The New Girl Regrets

I know he is displeased. He has told me to meet him on a corner and now I wait. I arrived a few moments early, hoping to prove my dedication. He has instructed me to wear a t-shirt, skirt, shoes, and nothing else. I am without a jacket or umbrella, though it is chilly and drizzling.
I cross my arms, shivering. My teeth chatter and I feel goosebumps rise up my legs and coat my arms. My nipples tighten to the point of pain. The minutes tick on and I realize I will wait until I am crippled and sick if he doesn't come.
I wait, looking from side to side as I wait on the corner. The wind begins to pick up and I am cold deep into the core of my being. I press my legs together for warmth, rubbing my arms up and down in a desperate wish to no longer hurt.
When I finally see him approaching, covered by a large umbrella, I smile. A familiar burst of excitement cascades through me and is displayed readily on my face, but then I remember what I am facing and my joy withers in its wake.
When he approaches, I am not only aware of how unhappy he is with me, but afraid of what he will do. He speaks little, and his eyes can barely acknowledge me. I feel tears perching, ready to spring. The weight of his ambivalence is destroying me.
"Come." He says as he sees me, and I follow him obediently. If he told me to suck his cock right there, I would have. If he told me to strip down and sit on the dirty, wet ground, I would have. If he told me to leave him alone for ever, I would have cried.
I do not try and speak while we are together, just trailing behind him, head bowed. We walk to a building not far. He opens the door and I enter the building, my heart beginning to squeeze and pulse aggressively, slowly choking on blood. I can hear my pulse in my ears, feel it in my eyes. I am so nervous that I almost trip, and he still says nothing.
He walks in front of me, waiting at and inside the elevator, and then in front of a door I can only imagine is his. He opens the door and leaves the lights off. Muted sunlight sneaks in through the clouds and hints through the thin shades which are drawn. I can see both just enough and not nearly enough in the same moment.
"Take off your clothes." The door closes behind me, sealing my fate.
I strip slowly, taking off damp shoes, my skirt, and my t-shirt, folding them and leaving them in a pile next to the door. He takes my hand, squeezing it firmly in his much larger fist. I follow slowly, my feet making soft whispers on the wood floor. I keep my head down and so it is a small lifetime until I see it.
There is a large swath of rice spread out over the hardwood floor. My shoulders slump and I almost pull back, knowing what I am about to face. I open my mouth and feel the same tears which were held so gracefully before come to life and begin to spill.
"Come on, baby."
I nod, looking up at him, my face worn with self-pity.
"Are you really crying already? It's just rice. Now come on, you know you have earned this."
I nod again, looking down. I slowly succumb, lowering myself onto my knees, onto the rice, feeling it settling onto the floor and into my skin. I wince as the tears dry, and I find resolution to take my punishment.
The rice presses unevenly, sharply, into the flesh of my knees and shins. I shift, but that only makes it worse. I try and remain still, resolute.
He begins to walk. "You know what you did, right?"
I nod.
"Tell me."
"I spoke out of place. I was disrespectful."
"You were."
I was.
"I'm sorry, Sir." I hear him pick up what I can only assume is an implement I will soon regret exists. "I'm so, so sorry, Sir."
The rice feels like it's piercing my skin. I can only imagine the indents which will form underneath me.
"How sorry are you, baby?"
"I regret it every waking moment. I want you to forgive-"
"I didn't ask what you want, I asked how sorry you were."
The familiar swipe through the air lets me know before it even hits my skin that it is a cane. In a blinding flash of white heat it climaxes on my ass. I lurch forward, opening my mouth to cry out and finding only silence. Every time I move, the rice digs in further.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I regret it every waking moment. I wish I had not been so careless."
He strikes me again, softer. The pain is still evident but I know not to move. The more firmly I take these swipes the less it will hurt and the more he will know my apology is sincere.
"Count, baby."
And I do, all the way to ten. I am burning. I am numb. I am in excruciating pain. He places down the cane and walks to the chair I am facing.
"Tell me why you did it."
"Because I'm stupid." My tear have dried on my cheeks. He slaps me across the face, his hand firm and resolute.
"No, you're not stupid. I don't deal with stupid girls. You're a smart, thoughtful young woman. Now. Tell me why you did it."
I struggle to breathe and he takes the silence to reach over and push down on my legs, grinding them into the shards of rice on the floor. I sniffle, wiping my nose and trembling.
"I don't know, I fucked up."
"You're a smart girl, think about it." He gets up again, and tells me to count. He picks up the cane, this time laying 15 stripes over my ass. I feel his hand move over the welts that begin to form. His fingers are delicate over the marks but it still sears at my skin.
He comes to sit down in front of me again, waiting for the right answer. I hunt for it.
"Tell me why you did it."
"Because I was afraid." He slaps me again and I can feel my own pain mixing and diluting with anger. I am angry at him, I am angry at myself. He can see my jaw grow tight, my eyes narrow.
"Do you want a break?"
I am softened, visibly, and I nod. He holds out his arm and I stand. He brushes rice front the indentations in my knees, working them clean, and rubbing them softly. They are slowly coming back to life.
"You're a good girl. Act like it." I nod. "Are you ready?" I shake my head, my bottom lip trembling again. His hand skates over my face, his fingers grazing my cheekbones and jaw. "You're ready, baby."
I nod, lowering again. I see a glint of a smile in his eye and I know. As I lower back down a new wave of pain is born anew, stronger. Everywhere which was painful before hurts again, deeper, and I cry out softly from the pain. Places which had not hurt began to hurt all over again. It was a mistake to stand up, it was a mistake to sit back down. He pushes my legs down harder into the rice and I begin to cry again. Full sobs turn to whimpering, which turn to heavy breathing, which turns to seething rage. This is a test I will win. I refuse to lose. I refuse to tell me that I am not sorry enough to take his punishment.
He sees the resolution in my face as my jaw tightens and begins to laugh.
"Oh my sweet, sweet girl." His hand runs over my face again. His thumb touches my lips and I kiss. He coaxes my mouth open and I take his thumb into my mouth. I suck softly and then firmly, licking the thick, rough pad of his finger. I want his cock, but I will take this.
He lifts my head with his thumb and I look at him, aggression poorly disguised.
"I like seeing that fire, baby."
I take more of his thumb into my mouth. I feel my teeth graze and my eyes shoot to his. He is curious. I slowly let my teeth come down on his thumb, just testing to see what he'll do. My teeth sink firmer into his thumb. He does not move and I press harder, tighter on his finger. I see him almost wince and I do not let go. My teeth remain resolute and I almost forget the rice cutting through the skin of my knees.
"Let go." I wait. "Let go or I'll beat the shit out of you right here." I pause, debating, my eyes never leaving his. Finally, after a long minute I left go and in the same motion he pulls his thumb from my mouth and smacks me hard across the face. My face remains turned as my breath heaves loudly. He grabs my chin and turns my face. My eyes have never been tighter.
"Now what the fuck were you thinking with that, baby?"
"I want you to know what you have." My teeth remain clenched.
"I know what I have." He pauses. My anger does not. "I have a beautiful, smart, strong, thoughtful, obedient girl."
I nod, still resolute in my posture. I can imagine blood beginning to drip onto his beautiful floor. I can only imagine him forcing me to lick it up later, but now I only want to continue bleeding.
"Now tell me. Why did you ask what you did?" I pause again, and in this silent moment he pushes in my legs again, grinding them into the rice and slicing them open anew. "Come on, prove to me you're a good girl. Confess."
"I was angry." I finally wail. He stops and sits back. "You said that I had been careless before, and you were going to replace me, and I was hurt and wanted to hurt you."
And he has his confession. I don't know how to feel anymore. I am angry and hurt and still desperate to prove how sorry I am for all of it.
He nods, stroking my face again. He pushes my hair back. "You aren't getting up yet." I nod. "What if I asked you to stay for another hour?"
I pause, staring at him, breathing hard. We wait, and I struggle. I finally shake my head. He laughs and my shoulders drop. "Oooh, a chink in her armor."
I nod. "I would try."
"You would die trying." I nod. "That's why I'm here, baby. I'm not going to let you get hurt." He walks over to stand in front of where I'm kneeling. I lean against him, my cheeks covered in dried tears and streaks of mascara. "Make me cum and you can get up."
I eagerly tear at his pants, opening them as fast as I can. I pull out his cock and try and swallow it whole. I am eager and aggressive, sucking as hard as I can. I hear him moan, his hand going to the back of my head. He is surprised by the force with which I take him inside my mouth. I squeeze his cock in my hand and suck on the head, licking over the head, tasting the precum which has been dripping out of the slit. His noises encourage me to suck and pump harder. I want desperately to stand, and to feel him cum in my mouth. I want to taste him.
He pushes into my throat and I fight to pull back, feeling myself gag as he forces himself deeper inside me. I pull back momentarily, a thick line of drool still connecting my tongue and his cock. I gasp just enough before he pulls my head back down onto his cock and I continue to suck and lick and fuck him.
His grip in my hair pulls stronger and the closer he gets, the more eager I get. I begin to swallow deeply, pulling more and more of his cock into my throat. I am choking struggling, gasping, but I can feel drops of precum sliding faster down my throat.
My hands squeeze his balls, tugging slightly as I try and reach my tongue that far.
He finally pulls out and begins to cum, loudly, as stream after powerful stream lands in lines across my face and cheeks. He covers me, exploding into my mouth, across my face and eyes. It drips down onto my tits. I am as breathless as he is.
He waits a long moment, catching his breath, and I hold onto his legs tightly. My knees tremble, waiting to stand. He pulls me up and picks up my shirt hem to wipe off my face.
I collapse against him, cum and tears still staining my cheeks as trickles of blood begin to find my shins, my ankles, and finally, the floor.

Sometimes it takes some help

The house is empty. Not just of people, but of everything- no furniture, no pictures, nothing to let anyone know anyone had ever lived there. The electricity doesn't work, so it was easy to crack a window and slide myself in. He, on the other hand, needed to wait until I could open a door for him.
The walls are pale and the floors clean. When I lay on my back in the foyer of the house, there is nothing to look at so I can only close my eyes.
He slides down my skirt and then panties, and we make no small talk. He folds them putting them aside and slides between my knees on the cold tile floor. I would have put the skirt under my ass to keep me warmer, but that makes no sense tonight.
He begins to suck my clit, using the slightest pressure from his lips. I let out the slightest of breaths and he continues, teasing me with the lightness of his touch.
He moved in with his tongue, knowing this will get me fucking wet. We have all the time in the world and he has clear instructions. I don't want to hear him, just feel him. I open my eyes periodically, and each time remember that there is nothing to look at.
I lift one bent leg and place my foot on the shelf of his bare back. I push softly, gently forcing him down into my dampening cunt. He's supposed to make me fucking drip.
He works his tongue over and over, up and down in long swipes. I can feel my pussy beginning to ache, feel my clit swell between his lips, under the heat and pressure of his tongue.
I begin to moan, not holding back any noises, moan, groan, gasp, whimpering, scream or otherwise. He arch my hips up into his mouth. He flicks his tongue softly over my clit. He teases even as I push.
When I pull back he dives in, sucking on my swollen clit, and slides two fingers into my pussy. His thick fingers begin to pump into my cunt, slowly, making sure I feel everything. My pussy is aching, pulsing around his fingers, finding my G-spot and curling into it. This is the reason he is here. I love how his fingers fit inside me, the way they move and stretch my tight cunt. I can feel my juices dripping down to my ass, pooling on the cold tile beneath me. I have always been able to get soaked, truly, honestly soaked, so this is no surprise. As he pumps, more and more spill out below me. His tongue begins to lap it up. It is a fool's errand to try and get it all, as the more he licks, the more I soak the floor and his mouth.
A third finger finds its way into my cunt and stretches it further. He is focused, centered, on his one single goal.
My hand finds the back of his head and my fingers grip his hair. I push up into his mouth. I am aching to cum, but the better angels of my brain stave me off. My moans are loud and echo in the empty rooms. There is an orgy of cries going on in the house right now.
His other hand, which is situated on my inner thigh finally shifts, and I nod in approval. He slides fourth finger briefly into my cunt, stretching me to the point of anguish, and my whimpers become weighted. As soon as it is in, it is gone.
I feel his gilded finger sliding against my ass. He continues to finger me, though his hand has slowed considerably. Dipping in and out, he is at once fucking my ass as well, slowly letting his finger dip inside me. He pumps me, deeper each time. I am filled as he fucks my ass and cunt together. As I feel him go deeper, I moan louder, my other foot planting squarely on his other shoulder.
I tense, trying to stave off my orgasm. I hold on as hard as I can. As I push harder, he knows I am close. His eyes look up while his mouth stays on me. I nod, leaning up to squeeze my hand in his hair tighter.
I tense, I feel it coming. I move my foot to his shoulder and push him. He pulls back, pulling his fingers from my cunt and ass. His mouth stays at my pussy and I cum, tensing and exploding.
I squirt, cumming in a fountain into his mouth and splashing down onto his chest. It cascades out of his mouth and runs down his neck. As he shifts I keep cumming, covering him, letting him lap and swallow and drown in my cum.
I drop my head back, simply laying in a pool of my cum. I am spent, empty. My legs collapse onto the tile, and when he tries to speak I shake my head. He has done his job, and I'm uninterested in anymore.

The New Girl Travels

We sit in the airport, waiting patiently. He sits in a chair, a copy of the Journal casually marking his hands black, and I sit on the floor, kneeling in front of his legs. My head is perched on his knee, eyes closed and feeling sedated by the turmoil around us. This is one of those places where there is so much happening that no one notices us, and we are free to act as we normally would.
I feel him shift under my head and take little notice. He strokes my face softly and I rouse from what was at best a half-sleep. He hands me a small pouch and nods to the bathroom.
"Be a good girl."
I nod and stand, leaning down to give him the slightest of kisses on the lips. He allows this affection so rarely, that I tread lightly and feel buzzed from the slightest bit.
I sit in the stall in the bathroom, quietly opening the package, already certain about what I will find. As predicted, I pull out a pretty pink plug, and a short, remote-controlled vibrator. I stand, pulling up my skirt (he would never allow me to wear panties) and suck first the plug, sliding it into my ass, and then the vibrator, slipping it somewhat carelessly into my cunt.
I walk out to him and hand him the empty bag, curling back up at his feet and resting my head back onto his thigh.
We wait, his hand mindlessly stroking my hair. He boards, my step only a pace behind him at all times. With every step, I can feel the plug in my ass moving. Every time I twitch it brushes a new part of me, and I struggle to walk normally.
I smile at everyone but per his instructions, do not actually speak to anyone. I bat my eyelashes, nod, and remain quiet. To make sure, he will watch when I go to purchase my food or a drink. I almost always end up pointing, and often receive something I don't want simply out of frustration. But in his unwavering kindness, he will often take it back up and exchange it for me, knowing what I wanted in the first place.
He sit next to each other on the plane, I in the window, he in the aisle seat. He likes to be my barrier to the rest of the world, my obstacle and my guardian.
I lay my head against his arm, which is solidly on the armrest in the middle. Curling up, everything has slid into a comfortable place, and I am free to relax a bit. I feel my eyelids sliding shut, and I nuzzle more against his bicep.
It is not until we are up in the air that I am jolted awake. I let out something which lives between a yelp and a gasp, much to his enjoyment and the surprise of many other passengers. The other passengers look over at me with some interest and I wipe my eyes, caught off guard by their attention.
"You ok, baby?" He kisses my temple, and they watch a performance they don't even realize is for them.
"Yeah, I'm sorry, must have just been a nightmare."
"You must have been out." They all turn back to their magazines and books and I yawn softly.
I feel it again. I see his hand. He has the remote in his hand, thumb perched over the button. The vibrator inside me goes off in shocks. It buzzes once softly, and then pauses, again stronger and then pauses, once more, hard, making me clench my pussy around the small pink piece of plastic. I open my mouth and no sound comes out, but I squirm my hips slightly. My cunt tenses and my ass squeezes the plug. He watches me carefully for my reaction and I squeeze his forearm.
And then it is gone. I breathe deeply and sit back. He relaxes a bit as well, remote firmly set in his hand. I squirm a bit, trying to regain the feeling. I shift my hips forward and over a bit, straining and squeezing.
He sees me and places a hand on my thigh, squeezing. His thick, strong fingers find my joints and dig into pressure points and squeeze. I do not move an inch. I open my mouth slightly but nothing comes out. My eyes water from the incredible pain of what feels like his hand pulling my knee into several pieces.
He pulls his hand away and pain and relief flood back into my leg. I let out the tiniest squeak and choke a little on my own breath.
His lips find my ear. "You're my good girl. Stop pretending you don't know any better."
I nod, wiping the tears which have pooled and melted just under my bottom lashes.
I sit still, pouting, and he waits for it to be over. My shoulders relax just slightly and I feel the vibrator buzz inside me. I tense, squeezing around it and breath a little heavier, a little faster. My hand lays over his and my fingers lace between his from the back of his hand. He lets me, squeezing my fingers in his own as I tighten my cunt and roll my hips. I tighten my legs, and I can feel my ass tense again. I squeeze everything. My tits rise and fall faster, firmer.
The lights on the plane dim and the vibrator goes off. I let out a quick breath and lay my head against him again. He mumbles something and I sit up, letting him push up the arm rest. He reaches forward and grabs the blanket.
"Lay down, put your head on my lap so you can sleep."
I nod and curl up, letting him cover me with the blanket. I nuzzle my cheek against his cock through his pants and I can hear him smile.
"Good girl."
He lets me nap for a bit longer. Every time he shifts, I do as well. It startles me a little, forcing the plug in my ass to move, but I adjust and settle again and again. Flight attendants come by and offer this or that, but neither of us take much notice. Service stops slowly, and the plane quietly goes to sleep.
With a buzz, he wakes me. I startle up, rubbing my eyes.
"Yes, Sir?"
"When this goes on, your mouth goes on my cock." I nod, pulling the blanket up higher. I unzip and unbutton his pants, slowly, making sure he remains covered.
I lay my head back down and his hand goes to stroke his cock. It is moments before I feel him buzz. My hips flex slightly and my mouth finds the head of his cock. I softly begin to suck, my mouth already wet and wanting. I hear him release his breath softly.
The buzz stops and my pussy tightens again. I pull my mouth back, and make sure he remains covered.
As soon as I pull back, it goes on again and I dive back down into his lap, lowering my mouth deeper onto the shaft.
I am reckless and eager with my tongue, over the head and down the shaft. I am eager, and the hand on the back of my head says it is appreciated. My hips push forward, and my hand goes down to press my clit through my skirt.
The buzzer stops and I pulls back, covering his cock with my body as I press against him and pull my hand out from under the blanket. I look up at him and smile, and he just barely laughs at my eager smile.
We play this game for a while, with me bobbing up and down on his cock. He never gets close, never ever grinds, just enjoys as I immediately perk up, bouncing down onto his cock. There are moments of turbulence when I can't be certain that the vibrator is on, but consider it more important to stay on his cock. The last time I come up for air there is a thin string of drool dragging down from my lips to the head, which I immediately wipe away.
I kiss his chest softly as I see the flight attendant at the end of the aisle. He turns, seeing her approach with another round of drinks, and turns to look down at me.
"You'll make me cum before she gets to me, and I'll get you a Gingerale. Ok, baby?"
I nod, taking a deep breath, readying myself. The vibrator goes on and it's like a gunshot inside me. I am immediately on his cock, bobbing, knowing that people are waking up around us. He turns slightly and pulls the blanket over me, just enough to give me coverage while I suck. I swallow, my throat tensing around the head of his cock, squeezing.
The vibrator inside me is on high and I can barely focus as it is. My hand is between my legs, pressing on my clit through my skirt. Because I am not allowed to wear panties, I know there is a wet spot forming on the fabric. I don't care who sees or knows, I simply want to stop the ache which has been building in my clit for hours now.
There is a moment of more turbulence and I bounce on his cock, shoving it deeper into my mouth and throat. I choke a bit and pull back, but the hand on the back of my head pushes me back down. He wants to cum as badly as I want him to.
I prop up just slightly on my knees and my hand goes to the shaft of his cock, pumping it into my mouth. I can taste drops of pre cum on the back of my tongue just as they are already gone into my throat.
My hips buck forward against my hand and I can feel his breath change as his body presses against my face. I can hear the drink cart and I move furiously, pumping his cock in ragged jerks. My hand slides up and down, his cock covered in my spit already.
The cart approaches and his hand gets tighter, pushing my head down and then letting me up just to breath in deep gasps which I keep silent. He pushes me down again, even longer. I am struggling to breathe. My hands begin to tremble as I ache for oxygen. And I am let up. My eyes well with tears more and more each time as I struggle not to gag. He pushes me down one more time, his hand so tight on the back of my neck that I don't even bother to struggle, and he cums, shooting his load straight into my throat. I swallow wave after wave of his hot, sticky, thick cum, letting it wash over my tongue and down.
When I am sure he has no more, I pull back, trying to compose myself as I lift my head. The flight attendant is only a row or two behind us and it is just enough time to smooth my hair just slightly. I close his pants quickly and when she finally makes it to our row, I am wiping the mascara-thickened tears from my eyes.
I smile at the waitress. I know I must look like a mess, as she takes pity on me.
He orders me a Gingerale.

Girls Will Be Girls

We are in the bathroom before she really begins to get nervous. We are in a small bathroom together with poor lighting in the back of a bar before she realizes how much this moment was unanticipated, and inspired by her drinking and her need to prove that she was sexual.
"Take down your pants and panties." I tell her.
She hesitates. We have simply come for a drink, to reminisce, and catch up on all the general life which we haven't been present for in the last six months. She is still seeing her boyfriend, but received a promotion at work. I have begun my second year of grad school and am about to begin my thesis.
"You're either in or you're out, take your pants down."
She nods and begins to undo her belt. Her hands tremble as she pulls open her belt, sliding it out of the loops one by one. The slower she goes, the more she is afraid, so I like that she is driving herself mad over her own actions.
"Are you nervous?" She immediately nods slightly, and tries to follow it with a laugh.
I do not change the faint smile on my lips. I'm sure this makes her no less than queasy.
I simply wait until the task is done. I wait as she unbuttons her jeans, brushing a single lock of light brown hair out of her face. I watch as she lowers the zipper. Her jeans and orange briefs come down in a slow sweep, brushing down her thighs to her knees.
She stands, waiting, getting embarrassed and then annoyed with my patience.
I see her start to fret and I look her in the eye, silent and steely.
"Rub your clit."
She is startled and stares at me, frozen in place.
"What's the problem? Do you not know where it is?"
She opens her mouth and pauses again.
"Rub your fucking clit."
She hesitates, looking down, but nods and places her hand tentatively between her legs.
It's not as if she had questions on what would happen in here. After a few drinks, the conversation had descended into the details of her sex life. The details were murky at first, but not hard to disentangle. She was dissatisfied by sex and lived with a notable lack of masturbation. I, on the other hand, cum constantly. I think if I came half as much as I did I could be fluent in another language in six months. But alas, I would rather fuck an Italian than speak to him.
Her fingers find her clit and begin to rub. She is painfully shy, her hand covering her pussy as she began to rub. I watch her. She watches me watch her. And I smile, looking again into her eyes before letting my eyes find her cunt again.
"Good girl. Now use two fingers to rub your clit. Up and down." She runs her fingers up and down her clit. "Slower." She nods. I wait for her eyes to shut but they never do. Her mouth simply opens just enough for me to begin hearing her breath. She is exposing herself for me in this tiny, bar bathroom, standing directly in front of the toilet, pants down around her knees.
"Now rub it in circles. Keep it slow." She nods, remaining focused on my face as I watch her hand start to circle, and her hips start to move. Her other hand clenches slightly into a tighter fist and relaxes.
Her hips move against her fingers as she begins to grind. I watch her fingers start to rub a little harder, a little faster.
"No. Slower. Press as hard as you like but keep it slow."
She nods, her fingers pressing harder and harder onto her poor clit.
"Ease off of it." She looks up at me, frustrated, but lets her fingers relax slightly. "Put two fingers into your pussy, slide them in slowly."
"Two?" She looks hesitant, but I nod, encouraging her with only the slightest movements.
With a breath she closes her eyes and slides in her fingers. Her mouth cracks open and she breaths in heavily as she starts to thrust. It is slow, but she can't angle herself well enough to get them in deep. Her other hand keeps moving on her clit.
"Harder. You're allowed to go as fast as you like."
She nods, taking the opportunity and pushing into her clit. Her eyes open and she pauses as she recognizes the stare I have on her. She tenses slightly, but then immediately begins working her fingers in rough circles over and over. She has never been watched before.
Her eyes do not waver as she fucks herself harder.
I step closer, slowly, shark-walking her in slow motion. I step within inches of her. Her eyes are rigid but her fingers keep moving faster and faster. When I am close enough to feel her heated breath, I slowly squat down, lowering myself until my face is right at her cunt. She is staring, waiting to see if I will do anything but I simply watch, coldly. Her breath catches a little more easily.
I watch her fingers slide in and out of her cunt. I watch her grow wetter. I watch her pump harder. I hear her juices squeezing her fingers, making those tell tale signs of a sloppy wet cunt.
I stand, watching her eyes move and her ignoring her fingers.
"Turn, face the wall."
She hobbled a bit, pants controlling the movement in her legs and making her less graceful than she wants. I am amazed that her only noises have been panting and a deep, uncareful breath.
As she faces the wall her push her into it and she makes the first vocal "ugh" noise as I do. I waste no time and take two fingers, shoving them in her cunt right along side her own. She is stretched and lets out a pained cry which dissolves into a whimper. I slide them in once, twice, three times to get them nice and damp before pulling them out and sliding one long finger into her ass, slowly.
She gasps, freezes, and it takes a breath in her ear of "keep going" to get her to relax, and let me fuck her where her boyfriend never will. Her ass tenses around my finger as she struggles to get used to the new feeling. Well, all of the new feelings.
"Fuck harder." I tell her, my tits pressed against her back, hers pressed into the wall.
She nods.
"Have you ever been fucked by a girl before?"
She shakes her head, eyes closed.
"Are you going to cum for me?"
She nods again, beginning to push her ass back into my finger, in time with her own thrusting. I can tell she's dripping into her pants. Juices are running down her thigh, pooling in her panties and soaking the folds of her jeans.
"Then make me proud."

It's 3AM. Do you know where your children are?

When I am asleep, I still belong to him. My body is still in service, though my mind has been put to rest. The gift of sleep he gives me is only at his whim, and I accept this fact, and appreciate his generosity.
I sleep with my head on his chest, curled around the right side of his body. I sleep tucked between his arm and his torso, with my lips slightly open and my breath cascading out over his collarbones. I sleep with my leg hitched up and thrown over his. I sleep with his arm curling around me, his fingers gracing my hip and lower back. I sleep in scant panties - I don't know why, to be perfectly honest. I think it's just safer not to have my cunt directly on his thigh.
I have been asleep for what feels like days - so lost in a REM cycle that if I never return, I would simply hope people ransacked my house and took what they wanted.
And in that sleep I nuzzle closer.
Rousing just slightly, I turn over and he moves to spoon me. I tuck back into the space he has created with the curl of his body, and we fit spectacularly well. His chest and arms fit around me and melt, and my ass sides into the crux of his hips. Sleep finds me again.
I am lost so deeply that I barely feel his cock stir. I almost don't register its twitch against my ass.
My body does, though, and I push back against him, feeling more of his cock hardening against my ass, feeling it tease the split. It twitches again, growing harder as I push back and he pulls me closer.
He actively starts to run his cock up and down over my ass. I rouse slightly more, and my pussy starts to drip. When in his bed, I remain wet. It is a mixed of sheer will power, positive association, and the feeling of his skin against mine that keeps me in this state perpetually. I wake up each morning with my own dried cum on my thighs, often with fingers unconsciously buried in my slit.
He pushes again, sliding down a bit to slide his cock against the ridge where my thighs meet my ass. I stir slightly more, pushing closer to him and pulling him arm further around me.
I barely notice his cock stiffen and rise. The sounds of him pulling out a condom barely rouse me. I don't notice him sliding it on and pulling back and before I can adjust to pull his arm around me again, his hand is on my hip and he is sliding into my cunt from behind.
I gasp, pushing back. He grabs my hip, steadying my waking body and forces his cock all the way inside. My pussy spasms to adjust.
By the second full thrust I am startled. By the third I am awake. By the fourth I am fucking him back, pushing against his cock, shifting my hips to make it easier for him. Neither he nor I know it yet, but I will cum to this feeling for several days.
I can barely remember the dream I had or where I am, but I do know for all certainty that my cunt belongs to him. He continues to fuck me, pushing my hips down, pounding my aching cunt.
I squirm back against him, trying to get more of his cock inside me, trying to get my soaked pussy filled by his cock, but this isn't about me.
This hand slides under my body, finding my wet clit swollen and pulsing. He fucks me harder. He fucks me to his liking.
His fingers move up and down, side to side of my clit. It is so rough that I am assured that this is not for me, but simply enough to keep me wet, to keep my pussy pulsing around his cock.
I groan loudly, my first noise.
"Shut up" he mumbles, his hips unrelenting.
I moan again, louder.
"Shut up." He is louder, and his free hand covers me mouth and nose, pressing hard. I struggle to breathe but his hand is tight over my mouth.
I try and relax, try and take smaller breaths, but this fails quickly. When I begin to struggle, he moved one of his fingers, and I fill my lungs. He continued to thrust and I continue to push back harder against him.
He moves the finger back into place and I fight to breath again, his cock working my tightening cunt. His other fingers continue to move over my clit, pushing in painfully, and then teasing my sensitive clit. I fight to get more and more of him inside of me. I fight to ache from the force of his cock.