My next door neighbor came by to ask me if he could borrow some coffee. He made some weak ass excuse saying his wife always seems to forget things that he enjoys when she goes shopping. So I invited him in, proceeded to my kitchen, reached for the coffee and before I could turn around he grabbed me around my waist and forced his mouth to my lips and began kissing me deeply. He kissed me so hard and forceful that it hurt. Believe me, the shock of his actions left me numb and somehow a little turned on by it all. He began to tell me how his thoughts about me and wanting to fuck me became more than he could suppress. He also mentioned he’s been watching my every move. Sometimes he would even peep through my window hoping to catch me naked or coming out of the shower and the thought of that really got my juices flowing. I said to him what about your wife? His response was to get down on his knees in front of me and pull my panties down as he placed hungry kisses all over my now wet pussy lips. It felt amazing and somehow we did not have to say anything else, we simply went crazy fucking each other wildly for hours. When we were both completely satisfied, he promised me he would be back. He grabbed his coffee and went home. Now I am left wondering when the next visit will be.
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Come meet your destiny tonight with a sultry, wicked cock loving freak. I aim to please all of your deep hidden desires, the ones that you secretly dream of and stroke your hard cock in hopes of someday exploring with a hot, sexy goddess. Only with me can you walk down that dark, twisted path that you so desire of having another cock to play with. See, I know all your secrets and you love the fact that I can give you all the cock you need! Just remember you are here to please only me and in turn, I will allow you to have that mouth full of cum to drink daily. So get ready to be controlled and dominated by the best. If you can with stand my special brand of fucking maybe I will allow you to drink from my cum filled cunt.
You step into the Chalet for the first time, uncertain what to expect of me. I have always been so demure over the phone, yet it makes you wonder. In the twilight, as the shadows settle around the room, you find a trail of tea-lights twinkling, leading up the staircase to the loft above. They dance like fireflies in the night sky as they beckon you upward and onward. Your heart pounds; you mind races with fantastic thoughts, horrible thoughts. What have you gotten yourself into? You steady yourself against the wall as you make your way up the stairs. You can hear soft music playing and as you reach the landing, you find yourself breathing in the seductive aroma of scented candles. Aromatic oils, and the scent of velvet and vetivier. You breath deeply and begin to relax as you scan the room for me. You find me, reclined on a red velvet chair. I’m wearing black leather boots and corsets. I am smoking a cigarette with my leg draped casually over the arm of the chair. No panties.“Come to me….” I purrr… As if transfixed your body begins to move towards me as your mind screams “NO!!”
I grab you by the hair as the smoke curls up from my blood-red lips.
“Taste me”.. I sneer, as I push your face down into my satin pussy.”And no air for you until you make honey gush from that sweet little pot!”
You feel yourself begin to tremble with excitement, with fear. Your cock begins to swell despite your best efforts to quell your urges, for fear of what I may do should I discover your stiffening secret. You soon find yourself lost in my movements, seduced my my dazzling scent. Hours or perhaps moments drift by. You cannot be certain, as I hold you captive in my pleasurable realm. I release you as the waves of my orgasm subside and push you away from me.
“Thats enough.”
You sit back on your knees, and look around the room, catching your breath, and beginning to think this may not be SO bad.
And, that’s when you spot the Goliath strap-on layed out on the bed.
You stiffen in fear, your sphincter contracts! Oh Dear God…what is THAT for? Soon, my pet! Very soon.
XOXO
Destiny
Thats right. Most of you know me as “Sweet Destiny”. Don’t be fooled, for I have a wicked side that is equally as alluring. Not cruel mind you, just demanding. Have you ever just wanted to give someone complete control? The release is astounding. To simple “be” in the presence of one who will take over, control your every thought, every move every desire, is an experience not to be missed. When was the last time you took a vacation from your reality? I invite you to tag along with me today. Your Destiny awaits you.
The touch of my downy hair returning my kiss as your soft lips brush it; the smell of soft, sexy, alluring perfume, sometimes soft, sometimes rich, always sweet, always addicting. My soft flesh pulsing inside your mouth as you suck and caress my folds, slick with my juices….your tongue plunges in, my fingers slide back, you suck rhythmically as my hips buck up off of the bed in a slow dance lead by your’ mouth and my cunt. Your chin is wet.My cunt is wet. You’re insatiable.
Love,
Your Destiny
God that sounds good
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I need it hard. I need to be fucked hard, slammed into. I need to turn up the volume on the stereo as loud as it will go so that the hard rock throbs inside my temples. I need to get on an open stretch of highway and see how high I can push the needle on that speedometer, both hands on the wheel, 90, 100, 120, 130, faster. I need to chain smoke. I need to run and run and run. I need to scream, stand on the edge of huge canyon and scream until my lungs bleed. I need to hurt. I need to break something, shatter it, hurl it against a wall. I need to be fucked.
I just need.
NEED TO BE YOUR DESTINY
I am his “little girl.” I call him “Daddy” and he calls me “little girl.” I often put my hair in pig tails and wear a schoolgirl outfit. Most often we play at the seduction… Daddy coming home from work and punishing his little girl for a call he got from my teacher or principal. He takes me over his knee and gives me a spanking, telling me that I need to be good. Dont I want to be good for Daddy? Dont I want to be Daddy’s good girl?
“Oh, yes, Daddy. I want to be good for you! Let me be your good girl!” I plead, my white cotton panties down around my knees, his hands perilously close to my sex. I am squirming on his lap, grinding against his cock while he admires the red patterns his hands made across my bottom.
“If you really want to be my good girl then you’ll do something for me. Something that Mommy won’t do. But it has to be our secret.”
My eyes get comically big, looking up at him with tears rimming my eyes. “Oh, yes, Daddy. Anything! I won’t tell!”
He tells me to get on the floor. I start to pull up my panties but he has me leave them down. I get between his legs and he looks down to see the swell of my pussy, full and open like a flower in the morning, faint traces of my dew around the tendrils of my pubic hair.
Putting his hand on my chin he says, “Daddy needs help with a problem he has. He gets these pains and the only thing that can help him is if Mommy kisses him in a certain way. But she won’t do it. Won’t you help Daddy feel better?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy. Why won’t Mommy help you?”
“She gets tired of helping Daddy. She says that Daddy hurts too often. But you won’t feel that way, will you, honey?”
“Oh, no, Daddy. I want you to feel better!”
“Good girl,” he says, leaning back and undoing his buckle. He undoes the button of his pants and lowers his zipper. His cock is straining to be free and I see the bulge of him stressing the front panel of his whitey tighties, now dappled with pre-cum.
Freeing himself he says, “This is Daddy’s penis, honey. I need you to kiss me here.”
“Oh, yes, Daddy!” I say before gently showering the head of his cock with little kisses as he holds onto the shaft, feeling his pulse throb under his fingers.
I need him to tell me what to do. I am acting innocent, so he says, “That’s good, honey. Now, lick it, like an ice cream cone.”
My kisses change to little laps as I run the tip of my tongue over him, paying special attention to the underside of the head, knowing this drives him wild. I flick, making his leg jump. “Slow down, honey. Now just put it in your mouth a bit.”
“Like this, Daddy?” I ask, sliding the head into my mouth. He loves watching himself disappear into me.
“Yes….” he moans, “Just like that.”
He feels my tongue working, sliding up and down along the underside of his cock while I suckle him with my lips. He takes my right hand off of his thigh and wraps it around his cock. “Hold it tight, baby girl, and rub up and down.”
I do this obediently and moan. “It feels so nice, Daddy. It’s so warm and it makes my mouth tingle. Am I doing it right?”
“Yes, honey. You’re doing a great job. Try to take more of it in your mouth and move your head up and down a bit.”
“Okay, Daddy…. I’ll try…. but it’s so big!“
I move my mouth over him, my lips sliding down his shaft while I ring the base with my thumb and forefinger, gently tugging at him as I slide more and more of him into my mouth.
I look up at him with big, innocent eyes as I take him deeper and deeper, pleasing him. Pleasing my Daddy. He knew what this was doing for me…. to me. He knew that if he reached down and felt my pussy that I’d be sopping wet. But that’s not part of the plan.
Sometimes he tells me that my mouth isn’t enough. Daddy needs to do something else that Mommy won’t let him do.
Other times I ask for more. “I want to do everything that Mommy does for you,” I beg. He tells me that he’ll do something close… but that his girl needs to stay a virgin.
Either way, his girl gets fucked in the ass.
But, tonight, Daddy’s little girl is bringing him closer and closer to cumming with my sweet mouth.
“Oh, yes, baby. That feels good. You’re making Daddy feel so good. Daddy’s going to give you a treat. Just keep doing that and he’ll give you some candy. Daddy’s warm, rich candy, right in your mouth,” he says, laying it on thick. I moan around him, taking him even deeper, and he finds release in that moment.
My eyes go wide again as I swallow Daddy’s load. I keep him in my mouth, suckling him gently until he tells me that I was a good girl and pats my head.
I release him and, taking me by the shoulders, he has me lean back. “Now it’s Daddy’s turn to make you feel good,” he says.
He reaches between my legs, feeling my sex slick with desire. He finds my clitoris and takes it between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing it gently.
“Oh, Daddy, that does feel nice,” I coo
“Good,” he says, rubbing my nubbin, feeling me rock against his hand. “Be sure to keep our secret and Daddy can make you feel like this all the time.”
He slips a finger inside of me, making his hand into a claw, his thumb on my clitoris, three fingers plunging inside of my pussy. His pinky he slides snugly into my anus and I gasp before driving myself farther onto it.
I was using his hand now to pleasure myself, bucking against it, his fingers going deeper inside.
“Yes, little girl. Lose control for me. Lose control for Daddy.”
I let go of an ear splitting scream as I cum on his hand. He feels my pussy gush and grasp at his fingers like a hungry mouth, the hard suckling slowing with each gasp for breath.
He finally pulls his hand free and I collapse in a heap.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I say, weakly.
He smiles and leans back, considering doing up his trousers but feeling his cock stiffening again as he looks down at his disheveled “daughter” and contemplates fucking me.
I smile to myself and think fondly of the games we play.
“Hand me the gloves,” I said. I knew how great the feeling of gloves was, as I’ve played with them on before- I thought perhaps he would enjoy the sensation. I was not very good at giving hand jobs, but perhaps with the gloves and enough lube, it would do the trick.
I pulled one on, and then the other. They were black and relatively thin compared to the non-latex ones I am used to using at work. I squeezed a liberal amount of lube on my hands, and then more on his cock. I rubbed my gloved hands together, and then grabbed his cock- immediately sliding all the lube over his shaft. Watching his body jerk, he sighed into the sensation. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. I talked to him about it, taking note of how it it felt on my hands. I could feel the weight and the ridges of his cock, but I could not feel skin. I could not feel the slide of the lube, or the warmth of his skin. It was just a cock. It could be anyones cock. Not the cock of my master. No, this could be anyone… and so could I.
I slathered the lube over his cock, down to his balls while I felt my fingers slide effortlessly. When his balls were also covered with lube, I took one in my hand. His eyes open and he looked down at me. He knew what I was thinking. He bit his lip and closed his eyes and my fingers gripped around it. Hard. Harder than I had ever done before. To the point that I usually stop, and then more. Until he winced in pain. I held my grip for long second, he held his breath. When I let go, he exhaled again. His cock was harder than it was before. I slid my hand over the other side and and repeated the action, this time speaking to him. ”You like that don’t you Master? You like it when your slut hurts you?”
His answer would be MY answer. We do not usually switch. I never TOP him, however there have been a few times when he will want that which gives him the catharsis that I get from pain. I held my grip until he closed his eyes again, “Yes Mistress.”
It was all the permission I needed.
I released his balls and grabbed his cock again. His shaft so hard and dripping onto his soft belly. I stroked him a few times and then squeezed his cock. He thrust into my fist while I grabbed his balls, one at a time, or both at the same time. Squeezing, pulling and then slapping. With each slap, he would hiss at me, or curse. ”You know how to stop me, Master.” I taunted at him, “but you like this. This is what Master wants. What he needs, right?”
“Yes Mistress” he answered again, “Yes.”
“That’s good Master, ” that’s very good. I slapped his balls, harder this time until he cursed, “Oh you fucking bitch.”
It sparked me like a match, his cock was bouncing on his stomach, now ignored by me as I was entertained by hurting him this way. Watching his responses. I pretended to ignore his insult and pulled my hands away, “Oh that’s ok Master- you aren’t going to come.”
I leaned over to kiss, biting his lip and pinching his nipple, “Don’t move. Do you hear me? And that cock had better stay hard.”
I moved off the bed before he had a chance to answer and walked to the other side of the room. I was looking in his toy bag when I came across some clamps we got at a play party. They were truly wicked. I walked back over to him and said, “Here this will keep you occupied.” I clamped one on him, and then the other- each one with him crying out and cursing. I leaned over his body and flicked his balls one last time, “Oh shut up- stop being such a baby.”
I continued looking through the toy bag, while he lie on the bed, wincing from the sharp clamps. I checked in on him when I felt it was taking too long to find what I was looking for and just as I was about to give up, I saw the shiny silver toy I was looking for along with a few other items I would use later. I sat back down on the bed just as he was starting to really wince about one of the clamps. Without warning, I pulled it off and listened to him howl.
“Ohhh, I’m sorry Daddy. Should I have warned you about that?”
He opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows at me. I however, was a bit too far gone to come back down. I rubbed his nipple roughly and said, “I wonder how it will feel down here on your balls.”
I pulled the other one off, without warning and sat between his leg, the silver plug in one hand and the evil stick that I also grabbed from the bag, “Open your legs for me, bitch.”
One at a time I put the clamps at the bottom of his ballsack. He winced in pain but that was nothing compared to the carbonite stick at the end of a small handle that I snapped against his inner thigh. He yelled out, “Oh FUCK!” but then exhaled heavily in to the stinging pain that it caused. I snapped him once more in the same area, and then twice on the other side. Each time my joy in his suffering continued. His cock was hard and dripping precum onto his stomach and he answered each sting with a proper, “Thank you Mistress.” I was drowning in Top space and drinking his reaction. His surrender. It was delicious.
When the clamps were finally removed, I told him to turn over and on all four like a good little slutboy. He turned over and I took some time to beat his ass with the cane he had beat me with just earlier that day. He moaned and melted into the pain, his groaning changing when he was close to having enough and I would change sides. I finally stopped, and told him to open his ass cheeks for me. He hesitated for just a moment until the crop came down on this thighs again. I took some lube and squirted it on his ass and then pushed the cold metal nJoy plug against him. He whispered, “oh god,” and I pushed it in. I didn’t go slow, and ignored him when he cried out in shock and a bit of pain. I jiggled the plug in his ass for a bit and asked him how it felt.
“It’s very nice Mistress,” he answered.
“Good, it’s staying in until I’m done with you. It’s heavy feeling isn’t it?”
I reached under his body and pulled his cock and his balls out so they were exposed to me between his legs. Then I went to work on him again. His balls fell victim to my contant flicking at them, squeezing them and slapping them. I stroked his cock hard while torturing his balls and threatening to take the evil stick to them. His cock was dripping all over the bed and he was trying to thrust into my gloved hands, but I would not allow it. ”No slut, this is about my pleasure, not yours.”
“Yes Mistress.”
Do you think I’m a bitch, you little slut? When I treat you this way? When I hurt your balls like this? Do you think I’m a bitch?”
“No Mistress.” he said muffled into the pillow.
I squeezed his balls hard in both hands, so hard that I took a sick pleasure in watching him squirm and hearing him groan, “Don’t you fucking lie to me. Don’t you ever lie to me. Tell me what you are thinking, slut!”
He turned his head sideways and the words spilled out between gritted teeth, “Yes, you are such a fucking bitch. You fucking little cunt bitch!”
I released his balls from my grip and then flicked at them once more, “Was THAT so hard? Turn over!” I commanded of him.
He turned over and I sat once more between his legs. Taking care to pinch his nipples, squeeze his balls and slap his cock with my gloved hands. I took more lube and poured it over my hands, the thin slick lube coated his cock and ball as I started to stroke him. His body melted and alternated between pleasure and pain as I jerked his cock and slapped his balls at the same time. Continually he would say the words to me, “Mistress, you are a fucking bitch.”
It turned me on- pushing him to call me names. Such a proper gentleman does not say such things but after a few times the dirty insults became just as exciting for him to say. I forced him to talk to me, “Tell me all the dirty things going on in your mind, slut, or I will beat your balls with the evil stick until they bleed.”
“Oh Mistress. Please. Please make me come. Fucking bitch, hurt me. Make me hurt for you. God I am going to fuck you up so bad. Fuck, please Mistress- please can I come. Please? Oh God.”
He was rambling like a drunk cheerleader on prom night. He wanted everything. He was his own hazy headspace and I owned every ounce of his pleasure. I made him wait until the urgency subsided and his poor hurt balls and cock had lessened their hope of release. ”Come for me now- before I change my mind.”
I used both hands and jerked his cock just a touch slower than what I knew would make him come. His cock was dripping with precum and he was thrusting into my hands, “Now bitch or I’m going to change my mind. Hurry the fuck up!” He struggled and cursed at me- the pressure becoming too much for him as I taunted him, “Oh maybe you can’t do it with that metal plug up your slut ass. Maybe you just don’t GET to come tonight!”
“Fuck no!” he pleaded with me, “Oh fuck oh fuck!!” his body fought him but he couldn’t orgasm, not with me in his head. I pulled my hands away and left him gasping for air and thrusting his cock into the air, “please…. mistress… please.”
I climbed on all fours, “Fuck my ass bitch- and you had better wait for me to come before you do.” He came up behind me, “And don’t you even think about hitting me or pulling my hair. You fuck my ass like a good little bitch and don’t come until I say so. Do you understand?”
He pushed his well lubed cock up to my ass and I pushed back on him, my tight hole fucking his cock. He immediately lay on me and started thrusting hard. I came very quickly, rubbing my clit between my legs. When I was done he crashed down on top of my body, thrusting and fucking as if he was going right through my body. All the while pleading with me, “Please Mistress. Can I come for you Mistress, please. Oh god please.”
Finally relenting, I said to him, “Try again bitch. Come for me now.”
He thrust hard into my ass, I could feel his legs shaking and he was building to the moment. I felt his body movement, the way he positioned his legs. He wanted to come so bad, my beautiful Master who was making such a a delicious bottom for my pleasure.
“Hurry up before I change my mind.”
“Oh God no, please.” He thrust harder, but the pressure was a mind fuck. It threw off his concentration.
“Come on bitch. I’m going to change my mind. I’m fucking done with you. You better come now.”
“Oh fuck,” he groaned out, his thrusts so hard I could feel my ass stretching and tearing, “Oh fuckfuckfuck…”
I pushed my hand between my leg again, “You better fucking hurry because when I’m done coming- it’s over for you?…
“No Mistress please!”
“…I’m going to come all over my fingers and go to sleep…”
“Please don’t stop me!”
“…oh fuck yes. Fuck me harder! Come in my ass, right fucking now you bitch. Fill my ass!!”
“Oh God… god… fuck.. fuckfuck you fucking bitch.” he was thrusting hard and fast but to no avail.
He collapsed on me, defeated, just as I said, “That’s enough slut.”
He fell to my side, exhausted but still looking quite satisfied. I don’t know that his goal was to have an orgasm as much as he wanted the release. Even Master wants a time out sometimes and he trusts me to give him what he needs. The gloves came off and I dropped them to the floor and quietly I got off the bed and came back to clean him up. I took great pleasure in cleaning all the lube off of him. I removed the plug, cleaned it, and then dried his skin with a towel and some honey dust powder. He lay mostly quiet, watching me work, smiling and saying only, “Thank you Pet,” when I was done.
He pulled me into his arms and held me for long moments. He kissed me repeatedly while I stroked his hair and brought him back down to me. He relaxed in my arms and let his strength grow as my submission moved back into place. We didn’t speak, just kissed and cuddled and shifted back into our roles. It’s fun to play sometimes, but this is who we are. Where we both feel strong and secure.
Sometimes, I feel submissive, others Very dominating.
Call me, and cum explore Your Destiny
. . .If he stood in the center of the ring, he had the perfect view of her pussy: the tight tangerine fabric clinging to her crotch, the tiny bulge of labia, the occasional wet spot. He was alone, practicing his new act, when she walked in and climbed the ladder to the trapeze. She untied the trapeze, clasped the bar, swung out, and did a number of positions as she swung back and forth. He followed her motions, watching her closely. He held his breath a few times. He had never seen an aerialist practice without a partner. After she climbed down, she smiled at him as she passed by. He wanted to ask her questions. Where was she from? Why was she practicing alone? But all he could do was offer her the banana cream pie he had been spinning on his finger. She dipped her finger in the cream, smelled it, sucked it slowly. Then she disappeared behind the red velvet curtains.
Would you let her walk away?
OR
Would you follow Your’ Destiny
Intrigued and fascinated
Just the thought of a man’s cock inside
The feeling
The visual in my mind, as it slides in and out
Do you feel my wetness?
Does it turn you on, to look down and see this?
Does it make you harder?
As you fuck me
Let me play with my clit
Yes Yes it feels good
The touch of my fingers and you fucking me
Do you like what you see?
Does my moans and cries get your juices going?
Would you like me to orgasm?
You know what gets me going. Fill me up and make me cum.
Cum feel you Destiny,
XOXOXO
