Perfect triangle

I want to sit on his cock while I watch you fuck yourself.

I want to pulse my cunt around his stiff cock, breathing hard, feeling him pulse inside me, feeling his balls grow thick with cum as my cum drips down on them. While you fuck yourself.

I want to watch you dip your fingers into your swollen cunt, your other hand on your clit, rubbing in small circles while your face begins to strain and I begin to see your juices drip down, out of you, onto the floor.

I will tell you "harder" and you will fuck yourself harder.

I want his hands to hold my hips, just pulling me down hard on his cock and squeezing periodically, not fucking but simply holding there, feeling my cunt pull and wrap and curl around his swollen, beautiful cock as you sit on the floor, back arched up on pillows, fucking yourself.

I want to sit on his cock while you begin to whimper, dropping your head and rolling it back as you push your hands harder, moving them deeper inside your cunt, pushing your fingers inside your pussy.

I want to grind down on his cock, my cum pooling underneath me, drenching his lap and cock and balls as his hands move up to my tits, pulling on my nipples and pinching so tightly I wince, keeping my eyes just open enough to watch you debase yourself.

You will beg to cum and I will tell you to shut the fuck up and add another finger.

I want to watch you squirm as you push harder and wince, knowing your cunt is stretching over your own fingers, eager to heed my commands enough to where you are pained - I can see it on your face.

I want to watch you fuck yourself as he leans up and bites the back of my shoulder hard, hard enough to leave a welt which will turn into a purple bruise that I will stroke and push for days just for the electric shock of pain which will hit my clit and make me wet. I will touch it in the street, on the subway, in church, in front of people who have no idea that I received such a delight while I was sitting on his erect, hard cock, watching you whimper.

I will point to a large toy and tell you I want you to use it, seeing you get eager, seeing you get excited that a hard cock will be inside of you, too, and when you go to slide it in your pretty little dripping, open cunt i will tell you no. I will tell you I want you to put it in your ass and just sit - sit with it and rock your hips, knowing it is all the way to the hilt inside your ass.

I want him to lean forward once his teeth are removed and whisper in my ear what he would like to see. I will nod and you will be curious, but distracted, struggling not to focus only on the fingers bring shoved into your cunt, the large dildo which fills your ass, both moving under your hand but my control.

I want to stand, watching your eyes get big as you watch his slicked cock leave my pussy, cum dripping down over it, letting it stand straight and swollen and ready to explode in a wet, warm hole. You will wish it was yours.

I want to watch you fuck yourself hard as you get curious, watching me walk forward, wondering what is next. I will stand over you, legs spread, and tell you to look up, and to open your mouth. I want to watch you do as you are told, still whimpering, still wanting, still so curious what is coming next and still too nervous and too scared to ask.

I want to watch you tremble as a stream of my hot piss stream down into your waiting mouth, as you lap it up, as you whimper, as you hate it, as you take it, knowing it is the only way you will be allowed to cum, allowed to do anything more than stand, dress, and leave. I will watch you swallow, watch it run over the sides of your mouth, watch you struggle, and watch you take it.

I want to watch him stroke his cock, absent-minded as he watches and enjoys and lavishes his attention on the pretty cunt he will fuck, and on the girl he will cum on.

I want to kneel down, pulling your fingers from your cunt and slide my own in their place, and I will ask you what you are. You will tell me many things - a dirty slut, a cum slut, a warm hole, a pathetic little twat waiting for cum, but only when you get the answer right - that you are ours, will I begin to fuck you with my fingers, three then four in your tight cunt.

And while I am on my knees, he will come up behind me, and slide his still-slicked cock inside my cunt.

And he will begin to fuck - to brace himself hard with his hands on my hips, and pound me with his hips until it hurts, knowing that it hurts, knowing that I am struggling in moments with how hard he is ramming his hips, his beautiful cock inside my wet pussy, which is simply begging for his cum.

I want to push my fingers, four and then five, and then my whole fist, inside your cunt as you wiggle and squirm on the dildo still in your ass, knowing you are almost filled, knowing that you are being used.

I want to push you down on your back and use my other hand to thrust the dildo, fucking your ass as you buck against my hand, push against my fist, which is curled up inside your cunt, using you until you break, demanding perfection, excellent, and complete devotion with your cunt.

I want to push back against him as he fucks harder, knowing that we must use her mouth as well, knowing that as much as I wish he would fill me with his cum, it is more important now to make sure she is marked, dirtied.

I want to fuck you harder as he pulls from my cunt and moves to sit on your chest, locking your arms in place as he slides his cock deep into your throat, making you clean it of my cum, making you lick off my juices.

I tell you that you may cum after he down and you begin to suck his cock harder, knowing that he is already painfully close, already ready to explode in your throat, and you will swallow every drop.

You will swallow every drop because I wanted that cum, and if you waste it I will make sure you never, ever waste another drop again. I will give you regrets.

I want to watch as his shoulders flex and his lower back arches.

I want to feel you pulse around my fist hard, pushing, whimpering, struggling to breathe and be so good.

I want to hear him explode only seconds before you do, knowing that he is unloading his hot cum into your throat, knowing because you are struggling and shaking and cumming so hard it hurts to remain inside your cunt.

And more than anything, I want him to stand, and I want to see a single drop wasted.

And then I will smile.

"It's a green light Mr. Maxwell. That means you can go."

This morning was soundtracked by the 1969 film The Babysitter. It's an absurd movie which takes way too long to get anywhere interesting, but it had one of my favorite things in the world... the sweet good girl seducing the older man, which is the one thing that saves the movie.

I love to submit, I ache to bottom, to take someone's hand hard on my ass. I get antsy when the marks that are left begin to made and I no longer feel the sting on my thigh when I touch them. I beg to wear the red welts of a belt strapping. I squirm if it's been too long since I have been turned over and spanked and then fucked until I hurt. I want to submit, I want to be taken, I want to feel like I have no choice but to suck his cock, to clean it of my cum and feel it in my throat.

But as I am always quick to say - that every Daddy who adores his little girl... every Sir who owns his prized toy... is wrapped around that babygirl's finger.

There is something that just makes me light up when I know I'm turning on a top. When I know that I am getting him hard, sliding my skirt up just slightly and making sure to touch my thighs. I love to open my legs, brushing his so he knows that if he wants to slide a hand between, it is his choice. But I love to know when he's struggling a little not to.

I bite my bottom lip, letting it pop out slicked and full and ready to be covered in cum. I want him to think about what his cock will look like sliding over my bottom lip. I want him to picture my lip lowering to take the head into my mouth, staring up. I want him to lose track of sentences mid-way through because he can feel the pulse in his cock as I open my mouth to eat or drink or just to show him I want more, and I want it then.

I like to bend over for him. To pick things up off the floor, to show him am ass ripe for the beating. I arch my back and want him to long to grope and to touch, where ever we are. I want him to shift in his seat as he thinks about the spanking, the paddling, the caning, and the fucking which will ensue. I want him to get lost in his thoughts about how it will feel to squeeze the soft flesh of my ass before he takes it, claims it, marks it.

I love to tease. I love to sit on his lap and grind through my panties onto his stiffening cock. I love to feel it get hard against me, love as his eyes remain fixed on mine. I get wet knowing that I am turning him on. I get soaked knowing that I will give up all control; that I will give him everything, every hole, and still - knowing that may only be moments away. Nothing gets me wetter than knowing that no matter what is to come, and no matter how much he will push me, how much he will own and control and destroy and rebuild, that in this moment I have made him hard and I have made him want. This is where I am powerful.

An ode to functional furniture

The thing about bar stools that's always nice is that they're often a perfect height. Not just the seat, but also the bars on the bottom. Granted, I'm not too tall, but the way my knees bend and my heels can hook into the bar is perfect to open and close my legs.

It's ideal, though, to be able to order a drink at the same time that a man (or a boy, lets not discirminate) can get on his knees and eat my cunt right there. I can arch my back, lean forward into him, put my hand on the back of his head, unemcumbered by soft, squishing cushions or had wooden arms. I have a full range of motion to keep my legs wide, pull my skirt back, and slide to the edge of the wooden stool.

And he has all the access he needs. His mouth can stay on my clit for as long as I want, and while he may have to turn his head a bit to suck on my swollen cunt, it is only going to offer a fuller range of options ofr how he will make me cum. Because he will make me cum.

When I want his fingers all I have to do is arch forward a bit more. I shift my hips and slide, and he can immediately push his fingers deep into my cunt, curling forward as my shoulders drop back.

I can pull his head forward as hard as I want, legs wide as I begin to grind on his face, as his knees begin to ache and as my skirt, no longer held back by my hands, delicately touches his forehead. I can grind my wet cunt into his face over and over as he sucks and licks me. I can whimper and close my eyes, as this stool is not moving. I can pull my legs forward a bit, not worrying that they will move, as my heels remain locked into the pole, so well placed on the stool for me.

And when I cum, when my cum runs out over his tongue and down onto the chair, over his lips and into his mouth and over his chin and down onto the slicked wood of the stool, clean up will be so easy. I will make him lick it up, every drop, before shifting my hips back, and finishing my drink.

Flight

"Walk slowly."
My hands grip a little tighter on the side. I consciously try and place each foot purposely on every step. Once the heel of one foot is securely on a step, then and only then can the step begin and I raise my heel on the previous step.
"Good girl."
He is behind me. I expect him to pull my skirt up. I was instructed to not wear panties (nor a bra) and so I know that if he walks far enough behind me, he will see the curve of my ass as I walk in front of him. If he looks hard enough, he will see the wetness that is spreading down my thighs.
Every step is achingly slow and methodical. I feel him come up behind me and know he is not interested in looking at my ass. His hand slides over my hip and stops at my stomach, holding me mid-step.
My breath catches and my cunt tenses. I can feel it begin to ache. His other hand moves under my skirt and my breath simply stops. It holds in my lungs, waiting. All energy, all thought, all blood goes immediately to my aching pussy.
I ache and I listen. Standing in the stairway of my apartment building there are 15 doors outside of mine and any could open and see. They could all see that I am him slut. That I belong. That I am weak and owned and a dirty little wanton cunt. I am dripping and at any moment, a door could open and people I must face, must live above and below and beside would know. I hold my breath to hear better, but all I can hear is his breath in my ear.
His fingers move against my swollen clit. I want to moan but I hold on. My mind is broken, trying to focus on the noises of the rest of the building but it keeps slipping towards my cunt. It is a tilting slab of slicked ice, and I am gripping desperately and failing miserably.
His fingers press and slide up and down my slicked, soaked clit. My hips move back and forth as I try and get more of his hands, more pressure. I step my legs wider, my hand covering his and pushing myself harder.
"You slut." I nod. God, I want him desparately. I would let him do anything to me, here or anywhere. "You're so wet." I nod again. "Is it because you're my little whore?" I nod vigorously.
I tremble as his fingers leave my clit and tap me on the ass to keep walking.
My feet begin to move fast but I quickly catch myself. Every step becomes slow and thoughtful again. I focus on the steps. I don't want to focus on my dripping pussy. I don't want to focus on him behind me, or the stiff cock that I want inside me. I just want to think about each step.
I turn, ascending another staircase. I take one step, then two, then three, then he stops me. My breath stops with my feet. My heart, on the other hand, pounds. My breath is quick, chest rising and falling in short staccato.
I feel his hands move under my shirt, finding my tight nipples. He begins to twist, to pull.
"Breathe, baby." I nod, my chest rapidly rising and collapsing. My heart is all I hear, thought I try and listen for doors. Recently realizing that I'm still afraid of the dark, I struggle to hear every sound and fight to ignore them at the same time. I can hear as someone turns on a television, begins cooking, openings and closing cabinets recklessly. My bottom lip trembles and I am consumed with fear that someone will see that I am a slut, violated by hands and fingers of this man.
That someone will see me for who I am.
I will give him everything. I will give him all my holes. I will give him boundaries and wetness and orgasms and spit and my throat and tears and pain and flesh and pain and whimpering and begging and absolute devotion.
My heart pounds as I hear more movement, as the genuine fear that someone will open a door and I will not be able to pull away are all very real. I desperately want to hide. I don't want anyone to see this vulnerable, shaking, needy little cunt. I cannot control myself with him behind me, around me, inside me.
And in this hallway, on this staircase, as I am fucked, as his fingers slide into my cunt and I grind down into them. I push downward and lower my head, giving up and hearing all the noises. I don't care. I want them to see. I want them to see how I will do anything for him. I grind down onto his fingers, my cunt dripping. I haven't been this wet in longer than I can remember but this moment has brought back everything. It has made my cunt swell. It has made my pussy ache to be filled by his fingers and cock. I fuck his fingers, holding with one hand onto the railing, a flight away from my apartment, knowing that I could not wait. I couldn't stop him and beg him to fuck me behind closed doors. I needed it now - needed to feel as he slides in and out, as cum drips down my legs. I drop my head, not noticing but also not caring if someone sees. I am a dirty slut. I am a begging whore. My cum drips down his fingers, down into his hand. This cum is his. This cunt is his. These painfully tight, cruelly pulled nipples are his. This open, gasping mouth is his. This tight asshole is his.
And in this moment, all my dignity, all my shame, all of it. His.

Seriously, though...

Seriously, though... tell me more about these same-sex spankings. I'm outraged, Texas. Tell me more.

She will wait.

She stands in front of me, wanting approval so badly. I unlock the leather cuffs which hold her hands to her thighs. She has been such a good girl, sitting in her chair and waiting. She has been rocking against the chair, her thighs pressed together. I have caught her, but I do not command her to stop. I find it endearing how she arches against the fabric of her panties, trying to get some relief.

But now she is standing and her hands are free. But she is a good girl, and they have ceased to move towards her cunt.

"Pull down your underwear."

She nods, reading up and pulling them down and off, looking up with hopeful eyes.

"No. I didn't say take them off, I said pull them down. To your knees."

I sit in a chair, legs crossed, the side of the tip a middle finger between my lips most of the time, a glass of wine in the other hand, resting on the arm of the chair. When I open my mouth, my tongue rests against that part of my finger.

I watch her put them back on awkwardly, watching at they momentarily catch in her heel. She is trying so hard, and it is endearing. But endearing is not enough.

They are quickly around her ankles, calves, knees. And then she waits.

"Come."

She walks forward awkwardly, trying to keep the panties in place, her feet never more than a foot from each other. She stands before me. I place the glass to the side with a soft tick.

One hand holds her hip as the other hand finds her cunt. Wet. She opens her mouth as my index and middle finger begin to rub her slicked clit, swollen and bulging and begging for attention. I stare up at her, watching her face change and stretch and display every sense of ache. I pinch her clit softly and then hard, slowly and then quick. Every movement I make is reflected in the contorts of her mouth and then tensing of her jaw.

"Do you know the rule?"

She nods. This is not the first time I have done this today. She knows that I will rub her clit, I will finger her sweet cunt, I will slide my fingers into her ass, I will tease her nipples, I will let her pump against my hand, I will make her fuck herself until she is ready to cum and then I will stop. She knows she will wait one hour. She will wait from a chair in the corner.

I stand, my fingers remaining on her clit. I move closer, my other hand lifting her chin, my lips so close to hers that I can see her trying to open her mouth to take in my tongue, my breath, anything. I let mine graze hers and hear the tiniest of squeaks.

"You're being such a good girl." her breath catches. "Do you know how proud I am of you?" Her lips pique slightly into what is almost a smile.

My fingers slide down and three delve into her cunt. I hear her groan and feel her push forward. My hand is soaked as she demands more with her hips. I begin to pump inside of her. She opens her legs more, pushing against me.

"You haven't come in hours... and you are so, so close...." She nods slightly, a noise just barely above a whimper breaking through her lips.

I slowly walk behind her, pressing my body against hers. I pump harder, my hips pushing against her ass, pushing her into my fingers, helping her fuck harder, demanding she fuck harder. I curl my fingers inside of her, stroking everything inside of her.

Her legs open slightly more, her voice getting more brazen in its whimpering.

I pull my fingers from her sopping cunt and I feel her almost fall as she continues to fuck hopefully. A finger slides slowly into her ass and she freezes, her mouth opening to moan.

"Put your fingers inside your cunt, baby."

She nods, her own hand diving into her pussy. She fucks herself with abandon as I take her ass. Two fingers find her mouth and she begins to suck. She is now filled. Her moans and whimpers are dampened by my hand in her mouth, the tips of my fingers grazing her throat.

"Fuck hard, baby, you're a big girl."

She nods, crying out a little louder as a second finger pushes into her tight ass. Her hips push hard back, and it takes all of my force to brace her, allowing her just enough movement to make sure that I am deep inside of her ass and that her cunt is being filled with her own hand.

"You're such a big girl, aren't you?"

She nods, a broken "mmhmm" struggling to come out. She wants to cum. I can feel her tensing. I can feel the muscles which press against me straining so familiarly.

"And you know what a big girl has?"

She pumps faster, and I can just imagine how tight her pussy is on her fingers.

"A big girl has patience." I pull my fingers from her ass and mouth and her hand instinctively drops from her pussy. Juices are not dripping but running down her inner thighs.

A hand goes to her lower back as I lead her back to her chair and re-tie her hands, close enough to her clit to just barely graze, but not to fully stroke.

The clock is turned back to 60 minutes and she fights tears as I kiss her softly on the lips and return to my work.

Daddy says Goodnight

When I think of you and I can't be near you, I generally have the same fantasy. I know it's silly, and I wish it were something grander with bruises and tears, but I guess I'm far more banal than I seem sometimes.

I picture laying on my side. I'm naked, dozing off to sleep, hands perched underneath my head, half here and half already gone. I feel you slide behind me. In my languid state I curl back against you. I like being overwhelmed by your body.

Your movements are slow and soft, approaching a tenderness that I cannot fully appreciate while I am half asleep. Your hands trail my sides, making me react just slightly, shifting towards you, tickled just slightly by the rough tips of your fingers. Your chin, your nose is tickled by my hair, splayed out on the pillow.

Your softness, though, is momentary. One hand clamps over my mouth while the other digs between my legs. I try and breathe in, to gasp heartily at the startle but I find only the choking clamp of your fingers closed over my lips. I fight, my body pulling away from yours but my hip is held in place by your elbow and I have no where to go.

Your long fingers bury themselves into my cunt, which is just barely damp. I cry out into your hand, aching, feeling you stretch my cunt violently. You don't fuck me yet, simply hold your fingers there, letting them curl inside me. I fight, feeling a few tears breaking forward and running down into your hand. Even though I know it's you, I can still feel my softest flesh breaking. Both my tears and my blood are yours, and all I can do is hope that you can take pleasure from them.

Slowly my body adjusts, and instead of fighting you I begin fucking you back. I arch into the fingers as my cunt gets wetter and they begin to slide in and out, slicked with my cum. The pain from before now makes my cunt all the more sensitive. His thumb finds my clit and I push back against him.

My hand reaching back around to pull him closer. I reach to squeeze his hip but my fingers slip and simply grab onto the fabric of his shirt, simply inching it from the waistband of his trousers. I want to feel him. I press my lips into his hand, which is still tight on my mouth. I kiss, even as I struggle to breathe against his thick fingers. I want the taste of his fingers on my lips just as I want the ache of his fingers inside my cunt.

And they do ache. As he pushes in a third and then a fourth thick finger I struggle to keep composure. I cry out as my cunt hurts and wants more all at the same time. I will be so tender, so sore. His fingers are unrelenting and I whimper in full voice as I begin to hurt all over again. He wants me to hurt and I want to give him this hurt. He pulls the fourth finger out and I am so tender that the pleasure it creates is explosive. I am trembling.

His lips find my ear as he feels me about to cum. My pussy tightens and I struggle to speak, to beg to cum against his hand. His fingers relax as I choke out "please." I feel his breath on my ear as he whispers "cum, baby," a lilting drawl he tries so hard to hide coming through. He tries to hard to mask his roots, even in these moments, even though I love the sound of his voice, even as it betrays his cosmopolitan exterior.

I finally cum, shaking, dripping, and finally breathing. I curl against him as he pulls out his fingers, cloaked in my juices. He puts them into my mouth and I obediently suck and lick them clean, thanking him with my tongue. I breath deeply, slowly, letting the feeling of his breath guide me. My eyes remain closed.

I feel him pull back and I startle a little, trying to move towards him, trying to rectify the loss which was so instantly created. I hear him unzip his pants and pull out his cock and before I can open my mouth to say something, anything at all, he pushes me down and thrusts his swollen cock into my cunt.

I am so sensitive it feels like I am being torn apart from the inside. After his fingers, after cumming so hard for him, every nerve is tight and already tingling. I am writhing, over stimulated and too sensitive to feel anything more than overwhelmed. My eyes tighten and all I see are the flashes of light from my brain begging me to relax. I want to cry. There is too much happening to process, and I feel out of control of my body. There is tingling, there is trembling, there is tightening and all of it feels completely out of control.

I open my mouth and cry out into the pillow, begging him to stop. His hand is on my shoulder, his forearm over the blades, and his cock is pounding me. He is thick and rough inside me. My cunt is still dripping, still tensing. I can feel myself pump around him involuntarily. I have no control over the way my pussy tightens and quivers around his cock. I feel the weight of his chest as he strains. I feel the shudder of his groans.

His fingers squeeze so tightly on my shoulder I can practically see the purple welts begin to form. He strains, arching up and groaning louder. I still tremble underneath him, and I wonder if I am losing consciousness as the energy drains. Every time my body quakes, I feel less and less alive. The over-stimulation has made me at  best docile. He fucks me harder as the tensing in my cunt is slowly becoming less and less forceful - an echo of a fucking. I try and push back against him but I am so drained all I can do is receive his cock and then his cum. He holds my neck down as he thrusts on more time, draining wave after wave of hot cum into my cunt, which now whispers out the slightest of pulses.

He pulls out, zipping his pants up again and kisses my earlobe. "Sleep, baby." I have not the will, nor the energy to do anything more.