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“I love a good bet. When you said you were bragging that you could fuck for hours without cumming I just had to bite. You were soooo eager to prove it you didn’t even blink when I proposed the bet that if you came when inside of me within 30 minutes you’d be my slave for the weekend. Of course I would be yours if you could hold out.
You were a little apprehensive when I suggested I cuff you to my bed but a few sexy whispers of things you could do to me when you won combined with a few coaxing strokes outside your jeans and you relented, confidence sky-high.
Needless to say you probably enjoyed the long blowjob, and I had to laugh when you thought I’d make you cum before you were inside of me. No, no, stud. Once you realized my game, it was far too late. A few dozen trips to the edge with my swirling and fluttering tongue and you were begging to try and get out of the bet. My panties stuffed into your mouth put a stop to that at least.
Over and over my lips would suck and taunt you, pulling out just at the last moment. Once you started twitching with only one lick beneath your hyper-sensitive crown I knew you were ready.
‘Ready to last 30 minutes, stud?’ I asked, giggling. You knew you were fucked, in more ways than one. ‘Don’t worry, you’ll look cute in my panties as you clean our apartment when my roommates get home.
Your reaction and protests made me even wetter as I began lowering myself ever so slowly over your poor cock. ‘The timer starts now!’ I said, pushing you to the hilt. You thought I’d humiliate you and make you cum right away. Nono…I’m going to make this last until your voice is hoarse and your muscles fatigued. I figure that might take around…29 minutes or so”
*wink*
What would your vanilla roommates say if they heard the filthy things you said you’d do if I let you cum? Your own soaked panties in your mouth are really for your own good.
Whoa…I just felt a few hard clenches. Don’t worry, I stopped just in time again. Look at me. I’m not ready for you to cum yet.
But I’m also not ready to stop.
So drippy.
Her thighs tremble and her breath comes in gasps. Her skin is slick with sweat; it gathers at her neck and her shoulders, drips down her breasts. She’s whimpering, little hurt noises she can’t seem to stop. Her ruffled white socks itch around her ankles.
He’s going to make her come again.
His hand on her thigh steadies and holds her in place at the same time. Two fingers in her ass—he’s thrusting them faster now. He’s not even touching her clit any more. He was earlier, two—three?—orgasms ago. But she can still feel the pressure building up, up and up and up, and she pulls against it, away from it, but his hands are big, God, they’re big, and he’s not letting her get an inch, and he’s talking, telling her she’s Daddy’s filthy little girl, his fingers move impossibly faster—
With a punched-out groan, she’s coming. She drips all over his hand, all over her thighs. He lets her collapse, finally, her face pressed against the cool wood of the counter he hitched her up onto.
He keeps his fingers in her ass. “That’s six,” he says. “Shall we try for seven?”
She shakes her head, no, and he presses two fingers to her clit. “Seven it is,” he says.
Her orgasm was of no importance to him other than a treat she’d occasionally receive for good behaviour – or dozens of them in a row as a punishment.
What was of value to him was a cunt that was always wet for him, always eager to receive his cock.
A cunt that would tighten down on him with the delight of being filled after the constant, relentless edging ruined her will to defy him, resist him or even as much as prop up her own pride.
Whatever was going on in her head wasn’t relevant and had been replaced by the primal needs her body expressed, stripped of all shame and sense of propriety, whether she was rubbing her clit against the tip of his boot or begging for him to penetrate her ass at the very small chance he’d be touching her clit for the purpose of making her explode in the white light of the release she so desperately sought.
She had become the perfect good girl for him.
“Let me feel”
“Oh god Sir what if someone sees?”
“Shhhh then let then see a Man touching what is his. Now let’s see what state all that edging this afternoon has left you in”
“Oh god.”
“You didn’t clean up did you?”
“No Sir”
“Mmmm I can tell. So wet and messy. I like it. You’re doing well”
“Oh god please Sir. Oh please not there”
“Mmmmm do try to sit still baby. Control yourself. You wouldn’t want everyone to know how desperate you are not to cum now would you. Breath. Hold it back. You can do it”
“Oh god oh god please oh oh oh”
“Mmmmm good. Leave your panties down like this. Just pull down your skirt. I may wish you touch you again”
“Oh god yes Sir”
“My wet and horny little mess. Such a good girl”
(Carly and Grace’s story started here)
Fictional characters over 18. Raunchy, filthy, totally fictional smut.
Grace crawled underneath Carly’s desk, which was hard because her hands were cuffed behind her back. So she had to scooch herself awkwardly under there on her knees and then turn around.
Carly plopped down in the chair. “You’re going to have to be very good, puppy, or I don’t think you’ll get any of your homework done before Todd gets here.”
Her roommate’s legs were spread expectantly open. Grace’s leash lay on the floor. In the beginning, Carly would use the leash to lead Grace along, but now that wasn’t necessary; Grace was very good at heeling. So the leash stayed on because Grace was a puppy, not because Carly particularly needed it to control her with it. In fact, these days Carly would just loop the end of the leash under a chair leg, or hang it from a little peg on the wall, or a doorknob if she wanted to park Grace somewhere – even if Grace wasn’t otherwise bound, because she knew Grace wouldn’t dare remove the leash herself.
Grace inched forward on her knees until she was settled into place between Carly’s legs, her face in her roommate’s crotch. This was routine. Grace’s job was to motivate Carly into completing her homework, and she did that by pleasuring her roommate. Once Carly had completed her homework, Grace could start her own.
Grace’s own homework sessions weren’t nearly so pleasurable. She had to wear the breast press, for one thing, and a fat butt plug. These items were only removed when she had finished her work, so Grace always raced to finish her assignments, her breasts throbbing painfully and the butt plug distracting her.
By the time Carly finished her work, Grace’s face was flushed and sticky, and the hair around her face was straggly from attending to her roommate. In short order, she was whimpering as Carly fitted the press to her breasts and tightened the compression. She braced her hands on the chair and bent over, breathing shallowly as Carly lubed up the plug and plunged it between her bottom cheeks.
“Get cracking, puppy,” Carly said cheerily.
Grace’s breasts were swollen dark red when she finished; she whimpered with relief when Carly came to release it. The plug was pried out and replaced with one of Grace’s tails that curled upwards and was held aloft by the wire, rather than the softer ones that dangled behind her.
Carly’s boyfriend Todd was there. He squatted down in front of Grace and fondled her, his big hands reaching eagerly for her breasts that hung down so ripely beneath her.
“Hi there, puppy,” Todd cooed. His hands squeezed her sore breasts roughly, opening and closing on her naked flesh.
Grace barked in greeting. Even though she had been reintroduced to Todd weeks ago as a puppy, she was still embarrassed in his presence. But in the house, Grace was a puppy, so that was that.
Todd sat down on the floor and hauled Grace into his lap, enjoying running his hands over her wriggling, naked body. Grace sniffed and licked his face and he laughed.
“Such a good puppy,” Todd praised, tickling Grace’s clit. He reached under her and tugged on the end of her tail, which made her eyes widen and her lips form a gasp. “Oh, this is a large one.”
“Puppy likes having big tails,” Carly laughed.
“She sure does,” Todd said, fingering Grace’s wet cunt. He went back to playing with the tail-plug, pulling it out until Grace was panting because the thickest part breached her anus. Todd pulled it out even more and then plunged it back in, causing her to expel a loud grunt.
“Here, let’s get her limbs out of the way so you can play with her more,” Carly said.
Todd reluctantly released Grace, but only so the two of them could fit her limbs into the restrictive puppy bondage. Grace’s arms and legs were doubled back and encased in leather sleeves, the buckles of which were tightened. When she wore the sleeves, her hands ended up pressed against the balls of her shoulders and she had to balance on the points of her elbows and knees. The insides were thickly padded so it didn’t hurt, but it was a workout to lurch herself here and there.
Still, the sleeves did get her limbs out of the way and effectively reduced her to a creature that could only crawl on all fours. When Todd pulled her back against him, Grace’s bound limbs flopped open naturally.
“I have something for you in my pocket, puppy,” Todd told her. “Use your nose and find it!”
That was a joke, but Grace obeyed. She closed her teeth around something hard in his left pocket and pulled it out.
Carly burst out giggling. “That’s so cute!”
“It’s sort of like a bit gag here,” Todd said, showing it to her, “but it’ll do a better job keeping her quiet. Puppies love bones.”
Grace didn’t like the look of it at all, but she found herself opening her mouth for it. It was a blunt rubber gag that filled the inside of her mouth and depressed her tongue. Her lips pursed around the end of it, which was shaped like a big white bone. Straps went around her head and sealed it in.
“I’m going to die, she looks so adorable,” Carly exclaimed. “I just want to show her off to everyone.”
They made her crawl around the room. Grace hated how wet she was by the time she returned to them and was rewarded with fingers teasing her sex.
“I was thinking Grace should have a boyfriend,” Todd said suddenly.
Carly pouted. “But I’m the one who trained puppy!”
“You did a great job with Grace, babe. But I think you’re onto something here. I know a lot of guys would love to have puppy girls too. You know Riley’s girlfriend, Christina? She could really use puppy training. Hell, he’d pay you to train her and turn her into his puppy girl. So I know Matty would want Grace, and you’re the one who told me Grace’s always had a thing for him.”
“You already talked to them about this?”
Grace was barely listening to the conversation. Todd was pumping two hooked fingers into her pussy at the same time he twisted her tail-plug, and Carly’s nails were scraping at her nipples.
“Sure. Matty already told me he’d take her to get dog tags,” Todd said. “He’s really into it.“
“Well…I’ve known puppy here for so long. I would still get to play with her, wouldn’t I?” Carly asked.
“Heck yeah, of course you would.”
Grace convulsed between them, moaning around the gag, her pussy clenching on Todd’s fingers as Carly milked her nipples through the orgasm.
If you cum, you’ll be wearing the cage that’s been locked on his cock for the last month.
“But, Sir…”, he moaned, “…how am I supposed to…aaaoowhh…hold back…?”
“Maybe the first step would be to stop humping, right, boy?”, I answered grinning.
“But…god…it’s so warm…can’t stop it, please, Sir…please, may I cum?”, he begged.
“But of course, little one.”, I said. “You already got my permission. But after you came you’ll be locked with his cage as long as he can control himself. But I am sure you’d do him a favor, wouldn’t he, boy?” I now spoke to Danny who was eagerly sucking on Damiens dick in hopes of receiving his long denied freedom.
A muffled ‘Mmmhhmmm’ was his response.
“God…I think I…I’m gonna go for it…screw it…”, Danny finally moaned. He grabbed the head of Damien with both of his hands and fully thrusted into the boys throat. The sudden stimulation let the boy gag but Danny didn’t slow down. With all his effort he fucked Damiens throat, holding the surprised boy in place with his tight grip, strengthened by the denial and desperation to cum.
It didn’t take long. Danny pressed the head of his fellow boy down to his croth and let out a cry of pleasure and frustration. He knew what he got himself into at this moment.
Damiens throat worked hard as he was forced to swallow the load of many weeks. He tried to pull away but Dannys sheer will to cum was stronger than the poor boys attempts to break free.
Finally Danny released his head and Damien fell back. They both breathed heavily.
Damien was the first one who recovered. He turned to me, knelt infront of me and gave me the best puppy eyes he had.
I petted his head. “Good boy, Damien, good boy.”, I praised him.
“Thank you, Sir.”, he answered and pressed his head against my hand.
“It’s time for your reward.”, I said and pulled out the small key. His eyes got brighter and he smiled happily.
Danny still lay on the bed and was unable to react to what was going to happen.
“Now, Damien.”, I said. “You know the procedure. Clean him up properly and prepare him. Then I am going to unlock you and lock him into that cage. From this point you’ve got one free orgasm. You can ask me everytime for it. But after you came the game begins anew. You’ll be locked back as soon as you came a second time. And like I know Danny he will do everything to make you fail as soon as possible.”
“Yes, Sir, I’m looking forward to it.”, Damien grinned and crawled back to Danny to clean him carefully.
“I’ll drive you insane, Damien.”, Danny said smiling while enjoying his last moments of freedom.
“Try it.”, Damien said with a cheeky grin.
I watched them play and tease each other. Such cute, little boys.
And they’re mine.This is so sweet in the best way.
Lately Sir has taken to keeping a bag with her when we are out together. She won’t tell me what is inside of it, only that I would find out when the time is right.
Tonight we were out at a party. A small gathering of friends, talking and having a good time. Sir turns to me and tells me that it’s time to be inspected. Blushing, I kneel down before her, knees spread wide, skirt flipped up, exposing myself to Sir and our friends. Sir gently runs her outstretched finger along her toy’s pussy, careful to avoid any contact with her clit. Another finger joins, as she begins to test how readily her pussy will accept her fingers and being stretched, making a show of spreading me wide. “Acceptable” she declares and I breathe a sigh of relief. “Now turn around for me toy”. My face burns read as I comply. “I want to see you making eye contact with our guests toy.” Sir reminds me. “You need to make sure you entertain them.”
“Yes Sir” I reply, swallowing hard as her fingers begin to examine my ass.
“Spread these cheeks for me for me, and lower your chest to the ground toy.” Sir commands, as I reach back and hold myself open for her. Exposing myself more deeply to the room. I feel sir insert the tips of two fingers into my asshole, spreading it open wide for her to look inside.
“Oh dear toy…” Sir’s voice sounds heavy and disappointed and I feel my stomach sink and pussy gush. “We have been slacking too much on your cleanings lately. We are going to have to fix this right now. Go fetch my bag for me, and come back here presenting for me again.” Sir gives me a swat to spur me on.
I crawl to fetch Sir’s bag, dreading what is coming. I plead with Sir silently to not do this here, not in front of everyone, as I present the bag to her. She however, is immune.
“You know the procedure toy, get into position for me” Sir says, as she removes the restraint from the bag. “Hands between your ankles now. We know how much your cleanings turn you on, and I simply cannot trust you not to touch in that horny desperate state.”
I moan quietly that a room full of people now know that not only am I regularly forced to receive enemas, and that I will receive at least one tonight in front of them, but that unrestrained I can’t be trusted not to rub myself as they make me even more desperate, and assume the position. Being restrained like this provides full access to my ass and pussy, unable to stop anything. Unable to prevent the entire room from watching my pussy drip.
Sir places the gag in my mouth next. She believes that hearing a toy moan and make sounds is hot, however toys do not need words. She explains to the room that when she wants to know how I feel about something, she asks her pussy instead. That it’s much more honest with her than a toy could be. She tells them that in fact, it was her pussy that gave her the idea to clean me in front of all of them tonight. “I have such a wonderful desperate and needy, depraved little toy” she tells them proudly.
Next she sets about inserting the nozzle in my exposed ass, while handing the bag and tubing off to a friend to prepare. She does this outside of my reach so I have no idea which bag she brought with her, and how much torment I am in for. I suspect that if she went to this trouble, she probably brought the large one.
She makes a show of inserting the nozzle. Teasing my asshole with it. She tells me “I’m terribly sorry I haven’t been doing my job properly, and putting enough attention to my toy’s cleanings lately. This is why it’s so important that now that I have noticed we fix this negligence right here and right now. You know that you need to be clean for me to be a good toy for me. I know that this is what you need. That even as your eyes say no, that pussy of mine is dripping”. She spreads some of her dripping pussy onto my thighs, forcing me to acknowledge how turned on I am, despite the shame.
The nozzle is seated inside of me, and inflated so that it won’t go anywhere until she is ready. “I’m connecting the tubing now. We have such a lovely full bag for you here, I think this will clean you out quite nicely. I’m going to fill you very slowly tonight though slut. I want how badly you need and enjoy this to entertain us for a long time. Get ready, because here it comes”.
A moment passes and I begin to feel the first trickles inside of me. Warm and pleasant, but not nearly enough, and I squirm around in frustration and desperation, knowing that at this rate it will take forever to be filled. An hour or more, of being exposed, of being watched, of having my pussy drip in front of everyone. An hour before I’m even expected to start holding it for Sir’s pleasure and entertainment, since holding time can’t begin until everything is inside of me.
Sir announces to the room “And this round of squirming, is due to the fact that toy has realized that at this rate they will not be full for a very long time. Yes toy, it will be more than an hour. You see, despite how much it turns toy on, toy is not allowed any stimulation during filling, holding or expulsion. It is meant to be a meditation time for it. A time for toy to focus on it’s desperation, it’s needy clit, and how much its need and desperation please me. To focus on pleasing me through its desperation and submission rather than any pleasure. Then, after toy has expelled the enema and is clean, toy is thoroughly teased both anally and in my pussy, before being put away wet, desperate and dirty again. In fact toy, tonight, I brought your favorite toy with me for you to wear home.” she states excitedly, like telling a dog you brought them a treat, as she reaches into her bag and pulls out my chastity belt and two inflatable dildos. She places them in front of my head. “I’ll just leave these here for you to ponder and fantasize about while you’re filled and holding for me”. I shudder, edging from the stimulation of the enema and the force of her words alone, as the toys come into my view. “That was the reaction I thought that you’d have to that toy” She says patronizingly. “How entertaining. I think this is going to be a fun evening for us” she concludes, and then resumes talking to her friends.
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