Read Part 1 if you’re so inclined. Or don’t. I don’t fucking own you. *Kisses* – D.R.
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“Cry out all you want in frustration but remember that fuckholes don’t cum."
I was stunned, paralyzed, glued to the floor. Both my hands and feet were planted firmly on the ground and I listened to him remove his clothes. I saw everything upside down.
He surprised me with a swift strike against my ass with his belt. Because I was bent over, the skin on my ass was nice and taught, increasing the pain.
"Didn’t see that one coming, did you, fuckhole?"
"No, Daddy."
"Good, good. I’m going to use that dirty little pussy hole of yours to get my cock wet to fuck your ass. Less chance you’ll enjoy it that way. I wouldn’t want a useless fuckhole like you to enjoy yourself while I’m getting my pleasure. Now stand up."
He bent me over the arm of the couch and spread my feet so that I was wide open and exposed.
He rammed two fingers into my pussy, then three, hard and fast. I cried out. At first, the sensation was surprise and a little pain. The pain started to feel good and it spread through me until he suddenly stopped just as quickly as he started. He began spreading the wetness to my ass, first loosening the outside and then probing it.
"Oh, too bad, babygirl. Too bad you’ve never cum from anal. You’ve gotten so close, though. Guess this is going to be really frustrating, huh?"
His fingers entered me deeper and he worked them in and out of my tight little ass.
"Looks like you’re going to be all wet in that hole I won’t be using. That’s good because you’re not going to cum tonight. You’re just going to be nice and frustrated. Isn’t that right, babygirl?"
"Yes, Daddy.”
He smeared additional wetness on my ass and his fingers went in even deeper.
“I’m going to enjoy this. I’m going to enjoy all this pleasure I’ll get out of your holes while watching you suffer, not able to cum. I’m going to cum deep in your tight little ass. Then I might reward you by letting you suck my cock clean. Do you like that, babygirl?"
"Yes, Daddy.”
“What are you to me?”
“I’m your fuckhole.”
“What’s that? Speak up. I didn’t hear you.”
“I’m your fuckhole, Daddy.”
“And what don’t fuckholes do?” he asked.
“Fuckholes don’t cum."
"Very good.”
He pulled his fingers out of me and stepped away. I remained paralyzed, glued to the side of this couch.
I felt his cock press against my tight opening before piercing its way in. I gasped at the sudden intrusion. It hurt at first and I gasped. He began by moving slowly, deliberately. His motions were shallow and small and soon the pain gave way to a new kind of pain, a burning pleasure that spread from my ass to my pussy.
I sucked air and moaned, my mouth buried into a pillow, my face rubbed raw. My drool covered my face and the rough acrylic texture of the pillow.
“You like pleasing me, babygirl? You like pleasing a man knowing he’s so much better than you?"
My blood boiled.
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good, good. But let’s not make this any easier for you.”
He reached his hands underneath me and gently rolled my nipples between his fingers. I screeched because the sensation went straight to my pussy.
“I bet you want to please your betters, don’t you, fuckhole?”
“Yes…”
“And what don’t fuckholes do?"
"Fuckholes don’t cum."
Tag: queue
Cheerleading practice was long over, though Emma’s workout was only just beginning.
She hadn’t expected to be asked to come over to Annie’s house, though she jumped at the opportunity to bridge the gap between her biggest rival on the team. Since being picked, Emma had felt much resentment from her team-mates, particularly from Annie; she was unsure whether it was her looks, her acrobatic ability, or the strong bond she alone had already sprung with the coach.
She was just a newcomer, though these girls saw her as a threat, they wanted to show her where she stands.
Under the pretence of wanting to bridge the gap between them, Annie had invited Emma back to her house after training. Little did Emma know that Annie had invited another friend over, both with the same intentions… both waiting patiently for their prey.
The moment Emma entered the bedroom she was surprised to see Tory there as well. Before Emma could ask what it was that they both wanted to talk to her about, Annie pulled her towards them; while the door was behind her and escape was still possible, Emma stayed still, as if trapped by the intense gazes of the two girls before her. Even though she was fully clothed, Emma felt so on display to the pair of girls in front of her, yet her embarrassment was not going to end there. Tory and Annie began to comment on how tightly the outfit fit Emma, taking delight in watching her squirm in embarrassment at the revelation of being the subject of such lustful thoughts. They tried to pour as much imagery into Emma’s mind as possible, from the way every team member watches her arch her back in every routine as if baring her body to the world to gaze at and touch, to the way they hold her in split lifts, as if parting her thighs to every spectator to gaze at the slender curve between her legs, all with one thought in mind. Blushing, Emma stood awkwardly; the images in her own mind overcoming her while Annie moved in closer.
Bad phrasing, say midam and sex marathon. (//O////O//)
The occasions when Michael lets Adam top, Adam responds so enthusiastically that it usually ends in utter exhaustion for both of them. Today, Michael also made the mistake of opening himself up before Adam got home, and since he doesn’t do it often, he couldn’t stop himself from coming, twice, on just his fingers.
He regrets it now, despite how good this feels- he’s folded practically in half, Adam’s hands steadying his legs as he pounds in- because alongside the pleasure is the nagging, burning pain, telling him he needs to stop, he doesn’t have it in him to come again. He ignores it, just keeps murmuring, “Yeah, like that, that’s it, oh, Adam,” until his throat is as sore as his cock.
He comes again before Adam does, cock twitching weakly, spurting a pathetic few drops onto his abdomen, and Adam pulls out, makes to finish on his own. Michael grabs his arm. “No! Keep going!” He insists, and Adam does.
Getting hard again is a painful, slow process, but he’s determined. Adam likes to take care of him, will be concerned about causing him any discomfort, and chances are, if he can’t prove with his body that he wants Adam to keep going, he’ll stop. So, he angles his hips just right for Adam’s cockhead to strike his prostate on every thrust. It hurts a little, but it’s not an entirely bad pain. He slides a hand between their sweat-covered bodies, starts stripping his cock in time with Adam’s rhythm, ignoring how much the oversensitivity hurts- if he just keeps going, he can do this, he’s sure of it.
He does get hard again, eventually, focusing on the needy, desperate sensation rather than the painful one. He’s red faced and panting, but he does it. Not a moment too soon, either, because Adam’s face is scrunching up, his hips are stuttering, and Michael feels the warm wet inside him that indicates Adam has finished.
He keeps going though, cock growing soft. A hand joins Michael’s on his own cock, stroking harder, faster, and together, they pull one last orgasm out of him. He comes dry, shaking, cock clenching around nothing, body jerking and profanities pulled from his lips by the overwhelming too-muchness of it all.
He collapses back to the bed, breathing hard, lets Adam stroke a soothing hand through his hair and press a gentle kiss to his lips. He drifts off to sleep in the middle of the afternoon.
~I hope this was what you wanted! Thanks for the request!~
Gamer Domme: Lazy Sunday Teases
Firstly, let’s look at how amazing his ass is. Let’s just take a moment out of our day to appreciate what a fantastic ass he has and how good it looks in a tight, black skirt.
Moving on…
Yesterday morning, after an amazing night of orgasms, I got pretty horny from thinking about the…
You want to cum, don’t you baby. Every moment, you think you’ve had more than you can stand, and yet I somehow continue to add even more to your arousal. Taking you to the very edge, then holding you there… teasing you, whispering stories in your ear that suggest what might be coming next… or might not be.
So close.
One lick from my warm, soft tongue, looking up into your eyes, would be enough to bring your entire body down in a full-body orgasm, every last muscle pulling together to wrack you blissfully hard. The tip of my cock, stretching your opening just a tiny bit, would put you over the edge, and in the avalanche, I’d feel your spasming pussy clench me wildly, kissing the tip of my cock over and over again in a frenzy. Whatever I decide to do to you next, no matter how outlandish, how new and different, or no matter how ordinary — like warm, brackish water to the lips of someone who has just crossed the desert, whatever I choose to give you will be the best sex you’ve ever had. You will love it.
So. Close.
You lost the ability to form coherent sentences several minutes ago. Your wetness is almost unbelievable, spread thickly over your mound, your thighs, everywhere… and still it issues forth visibly from you like a fountain. Your pussy aches terribly for release. Not just your pussy… your entire body, every muscle, straining to wrest control back from me, to pull loose from your restraints and give yourself what you so desperately need like the air you breathe.
Nuh-uh, baby.
Not. Yet.
Dear Lord… it has been a long while.
As every woman should be touched!
Oh my.
“This is your fantasy? We just masturbate?”
“Not exactly… uh… we do this for like an hour, but we don’t cum.”
“Then what?”
“Then we get dressed and make out.”
“Ah, ok. That’s kinda kinky. I get it.”
“Maybe, maybe not. I want you to get close. So close you can’t stand it. But don’t go over.”
“Ahh. I don’t know if I can do that. When I get close I can’t make myself stop…”
“Sure you can. It’s hard. The harder it is, the more it will turn me on. Look, you said anything I want… I want this.”
“Ok, ok. But you can’t come either then.”
“Didn’t plan to. I want it to almost hurt. I want to be desperate, and the more we suffer, the more turned on I’ll get. You can do it. I’ll make it up to you when it’s your turn tomorrow.”
“Oh, so you mean to drive me crazy and we don’t cum at all today? ! “
“Uh. Uh huh. Oh god.”
“Oh, and just the thought is driving you crazy already?”
“Yes!”
“Ok. Oh I’m so wet now. Ok. You should know before hand then. Tomorrow, I’m going to tie you up. I’m going to sit on your face, and I’m going to cum, and I’m not going to let you.”
“Oh. Oh.” The poor girl had to stop immediately.
“Ok. Here I go.” She started in earnest, flicking and rubbing frantically. Then she stopped. “Oh. So close. So close. Oh.”
“Uh. What did I get myself into? This might be too much.”
“No, you love this. Ok, let’s get really close together this time.”
“I’m already close!”
“Then go slow. Here we go.”
yes sir.: Disobedience
I had a little fantasy floating around my head today that I told Sir… I’m all too giddy not to share. I’d love to live this one through.
You order me to get on your bed, so I jump up and curl up into a ball at the foot of your bed. You sit at the head of the bed, and quietly say, “Kitten,…
yes sir.: Deprived – Part 2
I become even more attuned to the pounding of my heart resonating in my ears – every couple thumps sounded out, and it felt like the minutes dragged on for years. Finally, I felt a cold, slimy touch between my pussy lips. A tongue, previously doused in ice, no doubt, was feeling its way around my…
Nice and Slow
‘No, kitten, just sit there,’ you say, sitting back on the balls of your feet, opposite me. I had made to nuzzle the crotch of your jeans, as I always do when I want to suck, but you pushed me gently back by the shoulders. ‘I want to watch you. Sit back, sit straight, like that. Perfect.’
I sat, crosslegged, with the most innocent look I could muster on my face. Still fully clothed, I had no idea what he wanted from me. Surely I don’t look… pleasurable, just like this?
‘My wonderful, adorable little kitten,’ he sighed, shifting to one side and leaning back against the wall. You had both legs slightly ajar, and I couldn’t help but stare at the point in your jeans where I knew your dick would be; I wanted desperately to toy with you, to get you hard.
‘I wanna play,’ I whined, but you shook your head.
Random Tidbits: Double feature
The theater’s lights dimmed and I nervously pulled at my dress, inhaling sharply, a moan escaped my lips and I nervously glanced at him anticipating him to be angry. Instead he smiled and looked at me. His smile turned into a cold stare and he demanded: “Lift up your dress. I want to check if you…
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