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What I Love To Do To Mr. Guerre by Lady Cheeky

(Originally published 5/10)

Taking my right hand saturated in my pussy juice, I firmly hold your taut shaft

My left hand plays with your gorgeous balls.

Mmmmm it tastes good Martin. I love how your cock tastes.

I’m stroking your shaft and massaging your balls between my fingers

every now and then I dip my head down to quickly lick up your pre cum

so as not to waste a drop of your divine elixir

my middle finger on my left hand grazes your anus, teasing it

seeing your body flinch and twist with my touch excites me

so I continue, as I stroke your glistening, hard dick faster

Intermittently, I add the extra compliment of my mouth

soft and warm on your crown, enveloping your manhood

accepting it

using my hand in motion to extend the pleasure of my mouth

wet and smooth

my tongue washes over your tip on it’s way down my throat

Your cock can feel every taste bud, every ripple on my tongue

my left hand, after first wetting my fingers with my own cum, is on your taint now Read more »

For You…or me? [MF, short]

"Take off your panties." There was only the slightest pause before she stood up, slid them down her thighs, and let them fall to the floor. I turned back to the computer, selecting a few more songs for the playlist. A moment later, I turned to her again.

"Stand up."

"Now draw your skirt up over your hips."

No pause this time. I watched skin appear from under the blue of her skirt and then ran my fingertips over her hips, tracing the curve of her ass down to the back of her thighs. "Bend over." I followed the curve back up again, fingers spreading to caress the small of her back. Leaning over, I brushed my lips across her lower back, tasting the softness of her skin. Lips parted and traveled lower, following the heat of her skin along the edge of her ass, teeth grazing.

I turned her over and pressed her back on the leather ottoman. My knee nudged her thighs open and I rested my knee against her pelvis with just enough pressure to keep her pinned. She looked up at me and said, "That…was for you." Read more »

The Farm Pt. 5 [ff] [oral]

Lucy was in high demand. She wasn't quite sure what it was about her, but there was never a lull in business for her. Mark now treated her with respect rather than snickering at what she said, or forcefully pushing her around hallways. Though Clark had always treated Lucy respectfully, he now doted on her to clients right in front of her. If a man was leaving the Farm after a session with another girl, Clark would waste no time introducing them and suggesting her – though she was a higher rate.

Every client was different. Each man came with something specific in mind, and no one seemed to see Lucy. They were either fucking their third grade teacher, punishing their mother-in-law, or having a sensual night with their deceased wife. Every man had a life separate from the Farm, but somehow Clark knew every detail, which meant that in turn, so did Lucy.

"Tonight will be different," Darla said, pinning back a portion of Lucy's hair to show off her eyes. "Have you gotten your script?"

Lucy glances down at the slip of paper in her hand. "It just says no dialogue and 'get to the point'?" Read more »

The Farm Pt. 4 [mf] [anal] [blowjob]

It wasn't very long before Lucy's roommate, Whitney, started asking questions. Suddenly Lucy had rent on time, she could pitch in for groceries, and where was she going nearly every day after school?

Whitney was pretty, she worked as a waitress in town, and had a boyfriend that she'd been with since Jr. High. She'd never left this town, and was the church's Snow Queen every year. Lucy couldn't breath a word about the Farm to Whitney – there was no way she'd recruit her. Instead, Lucy just told her she was hanging out with friends most of the time, and that her father was starting to send money.

Today Clark wanted to show Lucy around. He wanted to give her a tour of the Farm and introduce her to some of the other girls.

"You've seen our studio, you've met one of our male employees, and you've seen a lot of the more business-focused areas," he said as he led her to an elevator. "Today I'd like to get a little more in-depth." Read more »

The Farm Pt. 3 [mf] [facial]

Clark ushered Lucy through the hallway and handed her off to Mark. The two of them briefly exchanged some information on one of the older girls before Mark swept her off into a room to the left of the studio.

Lucy had never seen this room before. There were vanity mirrors all along one wall and the rest of it appeared to be an enormous walk-in closet. All of the lingerie and outfits had been sectioned off and were all labeled.

"Per request, you'll be choosing from this rack," Mark gestured to what appeared to be everyday clothing. "Lucy, meet Darla."

An older woman with wrinkles smothered in dark foundation grabbed Lucy into a tight embrace. She smelled like old perfume and hairspray, and one of her false eyelashes was coming unglued. "I help dress the ladies and do your hair and makeup."

Mark forced Lucy down into a chair in front of the mirror by her shoulders. "Your first client is looking for a realistic experience. He has his fantasy down to fine details. You read the script, you give him what he came for. The gentlemen may choose to tip you – separate from your pay and their fee – depending on how well you do for them." Mark handed her two papers stapled together. Read more »

Sunday Morning [mf]

Daybreak arrives far too quickly. Our bedroom softly glows, lit by a morning sun filtering through the trees. Half-awake, half-asleep, my mind reluctantly emerges from a wonderful dream – a dream replaying memories of last night's sexual reverie. As I drift into consciousness, I become aware of a presence in bed with me. That presence is you: under the sheets, hidden from view, inspecting my body. Not wanting to distract you, I lay quietly while you continue your exploration.

Your body lays at a right angle to mine. I can't see what you are doing, but I can feel it. I feel your warm breath on the hairs of my leg. I feel your fingernails along my inner thighs, inching upwards towards my crotch. I feel your hair running across my sensitive skin as you move, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Hovering over my flaccid member, you run your fingertips across its length. You gently take hold of it, the warmth of your hands starting my blood to flow. You softly roll it between your fingers, pausing occasionally, as if inspecting a new-found plaything for the first time. Read more »

One Hot Bet [mf mutual masturbation]

An hour after she arrived at Camp Wampanook, Cleo was half a mile into the woods with Jack and he already had two fingers inside of her. This was a camp tradition for them that started three years prior. They would meet behind the arbor and follow the Squaw footpath to the clearing by Piney River Creek (a name that confused and delighted everyone). There, Cleo would turn away from Jack and strip off whatever sort of tight shorts she was wearing (this year, then were cut off jeans). Jack would slip off her panties and place a kiss on one of her ass cheeks. She would steady herself against a tree pressing her ass into him. He would stand and slip a hand around her, down between her legs, and stroke her clit until she came.

Then they would switch positions. Jack would lower his jeans and Cleo would push his boxers down to his knees. While her head was low, she would kiss the head of his cock in whatever state it was at this point (this year, it was fully rigid). She would press herself to his side, one arm around his back, her hand clutching his jacket. The other hand would be in front of him, his hard cock in her hand. She never rushed. She would stroke him slowly as if she had all week to do it and she loved every second of it. Read more »

Mantle [Submission MF]

Those asymmetrical arches in her eyebrows sunk a sharp hook in my cheek. She had been staring at my eyes spoor. It was cutting, I felt its origin before I ever met her gaze. Her name was Emily, and we were obviously friends of the same. I never would have guessed to see her at an Embassy Gala.

When our eyes met, the heat I felt from across the room ceased, and the air between our oculus froze. Her eyes shot away so sternly it recoiled in her neck. Her perfect, naked neck. I tried reading our past encounters, wondering if there had been something to warrant the cold avoidance. I’d had her tied and kneeling, she wouldn’t stop smiling and calling me an asshole. I’m not an asshole, but I learned this favourite phrase of hers had a subtext by the way her pussy clamped and released in orgasm as soon as I slipped the vibrator in her ass, and pressed it deep with each of my own thrusts. I caught her looking again. She had simply felt the pull of the rod and was playing her catch. I smiled. Read more »

Shiva (OC)

I become aware at a moment where I'm up to my knees in glacial runoff, my rod high behind my shoulder at the line's zenith, and my eyes are instinctively squinting at the dancing reflection of the sun. The fly skips over my head and floats to the water, landing where the sun floats on the river. At that my world and vision became red. Red like a fissure in the earth. Red somewhere between copper and crimson. Red like the sun beaming through the blood in your eyelids.

Ah, that explains it.

It's December. I'm not fishing, I'm in bed. My legs have crawled from cover, there was never a river. My brain renewed the knot with the here and now, and I rolled over. No, I tried to roll over, but my shoulder is pinned. It's that moment that I smell her. Feminine sweat and Tibetan incense, top notes of vodka and oil- all ingredients of the evening prior. I have a strict No Sleepovers rule (more because it distally defends my own self from the knowledge that I do sleep better with an intimate partner than anything else), the liquor had obviously gotten the best of us. She had found my protruding collarbones and made a pillow of them. The sheet had slid off most of her body, but wove through her legs and covered her front and shoulder. I could see the nylon rope from the past evening loosely wound around her exposed ankle. Her ass peeked from the opposite side, it was making me hard. Her knees cocked just right that her back arched slightly and her ass stuck out like an offer. I couldn't help myself. Read more »