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Kinky KoKo lets them have it…Part 2 – The setup

We met online, which is where I do all my business these days. The Vegas brothel I learned my trade in is a distant memory. I’m very particular about my clients nowadays.

The DeWitts for example are a very nice couple, well on the outside at least. Both are quite attractive, fit and healthy. Makes a change from my days with overweight balding men with B.O. and halitosis.

As with most of these couples,they hit mid thirties, their sex life had declined and they wanted to spice it up a little. The husband had wanted the usual three way or a shot at her asshole, not very inventive but at least had some basic ideas. Wifey though, had a much, much darker set of ideas in mind and she set about finding a way to fulfill them. In part it was because, one drunken night, she’d reluctantly allowed her husband to penetrate her virgin ass. And she really hadn’t liked it. But despite her pleas to stop, he had carried on fucking her, hard, until he shot his load in her tight little ass. Then, having watched a few too many pornos, he expected a little ass to mouth action to finish things off. And he didn’t take no for answer there either.

Afterwards he apologized, the wife accepted and admitted that maybe she had liked it all just a little bit. But that darker side of her, well she wanted a little payback, and thats how she found me.

We met through an online service. A few introductory emails, an intimate IM session and then a very memorable phone call where she laid out for me exactly what she wanted. I could hear the drone of a vibrator as she breathlessly finished describing her fantasy. I have to admit, after arranging the meet and hanging up, I spent a good hour thinking about her ideas and fingering myself to a monumental climax.

Prior to “the experience” I met her in a hotel lounge. We discussed terms and talked a little, but small talk is tough when theres hard kinky sex on the table. I accepted part payment in cash and we agreed the remainder of the payment would be in her purse on the big night. As we stood to leave she leant towards me as if to hug me goodbye. Instead, out of sight of anyone nearby, she gripped my earring and hissed in my ear “Follow me to the bathroom.” The look in her eyes told me she was horny and not about to take no for an answer……..TO BE CONT’D!

The whole 9 yards~Kinky KoKo lets them have it!

Part 1 – Wakeup call

The blonde in the chair frantically blinking at me is the client. We’ll call her Wife or Wifey. She’s blinking because, like most clients on their first experience, she’s panicking early. The blink is her safe “word”.

It may be something to do with the tight latex outfit I’m wearing, the one that makes my tits look enormous. Or perhaps its the large strapon protruding from my crotch.

She’d probably be yelling “Dart!” if it weren’t for the ball-gag crushed between her heavily lipsticked lips and tied behind her head. Her brown eyes are wide open, pleading with me, the mascara beginning to run. Beads of sweat are appearing around the hairline of her expensive looking bob cut and dye job. Her perfume, like everything else about her, is expensive and to be honest, its kinda beginning to piss me off.

You’re wondering why I don’t release her, isn’t that against the rules? Well, it kinda is, but a few years of experience has taught me that this happens more often than not. And the first few times I caved in and released the client early, I either got stiffed on payment or had to reset the whole scenario so they could have a do-over..and this time they promised they wouldn’t freak out. Don’t worry, if things really go south, I’ll let her go as promised.

A little more information. She’s currently tied to a straight back chair. Hands behind her back secured with her silk scarf, legs splayed open, tied with rope around the ankle to the chair legs. Her very conservative designer cream colored blouse is hanging open revealing a very unexpected and very sexy black corset. A discrete string of pearls hangs down almost to her cleavage. Her tight black knee length skirt is split up and the side and hiked up around her waist. Looking up from her highheels, black thigh highs give way to a brief glimpse of tanned athletic thighs before more black lingerie covers her neatly trimmed pussy.

I know its neatly trimmed because I got a damn good look at it during the set up meeting for this experience.

For such a well-to-do lady, she certainly knew how to cuss up a storm as I fingered and tongue-lashed her cunt in the bathroom of a very nice hotel. Not the one we’re in now, but equally nice. I like to get to know my clients a little before the job.

A moan behind me causes her to cease blinking and shift her gaze behind my shoulder.

Her husband is coming round. I’m not concerned, he’s going to be groggy for a while. And besides, he’s strapped face down over the back of an armchair. He’s naked, apart from a full face mask that covers his head, and a gag, identical to is wifes ensuring he doesnt make too much noise. Especially later.

Strangely, his pert little buttocks are flexing rhythmically, I trace a latex clad finger over them, giggle softly and look back at the wife. She’s confused but as my finger slides down the crack of his ass and twists the exposed end of the buttplug I inserted earlier, a very decadent and knowing look flashes in her eyes.

The blinking stops and I would swear a little wet spot of anticipation just flowered in the crotch of those lovely lacey panties…..

To be continued……

Humiliation Phone sex with KOKO

Dumb ass mindless little Dick hole.

Yeah, that what you are…and everyone knows it now, even Mommy. Isnt that right bitch-boy?

Spanking that worthless shriveled little tube in the middle of your bedroom floor, you wait for her to open the door and catch you. You beg me please, to let you stop so she wont see, but your pleas fall upon deaf ears.

I laugh!

She opens the door… you are soooo close, I her you whisper”oh God…..” and I direct you to cum….cum in your own hand as your mother watches and you lick it up. I hang up on your pathetic ass as you spill your filth onto your fingers.

You sniveling whiney little piss bag… next time you can come for Daddy, Bitch!

Waiting…

I finally got tired of waiting for that pathetic little princess and had to blow off some steam. My victim, though unprepared, took the greatest pleasure in submitting to me…little whore that she was. I must admit, it wasnt as much fun as torturing poor Tiff, but it was not without its merits. I did some experimenting for my next session with the princess, and I think she will be pleasantly disturbed!! Bound, placed on the rack, sensory deprivation, save for some delicious pussy and tit pumps. I do believe she found the true meaning of her existance pleasing me.

Isn’t that right Tiff?

Jealous yet?

Miss K

Submit to me…. Fuck-tard.

Hello to all my new followers! Welcome and a gracious thank you for the following~

  1. To all the weak minded pussy boys, cuckolds, and slaves out there. Enter into my world at your own risk. I will consume you body and mind! [This means YOU Tiffany!]
  2. Oh, and fyi, I’m making him come up with the ideas as punishment too. He’d rather I just state my terms, but that would be too easy for him!
  3. Ideas for punishment welcome. The worst punishment I could give and have given to others before is to cut him off. He’d better work for it!
  4. His crime? He tried to get me out of his system, but I am not purged easily. He couldn’t get me out of his weak little mind.
  5. Now go fill your gift card , you little cum guzzler, so I can give your mangina the stretching it so rightly deserves…

Ice Princess melts in the sun

I grabbed the bottle of baby oil with shea butter and began rubbing my freshly razored legs and pussy….still dripping from stepping out of the shower. Oh it feels so good, covering the tips of my toes, up my smooth legs, my smooth pussy which has a landing strip….thin…just enough to tease…..my belly……breasts…neck…arms……fingers. There got everything covered. I hurry to put on my black bikini and sunglasses and head to the boat. I feel sexy. Ready for the 102 degree day they are calling for.

I worship the sun. So did he. His body was perfect to me. Dark hair, very muscular. I need a man who can pick me up to slide me into any position at any given moment. I could watch him work for days. I love to watch him sling a hammer, use the saw, climb up ladders….anything he did was wonderful to me. His smile was so big, perfectly straight pearly white teeth, he can flex his chest…..the feeling of nothing but muscles around you….omg. His ass was tight and only got tighter.

We had been in the sun for hours. Listening to the iPod to songs we knew were made for each other. Both bodies slick and greased up with oil. We decided it was time to go make some drinks and bring back to finish the evening sun.

He brought his blender over to my house where I had everything laid out. Peach schnapps, peach vodka, club soda, peach daiquiri mix…….and oh yeah the ice. I filled the blender with liquid ingredients then filled the rest of the way with ice. Top on then hit start. I put my fingers in his mouth to suck the licquiros off of my fingers. It was on…..

I felt his fist grab my hair and pull me into him. My eyes locked into his, so big and blue. As my tongue danced with his, I felt his erection firmly press against me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I’ve been thinking of having him all day and now was the time. The bar was the perfect height. I sat on top of the bar. My fingers now running through his hair, my pierced nipples now in his mouth, sucking and pulling. His hands rubbing my oiled back…oh I felt so good. My pussy was dripping…wanting his erect shaft. I leaned my head back closed my eyes and felt the ice start to run down my neck, down my hard nipples making the gold ring cold, to my pussy. I open my eyes only to see his dark hair and eyes looking at my black bikini bottoms covered in peach daiquiri mix.

He licked my stomach to reach the beginning of my happy trail. My bottoms were pulled down, threw on the floor, and his hard tongue begin to circle my inner thighs…The oil, his tongue, the grip…..I was in heaven. My heart was pounding, my pussy was swelling wanting to be touched…licked…..sucked. He inserted his finger into me as my lips were already spread apart…..waiting for this moment. I looked at him and smiled, he smiled back and began to burry his head in my pussy. I’ve never had my pussy ate like he did. He touched spots I never knew I had. Sucking my long lips, tonguing my hole, his thumb rubbing circles on my spot…oh god here I come again. My wetness was dripping down my thighs. I wanted him, I wanted him bad. I grab his hair and pull him to me. Kissing his full sexy lips, tasting me. I wanted his dick to go into me.

He reached over, grabbed a small piece of ice, put it into his mouth and kissed me. The warmth of our mouths melting the ice was a wonderful sensation. His hands rubbing my back, to my breast. I wanted to take him in. I slide to the edge of the bar, perfect height, see his long, erect dick and it’s pointing my way. I can’t take it any longer. I want to be filled, to get fucked. I dig my heels into his tight ass cheeks and pull him to me. Just then he inserts a piece of ice into my wet pussy and rams his dick into me as far as it will go…I immediately came. He held it in for a second, no motion, just feeling the cold inside of me…melting….oozing around his thick dick and down to my asshole. He grabbed my hair, began to kiss my face, and started thrusting. His shaved balls were banging my ass. My ass was lifted off the table only for my elbows to hold me up. He had all control. Fucking me harder and harder til I felt him swell inside me and explode.

We kiss. I take a towel and clean up. Pour our glasses of peach daiquiri and head back to the lake.

I just love hot summer days, fabulous fucks, and ice cold drinks. 🙂

Dog Training, Part 1[scratching the itch]

The following is an except from my puppy’s diary… hope you enjoy!!!
I didn’t think my ball gag would ever become comfortable and tried to catch my breath through my nose. Here, along with my butt-plug, was something else I had to gnaw on, something to keep my mind on. My Mistress provided me something for my front, as well as my rear. It made swallowing and drooling involuntary and came with straps that bit into the sides of my mouth in admonition, as an indelicate reminder more disturbing then the leggings and tail, but still no match for my groin’s itchiness. The itchiness was a beast, an abomination that kept me twitching and on the brink of doubling over.

I was beyond controlling myself for very long and would begin squirming without even realizing it. It was the bite of dog whip and yank of leash that kept bringing me back in line. My Mistress held both leashes tight and so short I was practically lifted into the air. My face and body were dripping in sweat, tears, and saliva that ended up on the floor along with my cock’s slaver. I could feel the moisture cascading down my face and body in sheets. I could feel it run in ticklish rivers, down my arms and thighs, over hills and into crevices. The constantly changing currents of warm and cold, along with my organ being eaten alive, were helping to drive me out of my mind. But my Mistress didn’t care about my misery and pulled the leashes even tighter. She’d made it clear she had every intention of keeping me as miserable as she could until I learned my place. Even now my Mistress was simply waiting for me to compose myself, which was impossible under the circumstances, but she not only understood this, she counted on it.

On top of all this, my head was now strapped into a leather contraption I’d just become aware of. I wished to keep it out of my mind, but it was so confining and had become so irritating, it was unimaginable and compelling beyond measure. My head was literally bound into a leather grating that was very tight and extremely unpleasant. There was a strap girding my forehead and there must have been at least five belts crossing my head in all, maybe as many as seven. There was a triangle of small leather straps through which my nose protruded and one that connected under my chin without interfering with my mouth. The binding ran in every which direction and pressed in from all directions. My Mistress had cinched my head tight and I felt as if my head were about to explode and I almost wished it would.

SNAP! The whip caught my buttocks again and I jumped. My mind took off and then crashed back to earth while my Mistress used the leashes to hold me in position. I no longer knew what I was doing, nor cared what was happening to me and let the leash’s dictate my posture as best they could. The itching, leashes, and dog whip were my only reference points and between their arrivals and departures I began rubbing my thighs together anew. I’d almost forgotten where I was and really didn’t care, because I was in the grips of a single desire, a craving so powerful it dominated every brain cell I had, closing my mind to anything else. I needed to catch my organ with my thighs at all costs; I needed to scratch the itch. I needed to do this so badly I was ready to do anything at all. But the dog whip came to remind me yet again.

SNAP! Its devastating bite caught my right buttocks and inside thigh. It was a slap in the face, a flash of reality that came out of the sky as a lightening bolt and hit with as much force. My Mistress kept me in line and standing obediently even though my head was spinning and tumbling in chaotic disturbances I would do anything to quell. My Mistress yanked the leashes and I lifted my head, knowing what it was she expected of me. I looked up in search of her and my tails tip, but couldn’t locate either. She yanked on my balls to lift my ass and tail higher. Since I couldn’t see very well through my tears, I relied on my Mistress for guidance.

“Come on, I’m waiting,” she said in a suddenly more pleasant voice. She yanked on my balls again and I strained to get my ass even higher. I felt the tails tip brush my forehead and tilted my head to send my nose in pursuit. I missed it again and thought I heard my Mistress giggle. I felt very much like a falling-down drunk trying to touch her nose while seeing double and reeling from Bourbon.

“Would you like me to make the itch go away fluffy,” my Mistress asked me. I shook my head yes and attempted to bark. I figured she would understand my gurgles and sprays. I felt the tails tip bounce around on my face, tickling my forehead cheeks and chin, but I had the hardest time making it meet the tip of my nose.

“Okay. First you must stand properly,” she said, and I may have wondered what it was she thought I was attempting to do, but I was only a puppy. “I promise to make all the itch go away once we get to my car,” she went on. So I followed her instructions and went on fighting the need to scratch while trying to connect nose and tail. Anything, I would do anything at this point to be rid of the itchiness; anything at all.

“Come on now, get that nose and tail together little boy and it’s off to the car and bye bye itch,” she said almost softly. She yanked on the leashes a bit and let me have another snap of the dog whip. The barbed tip caught either cheek or inside thigh, yet always spared my testicles, and for that I was thankful.

Snap!

“Get in position and I’ll make the itch go away. Come on, let’s go take care of that terrible itch right now,” she said again. The screams caused by the itching were drowning out the voice of my Mistress, and the itch was threatening to take me down again. Still I struggled to follow orders because I wanted my Mistress to make the itch go away more than anything else in the world. So I fought against overwhelming odds to keep from scratching myself as my body turned into one big itch and terrorized me to death.

Snap! Another bite brought me back in line long enough to take the short trip to the back door. As we headed down the hallway she continued to yell commands, keeping the leashes short. She almost lifted me several times but I didn’t care because the itchiness was killing me. Whenever I got to a point of failing to the itch, another snap curtailed that moment’s reflection and I crawled on to the yanks.

I think my Mistress may have gotten her biggest surprise upon reaching the back door. It was then that I jumped a little ahead. Suddenly and to her surprise I jumped up and put my front paws on the knob, pretending to turn an object I couldn’t even grip. It was her promise to relieve me of the itch when I got to her car that spurred me into this burst of action. ‘Yes, she had been right once more’, I thought to myself as her hand came to my rescue. The door opened and I went back and down with it. Yes, she’d been right again… she already had me crawling out my door and into the world entirely naked.

“Come along fluffy,” my Mistress said pulling me along beside her and out of my apartment.

The Bitch and My Bitch

Last weekends hi jinx were very fullfilling for me. When asked for a re-cap as an assignment, My subbie-slave  responded with this… I found it so eloquent, I thought I should share:

We did not come together and I would have thought it was totally spontaneous except for the predatory way you were looking at my through the evening. And the totally sophisticated way that you were asking me to refresh your drink all night. I suppose I should have gotten the hint in the way you captured my eyes and drank the whole glass of water in one long intense pass. Time and time again. From close and from across the room.

Sometime into the evening, when the party is in full swing you come up behind me and run your fingers into my hair. Clench a fist. Whisper in my ear. “Do you wish to submit my pet?” “Yes Mistress. Please Mistress.”

In your hands are my waterproof cuffs and a spreader bar. Other items I cannot see. You take me into the bathroom. Leaving the door open. You take all the items from my pants pockets and throw them into the back of the drawer. Drag me into the shower.

Very soon I find myself in wrists cuffed to the chains, ankles cuffed to the spreader bar. My pants down around my knees. My t-shirt in shreds giving you access to my naked skin. The water is flowing, hot then cold then hot. You use it as a tool. My cock and balls bound up, stretched, hard, throbbing drooling. Clips on my nipples and other places on my skin.

You are spanking me. Hanging from the chains. My wet skin and your swinging hand making loud resounding sounds in the small enclosed space. It is nasty sexy and scary. Taking your time but definetely building, building. Taking what you need. Hurting me.

All the time it is obvious it is a party. Some people try to watch, but it is awkward and intimate. Besides, it is a bathroom and people need to use it.

You leave the shower door partially open. I cannot see out, but you can and you can see who it is and what they are doing reflected in the sink mirror. You are torturing my body with your hands and my mind with your words. Taunting, teasing.

Some people entering the bathroom are not as free as others. They close and lock the door despite the fact that you are obviously doing a very intense scene in the shower. You chat with some, show me off to some. My wet naked body. My inflamed spanked ass. The obvious lust in my eyes.

Then some one catches your eye and your fancy. A Domme, or a sub, someone sexy to both of us. I may not know her, or them if they came in together the way women do.

You stop them before they do their business and offer my use to them. They accept. I think I may pass out from lust and embarrassment, hanging on the chains.

They step into the shower and join the scene. Teasing my bound cock. Twisting my nipple clamps.

You lower the clips on my wrist cuffs and force me to my knees. My arms up and hanging from the chains. Wet, stripped naked. Wild hair. Totally willing. Your hand finds the nipple clamp. Your words find my ear.

Kneeling in the steamy stall surrounded by aroused hungry female essence. I am at worship. Prepared for anything. anything.

She is standing before me, leaning back against the tile. I am too ashamed to look into her eyes. Your fist in my hair forces me. Your words slide wetly into my ear sensous and all knowing, cutting through the last of my barriers. “look into her eyes.” “you want it don’t you?” “Yes Mistress.” “Open your mouth.”

Your fist tightens in threat. I can feel my welted flushed ass against the wet rough fabric of my jeans and I believe that your threat is genuine. Your fingers twist my nipple

I open my mouth. You slide a finger in exploring. Like you own me. “Stick out your tongue.” I comply. I am shaking in your hands. Quivering with the intensity of where you are taking my mind and my body. Pain has been building in my body, the water is splashing all around me, your words are taking me deeper and deeper and what you are offering me it the ultimate intimacy, the ultimate gift. A place of fantasy desire and worship.

Her legs open and she straddles me, leaning back against the tile wall, tilting her pelvis up to open and expose herself to me. Like a temple. Like a primal watering hole. A place of profound mystery.

Your hands steady me. Her fingers open her lips. Exposing all. They are swollen with lust, wet with desire. There is an incredible extended moment. A life time of anticipation for me.

And the first trickle emerges. It runs across her fingers and breaks free, dropping hotly onto my thighs. My body jerks in response and you tighten your grip.

Another stronger stream and she guides it. Flooding my throbbing bound cock. Spurts. Hot and intense. Bathing my cock. Forcing me to see how obvious it is to all of you that I am incredibly turned on by the humiliating place I find myself. My face burns with embarrassment. I cannot hide my arousal.

Your hands force me closer. Into the stream. It splashes across my belly, across my chest. My breathing is labored. My neck. My shoulders.

Your fist in my hair guides my head twisting and turning you place me in the flow. Across my chin, my cheek. Teasing me. She stops and holds it.

“Stick out your tongue my pet.” I do. It shakes like the rest of me. “Open your mouth.” I do and we all can hear my ragged breath.

You force my head between her legs. My arms stretch with the effort. My tongue tip barely touches the spread lips of her sex. Instinctively I search out the source of her flow. and her clit above. Licking to please. She says to stop. She cannot go if she is being turned on.

I can feel your breath in my ear, your fist in my hair, your fingers on my cock and balls, your eyes watching the experience on my face.

“Hold perfectly still no matter what.” I cannot reply, my mouth open wide tongue extended in such a nasty way. I hold still in your grip quivering .

We can all feel the intensity of her trying to relax against my tongue tip. My hot breath washing waves across her naked open sex.

As the anticipation grows, you begin to hurt me. Knowing I am at the peak of my arousal you begin to take what you ultimately need. Aroused as I am I can take alot. You are impressed and pleased. Watching my struggle to maintain composure.

Tears flowing down my cheeks. Trying to hold still and make you proud and you twist and torture my flesh. If I move I lose my gift. You know how desperately I want it. I will give you anything in this moment and you take it unflinchingly.

Fearlessly.

I can sense your flight, your pleasure, your pride in me before this woman.

and the gift is mine.

Her flow begins washing hotly across my tongue tip. In that small tiny place of contact worlds of sensation come to a climax.

It splashes, overwhelming me. Across my tongue, into my mouth, across my face, washing away my tears.

Your hand finds my cock with caresses then in that moment. It takes nothing to bring me to climax.

I come, bucking and writhing at the ends of the chains. Holding my face against her, licking again to share my pleasure and gratitude.

I pass out.
When I come to, she is gone and you are standing before me. Splashing me with the water massager. “Don’t go too far my pet. It is my turn now and I want you to swallow.”

My cock rises again desperately and my eyes shine with the desire to please. On my knees I lean forward again to give you whatever you wish.

Whatever you wish Mistress.

anything.

The right to serve

My little princess is almost ready to become a full fledged slave…ALMOST

She still has some trouble listening, and following directions….I think this is a good time to begin with some small ass-ignments[lol] to help her pay some attention to detail!!

PRINCESS:

I expect you to keep in contact with me throught this site, so that others may view and comment on your progress. As I stated, you may touch your wife this week. I give your cock permission to stiffen for her.ONCE. You MUST ask her to finger your  man-gina, and she may ask why its so loose… be creative in your reply…how much it amuses me will dictate where we go from here!!

UP NEXT:

A Little Man-Scaping.

Stay Tuned, Plebs!

Mistress K

Pay to worship pig loser!

As most of you know I adore boots and shoes. Well, I have stacks of boxes laying around untouched. I keep meaning to try them all out and I planned on doing a few sets of foot fetish, boot fetish, and high heel fetish photos today. Unfortunately for you, I got a bit of a burn tanning. So, I might get around to it tomorrow. Don’t squirt in your little pink panties in excitement!!!

I have been really busy, but that’s not a bad thing. Well maybe it is, for the losers that aren’t worthy of my time… The slackers who have not kept up with their financial responsibilities have been left to hang with their limp dicks. I don’t have time to keep up with tiny dicks that need me to chase them around, like their mommies still do. To all the good boys, stay tuned for my new photo sets. You will be the first to view! I’m behind in posts, so don’t expect any special mentions for your gifts and tributes. Just know that I am enjoying them!

Kiss my ass

KOKO