ear. “Cum for me little one. Right now. I want to hear you scream my name as your pussy clenches on my fingers,” he whispered, sex and raw need in his voice. She obeyed. The orgasm spreading through her body, chanting his name as he smiled at her.

He didn’t let her rest. His fingers kept working, rubbing and pinching, pumping into her wet pussy, the smell and sound of her filling the bar. Three more times he demanded she cum for him, whispering filthy words of encouragement in her ear. Her world narrowed to his eyes and his voice.

Finally he allowed her to rest against his chest, his demanding hands now turned soft, petting her legs, her arms, soft kisses on her neck and shoulders as he told her what a good girl she was, how proud he was of her. Slowly she returned to herself, a lazy smile on her lips. He returned her smile in the mirror, then his face darkened. Despite the fact that she had just had the four best orgasms of her life, she felt her pussy clench again. He was far from done with her. The next part wasn’t going to be gentle at all.

He stepped back, pulling her off her seat. She stared as his hands went to his belt, the outline of his cock visible through his jeans. She started to remove her dress, then stopped as she realized he hadn’t told her if that was what he wanted or not. Biting her lip she looked up to find him smiling at her. “Good girl. Very good girl. Waiting for instruction. Leave the dress on. Bend over that stool. Grab the legs and don’t move unless you are told. You’ve had your pleasure. Now it’s my turn,” he said lazily, very much the predator now.

She hurried to comply, hearing him unbuckle his belt, the hiss of his zipper going down, cloth rustling. She jumped as she felt his hands on her hips, moving the skirt of her dress up, exposing her ass and pussy to him. He groaned, firm hands on her cheeks, squeezing hard, then smoothing over her. “Damn little one. You have such a pretty ass and pussy. I’m going to enjoy this so fucking much.” His hands probed and explored, teasing her wet opening and her tight star, making her jump, the desire she thought satisfied rising again.

There. His hard cock, sliding through her folds, spreading her juices over the head, preparing to slide inside her. Fuck. She wanted this. Wanted him inside her, hard, hot, fast. She didn’t want gentle, she wanted to be fucked, wanted the bruises his fingers would leave in her hips. “Please,” she begged, hardly able to breathe. “Please Sir. Please fuck me.”

A sharp intake ofbreath, and he was inside her, invading, stretching, not giving her the chance to adjust to him. She screamed, pushing back against him, the pain mixing with the sweetness of having him inside her. He moved fast, hips slamming into her ass, his balls slapping her clit with every stroke. She was going to cum again, she could feel it rising. One big hand holding her in place at the small of her back, the other tangled in her hair, pulling her back to meet every thrust. His groans telling her he wasn’t going to last much longer.

He grunted, burying himself completely in her as he came, his hips jerking as he filled her. Feeling him pulsing sent her over the edge, and he moaned again as she milked him, forcing him to give her every drop of her cum. They stayed together, shaking as the pleasure peaked and slowly subsided.

He pulled away from her and she couldn’t move, didn’t trust her legs to hold her. He drew her into his arms, seating himself in a nearby chair and settling her in his lap. Long moments of soft caresses, sweet whispers in her ear, telling her what a good girl she was, how much he had enjoyed her, how proud he was of her. She slowly returned to herself, head tucked under his chin, completely spent and relaxed.

Lisa pulled away to look at Tony, needing to look into his eyes, make sure he meant all the sweet words he was saying. She saw nothing but satisfaction in his gaze. No regrets. With a sigh she settled back against his chest, eyes closing.

“We still need to talk little one. You have a great deal to learn. Apparently so do I. Are you sure you really want to do this?” he asked gruffly, stroking her hair and kissing her forehead.

“Yes Sir. You aren’t the only one with dark desires,” she answered simply. Je smiled, holding her just a little tighter. Thank god she’d had the courage to come back.

Some Dirty – He Likes To Watch

He sat in the chair, watching his wife being savagely fucked by another man. He had hoped this would be exciting, but he’d really had no idea how much. His cock was hard in his hand, and his orgasm was close. Judging by the sounds coming from his wife and her lover, he wasn’t the only one.

He’d caught her cheating a week ago. There had been tears, yelling, promises that it would never happen again. But the more he’d thought about it, the more he found himself getting turned on by the knowledge that she’d been having sex with someone else behind his back. He realized that he wanted to watch, to see what this mystery man could do for her that was worth risking their marriage for.

Shock had warred with guilt on her face when he told her what he wanted. She was going to invite this man to their home, and he was going to watch them have sex. She had argued with him. But not for very long or with much sincerity. After she admitted that she hadn’t broken off contact with her lover like she had promised to, they fucked for hours.

Her lover hadn’t been in the house for five minutes before he had her pinned against the wall and was removing her clothes. The man had barely even looked at him. Once he had her naked, he wrapped her hair around his fist and forced her to her knees. She had undone his zipper and pulled out his cock, licking the length before she deep throated him.

He’d gone hard instantly watching them. She’d never stinted on oral sex with him. Hell, she’d never turned him down for any kind of sex. Now he realized it was her way of keeping him content and not willing to look to closely at her long lunches with friends, or the monthly business trips she claimed to be taking. Their sex life had always been good, but nothing like what he saw in front of him.

Things had quickly moved to the bedroom. He watched as this man he hadn’t even known existed two weeks ago threw his wife down on the bed and begin to devour her pussy. He had made her cum three times in quick succession, her fists in his hair pulling him as close to her as possible.

Then the fucking had begun. There was no other word for it. She had been flipped over, her ass high in the air, and he had slammed his cock into her dripping pussy with no warning. His hips slamming into her ass, his balls slapping her clit. His wife had cum at least twice more, and she and her lover were working towards a joint climax.

He stroked his cock faster, wanting to cum with them. They had paid no attention to him at all, but he still felt connected to them. Watching his wife gain so much pleasure from being used so roughly was a revelation to him. He was more turned on than he could remember being in a very long time, and he knew he wanted this to happen more than once.

His wife began to scream and pant, her lover to grunt as they both started to cum. He came silently, watching them collapse into each other on his marriage bed. The room smelled of lust. He watched his cum soak into the carpet, looking forward to many more sessions like this one.

Sunday Smut – Hungry

They had been at the party for two hours now and she was more than a little drunk and horny. She kept watching him, thinking of how much she loved sucking his cock, making him moan, seeing his eyes roll back as he came in her mouth. She couldn’t wait until they got home. She needed to taste him now.

She walked up, interrupting his conversation with their host. “I’m sorry, I just need to steal him away for a few minutes. Won’t be long I promise,” she said with a cheeky grin. He followed, a frown on his face. He had no idea what was so important that couldn’t wait until they got home.

He followed her into the bathroom, about to demand she explain herself, when she pushed him against the closed door and kissed him. His girl was hungry. She got demanding like this when she had had enough to drink. She had always waited until they were home before this. He smiled, enjoying this new boldness of hers.

Her hand slid down, finding his cock hardening behind the buttons of his fly. She smiled against his lips, pulling back to meet his eyes, silently asking for his permission. He tangled one fist in her hair, pulling her in for another swift hard kiss before tugging downward. It took hardly any effort on his part to get her to her knees.

She rubbed her face over the bulge in his jeans, taking in his scent before her fingers moved to his belt. The black leather one, her favorite. How many times had she watched him slide it from the loops of his jeans, seen it doubled in his hands, felt him place it around her wrists or her throat before he took her?

Slowly she undid the buttons, her eyes locked with his. She tugged his jeans down, her gaze only going to his hardness when they were halfway down his thighs. She knew they didn’t have much time. Then again she wasn’t in the mood to be patient.

He tilted his head back and moaned loudly as she took the head of his cock in, her tongue swirling slowly around before she moved him further into her mouth. Her fingers cradled his balls as both his hands fisted in her hair. He wanted to let her have her way. But the desire to take control and fuck her exquisite mouth was overwhelming.

She moaned around his cock. She wanted to taste him. All of him. And she wanted it now. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her eyes to his face and took his hard length down her throat. Holding him there, she palmed his balls and allowed her fingertips to graze his tight star. She felt his cock spasm as his eyes flew open to meet hers. She had never done anything like this before and wasn’t certain how he would react.

His wild little bitch. He couldn’t help himself. He pulled her head back slightly and held it still as he slowly and deliberately fucked himself down her throat. Her fingers circled his rim as her eyes watered and she concentrated on keeping herself open for him. He was going to cum quickly.

She wasn’t done surprising him. As he pulled back she worked one finger inside him. That was all it took. He growled her name as his hips thrust forward, the thick cum she had been craving filling her throat, her mouth, dripping from her lips. She didn’t release him until he pulled away from her. She settled back on her heels and cleaned the cum from her chin with her fingers, making sure not to waste a drop.

He simply stood watching her, his good girl. When she gave him that cheeky grin again he smiled back, his hands righting his clothing. He reached one calloused hand out, helping her to her feet, pulling her against him. He ran his fingers through her tousled hair before lowering his mouth to hers. Tasting himself on her tongue. “You’ll pay for this when we get home my girl,” he whispered against her lips, before turning to lead her back to the party.

An Appetizer

He ties my wrists loosely with the silk scarf. My arms are stretched over my head, relaxed and comfortable. I like the feel of him next to me, his skin warm on mine, his cock hard against my hip.

His hands. I never can get enough of his hands on my body. Callouses rasping on my nipples, fingers pinching as he kisss me. Then his palm sweeping over my belly, settling between my spread legs.

His fingers probing, teasing my folds. Discovering just how wet and hungry I am. A light flick of my clit, then fingers invading my pussy. Advance and retreat, until my back is arching, trying to keep them inside me.

He loves to tease me. He knows exactly how to have me begging for more. To have my hips rolling, seeking his rough fingers, my breasts heaving, waiting for his mouth. He knows when to kiss me and when to whisper beautiful, dirty words in my ear.

His fingers settle into stroking my throbbing clit, his leg thrown over mine to keep me somewhat still. There is no more teasing. His voice, my whimpers fill the room. My back arches, body impossibly tight, then I am liquid in his hands. Hunger turns to pleasure. Tension to langor.

His fingers spread my juices over my lips before he leans in to kiss me. His cock still hard at my hip. An evening barely begun.

Some Naughty – Reward

The party was going well. The restaurant was crowded, and the noise from their table didn’t help, but everyone seemed to be having a good time. She smiled looking around at the faces of family and friends. A great birthday for her husband.

She leaned forward to reply to her mother in law’s question, resting her left hand on his thigh at the same time. He tensed, turning to look at her. She ignored his questioning look. It was time for her reward for organizing the party.

Slowly her fingers moved up his thigh to trace his stiffening cock. She could see the look of panic in his eyes as she asked him how he was enjoying the veal piccata. How could he stop her without causing a disturbance? It wasn’t as if he really objected to this. His cock got harder as she teased him.

He hand came to cover hers as she eased his zipper down. She simply waited until he sighed and gave in. She eased his cock out, precum oozing over her fingers. Slowly she traced one finger down his length, wishing she could taste him. Next time, when they were private she would enjoy cleaning him up. For now she simply wrapped her fingers around his pulsing cock and stroked, knowing he would come quickly for her.

He stuttered as he replied to a question from her best friend. She laughed along with the rest of the table as she felt his balls draw up and spasm. This was her favorite part, watching him from the corner of her eye as he struggled not to groan out loud.

His eyes closed as he came, hot come splashing on the underside of the table. She wondered what the cleaning person tonight would think when they found the mess. Giving him a final squeeze she wiped her hand on her napkin, leaving him to clean himself up and get back into his pants.

She turned to the right to wish her husband a happy birthday while his best friend tried to recover on her left. He laughed as he leaned over to kiss her cheek and whisper in her ear, “One of these days you are going to get caught sweetie, and I’m either going to have to act the outraged husband or confess all our kinky secrets to the world.”

Something Naughty – Road Trip

I came out of the bathroom to find he had my clothes laid out on the bed. Short black skirt, pink panties, white bra, white button up shirt. I dressed quickly, knowing he wanted to get on the road to home as soon as possible. It had been a nice weekend away, just the two of us, but it was time to head back to our daily lives.

We loaded the car and got on the interstate. It was only about a three hour trip home and we quickly settled in, music playing, his hand idly tracing patterns on my bare leg as we talked. The longer we drove the higher his hand moved under my skirt, teasing me through the fabric of my panties. They were quickly saturated with my juices, my legs spread.

“Unbutton your shirt,” he commanded, his voice low. I obeyed quickly, thankful it was early enough in the day there wasn’t much traffic. His hand left my pussy to trace the edges of my bra, his finger dipping under the soft white cup to tease my nipples.

I realized we were coming up on a semi and started to pull my shirt together. His hand grabbed mine, amusement on his face. “Oh no. Stay just as you are. I want the driver to see you.” I looked at him, knowing he could see the panic on my face. His hand moved back between my legs, stroking my wet pussy through my panties. I turned to stare straight ahead, my bottom lip firmly between my teeth.

It took forever to pass that truck. I had no idea if the driver looked down as we slowly drove on. My heart was pounding, but I was very aware of how wet and turned on I was. “How far do you want to take this?” I asked, watching him drive.

He smiled. “Your Hitachi is in the back seat. There is also a converter so you can plug it in. Get things set up. I want your bra off, your seat back, and your panties around your knees,” he said.

I unclipped my seat belt, going to my knees as I turned around to grab my toy and the converter. It took just a minute to plug everything in. My bra was tossed in the back seat. I took a deep breath and lifted my butt to pull my panties down below my knees. As I reclined my seat, his hand moved to spread my legs, his fingers teasing my slick folds.

I lay back, eyes closed, legs spread as wide as my panties would allow. I was panting, not sure if not was because of how turned on I was or the excitement of the new moment.

“Look at me baby,” he said softly. I turned my head just in time to see him licking my juices from his fingers. A low moan escaped me, which made him smile wide. He handed me the wand. “Keep it on low baby, and you aren’t allowed to cum until I give you permission.

I slowly ran the vibrator over my wet lips before turning it on. The vibrations immediately made me tighten, a soft whimper escaping me. I was so incredibly turned on it wasn’t going to take long before I would cum. I felt the speed of the car increase and knew he was looking for another semi to pull up to. The idea both scared and excited me.

The pulsing on my lips and clit were pushing me closer and closer to the edge. His warm hand rested easily on my bare thigh, not interfering, just a reminder that he was right there enjoying my pleasure and discomfort. I felt the car slow and his hand tightened on my leg. “You can come now my girl.”

I kept my eyes tightly closed, not wanting to see the truck next to my window. The orgasm that swept through me was intense, my hips lifting from the seat as I cried out. His fingers softly stroked my leg as I shook and trembled. “Good girl. That’s my good girl. Not turn the Hitachi off for a minute,” he said as I again felt the car speed up in search of a new audience.

I turned to look at him. His face was calm, a smile playing on his lips. I could see his cock straining at his zipper. I started to move one hand to caress him, but he captured it and placed it back on the seat next to me. “This is about you my girl. About letting some stranger you’ll never see again look at your pretty pussy through the windows and watch you cum. You’ll take care of me when we get home.”

I shivered, pussy tightening at his words. I hadn’t thought I was an exhibitionist but I had to admit I was loving this. Knowing I was safe with him but still putting on a show for another man. Several men, by the sound of it. I settled back, eyes closing again, trusting him to let me know when to turn the toy on again.

Three more times we matched speeds with a semi, three more times I used the Hitachi to bring myself to loud intense orgasms. My body on display for whoever chose to look out the window of their truck and see. It was incredibly arousing, his hand warm on my upper leg, his deep voice giving me instruction and praise.

As he pulled away from the fourth and final truck, he took the wand from my limp hand, unplugged everything and tossed it in the back seat. “Fix your clothes baby. We are about forty-five minutes from home. Time for you to take a little nap and get ready for round two in our bed.”

Properly dressed again I smiled and drifted off to sleep with his hand resting one my upper thigh.