Happy Birthday

He gave me a predatory smile as I was getting dressed to go out for my birthday and then fairly purred, “You know, I don’t think you’ve ever received birthday spankings.” “Spankings? For my birthday? What are you talking about?” I was preoccupied with my hair, getting it just so and wasn’t quite ready for it when he grabbed my hips to pull me backwards against him. “Birthday. Spankings. You get one for each year and then one to grow on. But I seem to recall you never having heard of the tradition until it came up in conversation a few weeks ago. So, should I give you a spanking for your birthday?”

I blushed cherry red and giggled. “I don’t know. I mean, what if I hate spankings after all?” “Then we don’t do it again. But I think that twenty five plus one to grow on should give you an idea about whether or not you like it..” He slid his hand under my skirt and cupped my mound, squeezing gently, before slipping a finger beneath the elastic to stroke the smoothness of my already moistening cunt. “Hmm, I think you want a spanking. I can feel you getting wet already for me.” And he pulled me across the room, bending me over the bed. I turned to look at him and he gave me a smile. “Nothing too hard, just a little sting. Are you ready?”

Taking a deep breath, I nodded, wondering what had gotten into me and then my skirt was flipped up and my panties slowly pulled down to reveal what I thought was a nice ass. He confirmed it for me with a quick grab at both cheeks before I watched him pull his hand back for the first strike. But I didn’t want to watch him hit me. I turned away and arched my back, pushing my ass towards him and I heard the smile in his voice, “Good girl.”

Suddenly his hand came down across both cheeks and he was right it was just a little sting. That was one. Two and three followed with the same measured precision and my body began to relax into it. Maybe my brain didn’t know what it wanted, but the rest of me seemed to. I silently counted the stinging swats in my head and I noticed as he paused at fifteen to check on me. All I could do was nod that I was OK and felt his fingers probe at my cunt that was, by now, dripping wet with desire. “Lovely,” he whispered and the spanking resumed.

My last eleven hits were not as a measured as the first half of my spanking, but came down hard and fast and I could hear his breathing change as he spanked me. I knew he had to be rock hard and I knew I wanted him to fuck me with a freshly spanked ass. Instead as he wrapped up my spanking he leaned down to brush soft kisses along my stinging cheeks, before suddenly running his tongue along my slit gathering my wetness and savoring the taste of it.

He knelt behind me and buried his face against me. I pushed back trying to give him easy access to my cunt, so he could taste it, so I could come on his face, so maybe he would fuck me next. I was grateful for the bed to lean against as my legs began to shake and muscles began to spasm. I cried out, trembling as my orgasm gushed all over his face. Then I heard a belt being undone and his cock was buried inside me. I moaned with delight and squirmed against him, feeling every inch. His strong hands kneaded at my ass and the sting intensified a little when he did. The feeling made me moan again and he leaned forward. “You liked that didn’t you? Having your ass spanked and now your juicy cunt getting fucked. Tell me!”

His words made me shudder and I nodded in agreement with him. A sharp smack came down across my ass. “Use your words.” “Yes, I like it when you spanked my ass. Please fuck me! Please!” I knew I sounded desperate, but I didn’t care. I wanted him and I wanted to orgasm with him inside of me. “I should keep spanking your ass while I fuck you. Would you like that?” “Yes. Yes I would.”

And he found a rhythm that lined up a hard spank, harder than before at least, with every thrust. My face was buried in the bed as I moaned loudly and thrust myself back against him. As his movements became gradually more erratic so did the spanking and I never knew when he’d hit me again. I felt him steady himself with one hand tight on my hip and the other still swatting my ass while he slammed his cock in and out of me. Out of nowhere came a particularly hard hit and I nearly screamed as the orgasm that hit me, lifted me onto my toes and left me breathless. He hit me again just as hard repeatedly and it felt like I wasn’t ever going to stop coming. My muscles twitched and sucked at his cock and I heard him grunt, then felt both hands at my hips as he pounded into me, looking for the release he needed. “That’s it. Let me fuck you. Let me fill you with my come.”

His words made me twitch and he groaned. “Do it again. Come while I fuck you. Let me feel your tight little cunt wrapped around my cock.” I swore and began to move again, his words reigniting the fire that he’d only just put out. I fucked him back clenching and squeezing at him and felt another orgasm growing. I growled, “Harder.” And he responded by tightening his grip to the point where I’d feel it the next day and fucked me as hard as he could. I fairly howled with pleasure as I orgasmed for him again, as I felt his come fill me up, hearing him groan in release.

My hair forgotten I collapsed fully against the bed as he leaned forward to kiss my back. I lifted my head, turning to give him a naughty smile and as he pulled away he slapped my ass one last time. “I think you like getting spanked. And I know I like spanking you. You should see how red your sexy ass is. I’m going to start turning it that color often. Any complaints?” I just shook my head and smiled.

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Use of Force

NOTE: This piece contains scenes of consensual non-consent. If this is not for you, please feel free to skip it altogether. Thanks, Livvy

Alex and Kaleigh had discussed their fantasies before. And they’d tried some of them. Alex wanting to be pegged, Kaleigh wanting to play with forced orgasms, but never had Kaleigh been able to tell him her deepest, darkest fantasy. Admitting to anyone, even your husband that you have these feelings that you want to be taken against your will, by force was difficult for Kaleigh and was made doubly hard because Alex was typically such a gentle soul. She also wanted to try some light BDSM, but wasn’t sure how well that would go over either.

But one night after a few drinks and some extra courage fueled by having spent her day off at home reading and watching porn it all came spilling out. How she wanted to be held down and spanked in some instances, treated like a plaything, and generally used for his pleasure. She smiled as she saw his eyes widen in response to her words. “But that’s not all of it. There’s something else I want; something that I don’t know if you’ll even want to consider.” And the words came pouring out in a fevered rush as Kaleigh remembered one particularly hot scene she’d watched earlier.

“I want to explore consensual non-consent with you.” “Wait, what? Kay, that sounds suspiciously like sexual assault to me.” “Well…yeah, a lot of people see it that way, but it is still done with my consent of the act and my trust is placed in you not to really hurt me. Just like if you gave me a spanking. Hell, the idea of combining those two things is really hot. And it isn’t like I’m saying we have to try it, just that it is something I fantasize about and would try if you were comfortable with it.”

“I mean, imagine for a moment, that I’m home alone, perhaps showering or getting ready for bed and in you come, slipping upstairs so quietly I don’t even know that you’re there. Maybe you’re wearing a mask so I can’t see your face, maybe you’re not. Maybe it is all pretend that we don’t know one another and we don’t need the mask. But you come upon me in a compromising position that allows you to easily take advantage of the state that I’m in. Think for a moment about that’s not really that much different than any other role play in some ways and tell me that you’re not at least a little intrigued.

Kaleigh knew the theatrics of the idea would appeal to Alex’s flair for the dramatic so she hoped he wouldn’t be too freaked out by what she was suggesting. She watched him anxiously, trying to determine his thoughts, but his face was a mask of seriousness as he mulled the idea over. Finally he spoke. “I’m gonna call this one a maybe. I need to think about it some more. But I have one thing to say. If this happens, it won’t be planned or scripted. You won’t know if or when it might happen.” She sighed a sigh of relief and cuddled up next to him. “I was afraid you’d get upset or think I was crazy for wanting something like that.” He kissed her and smiled. “No, dear, you’re not crazy, just a pervert.” They both laughed at his remark and the subject dropped.

Little did Kaleigh know, this was something that Alex was interested in after getting a peek at her Internet history one day and the idea had caught his fancy. He hadn’t been going to bring it up, but since she had he began to scheme and plot, wondering how best to pull it off. He wanted this to be fun for both of them. The idea of a mask was alright, but he wanted her to be able to see him as he did this to her and he thought she would want the secret reassurance of knowing it was him as well. Maybe if they tried it more than once he would don a mask. He worked on being quieter coming into the house when she wasn’t around to see him planning and finally, when he knew all the creaks and groans of the old wooden floors, he knew his ideas would come to fruition. Soon, he thought, soon.

Kaleigh had almost forgotten their conversation and as hot as the non-con consent was she’d moved on to other fantasies, never expecting that one to come true. Sex had been pretty normal for them and they’d settled into a bit of a routine, which was just what Alex wanted before he decided to “break-in” and stir things up a bit. He waited for a good time to pull off this newest fantasy of hers and stumbled across it unknowingly after he had been helping a friend with some work around their house. He was a little dirty and sweaty, wearing old jeans and shoes that he could sneak in, and he knew Kaleigh would’ve spent the afternoon lazing in bed with a book or maybe masturbating with her favorite toys and either of those scenarios seemed perfect to step right into.

Quietly the front door opened and closed and as Alex approached the stairs he heard a soft moan. Oh good, giving her a spanking would tie right into the fun. He moved on silent feet and when he got to the bedroom stood just outside the door watching his wife for a long moment. Her eyes were closed as she fucked herself with her favorite dildo and Alex made his move, striding confidently into the room. He almost wished he’d worn a mask after all. He yanked the dildo from her hand and Kaleigh’s eyes flew open as she gasped with shock and surprise.

“Filthy little bitch! You know I stood there and watched you fuck yourself and now you’re going to be punished for it.” Alex grabbed her by the ankle as she scrambled backwards on the bed, not fast enough to avoid him, and yanked her roughly towards him. His shone darkly and she thought maybe she could see a faint bulge in his pants. Perhaps this was going to be more fun that either of them had imagined. Alex flipped Kaleigh over onto her stomach and smacked her ass hard, then a few more times harder still until there were real tears flowing down her cheeks.

She heard a zipper and found herself yanked into position with her ass in the air and her pussy exposed to Alex’s gaze. His fingers probed none to gently at her. “Look at you. Soaking wet just like a dirty whore. I’m gonna use you like the whore you are.” His cock released from its constraints, he found he wanted this so much and slammed into her as hard as he could, fucking her with just raw force and power while she clung to the bed whimpering. His hands grabbed her hips to hold her still and he listened and watched carefully for any signs of real distress. Seeing none he continued his tirade of telling her what a bad girl she was and how she deserved this as her punishment, as he rode her hard and fast.

Gradually Kaleigh’s whimpers turned into soft moans that she tried to stifle, but Alex heard them all the same. “Look at you. Moaning for a stranger who broke into your house to watch you play with yourself then punish you for doing it. And you like it,” he taunted. Another hard slap across her ass punctuated his words. That sent Kaleigh over the edge and she moaned loudly as she felt her pussy quiver and twitch around Alex’s cock, as fluid gushed down her thighs. “That’s right bitch. Come for me. Do it again. Now.” And before her mind had really processed his words she found herself overcome with a second orgasm that left her shaking.

Alex laughed harshly, pulled his cock out of her and spun her around to face him with one hand, holding his cock with the other. “Suck, bitch.” Kaleigh tentatively learned forward and Alex impatiently grabbed the back of her head, forcing her mouth onto his cock. “I said suck!” She tightened her lips around him and did as she was told, tasting herself and him together and she reached down to play with her clit. Alex swatted her hand away. “No. You’re lucky you got to come at all, slut. It’s my turn now.” And his hips twitched as he held her head still and fucked her face roughly, using her as just a receptacle for his pleasure. His own impending orgasm built higher and higher and finally he jerked himself out of her mouth, wrapped his fist around her cock and growled at her, “Open wide.” A few quick strokes of his cock and he was coming, in her mouth, in her hair, all over her face. When he was done with her he zipped up and shoved her back on the bed. “There you are slut. Hope you liked it.” And before Kaleigh could say a word he was gone and back outside.

She laid on the bed for several long moments that felt like forever. She felt how bruised and sore her pussy was, the heat on her ass and the reminder of his hands on her hips and smiled. Slowly climbing out of bed she walked to the bathroom and started a shower. Just as she stepped under the cool water she heard the front door audibly open and close. “Honey, I’m home!”

Brittany’s Evening

Brittany stood by the front door for a long time, reliving the kiss that David had just given her. Finally she took another deep breathe, double and triple checked the locks and headed off to bed. She spent a long time awake that night, just thinking about that kiss and envisioning herself telling David about any of the things Frank had done and possibly scaring him off. Should she tell him? Could she? Did it matter if she did? After a long time of worry and fear she drifted off to sleep. Her nightmares, forever constant, only woke her once that night and letting herself think of the kiss she’d shared with David helped her fall back asleep.

The next morning she frowned to herself thinking it was just a kiss, how could it be affecting her so deeply? But it really was. This seemed to be a new beginning and she was curious to see where it might lead, although also afraid of how it might end. Saturday morning Brittany awoke to her phone pinging repeatedly and upon picking it up found several messages from David starting with “Good morning, Beautiful,” and ending with a suggestion of dinner and a movie at his place. Again Brittany became apprehensive. Would he want more than she could give? She thought for a long moment, weighing her decision carefully before agreeing to join him later.

Later that day she pulled into his drive way, grabbed the bottle of wine she’d brought, hoping that whatever they were having would go well with a red and walked to the door, which opened before she could knock. David pulled her into his arms for a brief hug and a gentle kiss on the cheek, not giving her any time to think. For a brief instant she relaxed into him before he pulled away. He counted that as a win and led her inside where there were steaks finishing in the oven. They smelled delicious and the pair was soon tucking into a delightful meal while they chatted about their week and swapped silly stories about their childhood. He smiled and enjoyed her laughter. It had been rare when they first started seeing one another. David had known he wanted more with Brittany for many months now, but had been very careful not too push too hard, sensing that if she felt scared or threatened that she’d run. And he’d have been right. But right now she didn’t want to run. Having dinner with him tonight was telling her that. She was looking forward to the over the top action flick he’d rented and just being with him.

Brittany looked at David, “I want to kiss you again.” Brittany took a deep breath and placed her hands against David’s chest. She raised her face to meet his and kissed him. She was shy at first, but then remembered the spark that had flown between them the first time they kissed and she grew more aggressive. They were wrapped around each other, kissing and touching and holding on as though for dear life. It seemed that the floodgates had opened for her and she felt like she was making up for lost time.

Eventually they pulled apart and stared at one another wondering what was next. Brittany spoke first, “I’m scared. I’m sorry” And her chin began to tremble, eyes filling with unshed tears. David pulled her close to him and dropped a kiss against the top of her head. “I know you are and that’s OK. But I want you to know that I want to be with you. I love you. And I’m willing to wait for you to be ready for anything that you want.” She raised her gaze to meet his and he saw shock and awe there. “How can you love me when I’m such a mess?” “You’re not a mess. You’re a good woman who’s been through some rough shit.” And he kissed her again gently.

Brittany sighed against his lips and returned the kiss hungrily. She did want more, but she was scared. She realized that she loved him too. His sense of humor, his gentle attitude, and his patience had all won her over, so slowly she hadn’t known it until now. She explored his body with her hands taking in the breadth of his shoulders and his lightly muscled arms. Her fingers drifted down to the hem of his t-shit, toying with it and he let her go long enough to pull it off at which point she leaned in and planted a kiss in the middle of his chest and trailed upwards along his neck and back to his lips. David shivered at her lips hitting a particularly tender spot and Brittany smiled at the flutter of butterflies in her stomach. Maybe she was ready for this.

Slowly she reached for the hem of her own t-shirt watching David’s face as she did so. He merely smiled at her and leaned in for a quick kiss before allowing her to continue and soon both her shirt and bra were gone. His eyes widened in appreciation of the sight before him and he pulled her close wanting to feel her body against his. His mouth followed his touch and he began to learn her body. She gasped when he reached her nipples and began to play with them. They were so sensitive and her body arched into his hands as her head fell back. He pulled his lips away and looked up at her. “More Britt?” She lifted her head just a little and gave him the naughtiest smile he’d ever seen. “Yes, please.” He resumed toying with her nipples, alternately sucking on one then the other and her hands reached for her jeans as she made small, excited noises. Suddenly she moaned and her body shook hard which David correctly interpreted as an orgasm from simply playing with her nipples and he was amazed at how responsive she was.

Moments late she was nude in his arms and he stroked her vulva gently, making her whimper, “Please, its been so long. I need you.” That was all he needed to hear and he let her go long enough to undress and grab a condom. She watched him, her widening slightly as she took in the man before her and was reaching for him as he moved over her. “Are you sure Britt?” She nodded breathlessly and they kissed again. David slowly slid inside of her feeling how tight she was and they both moaned, holding onto one another. He fucked her slowly, gently and she matched his rhythm, content to be slow, lazy and loved.

Their sex lasted well into the night; the pair was unable to get enough of one another and kept coming back for more. He feasted on her pussy as she sucked him off and then they fucked again hard this time (in his bed rather than on the couch.) Brittany was amazed at herself and having found love again she knew she never wanted to let it (or David) go.

This is the continuation of a post called “A New Beginning” which can be found here.

Give and Take

Alexis grabbed Seth by the shoulders and gave him a toe tingling kiss then a gentle push to knock him back onto the bed. She climbed up on the bed, straddling his lap and kissed him again, toppling them both over backwards with her forcefulness. When they came up for air several long moments later they were both giggling like a young couple, newly in love and Seth held tight to Alexis, not wanting to let her go. She kissed the tip of his nose and wriggled in his arms, enjoying being held and loved.

Seth rolled and now she was the one pinned to the bed by his greater weight and his slowly took her hands and placed them above her head. “Don’t move.” He trailed hot kisses across her jaw and down her neck, moving her t-shirt out of the way to reach as much of her skin as he could. Impatiently he tugged at the fabric, watching her face for any sign of resistance and seeing none, tugged a little harder, smiling as it gave way under his hands and he had unfettered access to her upper body. Alexis gasped at the cool air against her skin and squirmed a bit, stopping when Seth looked at her with intense dark eyes. She felt like a wild animal caught in his gaze and let herself relax into the bed, waiting to see where their adventures would lead tonight.

His strong hands found her breasts and squeezed them gently before tracing a path around her nipples, watching them pucker in response. He lavished her with his attentions, touching and kissing and pinching ever so gently until she made a small noise of desire in the back of her throat. His hips ground against her and she could feel his cock through his pants, pressing against her body and she arched upwards to rub against him. They both sighed at what felt like perfection and Seth slowly worked his way down Alexis’ body unbuttoning her shorts and removing them, grinning at her when he found her sans underwear. “Naughty girl,” and he kissed the top of her pubic mound before sliding away and pulling her to the edge of the bed and spreading her legs to reveal her sex. He kissed and nibbled at her inner thighs, stroking the tiny creases and crevasses of her body with his fingertips. A fire began to build in her belly as he teased her body, touching here and there, knowing just how to elicit a response from her.

Finally as she bucked her hips he slid a single finger into her wetness and curled it upward. That was all it took as she shuddered through her first orgasm of the evening, one that had been building since the moment they first kissed. His finger slid back out and he looked up at her watching her face as he slowly and deliberately sucked the taste of her from his skin. Her eyes closed and her hips lifted, silently begging for more. Seth was only too happy to oblige and gave the woman in front of him what she wanted as he licked and sucked at her clit, slid down to taste her pussy, and flicked his tongue against her skin. Alexis’ moaned and lifted her hips higher. It felt like his mouth was everywhere at once and she was trying to stay quiet so as not to disturb the neighbors, but it felt so good to have such attention lavished upon her. Seth grinned at the little noises she was making and increased his torment of her lovely body, wanting to make her come for him one more time before he fucked her. He wanted her to know he loved her, but also that she was his in a way that was indisputable. So he buried his face into her body licking and sucking and stroking forcing orgasm after orgasm from her. He’d stop now and then to plant kisses along her skin, to nibble at her thighs, and to do his best to show her he loved her. But eventually she grabbed at his hair, pulled him up so she could see his face and spoke, “Fuck me.”

This is what Seth had been waiting for, what his cock had been rock hard for, and he planned to do exactly as she told him. He stood, shucking his pants, and reached for her. She lifted her arms to him, welcoming, and his cock found her pussy, wet and ready after his feast. They both moaned at the initial contact and Alexis wrapped her legs around Seth’s hips as she leveraged her body up and against his so she could feel him deeper inside. They shared a kiss, grinding their bodies together, a dance as old as time itself. And then they were both on the bed, her beneath him once more as he fucked her. First it was a slow, lazy fuck, making them both shiver with pleasure and building anticipation. Slowly it grew to something more. Something harder, faster, more primal.

Alexis dug her fingernails hard into Seth’s broad shoulders crying out with delight as she felt his cock rub just so inside of her and shuddered her release. He gave a fierce smile as she tightened around him and looked down at her as she gasped and squirmed while he fucked her. “I love you.” And those three little words sent her flying again, higher and harder this time. Her legs tightened around him and she clung to him as hard as she could reaching for a kiss from this amazing man and simply melted into the sensations they shared.

Seth was dizzy with desire by now and could feel his cock throbbing as he pounded in and out of Alexis. He was more than ready to come, he wanted to feel those deep muscle spasms around his cock one more time though so he reached between them and pinched at her clit, just hard enough to make her hips buck wildly as she embraced the small bit of pain with all of the pleasure. Now, he thought, now he could let himself go. And he drove into her body hard and fast as she writhed and coiled around him. He groaned as he held stock still, squeezing her hips, head thrown back as his own orgasm took his breath away. Slowly they both recovered from the moment of pure bliss and got situated in the bed to curl up, content for now, to just be.

A Spanking Story

It’s been a long day and I’m tired. There’s still supper to make and chores to be done and I know that my Sir has had a long day of his own. We muddle through it all, as best we can, and try to relax. I’m antsy and squirmy and can’t settle. My thoughts are beginning to fracture into a million tiny pieces as the stress and worries come crashing down one after the other in my brain. He asks what’s wrong and I can only reply, “Everything.” Because that’s how it feels. Even being in my own skin feels wrong.

He stands and taking my hand quietly leads me to our bedroom. I’m bent over the bed and with no warning my pants are around my thighs, trapping me in place, and then come five smacks. Not too hard, but not soft either. Enough to let me know that he means business. Steadying myself against the bed I prepare for more, enjoying the feel of his hands on my skin. Open handed spankings are my favorite, followed closely by being flogged. I haven’t found a paddle that I like yet and I’m particularly loathe to try a cane. Sir’s hand comes down again, slowly, methodically, turning my skin from its normal paleness to a slight pink that will be bright red before he’s done with me.

Repeatedly his hand meets my flesh, hit after hit after hit. Periodically he checks in, making sure I’m alright. Each time I give him, “Green,” and he is satisfied. I can feel how hot my ass is now and I love it. When he stops hitting me for a moment I teasingly wiggle my ass at him, earning me a quick, sharp, spank on one cheek then the other. “More babygirl?” “Yes, please.” My voice is a half whisper, half moan of pleasure and I can hear movement as he reaches for the flogger. The falls tease my skin for a moment.

I hear it sing through the air just before the first impact and when it hits, perfectly placed, I smile. I know how he worked to learn the flogger before it came anywhere near my ass and I appreciate his care and skill. Another half dozen hits and my breath catches with every one. What has gone from a simple spanking to clear my head has led me to desire and need. My movements change, growing more deliberate as I raise my ass to meet the flogger’s kiss. I can smell my own arousal and he can’t resist sliding a teasing finger along my vulva, dipping into my pussy and laughing softly. “Good girl. Just the way I like you.” I whimper at his words and arch into his touch at the same time. A quick kiss to my shoulder and the flogger whistles again, meeting my skin with a feeling like nothing else. He leaves stripes across my skin, a deeper color than the red from his hand and I giggle when he traces the marks with a finger. I’ve relaxed finally and he gives me another dozen hard and fast with the flogger. A low moan escapes my lips and I hear him chuckle. He knows how I like my pain. And pleasure.

The flogger drops to the floor with a soft thud, his hand rests against my lower back, and two fingers slip into my pussy. I’m drenched and aching for an orgasm. “Not yet,” he says quietly. And his fingers flicker gently, teasingly. I press into him, wanting more. And surprising me, his open palm crashes into my skin again and again as he slowly fingers me. Every time he hits me I can feel my muscles clench around his fingers. But his touch is too light, too gentle for me to come. I’m frustrated now and he laughs again. He’s such a tease. “Ask me.”

“Please, Sir, may I come for you?” My voice is soft, desperate, and needy. I almost don’t recognize it. His free hand squeezes my ass hard and his fingers rub ever so gently against me. Without warning he turns his slow movements into something hard and fast, a drum beating against me, “Now.” His voice is sharp and I know that if I do not give, he will take. I enjoy both, but right now I want nothing more than to fall into the sensation and my orgasm rolls through my body, accompanied by a low moan. My hips buck and I feel a third finger. “Again.” And I do. I’m shaking and he holds me steady. My moans turn to soft sounds of contentment. For now, my brain is quiet and I am focused only on him and what he wants of me.

How Bright We Shine

Elisabeth sighed softly, wishing for what she felt she could never have. She just wasn’t that type of girl. Gangly and awkward, shy and odd, she simply stood out as strange more than anything else. She was wickedly funny and had a sharp wit, but those didn’t seem to be the qualities that attracted the men she was interested in.

She met Byron in high school and they went to the same college; they had known each other for years. They were friends certainly, but her heart broke a little every time she watched him dating another shallow, insipid girl that only held his attention because she was pretty. Why couldn’t she have that? Why couldn’t see ever be the object of someone’s affections? She knew she’d never be traditionally pretty, but was she really the ugly duckling that she felt she was?

One lonely night there came a knock at her apartment door. It was Byron and he looked so serious that she let him in without questioning why he was there. He stared at her urgently, as if seeing her for the first time, as if dawn had come and he was a blind man seeing the wonder of it. And he crossed the room in two long strides, pulling her to him. “I want to kiss you,” his voice was rough, desperate, as though he had been waiting years for this instant. Elisabeth stared up at him in shock for a moment before her chocolate eyes half closed as she whispered, “Yes.”

His lips closed over hers fiercely, hungrily, and he held her so tightly that for a moment he was scared he would hurt her, but she clung to him just as tightly, returning his kiss with the passion and ardor of a lover who had been denied for too long. She was having a hard time wrapping her head around this moment as he scooped her into his arms and carried her to back of the apartment, to her bedroom, and slowly, reverently stripped her of her clothing. Byron basked in her beauty, beauty that he had finally seen, that had been right there all along. He wondered how he had missed it. His hands skimmed her collarbones, down to her perfectly formed breasts, along a flat stomach, and across her sharp hip bones. A soft curse left his lips as they followed the trail that his hands had left. Elisabeth was stunned as her wildest dreams seemed to be coming true. She didn’t know what had changed and she didn’t care right at this moment.

Byron looked up at her, his green eyes sparkling with need, with a slightly wicked smile on his lips and deliberately stripped his shirt off, revealing a strong physique that wasn’t quite so perfect as Elisabeth had imagined, but the reality was better than the fantasy by far. She silently reached a hand out to him and together they fell into her bed. They shared another rousing kiss and she felt that, at least right now, he was hers and she was his.

Their sex was passionate and gentle and rough and needy, bodies coming together in haste and perfection and neither of them cared about anything beyond this moment. Byron made love to her in a way that she’d never expected to happen. She lost all resistance to him and loved his body as he loved hers. A full moon shone through the window highlighting and shadowing them at the same time and they came together over and over that night, each time more explosive than the last. Elisabeth experienced things that night that she’d never known before. She hoped that things would never be the same after this night, that she would have finally found someone who could see past her looks and into her heart. “I love you Elisabeth. It’s taken me years to see it, but now that my eyes have been opened I never want to lose you.”

Later, lying beside him Elisabeth couldn’t believe what had happened in the span of a few short hours and she wondered what would happen in the future, if things ended too fast, what would she do. She determined that no matter what happened she would make each moment last. She finally could see herself through another’s eyes; he finally could see her for more than a friend. He loved her and she him, but once she wondered aloud, fearfully, if love was enough to keep them together. Byron held her close in her bed and kissed her soundly. “As long as you’re mine we can make it through anything. We’re just making up for lost time.” And they tumbled together, tangled in the sheets and made love as hungrily as ever, letting the night see them shine in a way that had never been before.

Wicked Wednesday 317 – All’s Fair in Love…

 

After Jim’s punishing evening, he was eventually allowed back into Karen’s good graces (as well as Gary and Linda’s) and the foursome began to spend much more time together, most often in bed after a night of board games or dinner or whatever it was that meant they could spend time together. Living in a small town, they tried not to arouse suspicion as to the real fun they were having. But Karen, who was notoriously chatty, accidentally said the wrong thing to the wrong person and word began to get around. It was suddenly the hot topic and the four of them couldn’t go anywhere, alone or together, without snickers, stares, or comments being made.

Things did eventually die down again as some new piece of gossip worked its was into the town, but the other three weren’t exactly happy with Karen. And Jim’s ego still smarted a bit from that punishing evening a while back. Working together with Gary and Linda, he hatched a plan that just might teach mouthy Karen a lesson. It was a simple plan really and one that Jim knew they could pull off with very little work ( and a lot of fun) on their end of the deal.

The night came and everything was ready to go. As the couples stripped down sharing kisses and touches all the while, Jim made a seemingly innocent suggestion. “You know, Karen, I think after I have been tied down before it should be your turn. Not to watch of course, just be our plaything for the evening.” “Hmm, maybe. What do you two think?” Gary and Linda both smiled at her and simply led her to the bed where the ropes were already tucked out of sight waiting and each one began with a wrist. “Hey! What’s this now?” And Karen laughed as she was secured to the bed, thinking everything was all going to be all in good fun.

Linda kissed her friend and then moved to stand at the foot of the bed admiring not only her and Gary’s handiwork, but the lovely view as well. Karen’s tits and pussy were both on magnificent display and Linda could just barely see her clit beginning to peek out from its hood. She wondered if Karen like the ropes and decided that she must as the other woman squirmed against them for a moment before settling into the comfortable position she could. Karen was naked, open, and vulnerable to anything the three of them wanted.

Jim smiled as well and kissed his wife, almost roughly; he liked seeing her helpless like this and it turned him on like nothing else. He wondered how Karen would like it once they were done with her. He ran his fingers though her hair and she leaned into the touch turning her head towards him and spotting his hard cock, leaking pre-come. “Mmm, is that for me?” “Do you want it?” Jim laughed and leaned forward, letting himself just touch her lips, smearing the stickiness across them. Karen licked her lips and tried very hard to take at least the tip of his cock in her mouth. “I don’t think so. Be a good girl and ask.” Karen pouted. She wasn’t used to asking for much of anything as she was quite spoiled by the other three and glanced around the room as the predicament she was in suddenly hit her. Gary and Linda simply stood watching the exchange and then when Karen didn’t ask Jim walked over to Linda who promptly kissed first Gary and then Jim before speaking, “Jim, may I please suck your dick?” Her voice was breathy, but clearly loud enough for Karen to hear and Jim smiled at her and nodded. “Good girl Linda. And good girls get rewarded.” He pushed her gently to her knees and watched Karen’s face as Linda sucked him off. Her reaction was a mixture of desire and disappointment and a touch of anger as well. Good, thought Gary who was also watching. Karen needed to learn to watch her mouth and perhaps this would be just the way to do it.

The three of them eventually climbed onto the bed and worked their way around Karen who was incredibly aroused, but none of them would touch her unless she asked for it. And the longer she held her silence, the worse things got for her as she wriggled and squirmed and fought to close her legs at one point. God she wanted them to touch her. Finally she couldn’t bear to simply watch and spoke in a small voice. “Please, please touch me? Let me feel you.” She addressed them all as a group and suddenly Gary, Jim, and Linda descended on Karen’s body with hands and mouths and a cock in her pussy and she cried out in delight, although that cry was cut short as another cock found her mouth and began to fuck her face.

She was the center of attention again ans she was loving every single moment of it. But in a few moments, she wasn’t quite so sure how much she was enjoying herself as she began to struggle just a little for air with Gary’s cock almost choking her. And Jim merely making the slightest of movements inside her, and Linda pinching her nipples much harder than normal. She began to lift her hips and tried to pull her head back but she was well bound and not going anywhere unless one of them untied her. Gary gave her a wicked little smile, “Nothing to say Karen?” And she realized this was her own version of punishment.

Without any warning Gary groaned and came in her mouth, while Linda watched approvingly. “Better swallow it all Karen. We wouldn’t want any getting out.” And the other women gave a cruel pinch to her friend’s nipples, making her swallow hastily. Karen whimpered as she still wanted to orgasm even after the rougher than usual treatment, but Jim wasn’t speeding up any and after a few more moments, he pulled out of her altogether, grabbed the large wand vibrator and with Gary and Linda’s help got it positioned just so and tied it down, holding it against her clit. The he turned it on low, just enough to drive Karen up the wall and the threesome left the room to get a drink.