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No Restrictions

It is way too fucking hot for my silky pale skin today. I guess that means you need to go hunting for me. I usually enjoy hunting and the fear in their eyes, but not at the risk of this beautiful skin.  I know you love having the gifts brought to you but you always love hearing about it when we are done so today, YOU do it.

Restrictions? Of course not unless you want a vanilla suck/fuck call then take it elsewhere. I know just what you need so man up loser and fill our shopping list. Make me happy and we will put on a little show before I let you have her to yourself. Twins perhaps?

I am Poison Ivy because you know how harmful it is but you can’t resist the pull of my deviant nature. You try but all it does is leave you with a hand full of jizz when I have far better holes to suggest. Nothing is off limits when you play with me.

Deviant Poison Ivy

Texas Heat

This is the first time my company has sent me to a hotel that hasn’t opened up yet. It is beautiful but so very quiet. Having a hotel to myself is wonderful but yet a little lonely for a playmate. The temperature is rising and it is almost 100 degrees. The pool sounds like the perfect plan right about now. My mini fridge is stocked, my lap top filled with my choice of porn and my vibe has new batteries.

What else could a woman ask for? That would be easy a playmate, of course. After my dip in pool and dinner I had a few drinks. Looking for my choice of porn squeezing my erect nipples I decided to try something I’ve never done before. Why not call for an escort? Vibes are great but a woman does need some kissing, licking and sucking.

I found a perfect site and fingered my juicy pussy while I did some “window shopping” I just couldn’t decide on a female, male or a couple. Before I could enter in my credit card there was a knock on my door and it was one of the construction men. He saw my lap top and smiled a wicked grin. Before I could attempt to explain myself he had me pushed against the glass window with his cock hard and ready.

I would love to tell you the rest but that is just making my creamy pussy ache again and I need some company. Give me a call and I promise to tell you the rest of my night.

Doing it All For Me

I adore when my cock whores and panty sluts write stories for me about our calls. It pleases me to read and post them. Pleasing me is what it is all about, is it not?

I felt like I could feel you sitting on my lap, wiggling around & doing that wicked laugh of yours knowing what you were doing to my little clit.  You leaned in so close that my nipples started to go hard (and they really did).  I loved how you did my make-up and the dress you picked out for me.  Then the scene you picked out for me to be your whore & an adoringly one, walk up to the 2 studs that you just knew (goddess magic I guess) had the longest and thickest cocks and have them follow me, right behind you, up into that private bar area.  And you seem to have one in every bar in town.  I’m sure that all the bar owners are as mesmerized by you as I am.

Then came my big moment.  I knew you could hear the strain in my voice as I answered you each time.  Then when you told your Dani that it was time for her to cum, I shot such an explosion of cum that it had to go 18 inches into the air.  I know it made quite the splash when it finally came back down.  I knew you were happy with your personal (and hopefully best) cock sucking fuck whore in your harem.

Intern Gets Steamy With Chef

I am in the middle of an eight-week internship at a Five Star beachfront hotel. I am an intern for the Catering Manager. She is beautiful and very knowledgeable. Great opportunity for me!

On the first day, she gave me a stern warning to stay out of the Head Chef’s way. He is talented and known for his intricate delicious dishes, and his temper tantrums. Also, he hates interns. He views interns as a bother and an intrusion in his kitchen.

One Saturday night, I was onsite for a very beautiful, large wedding reception. The Head Chef carefully orchestrated the dinner behind the scenes to perfection. I watched the staff prepare each course. I watched the guests savor each bite.

Back in the kitchen, I watched from the shadows in awe. The Head Chef is a handsome man and he commanded the respect from his staff as he barked out each command. His staff responded “Yes, Chef!” to each command. I was so impressed with his talent and leadership skills. I also wanted a taste of this truly masterful decadent strawberry and dark chocolate cake dessert that was the final touch for those who wanted something sweet besides wedding cake.

The meal was over and the staff was cleaning up the rest of the kitchen. I thought the Head Chef had left the kitchen for a well-deserved break. I moved from the shadows and started a conversation with the Sous Chef. I graciously praised the staff for the beautiful meal. I passed on the compliments from the guests, and especially the bride and her family. The Chef blushed and thanked me for the feedback. The Sous Chef asked I had had a chance to eat anything. I said that I was working but I did ask if there was any way I could have a taste of that dessert, if I could lick the bowl or something. I made the kitchen staff laugh, but then the room got very quiet. The Head Chef walked back into the kitchen and heard my request to lick the bowl.

Oh Damn! I was afraid that I was going to be fired on the spot and have to repeat this internship all over again at a different hotel.  I was warned that to stay out of his way and here I asking for taste, asking if I could lick the bowl. He must be so mad, so insulted.

Everyone was afraid to speak. The Head Chef walked up to me. He looked me up and down. Oh, I felt naked as I stood in my evening gown, feeling so vulnerable.  His dark eyes pierced my heart. He sensed my fear and took pity on me. He said to the Sous Chef, “Get this pretty lady, the lovely intern, Isabelle, my dessert from the walk in. I can’t deny a request from this raven beauty.”

Everyone was stunned. I was shocked that he had taken the time to learn my name. I was afraid it was a cruel joke and he was making fun of me, but the Sous Chef grabbed the only remaining dessert and walked towards me carefully carrying the plated dessert saved for the Head Chef. Just as he was ready to hand it to me, the Head Chef grabbed the plate.

Ok, here it goes. I am done for now! He holds the dessert in front of me, letting me catch an aroma of the chocolate ganache cake and perfectly ripened strawberry dessert. “So you like chocolate, my dear?”

Before I could answer, he said, “This dessert really needs champagne.” He sent for a beautiful bottle of champagne and asked the rest of the staff if their duties were complete for the night.  That was his way of telling them to leave for the night.

Now it was just him and me with a beautiful dessert and expensive champagne. He popped the bottle open and poured us each a glass. I wanted to say something but my words failed me. He took a fork to the decadent dessert and fed it to me. It was the most delicious thing that I have ever tasted. It was like a little orgasm in my mouth. He was pleased that I was in love with his desert. He brought the glass of champagne to my lips and told me to take a sip. Next, Chef picked up the whole strawberry and brought it to my lips. He compared the red strawberry to the color of my lips. Then, I took a big bite. Before I could swallow the strawberry, he placed a kiss on my lips. His kiss was as hot as his kitchen. I grabbed him around his waist, and I finally spoke my first words, “Fuck me, Chef. Right here in your kitchen!”

The Becoming

I spend most of my time sitting on the sidewalk reading Poppy Z Brite. My end of the city is dark and rather deserted with just a few locals.  Would I habitat in any other surroundings? For months I have noticed a silver Lexus driving slowly by staring at me. Every day there he is driving slowly trying to be inconspicuous. He catches my piercing eyes then away he goes.

Yesterday was different though as he finally got the nerve to park and go into the rundown coffee shop I hang in front of. Immediately a homeless man came up to him and offered to watch his car for a few dollars. Yes, it is that kind of part of town. Mr Lexus I will call him, gave the man some money and he ran off. Mr Lexus entered the coffee shop, ordered one from the run down counter and sat in one of the old ripped seats and sipped his coffee.

I came in and sat down next to him. Well? He looked at me with fear and lust. Staring at my fishnet covered legs wondering why the parts where my skin showed were still so pale he seemed to have lost his voice. How do I know this? I just do. He jumped when he felt my leg against his cold, yet hot with a burning sensation. I could smell his fear which made his heart pump faster releasing the smell of copper from his jugular. “You don’t want to be here, it isn’t a nice place plus the sun coming in through the window is hurting my eyes”, I whispered. I told him to come with me.

We drove down the pot holed streets till we came to a bar just as rundown and dingy as the coffee shop. I took his hand and we sat in a booth. Tamara came from behind the bar handing him something on the rocks and me “tomato juice”. We talked a little and I told him he needed something to loosen up. He was mine, my victim and whatever else I wanted to do with him. I handed him a pill and told him to put it under his tongue. He said he never used any drugs but if I wanted him to take LSD he would. It was hitting him fast and he paid Tamara and we left. I told him his car would be fine and my haven was just a block away. We walked down an alley to an old door. He entered and between the LSD and me he was dumbstruck. What did he see and what was real? The mirrors were broken, there were some antiques and some trapping of a woman child all crowded in a small room.

I told him I held his life in my delicate pale hand as I wrapped it around his pulsating neck. The smell almost made me take him right then. No, I knew I must wait. I slowly cut off his clothes warning him to not move or I would cut him accidently. He laid on my tattered stained sheets without being told as I restrained his wrists to my bed. I left into the bathroom and returned in a sheer white wedding nightgown. I straddled him and licked his neck and he moaned quietly. I explained to him that I knew he was stalking me but I also had him followed and knew his whole life. That, was about to change as he said he would give himself to me fully. Yes, I owned Mr Lexus now. I told him my demands and the first being a new place to live. The Lsd was wearing off and I made it clear once I drink and let him partake he will go through horrid withdrawals if he doesn’t please me. I found his puffy, sweet jugular and bit down hard drinking till I was full. He passed out for hours.

When he awoke Tamara and I were kissing sharing his blood and waiting to see if he was worthy. With me riding his cock, Tamara sucking blood from his thigh vein I had him lick his first taste of 200 year old absinthe off my perfect boobs. Days had passed and it was time for him to prove himself by hunting with us. How did he do? Ah, I am hungry and that is a story for another day as our his life is either just beginning or ending.

Vampiress Ivy

Writer’s Block

I had a case of writer’s block. I could not think of a hot blog to post here.

I was hoping for inspiration and I found it at a little restaurant where I could eat a great salad and have a glass of wine.  I picked a little table outside with a beautiful view of the water.

I wanted to feel sexy. I wore a black pencil skirt, blouse, sexy bra, and pantyhose. (no panties, I never wear panties under my pantyhose)

I saw a guy sitting with a woman that I suspect was his wife. I caught him staring at my legs. Of course, after that I had to start teasing him. I sat back in my chair and crossed my sexy legs. I let one of my black pumps dangle from my toes. I saw him gasp, but his wife did not notice. I watched him put his hand in his lap while his wife was babbling about some mundane topic. He was rubbing his cock through his pants. I turned him on. He tried to look away but he kept looking at me. I know that he wanted to grab me, bend me over the table, rip a hole in my pantyhose and fuck me right there.

He excused himself from the table. You and I both know what he was doing in the restroom to himself.

Well that man couldn’t fuck me, but you can…so let’s set up a hot fuck session.

Kisses,

Brynna

Storm Leads to One Hot Night

I am such a Beach Girl. School has become stressful and I wanted to relax at the beach. Yesterday late in the day, I had a few hours, so I took my books and bikini to the beach. Needed to feel that sun on my skin and I needed to check out all the hot guys. I knew it was going to rain, but I love the beach before a rain. I took a chance that the worst of the storm would stay north of Miami.

Instead of studying, I fell asleep on the beach. I awoke as someone was tapping my bare shoulder. He was a sexy man that was warning me of an approaching storm. The sky had become grey and there was a distant rumbling of thunder in the distance. He invited me to his condo right off the beach to wait out the storm.

I thanked him. We grabbed my stuff and ran off for his place. We got inside the building just as it started to storm. He had a great conversation and discovered we both love to travel. He showed me photos of his travels. I was sitting there in my little red bikini and a pair of shorts. He asked me to join him for dinner. It was the first time a man cooked for me. It was delicious hot and spicy dinner. I was becoming more and more attracted to this man by the moment. After dinner, I was helping with the dishes and we kissed over a sink of dirty dishes.

That kiss made me so weak. I needed more, so much more. We ended up fucking right there in his kitchen, and then the bedroom. I spent the night with him. It was one hot night!

Isabelle

Taking the Bus

I’m a bit of an exhibitionist. Even when I was younger, I always had to be the center of attention, always had to have all eyes on me. So it made sense that, when I discovered sex, I was all about the idea of the risk of getting caught. I’d go out without panties all the time, I’d masturbate at the movies, I’d flash strangers on the street as they drove by. One day, I was riding the bus home, when a man got on at one of the stops, sitting across from me. Fuck, he was gorgeous. The sort who would make me cream my panties (if I had been wearing any, of course). As the bus started moving again, I crossed and uncrossed my legs, giving him brief glances of my bare pussy. I had fun teasing him the whole ride, until I reached my stop. I got up and flashed him a little smile, before getting off the bus, heading down the street. And then, out of nowhere, a hand wrapped around my arm, pulling me into an alley. It was the stranger from the bus, and it seemed that he had liked my little show… He pulled me deeper into the alley, until we were just barely hidden from view, but where anyone who happened to look in would be able to see us. He pressed me up against the wall, and I could hear him unzipping his pants, fishing out his cock. I didn’t see it, but I certainly felt it as he pressed it against my pussy, and I spread my legs for him, so he could push it inside. Fuck, it felt so good! I made half an effort to stifle my moans as he rode me, but not a full effort; again, the thrill of being seen, of some passerby seeing me getting fucked like a bitch in heat in an alleyway, was too great to ignore. I hoped that it would go on forever, but all good things must come to an end. He pulled out of me, and spun me around, forcing me down, until I was face-to-face with his cock, still wet with my juices. He pushed the head into my mouth as he came painting my tongue with his sticky cum. All but the last shot, though. For that, he pulled out, and angled his cock, so that I got a shot of his jizz right across my cheek. He gave me a smile, tucked his cock back into his pants, and was on his way, like nothing had happened. I somehow pulled myself together, but I didn’t even wipe my face. I exited the alley, wearing his cum on my face like a trophy, proud of my status as a public-use slut.

“Black Magic Woman”

Got a black magic woman
Got a black magic woman.

I got a black magic woman
Got me so blind I can’t see
That she’s a black magic woman
She’s tryin’ to make a devil out of me.

How many months has it been now that I have been your assistant?  I know everything about you, your family but most of all your desire for me. I want more so much more than to just be your assistant. I want total control of you and your Law Firm. You notice my clothes are getting sexier every day. Not trashy but just outright elegant, classy and erotic. You think to ask me about it, but why ruin the show.

It is time to send your wife on a little trip to someplace nice where she will not be in my way. I plan it all and you both think she won a trip for a week. After work we talk about what each of us is doing for dinner. You can’t help but stare with me wearing a long tight black skirt, black stockings, a rather see through blouse and shiny patent stilettos. Wondering what is underneath, are you?
Turn your back on me baby
Turn your back on me baby.

Yes, don’t turn your back on me baby
Stop messin’ eround with your tricks
Don’t turn your back on me baby
You just might pick up my magic sticks

I show up at your house and threaten to punish you for the bag on the table from Burger King. I fix us both a glass of white wine and notice your  hands are shaking but when I brush my hand against yours the shaking stops immediately.  I tell you I knew you needed checking up on and that it is time we had a little chat. I sit across from you crossing and uncrossing my long toned legs. You just stare with your mouth almost open. I slowly get up and take off my blouse. Your eyes are glued to me as I make you admit your feeling for me. Once you start you can’t stop with the months of love and lust for me pouring out of your hungry mouth. Next comes off my super tight skirt, I tease you removing it painfully slow. You belong to me now.

Got your spell on me baby
Got your spell on me baby.

Yes you got your spell on me baby
Turning my heart into stone
I need you so bad – magic woman
I can’t leave you alone.

Your mouth goes for my beautiful copper nipples and you suck like it is your last meal. “Now do you belong too”, I ask wickedly. Again you mumble your love for me and lust. I pick up your phone and begin to call your wife. You ask me if she is safe, that is all you want to know. I tell you she is and that your whole world know revolves around me. You can’t hold back and you pull me on your throbbing cock. I allow you to cum knowing you are now mine.

Pretty Pantie Boy

He comes into the room in his purple panties.

“I’m your pantie-boy, and I’m ready Mistress.”

“Yes you are. Now, let’s get you dressed up.”

“Oh yes, Mistress.”

I go to the dresser and pull out the purple matching bra and silicone tits. His eyes light up, he loves when I slip the bra on him, close it in the back and then put those tits in it.

“Feels good, huh?”

“Oh yes, Mistress-thank you.”

“You’re welcome…I want you in thigh-highs. I want you extra sexy for me today.”

I go back to the dresser and pull out his new garter-belt and sheer black thigh-highs and his eyes light up.

“Step into the garter-belt, that’s it. Good…Let’s adjust it just right. Perfect. Now, give me your right foot and point your toes, good boy.”

I pull the stalking up his leg, over his calf and knee and all the way up his thigh and he moans.

“Oh that feels so good, so soft.”

“I know, and you look so sexy, now I’ll clip the front and then the back.”

As I do this, I stroke his inner thigh and he moans again.

“Give me your left foot now, that’s it…All the way up…Very nice.”

I clip the front and the back of the garter on his left leg and straighten everything so it looks perfect.

“How does that feel?”

“So good Mistress, I love it so much.”

“I do too, you look so damn sexy…Now you need high heels. Go get me your new pair.”

He goes to the closet and pulls his new black opened toed heels out and walks back over to me and puts them in my hands.

“Sit.”

He sits down in the chair and I motion for him to lift his leg, he places his right foot in my hand and I rub on it a little bit before I slip the sexy high heel on it.

I do the same with his left foot, putting on his sexy high heel.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“You’re welcome. Now lets see how sexy you can walk in them.”

“Yes Mistress. Like this? I put one foot in front of the other and shake my hips back and forth? Am I doing a good job?”

“Yes, a very good job. You’ve been practicing, haven’t you?”

“Yes, I have Mistress. I want to look perfect for you.”

“That’s a good boy. Come here and bend over.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

He walks over slowly and bends over in front of me and I slap his left ass cheek, then his right and again right in the middle of his ass. He jumps and moans.

“Oh that feels so good, Mistress. You know just what to do to me.”

“Yes, I do. Now, let’s finish getting you dressed and ready for me.”

And I see him quiver.

“How about a dress today? Go get me your newest favorite.”

“Yes, Mistress. I have a new wrap dress.”

“Ohhhh, I love wrap dresses. Very nice. Bring it to me.”

He walks to the closet and pulls out a black, sleeveless black dress.

“Do you like it, Mistress?”

“I do. Let me see it, come here.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

He walks back, swinging his hips, pointing his toes and looking so excited and pretty…I take the dress from him and he lifts his arms as I pull it over them and wrap the dress around him and then tie it on the left side.

“Very, very sexy. You’re beginning to look better and better.”

“Oh thank you, Mistress.”

“Now, it’s time for your hair and make up.”

And we both love this part, it’s almost my favorite thing-almost.

We decide on a blonde wig, it’s shoulder length and very pretty. I adjust it and brush it, and he reaches his hand up and strokes his pretty blonde hair. Then, we put on his bright red lip stick, always red.

“Pucker up for me. That’s it.” And I put the lip stick on his bottom lip and then the top.

“Very nice, now rub your hips together and pucker up for me. Very good. What a sexy little slut you are.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“You’re welcome. Now lets finish up with some black liquid eye-liner, mascara and blush.”

He stays still as I apply the makeup to his face, making little moans as I do it. When I’m finished I tell him to look in the mirror.

“There. Now you’re ready. Do you love how I’ve dressed you up?”

“Oh yes Mistress-it’s perfect. Do you think I look pretty?”

“Very, very pretty. Now you’re Brandy because you’re brand new now. Stand up.”

She does, and I motion for her to walk around.

“So, so sexy. Now go to the bed, bend over, palms on it-ass in the air.”

“Yes, Mistress. Like this?”

“Yes, perfect. Very nice. “

And I go up behind her and put my hands on her back, rubbing all the way down to her hips, feeling her garter-belt under her dress, I feel down her ass, down her legs, all the way to her shoes.

She’s moaning.

I stroke and rub all the way back up, this time going into her dress…Rubbing her inner thighs.

“Oh Mistress, my little clitty is getting hard.”

“Yeah? You’re little clitty is getting hard for me? Your pussy getting wet?”

And I lean in against her.

“Are you my little slut?”

“Yes Mistress, I’m your little slut.”

“What’s your name?”

“Brandy.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m Brandy and I’m your slut. Please fuck me, Mistress.”

“Oh, you want me to fuck you?”

And I lean over her, and put my fingers on her panties and slip my fingers into them and start rubbing and pinching her little clitty.

She moans and spreads her legs.

“You are my little slut, aren’t you? You like this? You like me making you wet and teasing your clit?”

“Yes, Mistress…Oh yes, please fuck me!”

“I love the way you beg.  Beg me. Beg me to fuck you with my strap-on.”

“Please fuck me, please fuck me with your strap-on, Mistress!”

“Hmmmmm, Yes. I love the way you beg. Such a little horny slut you are.”

“Yes, yes I am. Oh fuck me, please fuck me.”

If I had a cock it would get hard. I love seeing her bent over, ass in the air-high heels against my legs. I take my strap on in my hand and rub it between her thighs, lifting her dress, stroking her ass…I take it and rub it right on her pussy, and her ass.

“You want it badly don’t you? Want me to fuck you? Pound your pussy?”

“Yes! YES!”

“That’s fucking right. You love the way I pound you don’t you?”

“Yes, oh YES!”

“Pull your panties down. That’s it, spread yourself open. Let me see what you have for me.”

She does as I say, spreading herself open for me. I dribble spit right down her ass, as it falls down I take my cock and rub it all around. Down her ass, all the way up to her clit. She moans.

“Oh God Mistress, that feels so good. Please fuck me.” She’s pleading and moaning.

I love teasing her. I keep rubbing, up and down, feeling her clitty get so hard between my fingers. Then I take the tip of my cock and tease her ass with it. Pushing a little bit, popping the head in.

“OH YES, do it Mistress, please fuck me!”

I push it in a little more, just a couple of inches and pull and push, taking my cock in and out as I squeeze her ass.

“That’s it. Take it, take my cock you little slut!”

“Oh yes, Mistress! Yes, I love the way you fuck me. Can I push back on it?”

“You wanna push back on my big, fat, hard cock huh? You want it all the way in you, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do, I do!”

“Then do it, push back on it NOW. All the way, I want my cock all the way in you.”

And she pushes back, hard and takes the entire 9 inches. And that’s when I start fucking her, pounding her, slamming it into her as she pushes back.

“Take it! Take it! Tell me your name!”

“Brandy! Brandy! I’m your little slut, Brandy!”

“That’s it! That’s it, take it Brandy! You’re my little slut and I love fucking you and making you cum.”

“Oh yes Mistress, yes. Fuck me, fuck me. Ohhhhhh, you’re going to make me cum so hard!”

“Cum for me then, cum hard, cum for me!”

And her entire body shakes and quivers and she grunts and moans as I slam my cock into her.

“CUM NOW!”

And while my cock is deep in her, I lean over her again and grab her little clitty and squeeze and rub it hard.

“CUM RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”

I want you to cum right now too…Call Creamy Chloe