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.

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Wicked Wednesday 316 – (Bound Release)

Diana smiled as she walked around her partner in a circle, looking at her work wrapped around her beautiful body. The rainbow patterned rope suited Anna’s personality and stood out wonderfully against her skin. Di had multiple hand holds she could use to position her, a gorgeous harness which highlighted her lovely tits, and overall felt like this was her best rope work yet. She was still learning though, just like we all are and noted some small improvements could be made. But that wasn’t important now.

What she wanted now was Anna. And she slipped the blindfold over her eyes, lead her to the bed and sat her down on the edge. She used her hands to tease and caress Anna’s skin, deliberately at first avoiding any really sensitive places, although she did tickle her a bit, just to see her squirm and hear her laugh. When she laughed the ropes tightened a bit and she gasped at the reminder of them and began to squirm a bit, testing them out while her lover touched her. Finally Diana tweaked her nipples gently and the bound woman moaned, arching into her hands. She squeezed her tits, feeling her nipples harden further and leaned down to take them, one at a time into her mouth, sucking gently as she wriggled in her bondage.

Suddenly our rigger grabbed the front of her harness, yanked her up, spun her around and bent her over. She barely had time to catch her breath as several sharp spanks were delivered to her ass. Anna moaned at the feeling and shook her ass at Diana, daring her to hit her again. So she did, another dozen hits that left her ass red and just a little stingy, nothing more. And an instant later Diana was pushing herself into her lover’s cunt, that tight, wet cunt that belonged to her and her alone. She fucked her until she orgasmed around her cock, then pulled out and hauled her up the bed, letting the ropes bite at her skin. A soft flogger came down across her chest, catching both nipples at once and she yelped in surprise trying to get away instinctively. She grabbed the front of the ropes and held her in place while she flogged her tits a couple dozen times, then again took her nipples into her mouth, soothing the pain the best way she knew how.

Her fingers found Anna’s clit, rock hard and throbbing, and her cunt just below still dripping from her first orgasm. She teased her, laughing at her as she writhed against her pretty ropes. Finally three fingers slid inside of Anna and curled against her g-spot, which left her lifting her hips from the bed and crying out. She held her up, suspended by her shoulders and the rope while Diana made her come again before letting her fall back onto the bed like a rag doll. She couldn’t stop moving now as she enjoyed the pressure of the rope and Anna yearned to touch her, but her hands were bound just as well as her body.

Once more Diana pressed against her, into her, filling her with her cock and began to fuck her hard using the ropes wrapped at her hips to drive deeper into her, making the entire bed shake as they fucked. Anna did her best to meet Di, thrust for thrust, but with her hips being held in place it was difficult and only caused more squirming from her. The squirming plus the ropes and the feeling of being so full of Diana’s cock made Anna come again, this time with a loud screeching moan that seemed loud enough to wake the neighborhood And Anna fell back, completely spent. Diana wanted more, but knew it would wait and removing the blindfold, quickly began to untie the other woman, not wanting to leave her bound for too long, one because there was always safety to consider and two because she wanted to feel Anna’s arms around her.

Finally free, Anna gave a cat like stretch, then reached for Diana, pulling her close. “I think I like it when you tie me up. We’ll have to do it again sometime. Or maybe you can show me how to tie you up.” And she gave a naughty little grin as Diana’s eyes widened at the possibility.

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 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.

Review: Liberator Wedge

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I had been lusting after a Liberator wedge for some time to see if I would like it before diving into larger purchases like the ramp or other pieces of their furniture. Betty’s Toy Box was kind enough to provide one for me as my first review with them and so far you can color me impressed. I knew to expect a smaller box than one might think as Liberator compresses their items before shipment and I got such a kick out of opening up my package and seeing it expand. Sadly I didn’t think to get a picture before pulling it out of the zippered bag it came shipped in (which just might be a great place for toy storage cause I know I’m never cramming the wedge back into it!)

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Upon putting the lovely purple cover onto the wedge itself, I was struck by the feeling of the material. It is a microfiber that has an almost velveteen feel to it. And my immediate response was to recoil from it. Something about the way it felt in my hands just wasn’t quite right. But when I laid on it and pressed my body against the fabric it didn’t bother me at all. Clearly I’m a bit of an odd duck. It also attracts dust, lint, cat hair, etc. like crazy, which you can somewhat see in the photo below.
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I tried to squish it and compress it with just my hands to no avail. Holding onto it, it feels very sturdy and well made. My next test would be to sit on it and see if my plus size self could squish it that way. It gave beneath my weight, but I couldn’t fully squish or compress the material even at my size (I’m a 22/24/26 depending on the brand.)

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So there went my concerns about being too heavy for the wedge. Additionally I used a gallon of water (8.34 US pounds) to see just how it would compress. The water made almost no impression in the material.

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I am almost too wide for it though so the plus size wedge might’ve been a better choice for me, but with some care I can stay put just fine.

The Liberator wedge comes in measuring 24L x 14W x 7H and has a twenty seven degree angle that, on its first outing, my partner and I discovered it was great for fisting play. No more sore wrists for them and better angles for more sensations for me. I was excited to see how else we could use the wedge to improve our sex life. Turns out we found lots of ways both together and me by myself. One thing we found out is that it has to be pretty firmly wedged (see what I did there?) in place or things didn’t line up quite right. My butt was basically hanging off the edge to be comfortable if I was on my back. I could easily lay across it on my stomach for great blowjobs or have it under my hips for all sorts of fun, both on my back or stomach. I was comfortable no matter what position I laid in, including using it as a pillow for reading.

To some, the idea of sex furniture may seem a bit odd, but a position aid like this is doing amazing things for my sex life and I think it is something everyone should at least consider trying out. The versatility it brings is wonderful and that’s all the reason I need to keep the wedge close at hand. My experiences with it have led me to become a believer in sex furniture and I think anyone who wants a way to spice things up without bringing “traditional” toys into the mix should try the Liberator wedge and see what kind of fun you can create. To purchase one, head on over to Betty’s Toy Box where they retail for $90 and you get free shipping!

Wicked Wednesday 313 – Sexual Confidence

Wicked Wednesday... a place to be wickedly sexy or sexily wicked

 

I walked up to the well dressed man in the perfectly fitted suit and smiled at him. He tipped his drink in my direction. “Hello there.” I felt completely out of my league here, but I knew the only way to find out if he might be interested was to try it. I refused to be the underdog who magically changed and got the guy. Instead I just let myself ooze a confidence that I didn’t always feel. I knew I wasn’t the usual picture of desire than many people thought they wanted, but ninety percent of the time, it worked and I got my guy or girl. He smiled and spoke, his voice deeper than I had anticipated. “Hi yourself.”

Taking a sip of my bourbon I smiled and opted for something cheesy and silly, hoping to make him laugh. “So what’s guy like you doing in a place like this?” as I gestured around the quiet, slightly seedy bar that was filled with a number of people having after work drinks, most of them dressed far more casually than either he or I. “I could ask you the same question.” “Nope. You first.”

“Well, I’m just in town for the weekend and this was the bar that an old friend and I used to spend our days at in college. I was hoping we could meet up again, but I’ve been stiffed it seems.” He laughed, shaking his head, “Probably because he found himself a hot guy to spend the night with instead.” I immediately wondered if I had misjudged my target, but I didn’t think so. “Now, why are you here Miss?” I blushed slightly and offered him a perfectly manicured hand (part of the confidence was looking the part you know), “Andrea. And this is my usual place to stop. It’s close to home and has one of the best whiskey collections in the city.” Another sip of my drink and another smile. “I didn’t get your name.” “Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Peter.” He grinned apologetically at me and signaled the bartender. “Another for me and another for the pretty lady here.” I finished my first drink just as the second arrived and I grinned cheekily at him. “So, what shall we drink to?” “Hmmm, I’ll drink to a gorgeous, curvy brunette with a sense of curiosity.” And he raised his glass as I giggled softly, “Well then I’ll drink to the cute blonde guy in the suit.” I raised my glass as well and we drank, both savoring the taste of our respective drinks.

We spent the evening flirting first subtly and not so subtly and after our fourth drink we both decided enough was enough. “Do you want to come back to my place?” I was direct and perhaps a little forward, leaning into him almost aggressively. He agreed, tucking a stray strand of hair back behind my ear. It was a simple gesture, but erotically charged after our flirting and I smiled. I expected him to be killer in bed and I hoped he could keep up with me.

We arrived at my small apartment laughing and talking about nothing important and as I shut the door and turned I found him right there. “I want to kiss you, Andrea.” I leaned against the front door and gave him a naughty grin. “And I want to do all manner of unspeakable things to you Peter. So I think it is safe for you to kiss me.” He leaned in and my lips met his, warm and soft, as I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders. Even though I am not what one would call skinny he was physically larger than I was, although not imposing and he soon had me trapped against the door as we made out like a couple of horny teenagers.

He lifted my body against his and I was momentarily startled by his strength. Very few men would even try to pick me up like this. I found my legs wrapped around his waist, my skirt riding up my plump thighs to reveal the tops of my stockings. He pulled me closer and trailed kisses down my neck before murmuring in my ear, “Bedroom?” “Down the hallway, all the way to the back. And he carried me there, his hands kneading at my ass. “God, I want you.” He let me down, steadying me as I got my balance on my heels before I stripped to a matching purple satin bra and panty set. My plus size body was fully revealed to him and he smiled wolfishly, eating me up with his eyes before kissing me again, hungrily, needily. It didn’t take long before we were nude and in my bed, unable to keep our hands off each other. He wasn’t a perfect specimen, but his furry chest was warm against me and I reveled in the feel of his body. I could feel his cock and I reached down to stroke it taking pleasure in the look on his face when I did. “Don’t do that,” he rumbled, “or else you’ll have me popping like a teenage boy again. And I want to feel your pussy around me.” I gave a final squeeze and tossed him a condom from the bedside table.

I watched as he sheathed a thick, veiny cock and then pushed him back against the pile of pillows we had built up. Straddling him freely, my breasts and belly bounced as a rocked my hips against him, letting him fill (and feel!) me up. My hands rested on his shoulders as I rode him and his found my breasts, cupping them in his hands, letting the excess over flow. His head lowered to my nipples making me moan as he found out for himself just how sensitive they are. I moved fast, my breathing uneven and ragged as he teased me while I bounced on his cock.

Without warming he grunted and thrust himself against me and I could feel his twitching cock, which set off an orgasm of my own as I ground myself into him murmuring his name over and over. He held me close against him, unwilling to relinquish me quite so easily.

I smiled to myself, thinking how boring my night could’ve been had I not been willing to put myself out there and approach a complete stranger in a bar. It was all about being confident, something more people could stand to learn. I rested my head on Peter’s shoulder and kissed his neck. We might only share tonight, but I was going to make it a memorable one.

KOTW – Accents, Languages, Voices – (That Sexy Growl)

He tilted my head back, looked at me, then leaned over so I could hear him speak.”Strip for me.” The powerful voice with that slight edge of a growl did funny things to my cunt, but I immediately started removing clothing, not caring if it was sexy or not. He just wanted me naked. The moment my panties hit the floor he had me bent over the bed spanking my ass with one hand while pinning me with the other. “Count.” And I counted as though my life depended on it because in that moment, to me, it did.

I knew logically he’d never purposefully injure me in any way, but right then having my ass reddened while he growled filthy things at me, told me I was a slut, his slut, and that he would beat my pretty ass into submission was a perfect storm for me to be wet and ready when he slid two fingers into my cunt. “Ohhh, dirty girl aren’t you?” I nodded my agreement while arching my body against him. “Please…” My voice was a soft whine of neediness.

His fingers were gone in an instant and shoved into my mouth. I sucked eagerly, hard, tasting myself and moaning. My ass was on fire, my cunt was throbbing and he just kept up with that sexy, sexy growl of his, giving orders and driving me closer to that edge. Finally, when he thought I was ready his voice changed to a soft whisper that somehow still growled. “Come for me before I fuck you.”

And I did. And he fucked me. And when it was all over the sleepy growl was an “I love you,” as he pulled me close, caressing my skin.