Tag: d/s
“You don’t get to touch. You just hold those lips apart. Watch me. Watch what I’m going to do to you. Watch how I’m going to rub what’s mine. Over and over and over again. Till you’ve made a mess all over this carpet. But you’re not going to cum. Tell me why.”
“It’s not my pussy, Sir. Please, Sir. Please, please please, Sir.”
“No. I’m going to enjoy this. Watching you suffer. Watching you stay perfectly still in the desperate hope that makes you earn your orgasm sooner. You will stay still, but not till you’ve suffered much much longer. Much much longer. And why is that?”
“Because, Sir. You decide when I cum, Sir. Not me.”
“Good girl. You just keep biting that lip and holding that pretty little cunt of yours open. No more talking. Don’t ask for permission. Don’t say anything else. Nothing. Just watch. Concentrate. Understand that I am going to make you crazy. Far more desperate than you can handle. Than you’ve ever known. You don’t stand a chance.”
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It was almost cute, really, that she thought they’d let her get away with flirting with another man in front of them. They’d sent her up to the bar to fetch the next round of drinks and when a man came to stand beside her, she had spent much longer than she should have twirling her hair and giggling and looking up at him through her eyelashes. When she bit her lip and smiled, both James and Chase recognised it as her fuck-me smile. James started to stand, but Chase stopped him with a hand on his arm.
“Let her have her fun,” he said. “She’ll pay for it later.”
James relented and settled back in his seat, but when Emma returned to their table with her new-found friend following her, even Chase, usually so laid-back, had to raise his eyebrows. Emma pressed her lips together, but it did nothing to hide her trouble-making smile. “This is Matt,” she said, and god, if they had been at a BDSM club instead of a vanilla bar, Chase would have thrown her over his knee right then and there. “I needed a hand carrying our drinks.”
“Thanks, Matt,” James said, his smile dangerously polite. “We’d invite you to sit, but we need to give our girl here a talking to.”
Both of Matt’s eyebrows raised and Emma’s cheeks turned a dark pink. “Uh, sure,” Matt said. He put the drinks down and half-turned to Emma. “Can I, uh—can I give you my number?”
Emma’s gaze flicked to Chase to James and to Chase again before finally settling back on Matt. “Sure,” she said, because, oh, their girl was playing with fire tonight. “I’d like that.”
Chase smirked. He handed Matt a pen so he could scribble his number on a napkin. Matt left, with one last lingering glance at Emma. When Emma sat, Chase curled his hand around the back of her neck and squeezed. “You little fucking brat,” he said, voice pitched low and dangerous.
She blinked at him, all wide-eyed innocence. “I just needed help—”
“Don’t even try it,” he said. He took a sip of his drink, then stood up. “James, my love, I’m going to go settle the bill. Keep an eye on our girl, will you? Keep her from whoring herself around.” He bent down to kiss Emma, slow and deep. “Some little sluts just can’t seem to keep their legs shut without supervision.”
The drive home was quiet. James drove, with Chase in the front seat and Emma in the back. Chase turned the radio on, then glanced back at Emma. She had her legs tight together and her hands clasped demurely in her lap—as if that pretty little picture would fool them. “Trying to pretend you’re not a naughty little girl?” he asked softly. She bit her lip and squirmed in her seat and he turned to face forward again, grinning. James put his hand on Chase’s knee and squeezed; Chase could see a small smile playing on his lips.
The moment they got home, Chase pulled Emma to him and kissed her so hard she whimpered. He pushed his hand up the back of her short skirt and squeezed her ass. After James locked the front door, he stood behind Emma and Chase moved his hand so James could grind his cock against Emma’s ass, his hands tight on her hips.
“He wanted you,” Chase said, voice so low it was almost a growl. He nipped at Emma’s lower lip. “He wanted to fuck you, wanted to get his dick wet. You looked perfect for it, didn’t you? Short little skirt barely covering your ass.” He slapped her thigh and the sound of the smack echoed in the living room. “What did you want, baby?” He kissed her again. He kept it gentle and sweet, a mocking contrast to his words. “Did you want him to bend you over and take you? Want him to shove you onto your knees and smear your lipstick all over his cock?”
“Poor guy,” James said. “He was so sure he’d be getting lucky tonight.” He bit the side of Emma’s neck and she arched forward into Chase with a whine. “It’s not polite to tease men like that, little girl.”
“We should have let him fuck you,” Chase said. “Made you bend over and spread yourself as an apology.”
But James was shaking his head. “You keep forgetting what a slut our girl is,” he said. “She would’ve liked it too much.”
“True.” Chase stepped away from Emma and walked into the bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt on his way. “Don’t worry, I’ve got something else in mind.”
When he stepped back into the living room, he found James had stripped off Emma’s top and bra, leaving her in her slutty little skirt and heels. He squeezed one of her breasts, then, at his command, she got onto the coffee table and balanced on her hands and knees. Her tits hung heavily under her and Chase knew that if he walked behind her, her skirt wouldn’t be covering anything. “Nice choice,” he said.
James looked up and grinned when he saw what Chase was holding. “Same to you,” he said. He rubbed a hand over Emma’s back. “Look what Daddy’s got for you, babygirl.”
She raised her head and her eyes instantly fell on the plug and lube Chase was carrying. “Oh god,” she said, her voice a little girl’s whine. “No, I don’t want—Daddy, do I have to?”
Chase put two fingers under her chin and tilted it up. He pressed the tip of the plug between her lips. “Yeah, you have to,” he said. “You want to act like a slut, we’ll treat you like a slut.” He pulled the plug from her mouth and walked around behind her, where, sure enough, her pussy and ass were on full display. “And sluts get their asses plugged and fucked.”
Sir spreads my legs roughly and inspects her pussy. Probing it thoroughly, taking her time.
“I’ve decided to change the inspection procedure toy” she informs me “From now on, if you are not wet enough you will receive a ruined orgasm rather than an edging session. If you can’t stay wet enough in between teasing sessions to satisfy me, we clearly haven’t built up your desperation enough yet, and you will require regular ruins until the situation is rectified.”
I gasp audibly. Ruins make me so desperate and I feel myself get even wetter at the thought of the torment as Sir’s fingers continue to probe me.
“Of course,” Sir continued “That is a bit of a double-edged sword isn’t it, if that reaction is anything to go by. It seems like just the thought is enough to make you drio, which means that you’ll probably never need that kind of incentive, which would deny you of that desperate ache that you crave so much. Which we both know only makes it ache even worse at being denied. I guess no matter what it’s going to get a whole lot worse for you, isn’t it? Isn’t that exactly what my toy deserves?”
i know she likes to play a certain way when she dresses like this, when she flitters around the kitchen in her fancy dresses and her stockings, her hair curled over her shoulders.
and i like it too, like to watch the material fall over her hips and the playful sway of that perfect ass. and i feel big and butch, a little mean, but only like this – it’s still tender, and i catch her smile before i catch her around the hips.
“hmm, you’re my good little housewife aren’t you?” i ask, and feel under her skirt. no underwear, of course, prepared like i am. except where she has nothing under her clothes, i packed an extra something.
she’s wet already. either from warming herself up before i got home, or just from dressing up and feeling warm under my stare.
either way, it gets me hot. she scarcely murmurs her affirmative reply before i bend her over the table.
“that’s it, be a lady,” i tease, pushing her legs apart and unbuckling my belt. she tenses but makes a happy noise at the clinking sound, and that sound turns to a pleased hum when i run my fingers into her hair. i gather a few soft curls, fist sharply at the scalp, and hold her hips steady. i wet my hand and run it over my cock, then nudge the head against the lips of her pussy.
“is this what you wanted?” i ask, and slide right in, because i know the answer. she gasps and huffs and i know she clenches around me by the sound she makes and how she arches her back. “such a good little housewife, taking care of me, and taking my cock when i need her to, hm?”
she does take me, every inch, and she grips the table edge and makes a slew of pretty noises while i fuck her. it’s not enough to get me off, not at this vantage, and i know she needs to rub her clit to finish. but it’s fun anyway, and i know it makes her feel so achingly good, to hit those sweet places she can’t reach on her own.
i jerk up her hips so her toes barely touch the ground. she’s in my complete control, that soft pussy stuffed so full of unrelenting and forever hard butch cock. i could stay inside her all night, happily fucking away until she was come-drunk and achey and clawing at the table.
but i want to come. i’m so close, my cock driving hard against me with every deep push inside her. a few more strokes and i slip out, much to her whimpering protestation.
“shhhh, none of that,” i whisper sweetly, and lift her up, kissing along her neck. “on your knees, love. you just look so pretty. i want to see your face and come in that pretty mouth. no, you don’t need to talk, just nod okay.”
she does nod, and sinks easily to her knees, still a bit wobbly from fucking. i sit back on the discarded kitchen chair and part my knees so she can fit between. my cock is slick with her wetness, and the sight of it bobbing near her mouth almost makes me come, just like that.
but i want to hold out, make it fun for her too, play our game. so i grab my phone and tell her i have some e-mails to check, some bills to look over, some statements to read. to be a good girl and suck my cock while i work.
i keep a hand on my thigh and scroll my phone with the other. that free hand soon jumps into her hair, because she always takes me just right. i look down at her, her perfect pink lips stretched around my wet cock. she moans just a little and looks up at me with those gorgeous eyes, her gaze heady and hot. i’m sure i return the expression, cursing and squeezing my phone tight.
“that’s it,” i say, knowing i’m close, “keep sucking, baby. that’s my pretty little housewife.”
she moans again and i echo the sound, bucking my hips instinctively when i come for her. my cock bobs further past her lips but she takes it, her eyes glittery and lips a beautiful ravaged red when i finally slip out.
“fuck,” i curse again, and slip my foot under her. i nudge her bare pussy with my boot and she makes another pretty sound. “get yourself off, baby, let me see you come.” i know she already has my boot soaked, and she glides over the leather easily, holding my leg and looking up at me. her cheeks are flushed and her hair is messy, and god i want to kiss her.
i play our game for now, and reach down to tear open her dress. there are more pretty sounds from somewhere low in her throat as she grinds down on me, her hips moving back and forth. her eyes close as i lower the torn dress and her bra straps, letting her tits spill out for me to play with. i tug and pinch and caress, just this side of mean, and i run my thumb over a few pretty love marks from last time.
“hmm, these tits are all mine, aren’t they, baby?” i ask, swirling over her nipples, pinching a love bite.
she nods, bucking her hips quicker.
“and that sweet pussy too, hmm? pretty thing.” i reach for my phone again. “rub my cock for me sweetheart, and smile up here. i want something to watch when i go away for work.” whether i actually record or not is irrelevant, just the thought that i’m capturing every moment gets her wetter, gets her closer. i can hear it from the hitch in her breath and the way she moves her hips. and she looks up in the camera, biting her bottom lip, a hand jerking unevenly over my cock, because it never goes soft. hmm, no, that stays right there till we’re done playing.
“you gonna come for me, sweetheart?” i ask, and she nods, nods again. it turns a little frantic and her eyes close, and her lips part, and i know she’s so close. “that’s it, baby, you look so pretty on my camera, come for me. i want something to show my friends when they try to tell me their pretty little wives are better.”
she comes at that, though she knows i’d never do any such thing. but she comes and comes, grabbing my leg with both hands and shuddering while her pussy pulses against my boot. she gasps and whimpers, then rests her head on my knee when it starts to slow.
i tuck my strap away and zip back up, then put my phone down. i take a few moments to just run my fingers through her hair while she coos and sighs against my thigh.
“wanna come up here?” i ask after giving her that moment, and she looks up at me and smiles.
she nods and i hold out my arms, help her up, then hold her in my lap. she snuggles in as our game comes to a slow end, and i finally kiss her the way we both want.
While prepping Ember’s ass for a night of solid ass fucking, I decided to use the front end. It wasn’t doing anything important.
(starring @yesemberposts, don’t remove her credit)
That’s a good girl. Let go and accept your body is no longer yours to control. Tonight, we go further. I’m going to make you more desperate to cum than ever. First, by whispering in your ear how I can feel how badly you need it, how long its been, how good it’d feel to release and let your orgasm crash through you. All the while fucking you in your favorite position, my cock hitting those oh-so-good spots that make your normally innocent lips shout, “Fuck!” When I feel you tense up and start to squeeze, I stop and my hands begin to move, finding your wet, swollen clit and rubbing just like you like. It doesn’t take long and I feel you stretch out before trying to get me to fuck you.
“Ahh, ah,” I tease. “You won’t be able to resist both.”
As I feel your clit twitching I carefully move my hand away, spreading your lips with my fingers and keeping your clit exposed.
Then I start fucking you again. You won’t be able to last as long as last time. I feel you moaning again.
“Please!” you shout, beautifully desperate.
I just smile into your ear.
“No.”
You’re at the edge again. Again I stop my hips and resume my fingers. You can take even less circling.
Soon…it won’t be long now…you’ll only be able to take a couple thrusts, then a couple circles.
And I intend to go back and forth between them, edging your pussy and clit without mercy, until you break.
Then I’ll give you both at the same time.
Slowly.
Gently.
But always stopping just short.
We’re not there yet…
My cock starts again. Harder.
think you can have an attitude and still get to cum? that’s cute. you’ll be getting fucked until you’re a senseless mess, until i spank your ass bright red, until you’re so wet your panties and your sheets are ruined, until you can’t say anything else but “please”- because god knows even after all that it still won’t be enough for a little slut like you.
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