Teacher Fantasy
Pen in your mouth, tongue playing with it; you keep making smart remarks in class inspiring others to act up as well so I throw a pop quiz much to the dismay of the class. After much grumbling and complaining its finally quiet while everyone focuses on their paper. That is everyone but you; you keep your eyes on me as if daring me to say something, taunting me with your gaze, just like you do every class. At the bells ring everyone files by handing in their quiz, you’re the last to come by, you’re paper blank another insult to my authority; I’ve reached my breaking point, my patience has been frayed, and I am just plain pissed at you. Grabbing your hand as you attempt to pass by, my tone leaving no room for argument “you’re going to have to stay meet me after class for detention to make up this work.” When you don’t acknowledge my order it’s all I can do not to snap right then and there but I rein in my temper and put it to work plotting. It’s the end of the day when you come back looking put out for having to be here, I standing by my desk waiting for you. “Lock the door and get over here, we have a lot to discuss” you take your sweet time walking to my desk after flipping the lock but I’m patient enough to live through you testing of me and I have the perfect punishment in store for your disobedient ass. “Your behavior in class leaves much to be desired and not doing your work well that just won’t do miss” rolling your eyes and not even paying attention to me is the last straw. I grab your arm and pull you to me while I spin us around and slam you onto the desk, papers fluttering away as my hand reaches for the drawer and you struggle in my grasp. “What are you doing, get off of me, let me go right now” your requests are denied and my hand tightens its hold on the back of your neck keeping you pinned down. I reach into the top drawer, pulling the cuffs from their place wrapping them around your wrists and loop them through the handle on my desk specifically for this. You’re locked in place I have you right where I want you and I’m going to take my time to punish you. My hand at your nape holding you firm against my desk I pull the paddle from the same drawer the handcuffs came from “it’s sad how they’ve gotten rid of corporal punishment I say if it isn’t broke don’t fix it and you are in desperate need of a spanking, you need to be put in your proper place girl.” Releasing my hold on your neck I know you can’t go anywhere, I flip that too short skirt over your ass, baring you to my view “Hmm what do we have here, no panties, someone sure is a dirty girl” before you can speak the heavy thwack of the paddle cuts you off, you try to fight the cuffs but they hold firm. “You really need to be taught a lesson girl, I will not tolerate disrespect and you will obey me, count out your strikes or this will be a long night for you” the whooshing of the air passing through the holes drilled in the wood is met by your cry when it strikes firmly into soft flesh, but that cry doesn’t include a number. I growl at you “I won’t tell you again girl, count; or I swear you’ll regret it” the next blow is matched by a whispered response. Slamming the paddle harder to your ass on the next stroke I calmly order “louder” your second count is much better. I start a steady rhythm of strikes, the paddle alternating between cheeks, bringing forth a beautiful hue of red on your flesh. You don’t miss a beat, each strike you call out your count intermixed with moans and whimpers, you don’t flinch or pull away you stay still and accept your punishment. The sound of contact between skin and wood is pure magic to my ears. When I pull the paddle back for another swing I notice something that makes me smirk, the wood is wet from you, “Looks like someone here is enjoying their spanking or are you always drenched” when you try to deny it I bring the paddle up to your face “you got my paddle all dirty girl, fix that now.” You don’t even hesitate, your tongue is out lapping at your essence left on the wood, gathering every drop, eyes on mine watching for approval. Leaving the paddle lying on the desk I cup your ass, feeling how swollen it is, the heat emanating off of it warming my palm. Drawing my fingers down I tease your tight pucker till you whine, sliding them lower through wet folds feeling you shiver at my touch “where should I fuck you hmm? Where do you want my cock girl, speak up before I choose for you.” Your legs spread and you raise your ass to me pressing back onto my strap “please, I want you to fuck my pussy, I need you to fill me up, I ache for your cock sir.” The sound of my belt unsnapping makes you moan to me, I’m quick to kick my slacks aside and let my straining cock free. I start slow since you need it so bad I want to tease you, sliding the head along your clit, letting you soak my cock so I can fuck you harder. I dip the tip into your core, just stretching you enough to make you want more “fuck me sir, don’t make me wait please I need you.” Plunging my hips forward forcing my cock into your tight pussy, I’m met by a loud moan which only encourages me to thrust harder. Pushing deeper and deeper until I’ve filled you entirely, my cock buried to the hilt, I pull out and thrust in again. My hands on your hips I fuck your thoroughly, angling so that I hit every spot that I know will make you scream for me. Over and over I work my cock into you, bringing your moans and whimpers into the air. I feel you getting close the edge and I decide to be cruel, to punish you a bit more, pulling out I rest my cock against you but denying you what you crave. You wail out your displeasure at this action, trying to thrust back onto me to get the relief you need. “Oh god please, don’t tease me sir, just please fuck me, I need to cum all over your cock sir, please let me cum for you” rolling your hips back searching for any kind of friction to help ease that ache in your core. After such pretty begging I can’t deny you and I slam every inch of my cock back into your tightness, you’re scream echoes through the room “Yes gods yes, just like that fuck me hard, make me cum sir, fuck me please.” I hold your hips and work my cock into you over and over, our bodies colliding; you’re grinding back to meet me each time. It doesn’t take much more to throw you over the edge, your body tenses and I thrust into you so hard you lose your breathe, I hold you still and continue to pound into you, working you through your pleasure and up and over again. You’re spasming against me, guttural noises escaping your throat as you explode your pleasure over my desk. You’re limp against me; body spent from the pleasure, when I pull away from you a lazy moan is my only response. “I do believe you understand your place now don’t you girl and if you don’t remedial lessons I am more than happy to give.”
Fantasy in celebration of free time
I’m blinking away the water I splashed in my face, meeting my own gaze in the mirror I can’t help but shake my head, trying to clear my clouded senses. I’m in this bathroom attempting to cool myself down, trying to control myself from taking you on the table in this restaurant, you have riled me beyond belief and I’m yearning to fuck you hard. You have been teasing me this whole date; licking your lips, rubbing your foot up and down my thigh, and talking so dirty I can’t help but ache with need for you. When I hear the door open then the lock click I know it’s you, I turn to lean against the counter just as you reach me. You have that mischievous look on your face that tells me you know exactly how much you’ve affected me “what are you doing in here honey?” Without waiting for a response you press into me, nuzzling into my neck, laying kisses along my speeding pulse. I try to keep my voice stern but your lips on my skin are making me lose my control “pet don’t tease, come on lets go order dessert and enjoy our night.” Apparently that’s not what you had in mind because before I can stand up straight you’re on your knees before me, hands releasing my cock from its binds, and licking along the shaft eyes on mine. I try to stop you but you just bat my hands away and swallow half my length, bobbing your head, moaning around my cock knowing how much those vibrations affect me. I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth so I accept this treat and settle back against the counter, cupping your head and guiding you to take me deeper, hold me longer. I feel it every time I hit the back of your throat and I love how well you’ve learned to take me, deeper I press till I bury my cock in your mouth, lips wrapped at the base I hold you tight and stay there till I know you can take no more. Jerking back, my cock comes out of your mouth with a delicious pop. Sliding it along your cheek, I watch as you lay kisses along the shaft, long licks that swipe across the tip, driving me crazy with your teasing. “Get up” there is no give in my voice and you snap up; the tone leaving no room for arguments, before you’re even steady on your feet I’ve spun us around, your bent over the counter and I’m at your back. Your shocked eyes meeting mine in the mirror “Its time you paid for all that teasing don’t you think pet” flipping up your skirt I cup you through your lace I can feel your heat radiating off of your core, slipping beneath the soaked fabric my fingers slide through your folds “ah what’s this? Is someone getting wet from sucking my cock?” Dragging my fingers through your wetness I catch up you essence and use it to paint my cock, all the while holding your gaze. With no warning I plunge into you, making you scramble to find a handhold while you gasp, my hand on your hip I don’t give you a chance to catch your breath as I pound into your sweet pussy. Your tightness is holding me to you, so I stay with short, hard thrusts that having you whimpering. Keeping my cock buried in your body I don’t let up my pace, reaching up with I cup your breast, your nipple tightened in my palm, my hand works that sensitive flesh. I’m watching you in the mirror and as every thrust slides over that sweet spot your eyes roll back in your head, moans escaping your lips. My hand has a bruising grasp on your hip so I can thrust harder, the other teases your puckered nipple to help build you up. “Fuck I’m close baby, please harder, make me cum alpha, I need to cum for you” growling I speed up my movements, pulling out almost all the way I dive back in watching my cock sink into you. Pinching your nipple till you whine, I work the strap within you, watching your back arch right as you hit the edge. I watch closely as you snap against me, back rigid for a moment before your whole body tremors, you moan out my name and I slam our hips together. Rolling them up to keep the head of my cock stroking across your inner walls while you cum, rocking with your body, drawing out your orgasm. Your face has utter contentment all over it and your voice is low and throaty with pleasure “fuck baby, I love how you react when I rile you up.” Nipping at your nape “fucking tease, but gods I love it.” Pulling away from you I fix our clothes and wipe down the counter while you get your legs back under control. As we leave the restroom we run into the manager bringing the key to unlock the door, acting as if nothing happened we pass by him trying to contain our laughter.
Rough Fantasy is rough
The thwack of the ax hitting the log echoes through the clearing, a clean split the pieces fly apart to landing amidst the cut wood scattered about. I slam the ax home in the stump and swipe my bandana across my forehead wiping away the sweat that is dripping into my eyes. The aggression and anger still pumping through my system I go about flinging the firewood into the bin next to the barn. I thought it would have worked out of me from the amount of logs I’ve chopped, but it seems it hasn’t so when you come out and slam the door I grind me teeth. Irrational anger flooding through me, the earlier fight just rushing back to my lips and the ache in my muscles does nothing to calm me ire. I turn to face you and I see that you’re still angry too, the way you toss your head and stalk towards me and all the sudden my anger is replaced by an intense lust that burns through me, all I can think about is taking you hard and fast till you beg for forgiveness. You’re coming towards me eyes burning and I can’t help but to lick my lips at the sight you present, always so breathtaking even in your fury. Before you can even start in on me, I speak very calmly “we’re not gonna fight anymore, I’m going to fuck you senseless till you forget you were even angry.” You laugh in my face and flip me the bird, I’m pressing you into the wall of the barn, snarling in your face “you had better remember who you belong to, and be more respectful.” Eyes defiant you push me back throwing words like punches “why don’t you make me? You’re the big bad wolf right? So show me, or are you not so tough after all, huh? All talk and no game darling.” This time I slam you into the wall while ripping your shirt over your head this whisper in your ear is not soft at all “you should know better than that, and you better know your place girl and stop testing me.” You would snip back but I’m biting at your mouth, harsh kisses that make you forget your words and whimper at me. My hands aren’t idle and while I eat at your mouth they are pinching hardened nipples that do nothing to hide your arousal from me. We trade bites just shy of breaking skin both growling into the others mouth, there is something animalistic about our touches, your hands pulling at my hair trying to bare my neck for your teeth. You try to snap at me but my hand at your throat keeps you at bay, my tone is dangerously soft “now now none of that pet, good girls don’t bite.” Your eyes are wide, pupils dilated at the pressure on your windpipe; you lose your fight the moment my fingers are at your neck, submitting fully to me. Your hands are gripping my shoulders, then clawing at them when my fingers slip into drenched folds seeking out your throbbing clit “looks like someone wants something? What is that you want pet? Be specific.” All you can do is whine with my hand wrapped around your neck so I spin you around pressing into your ass, my fingers still stroking your clit, the other hand moving lower to tweak your nipples letting you speak. “Fuck me alpha, please fuck me, I’m sorry I was bad, so sorry, please fuck me, fuck my ass whatever you want just fuck me alpha.” I nip along your nape, hard enough to make you moan “now how could I resist a request like that” pulling down your shorts and unbuttoning my jeans as I keep my teeth traveling across your flesh. You kick your shorts off and I slide my cock between your thighs, coating it in your essence, your whining and grinding back into me pushing you back into the wall “patience pet, good things come to those whose wait.” Once I’ve had my fill of teasing you I line up to your tight pucker, and slowly sink in, just the head for a moment till you thrust back trying to take more. A smack to your ass has you stilling “we go at my pace whatever I decide to give you, be thankful for or do you want to stop right now?” you shake your head and I kiss your cheek “good girl.” Caging you with my arms against the wall and my body at your back, I pull out till just the head is in, stretching you but not filling you like you need “Please sir, fuck please, I need your cock, please fuck my ass.” “As you wish” with one hard thrust I slam into you making you take every inch of me. With one hand I tease your clit, pinch it making you arch your back and I can thrust a bit harder, push a bit deeper into you, my other hand is at the small of your back holding you in perfect position so I can impale you on my cock. I love how you call out my name every time I thrust home, the slap of our skin resounding around the clearing, you’re grinding back meeting me thrust for thrust. My fingers rolling over your clit as I rock my hips, staying deep in you with hard thrusts that have you calling out. Nipping at your neck, I dig my feet into the ground for more traction so I can thrust harder “You’re gonna cum so hard aren’t you pet, you love when I fuck your ass hard, isn’t that right dirty girl, you love this cock don’t you?” You moan at my words “yes sir, fuck, I love it so much when you fuck my tight ass, it’s all yours, I’m yours alpha, please let me cum for you.” I thrust my fingers into you, curling them to stroke your inner walls “then cum for me pretty girl, give me what’s mine.” My fingers swirling around your sweet spot, palm pressing against your clit while I press my hips to your ass, thrusting deep as I can be I feel your body clench and shudder as you cum, hips jerking as your pleasure explodes from you into my hand “thank you sir, thank you so much.”. Your voice fading out to just a smattering of moans between your heavy breathing, I lean against your back, still buried in your tightness, licking up the bead of sweat sliding down your neck, “we should fight more often.”
Had a bad day? Nothing cures it like writing Erotica
When my back keeps aching, and my friends get tired of my whining they send me to this masseuse they swear she has magic hands. I’m led into a room that smells of lavender, with soothing tones strumming through the air, undressing, I sprawl out on the table face down the crisp white sheet covering my ass. I don’t even open my eyes when the masseuse walks in, but when I hear her voice I have to match it to a face, she’s gorgeous and I’m dumbstruck by her that I miss the question and she has to repeat it, “where is your pain?” Clearing my throat I try to get my wits about me “it’s my back” when her eyebrow rises I realize how vague and idiotic I sound “ah lower back, left side, it’s a bit sharp sometimes but mostly just a dull ache.” She makes an understanding tone and starts to light a bit of incense, “the scent with calm you and make you relax more so my hands can do their job.” I settle back into the padded table and lay still, listening to her gathering she supplies and moving around the room, the intense lavender has my eyes closing and breathing slower. “I am going to start now” her words keep me from starting at her touch, lithe fingers coated in some sort of oil run over the plane of my shoulders, kneading into knots I didn’t know I had, working out the kinks of everyday life, at each stroke of her fingers I feel better, calmer, my mind clearer. She’s talking to me; assorted questions about myself that help keep me focused on my words than on the pain she sometimes pulls out of my flesh. When she starts to work lower, I talk less and moan more, there’s pleasure to be found in releasing the tension stored in my skin, and she is an expert at drawing it out. After one particularly brutal knot, I can’t help my but to whimper, turned into putty by her skillful touch, the oil rubbing into me heats with touch and its soothing nature is conflicting with my rising arousal. When she finds the spot that been plaguing me, she pauses for a moment “your energy is blocked here, and it is what is causing you pain, this is where all your stress goes, you have to work to relive it more often so it doesn’t cause you pain, perhaps make love more often it helps both your mind and body.” I turn my head to catch her eye “is that your professional opinion or a personal suggestion?” When she blushes and breaks eye contact I am riled even further, her hands have stopped they lay just resting on my shoulders, so it’s easy to flip over and pull her into my lap, her hands sliding to rest on my hips. Her eyes widening in shock, darting down to take in my bare chest, licking her lips she meets my eyes “I have another ache I think you could help me with darling.” Her breath stutters out and before she can speak I’ve reached up and pulled her into a kiss, it starts of gentle, her nervousness melting into my mouth and I breathe lust back into hers. She kisses like she works her hands, hitting all the right spots and working me up till I can’t help but groan into her mouth, she gripping my hips tightly, her fingers massaging unconsciously. It doesn’t take much to get her shirt up and over her head, the pants loose cotton things are a bit trickier but after a struggle and a bit of laughter she’s just in some lacey panties. Pulling her back into a kiss I inhale her and the lavender floating through the room as our lips mesh together once more, the gentleness from earlier has faded and the hunger in both of us is unleashed, we devour each other’s lips, taking all we can from the other. “I’m going to fuck your sweet pussy with my tongue and you’re going to love it” she just nods and lunges back to my lips, in a move that would have hurt my back before that rub down, I shift my grip to under her legs and pull her up till her pussy is pressed against my lips, a scrap of clothe the only thing separating us. She’s gripping my hair, whining at me for teasing her, my tongue dragging along the fabric, making sure to catch it against her clit every stroke. Not wanting to tease her to long since she made me feel so good I slip my hand up and push aside her panties, darting the tip of my tongue around the hardening nub, I feel her thighs tense around my head I keep up the pressure, swirling around her clit over and over, her wetness dripping onto my chin. I love how she’s grinding her clit down onto my tongue, hands tight in my hair, I let her ride my tongue to her hearts content. I’m lapping eagerly at your essence, catching every drop I can, slipping my tongue down I dip it into you. Her thighs pressed against my ears, muffling her moans as my tongue draws circles around her entrance before I thrust it inside. Once I’m pressed in as deep as I can reach; I slide my tongue out again before thrusting it deeply once again. We work together my tongue spearing into her as she rolls her hips to meet it, getting as deep as I can I flick it over those ridges and edges of her core, hands kneading her ass holding her steady letting me work my tongue harder and faster. I feel her inner walls squeezing around my tongue and I know her release is imminent. Swirling my tongue faster, hands gripping tightly at her ass, I hold her firmly in place. She tumbles over the edge with a high-pitched whine, hips shaking in my grasp, her lust coating my face. I continue to lap her up, teasing her over sensitive clit “please stop, gods please it’s too much.” I have mercy and release her, she falls to my side breasts heaving as she catches her breath, I reach out and pluck at her nipple before she slaps my hand away with a laugh “god you just don’t quit do you”. With a smirk I reply “why don’t we find out if you can keep up.”
Fantasy number 2 of the day, I’m on a roll and gonna fail the fuck out of my finals
There’s something about the crisp mountain air that chills me to the very bone and thrills me at the same time, I’m not really paying attention to the instructor spouting out fun facts on snowboarding I just want to jump to it and wing it. Adding to that you’re in these tight pants that are hugging to your every curve and it’s helping to keep me distracted. When we finally start I fall flat on my face the first go round, your laughter peals over the mountain side and when I sit up “you do know this means war” I toss snow in your direction, when it hits you in the face your sputtering brings a chuckle to my lips. My next go on the board is a little better, still shaking but I slowly drift downwards, that is until you decide to tackle me from behind. We’re rolling and bouncing down the mountain until we break through the tree line, tumbling to a halt against one of the evergreens I’m missing a boot and the board but you ended up in my lap so I can’t really care about small details like that. Were both laughing trying to get untangled, well we were till I saw a patch of snow melting down your neck, then I was trying to get closer, my breath steaming against your skin “hold still pet” I lick up the path the snow left, when you shiver it’s not from the cold. You settle back against me as my tongue continues to run up and down your neck, my fingers are hard at work trying to fight the way through all the layers you have on, you cold nature is my down fall. I’m growling against you neck, my hands impatient to be on your skin, my teeth nipping at you every time my fingers slip on the multitude of buttons and snaps. I about to cut it off of you when your hands replace mine and with a few deft movements bare you to my fingers. My hands must be cold because when the touch your stomach you jerk back into my and whine at me, I slide them across your skin raising goose bumps in my trail as I let them roam. When I come across puckered nipples I roll them between my fingers, pulling them, then soothing them with my thumb, by the way you’re grinding in my lap I’d say you’ve forgotten the cold. My mouth still laying kisses on your neck, I slide a hand down your stomach while the other continues to work your nipples. I’m glad the slopes were empty today because the way your whimpers are floating through the air it would be hard for them to miss what we are doing. My fingers find the path to your core, so wet and hot it burns, with ardent caresses I stroke you clit, my thumb pressing that sweet button while my other fingers delve into you. Curling them up I start a steady rhythm of thrusts as my thumb strokes your clit, my mouth tight against you neck tasting your racing pulse, my other hands fondling your breast. I love feeling you are wrapped around my fingers it makes me so hot, “fuck you’re so goddamn tight, I love your pussy baby, I love touching you so deep, and working all of those spots that make you see stars, I can’t wait to feel you cum in my hand, you’re going to cum hard for me aren’t you pet?” You clench around me at every dirty word I utter against your neck, I tweak your nipple roughly and you shudder. I feel you tense, body undulating back against me riding my fingers just like you would my cock. Your body is coiling up, tighter and tighter you wind around me, fingers stroking against your walls “That’s my girl, cum for your alpha.” You keening cry echoes through the trees as your hips slam back into me, writhing in my lap, I feel the splash of your release dripping down my fingers. Pulling free from you I put them to your lips, “clean up the mess you made girl” you lick along my digits lapping at your essence dripping from them. “Mmmm that’s perfect, don’t you taste so good baby” you moan your agreement around them, I could let you do that for hours but the cold is starting to creep in and I don’t want you catching a cold. “Come on pet lets go sit by the fireplace and thaw out” setting you clothes to rights; we hunt for my boot and head back to the cabin to cuddle by the fire.
Erotica trumps studying everytime
The sound of the door opening startles me enough that I can’t even think to hide what I was doing before it opened, so there I am porn playing on the screen my hand still wrapped around my cock when you walk in. At first you’re surprised, assuming id be in class as my schedule says, but I skipped too fucking horny to sit through a boring lecture when all I could think about was your lips wrapped around my cock. Once I get out of my shock, I slam the computer shut, pulling a blanket over my lap, as if that would make you forget what you just saw, the sound of the vibrator still pressed against my clit is the only sound in the room. I watch you take in the scene as you toss your jacket over the chair “well this is a nice surprise to come home to don’t you agree; now now don’t stop on my account honey, please keep going let me watch you.” I don’t know how to take that request, but the ache in my core from being interrupted takes over, I kick the blanket away and continue rolling my hand up and down my shaft. The feel of your eyes on me, the sight of you licking your lips as you are fixated on my hands motion draws your name from my lips. I can’t stop my eyes from closing and I lean back, totally absorbed in my own pleasure. When the bed dips, I’m stunned once again, my hand stilling, you’ve settled behind me your naked skin against mine, your head on my shoulder I feel your hands glide along my skin, I can’t help the gasp when you tease my nipples. “Baby?” before I can finish my question, you bat my hand away and replace it with your own, stroking my cock you make sure to press down hard and grind the vibe onto my clit. Your mouth is on my neck nipping, kissing along the pulse, leaving tiny marks, teeth sharp and the pain makes my breathe come harder. You’re teasing me, taunting me, working me up till I snap. When I can’t take any more, my hips unable to stay still under your ministrations I know I have to turn the tables, with more will power than I knew I had I jerk your hands away from me, and flip us over till you’re on your knees face pressed in the pillows. You try to get up but I twist your arm behind your back and use it as a guide to hold you exactly where I want you. Bent over your back I line up and thrust into you hard I need to bury my cock into you. You’re so wet that I slide easily inside, I hear you moaning into the pillows as my hips piston into you, I want to make you cum before I go and I’m so close I need it now. With my other hand I reach around stroking it over your clit, each time I hit the end of my stride, swirling my fingers over that throbbing bud. You’re pushing back onto me, grinding against my lap, trying to make me give in first, trying to me make me cum. I won’t have any of it and I know just how to get you to explode “cum for me pet, let me hear you scream, cum for me baby, cum right in my lap.” You shake your head but I can see in how your back is arching so I can go deeper, thrust harder, that you can’t fight it. With every word and every touch you get pushed closer and closer to the edge, when I pinch your clit you scream, I can’t hold back anymore I slam my hips into yours, falling off the edge with you. I’m seeing stars and trying to catch my breath, I roll pulling you with me, your whimpers of pleasure making me purr in satisfaction. After a moment of rest I feel your hands stroking me again, the vibrations still rolling through me your whisper in my ear makes me smirk “I’m so glad you skipped class?”
Fantasy instead studying
Leaning against the wall I sip at my beer, bored at this work party my lady has drug me to, my slight scowl keeping any overly friendly partygoers from approaching and chatting. My eyes wander the room, searching for my lover trying to come up with an excuse to leave early, when I spot these sexy legs striding across the room. I do enjoy a good view and this curvy figure in a short clingy black number is surely a feast for my eyes. I watch her walk, or more like strut through the room, eyes turning as she passes, oh she turns heads alright, and I notice she’s headed right my way. This will surely prove interesting, my boredom abated I settle into the wall and take another sip of beer watching her approach. Her voice is like smoke and it flows to my ears “You don’t look like you’re having a good time there, want some company darling? Maybe leave this boorish party and have bit more fun?” I chuckle at her clear intent but I decide to play with her to pass the time “Well that would depend on the company I like to keep wouldn’t it, and how I define fun, but you do look like you know a good time.” She grins that cat with a mouse grin that just makes me smirk all the harder, she thinks she’s caught me and that my head would snap like those other fools at the party, but really the only thing she’s caught is the attention of my lover, whose eyes are burning a hole in the back of her head from across the room. Now this is definitely turning into an entertaining night, I continue to chat with her, every time her laugh rings through the room or she touches my arm I see you fume even harder as you’re trying to talk to your boss. One to long lingering touch and I see you snap, without even excusing yourself you’re stalking over to us, and I can almost see the jealousy bubbling out of you, I prepare myself for the show. When you lean into me there’s a deceptive calmness that is belied by your nails digging into my shoulder, “Having a good time baby, oh and I see you’ve made a friend” there is a dangerous lilt to your words that even this oblivious creature notices, slowly her eyes widen taking in your furious form and she nervously chuckles as she makes her retreat. Once the interloper is gone your anger is turn full force onto me, and fuck you’re gorgeous when you’re riled up so. “Just what was that, you were flirting with that utter tramp, couldn’t you see she just wanted to fuck you and had no interested in a conversation, ugh don’t even answer you were probably just thinking with your dick again, and couldn’t get your eyes off her tits long enough to see anything beyond that.” Oh well that wasn’t very nice, my interest in the game I was play has been cut and now I’m angry at the accusations when I was just having innocent conversation my dominance is pulled to the surface and I pull you out of the room and lead you to the car, no desire for your conversation to be in the public. You’re fighting my grip too angry to care about what I want, “You’re on thin ice there pet, I may look but you know I never touch, watch your tone when you speak to me” at the sound of my voice low and dark you stop fighting and follow me. The ride home is terse and silent, your anger rising back to the surface, when we pull up to the house you bolt from the car. I’m three steps behind and you almost slam the door in my face, one fist is gripping the wood and the other catching your hand raised to slap me. “Darling you don’t want to do that, you know I have no desire to sleep with anyone else when I have you, now calm yourself before you do something we’ll both regret.” I spin you around when you try to jerk away from me and I fall onto the couch, pulling you after me. You’re pushing, trying to get away from me, trying to escape my grasp, your silence a dead giveaway at the extent of your anger. I roll till I have you pinned under me, leaning down to kiss you, all I get is a bloody lip when you bite. Growling I jerk your chin to look at me you’re smug, satisfied in your bloodying of me. I bypass your mouth completely and ravage your neck, I’m not gentle with you, my teeth bared I smear my blood across your skin as my lips pass over you, every inch I can reach I start to mark up. Your fighting subsides with each lick and nip at your flesh, “you know I’m yours just as much as you are mine, and I would never touch another without your express permission.” You act like you’re ignoring me but I can feel how your nipples tighten when my palm ghosts over your breast, and that gasp when I tear your shirt open contradicts your supposed anger. I am quick to unsnap my own pants and free my strap before I roll us again, your skirt hiked up around your hips nothing but a thin swatch of lace stops me from thrusting up into you. My hands still holding your arms up prevents you from doing more than grind against me even though the scowl is still on your face. I lean up capturing a hardened bud in my mouth, sucking hard till you whine at me, anger forgotten completely now only lust remaining and your desires will be fulfilled. With my free hand I swipe aside your panties and angle my hips, we thrust together in unison your cries are of pleasure and not anger now. My lips still anchored at your breast, I let you go and move my hands to your ass, kneading and cupping that fullness that sends lightening straight through me. Your hands are in my hair jerking me away from your breast, pulling at my hair till I’m flat down as you continue to ride me. I let you do as you please since I was the one to anger you; I just stroke my thumbs over your hips and buck up into you. “You feel that babe? You feel how hard I am, you are the only one who gets me so riled, makes me lose my mind, and you are the only one I want, you are the only one who gets this cock.” You’re moaning and your hands aren’t as tight in my hair anymore so I can thrust up harder as I kiss along your neck. I arch up into each thrust, panting unconsciously when I bury myself into you, your moans spurring me on to thrust harder, faster, to get deeper. We’re rocking, our hips rolling together “cum for me baby, cum for your alpha” I can feel you tensing you’re so close; I grip you tighter and pull you hard down on to me. Your back arches, tremors running through your body you call out my name as you tumble over the edge, I hold you tight to me easing you through your pleasure. “I know you wouldn’t do anything with her baby, I just got so mad when I saw her touching you” I kiss your forehead and hold you while we doze on the couch.
Sunday Fantasy
It seems I always end up chasing you when we go into the woods, you know these trails better than me so the only way I can keep up is the fleeting glimpses I get of your tie-dye shirt. The colors showing through the leaves, I try to spot where you’re headed but I lose sight of you, I hear rushing water and decide to head towards it. I’m bare foot because you stole my boots and I have to pick my way through the brush carefully. When I finally find you my breath is stolen by the sight of you by the waterfall, you’re in your tie dye tee, ass peeking from the hem. I spot my boots tossed on the side of the pool of clear water. I know all you have on is that colorful shirt; it’s the only thing stopping my eyes from taking in your wet form as you dive through the water. You beckon to me, water droplets flying through the air “come swim with me honey, the waters great.” I shed my clothes till only black stripes of the harness bisect my skin, my cock bobbing with every movement as I walk into the cool water. The water is shallow at the shelf where the waterfall has carved the rock, I pull you to me, spinning us around so that the water is to my back and you are not drowned while we kiss. The water is cold but the taste of your lips, the touch of your tongue, sends thrills through my body and there is a heat inside me that cannot be doused. When you draw back and kneel before me I can’t help but to grasp your head. The waves from your movement splash against my legs but I feel nothing but your mouth against my hip, the jolt from your teeth nipping at my skin, the heat of your breath against my flesh. The water is beating against my back, flowing over my chest, sliding down my arms into your hair from my hands grasping at you. You look into my eyes, water drops scattered across your face, as you swipe you tongue along the tip. You lap cold water off my cock, almost as if you drink from it as your tongue strokes over it. Our eyes ever locked as you bob up and down, swallowing me deeper and deeper. I tighten my grip, my hands solid at the back of your head, pulling you harder, pushing deeper into your mouth. Choking on the water and the strengths of my thrusts, your eyes roll back, taking pleasure in my abandon. You slide your hands upstream on my thighs, up the legs of my boxers, kneading and cupping my ass, holding me so you can take my whole length, my hips rolling in your arms. Pushing me deeper in your mouth, choking on my cock this time, every time it hits the back of your throat I hear you moaning around me. Caressing your head, shaking with desire I slowly pull back, taking you by the hand I lead you away from the water “come on let’s go back to the tent, and warm you up.” When you go to gather our clothes I bade you to leave them I’m not worried about that right now. When we get back to our camp I’m happy to see the fire still blazing, drawing you down onto our sleeping bags still laid beside it. I wrap you in my arms, holding you tight, pulling you into my lap, sitting there my lips pressed against the back of your neck, licking up the last drops of water splayed across your skin. My fingers dance across your stomach, stroking upwards, finding purchase against smooth skin and hardened buds. You’re shivering from my touch, every kiss draws a gasp, every swipe of my fingers causes a shudder. My cock is hard between us, you rise onto your knees and I guide myself to you, when you drop down a moan passing your lips, our bodies flush together. I nip at your nape, making you dance against me, shivering and swaying, grinding back onto my cock. My hands still teasing your nipples, rolling them between my fingers, tweaking them when at the end of our thrusts, my hips thrusting up just as you bear down, your head is thrown back, laying on my shoulder allowing me more access to the sweet flesh of your neck. Sliding one hand down, I find your heat; your lust coating my fingers, as they stroke over your throbbing core. I love how your hips jerk and lose your rhythm when I toy with your clit. I whisper into your ear nipping at the lobe “you’re so wet baby, so fucking hot for me, you’re so sexy how you ride, how you take me all, that’s my girl.” I swirl my fingers over your clit and twist at your nipple at the same time I thrust up hard, and you’re cumming, hips writhing against me. Moans streaming from your lips, a mixture of my name and incoherent sounds of pleasure. I slow my motions and fall back the jolt pries one more cry from you as I continue to stroke the pleasure from your clit. I’m still buried within you and I love how tight we are to each other, wrapping my arms around you we lay and watch the fire pop and snap. Content in each other’s arms, no words needed, the silence cocoons us and we just lay.
Change of pace Fantasy
The only sound in the room is our heavy breathing as we lay trying to calm down after a great romp in the sheets. You’re curled up against my side as I lay face down in the pillows inhaling you scent. Your hand is tracing along the scratches you left in my back marveling at the marks you left on me. I can’t help but to shiver every time you drag your fingers along those grooves. I’m content to lay but it seems you have something else on your mind. Starting with pecks along my shoulders, thinking nothing of it “mmm that’s feels nice darling.” When your kisses get steadily lower and longer I start to pay more attention. You roll on top of me and start kissing along those marks you left. “Let me clean these up for you baby” your lips ghost along abused flesh, soothing the dull ache that resides there. You’re licking along the rivets your nails made, as I try to lay as still as I can, my heart pounding at your touch, every time your breath hits my spine I have to fight back a moan. Feeling your tongue work over those marks is driving me wild, with every swipe of your tongue you grind yourself against my lower back and I can feel how wet you are. I want to taste you, take you, fuck you until you scream my name but you’re so attentive I don’t want to disturb you, so I wait patiently enjoying your touch. You’re whispering against my skin, telling me dirty secrets and desires, making it even harder for me to resist flipping us over and fucking you into a puddle. You rest your head next to my ear “I want you to roll over, and close your eyes, just do this and don’t fight me” I think about disregarding your words, but it’s so rare when you ask me for something so I have to give in to your wishes. Rolling over, eyes shut I feel you slip the blindfold over them to make sure I abide by your wishes, grumbling about it till you nip at my lip. Huffing at you I reach out blindly to pull you in for a kiss but you just capture my hands and lock them to the headboard with the cuffs, I jerk not approving of this turn of events “now, now you make me wear them often enough I think you can handle it this one time. Or is the big bad wolf scared?” Growling at you I am about to retort when I feel you settle in my lap, my strap pressing against my stomach, if my hands were free I could angle you and thrust into your tightness and the denial of this pleasure has me fighting the cuffs. You grab my hands sliding your body against the strap “easy there, easy, let me do this ok? Just listen to my voice and enjoy the ride baby.” When you release my hands I don’t fight anymore, I just wait and see what you have in store for me. When you kiss my ear lobe I can’t stop the sigh that escapes, “good just relax, I want you to ignore that you can’t see and I want you to focus on what you feel ok? Hear me and feel me.” Intrigued by where this is going I nod and get a quick kiss in thanks for letting you have your way, but then when have I ever been able to deny you anything. Your hands are stroking along my sides, fluttering over my breasts as your rock your hips against me and slowly impale yourself on my shaft. “Feel my heat baby, see how hot you get me, I’m so wet I’m dripping for you, feel my desire for you, for your cock, feel the weight of my body against you, feel your cock sinking into me, feel how you stretch me, how you fill me up just right, do you feel me baby?” With every word I lose myself in your voice, rolling my hips in time with yours, I feel all of that and more. I feel how connected we are, I feel your pleasure and I feel my own. I can’t hold back my moans and they echo off yours, even though I can’t see you, my senses are of hyperaware and I feel your every movement. I feel your body, writhing in my lap; feel the end of my thrusts hitting you deep, and your body’s quakes that happen when I slide along that sweet spot. I feel your hands on me, your breath quickening in my ear, I can hear your cries of pleasure when I start to thrust up harder in time with you. I feel your legs clenching around my hips as you get closer and closer to your release, I can feel your heartbeat racing. When you cum I feel it resonate through my whole body, your hips slam into mine, your hands claw at my shoulders, your teeth sink into my neck. I keep rocking, drawing out your pleasure till with a cry you roll off of me. I can hear you panting next to me, body still shivering. The lights are blinding when you drag the blindfold off, you have a huge grin on your face, “hey there beautiful, missed your face, but now I think you should take these cuffs off so I can show you how much I enjoyed that.” Cuddling up to me, you twirl a finger around the bite mark on my neck I can’t stop my shiver, “oh no I think I like them on you to much to take them off now.” Before I can argue your mouth is on mine, and I decide why fight.
Fantasy
“Wanna play a game baby?” I whisper in your ear. Looking back over your shoulder at me, an eyebrow raised in question, I smirk “trust me it will be fun.” After a bit of badgering I get you to agree to my requests; I can tell you’re intrigued. You know I never disappoint especially when the night starts with you tied face down and bare. Usually this denotes a spanking of some sort but I have a different game in mind tonight. Low smooth jazz is pumping through the speakers, and the cold air has goose bumps raised on your skin, the blindfold sharpens your senses and your head cocks to follow my movements, trying to figure out what is in store for you. The sound of the match striking, the hiss of the wick lighting draws a whimper from you, both an aroused and fearful sound. I stroke your back, gliding my hand along the curve of your ass “easy pet, don’t worry I’m going to take good care of you, you know I won’t hurt you.” Dipping my hand into your core I can feel how wet you are, your desire outweighing the fear, letting my hands trail along your thighs, I just let my fingers soothe those tensed muscles. Bringing the candle up I drip the wax along your spine, the heat makes you gasp, following it with my fingers spreading it into your skin, with every drop you loosen more, unwinding from the scent of lavender in the air. Once I’ve laid tracks of wax on your spine I start to fan out, letting it drip over your shoulders, sprinkling it across your back, making sure it falls right into your back dimples, letting droplets fall upon your raised ass. Every splash of it on your skin draws sounds of pleasure from you, and I can see you pleasure on your thighs. Drawing my fingers through the cooling wax, I draw patterns and designs, blowing the candle out I cut the ties on your legs and draw your ass up, your whimper shows me you’re ready for whatever I wanted to do but I only have your pleasure in mind. Settling behind you I spread your legs, inhaling your scent, I rub my cheek along you ass, blowing on the heated skin. “Please, lick me please” your whisper pulls a growl from my throat and I cannot deny your request. I draw my tongue along the length of you, gathering up every bit of your essence on my tongue, before letting it slide up to tease your ass, slowly circling it with my tongue I can feel your whole body shiver. Sitting back I let my fingers play across your lower lips and dip into your center, pushing them deep I crook them and force a gasp from your lips. Settling back I let my lips coast over you, softly kissing at your most precious place. Deepening this kiss I eat at your body, taking all you have to offer, I slowly sink my fingers into your ass wet from your lust, stretching your tightness as my tongue delves into your core. Continuing lapping up your soaked folds, I thrust my fingers working both ends of you. When my fingers hit there end at the same time my tongue rolls over your clit your hips jerk violently, almost knocking me away, grabbing your hips with my other hand I hold you still so I can continue to devour you. Holding you where I want you I work my fingers in and out exploring your depths while my tongue strokes along your wet slit. I love this position because my tongue can reach so deep into you and I use that to my advantage, working it at the same pace as my fingers I draw gasps and moans from your mouth. Swirling my tongue around, I draw patterns over your clit, sucking from a brief moment before I release and let my teeth scrape across it sending your right over the edge. Feeling your ass spasm around my fingers I keep them moving drawing out a deep keening cry from you and I feel your body clench and release, spilling your pleasure into my mouth. Slowly drawing back I cut your other bonds off, and remove the blind fold, as soon as you’re free you pounce on me licking away your juices between deep kisses. Loving the attention I pull you down into the sheets, laying and kissing till stomachs grumble from another type of hunger.
Woke up horny, so erotica ensued
All day you’ve been testing me, poking at the boundaries, and trying my patience, but I haven’t let you see that you’re riling me up. We get home, and you brush past me through the door, rubbing against my strap just the way you know drives me wild. I don’t act on it now, just shut and lock the door going about as if I didn’t care; I see your pout at my lack of response, you should know by now that two can play this game you love and that I always win. I settle on the couch drinking my tea and reading a few chapters for class, you come in just in a white tee shirt because you know nothing gets me hotter, I almost laugh when you bend over to grab the remote you’re trying really hard tonight, I just enjoy the view for a moment then go back to my reading. When you see that even that didn’t work you sit down next to me with a huff, angrily flipping through channels I can tell you’re trying to come up with another plan of attack, but it’s my turn now. I whine at my lack of tea, trying to be as pitiful as possible till you laugh and head to refill my glass, now I’m on the hunt, I wait till you’re in the kitchen setting the kettle on then I sneak into the hall. I wait, leaning against the wall, I call out to you and when you head to the living room thinking that’s where I’ll be I pounce, my hands on your shoulder spinning you around I pull you in for a kiss. Between brushes of our lips and tangling tongues I tease you “Think I didn’t notice you all day trying to get a rise out of me pet?” you start to protest “don’t try to deny it, I know what you were doing, and now you’re going to get what you wanted, if you’re a good girl I’ll give you a treat.” Drawing back, kiss down your neck, nipping at your speeding pulse point till my marks there. “Get on your knees” you’re quick to comply, sitting back on your heels in front of me, watching me waiting for the next order. Slowly I unbuckle my belt, the strap straining against my jeans, your eyes are glued on the bulge, licking your lips I can see how eager you are to please me. Hooking my thumbs into my jeans I pull them and my boxers down, letting my cock free “hmm what’s this you see something you like?” You whimper and lean close, rubbing your cheek against my cock, but not starting anything till I give the command; you’re looking up at me with pleading eyes. My hands on you head I pull you back rubbing the tip across your lips watching as your lipstick stains it, “go ahead pet.” As soon as those words leave me, your mouth is on me, licking around the head, then bobbing up and down half my length “mmm that’s my girl, take it all, swallow me down.” With every down stroke you take more and more till your lips are at the base, I hold your head there for a moment just till your eyes flutter open and look into mine. I release my hold just as I feel you start to struggle and you pull back with a gasp, but you’re right back it, taking every inch into your mouth. I can smell your arousal, and every time my cock hits the back of your throat I hear your moans. I could let you go on for hours but I want more, pulling your head back I love how your lips are swollen and wet. “Stand up and lean against the wall, face first” you quickly obey, watching me over your shoulder to see if I’m pleased with you. “Perfect now eyes front, and spread those pretty legs” I rub my hand over your ass, then dip down to your wetness. Sliding my fingers into you, curling them till they run over that sweet spot that has your pussy quivering around my fingers, over and over I stroke it. I get you right to the edge, right when one more brush would send you over, and pull my fingers out, “no, please, god don’t tease alpha I’m so close, so fucking close, let me cum please, please.” When you reach down to finish yourself off I slap your hands away “now there will be none of that, you’ll cum when I make you and not a second sooner” your frustrated whine just makes me chuckle at you and nip your ear. Whispering to you I can feel you shiver at my words, “I’m going to fuck your tight little ass cause I know you love it and how it makes you cum so hard, and while I fuck you I want you to tell me how much you love it.” I take my fingers and swipe them across your clit, swirling around lightly till you buck back and moan “please fuck me, I can’t wait anymore to feel you inside me, fuck me alpha.” Spreading your wetness over my cock I press it to your tight pucker teasing just for a moment while you whimper, slowly I ease in till I’m buried deep in you. I love to watch your body open to take me, holding your hips I draw back slowly, and then slam my hips into you. The slap of flesh echoes your cries, keeping up a harsh pace I thrust in and out of you. Your hands are pressed to the wall, you’re pushing back on every thrust letting me get deeper and go harder. I smack your ass to remind you that you’re supposed to be talking to me not just moaning “god you fill me up baby, you stretch my tight ass so fucking good, I love it, I love your cock, fuck me harder, please fuck me harder.” You know how much I love it when you tell me how good it feels, I can’t help but to give you everything you want, my hands gripping your hips so hard there will be bruises later I angle my hips and pound into you. Whatever else you we’re going to say turning into a keening cry and unintelligible words as my hips slam harder into you, laying kisses along your shoulders while my cock slides in and out. All you can do it whimper and mewl as your body rocks with me, unconsciously matching my heated pace, you’re grinding back every time I hit the end of my stroke. I’ve focused my mouth one spot at your neck, nipping and sucking on it wanting to see my mark while I take you hard and fast. Growling into your skin, I feel your body shudder, you’re close “tell me what you want, if you don’t tell me I can’t give it to you pet.” I’m pressed as deep as I can go, and slowly I draw out just to shove back in, “ahhh, oh gods, please, please, make me cum, I want to cum.” I let go of your hip and cup your pussy, my fingers teasing your entrance while my palm grinds into your clit, I can feel it throb. In time with my cock, I thrust my fingers into your pussy, it’s hot and clenching, your body is so ready to cum you’re going crazy on the edge. I let my fingers brush against that sweet spot “cum then, cum for me” it only take two strokes before you’re taut and clawing up the wall trying to find some purchase, something to hold onto, my teeth I sink them over the mark I’ve left. Still moving over you, lapping at the teeth marks, my hips still slamming against your ass, my finger I draw back to brush your clit at the same time I thrusts up “again.” You’re screaming your body never coming down from its high before I send you over again, when I feel you convulse and your body shatters your pleasure dripping over my fingers and down your thighs. “Mmmm that’s my girl, you always give so much don’t you” kissing over the mark, I draw back holding you up since your legs are still weak. “Was that everything you wanted from testing me today?” you just moan and lean back against me, carefully I pick you up and carry you to the bed, tucking you in I kiss your forehead before I get in and pull you to me.
Fantasy
It’s been a week since we’ve seen each other, you needed to go visit your mom, it’s been so hard to be without you, but thankfully you got to come home today. We’re just lying in bed, relaxing in each other’s company cuddled together there’s a mug of tea sitting on the night stand the steam rising in the air, the scent of tea and your skin calms me more than any drug ever could. Languid kisses are being traded, soft strokes of fingertips flowing down skin, feather light touches, our bodies entwined, the only sounds in the room are your breathy little moans that I swallow. My fingers dipping and coasting along every curve and hollow of your body, lips ghosting over your pulse “missed you” it doesn’t need to be said its evident in how I can’t stop touching you, can’t let you out of my sight, but I say it none the less. Your head falls back with a sigh as my lips work up and down your neck, over your collarbones, then back up to your jaw “me too baby, me too.” I can’t help the smile that forms on my lips, my hands unhurried I start to strip you, while your hands work over my chest caressing my shoulders and wrapping around my neck. We’re so close and when you’re bare it’s the final layer removed from between us. My hands cup your breasts, thumbs rolling over your hardened nipples, ducking down I taste one, then the other, slowly drawing my tongue over them, swirling motions that have you gasping. Sucking and nipping at your heated flesh, you arch your back, pushing more of you into my mouth. Moaning, I release you and settling between your legs, I kiss you gently, just a brush of lips. Nudging your legs apart, I meet your eyes as I press the tip of me right at your core, slowly I part your folds sinking into you. Moving achingly slow to both of us, I watch your face as I slowly slide every inch inside, until finally our bodies are flush, hip to hip we’re pressed. “Do you feel me baby?” I ask as draw out just as slow as I entered, “feel me inside of you” once more pressing fully into you, watching as you bite your bottom lip, nodding your head. I keep that rhythm up, not rushed, just a slow delving, a deep connecting of bodies. “I feel you, and you feel so good” you say on the end of a moan. Each watching the other, your flushed cheeks tinged pink, eyes wide with every deliberate movement I make, every time I work my hips just right you can’t hold back your moans. Taking the time I trace the contours of your face with my fingertips, you lean into my hand kissing the palm, cupping your cheek I thrust deep into you and watch your eyes roll back. Arms are twined around my neck, fingers playing with my hair, pulling me closer, our bodies rocking together, rolling sinuously, sheets flung aside, nothing in our way as we move together, these unhurried motions, push you closer and closer to the edge. Tiny gasp start to escape your lips, breathy moans that flutter around my ears, your hands tighten their grasp, and then you’re calling out my name as I continue to slowly thrust into you. Watching you come undone under me calls to my blood, making it sing, I don’t stop till I bring you again and you’re writhing against me, body so sensitive that every movement forces a moan from you. As you calm I slip from you and roll us, till you’re resting on my chest, my heartbeat your lullaby, while my fingers stroke your forehead helping you to drift off. I lay there watching you sleep, happier than I’ve been in days.
Tres magnifique Fantasy
I’m sitting in the front row of the concert hall listening to the orchestra’s music flowing through the building, my mind slowly blocks out every sound except the weeping tones of the violin drifting around me. I watch the lithe violinist intently, her arms move in jerking motions, as if sawing the very instrument that is playing such a haunting melody, watching her focus on every controlled motion, drawing out such beautiful sounds entices me and calls to me as if the sirens are singing from those taut strings. When the last note fades from the theater I am on my feet along with hundreds of others showing my appreciation, our eyes meet for a just a moment before the curtain falls. I’m sitting on the pianos bench on the stage, looking out into the empty seats the bow from the violin resting in my hands. I’m fiddling with it when the sound of your footsteps reach my ears, turning I take in the sight before me; a short black dress, smoky stockings with garters just peeking out, and strappy heels that make your legs go on for days. Leaning over me, your perfume invading my senses, I watch fingers stroking the ivory, coaxing out dulcet tones “I enjoyed your performance today but that doesn’t excuse you from your punishment you earned earlier pet.” Your eyes darken as you glance around the empty hall, licking your lips I can see you’re wondering if it’s going to happen here or when we get home, before you can ask I’ve pulled you down over the bench. Standing I pace behind you, trailing the bow along your spine, up and down, watching your shivers of anticipation for the first strike. “You know you shouldn’t have teased me earlier, especially before your performance, you know watching you play riles me, or was that your intention? Do you want me to punish you?” I hear your intake of breath, right as the bow hits your ass. Even over your dress you hiss at the sting, it’s thinner and harder than the crop, less give in it than my hand, a perfect tool to inflict pain and pleasure in your body. Resting my hand on your ass my fingers trace the imprint left behind, “Hmm I think this will be a fitting punishment, spanking you with the very instrument you used to rile me up.” You don’t say a word, just arch your back and offer yourself to me, lifting your dress I watch your desire dripping down your thighs. The noise of the bow against you ass is the sweetest music I’ve heard all night; I start a steady rhythm, your moans louder at each strike. With every stroke I’m drawing lines of red across your skin, painting the very music into your flesh. Your hands are gripping the bench your moans turning pitching higher and I can tell you’re at your limit, with one last smack that has you crying out and shaking I let up. Standing you up I unzip your dress, helping you out of it, I’m admiring the view again, when you speak “All through the concert I kept thinking about you fucking me, I could barely focus on my music.” My eyes leap to yours, smirking “is that so” I whisper right before I lean in to taste your lips, my hands gripping your abused ass, you gasp into my mouth, allowing me to plunder and explore. Spinning you around I pull you to me with one hand I grasp your wrists and lift them into the air, with the other I reach once more for the bow, I slide it across your chest, imitating you motions from earlier this evening, the string of the bow plucks at your nipples, drawing whimpers from your lips. My mouth at your neck, tasting your racing pulse, I draw the bow along your body, you back into me trying to press further to me and away from the teasingly light touches of the string. Moving it lower, I slowly slide it across your swollen clit, your whole body jerks against me, your moans reaching their crescendo, back and forth I draw it over you, slowly building you up. Right when I feel you tense for your release I stop my motions, and throw the bow onto the bench, “not yet, you can’t cum yet, this is a punishment after all” nipping at your neck I back you into the piano; a cacophony of tones goes off mixing with your whining from being denied your pleasure. Kneeling before you I lick a path from your knee to hip, capturing your taste on my tongue, moaning I press hungry kiss over you clit, sucking it into to mouth my tongue twisting on it, tracing notes onto your core. My teeth holding your clit in my mouth, just a hint of pain to match your pleasure, your hands snag my hair and pull me closer, every movement you make causes more sounds from the piano, we’re making our own music. As my tongue works your clit I dip my fingers into you, pressing deep, and stroking along every inch of you. My tongue is rough harshly stroking your clit that’s trapped by my teeth, fingers thrusting into you, over and over I hit the spots I know make you see stars, pausing every time I feel your body start to fall. Until you beg “Please, gods please let me cum” I play your body, making you writhe against the keys and my tongue, letting you ride me to your pleasure, when you cum I feel your body pulse around me and your cries vibrate through me. You don’t stop moving until I pull my hand back, you shudder when I draw my tongue along you, from top to bottom gathering every drop I may have missed before. Standing I lean against you, “best concert ever” you chuckle into my shoulder “get me home and I’ll give you a private show.”
Fantasy:This needs to happen tomorrow when I go to the club
It’s been a long week for both me and my lover; she’s off at a friend’s place relaxing since she’s done for the week. I still have a shit ton of paper work left to do so I’m at home, fighting off a headache. I get a text from her asking me to come out with her and her friends blow off a little steam let the work sit for one night. I’m still debating whether I can afford to do such when I get the second message which is just a picture, there she is in this short little black dress that hugs her curves like paint, I quickly type out I’m on my way and rush to get dressed. Pulling into the parking lot I can feel the bass pounding from my car, passing through the door after getting my stamp I head upstairs, I know my lover doesn’t care for crowds and likes to watch the other dancers. I spot her before she sees me, she’d watching her friend’s purses and trying to politely shoo the person hitting on her. Walking up behind her I drape my arm around her shoulder and give her a peck, making eye contact with the girl trying to get my lady’s number my glare quells them and they hurry off. Spinning her out of my arms I make her twirl much to her delight, the dress is much better in person, I pull her back to me kissing her softly “I’m glad you made it out tonight I’ve missed you babe” I nod against her neck while I continue laying kisses along it, it’s been far too long since my mouth has been on her. Her friends show up and we’re drug down to the dance floor, but as long as I’m with her I don’t mind. We’re pressed together and her eyes snap back to mine when she feels my strap pressed against her ass. Locking her hands behind my neck she starts to grind on me, my hands on her hips we move together, swaying to the music, rocking our bodies, pressing so tightly against each other. She turns in my arms pressing her check to mine her voice just noticeable above the music “I don’t have any panties on babe.” I ghost my hand over her ass and cup her, pulling her closer to me “such a little tease” I say with a nip to her ear. With a shiver she turns back around working her ass against me, feeling my cock rub against my clit, I’m straining in my jeans want to take her right there on the dance floor. Growling in her ear about needing a drink I leave her with her friends and get a beer, leaning against the wall I drinking to cool myself off I watch her dance. She meets me eyes and I watch her perform for me, body arched, hips moving in winding motions I can’t keep my eyes off her. She makes her way towards me never stopping her hypnotic movements, till she’s right in front of me, stealing my drink from my hands I watch her as she swallows, and I can’t take it anymore, I lean forward nipping at her lip the taste of her making me drunk. Lips moving together, tongues entwined, a hint of teeth flashing and then she’s pulling me by the hand back up the stairs to the less used bathroom, I can tell what she wants. She’s wrapped around me our mouths tight against each other tongues dueling for dominance, kicking the last stall open I spin us so my back hits the wall, she turns and leans forward flipping lock offering me a view of her body bent, barely covered by her dress. The music covers the sound of my zipper and her surprised gasp when I pull her back onto my cock, burying myself in her. One hand on her belly holding her flush to me as she rocks on my cock, the other playing with her breast through the dress; her moans getting steadily louder the faster I thrust and when I angle my hips so that every time I plunge into her I brush against her just right she cries out. The sound of the door opening freezes her, I pinch her nipple at the same time slam my hips into her she shudders, whimpers forced from her, nuzzling against her ear “don’t you dare stop, keep moving girl, but better keep quiet if you don’t want everyone knowing how naughty you are.” The desperate look she throws me over her should just makes me smirk, and I pull her closer, delving deeper into her core. I watch her eyes lose focus and she moves with me, sinking her body onto my strap, the sound of the water running makes her pause for just a moment before my movements draw her back. She throws her arms around my neck echoing our dancing, moving together, the bass still rolling though our bodies, that hard beat is the rhythm of my thrusts. She’s close and I can tell she’s having trouble being quiet, the sounds of people moving around is distracting her and I want her to cum. Moving my hand to cover her mouth and nibbling along her neck “let go baby, cum for me.” I can feel her moaning against my hand, a continuous stream of pleasure noises now that she doesn’t have to worry about holding them in. My grip firm on her mouth I let my fingers slide from her belly into her dripping wetness, one swirl over her swollen clit is all it takes before she’s screaming into my hand. Her ass pressed tight against my hips, fulfilled sighs escaping her as she basks in the pleasure. As I feel her start to unwind, my fingers begin playing over her again causing her to jerk, “you didn’t think I would be satisfied with just one did you darling? Oh no, you’re going to cum for me again and again till I’ve sated my desire for you.” I nip at her leaving tiny marks along her throat, rolling my hips, working my cock deeper into her; she’s bucking back trying to get even further onto me. Winding her up and over again, she’s trembling but I don’t stop moving at each stroke over her clit she jumps. “Mmmm good girl, let’s see how much more we can pull out of you” pulling out I line myself up and slowly sink into her ass, shes so wet my cock slide home with ease. I pinch her clit and her back arches, forcing her to grind onto me, and since its silent in the bathroom I chance letting mouth free. As soon as I do she’s crying out, broken words mixed with moans and whimpers “Please, please ahhh .. I .. oh fuck .. I can’t .. No more .. please sir please.” I don’t stop at all, I just speed up my motions, I want her to cum again and I want it now. She’s writhing against my lap her body so sensitive she’s unable to stay still while my cock pounds into her and my fingers caress her clit. With one hard last firm swipe across her throbbing clit and my cock buried to the hilt she comes undone, her screams ringing around the room, her body clenches, releasing her pleasure into my hand, dripping down my fingers onto the floor. I’m holding her to me her body taut and shivering. Pulling out I love how she falls against me, turning her I lay soft kisses along her face “That’s my girl, my little rainmaker, I’m very pleased with you, you did so good.” She’s just whimpers, too weak to do more than lean against me, I have to straighten us both up. When were both presentable, I tuck her under my arm, leading the way we head out, acting like nothing happened it’s just our little secret.