1950s shit is hot.

I'm waiting for him to come home. I'm always nervous in these moments before he gets home. He'll either be sober and somber, or drunk and hateful. I never know which I like more.
Dinner is on the stove and ready to plate as soon as I hear his key in the lock. Every time I hear the elevator open I tense and run for my ladle. It is always the elevator sound that I almost don't hear. When his key slides into the lock, I am dishing out rice, and sliding chicken onto a plate. When he opens the door I am almost to the second plate. By the time his coat is hanging, I am ready, two full dinner plates in hand.
It takes him two tries to hang up his coat, which lets me know he's the latter of the two options. He is unhappy with dinner as soon as he sets it on the table. He walks over and gives me a brief, dismissive kiss on the side of the temple and sits down. I am waiting for a rant about work, to hear about how stupid his boss is or how much he loathes his secretary but he is quiet as he takes the first bite.
He takes a second.
Out of nowhere he flips the plate, rice splattering onto the floor, and glass shattering around me. My breath is caught and it is a long moment of fear before I even realize I am holding my breath.
"What the fuck is that?"
I wait and he slaps me across the face.
"What the fuck is that?"
I open my mouth to speak and feel tears well up. He slaps me again across the face and stands as I being to tremble.
"Stupid bitch." He grabs me by my hair, tightening his fingers and making my scalp burn. He pulls me up and out of the chair, tears running black mascara down my cheeks. "You stupid bitch, do you not understand what I'm saying?"
"I do!" I finally cry out, voice trembling.
He stops. "Good." He slaps me again. "She's slow but she's listening" he says to no one in particular. "So what the fuck is this?" He points to the food on the floor and pushes my head towards it. "This is shit." He shoves my face closer. "This is dog food, you cunt." His fingers tighten in my hair and I start to whimper over the tears. He continues to curse under his breath. "You're making me eat dog food, you little inconsiderate cunt." He finally shoves my face into the floor. "Then eat like a dog. Off the floor." He shoves my face harder into the floor, my cheek flush against the wood. "You don't appreciate what I give you, so eat like a dog."
I breathe hard, waiting. He turns my face. "EAT." I open my mouth, unsure. "Eat off the floor like the ungrateful dog you are." He squats down and watches as I take small bites, licking, tasting everything I use to clean the wood, tasting dinner, tasting shame, tasting my tears as they drip down. "Good girl."
He watches me closely and then turns my head again. Rice and carrots stick to my cheek. He stands and places a foot on my other cheek, pressing me harder and harder into the floor. "Ungrateful cunt."
"Yes, Sir." I squeak out.
He removes his boot. "Do you know what you're good for? Get up."
I stumble to my feet, wiping my face, pieces of food dropping to the floor.
"You know what you're good for. Do it." I get down on my knees, and unzip his pants. He slaps me softly on the face. It's the closest he can come to affection right now.
I lean in and begin to lick his cock. It is already swollen, the tip red and ready to drip. I take it into my mouth quickly as he begins to get restless with my tongue. He moans.
He grabs the sides of my face and starts to fuck my mouth slowly, almost calmly. It is the only time he will be calm tonight.
In full control of my head, he is getting faster. And though I want to struggle, I continue to cry, simply letting him slide his cock into my throat. It works my mouth roughly, sliding out slowly and then pounding it back in. Over and over he takes long drags and then violent thrusts. I whimper, spit dripping from my mouth and onto my dress. His hands tighten on my face, and his thumbs go on either side of my mouth to hold it open.
"Fuck, you do know what you're good for." I can taste his precum as he drags his cock over my tongue.
Finally he pulls out and I reach up to wipe my mouth of spit and makeup and pieces of the floor I came from. "Bend over."
I do willingly, and he pulls my dress up in the back. He had me stop wearing panties months ago, preferring only garter belts and stockings to the bother of underwear. He reaches underneath me as I bend over the table and I am humiliated at how wet I am. "Such a hungry little dog, aren't you?"
He shoves his cock in me and I moan. "No, puppy. Bark for me." I am timid. Shocked, really. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back. "BARK."
"Arf!" I yelp out, just wanting my hair back.
As I let it out he starts to fuck me. "Don't moan, puppy. Just bark."
I nod, biting my lip and trying to keep all sounds in. I reach my hand down between my legs and tempt fate.
He fucks me hard, and I feel my cunt squeezing him hard. As I slam into the table, my hips begin to ache and I feel he has finally chipped the bones underneath.
I want him to explode inside me. I want to feel it dripping down my thighs as I kneel down and clean up glass and food. I rub my own clit furiously, crying out, loudly. "ARF ARF ARF!"
He moans, shooting hard into me. He bucks against my ass, holding it tightly before letting me go. He stumbles off to bed, and I feel it begin to drip as I kneel down and pick up my first bits of rice.

She is either his slave or his despot.

My hands are tied behind my back and there is a collar around my neck. Attached to that collar is a leash and attached to that leash is the owner of my submission tonight. He keeps me a step or two ahead of him at all times, pulling me around. He places various things in my bound hands, from his drink to a crop to his clothed cock. Every time I touch his cock he squeezes my arm and I gasp, catching my breath in my throat.
"I have a gift for you." He whispers into my ear. I smile, giddy, excited to see what he has brought for me. "You're such a good girl." His hands trail down my arms and I shiver, goosebumps blooming underneath his fingers. They land on the ropes around my wrists and begin to untie the knots. The ropes fall between our feet and his hands work mine, rubbing the marks and tingling finger tips.
I look around for my present, almost bubbling over with excitement but all I see is a large empty space with a few people milling around. He lifts my hand forward and extends his finger to a pretty girl, dressed in a lovely little black outfit. She is pretty but not generally my type.
"I want you to break her." He whispers. "She's a pain slut. Do whatever you like to her."
My chest swells. I am breathless with the idea. He has known about my sadist tendencies but never seen them. I want him to be proud of what his girl can do. His hands are on my sides and hips, squeezing them, warming me. I feel my nipples tighten to the point of pain. I hear the metal on the collar clank a little. "When I take off this leash, take her." I nod and feel myself get aggressive, animalistic. I start to growl softly in the back of my throat and I hear the softest laugh.
He reaches down and squeezes my cunt through my panties, and I'm already wet. I grind hard into his hand and he pulls me back up straight. He pulls off the leash, leaving the collar around my neck - letting me know I still belong to him.
The second it is off I am ready to pounce. I walk towards her in fast, gaping steps. She is staring at me with fear in her eyes and an excitement in her ragged breath.
I immediately grab her by the hair and pull her to the floor, putting her on her knees. She squeals a little and I tell her to shut the fuck up. She is on all fours and I pull her up so she is kneeling.
I begin to walk circles around her. I want her to feel like live bait. She swallows hard as I walk slowly, stopping behind her. I walk over and stroke her hair softly, teasingly. "Miss?"
I walk around her. "Open your mouth." She does and I spit, closing her mouth. "I told you to shut the fuck up." I slap her across the face hard. "Now swallow."
I grab her by the hair again and push her down. Her hands reach for the floor and I stop. "No. Hold you hands behind your back." She does and I force her to lean down, holding herself up just by her own strength and will. I reach down and dig my nails into the flesh of her ass. She whimpers and I begin to spank her hard, landing smack after smack after smack on her ass. I pound her ass red, feeling the skin warm and swell. I use both hands until they ache, and keep pushing until finally she cries out loudly. I smile and stop.
"Get on all fours." I sit on her back, straddling her like a backwards pony. "I thought you were a pain slut." I spank her once. She cries out. "Count." I spank her again and she whimpers out a 'one'. I smack her on the back of the thighs and she continues to count. "Tell me what you are in 3 words."
"I'm a slut."
"Four words."
"I'm a dirty slut."
"Five words."
"I'm a dirty fucking slut."
"Seven words."
"I'm a dirty fucking cunt rag slut."
"Now tell me that every time you get smacked from now on."
She screams it as a hit her ass, her thighs, the bottoms of her feet. She screams it as a grab her hair and pull her back onto the floor and spread her legs, slapping her inner thighs in stinging swipes. She whimpers it as I begin to slap directly onto her pussy, which is already wet. Every smack ends with my fingers pushing into her clit, making her push forward for another hard whack.
"Do you like that?" She nods, whimpering. I spit on her and smack her again harder. She cries out and then moans as I more forcefully rub her clit. "Do you know why?" She shakes her head. I spit and slap harder, grinding the palm of my hand into her clit. "Because you're a dirty." Smack. "Fucking." Smack. "Cunt-rag." Smack. "Slut" I pull her underwear aside and shove two fingers into her, fucking her hard and making her cry out.
I pull my fingers out of her. "Shut the fuck up, cunt." I look back at him and he is watching calmly, hand over the hard cock still in his pants. I smile at him and he smiles at me, nodding. I lick my lips as I watch his hand move. I turn back to her. A man is standing nearby with a drink and I wave him over, taking the drink from his hands. I grab her by the hair and drag her over to kneel in front of me as I sit in a chair and slide forward. I pull off my panties and spread my legs. I am soaked. "You know what you're good for."
She nods and goes in hungrily, licking and sucking my clit, her tongue pushing inside me. She leans back and uses the tip of her tongue and I take the opportunity. I pour the drink down over my clit and she laps up vodka and cum in gulps. Her makeup is smearing, black running down her face. I finish with the drink and pull her hair back to slap her. "Lick the rest off the floor."
She goes to work, her tongue licking and dabbing. I pull the lime out of the glass and push her on her back again, squeezing the remnants of lime juice in the wedge onto her cunt as I kneel over her. I slide up to her face and begin to rub my clit, pushing fingers into my pussy, dripping vodka and cum into her mouth as I get closer and closer to cumming on her face.
I look up and he stands, walking over to me. He gets behind me and violently shoves me down until I am on all fours over her. He pulls out his cock and without a word or a hesitation, shoves it inside me. I squeeze my pussy around it and moan loudly as his fingers find my clit and start to work it roughly. His cock swells and I push hard back against him. I squirt onto her face, and she moans, watching his cock pound me from only inches away. He is fucking me relentlessly, and I am so close I can feel blood running through my veins and under my skin. He can tell I am getting ready to cum, and pulls me up by the hair, putting a hand on my throat. He tightens and I am immediately light headed and caught off guard. I finally whisper "Please?" Choking out one word in place of a real question.
"Yes, cum for me. Cum all over her face."
I scream out, cumming hard all over his cock, cum dripping down onto her pretty, mascara smeared face. I have not earned his cum yet, that will wait for later. He pulls out of me and lifts me onto his lap, letting me curl up. I tuck my face into the crook of his neck and whisper into his ear. He laughs and nods, looking down at the girl.
"She said, 'don't fucking wash your face'." I smile and thank him. The girls gets up and I hear her ask if she can say thank you but he waves her off. She is gone and his lips move to my ear. "Good girl."

Lookin forward to a little afternoon delight

I'm 14 and already quite the little cunt. Already a dirty little whore. I dress like a slut, and I fuck around with boys in school. I'll suck cock for an A, and I treat other girls like shit. And I know a secret.
He's a teacher. He gets us to read the classics and prods us for our thoughts. I've wanted to fuck him since day one. I've wanted to fuck him ever since he handed out copies of Huck Finn and winked at me when my dark purple fingernail slid over the raised wording of the title on the cover. I paint my lips for him and primp before his class. I have spent the last semester pouting at him, and in the last class he finally caught me, losing his train of thought mid-sentence.
And now I have a secret which makes me steam. I am searing with anger, and I imagine he can tell. He knows that I know. I have been cutting his class, and he hasn't said anything to the school yet. Finally he sees me in the hall and asks me to come to his classroom after school today.
I have to go. I show up, and like always, primp before I see him. I have swollen red lips and a skirt that just barely covers my ass. And, of course, glasses. He's told me how pretty he thinks I am in my glasses before and I want him to remember.
I walk into his classroom, closing the door behind me. He is sitting at his desk and looks up.
"Yes?" I ask. How indignant I must sound. How unappreciative. How hurt.
"Hey, I'm glad you're here. I wanted to talk to you." I stand, even though he gestures for me to sit. "Come on, don't make this hard for me."
I nod, sucking my cheeks in and not making eye contact. I sit on a desk and he sits on his. He wants to be my peer right now, in his rolled up sleeves and tousled hair. I want to be his fucktoy.
"So what's been goin' on? You're one of my favorite students, I miss you when you're not here."
"I haven't wanted to come."
"Did I do something?"
There is a long pause. I lean back and cross my arms, cocking one side of my mouth just slightly. "I know what you did, Sam."
He pauses. I have never called him by his first name. "Mr.-"
"Sam. I. Know. What. You. Did." I am slow and methodical, catching him off guard. He has known how capable I of this since day one. Men like him can spot girls like me. Humberts always find their Los. I giggle and his face turns angry.
"So what did I do?" His voice chokes.
"She told me-" His head drops. He can't deny it after it gesture like that. "I told you I knew."
"So you haven't come to class because of that?"
This is when my eyes furrow. I have been seathing about this for days and this is the moment it's finally allowed to come forth. "It should have been me." He is not even taken aback. He knows. "If you were going to fuck one of your students, it shouldn't have been that fucking virgin."
"Stop it."
"What the fuck were you thinking? You want me. You want to fuck me, if you were going to make a mistake, to fuck up your career, it should have at least been worth it."
"Stop it."
"I'm going to tell them what you did. I'm going to say you fucked her and came onto me. Said you were going to give me an A if I sucked you off. Said it would have been an A+ if I let you fuck me in the ass-"
"You stupid bitch, shut the fuck up!" He is angry, and stands. "Stop it. I want you to stop."
I pause. It's more fun to watch him squirm.
"I'm sorry. You must have been misinformed. I wouldn't sleep with a student." He sits at his desk, fuming, red.
I stand, walking around to his desk. He is in his chair and I lower down to sit on the desk next to him. "I'll make you a deal."
"No."
"Fuck me and I won't tell." He loathes me as he gets harder. "I'll never say a word." I lift up his face with my fingers. "Cross my heart, Sam."
"You're mistaken." He pushes my hand away, but lets his hand linger on my wrist.
"I won't say a word."
"You don't know what you're asking."
"Yes I do. And I want it." He stands and I grab his arm, squeezing it. "I want it. Now." My eyes narrow and he is getting angrier.
"You think so?"
"Fuck me."
"Shut up."
"Do it, you old pervert." He is seething, and finally grabs my arm. He pulls me off the desk and I gasp for the first time, grabbing onto his arm to steady myself.
He pushes me against the desk and I want his lips on mine. No such thing happens as he slap me across the face. I want to cry with the sting. He turns me around and shoves me against the desk so hard I can feel the bruise on my hips spread. He pulls up my skirt.
"This is what you want?" He pulls down my panties and pulls out his cock. He is already hard, swollen, red, dripping. So am I.
He shoves his cock inside me and holds it there, deeper than I've felt anything inside me. It hurts and I want to cry.
"Is this what you want?" He starts to buck against me, and I can feel it inside my stomach. He is pounding my cunt raw, slamming his hard cock deep inside me. I start to whimper, but he doesn't even acknowledge me. He grabs my hair and pulls it back, and I can feel him ripping my hair out of my scalp with his fist.
"Take it, cunt." I am aching. His hips pound so hard into me that I am slamming into the edge of the desk. I want to scream but as I open my mouth he puts his hand tightly over my throat and starts to squeeze. I can feel my pussy tighten around him, searing pain growing with every thrust.
His other hand comes down hard on my ass and I try and gasp but his hand squeezes tighter. I start to feel myself go limp against him, and I struggle harder for air. He loosens his grip and I gasp hard, wheezing, barely noticing as he continues to slide inside me. I catch my breath and squeeze my cunt on his cock, making him moan softly in the back of his throat. I start to cry as I catch my breath, and tears run down to his hand but he doesn't even flex to see what it is.
He squeezes again, bucking harder. I try and scream, I want to beg him to stop. It hurts too much and I know I am going to be cleaning blood from this pair of underwear tonight. His hand comes down again, harder on my ass. He comes down harder and harder each time.
His hand tightens so hard on my throat I think I may never breathe again and begins to cum inside me. His cum burns in my pussy, and he jerks with each load. He is filling me with cum, epic amounts of cum. As soon as he is done he pulls back and shoves me against the desk. He is gasping, sweating, closing his pants. He takes a few steps away from me as I lie on the desk.
He charges back over and begins to spank me. Each time he hands his hand on my ass I whimper and squirm, trying to move away from his hand. He places a hand on the small of my back and holds me as close to in place as he can. His hand pounds faster and I continue to cry, tears and spit running out onto his papers.
He finally pulls me up by my hair.
"Is that what you wanted?" He is breathing hard, red-faced.
I am silent.
He slaps me across the face. Hard. "I asked you a question."
"Yes." I whisper.
He smacks me again. "Louder."
"Yes." I announce.
He spits directly in my face. "Good girl. Are you going to tell?"
"Yes." He spits again, rubbing it into my face. I am decorated in bruises and mascara tears.
"Are you coming to class tomorrow?"
"Yes."
"Good girl. Now clean the fuck up. You look like a dirty slut."
He walks out. I am on time to class the next day.

Go buy eye hooks. They come in handy.

"You've been such a good girl for me." He says. "I'm so proud of you, and you know how I love showing you off." He's leading me to a wall with eye-hooks in two lines down the wall. I love his praise. It makes my heart pound and gets me wet and perky. I can't wait to serve him.
"But I worry that it's only because you enjoy it. That you're not doing it because it pleases me."
I open my mouth to explain that I love serving him, that I would do anything for him.
"Stop. Don't tell me what you think I want to hear." He pushes me against the wall hard enough to take my breath away. I am caught off guard, but never afraid he is angry. He stays so calm. He simply wants to know the depth of my submission, and I am pleased to show him what I am willing to do.
He takes a blindfold and puts it over my eyes. He knows what this does to me. He knows the first time he put it on I groped for him more, lost my breath more, and trembled when he wasn't touching me. I take a long breath and nod, smiling for him. I heard him chuckle and know that whatever he has planned will wipe that smugness from my face.
He shoves me against the wall and puts a piece of duct tape over my mouth. He tells me to squat down and I do, knees splayed and pussy exposed.
I feel ropes quickly wrap around each bicep. Ropes are tied down my arm and to each eye hook so I cannot move. I can barely squirm, and I love when he watches me squirm.
But that is my love, and not his.
I am crouched and I already feel a burn in my thighs and knees. I know he is done because I hear him walking away. I am breathing, and it's all I can hear for long stretches. I can barely tell if he is still in the room. I hear some movement, and footsteps approach. I am blowing hard out of my nose, waiting, and my nose begins to run.
I can feel the heat of another body standing in front of me. I wait. And then I hear it.
"Take your cock out." His voice, the one I have waited to hear, is on the other side of the room. I have no idea who is now unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock.
"Go." I hear him start to stroke his cock. I am still squatted, and he is now jerking off directly in front of my face. I am glad my mouth is covered, but I can still feel the heat of his body, hear him beating off, moaning a little in the back of his throat.
"Spit on her." This man who I have no clue about grabs me by the hair tightly. "No. I didn't say you could touch her. I said spit on her." He grunts and lets me go, spitting in my hair as he continues to jerk off, beating his cock over and over.
I picture him sitting and watching me, suit trousers and a button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His tie is loosened slightly, and he is leaning forward on his knees.
My thighs are burning as I continue to hold myself up and pull downward on my arms. I can feel the ropes searing my skin as I try and ease my legs. They start to tremble, and I continue to shift.
"Slap her tits." He know how much this makes me scream and whimper. My tits are sensitive, and he knows it. I start to yell behind the duct tape. I don't know who this man is, and I am afraid of what he thinks I can take.
His hand comes down hard right on my nipples and I yell as best I can, whimpering, snot dripping down my face. He slaps them again, whipping them hard with his hand. I continue to scream, or at least try.
"I want to hear her." And of course, the man rips duct tape off my mouth. I scream at everything, all at once in forceful yell. He continues to slap and I continue to whimper, trying desperately to move and still unable. I start to cry, sniffling, tears dripping down my face as he is relentless on my tits.
"Stop." He slaps once more. "Hey! I said stop. She's not your girl." I hear him shift in his chair as the man stops abruptly. "She's mine. And you'll stop when I say stop."
The man freezes and I am breathing hard, sniffling and sore. My legs are still shaking. For the first time, he addresses me. "Open your mouth, young lady." And I do, dropping my jaw and letting my tears stop.
"Continue." The man continues to jerk off. Faster. Jerking harder. I can hear him straining to cum quickly. I am shaking more and more. I want to turn my head so he cant cum in my mouth, but I hold steady.
"Finish." He grunts and begins to cum. It is in my hair, on my face, dropping down onto my tits. I am disgusted. I feel destroyed and picked apart, raw and exposed.
When the man is finished, he walks away, and I can hear them in mumbles talking to each other. They each exchange thanks and I wait for a door to close.
When we are alone, I hear him walk back over. My legs shake and I sweat in pain. I feel him take a wet washcloth and wipe off my face. It is so soft over my skin and into my hair. The ropes are pulled away so slowly, and I know my legs will give out as soon as he stands me up.
Pain rips through me as he helps me out of my squat. I cry out, and he lets me collapse against him. I am shaking still, blindfold still on. I am struggling to hold it together, and he holds me and my vulnerability together. He pulls the blindfold off and I blind, squeezing my eyes, hiding my face in his shirt, mascara and eyes shadow and whatever lipstick did not end up on the inside of the duct tape is now smearing into his shoulder.
And when I lean against him, I can feel his hard cock against my leg. He is straining, swollen, and I hear him make the smallest noise in the back of his throat when I push against him.
I am happy. I am pleased. Because so is he.

He's the kind of Uncle you don't talk about

I am fast asleep. I never remember my dreams, so I can't tell you what I was dreaming about right before I was ripped out of it. I just feel my hair pulled, twisted around a fist, and I am dragged out of bed to crawl across the floor to the chair against the wall. Uncle sits in the chair, and pulls me over is knee.
"Wake up, Jellybean." His voice is unamused and unsympathetic. He pulls my head back a little and my back arches. I can already feel his hard on swollen in his pants pressing into my stomach where I rest across his lap. He pushes it into me, but only to make sure he feels it more, not so I do.
He tugs down my pajama pants, under which I am already bare, and delivers a solid spank with his bare hand.
"Jellybean I said get up." He continues to spank, harder, firmer wit each smack. I can feel him leaving large red welts on my ass. His hands are so big, the skin on them thick and a little rough, that each spank feels like a leather strap.
I can feel his swollen cock move against me as I squirm from the spankings. He reaches underneath and pulls it out of his pants, pulling his pajama bottoms down just far enough. The pre cum dripping out is covering my stomach where my shirt has risen up. I don't know how to feel except dirty.
He continues to deliver spank after spank after spank and can't stop squirming.
"Jellybean, if you can't stop moving, I'm going to have to tie you down, and we don't want that, do we?"
I shake my head and try hard to stay still, but the blows are getting harder and harder. I can't help it but I try and squirm off his lap.
"Why did you make this hard, Jellybean?"
He grabs me by the hair and makes me crawl on the ground to my trunk. Uncle grabs the sheets off my bed and each arm is tied to the legs of the bed. He straddles my back and begins again, wailing on my ass as he strokes his swollen cock. I arch and point my toes, but I immobile. My ass is presented for whatever he likes, and today he likes spanking me over and over and over again with his strong hands. They fall in jazz rhythms. They fall in staccato, sharp and pointed. They fall in lyrical strikes, his arm dropping in slow crescents onto my sides, and the backs of my thighs. They fall hard and long, fast and sweet. And then he grabs, squeezing my ass with both hands, feeling how swollen and warm I am.
I am shaking.
He climbs off of my torso and gets in front of me, pushing his cock into my tight lipped mouth. He can't pull or push away. I can only let his slide the head, red and wet, into my lips and lick. He does not even bother letting me suck on it, letting me show what I good girl I can be when I suck cock. He simply shoves it in and continues stroking until he cums, filling my mouth and watching it drip down my chin.
He finishes, pulling out as a last few drops land on my cheek.
He unties me quickly and does not help me up.
"Make yourself as pretty as I know you can be, Jellybean, I'm making breakfast downstairs."
His coffee is ready, I can smell it. He leaves me in the bedroom to sort myself out, wash my hair and comb my hair. I see that before I even woke up this morning he picked out a dress he wants me to wear and I hobble up to put it on, taking a last look at my swollen, red cherry ass in the mirror before pulling on underwear. I have already begun thinking of ways to get my revenge.
French Toast, Basic Recipe

A tribute to men in business suits

Black pencil skirt. Black button-up shirt. Garter belt, thigh-high stockings, platform stiletto heels. Black lace bra.
I go to his apartment, shifting from foot to foot on the long ride in the elevator. I've never done this before, but been thinking about it longer than I can remember. I would fantasize, feeling ashamed and mortified that I could fetishize something like this. And now, here I am. Walking down the twisting hallway to his door.
I knock. He opens. I walk into his apartment, opening my jacket and placing down my purse.
"You look nice." he says. I thank him.
"The envelope on the table is for you." he says. I thank him and place it in my purse. It is the last we will speak of it.
He sits on his couch and I walk over, kneeling between his knees. I don't know how to start this, but I'm shaking already. Trembling is a better way to describe it. I am wanton.
I begin to run my fingers over his thighs, his chest, which is hard under my fingers. He's in work clothes still. I have a fetish for a man in a suit, and the fabric of his pants is soft and rough at the same time under my skin. I can feel him harden- which is my favorite part of any encounter with a man- and here it is. His hardening cock below my fingers.
I keep rubbing his cock under his pants, and I can feel my clit starting to throb. I want to fuck him more than anything. I can't help myself and climb onto this lap, trying to grind against his swollen cock. I kiss his neck, and the sounds making the short space between his mouth and my ears are sublime. I feel myself getting wetter and wetter, and when he pushes my thighs back and I move down onto the floor, there is a large drop of my juices on his pants.
He smiles and I wipe it up with my fingers, licking it off them without even thinking. He begins to pull out his cock, and it's huge, long and thick. I want it in my mouth but he's going to choke me with it. I'm nervous. I still have a gag reflex.
I begin to squeeze it in my fingers, stroking up and down the long shaft. He fills my hand, and it is warm in my palm. He pushes my head down and I eagerly start to suck. I do more than suck. I suck and lap and lick and stroke with my tongue. I want him to know how much I want his cock desperately. I want to be a good girl for him. I want to be his best girl.
I suck eagerly, devouring his cock, with my mouth over and over. He moans, and holds my head down, and I almost panic, breathing hard. He stands and holds my head with his hands, and pushes the hand which is on his shaft away. He wants to fuck my mouth.
I want to be his good girl.
He starts slowly, and I squeeze his thighs. I'm scared. He starts to shove it deeper and deeper, choking me with his cock and I fight every urge to pull back. His cock tastes sweet, and I am choking on it. I am trying to calm myself, breathing through my nose and holding onto his thighs, and I am choking on his cock. He is fucking my mouth deeper, harder than I have ever experienced before, and his control over me is electric. I am choking on his cock. Every once in a while I pull back, he be continues to pump into my mouth, easing it back into my throat. I'm choking on his cock and I don't want to stop.
He finally pulls out, telling me what a good girl I am and I beg him on my knees to fuck me. He tells me to get up and bend over. I pull up my skirt and bend over the couch, cunt dripping down my thighs. I am desperate for him. He grabs my hips and slips all nine inches inside me without a hesitation. I cry out, and feel him stretching me. As he starts to fuck me I can feel him in my stomach, and it aches. It is the dull ache of being his little slut; his whore. It feels incredible. I whimper, turning to watch him and he grabs my hair and pulls it.
"I don't want to hear you." He growls, and it goes straight to my clit.
I try so hard not to make any noise but I still make the smallest whimpering noise and I don't want him to hear it. I just want him to keep fucking me.
He pulls out and tells me to get back on my knees, which I do eagerly. I hold onto his thighs and open my mouth, wanting his cock in my throat all over again. He slaps me in the face with his swollen, huge cock. I leave my mouth open like a good little girl, like his fucktoy, and be begins to jerk off over my face. He's going to cover me with his cum and I can't wait. I squirm beneath him, feeling my own warmth as I kneel in front of him. He continues to stroke his beautiful cock and I lean up to lick the head every time I can. He grabs my head, shoving it in one more to finally cum.
It tastes incredible; thick and sweet like honey. And I am eager to drink all of it. He pulls out and shoots more and more onto my face, letting it run down my chin and over my cheeks.
The world moves in slow motion for a minute. He steps away to clean up while I sit on the couch and tremble, trying to re-button my shirt. We make small talk, but it will never cement into my brain. I redress and tell him that he still has some time, but he says that he needs to work. We make even smaller talk and I put myself back together in what feels like slow, lamenting motions. We hug and I leave.
I am shaken. I am soaked. I am his good girl.

Three tops. One bottom. Part 1.

She's in red hot pants, a bra, thigh highs, and an apron. I'm in frilly blue panties and a frilly blue apron. Two hard, gorgeous butches are watching, one taking pictures.
She sat me straight up on my knees at first but eventually I spread my bent legs and lowered down to sit on the ottoman, with a bent leg on either side. My legs were each tied so that they would remain immobile, feet behind me. My arms were straight and pulled behind me, breasts separated and wrapped up in several feet of shiny blue rope. I was blindfolded and told to open my mouth, where two fingers were inserted. I began to suck, making the first gesture of proving what a perfect girl I would be for them. I would be a perfect girl for them.
The rope, a thick but soft nylon, was pulled slowly and I felt every inch slide over my tits, my legs, my throat, and cinch tightly. Fingers were removed from my mouth, which remained wide open and ready. A hard piece of gum was placed on my tongue and I began to chew. Another piece was popped in and I continued to chew, casually blowing bubbles as she pulled and tied more rope, constricting my limbs tighter and tighter.
She stroked my skin, teasing my pussy with her fingers through the rough fabric of my underwear. I squirmed under her hands, and she tipped her head up. I opened my mouth and she dripped vodka which had been soaking with raspberries for the last few hours from her mouth to mine. I swallowed and felt it burn down my throat at the same time it coated my lips in sweet, sticky juice.
With my nipples exposed, it took little time for the torture to start. She pinched, pulled, and slapped my nipples until they were red and swollen. I whimpered and yelped with every hard smack, and every time I paused she told me to blow more and more bubbles. She slapped my inner thighs, pulling my head roughly back with my hair.
Finally she pulled the gum from my mouth and placed it over my hard nipples. Over that she placed one clothespin after another, pinching and twisting and listening to me squeal. Two more pieces were shoved into my mouth as she prepped the other with her nails and fingers and mouth.
I was soaked by now. Even with my legs wide open, I could tell my clit was huge. And then I heard it. The familiar buzz of a vibrator tickled my ear.
She pulled out the other piece of gum and placed it on my other nipple, covering it with clothes pins. More gum was shoved into my mouth. I began chewing as she shoved more and more gum into my mouth. The wad was huge and my jaw began to ache. I tried to blow bubbles, and every time it became more challenging. There was so much gum I could barely breathe around it. Spit began to drip from my mouth, down over my chin, leaving tracks of blue Cotton Candy flavor bubble gum over my mouth and chin and down to my tits.
I tried harder to blow bubbles and when I couldn't she slapped me across the face. Hard. I gasped and tried to blow another one. She began to yell louder to blow as she flicked the clothespins on my nipples. I began to whimper. She took this as a sign to go hard, pinching my flesh and pushing the vibrator against my clit.
I was awash in everything that was happening to me then she pulled away and shoved the ottoman into the open L of the couch and pushed me on my back.
My legs were still cocked and bent, my ass exposed, and my arms pinned behind me.
And then came out the Saran wrap.