Wicked Wednesday – 304 – (A Guard and His Princess…Again)

 

Several months and many arguments later, Adrienne’s father agreed that while she was a princess and would be required to act as such, she was free to live her life as she saw fit provided she brought no shame to them or theirs. Her duties were few and she often conducted them in her own unique ways that only endeared her to people the world over. It seemed that her disappearance and subsequent reappearance was taken in stride and despite the gossip rags best speculations, nothing was ever released on the matter.

Gordon Abbot returned to his duties as just another guard, albeit one with a knack for finding missing objects. He spoke to no one about his time with the Princess. He still saw her from time to time, her hair back to its natural mahogany shade, her blue eyes seemingly happy, but they did not speak. Oh how he wanted to though, just to whisper “Hello, Kitten.” as they passed one another in a hallway. He wondered what she would do if he did it. How she would react. Would it stop her in her tracks? Would she blush remembering the time they shared together? Or would she just move on? That last question was part of what kept him quiet, between that and propriety he knew he wouldn’t say a word. But oh how he missed her.

Adrienne missed him as well. She found herself wishing she knew where he lived when he wasn’t working. She wondered if she could find out, could reach him without the whole palace finding out; casual dalliances would be somewhat unseemly even for the headstrong and willful princess that she was. She cried herself to sleep many nights, wondering what could have been.

Until, once again, fate and circumstance threw Adrienne and Gordon together. She would be going abroad, this time for diplomatic reasons, but after her last disappearance her father decided that having a bodyguard to keep her in check was a good idea and who better than the one who had brought her home to him. Both of them wondered what this trip might hold. They were stiff and formal in front of her family as they left, but once on the plane, the pair began to relax. Slowly they began to chat and Gordon explained more of the backstory behind the trafficking ring she’d found herself caught up in. She found the details to be incredibly terrifying and hoped aloud that she never ended up in a situation like that again. “Not on my watch Princess.” And they were both reminded of what had happened just after he called her that for the very first time.

Suddenly she leaned into him and dared to kiss the side of his neck and along his jawline. Gordon’s eyes closed and his voice was dangerously soft, “You really shouldn’t do that Princess.” “Are you going to stop me?” In response he turned his head towards her and found her lips hotly, urgently, the pent up passion of many months bubbling over. They spent the rest of the plane ride holding on to one another, sharing kisses and touches, and talking about the months previous. He laughed when he realized she was wearing those damn boots again. When the pilot announced they would be landing they pulled apart, reluctantly, and Adrienne smoothed her hair and reapplied lipstick that had long ago been kissed off. She became every inch the polished princess once more. And Gordon tried to push the image of her in nothing but her boots out of his mind.
The landing and trip to the hotel was uneventful, her initial diplomatic meetings bored her, but were quite successful, and she couldn’t wait to finally unwind and relax, hopefully in Gordon’s arms. They hadn’t spoken in hours, except for very cursory exchanges in public and wouldn’t be able to speak freely until Gordon had her safely ensconced in the hotel where the entire top suite was hers for the trip. Upon their arrival he insisted upon searching the entire suite for anything amiss and finally agreed with the impatient Adrienne that nothing was out of place.

Then and only then were they free once more. Adrienne had no idea just how Gordon would react to her actions so before he could even think to stop her she was nude save a tiny thong and barely there bra. She gave a little spin on her tip toes and then stood facing him, her chin lifted in the slightest of challenges. Gordon stared for a long moment before crossing the room to crush her in his embrace. Their lips met again, no less hungry than before and soon he he had stripped of the tiny encumbrances she wore before stopping to remove his own clothes. They fell into bed together and Gordon quickly found himself between her thighs tasting her the way a starving man first tastes food. She writhed beneath him, tangling her hands in his hair and cried out as she came for him. He slid up the bed now and pressing his weight into her, spoke, “Do you want me to fuck you Princess?” “Please fuck me, Sir.” Her voice was soft, but not meek, and there was a sparkle in her eyes that he loved to see. It was something he hadn’t seen in her at all until they were back together.

So he fucked her. Gently at first, teasing her, moving slowly and deliberately while she clung to his shoulders and begged him for more. “That’s right Kitten. Beg for me.” And with his words he felt her body spasm uncontrollably, but not quite reach that peak; that was when he drove his cock inside of her as she begged him to fuck her. Her pretty pussy didn’t want to let go of him and she was gasping for breath. He growled and tangled his fingers in her hair tilting her head back to kiss her neck and shoulders before pulling her back to look at him. “Come for me.” Adrienne cried out his name as she did.

He spanked her til her ass was on fire, she sucked him off. They fucked again and he took her ass while she fingered herself. They played the night away until, finally, exhausted they fell asleep again tangled in each other. Adrienne’s last coherent thought was that if doing this felt so right and was so good then why was it wrong? Just as his eyes closed Gordon wondered if he should tell her that he loved her.

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Hayden watched Sadie’s face as she orgasmed one more time from having his fist buried deep in her dripping cunt. She moaned deeply and pressed her body into his hand. She wanted more. They both knew it. And he was happy to give her more. He fucked her harder just how she liked while she held a bullet vibe against her clit. He could feel her body relaxing and she took a little more of him inside of her. The feeling made her moan. “You’re such a greedy girl aren’t you? You still want more because this just isn’t enough is it my pretty little slut?” “More,” she half begged, “Please, more.”

He began to fist her slowly again, more deliberately, pushing as deep as he could without hurting her, hitting all the delicious spots that made her writhe and buck against him. She began to move faster, fucking herself on his hand and moaning quietly. Yet another orgasm tore through her and still it wasn’t enough. She began to whimper and actually beg this time and Hayden stopped her. “Sadie. Do you really want more? “Yes…please…more,” she panted between words unable to catch her breathe as she kept moving her hips against him.

The fingers of his other hand were slick with lube and he rubbed gently at her asshole. “Do you want this? Do you want me to fuck your ass while I have entire hand in your cunt?” “Ohhhh god yes!” Sadie’s eyes fluttered closed and he felt her clench tightly around him as she came simply thinking about the idea of getting her ass finger fucked at the same time. He smiled at her reaction and kissed the side of her leg. “Remember, you’re in charge here. I don’t want to hurt you, but I want you to listen to me. I’m going to gently push and I want you to bear down.” Sadie’s eyes flew wide open as she looked at him in slight horror. Ass play was new to her and she had definite concerns about making a mess. He kissed her leg again and murmured softly, “Relax.”

And again Hayden’s fingers began to rub at the puckered skin slowly, letting Sadie get used to the feeling and then he gave a tiny push feeling the slight resistance there. “Alright, honey, bear down for me. You can do this.” Sadie closed her eyes and fought against her urge to tense up and began to push, hoping that nothing bad happened. And before she knew it Hayden’s finger had slipped into her tight ass. “Ohhhh, that feels good.” He used just the one finger for a couple of minutes, letting her get used to it while he inched his hand from her cunt and began to pet and finger her there as well.”Good girl. You’re being greedy though. And good girls aren’t greedy. Does that make you a bad girl?” “Yes.” her voice was smaller now, more submissive and he smiled down at her. “I love you. Are you ready for more?” She nodded at him and slowly he added a second finger to her ass, slowly fucking her. She wriggled against him pushing his fingers a bit deeper and sighed happily.

His fingers never stopped moving in her cunt and Sadie stared up at him intently. “I want your hand back. I want you to fist my cunt while you finger my ass.” Hayden gave a wicked grin at that. “Naughty, greedy little slut.” And he folded his fingers and gently slid them back inside of her while his other hand fucked her ass. Sadie groaned once, before speaking “Ohhh fuck. That feels so good, please don’t stop, please don’t stop. I’m gonna come.”

“That’s right my bad girl. You are going to come. You’re going to have an orgasm with my hand in your cunt and my fingers in your ass.” And his hand picked up the pace filling her cunt a little harder and a little faster as Sadie clicked the vibrator up a notch. She couldn’t help the stream of profanities that escaped her pretty lips as the squirmed beneath the onslaught of his hands. “You want more still don’t you? One of these days I’m going to fist your ass and your cunt at the same time. How does that sound?” “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Right then Sadie was ready to agree to anything as she arched her back off the bed as another orgasm shuddered through her body. “Ohhhh.”

She came back to the bed exhausted and blinked up at Hayden with a tiny smile on her lips. He returned the smile, lovingly, and slowly disentangled himself from her body. “Better my greedy, naughty little slut?” Sadie nodded, finally satiated, and laid happily in a heap until Hayden came back to her and pulled her into his arms. They rested there together, content, until the next time his Sadie turned into an insatiable, greedy bad girl that he loved so much.

Wicked Wednesday 302 – Games (Playing with the Princess)

Princess Adrienne, under guard’s orders, stayed nude for three idyllic days while they hid in the relative safety of the small house. Meals and laughter were shared, touches freely given, and she was his. His to love slowly, his to fuck hard, and his to enjoy in any way he chose.

On the third night he proposed a game. And improvising with a silk tie that had been tucked neatly into the dresser, Adrienne found her hands bound together above her head. Gordon pulled her close, his hands trailing gently down her body, finding the most sensitive places just to tease and torment. “Alright Princess, here’s the deal, you’ve spent the last few days learning what I like and want and some of it obviously matches up with your desires. But I want to know more. And I will play with you until you tell me something and only then can you come for me. Then we’ll start again.”

So he kissed her soundly and began to pinch and pull at her nipples, knowing he’d find her dripping wet soon enough. Adrienne relaxed into Gordon’s arms enjoying being the center of his attention and made a soft contented noise. He wondered if she’d be making such noises momentarily and gently squeezed her breasts in his hands, his palms rubbing across her nipples gently. She squirmed a little and one hand snaked up to her hair, pulling gently, “Tell me something, Princess.” “I..I don’t know I can’t think…” “That’s the challenge my dear. Now tell me.” Her voice was a soft exhalation as she tried to pay enough attention to her thoughts to form them into some semblance of coherency.

“I want, want to be collared and be treated like a spoiled pampered Kitten. No eating off the floor or anything, just to feel that collar and being led by my leash…mmmmm.” Gordon chuckled to himself, thinking that she was definitely still quite a Princess at heart and never letting go of her hair, he slid his other hand down and found her clit, tracing small circles around it, which made her wiggle back into him and she felt his cock stiff against her ass. His grip in her hair tightened sharply and the pressure against her clit suddenly increased as his voice rang through her head. “Come for me.” Adrienne’s hips jumped and she arched her back as her first orgasm hit. They continued to play the game, Gordon edging her closer and closer to an orgasm until she could gasp out what she wanted, until her mind was free enough to speak the words.

Several orgasm later (at least four) he held her and spoke. “Once more, Princess. Tell me a thing.” This time found him slipping two fingers in and out of her drenched pussy and smearing the wetness he found there along her skin, covering her in her own musk and then finding her pussy again. By this time she couldn’t stop her small movements, twitching and writing against him, grinding back against his cock that she wanted so much. The game had lent her courage and finally she found the thing that she herself felt was the most taboo thing a woman could want, although it was perhaps, more common than she knew. “I want you to flip me over and fuck me…fuck my ass. I want to feel your cock in my ass,” she gasped out, her face turning a shade of pink that Gordon had never seen before. His voice was hushed, “Shall I spank you first?” And without being told she orgasmed hard at his words, riding his fingers, begging for more. He slipped another finger into her and fucked her through the next orgasm before flipping her to her stomach.

She didn’t have time to think before his hand was raining across her ass and she lifted herself to meet the stinging hits, the ones that started off as noise and finally ended up as harder smacks, ones that turned her skin red and made his palm ache a little. But he didn’t stop. As he spanked her his fingers found her pussy again and rubbed, fluttering against her and she moaned. “Please, Sir, please let me come for you?, her voice ended on a moan as her pussy clamped around his fingers and she orgasmed again whether he wanted her to or not. Gordon laughed softly, and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “Bad girl Princess. Or should I start calling you Kitten?” Adrienne whimpered and he felt her tighten again as he pulled away. “Now then, do you want me to fuck your ass? To take my cock in the most secret of places and see how good it feels?” He deftly reached for a well placed bottle of lube and deliberately dripped the cold gel directly on to her skin. She shivered at the feeling, but only lifted her body higher, trying to give him access to her ass as best she could, despite her nerves and slight fear of making a mess. But his fingers began to rub gently, carefully and he talked her through everything he did, first inserting a single finger and fucking her gently with it, then stretching her slowly more and more. He could tell she’d never done this before and as much as he wanted to fuck her, he didn’t want to hurt her. “Princess, are you sure you want this?”

She nodded into the bed, a muffled affirmative coming from her lips. So he lubed up his cock liberally and placed the tip of it against her asshole. She wriggled against him and they both made soft noises at the feeling. He saw one hand slide beneath her body so she could stroke her clit and he smiled. Then carefully he began to push, easing forward a bit, then sliding back, over and over until she was nice and relaxed and the head of his cock entered her ass. He heard her voice against the bed, “Oh..my…god. That feels so good.” And he watched her fingers speed up against her clit as she took a deeper breath, “More.”

Slowly he slid forward watching his cock being enveloped by her ass and groaned at the sight. “Check in, Princess.” “Please fuck me.” He laughed at her version of checking in, wrapped his fingers around her hips and did just as she asked, very gently before moving harder and faster. Her fingers fairly danced upon her skin and she babbled incoherent words about him fucking her ass and coming before she lost all control and orgasmed with a loud wail escaping her lips. The sudden tightness around him was his undoing. And their bodies clashed together one final time before falling apart in a heap on the bed.

 

Kink of the Week – Anal Sex – (Practice makes Perfect)

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There’d been a storm brewing for hours, a bad one from the weather forecast that was supposed to produced tropical storm kind of winds. With that in mind Tim and Nicole where hiding inside away from the foul weather. They were simply enjoying each others company talking and teasing and sharing kisses.

As the kisses deepened, hands began to roam and clothes began to fall off. Tim ground his pelvis against Nicole and she reached around and grabbed his ass, squeezing and kneading at his firm flesh. She jerked him closer to her and trailed kisses down his neck before leaning up to whisper something filthy in his ear, something that made his eyes go wide as he moaned with lust. “Please…” Nicole gave him a smile and squirmed out from beneath him, walking away. She threw an almost careless glance over her shoulder, silently asking if he was going to join her.

Tim was on his feet in a flash, his cock bobbing in front of him obscenely as he reached her. Her stepped into her and pressing his body against hers, she leaned into him, feeling that hardness resting against her ass cheeks as he kissed her neck gently and whispered this time, “Please. Can we?” She nodded slowly. “We can and we will and it will be amazing, I promise.” Tonight a fantasy was going to come true.

The pair ended up in the bedroom together and went back to touching and petting and exploring one another as though they’d been apart for weeks instead of just during the work day. Kisses were tasted and skin was licked and bitten. He smacked her ass and she returned the favor. His mouth found her nipples as his hand found her cunt and he fingered her until she came for him thrusting into his fingers. Sliding away from her he looked at her indolently as he licked his finger clean. She leaned in for a kiss to taste herself on his lips and then grabbed a bottle of lube.

Tim looked at her. “Really?” “Uh huh. Are you still game for this?” “Yes. Absolutely yes.” Nicole nodded and Tim readjusted until he was in a good position as she liberally lubed up her fingers. After what seemed like an eternity to Tim he felt Nicole touch him. One hand rested on his ass lightly, the other, lubed up, traced his asshole gently, rubbing lube onto his skin. Tim’s hips arched for her and she pushed a little harder, but not hard enough. She grabbed the lube again, this time applying it directly to him and he shivered at its coolness. A kiss grazed his lower back. “Relax love. We both know you want this. I can see your desire.”

And slowly, almost gingerly, she began to work a finger into his ass. Just one, in and out, watching him closely, waiting for the right moment. Gradually a second finger joined the first and she was pumping them in and out of his ass when he began to moan. Nicole slid as deep inside him as she could and curled her fingers, stroking gently, but firmly and Tim moaned again and she felt his ass clench around her fingers. She squeezed a cheek and then planted a kiss there. “Are you going to come now? Do you want to touch yourself? Or do you want to wait and see if you can take my entire hand yet?” Tim had been reached for his cock when her words stopped him. They’d been playing with this particular goal in mind for several months and he wondered if he was ready, but he wanted to find out. “Go slow,” he murmured. “Of course. But don’t touch your cock until I tell you to.” He nodded in understanding and gasped as a third finger joined the other two. They gotten up to four fingers before, but never quite gotten her entire hand in his ass. Nicole felt like tonight might be the night. She loved the amount of trust he was placing in her and it turned her on.
She would sometimes reach around and caress him or squeeze his balls teasingly, but she moved slowly with her fingers in his ass, sometimes curling them against his prostate for an added sensation. Every time she did this he moaned softly and twitched around her fingers as his hips bucked in voluntarily. She dribbled more lubricant across her hand and his asshole and her pinky finger slipped into his relaxed hole and she twisted her hand back and forth a bit letting him feel how full he was. “Do you like that? Being so full?” He nodded wordlessly, unable to find his voice. And she stopped for a long moment allowing him to get used to the sensations as she played with his balls making him swear softly to himself and try to force his ass backwards onto her hand. When he moved like that she folded her thumb and just let him move. “That’s it baby. Do that again. Fuck yourself on my hand.”

Nicole held still while Tim rocked back and forth of her fingers, watching as more of her hand gradually disappeared into his ass. He was moaning incessantly now between his words. “Ohhh, I feel so full. Feels so good…” She rested a hand on the small of his back and whispered. “Almost darling. Stop for just a moment. You’re gonna feel a big stretch in a minute and I don’t want to hurt you.” She liberally applied more lube across the widest part of her hand and pushed forward very minutely to let him know he could keep going. And he did. His movements were slow and careful and he wanted nothing more than to feel his ass so full while his cock was stroked. With a soft popping feeling Nicole’s hand was buried in Tim’s ass and they both moaned, him at the feeling and her at the sight. Slowly she fisted him letting her hand slide against his p-spot over and over.

When his hips began to rock in earnest she stopped moving and just let him fuck himself on her hand and reached for his cock, dripping with pre-come and began to stroke him slowly, in time to his thrusting and she felt his erection grow harder, if that was possible. “Mmm, there’s a good boy. You like having my hand in your ass don’t you? You like it while a play with your cock while you fuck yourself with my hand. And you’re gonna come and come hard aren’t you?” His only answer was to squeeze her hand and keep moving, slowly picking up his pace that she matched her own strokes with. Stopping she dipped her fingers into her own pussy, dripping and wet and then resumed stroking him, mixing their juices together. They could smell their sex in the room and it only turned them on more. Tim suddenly froze and began to rhythmically squeeze Nicole’s hand hard and fast, pressing it against his prostate and she helpfully curled her fingers and fucked his ass as he squeezed and she stroked. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck…”, Tim’s voice trailed off and Nicole found her fingers sliding faster in and out of his ass as she grabbed and rubbing and stroked at his cock.

“Come for me,” she hissed, as she buried her hand back into his ass. He let out a helpless groan and bucked his hips against both of her hands and shot hot jets of his come, unable to do anything but obey. He covered her hand and his belly with the last few spurts and felt Nicole withdraw her hand slowly as the avoid hurting him. He signed with pleasure and collapsed against the bed, not minding the wet spot or anything else for that matter. Tim felt like a puddle and didn’t even notice as Nicole went to clean herself up before coming back to stroke his back and shoulders. “You did it, love. And you liked it didn’t you.” And she laughed softly before kissing his cheek as he drifted off for a well deserved nap.

Pounding

Brandon felt warm hands squeeze his ass and sighed with pleasure. He loved having his ass touched and played with and even fucked. His wife Ali, knew this, and seemed quite ready to indulge him tonight. She ran her hands up his back and rubbed back down slowly. He’d had a long week and she knew this would help him relax. She gave him a relaxing massage, rubbing the almond oil into his skin and felt the tension begin to melt from his body. A smile crossed her face and she knew he’d be good and ready for her soon.

For his part, Brandon was indeed relaxing, just enjoying the feel of her hands on his body. He closed his eyes and began to drift, knowing that Ali’s plans for him wouldn’t include a nap and that she would wake him. While he dozed Ali stepped away and pulled the strap on harness over her hips, fitting it with Brandon’s favorite dildo. She grabbed the lube and ran her hands along Brandon’s ass again, this time closer to the puckered ring of his asshole. She’d had his attention in an instant as he lifted his head from the bed. She teased him her delicate fingers tickling him gently before applying a healthy dollop of lube to her fingers and then rubbing against his hole before sliding a finger past the tight ring, slowly moving it in and out. Brandon wiggled his ass a little at her and she gently smacked him with the other hand laughing she did so. “Be good for me so I can fuck you properly.” He laughed,”You’ll fuck me properly anyway if you know what’s good for you woman.”

Ali only smirked and eased a second lubricant covered finger into his ass, stretching him a little, fucking him harder. A low moan escaped his lips and she full out grinned. She knew if her wasn’t rock hard by now he would be soon. “Are you ready?” “More than ready, Babe.” Two finger slipped from his ass and the couple repositioned, him with his ass lifted into the air for her and her with her very own cock ready for his delicious ass. She gripped his him with one hand and the dildo with the other, guiding it into his ass. She went slow, knowing it was just a tease for him until she had buried herself as far as she could in his ass. Again he squirmed, but this time at the simple pleasure of being filled. She nodded and slowly moved in and out rocking her hips.

Brandon gasped and rocked his own hips in time with hers and she moved to begin fucking him m like she knew he wanted, harder, faster. Both of her hands gripped his hips hard and she gave him the pounding he wanted. Then, she stopped. Brandon swore softly until she spoke. “Are you hard for me? Do you want to come yet?” His answer was a groan and he bucked his hips backwards once more. Ali smiled at his eagerness. Handing him the bottle of lube she spoke, “Jack off while I fuck you. I want to hear you come with my cock in your ass.” She resumed her fucking and she could hear the slight sound of her husband’s lubed up hand stroking his cock. It turned her on and she continued fucking him varying the speed and pace at which she moved, wanting him to last as long as possible, want to bring him all the pleasure she could. He swore again at the feeling of being fucked and was pressing his ass against the dildo his wife was fucking him with, her “cock” she called it, which only made him hotter, and slid his hand along his cock slowly, wanting to prolong the orgasm that he could feel building. Ali shifted her angle ever so slightly and suddenly he could really, really feel that head of the dildo moving against him. “Right there, please right there. You’re gonna make me come.”

His wife never stopped moving and only tightened her grip on his hips. He might have marks later, but that was OK. Brandon moaned her name and increased the speed of his hand; he knew he wouldn’t be able to help himself in a matter of moments and he hissed a sharp noise that Ali knew meant he was close. She reached around him and placed a hand over his, her movements slowing but not stopping and the sight of her hand over his helping him jack his cock was too much. He threw his head back and nearly screamed as he came. Ali fucked him through the orgasm gently then slid the dildo out of his ass. She stripped out of the harness and pulled her exhausted husband close to her. “More relaxed now?” He nodded, suddenly sleepy, and curled up in his wife’s arms as they cuddled together.

Sarah is Punished and Rewarded

She sat quietly with his boots in front of her. She’d brushed all the dirt from them and was working them to a nice shine. The smell of the polish pervaded her senses and she relaxed into the task at hand, using an old t-shirt to rub the polish into the largest areas and cotton balls to get into tight spots. She hoped when she was done that he would approve of her work. She set the first boot aside and started on the second, just as careful with it as she had been the first. After both boots were done she looked them over and frowned to herself. There was more to be done. And with that, she began the process all over again.

Finally she was happy with the shine on Sir’s boots and put them away, along with her small kit of boot blacking supplies. She wasn’t the greatest at it, but she was learning more and more each time she polished his boots. She washed her hands but was unaware that she’d gotten a smudge of dark black polish on her cheek.

Kent arrived home shortly after and could catch just a whiff of shoe polish in the air. He smiled and went to inspect the boots he know that Sarah had polished for him. He picked up each boot one at a time and closely inspected both of them. They still weren’t perfect, but her skill was improving and he could give her more pointers later. Right now though, he just wanted to see her. He found her in the kitchen preparing dinner and pulled her back against him, his strong arms holding her close. “Thank you for polishing my boots, Little One. They look lovely.” Sarah smiled happily, “You’re quite welcome Sir. I don’t feel as I did a good of a job as I should’ve though. Will you teach me more about it sometime?” “Of course I will.” And his stomach rumbled, reminding her of the task she was about and she shooed him out of the kitchen to finish dinner.

Dinner eaten and dishes washed, Kent finally pointed out the smudge on her cheek. Sarah giggled until her stomach hurt. “You let me sit all through dinner with a smudge of polish on my face?” And she laughed again until she realized Kent was watching her like a hawk. “Go wash your face and come back to me. Be naked.” “Yes sir.” She hurried to do as she was told, recalling his rules about eating with a dirty face or hands, but she’d never thought she might have gotten shoe polish on her face. She wondered how that happened as she stripped herself nude and gave a shake of her short curly, red hair before returning to him, fresh faced and slightly anxious.

“Kneel up. Here” And he pointed to a space right before him. She assumed her place and dropped her gaze downward. Kent reached out and stroked her cheek gently before applying a stinging slap to the side of each of Sarah’s breasts. He repeated the processes alternating sides, watching her breasts turn pink under his ministrations. Sarah was, for her part, quite sorry about the transgression, even though it had been a simple accident she knew he should punish her for breaking the rules. When he was done with her breasts he pulled a pair of nipple clamps from his pocket and tightened them onto her nipples until she couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her mouth.

“You will keep those on for ten minutes, during which time you will stand in the corner with your nose touching the wall. Go.” Sarah rose and moved to her corner as Sir called it and pouted a little. She hated corner time. But it often taught her valuable lessons or reminded her properly of the rules she was expected to follow. The ten minutes seemed like an eternity to her as her breasts ached from being slapped around and nipples were getting a little sore from the clamps. When Kent called her back over to him she nearly sighed with relief and knelt in front of him again. He gently removed the clips, but Sarah couldn’t help her involuntary cries no more than she could help the wetness that gathered in her pussy as her nipples were freed. Really, the clamps were a sweet torture and they both knew it.

Kent kissed Sarah gently and pulled her closer to him by her already tender nipples. She moaned into his mouth and he ran his fingers down her body, in a slow, almost tickling manner. Her hands found his shoulders as they kissed and he wrapped his arms around her as she leaned into his embrace still kneeling on the floor like a good submissive should. He wanted to punish her further for her rule breaking, just to see her punished. What, he wondered, could he do next?

He broke the kiss and then gave her a wicked smile. “Bedroom, now.” She moved to rise but a gentle hand stopped her. “Hands and knees, my Love. I want to see you crawl for me.” She dropped to the ground as he requested of her and did her best to look sexy as she crawled away from him, although she was pretty certain that she just looked silly. As for Kent’s view of things, all he could focus on was that beautiful ass getting away from him. He followed her into the bedroom where he found her kneeling at the ready for his next command and smiled. He’d trained her so well. “Onto the bed with you. I have a plan.” Sarah climbed onto the bed and knew she wasn’t going to like his plan at all. As two gentle fingers began to pet her vulva, brushing her clit gently, she thought perhaps she was wrong about his plans after all and began to relax into his touch. He gently tweaked a nipple with his free hand and she gasped as the two sensations merged in her body. Slowly he touched and teased, never quite touching her the way she wanted.

Finally, his thumb found her clit and pressed down on it. She bucked her hips into his touch and before she could get the words out to ask permission to orgasm he looked at her, “No.” Kent continued his touches and teasing and even gave her kisses that only served to make her wetter for him. Once or twice he plunged his fingers inside of her, feeling that warm wetness for himself and sighed with pleasure at her responsiveness. But he did not allow her to orgasm. Eventually his little game had Sarah close to tears from her frustrations and that was when he knew it was time.

He picked up her favorite vibrator and some lube. “Roll over, Love. Up on your knees for me.” As she moved her handed her the vibrator and then lubed up his hard cock as well. He rubbed his lubricant covered fingers against her asshole and Sarah cried out. She loved being ass fucked and this would be her reward for being so good and not coming like she wanted to earlier. She moaned when she felt him slip two fingers into her ass and pushed back, helping him spread the lube further into her ass. Withdrawing his fingers, he stroked his cock a couple of times and began to push it slowly into her ass, feeling her stretch wide around him. It took all of Sarah’s self control not to move and force him all the way inside her. “Turn that vibe on, Baby. I wanna feel you come, wanna feel your ass milking my cock while I fuck you.” And he pushed harder into her.

Sarah pressed the button on the vibrator and placed it directly against her clit as all of a sudden Kent was buried balls deep in her asshole just the way she liked. “No need to ask this time. Just come for me. All you want. This is what good girls get.” He grabbed her hips and fucked her while she twitched around his cock. She loved the way he felt, rubbing against her and she slipped the vibrator into her pussy for a moment letting them both feel them and he groaned. “If you keep that up, I’ll come first and then where will you be?” She quickly moved the vibe back to her clit and began to orgasm almost instantly. He stopped fucking her, just enjoying the sensations of her orgasm washing over her and when she had relaxed again he resumed his pounding of her tight little ass. As quickly as she had, Kent swore and suddenly he was coming too, shooting himself deep into her ass. The feeling of it sent Sarah spiraling into another orgasm as well and she collapsed on the bed with Kent lying on top of her for a long moment. “Good girl,” he whispered.

Wicked Wednesday 271 – (Encore)

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The concert was over and Ethan held Megan close to him as they walked back to his car. He’d lubed and fucked her ass during the second half of the concert and she was still thinking about being filled up and stretched by his lovely cock that she missed the words that he said. In a heartbeat she was pulled as close to him as possible and he whispered in her ear. “Attend little one.” Immediately Megan was drawn from her reverie and shot him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry Sir. I was just remembering earlier when you fucked my ass and how good it felt.” He laughed softly and slid a hand down to squeeze that aforementioned ass. “Well since that’s what’s on your mind perhaps we’ll do it again later. After your punishment, of course.”

The drive back to Ethan’s house was uneventful, but they could both feel the hum of anticipation building between them. He pulled into the drive and immediately jerked her across the car to him and kissed her hard his tongue tangling with hers. He finally broke the kiss and looked at his pet and smiled. “Let’s go inside.” He unlocked the door and ushered his submissive girlfriend into the house where she immediately knelt at his feet, her spread thighs causing her dress to ride up almost obscenely. He took in the view and nodded to himself. “Good girl. Wait right there.”

Moments later he returns with a small box and sat down across the room then motioned her over. She stood and walked to him, kneeling again at his feet briefly before he patted the seat next to him telling her she could sit. “I have something for you and then we’ll proceed.” And he handed her the box. Opening it, her entire face lit up as she gently pulled out a delicate silver chain collar. “You’ve earned that my dear and I expect to see you wearing it anytime you’re not wearing one of your heavier collars like you will tonight. You can try that one on later, but for now…” He removed a plain leather collar from his pocket, leaned forward, and buckled it around her neck centering the D-ring and giving it a little tug. Megan leaned into him as he did this and before he could pull away she threw her arms around him for a hug. “Thank you Sir. It’s lovely and I will wear it all the time.” He gave her a gentle kiss, “I know you will pet. Now come.” And he led her upstairs by her collar.

“Strip for me.” Megan giggled and turned her back to him, with a coquettish peek over her shoulder and unzipped the dress letting it slide off her shoulders, her hips swaying to music only she could hear. She let the dress fall to her waist as she danced her way towards him and slipped a bra strap from first one shoulder then the other. Undoing the bra she let it slide down her arms, but didn’t reveal her breasts to him quite yet. As she moved close though he reached for the straps and gave a tug causing her to release the bra. He pulled her closer and pinched both nipples at once making her gasp a little and then grin naughtily. A swish of her hips and she was naked for him, but for her high heels. He smiled approvingly at her and let his eyes rake over her curves possessively.

“Lovely. Now, over my knee you go. Do you know why I am punishing you pet?” “No Sir.” As she settled into his lap he ran his fingers though her long auburn hair, giving a sharp tug, “Because I can. isn’t that right?” “Yes Sir.” And his hand came down hard across her ass, once, then twice, all the way to a count of twenty-five turning her pale skin a gorgeous shade of red that he loved to see. He squeezed and massaged the round globes and she wiggled at his touch. She could feel his hard on through his tuxedo pants and whimpered softly. “Find something you want?,” he asked laughing as he leaned back across the bed and just managed to grab the lube and apply a dollop of it to his fingers. He circled her asshole rubbing gently at the puckered skin and felt her sigh. A little more lube and he slipped a finger inside moving it in and out. Megan moaned softly and wiggled again trying to press herself against his finger. Ethan laughed and stood her up, his finger slipping from her ass. “You’ve been so well behaved all night,” he commented as he began to strip himself of the tuxedo he still wore. “Now you’re going to be better.” And he pushed her backwards until she gently fell onto the bed and went to his knees attacking her clit with his tongue. He licked and nipped and sucked, long and slow, short and fast, and soon Megan was writhing beneath him. He looked up at her to see her watching him and smiled at her. “Come for me.” And his tongue lashed at her clit as she tensed just before her orgasm hit. She gushed all over his face making him laugh and the vibration from his laughter only made her come harder.

He stood and quickly lifted her legs into the air exposing all of her to him and slipped his cock into her lubed up ass, fucking her much more gently than he had during the symphony. His movements were slow and gentle and she trailed her hands down her body, tweaking at her nipples as he fucked her. Those grey eyes of hers closed as she felt her body come alive with pleasure and she tried to lift her hips to meet his thrusts. He grabbed her then and pulled her into him and she moaned.

Soon she had one hand between her legs and the other still toying with her nipples and her cries and moans had become nearly constant as he slowly drove her closer to the edge with his cock. He could feel how badly she wanted that orgasm and he shifted his grip to squeeze her ass, reminding her who she belonged to and that was enough. The orgasm raced through her like fire and she tried helplessly to lift her hips to take him deeper into her. He groaned now and shot his come into her ass, making her tighten around him yet again as she wailed incoherently at the force of her own orgasms. He slid out of her and gently lowered her legs to the bed. “Now that’s my good girl. Better than ever.”

If you’d like to read last week’s Wicked Wednesday post, it can be found here. It is the earlier portion of Ethan and Megan’s evening.