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We wake up in a room with no obvious way out. There’s no windows or doors. Just a chair, a desk, and a bed. You’re confused. I slap you and tell you to stop freaking out. Then I kiss you cause that’s what you do after you slap someone. Things are getting spicy quickly. I put your hand under my shirt and you squeeze my right tit. You move your other hand to my left tit so you’re just smooshing around and playing with both my titties in your hand. I start unbuttoning my shirt to show you them. I reveal my nipple and you flick it playfully with your finger making it perky and hard. I pull you in closer to me and start feeling around your pants looking for something hard and throbbing. I can’t find it so I unzip and wiggle my hand down there. I stroke you until you are hard. You start kissing my body. My neck, my chest, my arms, everywhere. My pussy is soaking wet producing more juice every time your lips touch my skin. She craves your touch. I take one of your hands off my tit and move it to my pussy. I’m not wearing panties and you can feel where my pussy juice has soaked through my pants. You’re curious what she feels like. What it’s like to have your fingers inside in her warm moist embrace. I start stroking your stiffy faster as you keep doing stuff I like. Finally you put your hand in my pants. You slowly insert your fingers feeling the juice run down the space between your two fingers and it runs down into your palm. You keep slowly pushing deeper and I let out a long and uncontrollable moan. You start pumping your hand faster in and out of my pussy and I’m moaning more and more. You’re going to make me cum. You start rubbing my clit with fast but controlled motions. My moans get higher and higher in pitch. My pussy is tightening, wishing there was something inside to squeeze. Suddenly a feel of cool air washes over my body and all I can feel is the sensation of my pussy walls spasming with contractions deep inside me. I can feel every centimeter of my insides enjoying pure ecstasy and I can’t control my now yelling. Ah ahhhh ahhhh ahhhhhhhoooooooooo!!! Once my yelling turns into gasps for air you slip your dick inside me. I feel warm, welcoming, slippery, and comfortable. My pussy is still contracting involuntary. There’s nothing like a pussy that just had an orgasm. It’s like a slow kiss around your dick as you slide in and out of me. “It’s your turn to cum” I say while looking at you with a smile as you pump in and out of me. I’ve given you the green light. Use me as your delicious little fuck toy. You grab my hips and thrust in and out increasing in speed. My tits are bouncing and I’m slightly shaking from the sheer force of you fucking me. I’m encouraging you. “Cum in my little pussy. Let me soak up all your cum. Don’t you want to throb in me daddy” followed by an “mmmmyes!” As I bite my lip. Your penis tip is starting dilate. You can feel you are getting closer. “Yes yes yesss cum in me daddy” I say pleading to you to let go of that big heavy load you’ve been dying to release into a glorious little fuckhole like me. You let out a groan as well as your load. Just pouring everything in your balls inside me. I can feel the warmth shoot into me and start to settle. I can feel your dick throb as it works to squeeze out the cum. You move in and out to feel the last few sensations until it’s time to rest. You bend down and kiss me pressing your lips deeply into mine and you can feel mine pushing back. We both are breathing heavy and glistening. It’s time to try and figure out how to get out of here. Or we can just wait and fuck again.

She was instructed to stand in front of the closest window that would give the neighbors the best view. Furthermore, she was instructed to explore her body and to caress her skin the way she deserved, the way in which would arouse only her. All of this of course, after she stripped of every single piece of clothing.

He wanted to share her, but more than that he wanted them to know what he had and what they could only dream of, what they could only list after from afar unless he were to invite them in closer. He watched as she stood there, in full view of anyone lucky enough to catch a glimpse. Something about how shy she played at introduced an innocence he hadn’t witnessed in the past. An innocence he looked forward to devouring later.

As she complied with his requests, he told her to touch her inner thighs as she pressed her breasts against the cold glass. Inner thighs only, no touching of her sex, no, not yet. She couldn’t quite believe how intoxicating all of it felt, how needy and yearning her pussy had become even though she’d not given it an ounce of attention. Her nipples hardened as the cold night seemed to ignore the inches of glass between her and the world. Her breath fogging the window as it quickened. Read more »

She beats him home, as was becoming commonplace most days. Running warm from the heat of summer and the humidity from the afternoon rain, she removes her cardigan and her dress slacks. She looks into the mirror and as a calmness washes over her, a small smile begins to form. Today she has some time to do as she was told. She finally removes the rest of her clothing including her panties, damp from her wandering thoughts earlier in the day. Her hands begin to survey her own skin, her own body, as if she’d never even felt it before. She’d come to find she could discover a new sensation each time if she simply got out of her own head and opened herself to the possibilities. Read more »

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Once you see how bad she is craving your cock, you order her to get back to her knees. She worships you, teasing you along her lips… Read more »

She was on a waist height table in the middle of an open room and she was kneeling on all fours. It was in an old warehouse with block walls and hopper style windows—two of which were open—they were twenty feet above the floor and ran around the perimeter of the warm space. This area was partitioned off from the rest of the warehouse by a shoddily built wall of plywood, it was painted Machine Room Gray. There was a simple light in a tarnished base hanging from its power cord above her. The cord was not swagged, it was just pushed through a hole in the plaster ceiling that looked to be made by the repeated stabbing of a screwdriver in the hand of a workman with no concern for the quality of his workmanship. Ten years of cob webs billowed about it, the light socket and the cord that is. The heat generated by the incandescent bulb caused the ambient air to rise. This set up a convection current. This is what made the cob webs move. A little micro climate was going on above us. What else in life was there that we didn’t notice, that which physics was carrying on all the time. A pair of gentlemen were walking away from her—the woman on the table on all fours. The taller one had the auction literature that he got upon paying his admission fee rolled up in his hand and he was tapping it in the palm of his other hand. The shorter bull like gentleman had a bottle of soda in his hand. Everybody—it seemed, had something in their hand. Read more »

Daddy had to go out of town for the weekend. He made arrangements for me to stay with our neighbor, old Mr. Miller.

Mr. Miller was in his late 60s or early 70s; much older than Daddy. I used to call him, “Grandpa”, and sit on his lap, when I was younger. I stopped when he started looking at me differently over the years.

“Sarah, I packed your weekend bag. Go put on the outfit I laid out in your room. Put some pretty pink bows in your hair while you’re at it.”

“Yes, Daddy!”

Daddy always chose my clothes. I was caught by surprise when I saw his favorite outfit laying on the bed.

“Hurry it up, Sarah! I gotta go soon!”

I pushed my curiosity about the outfit aside, quickly dressed, and returned to my waiting Daddy.

Daddy quickly looked me over. I could tell he was pleased.

“Good girl. Now, I expect to get a good report from Mr. Miller when I return. He’s done a lot to help us over the years. You’re to do exactly as he says. Do you understand me?” Read more »