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December 26, 2005

Cocktail Hour Sluts

They could hear the rush-hour traffic noises outside the hotel room window as the five o’clock sun streamed in the window. The heat in the room was stifling and she threw open a window; not caring who looked up and saw her in her black-lace bra, black fishnets and spike heel pumps, running her manicured hands through her dark hair, which made her look more sexy and wild than ever. She had to deal with the window, since he was naked and tied to the bed, his tall strong body spread out flat on his back, his arms and legs secured to the wooden bedposts with strong white ropes that had been tightly knotted by her expert hands.

She walked back to the rickety bed and lit a cigarette, “Want a light, babe?” taking a long slow drag, and slowly exhaling the smoke across his face.

“Yes, please…” He craned his neck desperately towards her, straining against his bonds, as she teasingly waved the lit Dunhill in front of his parted lips before letting him take a puff, knowing how badly he wanted it and more. He took a grateful drag, slowly exhaling the smoke

He gazed at her full red lips as she took a long swallow of whiskey out of the bottle, and let him taste it out of her mouth, plunging her tongue into his mouth along with a cold shot, forcing it down his aching dry throat. She took the chilled bottle and poured an icy stream down his chest making him twist from the shock, straining his wrists and ankles, as the frigid liquid ran down his chest and stomach down to his swelling cock. She followed it down with her tongue, licking slowly, taking her time, sucking it out of his belly, pouring more over his cock and watching him moan from the burning, try to wriggle away, laughing.

“You want me to stop?” she purred in her low, husky voice, looking up into his pleading eyes.

“No….don’t stop….” Squirming uncomfortably, he couldn’t help but start to feel incredible pleasure and warmth spreading from his wet sticky cock. He felt himself growing from her attention, swelling as she licked the burning sweet whiskey off him.

Leaning over his whiskey soaked-cock, she plunged it down her throat as her fingers gently worked their way underneath him. She feverishly licked his uncut shaft inside her hot mouth while her hands lifted his ass towards her face, pushing his cock deeper in her throat as his breathing got faster, harder. He could barely stand it, but didn’t want her to stop. He felt her sticky hands separating his quivering ass cheeks.

“I know what you want, you dirty slut,” she growled. “You want your ass fucked, don’t you baby…don’t you, my little whore.”

“Yes…yes…fuck my tight slutty ass baby…please…” She looked up at him, directly into his pleading eyes, all the while sucking his cock, and then he felt her damp fingers tracing his sweaty sticky asshole. Suddenly, she plunged one finger inside, his tight ring closing around it, and he moaned and writhed against her helplessly as she began finger-fucking him, pushing deeper on every thrust.

“Ohhh…fuck me harder, baby, please….”Her second finger eased in to join the first, twisting around and touching each raw pulsing nerve, her mouth tight on his swollen cock. She can feel that he is about to burst, but wants this to last.

Taking one last long, slow lick of his cock, she raised her head and looked him in the eye. “My little bitch slut isn’t coming, or going, anywhere yet…” She eases her fingers out of his tight little asshole as he grunts in agony, thinking You fucking bitch, you fucking tease….

Her tight pussy was soaking wet, and she wants her slut to serve her now. “Put your tongue to

good use, you little whore, cum sucking whore, and then I’ll let you cum all over me, I’ll be your cum slut.” Grabbing the bottle of whiskey, she kneeled over her helpless tied-down slut and poured it over herself, down her amazingly full tits and her belly, running down into her dripping cunt. She poured some down her back and lets it run down the crack of her sweet round ass. He watched her breathlessly, waiting to catch a drop streaming off her sexy hot body.

Throwing one strong stockinged leg on either side of his panting face, she straddled him. “Let me make this easier for you, you tied-up little bitch,” ripping a hole in the crotch of her fishnets, exposing her swollen dripping cunt and tight bourbon-soaked asshole to his open mouth. Her pussy juices and whiskey streamed onto his face as he licked her cunt lips and flicked her hard throbbing clit with his skilled tongue. She rocked back and forth, moaning, grabbing his restrained wrists and pulling them up hard. Sliding over his face, he tongued her tight little asshole, making her gasp loudly. He sucked the incredible juices out of her cunt and plunged his tongue deep into her as she moves her fingers downward, rubbing her clit and screaming. All at once she exploded, her hips and legs shaking, wave after wave of cum and whiskey soaking his face and lips and tongue. Now breathless, she felt fucking incredible, and was raging to make him cum on her now.

“Your turn,” she moaned. She slid down his body and kissed him deep, licking her wet pussy juices off his face as her entire body still trembled from coming so hard. Taking a long swallow of whiskey, she grabbed his ass and shoved her tongue up his asshole, shooting the liquid inside, causing him to cry out from the shock. She grabbed a large black dildo and rapidly lubed it up while frenetically licking his cock, now swollen huge and throbbing.

She said breathlessly, “Cum on me….let me be your little cum slut now…Let me fuck your ass and make you cum for me baby….” She inserted two fingers into his very wet asshole, moving them back and forth, and starts slowly jerking his cock right at her face.

“Fuck my ass….fuck my slutty ass baby….fuck my ass now…” She placed the lubed-up dildo in her hand and gradually replaced her moving fingers with the dildo inside his asshole. He moaned loudly and raised his ass high off the bed as he could as he felt the thick cock enter him. Almost immediately, she felt his balls tighten and his cock swell even more in her hot sticky hand.

She moved her hand over his long hard shaft, pointing it towards her face and moaning softly, “Cum on me baby….” As she rhythmically fucked his ass with the dildo and jerked his cock, he suddenly let out a huge cry as loads of cum spray hard out the end of his massive cock, splattering on her face and hair and hand, dripping on her mouth and chin, wave after wave that she licked as it traveled downwards.

“Ohhh yes, cum on me…”

Still holding his twitching cock and leaving the dildo in his ass, she moved up to his face, her face covered in his cum, and the two cum whores licked their cum off each others faces, just to spit it and kiss it back into each other’s slutty mouths.

Author: bourbonslut

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November 18, 2005

The Dominant Wife

Your wife is out on a date with a new lover and you are at home waiting for her to return.

The tension has been building all day and you’re in a right state, nervous, no appetite, not been able to get anything done.

You’ve spent time with her earlier this evening, seen her bath and helped her get ready, chosen some sexy underwear with her, stockings, nice heels and a revealing outfit. Plenty of leg and cleavage on show. Expensive perfume and lots of makeup. You’ve also given her more than enough money to pay for the meal and anything else they plan to do for the evening.

She left at 7pm with a ‘don’t wait up’. Now it’s Midnight and no word. You know she was meeting him at the Italian restaurant in town and she said they may go on to a club. They might have finished the evening early and she could be back at his place now. You pace the room, trying to be calm. Another glass of wine will help and I’ll try and watch some TV…

It’s 3am now. You’re in a terrible state. Should I maybe get ready for bed? She might not be coming home at all - that is a sobering thought. You climb into bed but sleep is just impossible. Your penis is hurting from the near constant erection you’ve had all night. You try and imagine how the evening has gone for her, what they chatted about, did the conversation turn to sex? did they mention you? could she be telling him how inadequate you are? where could she be now? what could she be doing at this precise moment? You’re driving yourself insane…

4am. Lying on your back and staring at the ceiling in the bluish gloom of the night you suddenly hear the key in door downstairs and you nearly have a cardiac arrest. She’s home. You can hear her putting the keys on the hook and coming straight upstairs. Your heart beats faster, you’re deafened by the thumping of it in your ears. The bedroom door handle turns and opens and she’s standing silhouetted in the doorway. Not saying a word she comes over to the bed and starts to climb on top on you. You smell cigarette smoke and alcohol on her and another stronger smell, a masculine smell of sweat. Although it’s dark, as one leg goes over your head you notice a ladder in the stockings. She slowly places her panty-covered pussy on your face and pushes hard. The smell of sex is overpowering. They are very damp and she has obviously been leaking onto them on the way home. She then pulls her panties to one side and seconds later you are consumed in a fusion of cum and pussy juices and you frantically start to feed. The aromas are very strong, there is a salty, bitter flavour as well as a musky and bleach-like smell. You are literally smothered and it doesn’t take long for her to orgasm. You know you have performed your role well for tonight. She even may allow you to watch next time.

She quietly climbs off your face and heads to the bathroom without a single word…

Author: Trash

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November 8, 2005

My Dominant Girlfriend

I’m typing this with a cock cage on and locked, a thick plug in my ass, and my girlfriend’s panties on. She is allowing me to type this as a break from my daily chores. I used to visit this site in my free time when I needed to kickstart a fantasy, but here I am living one, and this is how it all happened.

I usually read those BDSM stories about females dominating their men. It always turns me on to imagine feeling submissive toward a fine woman. My girlfriend ended up finding out what sites I’d been visiting and which stories I read. I’m sure she was mad at first, but she didn’t show it. She decided to surprise me instead.

So I came home one night to find her lying on the couch wearing the tightest thigh high boots I’d ever seen, all black with thick heels. She had on a black latex corset I had never seen before, which her tits were hanging out the top. She had on a gray wool biker hat, with two cute pigtails hanging from the back. Finally, to my complete surprise, was a fat, very realistic strap-on cock protruding from her very wet crotch. My jaw must have dropped.

“Come here” she said to me, in a very demanding tone. “I want you to tell me all about these sites you’ve been looking at,” as she handed me a printed out list of the sites and very recent dates that they had been visited. “Right now,” she nearly shouted, “tell me everything you like about this sick shit.”

I didn’t know what to say, or what to think. On one hand, I was so nervous that she was going to end our relationship that I wanted to deny everything. On the other, she was certainly dressed up for a good time, and I had probably subconsciously wanted her to know everything about my fantasies anyway.

“I’m sorry,” I stuttered, hoping she would be nice about it all.

“I don’t care if you’re sorry or not, I want to know what dirty little desires you’ve been hiding from me, right now!”

“Ok, ok” I explained, “I’ll tell you what I like.” I was still a bit shocked, and had no idea where to start.

“It seems to me like you’re a submissive little bitch, aren’t you?”

I couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. She had never spoken to me like this. “I’d like to,” I told her.

“Oh, you’re gonna be, boy, you’re gonna be my little panty slave. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she taunted. “To be my little panty slave. I read those stories you’re constantly reading. I think you’d like to be treated like a little slut, and humiliated in front of me, wouldn’t you?”

“I would like that,” I informed her.

“I know you would, you little bitch,” she snapped at me, “and you’re going to be following my rules from now on, you got that?”

“That’s fine” I muttered, still unaware of what to think about all of this, but unable to stop looking at that big cock she suddenly had.

“”No, that’s not fine,” she barked at me, “that’s perfect. That’s exactly what you want, and you will refer to me as either madam, mistress, or master at all times, do you understand me?”

“I do, I do, I’m sorry madam,” I said, still amazed at this turn of events.

I must stop writing for a moment as she has instructed me to put in a larger plug. I’m currently being trained to take the fattest cocks deep in my ass.

“Now tell me again, you want to be my little bitch, and you will follow all of my rules,” she ordered.

“I’m sorry madam,” I said with my head down, “I do want to be you bitch, I do want to follow all of your orders. Thank you for your willingness to discipline me.” I had completely given in, and I still hadn’t even had time to think about the effects this would have on my life.

“Much better,” she said calmly. “Now tell me about me about your dirty little fantasies. You’ve been staring at this cock like you want it in you this whole time. Is that right? Do you want this cock, you little slut?”

“I do, madam,” I said, amazed at what was actually happening to me.

“Do you want to suck me off like a slutty little cocksucker, or do you just want e to fuck your brains out until you come all over yourself?”

I couldn’t believe what she was saying to me. “I want to do whatever you tell me to do, madam.”

“Wrong answer, buddy,” she informed me. “I want to hear you say how much you want this big cock, right now.”

“I want to suck on your big cock, madam. I want you to fuck my little ass hard and fast until I come all over myself. I want to be your slutty little slave.”

“That was the right answer, my pet. But you’re going to be punished for taking so long to get it right. Now come over here and strip. I’ve got quite a first night in training planned for you. Bend over the couch with your cute little ass high in the air.”

I was naked very fast, and soon after found myself bent over the couch with my butt exposed to her. She gently rubbed my cheeks, spreading them and grabbing them, teasing around my rosebud, never touching it but coming awfully close. She then stopped, and told me to stay put. She came back only a minute later with a large bandana, rolled up in a flat line. She covered my eyes very securely, and asked me if I could see.

“I can’t, madam,” I replied. I cock was dripping come at this point, I was so turned on. I know that because she scooped up a big drip that was about to fall off, and spooned it into my mouth with her finger.

“Suck it off, like the little cum crazy whore you are” she laughed, knowing she was completely in control.

Then I felt my punishment. She spanked very hard on my left cheek, making my grunt. Then another, and then another, all on the same spot.

“Are you reading for your spanking?” she questioned me.

“Yes madam,” I replied.

“Very good,” she said. “I want you to count out the spanking I give you, so I can hear them clearly. We will give you ten spanks for giving me the wrong answer.”

WHACK

“One,” I said, still hard as a rock and dripping cum.

WHACK

“Two,” I muttered in a mixture of pain and ecstasy.

All the way to ten, she spanked and I counted. At the end, she told me I did very well, and told me to stand up. “In the bathroom is a note and a list of instructions that you to follow and complete within the next three hours. I will be going out on a date with a man I met on the internet through your dirty little websites.

“What?!” I exclaimed, startled by the thought of my love on a date.

“That’s right,” she told me quite confidently. “And that’s going to be just fine with you. And if it isn’t, then I’ll send your boss and coworkers the tape we just made of you telling me how much you want my big, fat cock.” She walked over to the camcorder, which I hadn’t even noticed until right then, put the tape in the VCR, and pressed play.

“I want to suck on your big cock, madam. I want you to fuck my little ass hard and fast until I come all over myself. I want to be your slutty little slave,” I listened to my earlier spoken words as my whole body turned red in embarrassment, I knew she was right. She could do whatever she wanted now, and there was nothing I do about it. She was in complete control.

Author: Jaytunes

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October 16, 2005

First Time

He was nervous, very nervous. He had been speaking online with her for six months and this was to be their first meeting. Over this time, he had laid his sexual soul bare to her. She knew his every desire; indeed his every fear and today she wanted to play with him.

When she arrived at the pub, they kissed. It was a tentative kiss, but after a couple of drinks and general chat, she leant forward, took him by surprise and said, “Shall we go to the hotel?”

He nodded, a surge of adrenalin shot through his stomach and he followed her, wondering if he was doing the right thing. With his job, he booked into hotels all the time, but this time it was different. He was a bag of nerves and was sure that the receptionist could read his mind. Was it his imagination, or did she give him a knowing wink as he took the room key.

In the lift, they just looked at each other; he smiled as though to convince himself that everything was going to be all right. He opened the door to their room and she walked in ahead of him.

“Take your clothes off,” she ordered. He was slightly taken aback by the suddenness of her request, but it was said in such a way that implied no discussion on the matter was going to take place, but he knew it was what he had come for and as she sat in the chair in the corner of the room watching him, he snatched at his buttons. Her voice cut across him and he heard her say, “Slowly! Take your coat off first, fold it neatly and put it on the drawer.” He swallowed, his throat going dry, but he did as he was told.

As each layer was removed, he felt her power. At each instruction, her voice became more and more assertive. Until he stood in front of her in just his boxer shorts, waiting for that inevitable order to remove them, but it did not come. Instead she just looked at him. A look that told him that she was in charge. As he looked back, it was as though a telepathic understanding had passed between them and he lowered his eyes to the floor, in a symbolic show of giving up power to her. Until she said there time together was over, he no longer considered himself her equal; he was hers to do with as she pleased.

“Good slave,” she whispered, “Now take off your Boxers.”

He did as he was told and a feeling of excitement coupled with vulnerability shot through him. She stood and walked around him, as though she was appraising him, as if deciding whether she would humiliate him by making him dress and leave, or whether he would pass her inspection and she would permit him to stay and serve her. Every now and then her hand would reach out and touch him, but far from being a loving tender caress it was testing how muscular his arms were, looking at his teeth as though she was inspecting a horse. Finally, she looked at his excited cock, she took her thumb and pushed down on it testing its rigidity and watched as it flicked back up.

“On the bed, on your hands and knees,” Her voice snarled.

“Yes, Mistress, thank you Mistress,” he said, as though he was grateful she wanted him to stay.

Kneeling there, the first thing she did was to slip the blindfold on to him, plunging his world into darkness and releasing his imagination and senses. She whispered to him, “I am going to get ready.”

He knelt, tempted to peek, but knowing to do so would be punishable. Alone, he heard her, it sounded as if she was dressing, he heard buckles being done up and zips being pulled and his imagination ran riot. He felt cool of the room against his nudity and he shivered, but all the time, maintained his erection.

She moved to the head of the bed and removed his blindfold, “You have thirty seconds to look!”

The light hit his eyes and the pupils initially contracted. She wore a leather Basque, her large breasts spilling over the top of them, yet concealing her nipples. The thigh length boots were black and there was at least a six-inch heel on them. In her hand she slapped the butt end of a bull whip, her natural blonde hair drawn back tightly, her face heavy with make up and as he stared, his cock throbbing she stood to one side to reveal the items on the table beside her. Paddles, vibrators and an assortment of collars, leads and gags.

The last thing that he noticed as the blindfold went on him again as his thirty seconds drew to a close was the strap on dildo wrapped around her waist. His anus puckered involuntarily and then squeezed tight as darkness descended on him once more.

He felt what he thought was a finger, trailing down his back, it must have been a finger, because it felt sharp as though a fingernail was digging into him and then the sensation changing to a smoother feeling as the pad of the finger took over. Sliding between the cheeks of his ass, resting against his anus. He felt the coolness of a liquid, what was it? It had to be KY jelly, and it was applied liberally, fingering his anus and then sliding inside him, finger fucking his ass. He felt another hand grab his cock and masturbate it and then her voice, “Under no circumstances are you allowed to cum until I tell you.”

The torment of her seductive slow strokes up and down his KY covered shaft combined with the invasiveness of her finger in his ass and all the time blindfold, stopping him seeing, his imagination the only release. Her finger caressing his G Spot and whilst the feeling was sublime, He was wishing she would stop, because he didn’t think he would be able to last without cumming and he was so determined to obey her every word. His cock was swelling and she whispered to him, “Don’t you dare cum!”

She continued, taking him to the limit, “Mistress, I am losing control!”

“I know,” was all that she said and she continued to wank him and finger fuck him till he thought he would burst and then she stopped. His breathing was heavy and his ass continued to buck, but she had sensed his moment of no return and stopped a second before. He eased himself down from the state of orgasm and then he felt it against his ass. It was the strap on. Slowly he felt himself being invaded by 8 inches of plastic and she slowly started to fuck him in the ass. Slow long strokes, holding him steady and fucking him harder and harder, her hand moving around again and masturbating his cock, bringing him back to an orgasmic state and each time he was about to cum, she stopped masturbating him and instead just fucked him in the ass with her dildo. He felt the softness of her thighs against the back of his and he felt her grind her hips into him as though she was a man. Again and again, she masturbated him, until he thought he could take no more and she stopped, withdrawing the dildo from his ass and stood by the bed.

“On your back.” She said, and he turned over, his face red with the exertion and the stimulation, his orgasm subsiding. He felt her tie his arms with sheer stockings above his head and then his feet, tied to the posts at the bottom of the bed. His cock quivering, anticipating, what she next had in store for him and then he felt the pain. His nipples were tweaked really hard.

“Give me your tongue,” she said and as his tongue slipped out, she French kissed him, sucking hard on his tongue and then biting it hard. Feeling him wince, her hand slapped his thigh and she looked down at him, ”Nice red colour, good Slave.”

A little bit of him was scared at the change in her mood, loving and sexual to aggressive and violent, but his erection did not wane, if anything he was probably harder than he had ever been in his life. He was throbbing so much, it was hurting, but it was a nice kind of hurt.

She rubbed what seemed like a balm where she had hit him and also on his nipples and he felt the stinging ease. She whispered to him, “Open your mouth.” He felt her drop something in his mouth and he tasted it, it was chocolate.

“Good boy,” she said as she slowly massaged his front. Gently loving caresses. Tickling his sides, every now and then brushing her velvet gloved hand over his cock, giving it a wank of about four or five strokes before stopping. Stroking the inside of his thigh.

He felt her mouth cover him and slide down his shaft. Her tongue twirling around his cock and then moving up again, before sliding down his shaft again. Sucking hard on him driving him into a frenzy. Once more she stopped as he reached that critical point and she tasted his precum, which was oozing from him.

She untied him and removed his blindfold. “Across my knee,” she commanded. He did as he was told and as he did so, he felt his cock gripped between her leather-clad thighs. Each thrash of the paddle on his ass, making his cock fuck those boots.

His ass was red and sore and she told him to once more lie on his back. This time she straddled him and took his cock into her pussy and rode him. She started slow and rode him harder and harder. Just as he was getting into a rhythm she stopped and withdrew, keeping his cock in contact just. Again she moved down on him and repeated this till his orgasm was upon him. Then one last time, she stood from him and walked to the bottom of the bed.

The atmosphere was electric and she whispered to him, ”You can cum now!”

They both looked down at his cock and it was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to him. He erupted by permission. His seed squirting high into the air in an arc, then landing on his stomach, his chest and his face. He lay back drained, but with a smile on his face.

Submitted by: VPDrifter

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