Have I pleased you?
I confess that now my cunt really is throbbing. I won’t be able to hold out much longer, I think, but if I have pleased you, then I hope I have earned that release.
I strip off my running shorts and lay back against the back of the chair. My feet go onto the footstool where I put my feet together and let my legs splay open. I can smell myself. I can feel the wetness inside of me and coating my cunt. For the third time this evening, I reach down and run my fingers around my clit. For the past hour or so, I’ve been ordered to edge, and I have done just that while I envisage the feel of your cock first pressing against me, gliding over my pussy, but more, it has to be more. I plant my knees down as my hips lift off the chair. Yes, yes I do remember, the thickness of you, the weight of your cock in my hand, the way it felt as it penetrates my cunt, or I should say your cunt.
I wish that you could see me here. Mouth parched, lips dry. For hours now I have built to this. I close my eyes and I feel the weight of you on top of me, sliding back and forth against me sliding your cock against your cunt. Teasing, edging me harder. My breathing starts to labour. I am yours. I know that to the core of my knowledge. I push up against your imagined cock. Touching my fingers to my clit and sliding them over the top, spreading the wetness more. I place my finger to my clit. I hear your voice inside my head. ‘Show me your cunt, whore’. I press my legs wider and my hips push higher in the air. ‘yes, sir, see your cunt, your good little cunt, see how much I like to touch myself.’ So greedy, so hungry. My hips start to pump uncontrollably against the air.
Oh sir, can you see your pussy. See what I give you, though it’s yours to take. We both know that’s the truth of the matter. It’s no more mine than the stars in the sky.
I hear again, ‘ You do like fucking yourself, don’t you?’ I can’t deny it. ‘Yes, yes sir,’ is merely a whisper as it passes my lips. I want to please you. I fuck the air, higher, harder and with each thrust, I picture you, but it’s more than that, I can feel your hardness, smell your scent, taste your lips against mine even though you’re not there.
The finger on your clit speeds up. I know it’s not mine, but yours. Yours to command, yours to use, yours to give away should you wish. I can feel the question forming in my mind, but can I chain the words together to ask? For the past few hours my pussy has been thrumming softly, distracting me just in the corner of my mind. The desire building but knowing I can’t let it go. Not yet. In my denial, I know I please you. The more I can give, the more you happily take and that only makes me want to push myself more, please you more, give more than you would ask. Not long now. I know it. Still hold off a bit more. A bit longer.
I shove a finger into my pussy, but have to remove it again. It isn’t satisfying enough after imagining your cock there. I close my eyes and visualise you again. Faster and faster. I can feel the tension building, I can’t hold it off much longer.
There, in my head, I hear it, the slap of your doubled up belt across my pussy. My whole body strains against itself. Wanting that sweetness again. I lick my lips. ‘Another please, sir.’ I push my legs fully open, straddling the chair, my lips open to all. This time I can hear it. The swish as it cuts through the air just before my body strains and I’m sure I’ve felt your belt again. All of this for you, Sir. ‘Please, Sir, May I? I am so very close. Please let me cum.’ I’ve tried so hard to please you. My hips fling themselves into the air, my finger flies over my clit. I’m panting now. ‘Please sir, May I come? Please? Please? For you?’
‘Cum for me, slut’ I hear you say. Come for me, and let me claim you forever. Come for me, and be my property always’. I hear your voice and my speed increases, my orgasm grows. No turning back now. I try to bite back the noises coming from my mouth, but I can’t trap all of it. A wave of pure pleasure shoots through me. My cunt muscles clench and I swear I feel your cock there. Again and again, the orgasms keep rocking through me. Until finally, I fall back against the cushions of the chair. My breathing slows, the tingling sensation buzzing through my body slowly recedes. I open my eyes. And though I’m alone in the room. I know you were there with me. Owning me. Using me. I lie back and smile. Yours.
To serve
How shall I please you today, Sir? I think my tongue has decent reach. I think I could bury my face in your ass and lick you from your balls all the way back, sucking them gently into my mouth as I move along, pushing my face between your cheeks and dipping my tongue inside you. Licking and lapping, shooting my tongue in and out again, swirling it around inside you. Taking your balls in my hand, massaging, pulling, squeezing. Feeling your hips thrusting forward for a change instead of mine. Though, even now I can feel my hips swaying with want.
If you’d let me, I could reach around, careful of my balance and grasp your cock firmly in my hand, stroking along the underside, adding pressure as I slide all the way down and then back to the top, changing the pressure as I go. My tongue delves deeper as my hand increases. I love the feel of your muscles tensing under my ministrations. I pick up the pace. My tongue speeds up and I shove it deeper in and then pulling it back, licking from behind your balls all the way back.
I call for Grace to kneel in front of you. Your cock pointing right towards her face. She takes your balls in her hands and starts pulling and kneeling, I pull my tongue out and insert a finger instead as my pace increases. I shove in harder and faster. Your back passage is wet from my saliva and my finger slides in easily, I add another. Again increasing the speed. Jacking you hard. Going faster. I can hear the moans escaping your lips and your muscles start to tense. May I make you cum, Sir? Please. I hear it whispered first and then louder. Yes, slut, cunt, whore, you may. I add my tongue to your balls and drive into you my mouth increasing the suction, my hand flowing all around your cock. Your breathing is ragged, I can hear you nearing, no longer restraining yourself and with a last jerk, you shoot your cum all over Grace’s face, and I continue to drive you home until you slow. I take my fingers out and turn you around to face me. I take your cock in my mouth and lick you clean, leaving no trace. Then, I lean down to Grace. I kiss her face all over, with each kiss, gently cleaning up your cum from her face. Soon, you sit down. I kneel before you. Lower my mouth to your feet and lightly kiss them. Thank you, Sir, I whisper and I await your next wishes all the while feeling my cunt, throbbing, wanting. I hope you will be pleased and make use of your cunt again.
The Dance
You kiss me as though I alone am your life source.
Against the wall you press me. My legs wrap around your waist, the sensation of your excitement through your old work jeans is enough to send me over the edge, still I resist.
We slide to the floor where you carefully settle me beneath your weight.
Kissing down my still half clothed body, you pause at my entrance, guarded only by a thin piece of lace.
You kiss me through my panties, "Mmmm," I moan.
Like some love-starved beast you peel the piece of cloth from my body using only your teeth as I continue to writhe beneath you.
Spreading my thighs you don't give me a chance to recover before you are feasting on my core.
The sounds are hypnotic as you suck, lick and nibble on my most sensitive parts.
Taking it to the Mattresses
Withdrawing, he flipped her on top.
With a devilish grin she slid down, glimpsing his thick cock, glistening with her juices.
He nearly bucked when she wrapped her petite hand around it and licked its entirety.
"MMMM," She muttered, "You are right. I do taste good."
"Fuck! What are you doing to me?” He moaned.
Giggling, she said, "This," Before kissing the engorged
tip.
He grunted, gripping the sheets.
"Oh! And this," She added, before slipping the
whole of him into her mouth.
Releasing him with a loud pop,"So smooth and rich."
Uncharted
His form was uncharted territory. Her lips, the explorers, claiming every inch as their own.
She gently tugged his skin with her teeth, before smiling as a groan vibrated through the man beneath her.
After a quick swipe of her tongue on the bite mark, she moved lower for darker adventures.
The Reveal
I feel as though my heart will soon explode from nerves, as I let my towel slip from my body.
I can nearly taste the tension while your eyes wander where no man has touched before.
As you remain speechless, my hands instinctively reach to mask what I have deemed as ugly.
Without warning, you are upon me holding my hands outward to give you a clear view.
"Don't you dare cover yourself. The only time your body will be shielded is when mine is on top, devouring every beautiful dip and curve you possess,
you command gruffly, before taking my lips with your own.
“Be Beautiful For Me” (light D/s; excerpt from “Give: Some explorations of submission”)
Today, be beautiful for me.
Don’t let this be too easy or too hard. If you already find yourself beautiful, today you must excel. If you do not believe yourself beautiful, take today as a journey, not an exercise in frustration.
Do you like the way you take care of your body? Take care of it today with pride, knowing my pleasure in it. Do you feel otherwise? Do a few things different, watch your eating and your habits and activities. Don’t try to be perfect, don’t try, within the scope of this exercise, to begin a new lifestyle. Pamper your body today, just today, for me.
Do you have clothing that brings you pleasure? Wear it today. Carry yourself well, not stiff and unnatural, but remembering that your motions today are for me. You may be graceful or not; on this day, it doesn’t matter. Walk with an inner strength, hold your head high, express your pride in being mine.
When you bathe, when you come your hair or when your hand brushes against your skin, whenever you touch your body, know that your body gives me pleasure. Know that your flesh is lovely in my sight, sweet to my touch and taste.
Be beautiful today.
Officer Shaw watches me as I slowly get out of the van. I quickly close the door behind me, hoping he doesn't see the mess that's inside.
"Do you know how fast you were going?" he asks me.
I shake my head and try to give him my most charming smile. "Why, no, officer," I tell him, "but I'm sure I wasn't going nearly as fast as you were when you had to catch up to me."
He scoffs, a break in his formality, before returning to his stone-cold stare. "I wouldn't have had to chase after your vehicle if it wasn't already violating safety laws."
"Well, we both know that's not the whole truth, officer." I wait a moment before continuing, relishing the confusion written on his face. "You were following me since that gas station I stopped at a couple miles back. I suggest you fess up and drop the sheriff act."
"Do you know that you can do what you do?" he asks cryptically, taking a step closer. "How long have you known?"
"Known what?" I ask sweetly. "That you were following me for several miles?"
Shaw chuckles, taking a step closer until he's leaning down close enough to where I can feel his breath on my face. "That you are special, different. You're a Convincer, eh? One little sentence and everyone's doing your bidding?"
I try to back away from him, but his hand shoots out and grabs my wrist. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You'll be a good addition to the others," he says, more to himself than me. He smiles at me. "Don't you know you want to kiss me?"
Before I can process what's happening, I'm leaning towards him and soon his mouth is on mine. He pulls away and then hops into the front seat of my van while I stare at him like an idiot.
Mindlessly, I get into the passenger's seat. "What was that?"
Shaw chuckles as he starts driving away. "That, darling, was the work of a good Convincer playing off your emotions. You'll learn more where we're going."