I'm licking his cock
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Posted:May 11, 2005 11:50 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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It's hard already, and it tastes divine. He smells of sex and tastes slightly salty. I love how he tastes. I tease him for a while, just running my tongue all around him, licking that sensitive little triangle, then flicking my tongue around the tiny hole, then circling that hard ridge around the tip with the flat of my tongue. He wants more, I know it, but I'm enjoying teasing him too much. Lick lick. A tiny drop of precome appears and I greedily lap it up. I love how he tastes.
That encourages me to part my lips and slide them slowly, so slowly, down his shaft. I can't fit him in very far at first, but I wrap my lips around him and suck gently. I start to move back and forth, using my saliva to lubricate his cock till I can slide further and further down. I lick at the tip of his penis every chance I get, and take him as deeply as I can manage with every thrust. Soon he's thrusting back up at me and I'm opening my mouth wide to take him in.
I love how he tastes.
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I'm on a train
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Posted:May 10, 2005 3:08 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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It's packed, at rushhour, as usual. Hot bodies all around, trying not to jostle against each other too much. I feel a hand on my hip and assume someone's steadying themselves and doesn't realise I'm a not a handrail. But no, the hand stays there, and soon I'm aware of a pressure, very slight, running over my ass. Someone's feeling me up! I try to take a few steps forwards to make it clear I'm not a public plaything, but the hand on my hip reaches around and pulls me back. I'm pressed against a body, hot and strong, and I can feel his cock pressing into the crack of my ass. My heart starts pounding, more because I'm afraid people might see what he's doing than because I'm afraid of what he'll do. The hand moves further around, sliding between my legs. Suddenly I'm aware that my cunt is tingling, hot and wet, and I'm terribly embarassed. I don't even know who this is, it could be anyone, but he's turning me on like never before. The hand stays in my groin, pushing harder against me, fingers pressing into me, pushing the fabric of my trousers and knickers inside. I squirm, but it's not to make the hand go away, it's to feel it harder, grind into me. The other hand slips up and slowly, so very slowly, starts sliding down under the waistband of my trousers.
I freeze. It's one thing to be turned on by some guy, but quite another to let him get his fingers in there. But there's nothing I can do, if I make a scene everyone will see what he's been doing to me and think I'm a slut. I'm studying people's faces, most are bored, reading or staring out the window. I'm petrified someone will look down at his hands.
His hands. One finger has reached my knickers now, it's finding it's way in, under the fabric. I feel him press against me harder, and the hand slides right down, cupping me. I can feel his fingers slide easily across my skin and I know I'm soaking, I'm so wet it's pouring from me. His fingers rub me slowly, so teasingly, and I find myself grinding back against his hard on, wanting him to fuck me now. But he only fucks me with his fingers, he slides one in and out, just an inch or two, but it's enough to make me gasp. Without warning he thrusts two, maybe three fingers, straight up into my cunt and starts roughly finger-fucking me. I close my eyes, moan and writhe, make unintelligable noises, and I hear him whispering into my ear..
"Tell me what you want, tell me, say it.. "
"FUCK ME, oh god Fuck Me! I need you to bend me over, fill me, take me, oh Jesus Fuck!" I scream. I open my eyes, take in the horrified faces of my fellow passengers, realise the hands have gone and it was just my damn imagination again. I grow beetroot red with embarassment, and head bowed, slip towards the door into the next carriage. Maybe they didn't hear my desperate shout.
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A submissive's fantasy
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Posted:May 6, 2005 12:10 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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I walked briskly down the darkening street. I could hear heavy footsteps behind me and my pace quickened in response. A man was following me, had been since I got off the bus two stops too early. He'd been sitting across from me, staring at my body, the whole way. I'd hoped to lose him by getting off the bus. Big mistake. My heart pounded as his footsteps speeded up also. I was too afraid to break into a run, he could probably outdistance me, and doing so would let him know I knew he was there, and was scared. I wanted him to think I was meeting someone, or just about to turn off to one of the front doors on my right and slip behind the safety of a locked door. But my house was far from here.
I turned the corner and ran a little to put some distance between us, slowing back to a walk when I judged he'd reached the corner himself... but I mis-judged something badly as suddenly there was a rush of footsteps. I barely had time to push myself into a run when his body connected with mine. The force of the contact nearly knocked me clean over, and only his arm around my waist held me upright. A hand in my hair pulled me upright, I was too scared, too breathless to cry out. Hot breath against my neck... "Make a sound and I'll cut you" he said, a deep, rough drawl of a voice. I whimpered slighly and the hand in my hair tightened painfully.
"Didn't you hear me? Not. A. Sound"
I fell into petrified silence as he started pulling me into a side street. It was very dark, I tripped on the rough paving stones and he made a sound of annoyance, pulling me virtually off my feet. We struggled far back behind the houses and empty shop fronts, into a filthy alley that smelled of rotting food and piss. He spun me around and held my head so that I had to look straight into his eyes. He was much older than me, in his late fourties maybe, heavily built, scruffy looking, and he smelt of cheap whiskey, cigarettes and sweat.
"Listen to me and listen well. I am going to fuck you. I'm going to take you in every hole and there's nothing you can do to stop me. And by the end, you'll be begging for it, I promise you that. Are you wet, little girl? Are you all hot and excited?" He started pulling my short skirt up and I felt his fingers hard against my thighs. I struggled feebly to push his hand away but I wasn't strong enough.
"Don't you want me to fuck you, huh? I've got a huge cock, I bet you've never had one so big. Don't you want it in your mouth, baby doll? Don't you want me to bend you over and slide it slowly up your ass?" I whimpered, I was petrified and unsure what to do. Did he want me to answer him? He pulled his hand back and slapped me sharply across the face. My lip split a little and I tasted blood.
"Answer me when I ask you a fucking question, . Do you want me to fuck your face?"
"N... N.. No, please, please let me go! I'll give you money, I'll give you my PIN, take all my money but please let me go. OW!" He slapped me again.
"Wrong answer, bitch."
He grabbed my shirt, pulling it off in a shower of buttons. I wasn't wearing a bra and he took advantage of this to pinch and squeeze my nipples. They hardened under his rough touch.
"Oh god please stop" I whispered, so quiet I hoped he hadn't heard me. But he had. He slapped me again, on my breast this time. I winced, but wisely kept quiet.
"Speak when spoken to, , and at no other time. Do you understand?"
I nodded, and whimpered, half crying now, "Yes, yes I understand... sir"
"That's good, that's good. Call me sir, or Master, whenever you speak to me. That conveys proper respect. That'll teach you your place. Now" he said, letting me go and pushing me back against the wall of the alley. "Take off your skirt and panties." I stood for a moment, glad to be away from his rough hands and crushing hold on me. I glanced up the alley, but he blocked my way and anyhow, I knew he was faster and stronger. I'd never make it, and probably only earn more slaps and abuse. I took a deep breath.. and started pulling my skirt down. He just watched, didn't say a word. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. I stepped out of my skirt, and looked back up at him for some kind of guidence. He just stared and sucked another toke on his cigarette. So, I hooked my fingers into my panties and pulled them down. Finally he spoke, as I stood naked before him.
"So, you shave huh? That's what whores do. Whores, nymphos and porn stars, which one are you, baby doll?" I stood dumb for a moment, but realising I had been asked a question I murmered "None, none of those things. I like the way it feels. I'm just an ordinary girl" I looked up and started to cry, hoping that maybe, just maybe he'd take pity on me. He took two steps forward and slapped me hard, knocking me to my hands and knees in the filth of the alleyway.
"Wrong fucking answer, bitch! Don't contradict me, and never try to use tears to get your own way again, you hear me?!"
I half-shouted "Yes! I hear you, Master, I hear you, I will be good, Master!" I didn't want to be hit like that again.
I heard him take a deep toke on his cigarette and breathe it out into the chill night air.
"Good."
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