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!”

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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.

Natasha’s Night In

Natasha grinned gleefully as she spotted the box waiting on the front porch. A new toy to try out sounded like the perfect way to start off her weekend. Once inside she unwrapped her package to find a very thick, very heavy, and very detailed fantasy cock. It was shades of marbled green and aptly named, The Orc. She left it sitting on her night stand while she undressed and relaxed in a steaming hot bath.

A glass of wine later and still damp from the bath, she was anxious to try her new toy. She wasn’t even sure if she could take the entire thing. It was a good seven inches long and thicker than her wrist. But that wasn’t going to stop her from trying. She climbed into bed with a bottle of lube, her favorite clit vibrator, and The Orc close at hand. Natasha giggled and settled herself so she could easily reach her toys and closed her eyes, letting her imagination take her away.

She was a young maiden walking in woods that she knew were dangerous to be in, but she’d always been adventurous and while she was old enough to know better to venture so far from town, she was young enough not to care. She’d never believed the stories that were told at night around the fire, bestial figures who roamed the woods and stealing people away from their homes should they travel too far in the wrong direction. Her steps were quiet and she heard a branch snap nearby. Frozen by the sound and suddenly very aware of just how helpless she was as the memories of all the old tales came rushing back to her. She heard nothing more after a moment and turned to be on her way home as night was falling.

The whole time Natasha was building up her fantasy in her head she was gently rubbing at her body, feeling the softness of her skin, her nipples puckered from the chill in the room, carefully avoiding her clit, but tracing around it. She could feel herself growing wetter, her arousal building slowly as it always did during this particular daydream.

With another flurry of snapping branches and heavy footfalls, she found herself staring face to…well chest of a large greenish creature who looked down at her like a prize. Only now, did she understand why these woods were feared. She looked up and gasped as she stared into a pair of gorgeous blue eyes that stood out against his (she assumed) skin. It took her a moment more to notice the small jutting tusks, bald tattooed head, and wickedly sharp looking teeth. She knew she was in a predicament and if she screamed no one would even hear her. An iron grip locked around her wrist and she instinctively pulled back from it as hard as she could, but nothing changed and the creature before her just laughed. “Don’t fight me and this will go easy for you,” came the rumbling voice. “Now, come.” And she half walked and was half dragged along back to a small camp where the only light came from the embers of a small fire. The orc sat down and drug her down to sit in his lap. Oh yes, definitely a him.

At this juncture Natasha smiled and touched her clit for the first time. The jolt was almost electric and she began to rub not necessarily gently, her fingers dancing against her slick skin. A single digit slipped into her pussy smearing her wetness and mixing it with the lube already there. The feeling turned her on further as she pictured the orc holding her hands behind her back. “Be a good girl and you’ll enjoy yourself as much as I will. Fight me and things will go badly.” Those blue eyes, so unusual to her went from playful to serious in a blink and she could do nothing but nod her head mutely, wondering what exactly was going to happen to her.

Then she was lifted up with ease and her dress pulled away from her body with little care. She cried out as she heard fabric tear and tried in vain to cover her now naked body from the prying eyes of this monster. He laughed and tossed the ruined clothing aside before undoing his own loincloth. Her eyes widened and she shook her head no, utterly terrified now as she realized she had just become a plaything for an orc. Natasha lifted the toy to her lips and kissed the tip of it, sucking it into her mouth slowly, working it in and out, taking it deeper until she was almost gagging and could take no more. Her orcish captor tossed her onto the pile of furs nearby and approached quickly, his thick fingers tracing her pussy. She moaned around the cock in her mouth as her own fingers delved inside, sliding in and out carefully, as the orc would be exploring his new toy.

Natasha imagined herself helpless at his hands and, for the moment, let the toy fall to the wayside as she used her fingers to get herself off, just as if the orc was there with her, fingering her pussy with his thick fingers. It made her wish she knew someone with hands so large as to fill her like that and get her off. But instead she would have the next best thing. And thinking of that big green cock she’d been sucking on made her come and come hard. She grabbed her vibe, drawing out the orgasm until she was panting and had to pull the toy away. Incredibly sensitive as she now was, she felt ready to try and take at least part of the toy.

She found the lube, using a generous amount on the gorgeous green cock and let her eyes drift closed again as she pictured herself trapped on her back with the large orc poised over her body. Slowly he entered her, carefully, not wanting to hurt her as she held her eyes tightly closed. Her hands clenched and he stopped his forward movement instead rocking back and forth gently as she got used to the size of him. When she relaxed again he pressed a bit further forward. And found that she was the best prize of them all, an untouched one. He wanted to fill her then and there, claiming her as his. Natasha moaned at the full feeling of the toy, not even half way inside of her yet as well as at her own fantasy of being a helpless virgin taken by the giant orc before her.

Further she pushed the toy, beginning to thrust her hips up to meet it. She was stretched and full and loved the feeling of it. She opened her eyes and looked down to see that she had quickly taken more than she thought and groaned as she wished for even more. Her fantasy counterpart felt a tearing sensation and cried out as the orc forced himself past her hymen and further into her tight pussy. His fingers covered her mouth and she could smell her self as he did so. She was surprised at just how good the smell was and wanted to be brave enough to lick his fingers, but not now. Not this time. He fucked her, gently again, as she opened up to him and finally as she could take all of the length and girth more roughly. As roughly as Natasha fucked herself, her thoughts far away.

Natasha’s eyes opened as she felt the cock bottom out against her and she began to work herself on the toy, writhing against it, fucking it. Her finger pinched at her clit and when that wasn’t enough she again grabbed the vibrator, turning it on low as she rode the orcish cock of her dreams. Pressing it against the base of the toy she shuddered at the faint vibrations and the moved it up to her clit, teasing herself with one toy while she fucked the other. Her feet were planted firmly on the bed and her body rose and fell in a rhythmic dance. A click of a button sped up the vibrations and her own movements as well. She was gasping for breath and she chased that orgasm and suddenly she pictured this orc, the giant not quite human figure throwing his head back and roaring into the night as his own orgasm overtook him. Natasha cried out too, her voice echoing in the empty room as she gushed fluid onto the bed, squirting for the first time as she was filled up with a giant, green cock. She kept moving wanting more and held the vibe against her clit turning it on high. She imagined she could feel the heat of the orc inside her and began to shake as the combination of the vibrator and the dildo did her in again with another breath taking orgasm. She lay there seeing in her mind’s eye as her counterpart came as well and felt deeply satisfied. She clicked off the vibe and rested there leaving the toy where it was for now and dozed in a twilight sleep where anything, even sex with orcs, was possible.

Punishing Jim

Karen spread her legs to reveal the pink wetness between them and gave a naughty grin to the couple standing at the edge of the bed. “So, when do we get started,” she asked as she ran her hands along her body. That was all the encouragement Gary needed and he was on the bed, kissing her feverishly in moments, while Linda went straight for the other woman’s pussy. Karen moaned and then, breaking off the kiss while Gary moved down to play with her nipples, smiled across the room at her poor husband Jim, who was trussed up like a turkey and made to watch as two other people played with his wife. She wondered what he’d do when she let Gary fuck her later.

Between Linda’s ministrations to her pussy and the attention Gary was lavishing on her nipples Karen was ready to come very quickly. Her hips bucked and she moaned, all the while never breaking eye contact with Jim, who was rock hard and squirming in his seat already. He wondered how he was going to survive the evening.

As Karen recovered from her first orgasm Linda stroked Gary’s cock slowly and gently; when Karen was back to a normal heart rate she moved over to Gary and Linda and the two women began to lick and suck and kiss at him, sharing his cock between themselves and sometimes stopping to share passionate kisses with one another as well. Karen left Linda to play with her husband’s cock and she began to focus on Linda, tweaking her nipples, running her hands along her body, and stroking and petting her soft skin. Linda fairly purred, making Gary twitch and gasp as he unleashed a torrent of his come into Linda’s mouth. She took it all then turned to Karen for a kiss, sharing the taste of him with her.

Gary leaned back, sated, and looked over at Jim who looked both aroused and angry and grinned at him. “You only brought this one on yourself you know. Karen told us all about your little transgressions.” Then he turned his gaze to the two women who were writhing across the bed and settling in so they could easily reach to lick one another. Karen was voracious and wild while Linda was slower and more deliberate. The difference in their techniques left them both aching for more and Karen slipped two fingers into Linda’s pussy curling them upward with a fluttering motion as she sucked hungrily at her clit. Linda came first, with a muffled wail that vibrated across Karen’s skin which triggered her second orgasm of the evening. Karen never stopped stroking Linda and slowly added a third finger and pushed a little harder, moved a little faster, determined to force another orgasm from her pretty blonde friend. Split seconds later Karen’s plan worked as Linda cried out again, her entire body trembling with release.

Gary was ready for another round at this point, but couldn’t decide which of the women in bed with him he wanted to fuck first. The ladies solved that little problem for him when Gary laid flat and Karen straddled his cock, rolling the condom down it, as Linda lowered her pussy to his waiting mouth. The women shared a kiss and Karen slipped Gary inside of her with a low moan, watching the look of anguish on Jim’s face as she did so. “How do you like being on the other side, Jim? Is it good for you baby?” And she began to rock back and forth trading kisses with Linda as they pulled and pinched at one another’s nipples as they had their needs attended to. They held onto to each other for support while Karen fucked Linda’s husband.

Gary groaned as Linda ground her pussy against his face riding him just as Karen rode his cock. The sensations were somewhat distracting, especially as Karen began to clench and squeeze her muscles, milking his cock. She wanted to feel him twitch and come for her just as much as she had wanted to make Linda come.

By this time Jim’s cock was nearly purple at the head from being so hard, but the look of jealousy in his eyes certainly didn’t match his level of arousal. He tried to speak around the gag in his mouth and was only left sputtering and drooling on himself. He just wanted this to end, wanted his wife to fuck him and only him. He knew he’d never step out again because watching this was almost more than he could bear. Seeing Karen’s head fall backwards as her body stiffened in yet another orgasm made him moan and the women looked over at him, seeing his face, and Karen briefly wondered if she’d driven him too far, but she didn’t think so. In fact as much fun as she was having, this could become a regular thing. Maybe one day she’d let Jim do more than watch. She’d always wondered what it would be like to have a cock in her pussy and in her mouth at the same time.

Linda and Gary came at the same time and Linda, for her part, was spent, while Gary just needed a break. He wondered if Karen would let him fuck her ass, but after Karen checked on Jim and loosened his bonds and gag, giving him orders not to move, they all settled into the bed for a cuddle and little kisses all around. Karen’s ass could wait.

Honeymoon

Princess Adrienne and her new husband stepped off of the plane and right onto the warm sands of a small private island in the Pacific. Here they would be free to romp, play and enjoy one another to the fullest before having to resume their duties, although Gordon would no longer be expected to work as a guard, but instead appear with the Princess at various functions as well as on his own as a representative of the kingdom. The idea that he would formally be christened an Earl upon their return from the honeymoon somewhat unnerved him; he would certainly be happier if he could just keep being Adrienne’s bodyguard. But he had known exactly what he was getting into marrying his Princess as her father had explained it to him before he asked Adrienne to be his wife.

They settled into the small ocean front bungalow and Adrienne changed into a basic black swimsuit that hid everything it revealed. Gordon just stared at her; he knew he’d never get tired of the woman before him. Before he could change into his own swimsuit Adrienne was gone, walking into the clear blue water. He followed at his leisure just marveling still that she’d said yes. Tonight he’d show her just what that yes had meant.

That evening after a lazy dinner they curled up in the big bed together and just settled, content with one another. Finally Gordon couldn’t resist and turned her to him for a kiss. Adrienne snuggled closer kissing him back, still a little amazed that she was married to this man. They clung together sharing kisses for several moments, almost as if this were all new to them. And then it wasn’t new, but urgent and hungry and Adrienne whimpered at the sudden force of his kisses and his hands on her body. She pressed closer, wanting more of this, of him. And he gave it, hands roaming her bare skin, finding all those sensitive places that she loved to be touched, grabbing at her gorgeous ass, and overloading her body and mind with sensation.

Adrienne giggled when he playfully swatted at her rear end and had the audacity to wiggle it at him. So he popped her again laughingly and they played this game for several more hits before Gordon looked at her. “Kitten, is this your way of asking for a spanking?” She tilted her head for a moment as if in thought and then squirmed again laughing. “Maybe.” Her voice was breathy and soft. “Maybe? I think a maybe is a yes. You haven’t had a good spanking in quite some time have you?” “No Sir.” “Well, let’s change that.”

And Gordon quickly re-positioned her across his lap. She could feel his cock pressing into her belly and wiggled against him. He smacked her ass considerably harder than he had before. “Stay still.” He began to deliver rhythmic slaps to her ass, alternating cheeks and slowly increasing the hardness of his hits. Adrienne wrapped her hands around his leg and tried to stay still, but it got harder with each heavy smack. Finally when her ass was nice and red he stopped and rubbed at the inflamed skin which made Adrienne gasp. Then he trailed his fingers down her ass and between her legs. “Naughty girl. You enjoyed that far too much.” And he teased her body with his fingers watching her try to lift up to meet his touch. “Nope. Not yet Princess.” He moved his hand away and gave her ass one good final smack then pulled helped her to her feet where he motioned for her to turn.

Adrienne moved as he directed and when she came to face him again he was smiling delightedly. “Kitten, you’ve made me a very happy man. But you can make me even happier.” He scooted back up onto the bed, motioning for her to join him and as she reached him, his fingers found themselves tangled in her hair and he gently pushed he face towards his throbbing cock. “Be a good girl Princess.” His voice was slightly rough and she was reminded of that first time he fucked her on the ship. She definitely wanted to be good. Her warm mouth enveloped his cock and her head bobbed up and down slowly for a minute, then she really began to work. Gordon groaned when she sucked hard and had to resist the urge to nearly choke her when she hummed softly. Those vibrations made him want to return the pleasure and his hand left her hair. “Kitten, I have a challenge for you. Turn around and we’ll see who can make the other come first.”

There was some adjusting and giggling, but eventually the couple settled happily into a sixty nine position and Adrienne, determined to win, dove back down on his cock before he could so much as taste her pussy. Gordon pulled her closer to him and began to kiss and lick and nibble at her labia, swirling his tongue against her skin. He was teasing her, trying to make her lose her focus, but he quickly realized that his Princess was too driven to be distracted so easily. So he smiled and kissed her, his tongue tracing sensitive skin before delving lightly inside of her, savoring her sweetness. He licked his own lips and pulled her closer burying his face against her.

Adrienne, for her part, was enjoying his cock like a delightful treat, licking and sucking at it gently and then harder and finally taking him as deep as she could take him into her mouth. Each time she did this she tried for deeper; she was going to deep throat his cock one of these days and she thought if she could focus enough to do it now she might win their little game. Unfortunately, for both of them, they kept getting distracted by the other person’s ministrations and would stop to gasp or moan, to breathe, and to try and control their impending orgasms.

Gradually their self control began to wane and they were bucking and squirming against one another. Every time Adrienne wiggled Gordon would reach around and swat her ass, which made her laugh, which sent delightful vibrations along his cock and made him moan which gave her those same vibrations. But every time Gordon bucked his hips Adrienne relaxed her jaw a little more, letting him slide farther into her mouth before pulling back and sucking hard. She could hear his breath catch every time she did it and could tell he was fighting an orgasm, determined to make her come first. She was right on the edge herself and knew the instant he came she would as well and suddenly, desperately for release she was sucking him for all she was worth. He moaned and catching on to her idea wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard. They bumped together awkwardly, but neither one cared as the moment she tasted him in her mouth her own orgasm hit and she covered his face with her come while swallowing his down like a good girl.

Gordon kissed the inside of her thigh and they untangled themselves laughing together about who won. Adrienne was adamant that she’d won and he just laughed and kissed her. His Princess, his Kitten, his wife.

Wicked Wednesday 315 -Trademarked by Sir

Sir and I had discussed this for weeks. It would be a very permanent decision and we wanted to make sure it was something we could both live with, especially if things happened to sour between us (not that either of us see that happening.) I’d read up on procedures and he had studied designs and placements and we shared our knowledge together over supper, laughing and joking about how things would go. I was his little pain slut so who knew how I’d handle that part. He assured me I’d be fine; I was convinced I’d embarrass myself.

Finally after all the talking and figuring out and deciding was done the appointment was booked. Now it was just a waiting game. And that was the worst part. Finally, the day of I made sure I was well hydrated and had eaten and all was in order. We drove to the shop together and in we went. The procedure started out just like any tattoo session did as the design was checked and copied. I was growing more and more nervous. It was a tiny piece though, shouldn’t take long.

The artist disappeared into the back to set up and when they were ready I headed back, bared my left hip, and the design was placed. Sir approved the location and asked the artist not to use any lidocaine. There was a look from the artist to me and I nodded in agreement. “I want to know what this feels like.”

I settled on my side and got as comfortable as I could waiting for things to begin. Sir chatted briefly with the artist and stood watching where he could see my face and watch my reactions. Finally, after what seemed like an interminable amount of time they were ready to begin and pulled on a pair of gloves, picked up their instrument and made the first cut. It took a moment before I registered any pain, the scalpel was so sharp and the cut so shallow. Soon I was lying there quietly just absorbing the pain into me, relaxing into it. Even the artist commented and I merely smiled. Sir laughed softly, “Ohhh, she’ll be fine, won’t you my little pain slut?” I blushed at this and nodded. “Yes Sir, I will be. I might enjoy it a bit too much so you’ll have to forgive me…,” I trailed off embarrassing myself. The artist smiled and nodded. “You’ll be fine. I’ve seen things before during other types of work.”

Slowly the outline of a beautiful lily was done and I could look down and see it. At some point my pussy had gone from a little damp to soaked and I was in desperate need of an orgasm. “Now for the fun part. I’ll be making tiny cuts and peeling away tiny amounts of skin to expose the layer beneath. It will hurt more that the outline did. Do you want me to numb it?” I looked to Sir for an answer but he just smiled at me. “Your choice, babygirl. Think you can take it?” “I’ll try.” I nodded my head and laid back. My artist grinned. “Tough cookie. I’ve seen men twice your size cry at tattoos and they couldn’t even handle the thought of this.”

Now the hard work began and the strangeness of my skin being literally peeled away from my body was at once a strange feeling, enough that it drove me wild. Soon I was panting softly and the artist glanced at me, nodded once and then looked at Sir, who was watching me closely. “Babygirl, let it out and then we can continue.” I took one long inhale and my entire body shuddered for a long moment. I never made a sound though and exhaled slowly my eyes closing blissfully. “Thank you Sir.” “Can you be good and still now?” “Yes Sir.” “Shall I numb it now? The process will go faster if I do.” He nodded to the artist, “I think so. Babygirl got what she came for.” And I blushed like there was no tomorrow. After my skin was numb to the sensation I was able to finally relax and I half dozed through the rest of the procedure while Sir simply watched as the artist was too focused on my skin to be terribly chatty.

Finally, when all was said and done I had a beautiful lily carved into my hip with strict instructions on how to care for it if I wanted the scars to keloid and stand out against my pale skin. I had officially, permanently, and irrevocably been marked as His. The collar I wore could be removed. This could not.

 

Wicked Wednesday 314 – Suede on Skin

 

Natalie lazed in bed, letting the bright sunlight stream through the room. She could hear Victor getting ready for work downstairs and knew that she should get up, but it was extra difficult this morning. She simply didn’t want to leave the warmth of her bed behind. Victor pounded up the stairs and met her relaxing in bed and smiled at her. “It’s a shame I have an early meeting. A kiss will have to do.” And he bent down to her as she lifted herself to meet him, sharing a rough kiss that left them both wanting more. But they hadn’t the time. “Tonight,” he breathed against her lips and in a moment he was back down the stairs and out the door.

With a sigh, the pretty blonde rolled out of bed, leaving the covers a scattered mess to be put back together later. Maybe. She padded into the bathroom and turned on the shower before taking a look at herself in the mirror. Not bad for middle age she thought to herself. She spun and when she did caught a glimpse of something dark on her rear end. She craned her neck around for a closer look and rubbed at her skin. Her fingertips came away black as well and she frowned slightly. Then she smiled when the memory hit her.

Nude and bent over the bed Victor had taken a soft flogger to her skin. His hits hadn’t left marks, except for the black dye apparently, and she tilted her head, thinking about the moment that the suede had first contacted with her skin. It had been like a tiny electric shock and it made her jump. They both laughed, but Victor had stroked the falls down her back ever so gently and spoke in a firm tone she’d never head from him before. “Be still.” Normally, Natalie wasn’t one for orders and tended to do as she pleased, but she’d promised to try this game and see how she liked it. So far it was interesting. A flurry of hits as quick as Victor could manage. The precise descent of each hit told her he had practiced learning to use it and the care he had taken to ensure he wouldn’t accidentally injure her made her smile.

She turned fully around and stared at the marks on her ass. It had been red last night she knew, but the dye had gone unnoticed and there wasn’t a bruise to be seen. Had it been fun though? Would she left him do it again, maybe harder next time? Natalie really didn’t know. She just hoped the dye hadn’t stained the sheets as she slept and made a mental note to check later. But first a shower. She stepping under the warm water and tipped her head back letting it slide across her skin, around her curves, into her hair, and sighed with pleasure. She recalled having made that same noise the night before. Was it while Victor was hitting her? She couldn’t fully remember all the details; it had been a lot to take in all at once. But she knew something had made her happy so she thought harder determined to flesh out the memory to its fullest. And she suddenly thought yes, it was when he hit her, right across the fullest part of her ass, the falls of the flogger connecting, then sliding away. She wanted to feel that sensation again.

As she showered she replayed the flogging from last night, over and over in her head. She even knew how many hits there had been. Thirty. Not too hard, not too soft, just thirty even hits, to let her test out the idea of being flogged. She closed her eyes remembering the fucking that had come after. Victor had been aggressive and tender at once and she loved it. Her will submitted to his. His cock had driven into her cunt filling it right up and she moaned softly to herself. Leaning against the shower wall, letting the water pound her skin she masturbated slowly, her fingers tracing her clit with one hand as the other played with her nipples. She kept picturing last night, the way he’d instructed her to bend over the bed and present herself to him. At first it had been somewhat embarrassing, being on display like that, even if Victor was the only one who could see her. Then he pressed her back further into the bed, causing her to arch and lift her ass higher. “Better,” he’d growled, and teased her ass with the tips of the flogger. How soft it had felt then. He warned her that he was going to hit her and the single stroke fell across her ass the flogger whistling through the air just before impact. Over and over he’d hit her, never once pausing, trusting that if it was too much for her she would end their game. He’d been proud of her when she didn’t.

By now, Natalie was fingering her wet cunt, wishing Victor was there to fuck her, to suck and bite at her nipples, to hit her again. She moaned, her noises drowned out by the water and grabbed the removable head from the wall. Angling it just so, she let the water pound against her clit, fucking herself with her fingers. With a strangled cry her orgasm took her body over and she shook, barely able to keep herself upright. She gave a satisfied sigh and licked her fingers clean before she went about the business of actually showering. She scrubbed at the black dye on her skin and got most of it off, but could see remnants of it in spots here and there. She laughed a soft laugh as the memory of that first hit crossed her mind again and Natalie decided that, yes, she wanted Victor to hit her again. Maybe even with something harder. Maybe even leave marks. And maybe she would even be OK with that firm tone of voice.

But she wanted to try it again, once or a dozen times more just to be sure she liked it. She thought Victor might be quite obliging on that point and she figured a sexy text message or two should get the point across. Natalie smiled again and went about her day, reminded every so often of the few faint dye marks left on her skin and couldn’t wait for Victor to get home.