Don’t you wish your daughter was a lot like me? It’s okay to admit it, to me at least. I won’t tell anybody about all the dirty things we like to talk about, all the games we like to play. Remember the first time you found me playing with mommy’s vibrator and fucking myself with it hard and fast? That’s when you knew your little girl was ready to have a real, thick, throbbing cock forcing open her tight, tiny pink folds while you looked down at her little body opening up for daddy’s cock. I’d write more about it, but right now, I have to go play with myself. Me soooooo horny!!Don’t you wish your daughter was a lot like me? It’s okay to admit it, to me at least. I won’t tell anybody about all the dirty things we like to talk about, all the games we like to play. Remember the first time you found me playing with mommy’s vibrator and fucking myself with it hard and fast? That’s when you knew your little girl was ready to have a real, thick, throbbing cock forcing open her tight, tiny pink folds while you looked down at her little body opening up for daddy’s cock. I’d write more about it, but right now, I have to go play with myself. Me soooooo horny!!
Ahhhh, my pretty pets…Momma went A shoppin for ya today!!! Aret you a happy bunch of Fuckers now???? Did you see what I got you??? Oh will we be having a time this weekend! I magine having your ass spred with that giant spec, hog-tied and helpless….rubber headgear firmly in place while I run my sensory deprivation tool over your….ahhhhh well, we will just leave THAT prickly part out for now, wont we?[snicker]
SICK AND ALWAYS TWISTED 
Open up, sweetie, it’s morning.
Her whisper wakes me, and I feel the pressure of what she has chosen for me today. A large phallus against my anus, facing inwards from the leather briefs I will wear all day.
Please, does it have to be so big today? I’m sore.
Please don’t question me, dear. You will need to be instantly obedient today, it’s very important to me. And you know how you can forget. This will keep your mind focused. Especially since I have not used anything to make it easier for you.
A firm, remorseless thrust, and the phallus enters me. No lubricant. Serious pain. Silence from my lips. I know better. There is no talking. No complaining. No whining. Silence. She knows exactly how hard it is for me. And she knows that sometimes I will fail.
Failure means welts and bruises at our house. A deliberate, thorough session with the cane and paddle. Crying will be required, but will not be sufficient to prove remorse. She will expect creative, satisfying displays of brokenness to assure her that I am utterly defeated, and that the pain in my heart will go on for some time.
She removes yesterday’s panties from my face, where they have been firmly in place since the previous evening’s lights out. The vaginal and anal areas covering my nose and mouth, the elastic holding the panties in place on my head. I am bereft when they are taken away. But I hope that later I might be allowed more than a cotton reflection of her.
Slavery suits me, I feel it deeply. I crave her authority, and her physical dominance of me. She outranks me.
To be close to her breasts, to meld my open mouth with her glorious vagina, to offer myself to the primal humiliating power of her bottom. My suffering, her pleasure. It is the central concern of our household. When she hits me, when she methodically sets about to make me sad, taking me further down than I knew I could survive. These are times I deeply and darkly crave. Every time she hurts me, I wish only for her to acquire more power over me through her expression of it.
Now it is time for her morning toilet, and time for me to serve her intimately. She sits down on the toilet, and I take my place kneeling in front of her, hands in my lap, eyes down. When she has finished urinating, she edges forward, knees apart, and takes me by the hair, firmly bringing my face to where it is required. I carefully and devotedly clean her vagina, lapping thoroughly to be sure that all traces are removed.
I make way for her as she stands up, turns, and puts her hands on the back of the toilet, feet apart, bent over. I place my tongue against her anus, and freshen her after a night of sleep. She is quite clean, for I serve her well, but the musk of her anus still has its powerful humiliating effect on me, and I am flushed, aroused, reminded of my status.
As she brushes her teeth, I kneel quietly, wondering what she has planned for me today, hoping and fearing that it will be difficult for me.
It turns out that today is shopping day. I am handed a list. While she is at work, I am to obtain everything on the list, and I am instructed to make the experience as devastating as possible for myself. One item on the list I know will be unobtainable: “Condoms — extra small.” But I know that I will go to the pharmacy, seek out the female attendant behind the counter, and ask in a clear voice for extra small condoms, making sure to experience the amusement and pity on her face, not avoiding the pain it causes me.
She also requires new panties. I am to spend a minimum of one hour selecting them, asking questions of the female staff at the boutique store at the mall: about materials, comfort, laundry care. I am to make it clear that I am responsible for the care of my wife’s underthings, and let my shame and awkwardness show to the young, pretty women who will doubtless answer my questions with increasing impatience and revulsion.
I must also go to the small specialty grocery nearby, and ask for difficult to obtain items for my wife’s dinner, explaining how angry she will be if I fail to deliver. My fear and panic at the impossibility of fulfilling her wishes must be conveyed.
Finally, I must buy a new set of jewelry for my penis and nipples. All the jewelry I wear on my most sensitive parts must be attractive but also functional — it must include a ring of some kind with which to attach me to the various places she may wish to keep me at home. The rings also serve as a means of amusement or punishment. When a three stranded chain is attached to all three rings, and then to a leash, she is able to control me very easily, causing serious pain and panic with a sharp tug. Or I may simply be attached to hardware in the wall for a beating.
The involuntary spasms I experience when the cane lands lead to a second, almost as intense pain as I pull away from the wall. I try so very hard to keep still when I am punished, which I know pleases her. It is analogous to her cherished game of making me keep silence while she hurts me — the common thread is that I am not allowed any means of releasing my suffering, but must keep it all in, letting it do its pervasive damage to my heart and mind.
I am hers. Today will be a hard day, and I am grateful for it.
I never realized just what a slut I was until today. I was shopping as I normally do during the week and I found this cute little outfit and had decided to try it on. Short mini skirt, skin tight top, and some 5 inch fuck me heels. I had just slipped it on and walked to the big viewing mirror when I noticed this guy watching me. He was looking so hard I swear I could feel the heat from his dick. I smiled and went back in to change when the door suddenly swung open and there he was standing there cock in hand and ordering me to fuck. I was stunned, but didn’t resist. He grabbed my leg and pushed it up over his shoulder and with one swift move he was deep inside my cunt. He fucked that cock up into me so hard I was cumming on his third stroke in.
He shot his load, zipped his pants and he was gone as quick as he came. I am a whore. I didn’t even buy the outfit. I had a huge cum stain on it.
Always fucks & sucks,
Jade
How does one say good-bye to a passion that was all consuming? How does one let another go who has truly understood them? How can I release you into the arms of another?
Yet, I know I must. I have no other option, do I? We were a fleeting moment in time. A strong surge of passion never to be forgotten and never to be denied. But now, you belong to some one else. You wear her ring, and she wears yours. I must find the strength to move on and find the one I can share that passion with again. Have I found him? Is he the one in my life now? I have to believe this is true, not for my own sanity but because I know that you would want this. I know you would want me to be happy and fulfilled, as I do you. I take comfort in that, my heart.
But how does one resist the memories that come flooding back? The shared passions, the words of endearment, the gifts shared and treasured? With time, I suppose – for both of us. I know I am still in your thoughts and in your heart, as you are in mine. I hope a friendship has been forged that will enable us to forever face the future as confidants. Hopefully, through life’s ups and downs, we can retain that measure of friendship and sharing. Hopefully we can come to grow into a different type of relationship. A relationship that is honest and clean and pure and pleasurable.
Ah, but those nights of hearing your voice is something my brain will not forget. I hear you sometimes, in the quiet of the nights. When I lie awake in my empty bed and dream of what was and what might have been. I think back on those nights when our phones connected us to each other, when our passions were ignited by our words and cries of pleasure. Some might say that wasn’t real. Maybe it wasn’t. But the pleasure certainly was, wasn’t it?
You know, there is one night I remember so very clearly. I wonder if you do as well? Have you forgotten, my heart? Or does that night still ring clearly in your mind. As you lie awake at night. Next to your sleeping wife. Your passion having gone unmet for the time being. Do you think of such things, I wonder?
Remember that night in October? The phones pressed against our ears, the light conversation that filled the first few moments of our time together. You told me of your day, and I told you of mine. We encouraged each other in the days ahead. Lying there in the dim light of my room, on my bed with the slight breeze blowing in from the window. Feeling the caress of the breeze against my skin and shivering. But was the shiver from the breeze or from your voice?
The tone of your voice changed, and I knew what is to follow. Your voice grew husky, your need evident in the way you called me your pet. You asked me to stroke my nipples and to tell you how they felt. Stiff and hard, the skin puckered to my touch. I described this to you and I heard the sound of pleasure in your voice. I ran my fingers over my breasts and felt their heaviness. I described the round firmness of my breasts to you and you asked me to squeeze and pinch and slap until I cried my pleasure into the phone.
Then you asked me to produce a dildo. “Fill yourself” you told me. You wanted me to stuff my pussy with the artificial meat of my plastic toy. I reached into the drawer by my bed and produced my dildo – eight inches of flexible firm plastic and ran it along my slick slit. Your instructions were plain to not have me push the toy into myself just yet. Just run it along my pussy and let me feel my wetness. My groans let you know how willing I was to follow your instructions and how much pleasure I derived from it.
“Shove that fake cock between your lips, my slut,” came the sound of your voice over the phone.
I placed the toy between my lips, tasting the slightly salty taste of my pussy as I did so. Following the instructions of your voice, I slipped the dildo further between my lips until the toy reached the back of my throat. I hear your voice coming in short gasps and I know your fist is moving fast along your cock. I shove the dildo further into my throat until I gag, and your delight in this is unmistakable. You tell me to keep doing this. Keep ramming the dildo down my throat, imagining it is your cock pushing its way into my mouth. I felt my pussy grow wet and so ready to be entered and fucked. I wanted to tell you this, but I could only moan through my pleasure.
“Yes, my fuckslut,” your voice comes across the miles, “that’s it. Suck that dildo, choke on that fake cock as if it were my own.”
I run my tongue over the plastic and feel the contours of the toy. In my mind, I imagine it is your cock between my lips and sliding across my tongue. I gag occasionally, yet your words of happiness makes me continue, makes me want to seek out that happiness and joy.
“Now, slut, take that cock from your mouth and place it at the entrance to your pussy,” you voice is husky with your lust.
I slide the cock from my lips and place it against the folds of my pussy. Your instructions are clear: ram the toy deep into my pussy, at least five inches, in one motion. My pussy is wet enough and aching to be filled. I rammed the toy deep inside of me, gasping with pleasure as I did so. I hear your voice of pleasure come to me and I know that your hand has increased its rhythm on your cock. I imagined your cock filling me and fucking me. I imagined your body above mine thrusting deep into my pussy, and pressing me into the mattress.
“Get your vibrator, cockwhore,” your words simply say. “Low speed, right now!”
I rammed the fake cock deep into my pussy and reached for the vibrator. Setting it buzzing on low speed, I follow your instructions to place it on my clit. Immediately, I am consumed by waves of pleasure. I was so close to cumming. So close to crying out my pleasure. But you would not have that. Instead you chose to tease and tempt. You told me not to cum without asking permission first. As I ran the vibrator over my clit, I fucked my pussy hard. I could hear your breathing hard, could almost hear your hand sliding along the shaft of your cock. You further tempt me with words about your pre-cum oozing from your cock. You ask me if I would like to lick it off. In between gasps of pleasure, I tell you I do and I would if only I could.
Your voice tells me that I have pleased you and I find even more pleasure in this. Then, unexpectedly, you tell me to increase the speed of my vibrator. You tell me not to move it from my clit and to pound my pussy hard with the toy. Your instructions were to fuck my pussy as a man who seeks only his own pleasure, as that is how you want to fuck me. I spread my legs wide, eager to please and follow your words. I ram the cock into my pussy faster and harder. The vibrator buzzes my clit and I can feel my orgasm building within me. I squirm on my bed, consumed with pleasure.
“Master, may I cum now,” I barely breathed into the phone.
“Does my slut think she should?”
“Yes, Master, oh please. I can’t hold it back anymore. Please, Master, please!” I find myself begging, but I don’t care. I want to beg. I wanted you to hear me beg and plead for release.
“Very well, my fuckslut, you may cum. But do not remove that toy from your clit!”
I felt my legs stiffen and my orgasm building. All my concentration was focused on the toy buzzing my clit. I could hear myself moaning and crying into the phone, and I knew how much you enjoyed that. And, as always, your pleasure was my pleasure.
I cried out into the confines of my room as my orgasm overtook me. Shaking and quivering, calling out your name, I let my body find its release. I imagined you were in the same room, watching me, your hand stroking your cock and smile playing along your lips. I felt as though the convulsions of my orgasm would never cease, that I would stay at that plateau forever. Yet, slowly, softly I felt my body float back to the softness of my bed. The dildo had fallen from my pussy and lay wet and slick between my thighs. My heart was pounding in my chest, and breathing was almost impossible.
I no longer heard words from you. Rather, I heard your grunts and groans and gasps. I knew your hand was flying over your cock, the image of my body racked with my orgasm filling your mind. And I want this as much as you do. I want to hear you cum, I want to hear you explode and lose your mind to pleasure.
“Yes, baby,” I whisper into the phone. “Cum for me, baby. Let me hear you cum, let me know that your cock is exploding at the thought of filling my cunt. Imagine fucking my slick, wet pussy. Think of ramming your cock deep inside of me until I cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Think of me turning onto my stomach and spreading my ass cheeks for you, inviting you to fuck my ass, baby. You want to fuck my ass, don’t you? I know you do. You want that tight puckered hole, don’t you? You want to ram that cock of yours deep into my ass and own it and make it yours. I do, too. Own my ass, baby. Fuck it and make it yours, only yours!”
Your grunts and gasps fill my ears, and I know you are cumming. I imagine you on your bed, your cock in your fist, your jism flying up across your stomach. Your grunts are animalistic and primitive. And they filled my head and body with hot desire for you. I heard you trying to breathe, trying to control the beating of your heart. I hear your groans of slight pain as your squeeze the last of your spunk from your cock. I hear you say thank you and I smile.
Then I hear the giggle. Remember that, hon? The giggle that said it all. That you had just had an orgasm to beat all other orgasms. Did I ever tell you how much I delighted in hearing that? Perhaps so.
Then the soft talking after our bodies were sated. Murmuring how much pleasure we derived from each other and how wonderful it would be if we were to meet. Both of us becoming tired, each seeking out sleep and not yet wanting to disconnect the voice that we both yearned to hear. However, sleep would rule the night, and eventually we would murmur our good nights and seek the slumber and contentment of dreams.
Now you share that once empty bed with another. You say you still think of me, and that brings a smile to my face. I have also moved on, and as well share another man’s bed. Yet, now it is real for both of us, unlike the virtual reality we once shared. Both of us have reached happiness in our own way, but I hope to always cherish those special nights we shared. I hope you do as well.
Take care, my heart, and know your voice still haunts me when I sleep alone sometimes. It gives me comfort to think mine does you as well. Our memories will live on, and for that I am grateful. You are a special memory to me.
Hugs and Kisses
Your Angel
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. 🙂
My Daddy and I were alone one night and I could tell something was on his mind. Even at 13 I could sense when something was wrong with Daddy. I put on my cutest face and cuddled up most to him my developing tits, perky and poking out of my white shirt.
“What’s wrong Daddy?” “You seem down? Is there something I can help with?” He just sighed and smiled, “Oh Honey, you know I really miss Mommy when she is gone, she treats Daddy really well and does some special things for me.” I was confused but I knew Daddy needed my help so I gave him this offer, “Well” he hesitated but I tried to encourage him. “Awww come on Daddy I want to help.” I put on my cutest face and Daddy pulled me close to him and kissed my head.
“Ok Ashton, I’ll show you and teach you what Mommy does but you must tell no one about this, it’s our secret.” I agreed and Daddy had me undress. My young perky tits poked out and my tight little pussy was exposed. Daddy began to rub my breasts and suck my tiny nipples. He then had me get on my knees and had me unzip his pants. “Ashton baby this is one of the things Mommy does. I am going to teach you one way to please a man. Get my penis out and rub it with your hands.” I obeyed and got out Daddy’s soft cock rubbing it in my hands.
Daddy’s cock was getting so thick and hard as I was taught how to jerk his cock back and forth in my hands. As he got harder Daddy encouraged me to lick the head which I did. His pre-cum tasted so good and even though Daddy was teaching me I knew what to do instinctively. “May I take your cock in my mouth Daddy?” He nodded and showed me how to slowly take his cock in my mouth. He was so thick and hard as he filled my mouth with cock meat. I took him faster and harder as it went down my throat. He tasted so good and I took him in and out of my mouth slowly. As pre-cum hit my lips Daddy held my head in place as I sucked his cock. As he got harder and I sucked faster Daddy moaned and grunted.
Finally he pulled his cock out of my mouth and smiled. “Baby that felt soooo good but there’s one more thing to teach you.” Daddy laid me on the bed and ran his hands between my thighs. My twat was young and tight and Daddy began rubbing my sweet pussy. If felt so good as Daddy slid a finger inside my pussy. It felt so good as Daddy slid a finger in me. As my pussy got wetter Daddy prepared me to take his cock in my pussy. He put the tip of his literally had to push and it hurt so bad “OH DADDY IT HURTS DADDY …. OH GOD” I cried as Daddy got his cock inside me. Once the pain subsided I realized getting fucked felt good. He thrust deep and fast inside me his balls hitting my cunt. Daddy asked me to thrust with him as he pounded me harder and deeper. My pussy was so tight that it wasn’t long before Daddy filled my pussy with cum. As Daddy filled my pussy and moaned I swelled with pride knowing that I had satisfied Daddy just like Mommy.
I shouldn’t have to play with myself every day to get sexual relief and satisfaction? Sometimes I just have to spread my legs, reach down and rub myself. Or take my sex toy in hand, tease it around the outside and slip it slowly on the inside just to get some prolonged, meaningful pleasure. You see, I am a woman who is discovering something new about my erotic side every day. Things I want to talk about, fantasies I want to share, fiery dreams I want to make real. My body shivers and melts when I think about them. Spend some time with me and give me what I miss and hunger for. Be a man who gives as well as takes and soon you could be listening to my doing and saying things you could never imagine. I am at my best and my dirtiest when I have a real man to share my unfulfilled urges and fantasies with.
I invited my newest sissy boy to my house for the party. He didn’t know it yet but this was his show. He showed up wearing a tshirt and tight jeans. He didn’t have any underwear on and when he showed up everyone was awaiting his arrival. The women had seated themselves on the couch while the men stood in a circle. I walk my sissy boy to the middle of the room and then went and sat with my friends. “We want to watch you suck all their cocks and get us off we are going to rub our hot, wet pussies while we watch,” He looked mortified and ashamed and I reminded him he was here for our entertainment and enjoyment. And so it began. He kneeled before each man and slowly began sucking his cock before being forced to deep throat him and gag him. His job was to make every guy there cum and it didn’t matter how big he was or if he was black, white, latino or red, if he had a cock my sissy boy neede to suck him off. He took the first white cock deep in his mouth sucking him deep and hard as I began to rub my clit and slide a finger inside my cunt. It was so hot watching this man slut suck all these cocks. He’d suck one and swallow his cum, lick his fingers and start on another all while the women yelped, moaned and had powerful climaxes. My sissy sucked big black cocks and thick white ones too, as he swallowed the last man’s load I ordered him to lick his fingers and swallow all the cum. It was quite a party and I had quite the orgasms.
I can be one kinky slut!! But I also am a woman who loves to be seduced and made love to. A nice bubble bath, candlelight and some soft sensual kisses can make my pussy ache with desire!! The feel of your hands caressing my body all over paying special attention to my beautiful tits. I think it’s so erotic sharing our most intimate fantasies together. Let’s whisper our naughty secrets and desires to each other. I would love to tell you what I am doing to my naked body as you stroke your hard cock just for me! I want you to know that the moans you hear are just for you as I rub my hot, wet pussy. So, if you’re looking for somebody to play with, you’ve cum to the right place. I promise to show you a good time no matter what your pleasure might be.
