Wicked Wednesday – (A Guard and His Princess)

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Adrienne’s small helpless noises as he spanked her ass only served to turn Gordon on more and she was writhing in his lap. They both knew she could feel the hardness of his cock and her mouth was positively watering at the thought of it. This time she wanted to taste him, to let him fuck her mouth, and treat her like the slut she had always craved to be. She cried out at the thought of him in her mouth and Gordon smacked her harder. “Be good Princess. Be good and I’ll give you what you I know you want.”

And he gently pushed her from his lap to undo his fly. Adrienne was kneeling on the carpeted floor now and as his cock sprung free she gasped softly in delight before leaning forward to lick the length of it like a lollipop. Gordon watched her through hooded eyes, not wanting to miss a thing, but when she sucked tip of him into her mouth and tasted the pre-come that had gathered there he closed hid eyes and let the sensation take him. He couldn’t believe it was the Princess, the daughter of such a powerful man as the king he served that had her plump lips wrapped around his cock. He watched her mouth open wider to try and take him all in and her small hand wrapped around the base of his shift where she couldn’t quite reach and squeezed. The feeling was exquisite and he knew if he wanted to fuck her again he need to take back control before he exploded in her mouth. Gordon tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her up to face him. “Do you want me to fuck you Princess? Or would you like to fuck me; riding my cock and filling your body with it?”

She merely moaned in delight at his words letting her head fall back and he lifted her to her feet as he stood with her. They both shed their clothes, laughing at the strappy top again as her boots joined the pile this time and he pulled her to the large bed that dominated the room. Laying down together they kissed intensely, passionately before Adrienne took change and pushed Gordon onto his back so she could crawl a top of him. She teased herself for a moment rubbing herself along his cock and he groaned softly at the feel of her smooth skin rubbing against him, spreading her slickness. And then she was guiding him inside of her, taking his full length with a soft moan and began to move her hips. She ground into him, lifting up and sliding back down and riding his cock with all the trick she could think of. Gordon’s hands roamed along her body, reaching up to tweak a nipple her and squeeze a hip there, sometimes lifting his hips to meet hers as she rocked her own.

Finally his fingers found her clit and she leaned back a bit still moving, to give him better access and he began to rub her gently, then harder as she cried out, “More!” Her hips and his finger never stopped moving she suddenly she came all over his cock, drenching him in her wetness. He swore softly at the feeling of her tight around him and fairly threw her off his cock to find his way between her soaked thighs. His tongue traced patterns and was by turns gentle and rough and soon she was moaning and lifting her hips for him. Gordon’s hands slid beneath her body, cupping her ass in his hands and drawing her closer to him. He kissed her, his tongue, delving between her lips and she cried out so he did it again harder this time and she pushed against him, her body begging for more. He obliged and suddenly another orgasm rolled through her body like a freight train and she grabbed his hair tugging him up to her for a wild kiss, loving the taste of herself against his lips.

“I don’t know if I want to suck you off or if I want you to fuck me. I just know that I want you,” her voice was soft but harsh. “Well, Princess, I think you’re going to do both and he guided her back down to his cock which she enveloped with her mouth once more and he began to thrust his his hips slowly gently, his soft voice urging her to relax. As she did so, lulled by his voice his cock slid deeper and deeper into her mouth before hitting the back of her throat gently. “Swallow.” Adrienne did and couldn’t help the gush of wetness that hit her pussy as she knew he was in total control here. And then he pulled her away from his cock once more and before flipping her to her back.

Gordon steadied himself above her and smiled, “Ready Princess.” “Yes Sir, please fuck me.” Her words and submissively naughty tone of voice alone were enough to make him even harder, if that was possible and his cock found her wet, twitching pussy. He drove himself into her hard and fast fucking her furiously, using her for his pleasure. She spread her legs wider and lifted her hips for him and he growled, “Good slut.” His words were enough and he felt her come for him one more time. “Oh you like that? You like being a dirty slut, don’t you Princess? Well, that’s what you’re gonna be. My little slut, ready to fuck, suck, and be a good little toy for me.” She was gasping incoherently at his words and only arched her back harder, wanting more of him, wanting him to own her, if only for a moment.

Suddenly, he threw his head back with a wild cry and slammed into her once last time, his come jetting out of him to coat her insides. He pulled away from her and made an impatient motion with his hand. “Clean me.” And his slutty little Princess dove for his cock, tasting the two of them mixed together and moaned around him. He was going to come in her mouth this time and she was going to swallow every drop of it. For now she was his. They both refused to think of the upcoming days where she’d be forced back into a role she hated and he’d become just another guard. Right now there was only this.


Wicked Wednesday 299 – Pirates – (A Valuable Treasure)

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Gordon slipped onto the yacht, his tuxedo a perfect fit and nary a hair out of place. He scanned the room for his mark and found hear easily, dressed in black leather straps, a mini skirt, and matching boots. The outfit left little to the imagination. Now how to get her away from her handler. That seemed easy enough as Gordon watched the younger man eyeing several other women like meat. He walked over and indicated he’d watch the woman for him if he wanted to go look. The younger man agreed and walked away with a swagger. Gordon shook his head at all the leather and leashes around him. These crazy charity auctions were so overdone. He doubted most people in the room could even tell a flogger from a tawse.

Quickly Gordon grabbed her arm and propelled her though the room, “Hey where are we…?” “Hush, I’ll explain later, but right now you’ll be safer with me Princess.” Her eyes widened. No one was supposed to know who she was anymore, she’d dyed her hair and changed her name and done her best to hide from the prying eyes of society.

Before anyone had noticed the missing woman she was gone, whisked away by this handsome stranger, they were in a secluded room at the back of the ship. It was full of all sorts of delightful instruments of the best kind of torture and the young woman gave an involuntary moan and the sight and smell of everything. Gordon chuckled softly at her response and whispered softly, “Want to play?” She spun to face him, “I don’t even know your name.” “Gordon. Gordon Abbot.” “And just what makes you think I want to play, Mr. Abbot?” Her voice wasn’t quite steady. “Well, the noise you made just now was a pretty good clue. And your breathing has accelerated as well, not to mention the sound of your voice. All of those things suggest excitement. So, shall we have some fun before I whisk you away?” He issued the challenge with a glint of humor in his eyes, never expecting the leather skirted young woman in knee high boots, and a top that was more strap than top would slowly kneel in front of him.

Gordon smiled down at her, leering just a bit and ran his fingers through her dirty blonde hair. “You’ll be good for me, won’t you Princess.” “Yes Sir.” Her voice had lost some of the breathiness it had held before to be strong and sure and he realized she was a very confident young woman. Far different from the shy, retiring girl who had run away several years ago. “Up. And strip. Leave the boots.” Adrienne complied as quickly as she could muttering her annoyance at the strappy top she had worn. Gordon laughed and took pity on her, helping to untangle her from the top. And there she stood, naked and proud her chin lifted, but her eyes cast down, Gordon’s perfect image of a submissive. And he knew he was in too deep already.

He walked around her his hand tracing around her waist gently. He pulled her back against him and told her in no uncertain terms that she would come for him, until he was done with her. She could feel his erection against her ass and dared to wiggled against him which earned her a smack that was mostly noise. Around them in other rooms they could hear the muffled sounds of pleasure and it would only serve to enhance their own. He swatted her other ass cheek just as noisily and walked over to the wall, looking for specific things. First a wartenberg wheel, followed by a blindfold, but he ignored the spanking instruments for now. He didn’t think they’d have time for a proper spanking. Hell, they didn’t really have the time for this, but it was just too tempting.

Gordon blindfolded Adrienne and tickled her sides gently making her giggle. Her laugh was infectious and he chuckled as well. Then he leaned her forward and ran the wheel up her back, first on one side of her spine then the other. She arched into it and it was clear she enjoyed the sensations. He kept running it along her skin, varying the pressure and placement before eventually abandoning it in favor of using his own hands to touch her. Reaching around her body he palmed her breasts and pinched at her nipples hard at first then easing the pressure into something softer. She moaned under his hands and twisted against him. Gordon smiled as he could smell her sex and jerked her body against his with his sharp words. “Come. Now.” And Adrienne shuddered as her body responded to the commanding tone and the sensations that had threatened to overwhelm her. Gordon’s fingers found her clit and rubbed gently drawing out her pleasure and ready to take his own. But he wasn’t done with her yet.

His strong fingers stroked her vulva before delving gently into her cunt. She whimpered as he pulled his finger away and she listened to him suck her juices from his fingers. He whispered in her ear, “You taste good.” And his two fingers dove back into her body curling upward hard against her and Adrienne moaned for him. Her wetness drenched his hand and he grinned to himself. “I didn’t tell you to come for me Princess. But it’s OK. I like it when you do. Now do it again,” he insisted as his fingers moved inside of her. And she did.

This time when he pulled his fingers away he traced them against her lips and she opened her mouth to suck them clean, enjoying the taste of her own cunt. She fairly purred against his skin and it was his turn to make a low noise in the back of his throat. Quickly he shed his pants, not worrying about the rest of his clothing. He knew time was running out to get the Princess off the boat. He bent her over and his cock teased her slit before sliding into a warm home inside of her and she gasped, tightening around him and coming hard as she had yet, nearly causing him to spend himself then and there. “Princess, if you do that again you’re gonna make me come too. Would you like that?” “Yes,” she hissed and squeezed him again. He swore softly and began to fuck her hard and fast now, not wanting to wait any longer. Her body shook under the weight of his onslaught and she would find bruises on her hips later.

With a high pitched squeal she orgasmed again and her cunt muscles fluttered and squeezed at his cock as hard as they possibly could. He gave one, two more strokes, then slammed himself against her as he came, filling her with warmth. They rested together for a moment, both breathless before he pulled away from her and stood up, grabbing a couple of towels for them to clean up. He was all business again. “Get dressed. We have to go.”

Wicked Wednesday – (Twenty One) – (Embracing the Numbers)

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Sometimes I’m made to count. The first time was twenty one (the goal had been twenty four I believe.) Other times the numbers have varied, but always in the double digits. I haven’t counted in some time, but now it is definitely on my mind.

If I’m a good girl, and I always am so I’m told, I get to enjoy lots of orgasms. Sir doesn’t often make me count, but when they do I’d better keep track of those numbers, which is really hard to focus on when you’re coming like crazy. And sometimes being made to orgasm over and over is the best thing in the world. It clears my head of everything but the pleasure I’m feeling and the endless parade of numbers that I must try to remember, but often lose track of. Losing track sometimes means starting over. It becomes a war within my head between keeping the numbers straight and letting the pleasure wash over me.

It is a sweet torture, one that certainly has its own rewards. Being teased and fucked or toyed with until those orgasms hit. After a while they come slower and smaller, but are still there. And sometimes in a fit of sheer exhilaration I get the giggles or I cry and I can’t stop. I’m fine and unharmed, but my body just gets so overwhelmed at the feelings and experience as a whole that I need another way to get it out. It is the same as a spanking in that regard, but so very different at the same time simply because of the sensations I feel. Although now I’m wondering how it might feel to be spanked while I was trying to count orgasms. Hopefully I wouldn’t be expected to try and count swats as well. I’d never be able to keep things straight!

But there are times that I struggle with it too. Sometimes the orgasm(s) won’t come no matter how much I may want one, or twenty one, and that is when I get frustrated the most. I get plenty of hugs and reassurances from my partner, but am also reminded that I’m very different from many women who always struggle to reach orgasm. Or from those who are “one and done” because I am almost never going to be happy with just a single orgasm. My body just begs for more, often until it is too much and leaves me aching. I usually get called a greedy girl then and I can’t help but agree. I know that I’m lucky to be able to experience pleasure in the way that I do and I’m glad that I get to have such awesome sexual experiences with my partner. I don’t think I’d change a thing about it when it comes down to my orgasmic nature. Does anyone else agree or disagree? Have thoughts on being able to have multiples orgasms or just one or even none? How do those individual experiences affect you?