Various Smut Stories...

[Tawse]

The following are various stories I've written throughout my journey down a very winding road... It is not PC. It is not Vanilla. In some cases, it is not safe and sometimes not even practically doable... You may or may not think it's well written, but I hope you do find it hot.


Did I mention it's not PC or Vanilla? Seriously - it's not. Turn away now all who would be scarred by BDSM.. Heavy BDSM. Butch on Butch... Butch on Femme... Femme on Butch...



Ok - don't say I didn't warn you...


First offering:

Respect

I was tired of watching the channels flick by. I had been unsuccessfully surfing for something to watch, for probably half an hour. I looked around the apartment, and a general sense of nauseous came over me. I needed to get out of there, cabin fever was hitting hard.

It was almost midnight, which meant the bar should be packed. I made up my mind to head to the bar and shoot some pool. I changed into appropriate dyke wear, jeans and a T-shirt, and headed on my way.

When I pulled into the parking lot of the bar, I noticed a police cruiser. I didn’t pay it much attention because it was typical for lesbian bars to have security on a Friday night, to protect the clients from both themselves and potential bashers. I gave my keys to the valet and went inside.

I was right; the place was packed with women, and the occasional male. The music was blasting; the bass hitting your chest as if it was demanding you come and dance. Couples melded into one on the dance floor; their individual sweat mixing together making the skin on their bodies glisten in the light. It was intoxicating to say the least.

I got a drink from the bar and watched the hypnotic movements of the dancers for awhile before finally heading into the back. You can tell instantly when you are in the pool section of a club. Smoke hangs in the air so thick you would swear the bar had a fog machine, the music is typically more rock orientated, and the women look like they could make a bear plea for mercy. I fit right in.

I noticed the cop was back here, which was typical. The pool women tended to get drunk and fight. I looked at the cop, and she looked back at me, letting me know she was not going to be intimidated. I shook my head and went to the back bar and got another drink. All the tables were being used, and I wasn’t in the mood to fight for one, so I just sat at the bar, drank, and watched the games being played. It wasn’t long before the alcohol had gone through me and nature was calling.

I went to the bathroom in the back of the club. For the most part only the regular pool shooters even knew the bathroom existed, if you want to call it a bathroom. It looked like a closet someone had installed a toilet and small sink into. The door didn’t even lock, but there wasn’t much traffic in the nook it was nestled in, so privacy wasn’t really an issue.

I was zipping up, when the door pushed in slightly. “Someone’s in here” I said. Then the door pushed open all the way, before I knew it, my face was being pressed into the wall by a very strong forearm.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, trying not to let the fear sound in my voice.

“Don’t make another noise” The woman said. I could smell spearmint on her breath. “I saw you staring at me out there. You got something against cops?”

“No ma’am” I stammered, but I felt familiar warmth growing in my loin area. God, what a time to get turned on.

She pressed me harder into the wall and positioned a leg between my legs pushing her thigh into my crotch. “Didn’t I tell you not to make another noise? I think you don’t have any respect for cops” She hissed, putting emphases on the last sentence by grinding her knee into my now moist crotch. She shifted her position momentarily, and then I heard a familiar clicking noise. I found that I no longer had any spit in my mouth, my heart was racing, and my damn crotch was soaked.

“I’m going to let you go now, when I do, you will put your hands behind your back. You will not face me, and you will not say a word. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?” She whispered into my ear.

I nodded in agreement. She let me go and blood rushed back into the right side of my face, I saw spots, but I did just as she demanded. I felt the cold steel of the handcuffs wrap around both of my wrists, and lock into place.

Then her hands were reaching around me, undoing my jeans, and pushing them down to my ankles. It was at this time I really regretted having not worn underwear.

“You’re nothing but a slut are you? I bet all you dykes are like this.” She growled upon seeing my nudity.

A leather clad hand reached under my shirt, and twisted my nipples. A whimper escaped my mouth. Then the hand was gone. I heard some rustling behind me. I wished I could see what she was doing, but I wasn’t about to move, I was in no position to challenge her. She pulled my shirt up from behind me, and I felt the sharp edge of a blade as she cut my bra in several places, and then pulled the pieces off my body.

“How big and butch are you now. You aren’t anything but a common bitch. I oughta fuck you right here, make you my bitch. You would like that wouldn’t you?” She asked and ran a gloved hand over my now saturated pussy. She then brought that glove up to my mouth and forced a finger inside of my mouth.

“Suck on it, those are your juices, taste how much you want me to fuck you.” She hissed and as if to motivate me, she leveled the blade against a nipple. I sucked on my own juices, tasted the way my juice mixed with the taste of the leather on her hand. It did nothing but make my knees weak with the need to have her fuck me.

She pulled her finger out of my mouth, and pushed me, so I was bending over the toilet, I stared at the water rippling inside of it. I heard her as she undid her belt and pants, wondering what in the hell she was going to do now.

She pushed three fingers inside of me, and I almost fell down with the sensation. She pushed them in as far as they would go, and then pulled them out, only to do it again. Then she wrapped her other arm around me, and much to my horror, she had the knife in that hand. She pressed it against my nipples, making them grow tight with the coldness of the blade. She then withdrew her fingers.

I felt something press against my pussy, something a lot bigger then her hands. I held down the urge to scream as she forced it inside me, that damn cop was packing more then heat on that night. Once the head of it was in, she was ruthless. Slamming it deep inside of me. My knees went weak, and the only thing holding me up was the toilet. Pain exploded from my nipple, the knife had cut it when I slipped.

I pulled myself up enough to be off of the blade. She pulled out and slammed into me again, the fullness I was experiencing was intense. She didn’t have any care for me, she just kept thrusting into me, seeming to go in deeper and deeper with each thrust. I felt the familiar beginnings of an orgasm building within. I didn’t want her to make me cum. I didn’t want to give her that power. I was fighting it down. Trying not to give in to the sensation.

She must have sensed me fighting the urge, she dropped her hand with the knife down to my pussy. She positioned the blade against my clit, and pressed on it slightly while thrusting into me even deeper.

My world went black. I could no longer see the bathroom we were in. I couldn’t hear the music coming from the poolroom. I could just feel her deep inside of me, and the blade pushing against my clit. My body exploded. My mind shut down. My juices flowed freely down my legs as all the muscles in my body contracted at once. And then I passed out.

When I awoke, the cop wasn’t there anymore. My pants were on and my shirt pulled down. My pussy was sore, and my breast very tender. I gathered up my strength, and left the bar, just wanting to be at home, in my bed. Not wanting anyone to know what had just happened.

I was asleep when my lover got home that evening. She climbed into bed, and snuggled up behind me.
“How was work?” I asked.
“It was good.” she answered. “I got to put some bad guys in jail.” This was her standard answer.
I rolled over and gave her a kiss goodnight. I could still smell spearmint on her breath.

[kissinfemme]

Originally Posted by Tawse

The following are various stories I've written throughout my journey down a very winding road... It is not PC. It is not Vanilla. In some cases, it is not safe and sometimes not even practically doable... You may or may not think it's well written, but I hope you do find it hot.


Did I mention it's not PC or Vanilla? Seriously - it's not. Turn away now all who would be scarred by BDSM.. Heavy BDSM. Butch on Butch... Butch on Femme... Femme on Butch...



Ok - don't say I didn't warn you...


First offering:

Respect

I was tired of watching the channels flick by. I had been unsuccessfully surfing for something to watch, for probably half an hour. I looked around the apartment, and a general sense of nauseous came over me. I needed to get out of there, cabin fever was hitting hard.

It was almost midnight, which meant the bar should be packed. I made up my mind to head to the bar and shoot some pool. I changed into appropriate dyke wear, jeans and a T-shirt, and headed on my way.

When I pulled into the parking lot of the bar, I noticed a police cruiser. I didn’t pay it much attention because it was typical for lesbian bars to have security on a Friday night, to protect the clients from both themselves and potential bashers. I gave my keys to the valet and went inside.

I was right; the place was packed with women, and the occasional male. The music was blasting; the bass hitting your chest as if it was demanding you come and dance. Couples melded into one on the dance floor; their individual sweat mixing together making the skin on their bodies glisten in the light. It was intoxicating to say the least.

I got a drink from the bar and watched the hypnotic movements of the dancers for awhile before finally heading into the back. You can tell instantly when you are in the pool section of a club. Smoke hangs in the air so thick you would swear the bar had a fog machine, the music is typically more rock orientated, and the women look like they could make a bear plea for mercy. I fit right in.

I noticed the cop was back here, which was typical. The pool women tended to get drunk and fight. I looked at the cop, and she looked back at me, letting me know she was not going to be intimidated. I shook my head and went to the back bar and got another drink. All the tables were being used, and I wasn’t in the mood to fight for one, so I just sat at the bar, drank, and watched the games being played. It wasn’t long before the alcohol had gone through me and nature was calling.

I went to the bathroom in the back of the club. For the most part only the regular pool shooters even knew the bathroom existed, if you want to call it a bathroom. It looked like a closet someone had installed a toilet and small sink into. The door didn’t even lock, but there wasn’t much traffic in the nook it was nestled in, so privacy wasn’t really an issue.

I was zipping up, when the door pushed in slightly. “Someone’s in here” I said. Then the door pushed open all the way, before I knew it, my face was being pressed into the wall by a very strong forearm.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, trying not to let the fear sound in my voice.

“Don’t make another noise” The woman said. I could smell spearmint on her breath. “I saw you staring at me out there. You got something against cops?”

“No ma’am” I stammered, but I felt familiar warmth growing in my loin area. God, what a time to get turned on.

She pressed me harder into the wall and positioned a leg between my legs pushing her thigh into my crotch. “Didn’t I tell you not to make another noise? I think you don’t have any respect for cops” She hissed, putting emphases on the last sentence by grinding her knee into my now moist crotch. She shifted her position momentarily, and then I heard a familiar clicking noise. I found that I no longer had any spit in my mouth, my heart was racing, and my damn crotch was soaked.

“I’m going to let you go now, when I do, you will put your hands behind your back. You will not face me, and you will not say a word. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?” She whispered into my ear.

I nodded in agreement. She let me go and blood rushed back into the right side of my face, I saw spots, but I did just as she demanded. I felt the cold steel of the handcuffs wrap around both of my wrists, and lock into place.

Then her hands were reaching around me, undoing my jeans, and pushing them down to my ankles. It was at this time I really regretted having not worn underwear.

“You’re nothing but a slut are you? I bet all you dykes are like this.” She growled upon seeing my nudity.

A leather clad hand reached under my shirt, and twisted my nipples. A whimper escaped my mouth. Then the hand was gone. I heard some rustling behind me. I wished I could see what she was doing, but I wasn’t about to move, I was in no position to challenge her. She pulled my shirt up from behind me, and I felt the sharp edge of a blade as she cut my bra in several places, and then pulled the pieces off my body.

“How big and butch are you now. You aren’t anything but a common bitch. I oughta fuck you right here, make you my bitch. You would like that wouldn’t you?” She asked and ran a gloved hand over my now saturated pussy. She then brought that glove up to my mouth and forced a finger inside of my mouth.

“Suck on it, those are your juices, taste how much you want me to fuck you.” She hissed and as if to motivate me, she leveled the blade against a nipple. I sucked on my own juices, tasted the way my juice mixed with the taste of the leather on her hand. It did nothing but make my knees weak with the need to have her fuck me.

She pulled her finger out of my mouth, and pushed me, so I was bending over the toilet, I stared at the water rippling inside of it. I heard her as she undid her belt and pants, wondering what in the hell she was going to do now.

She pushed three fingers inside of me, and I almost fell down with the sensation. She pushed them in as far as they would go, and then pulled them out, only to do it again. Then she wrapped her other arm around me, and much to my horror, she had the knife in that hand. She pressed it against my nipples, making them grow tight with the coldness of the blade. She then withdrew her fingers.

I felt something press against my pussy, something a lot bigger then her hands. I held down the urge to scream as she forced it inside me, that damn cop was packing more then heat on that night. Once the head of it was in, she was ruthless. Slamming it deep inside of me. My knees went weak, and the only thing holding me up was the toilet. Pain exploded from my nipple, the knife had cut it when I slipped.

I pulled myself up enough to be off of the blade. She pulled out and slammed into me again, the fullness I was experiencing was intense. She didn’t have any care for me, she just kept thrusting into me, seeming to go in deeper and deeper with each thrust. I felt the familiar beginnings of an orgasm building within. I didn’t want her to make me cum. I didn’t want to give her that power. I was fighting it down. Trying not to give in to the sensation.

She must have sensed me fighting the urge, she dropped her hand with the knife down to my pussy. She positioned the blade against my clit, and pressed on it slightly while thrusting into me even deeper.

My world went black. I could no longer see the bathroom we were in. I couldn’t hear the music coming from the poolroom. I could just feel her deep inside of me, and the blade pushing against my clit. My body exploded. My mind shut down. My juices flowed freely down my legs as all the muscles in my body contracted at once. And then I passed out.

When I awoke, the cop wasn’t there anymore. My pants were on and my shirt pulled down. My pussy was sore, and my breast very tender. I gathered up my strength, and left the bar, just wanting to be at home, in my bed. Not wanting anyone to know what had just happened.

I was asleep when my lover got home that evening. She climbed into bed, and snuggled up behind me.
“How was work?” I asked.
“It was good.” she answered. “I got to put some bad guys in jail.” This was her standard answer.
I rolled over and gave her a kiss goodnight. I could still smell spearmint on her breath.

Damn! Very nice!

[Stephanie]

Wow. Wow. Yes, thanks for the "useful post". Gonna have to go take care of something! Did I mention I've dated my share of cops? Wow.

[Starbuck]

[QUOTE=Tawse;418969
I rolled over and gave her a kiss goodnight. I could still smell spearmint on her breath.[/QUOTE]

OMG! That was an outstanding story and an even better ending!

[Tawse]

Bois on the Side

Ok, you want me to tell you a story; I'll tell you a story. But before I start you have to understand that even though what I'm about to tell you is true, it's not the type of person I usually am. I mean I'm a quiet domestic type person, if you know what I mean. I have a woman and she keeps me happy. I can't even recall a single time where I seriously considered leaving her. Hell even when what I'm about to tell you occurred, I wasn't thinking of leaving her. I wasn't thinking at all to be honest; I was just letting it happen, enjoying the feel.

It happened at work one night quite a bit ago. I was a mechanic for the local transit company and weekends could be rather boring since we only had a skeleton crew. The massive yard where we parked the buses could become eerily calm at times, especially when you worked the late shift as I did. It wasn't unusual to go out on the yard and be able to hear the crickets and frogs. No engines running, no smoke stinging your eyes, and no PA system barking orders. If you closed your eyes, you would almost believe you were in the country; of course that's after years of getting used to the smell of diesel that permeated everything.

This one Saturday night, hell may as well say Sunday morning, at about two a.m., I was out on the yard enjoying the quiet and trying to find a bus to take a snooze on during the lunch hour. I picked a bus on the row furthest from the shop, climbed aboard, walked to the last row of seats, took off my boots, unzipped the standard issue navy blue baggy cover-all's down to my waist, shrugged the heavy fabric off my shoulders exposing my black International Ms Leather shirt. My hand momentarily brushed by my dick. I wore it on occasions when I was feeling a bit, well excuse the term but, cocky. I could easily pack when wearing the cover-all's so discovery wasn't going to happen and I'll admit that wearing a cock while at work and feeling it press against me, turned me on like almost nothing else. I rubbed my dick a few more times thru the heavy fabric of the cover-all's and then laid back to get some sleep.

No sooner had I closed my eyes when I heard the front door being pulled open, followed by rocking as whomever it was climbed up onto the bus. I looked up and noticed it was Ronnie. He had the unfortunate privilege to work the late shift with shitty off days as well.

“What's up man?” I said.

“Not much.” He said and sat on the row of seats along the side-wall of the bus just prior to the back row. He took off his boots, rolled down his cover-alls and laid down as well. I closed my eyes and dozed off to sleep.

I woke up because someone or thing was rubbing my dick. I opened my eyes and saw Ronnie kneeling beside me. His hand was what was rubbing me.

“What…” I began, but he shook his head and leaned over and kissed me. It was the kind of kiss that wakes you up entirely. It was full of a desperate need. I opened myself up to his tongue, let it explore my mouth. Let it show me how much he needed this, and how much I wanted this. His hand pressed more firmly on my cock and my body responded almost immediately.

His hand moved higher and pulled the zipper of my cover-alls all the way down, then snaked between the course fabric of the cover-alls and the thin fabric of my briefs and pulled out my cock. It wasn't the one I typically packed. For some reason I wore a larger one that night. It was black and stood nine inches tall and almost two inches in diameter. It was intimidating. It was hot. He wrapped his hand around it and started to slowly yet forcefully move his hand along its shaft. My heart beat increased and a rush of heat swept over my body.

There is an energy that's released with butch on butch. It's not better or worse than butch/femme, it's just different. I didn't realize until just then how much I missed that energy. Missed the way it sizzled, cracked, and popped.

He bent over and took the head of my dick in his mouth. Easily sliding it into his mouth until barely any of the shaft was visible. I let out a moan. I never knew Ronnie was into butch/butch, or that Ronnie could handle a cock like he could. I moved my hips up pushing the cock against his face and watched his expression. His eyes closed and he pushed against me. We worked into a rhythm of me pushing up and him pushing down. I got lost in watching him take my cock into his mouth, then it sliding out moments later, wet with his spit. Watching the way he worked it, as if he was born to be a cocksucker. I wasn't sure if I could hold off too much longer, my breathing and moaning were making that very apparent. He stopped and stood up, wiped the spit and drool from his chin and gave me another kiss while his hands were loosening his own cover-alls until they fell down around his ankles.

Smiling, he pulled back and tossed a condom package on my stomach and then pulled his briefs down until they rested on top of his cover-alls. I sat up, placed my feet on the floor, set the condom to the side, and looked him. He was packing as well. His dick was dark red and just a little shorter and thinner than mine. He knelt down and turned so he was facing away from me. I knelt down behind him, not needing any further provocation. I opened the condom and slid it over my cock. Then I ran my hand up his inner thigh and inside his wet lips, before pressing two fingers into his wet cunt. He exhaled loudly and pressed back into my hand. I slowly worked my fingers in and out of him in a deliberately teasing fashion. Not letting the pace get quick enough to build the rush, yet not letting the frenzy subside. When my hand was completely wet I pulled my fingers out of him and used his juices to lubricate my cock.

I leaned in closer to him and pushed the head of my cock against his cunt. He pushed himself onto me until our legs were pressed tight together. He pushed up off of his hands until we were back to front with my cock connecting us. I reached around him and grasped his dick. I pushed down firmly on it and pulled back up. He took my signal and lifted up on my cock at the same time. Despite wanting to keep control; to take it slow and torture Ronnie, our rhythm was increasing again. Something about primal urges throws caution and taking your time out the window. I wasn't sure what was getting me closer to orgasm; fucking his cunt or jacking off his cock.

Once again however, Ronnie stopped the action just shy of me having a mind shattering orgasm. He stopped with me buried deep inside him, leaned his head back, took my lip into his mouth and bit it before he whispered “fuck my ass” and then pulled me out of him leaning once again on all fours. I used my hand to work some of his juices around his ass and made sure my cock was still well lubed and then I pressed the head against his tight hole. He took a few deep breaths and relaxed his body. I could feel the difference as his ass began to allow me in. I wondered momentarily how often Ronnie got fucked in the ass, or gave blow jobs. That thought however, was interrupted by the light of a flashlight playing against the side of the bus next to the one we were on. Someone was roaming the aisles.

“Shhhhhhh” I whispered to Ronnie, but didn't make any movements to disengage our partially connected bodies. I noticed Ronnie's heartbeat increase and felt him start to press against my cock. The light from the flashlight was getting more focused. Who ever it was, was getting closer. I looked down at Ronnie and decided if he wanted to play it out like that, I could deal with it, I just hoped he could as well. As a couple of voices got within hearing distance, and the light from the flashlight indicated they were most likely only feet from our bus, I slammed my cock deep inside Ronnie's ass. His body collapsed yet he didn't utter a word. Shortly after, he regained his composure and started pushing against me. I watched as the top of two heads became visible. I pushed quick sharp thrusts into Ronnie. He was on one hand now; the other hand wrapped around his own dick, stroking savagely.

I held my breath and prayed to a multitude of gods as the heads walked past the front door of our bus and kept going. I grabbed Ronnie's hips and started pulling and pushing him off my dick with a primal urgency and need. He was not going to stop me from cumming this time.

“Jack yourself off, cocksucker” I seethed between clinched teeth as I rammed his ass over and over. I had a mental image of my cock being real; of me about to fill this cocksucker's ass full of my seed; to have my possession of him be complete. With that thought my orgasm finally boiled and exploded but I continued to pound into him, his face screwed up into a face that could represent terrible pain, but I recognized it as the face of an impending orgasm. I pulled my dick out almost all the way and slammed it back in time after time, pulling it out to the crown then driving it as deep as I could until he let out a long guttural growl and let go of his own dick, his breathing was erratic and shallow, his abdomen spasmed involuntarily.

I leaned over him resting against his body with my dick still buried inside his ass while we both enjoyed the orgasms and allowed our bodies to return to normal. When at last I felt like my knees would be able to support my weight I sat up and pulled out of him, his body shook in response.

“What the fuck was that?” I asked as I pulled the condom off my dick.

“That was fuckin unbelievable.” Ronnie replied while pulling up his briefs and cover-alls. “I wanted to fuck you since I met you, and you wanted to fuck me. Now that's over with, we can move past it.” He continued, as he pulled his boots loosely over his feet. “Five more till lunch is over. See ya in the shop.” He finished then stood up and made his way off the bus.

So as I was saying, I'm not usually that type of person. Usually I guess is the key word. I still hook up with Ronnie every now and then and we still fuck like animals. Guess there are some things you can never fully move past.

[Tawse]

Vanni’s Surprise

It was a Friday morning and my mind wasn’t on work. Vanni said she had quite the evening planned which was unusual since I was typically the one to plan the evenings. To say I was intrigued was a bit of an understatement. The day went by unusually slow as I tried to no avail to convince her to tell me her plans over the phone. She would let loose a tease here and there, but nothing substantial enough to give me any real foresight as to what was to happen later that evening.

I tried to keep myself busy, but even though the numbers on the computer screen were being crunched by fingers that seemed to belong to someone else, my thoughts were on Vanni and what exactly it was that she had planned. Of course she knew my thoughts wouldn’t be on work. She knew I’d spend my day wondering what was going to happen, occasionally brushing my hand against my dick in anticipation of what would be occurring later that evening.
She had yet to let me down when she planned these surprise scenes. It was actually quite a relief to be able to drop the responsibility; to be a participant instead of the director and the scenes her mind came up with were surprisingly devilish; she had an evil perverted mind that I cherished more than all the money in Fort Knox.

As I was on the way home the cell phone rang. I flipped it open and looked at the caller id display. It was Vanni. I smiled knowing that further instructions were about to be delivered. I clicked the talk button and positioned the phone against my ear.

“Yeah Babe?” I answered

“You’ve left work?” She questioned.

“Yep I have, should be home in about forty minutes.” I responded.

“No you shouldn’t.” She started. “First I want you to drive to Tonya’s house. She has something planned for you there. When you’re finished, she’ll call to tell me you’re on the way home.” She finished and hung up the phone.

This was a twist. Never before had she directly involved another person. Sure we had teased each other about involving other people. Hell we had even been known to kiss other people in front of each other. But to drive over to Tonya’s house, alone?

I was still trying to figure out what was going on when the phone rang again. It was her again.
“Yes?” I answered.

“Since you obviously haven’t come back down to reality and discovered the problem with what I just told you, I’ll just go ahead and tell you that everything you need is in the trunk of your car.” She said sounding amused with herself, and hung up once again before I could respond.

The drive to Tonya’s was shorter than the drive home would have been since Tonya lived half way between where I worked and where Vanni and I lived. I was amazed to find myself in her driveway less than twenty minutes later with the car running, its soft hum and vibration lending to the hypnotic state I felt I was in. I had no recollection of getting off the highway or winding my way through her subdivision. It was just a blink of the eye and there I was.

I felt a rush of adrenalin as the reality of the situation started to settle in. I lowered my hand until it rested on my cock, stroking it lightly thru my khaki pants. I stayed in the car for about five minutes jacking myself off and working myself into quite a state before I remembered there was a reality to the fantasy waiting inside the house before which I was parked. I took a deep breath, shut off the car and got out, stopped at the trunk and retrieved the small duffle bag that I knew from experience held sex toys and a dick more suitable for fucking and headed towards the front door; towards Tonya.

Just as I was about to ring the doorbell, the door swung open and there stood Tonya talking on the phone.
“Yes, he’s finally stopped jacking off and has made it to the door. I think his pants are soaked already. Boys.” She sighed, rolled her eyes, handed the phone to me, turned and walked back into her house, which was dark despite the bright sun of the day. I watched as she walked away. She was wearing a long silk robe which was synched tight against her body; it seemed to be laughing at me, mocking, asking if I was ready for what was about to happen.
Oh yeah, I thought, I can handle this… just you wait and see.

There was a voice in my ear.

“Whenever you stop lusting it’s me you need to be paying attention to if you wanna get laid anytime in the next ten years.” It was Vanni, she didn’t sound upset, rather still quite amused.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” I choked.

“You are to do what Tonya says. I will know if you don’t, and no more touching yourself. You are ours tonight. You’re a toy; nothing else. Your body is not your own to touch. If you are caught touching yourself at any time tonight, by either of us, you will never have this opportunity again. If on the other hand, you behave yourself like a good boy, well who knows what the cards will deal for you in the future. Do we understand each other?”

“Yeah, No touching, obey… and no touching. I’m with ya.” I responded, wishing I didn’t sound as shell shocked or breathless as I did.

“Very good, I’m pleased. I’ll talk to you later love.” She finished and hung up.

I hung up the phone, placed it on a nearby table and followed Tonya’s earlier footsteps towards where I knew her bedroom was located. When I entered the bedroom Tonya was waiting, as I expected she would be; only she wasn’t waiting exactly how I thought she would be waiting.

She sat in a large red reading chair that was positioned opposite the door, so her naked form was the first thing my eyes fell upon. There was a window behind the chair and its curtains were the only curtains open in the room which caused her to seem illuminated, more intense and focused than anything else in the room. The sun fell on her long blonde hair and shoulders giving her almost a heavenly aura, which I figured was very appropriate since she had an incredibly heavenly body. Even though I knew Tonya was in her forties, she had a body that would make twenty year old women envious; everything was toned and tight. Her skin was tanned but didn’t give the appearance of her being a sun worshipper. Her breasts, which quite easily could have been her best assets, were perfect. They weren’t too perky yet they didn’t dare suggest her true age. The entire package was very captivating and even better than I had imagined.

I wanted to walk over to her, pick her up and take her to the bed and give her the time of her life, but that wasn’t in the cards for me tonight. Tonight I did as she willed; I was after all the toy.

I stood in the doorway and looked at her awaiting her wish.

“Don’t you have to change?” She asked.

“Yes Ma’am I will have to change at some point. Do you wish for me to change now?” I replied.

“Yes. You can use my bathroom, and when you come out, you are to only be wearing the clothes in the duffle. Thank you.” She finished with a dismissive wave. Her other hand drifted down until it rested on her shaven pussy, her legs spread wider to open herself up to her own hand and a finger expertly found her clitoris and began slow rhythmic circles.

“I better not get myself off before you’re done in the bathroom.” She stated while looking at me.

My eyes stayed on the image of her finger circling rhythmically until I reached the bathroom and had no choice but to turn away in order to open it. I entered the bathroom and gently shut the door behind me.

I dropped the duffle on the counter and opened it up to see exactly what was inside. It didn’t seem to be as heavy as it had been in the past, so I was curious as to the contents. Inside was my harness and one of my larger dicks. I was impressed. You could tell a lot about what type of sex a femme liked based upon what kind of dick she preferred. The one in the bag was only 7 inches, but it was 2 inches in diameter; a thick meaty dick that could scratch every itch that required attention. The only other items in the duffle were a pair of black boxer briefs and a black wife beater shirt.

I changed clothing and gear, took an additional few seconds to wash my hands and face and then reentered the bedroom where Tonya awaited.

She was still sitting in the chair though her finger was no longer circling her clit; she looked at me a note of approval upon her face.

“You look as good as Vanni said you would. And the plans I have for that dick… you better be as good at working it as Vanni says. If you’re not, I will have to tell her I was disappointed, and I doubt that will go over well with her. I know how she doesn’t like to be made to look like a liar. Of course, I’m sure you’ve had dealings with that. She’s such a perfectionist isn’t she?” She asked while standing up from the chair; the setting sun enveloping her body in warm shades of red, orange and violet.

“She is quite perfect.” I agreed. “And I would never want to let her down or appear as though she didn’t tell the truth about my abilities.”

“Good, then I know I won’t be disappointed and besides you’ve wanted to bury that cock deep inside me since the first time you saw me didn’t you? Oh it’s ok, no need to blush, Vanni and I have laughed about it on several occasions, we’ve been planning a way we could take advantage of the situation and well, here we are, and I’m about to take advantage of the situation.” She stated matter-of-factly as she crossed the short distance to me and firmly grabbed the shaft of my cock through the boxers.

She leaned against my body, pressing her breasts against my chest, alternately sliding her legs up against my legs, kissing my neck and occasionally biting its tender flesh. I took a deep breath and smelled her essence. She smelled sensual, sinful and irresistible. She smelled as I imagined Delilah smelled to Samson on the night he lost his will to the infamous temptress. I took a deeper breath and let her scent intoxicate me, let myself fall under her spell, opening myself to her, her will my own, her desires to be fulfilled even if upon my last breath.

“I guess now would be the best time to tell you that you’re not allowed to cum while you’re with me. No matter what I have you do, no matter what I do to you, you’re simply not allowed.” She said with a hint of sadistical joy in her voice.

“Yes Ma’am.” I replied standing still, concentrating on the various sensations her body was causing as it continued to press and rub against mine, the hand on my cock now stroking deliberately hard, sending waves of electricity thru my body. The familiar waves that until given my order to not cum, would have with time resulted in a very satisfying orgasm. Now the waves had become my enemy; they had to be kept under control. I couldn’t lose myself in this woman. I had to stay above the water, which was going to prove quite a challenge as her scent tried to pull me under with every breath I took.

With her hand still firmly wrapped around my cock she led me to her bed where she positioned me so I was lying down facing the ceiling. She followed me onto the bed, her body moving with a fluidity and deliberateness that called to mind a lioness stalking prey that would feed her and satisfy the hunger of a week without food. She was on her hands and knees above me, straddling my body, her hair cascading over her shoulders and I noticed for the first time that there was a light on in the room, though very dim. The room was a soft yellow hue that matched the moment almost entirely. She reached into my boxers and pulled out the dick which was as always hard and ready to please the women.

[Tawse]

She stared into my eyes momentarily and I was pretty sure that I saw a desire within her eyes, a frustrated desire, but before I could seize upon it, it was gone and primal lust was back in its place. She bent over and kissed me hard, forcing my mouth open to her tongue and taking my breath away. Then she pulled back and looked once more into my eyes.

“Oh, one more thing, you can’t close your eyes for any of this. I want you watching. I want you to watch while I fuck this cock of yours. I want you to watch when it slides out wet with my need.” She purred. Or was it a growl?

I watched her as she raised herself up and positioned my cock so the head was pressing into her. Then she released her hand and sank down upon the length of my rod. She let out a moan as it filled her and my body spasmed at the combination of watching me sink into her, and hearing the effects of my possession of her. She looked down at me as her hips started to gyrate on my cock. She smiled and rose up so I could see how wet it was and then watch again as it disappeared inside of her.

“You better not ruin tonight, I have plans for the future. I want to ride this cock more than once. I want to feel you cum, I want you to scream into my hair as your body releases its orgasm.” She breathed heavily as she raised and lowered herself time and again upon my rod, it looked liquid it was so slick with her wetness. I continued to watch; my breathing getting shallower, the waves of electricity building and I was starting to wonder if I could resist cumming.
She stopped her rhythm and looked down at me. Perhaps sensing the dangerous territory we were about to step into. She smiled once again and pulled herself off of me. I watched as my cock reluctantly gave up its moist playground.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m not done.” She said and turned away from me allowing me to see her glistening pussy. “I want you to fuck me now. I want it hard and fast and you better not cum… and remove those boxers, I want to feel your skin tight against mine.”

I removed my boxers, rose up onto my knees and entered her from behind; looking down at her body which was starting to become wet with sweat, her back rising and falling with the sporadic breathing that only comes during sex.

She turned her head and looked at me. “Remember, no closing your eyes.” She commented and motioned towards a floor length mirror that had apparently been placed earlier to allow her to watch me watching us fuck. “And don’t fuckin cum.” She growled as I started to thrust inside her.

I fucked her for a good ten minutes before I felt like I was about to cum. The waves were pulsing thru my body as rapidly as my heartbeat. I kept watching as my hips thrust against her buttocks, as my dick pillaged her pussy and I concentrated with all my will power to just not cum, and then my mind went blank. I just fucked her as hard and quick as she wanted to be fucked and lost complete track of time. I was making noises I’ve never heard myself make before. They were somewhere between grunts, growls and howls of pain. Beyond my own voice I heard Tonya’s voice. She was gasping, panting and whimpering. But she wasn’t in pain, she was cumming, I knew that voice I knew those inflections. She was cumming with me buried deep inside of her and I couldn’t cum. God how I wanted to fill her with my cum; to let it all go and ram her with a force and intensity she wouldn’t soon forget, but I couldn’t let down Vanni.

Then there was a hand on the back of my neck.

“Stop love.” It was Vanni. Her voice was calm and grounding. I fixated on the voice and stopped my violent thrusts into Tonya’s now quivering cunt. Vanni was here? How did Vanni get here? How long had Vanni been here? How long have I been fucking Tonya? I couldn’t latch on to any solid thought my mind instead swirling around chaotically, refusing to hold onto anything.

I started to pull out of Tonya but Vanni stopped me.

“No, you stay where you are, you’re not finished yet.” She smiled.

Tonya was now regaining her composure and was giggling to herself or perhaps to Vanni.

Vanni kept her hand on my neck and applied pressure bending me over so I was bent over Tonya my dick still deep within her. Then Vanni tapped the inside of my legs and I spread them for her and then I felt a cool sensation at my ass that I was familiar with. I closed my eyes and anticipated what was next. One of Vanni’s fingers slowly worked its way inside my ass. I took a deep breath as she worked more and more lube into me, relaxing my muscles as she worked. Then she slid in two fingers, adding still more lube and massaging the muscle until I was embarrassed with how easy it felt for her to work the lube in deeper. She then extruded both fingers and I felt her get on the bed. I looked into the mirror and watched as she approached me, her dick in her hands and an evil smile on her face. She knew I would look up to watch this.

I took a deep breath and released it slowly as her dick pressed against my ass and started to gently press into me. I no longer cared about embarrassment; it felt too good to care about how loose I was. I remained still while she worked the entire dick into my ass, until her hips were against my buttocks just as mine were tightly pressed into Tonya.

“I’m going to fuck your ass now.” Vanni started. “And you will be allowed to cum, but only after I do. Don’t move until I tell you to. Ok?”

“Yes.” I replied taking in all the sensations that were building up.

She pulled out of me and then pushed back in, causing me to push deeper into Tonya which resulted in her moaning. I glanced into the mirror and watched as Vanni took my hips into her hands and started to set a rhythm. Each time she pushed in she pushed me deeper into Tonya who would in turn press against me. I was being used to fuck both women at once. This was amazing. I closed my eyes and tried to record the sensations in my brain. I was positive this would be fantasy material in the future.

I listened to Vanni moan as she would thrust into me, followed by Tonya moaning as she received the kinetic energy passed from Vanni’s dick into mine. I know I was moaning as well, but I couldn’t hear it. The waves were starting to crest again and I hoped Vanni was close as well.

As if she heard my thoughts one of Vanni’s hands released my hip and encircled the front of my throat squeezing slightly giving the feeling of air restriction. Vanni knew this was a sure way of making me cum and she punched her dick deep into my ass as she started to shake with her own convulsions.

She was saying all kinds of vulgar sentences; the kind that only flew from her mouth when she was in this mode of operation. How she was cumming deep in my ass. How I was her boy and how I just loved to be fucked up the ass. And then I heard what I was listening for. She seethed between clinched teeth for me to fill that cunt full of my seed. To make sure she never forgot this evening. To fuck her so hard she hurt for a week.

And I did.

I rammed Tonya’s cunt fast and furious, slamming my hips into her so hard that she fell forward off her hands, which only angled herself more open to my assault. I don’t know how or when but somewhere in the middle, Vanni pulled out of, or got pulled out of my ass but I continued to drill into Tonya until the orgasm that I was denied finally erupted and I heard myself scream a triumphant growl before collapsing on her panting and wet with sweat body.

Vanni reached a hand around my neck, once again encircling it, and pulled me up to her, turning my head until our lips met for the first time that evening. She kissed me softly opening my mouth to hers. I leaned further back into her, reaching a hand around and pulling her as tightly against me as I could facing away from her. I heard a moan and wasn’t sure if it were she or me and despite having just orgasmed, I felt a wave start in the distance.

I turned so I was completely facing her, my body against hers and I felt as her breasts push against me as she breathed deeply, her eyes looking into mine, the smile once again upon her face.

“If you guys are gonna fuck in my bed you have to include me.” Tonya impishly interrupted.

Vanni laughed and pulled herself away from me, breaking the spell that was about to ignite another fire.

“Go home love.” She stated as she headed to the bathroom for what I knew was to be her after sex restroom call.

“What?” I asked, not sure if I heard her correctly.

“You heard me, go home, jack off and go to bed. I’ll be home later. Tonya and I have to rate your performance.” She calmly replied as she tossed the duffle out of the bathroom and shut the door behind her.

I looked at Tonya confused. She smiled and waved goodbye.

“We’re done with the toy for now… don’t forget to get dressed though, would be embarrassing to get pulled over dressed as you are.” She teased, but as her eyes cascaded down my body they locked on my cock and her tongue slid casually over her lips. “Once you get home, while you’re jacking off, don’t forget to think about me.”

I stared at her for a moment knowing full well what her tongue, lips and body were suggesting and decided that she would be involved in my fantasy. Then I turned, grabbed the duffle, opened it, removed my khaki’s and slid them on before leaving the bedroom knowing full well that I would be back one day, and not just for a social visit.

[Tawse]

The Erotic Dream

I look down at her, her dark skin contrasting with the light sheets. I wonder what she is dreaming about; she looks so peaceful. Her nipples’ slightly erect, giving a hint that maybe it is an erotic dream.
I touch my lips to one of her nipples. It comes to life in my mouth. A slight moan escapes her lips, and she stirs ever so slightly, turning to afford me better access to her body.

I wonder if I should touch her more, or let her sleep. She hasn't gotten much sleep lately, but she looks so inviting lying there. I run my hand down her side, feel her soft skin beneath my hand. The warmth radiating from her body is as nourishing to my soul as the rain is to a sun kissed desert. I slide my fingers over her lips. Even in her sleep she gives my finger a light kiss. I lean over and kiss her lips, they are warm, and inviting. My mouth migrates south to her neck, one of my favorite spots. I kiss the hollow of her neck, where neck and shoulder meet. A louder moan escapes her, and her eyes open.

She rolls over onto her back, and pulls me to her, holding me close. I feel her breath on my neck and it sends shivers down my back. I kiss her strongly now, more force behind it, more need. Her mouth opens and invites me in to dance. I gladly accept. My hands find her breasts. I squeeze her nipples with my fingers, and she wiggles beneath me. I don't know if from pain or pleasure, and I'm not sure if I care. Her struggle intoxicates me more. I must have her.

My hands move further down her body, to the core of both our needs. I slip a finger between the folds of her lips, and feel the moisture there. It's the honey of the Goddess, and I can't wait to taste of it.

Her legs part as she allows me to feel how much she wants me, perhaps even needs me. I thrust two fingers inside her, she says something I can't understand, and her eyes roll back. She pushes herself onto me further. It drives me crazy when she shows me the hunger she has for me; the need, the ache to have me inside her. I withdraw slightly and then push back in, harder, more forceful. I want to consume her. Make her feel what I feel.
I bend over and touch my tongue to her clit, the center of everything. She pushes up towards me again. That's all the encouragement I need. I take as much of her into my mouth as I can with my fingers still inside her.

She is beyond this world now. Where her mind is I don't know, but I wish I could hook into it and journey with her. For now though, it is enough to know she has allowed me to be the one to send her there. I pull her clit into my mouth and suck on it hard. I know this will send her over the edge.

She pushes her hips into me, her muscles tense and an animalistic noise erupts from her mouth. She is there. I feel the wetness flow past my fingers, as her muscles lock my fingers inside her. Even when I'm in control, she is in control. I wouldn't pull out of her right now anyway; I love this feeling.

I rise up, and kiss her mouth softly, feeling the contractions subside. Feeling her muscles relax. Seeing contentment rise in her expression. Now I withdraw my fingers. She jumps, adjusting to the emptiness.

"I love you" she whispers, and her eyes close again.

I watch as she drifts back to sleep, her dark skin contrasting with the light sheets. I wonder what she's dreaming about. She looks so peaceful, her slightly erect nipples the only evidence of the erotic dream she just had....

[Stephanie]

Originally Posted by Tawse

Bois on the Side

Ok, you want me to tell you a story; I'll tell you a story. But before I start you have to understand that even though what I'm about to tell you is true, it's not the type of person I usually am. I mean I'm a quiet domestic type person, if you know what I mean. I have a woman and she keeps me happy. I can't even recall a single time where I seriously considered leaving her. Hell even when what I'm about to tell you occurred, I wasn't thinking of leaving her. I wasn't thinking at all to be honest; I was just letting it happen, enjoying the feel.

It happened at work one night quite a bit ago. I was a mechanic for the local transit company and weekends could be rather boring since we only had a skeleton crew. The massive yard where we parked the buses could become eerily calm at times, especially when you worked the late shift as I did. It wasn't unusual to go out on the yard and be able to hear the crickets and frogs. No engines running, no smoke stinging your eyes, and no PA system barking orders. If you closed your eyes, you would almost believe you were in the country; of course that's after years of getting used to the smell of diesel that permeated everything.

This one Saturday night, hell may as well say Sunday morning, at about two a.m., I was out on the yard enjoying the quiet and trying to find a bus to take a snooze on during the lunch hour. I picked a bus on the row furthest from the shop, climbed aboard, walked to the last row of seats, took off my boots, unzipped the standard issue navy blue baggy cover-all's down to my waist, shrugged the heavy fabric off my shoulders exposing my black International Ms Leather shirt. My hand momentarily brushed by my dick. I wore it on occasions when I was feeling a bit, well excuse the term but, cocky. I could easily pack when wearing the cover-all's so discovery wasn't going to happen and I'll admit that wearing a cock while at work and feeling it press against me, turned me on like almost nothing else. I rubbed my dick a few more times thru the heavy fabric of the cover-all's and then laid back to get some sleep.

No sooner had I closed my eyes when I heard the front door being pulled open, followed by rocking as whomever it was climbed up onto the bus. I looked up and noticed it was Ronnie. He had the unfortunate privilege to work the late shift with shitty off days as well.

“What's up man?” I said.

“Not much.” He said and sat on the row of seats along the side-wall of the bus just prior to the back row. He took off his boots, rolled down his cover-alls and laid down as well. I closed my eyes and dozed off to sleep.

I woke up because someone or thing was rubbing my dick. I opened my eyes and saw Ronnie kneeling beside me. His hand was what was rubbing me.

“What…” I began, but he shook his head and leaned over and kissed me. It was the kind of kiss that wakes you up entirely. It was full of a desperate need. I opened myself up to his tongue, let it explore my mouth. Let it show me how much he needed this, and how much I wanted this. His hand pressed more firmly on my cock and my body responded almost immediately.

His hand moved higher and pulled the zipper of my cover-alls all the way down, then snaked between the course fabric of the cover-alls and the thin fabric of my briefs and pulled out my cock. It wasn't the one I typically packed. For some reason I wore a larger one that night. It was black and stood nine inches tall and almost two inches in diameter. It was intimidating. It was hot. He wrapped his hand around it and started to slowly yet forcefully move his hand along its shaft. My heart beat increased and a rush of heat swept over my body.

There is an energy that's released with butch on butch. It's not better or worse than butch/femme, it's just different. I didn't realize until just then how much I missed that energy. Missed the way it sizzled, cracked, and popped.

He bent over and took the head of my dick in his mouth. Easily sliding it into his mouth until barely any of the shaft was visible. I let out a moan. I never knew Ronnie was into butch/butch, or that Ronnie could handle a cock like he could. I moved my hips up pushing the cock against his face and watched his expression. His eyes closed and he pushed against me. We worked into a rhythm of me pushing up and him pushing down. I got lost in watching him take my cock into his mouth, then it sliding out moments later, wet with his spit. Watching the way he worked it, as if he was born to be a cocksucker. I wasn't sure if I could hold off too much longer, my breathing and moaning were making that very apparent. He stopped and stood up, wiped the spit and drool from his chin and gave me another kiss while his hands were loosening his own cover-alls until they fell down around his ankles.

Smiling, he pulled back and tossed a condom package on my stomach and then pulled his briefs down until they rested on top of his cover-alls. I sat up, placed my feet on the floor, set the condom to the side, and looked him. He was packing as well. His dick was dark red and just a little shorter and thinner than mine. He knelt down and turned so he was facing away from me. I knelt down behind him, not needing any further provocation. I opened the condom and slid it over my cock. Then I ran my hand up his inner thigh and inside his wet lips, before pressing two fingers into his wet cunt. He exhaled loudly and pressed back into my hand. I slowly worked my fingers in and out of him in a deliberately teasing fashion. Not letting the pace get quick enough to build the rush, yet not letting the frenzy subside. When my hand was completely wet I pulled my fingers out of him and used his juices to lubricate my cock.

I leaned in closer to him and pushed the head of my cock against his cunt. He pushed himself onto me until our legs were pressed tight together. He pushed up off of his hands until we were back to front with my cock connecting us. I reached around him and grasped his dick. I pushed down firmly on it and pulled back up. He took my signal and lifted up on my cock at the same time. Despite wanting to keep control; to take it slow and torture Ronnie, our rhythm was increasing again. Something about primal urges throws caution and taking your time out the window. I wasn't sure what was getting me closer to orgasm; fucking his cunt or jacking off his cock.

Once again however, Ronnie stopped the action just shy of me having a mind shattering orgasm. He stopped with me buried deep inside him, leaned his head back, took my lip into his mouth and bit it before he whispered “fuck my ass” and then pulled me out of him leaning once again on all fours. I used my hand to work some of his juices around his ass and made sure my cock was still well lubed and then I pressed the head against his tight hole. He took a few deep breaths and relaxed his body. I could feel the difference as his ass began to allow me in. I wondered momentarily how often Ronnie got fucked in the ass, or gave blow jobs. That thought however, was interrupted by the light of a flashlight playing against the side of the bus next to the one we were on. Someone was roaming the aisles.

“Shhhhhhh” I whispered to Ronnie, but didn't make any movements to disengage our partially connected bodies. I noticed Ronnie's heartbeat increase and felt him start to press against my cock. The light from the flashlight was getting more focused. Who ever it was, was getting closer. I looked down at Ronnie and decided if he wanted to play it out like that, I could deal with it, I just hoped he could as well. As a couple of voices got within hearing distance, and the light from the flashlight indicated they were most likely only feet from our bus, I slammed my cock deep inside Ronnie's ass. His body collapsed yet he didn't utter a word. Shortly after, he regained his composure and started pushing against me. I watched as the top of two heads became visible. I pushed quick sharp thrusts into Ronnie. He was on one hand now; the other hand wrapped around his own dick, stroking savagely.

I held my breath and prayed to a multitude of gods as the heads walked past the front door of our bus and kept going. I grabbed Ronnie's hips and started pulling and pushing him off my dick with a primal urgency and need. He was not going to stop me from cumming this time.

“Jack yourself off, cocksucker” I seethed between clinched teeth as I rammed his ass over and over. I had a mental image of my cock being real; of me about to fill this cocksucker's ass full of my seed; to have my possession of him be complete. With that thought my orgasm finally boiled and exploded but I continued to pound into him, his face screwed up into a face that could represent terrible pain, but I recognized it as the face of an impending orgasm. I pulled my dick out almost all the way and slammed it back in time after time, pulling it out to the crown then driving it as deep as I could until he let out a long guttural growl and let go of his own dick, his breathing was erratic and shallow, his abdomen spasmed involuntarily.

I leaned over him resting against his body with my dick still buried inside his ass while we both enjoyed the orgasms and allowed our bodies to return to normal. When at last I felt like my knees would be able to support my weight I sat up and pulled out of him, his body shook in response.

“What the fuck was that?” I asked as I pulled the condom off my dick.

“That was fuckin unbelievable.” Ronnie replied while pulling up his briefs and cover-alls. “I wanted to fuck you since I met you, and you wanted to fuck me. Now that's over with, we can move past it.” He continued, as he pulled his boots loosely over his feet. “Five more till lunch is over. See ya in the shop.” He finished then stood up and made his way off the bus.

So as I was saying, I'm not usually that type of person. Usually I guess is the key word. I still hook up with Ronnie every now and then and we still fuck like animals. Guess there are some things you can never fully move past.

Fuck......

[Tawse]

Baby Girl


You know that list we all, ok maybe not all, but most of us have in our minds that contains certain people who if you ever got a chance to meet, you'd have an affair with if the situation presented itself? I'm not talking "I wanna leave my lover" type affair, I'm talking "smack it up, flip it, rub it down" type sex; primal at its core; there's a desire… a drive… a need to possess that person to the fullest of your ability.

She was on that list; one of the few people to ever be on the list. I don't believe we typically run across people in our lives that make us react in a primal sense, so I feel the list should be small and well groomed. If you have to use both hands to count the people on your list at any given time well, you’re not using the same math I use.

I stared at her from across the bar and locked eyes with her every few seconds. We were both part of an online community that held regular get-togethers, and we both finally had the opportunity to attend one at the same time. I took a lazy sip from my water as I watched her mingle with the people at her table. People she was pretending to care about. People who had no idea she wanted nothing more than to have my cock buried deep inside her at that moment.

For more than a year we had talked on the computer and on the phone. The sexual attraction was undeniable and the only way I hadn't possessed her entirely was in person; I planned on fixing that issue at the get-together. I set my drink down and excused myself from the table gave my partner a quick kiss and made my way to the restroom, making eye contact with "her" as I did.

I entered the bathroom and washed my hands. I looked down at them and noticed how they were remarkably calm. Then the door pushed open and she came in and looked at me. She pushed the door closed behind her as she leaned against it. Her hand snaked behind her and twisted the lock on the door, closing us both inside.

"Daddy." She stated and I was upon her, my hands pressed into her sides and I pushed her harder against the wall. Desperate to finally possess her, even if it was only a taste of what would happen later. Her hands ran thru my hair and then down to my ass as she pulled me closer into her, my cock pressed against her. I lowered my hands, raised her skirt up and exposed a pair of white panties. I ran my finger between her legs and growled as I felt how wet she was for me already. I pulled her panties aside and pushed two fingers into her swollen pussy. She gasped and pushed hard onto my fingers as her fingers frantically undid my belt, unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out.

I pulled my fingers out of her and lead her to a stall where she positioned herself open and waiting for me. I took no time in giving her and myself what we both wanted, sliding into her until our bodies were touching and we were breathing shallow and fast.

"It hurts Daddy," She protested.

"Shhhh it's ok baby girl, you know I need this. Take it for Daddy." I replied holding myself still for her as she relaxed around my cock. From her face I could tell she was being stretched and this made me even harder; knowing I was possessing my girl completely. Knowing she'd be sore after this, she would remember my cock until the next time I could fuck her; until later that night.

"Fuck me Daddy" was all she had to finally say and I was thrusting into her with all the primal desire that had built up over the year, finally possessing my little girl, holding her creamy thigh as I fucked her wet cunt. I leaned into her and bit her collarbone as I felt my orgasm approaching. She startled and let out a whimper and that was all I needed to steer me on as I pushed into her fast and hard before finally cumming deep inside my little girl.

"Did you cum?" I asked breathlessly, still deep inside her.

"No Daddy, you didn't say I could… but I want to."

"No not yet, later. I want you still wanting Daddy. I want you thinking about me while you're out there mingling with everyone. I want your body to be humming." I replied and pulled out of her, my fingers going to her clit and slowing rubbing it, keeping it hard.

"Please Daddy."

"This is for the better baby girl. Trust me." I pulled my hand away from her and stuck my finger in my mouth. "Almost ripe…" I teased, then washed my cock and my hands and left the restroom to return to my table.

From my table I watched her return from the bathroom a few minutes later. She looked a bit off balance to me. I liked that I was the reason for that look and wondered if anyone else noticed. She looked at me and stuck out her lower lip, pouting. I smiled and winked at her in response and then I gave my attention back to the people at my table, making my baby girl wait until later for any more of Daddy.

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I sat up in bed and looked at the crappy hotel provided alarm clock that sat on the worn bedside table; it read 3:54am. We hadn't gotten back to the room until almost 2 and my lover hadn't fallen asleep until 20 minutes ago. I got up out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, then exited our hotel room. I went up a couple of flights and found her room. I pulled her hotel key out of my wallet and slid it into the lock, waited for the click that indicated the door had unlocked and slowly and quietly entered her room.

It was dark with the only light coming from the street light down in the parking lot peeking in thru the cracks in the curtains. She was lying in the bed, asleep. I reached over slowly and pulled the sheets down exposing her body to my view. I pulled a chair along side her bed and sat in it watching her sleep.

How many times had I dreamed of finally seeing her milky skin and her curvaceous body laid out before me? She was a good girl. I had instructed her to only sleep naked while on this trip and she was naked. I pulled off my sweats and stroked my cock while watching her sleep, imagining her waking up until I couldn't wait any longer. I had to have her again.

I climbed onto the bed, nudged her legs apart, slicked my cock with some spit and started to push into her. Her eyes opened looking confused, and my hand shot out and covered her mouth as I continued to push into her.

"Shush baby girl." I growled, as I once again was deep inside her cunt. She moaned and pushed up against me, pushing my cock even deeper into her.

"I've been good Daddy." She replied and locked her legs around my back pulling me deeper into her with each thrust.

“My baby girl has been very good." I replied and tilting her head, kissed her neck before moving down to her nipples, which were already erect, and taking each of them into my mouth. "Know what I would like?" I asked looking at her.

She giggled, "What is that Daddy?"

“You riding my cock." I answered and pulled out of her and rolled over onto my back, my hands under my head, watching as she climbed on top of me and guided my cock to her cunt. I watched as she leaned back and I sank into her. She looked down at me and pulled up almost completely off and then slammed herself back down on my cock. I grunted and she moaned, we were starting to feed off of each other; the primal nature starting to take over.

She set the pace on my cock, her juices coating my cock and my legs and she got wetter and wetter with need. I started to buck into her thrusts, wanting to be further and further inside of her; wanting to own more and more of her. I closed my eyes and became lost in the sensations, trying to record these moments for a lifetime of remembrance.

"Daddy?" She asked, she was moaning loudly now.

"Yes baby girl?"

"I need to…" She moaned with desperation.

"You may baby girl, be Daddy's slut and cum for him."

With my permission she impaled herself hard on my cock and screamed. I was sure she woke up the neighboring rooms but I didn't give a shit. This was my baby girl finally getting to cum with her Daddy's cock deep inside her. She was still only momentarily before she continued fucking my cock and had another orgasm. Her moans and screams were about to drive me crazy and I could feel my own orgasm building.

"Wait Daddy." She said and then leaned over and grabbed something out of the bedside table drawer. She sat back up and I saw the steel glint. She held a knife against her skin on her right breast. I watched, captivated as she drew a crimson line about two inches long into her flesh.

"Take me Daddy." She pleaded as the crimson line started to trail down her breast. I pulled her down to me, pulled the crimson line into my mouth and tasted her coppery life fluid as I rolled us over until I was on top. I sucked at her wound until she whimpered and moaned at the same time my cock pistoned furiously into her cunt. Taking her and drinking of her blood; possession complete, I thrust deeply into her and with a growl and a yell had a violent orgasm as she screamed with another one of her own.

I stayed inside of her still sucking on the cut, still tasting her blood and feeling her body as it was wracked with as many convulsions as mine.

I stayed with my baby girl, holding her until she drifted off to sleep and then I went back to my room, my lover and my life.

[nevaeh]

so hot!!!!!!

[ScandalAndy]

Originally Posted by nevaeh

so hot!!!!!!

what she said! *fans self*

[chai~]

I KNEW butch on butch would be so F^CKIN HOT!!!!!!!!

Oh you paint such lover~ly pictures inside my mind!!!!! Merci!!!!!

Originally Posted by Tawse

Bois on the Side

Ok, you want me to tell you a story; I'll tell you a story. But before I start you have to understand that even though what I'm about to tell you is true, it's not the type of person I usually am. I mean I'm a quiet domestic type person, if you know what I mean. I have a woman and she keeps me happy. I can't even recall a single time where I seriously considered leaving her. Hell even when what I'm about to tell you occurred, I wasn't thinking of leaving her. I wasn't thinking at all to be honest; I was just letting it happen, enjoying the feel.

It happened at work one night quite a bit ago. I was a mechanic for the local transit company and weekends could be rather boring since we only had a skeleton crew. The massive yard where we parked the buses could become eerily calm at times, especially when you worked the late shift as I did. It wasn't unusual to go out on the yard and be able to hear the crickets and frogs. No engines running, no smoke stinging your eyes, and no PA system barking orders. If you closed your eyes, you would almost believe you were in the country; of course that's after years of getting used to the smell of diesel that permeated everything.

This one Saturday night, hell may as well say Sunday morning, at about two a.m., I was out on the yard enjoying the quiet and trying to find a bus to take a snooze on during the lunch hour. I picked a bus on the row furthest from the shop, climbed aboard, walked to the last row of seats, took off my boots, unzipped the standard issue navy blue baggy cover-all's down to my waist, shrugged the heavy fabric off my shoulders exposing my black International Ms Leather shirt. My hand momentarily brushed by my dick. I wore it on occasions when I was feeling a bit, well excuse the term but, cocky. I could easily pack when wearing the cover-all's so discovery wasn't going to happen and I'll admit that wearing a cock while at work and feeling it press against me, turned me on like almost nothing else. I rubbed my dick a few more times thru the heavy fabric of the cover-all's and then laid back to get some sleep.

No sooner had I closed my eyes when I heard the front door being pulled open, followed by rocking as whomever it was climbed up onto the bus. I looked up and noticed it was Ronnie. He had the unfortunate privilege to work the late shift with shitty off days as well.

“What's up man?” I said.

“Not much.” He said and sat on the row of seats along the side-wall of the bus just prior to the back row. He took off his boots, rolled down his cover-alls and laid down as well. I closed my eyes and dozed off to sleep.

I woke up because someone or thing was rubbing my dick. I opened my eyes and saw Ronnie kneeling beside me. His hand was what was rubbing me.

“What…” I began, but he shook his head and leaned over and kissed me. It was the kind of kiss that wakes you up entirely. It was full of a desperate need. I opened myself up to his tongue, let it explore my mouth. Let it show me how much he needed this, and how much I wanted this. His hand pressed more firmly on my cock and my body responded almost immediately.

His hand moved higher and pulled the zipper of my cover-alls all the way down, then snaked between the course fabric of the cover-alls and the thin fabric of my briefs and pulled out my cock. It wasn't the one I typically packed. For some reason I wore a larger one that night. It was black and stood nine inches tall and almost two inches in diameter. It was intimidating. It was hot. He wrapped his hand around it and started to slowly yet forcefully move his hand along its shaft. My heart beat increased and a rush of heat swept over my body.

There is an energy that's released with butch on butch. It's not better or worse than butch/femme, it's just different. I didn't realize until just then how much I missed that energy. Missed the way it sizzled, cracked, and popped.

He bent over and took the head of my dick in his mouth. Easily sliding it into his mouth until barely any of the shaft was visible. I let out a moan. I never knew Ronnie was into butch/butch, or that Ronnie could handle a cock like he could. I moved my hips up pushing the cock against his face and watched his expression. His eyes closed and he pushed against me. We worked into a rhythm of me pushing up and him pushing down. I got lost in watching him take my cock into his mouth, then it sliding out moments later, wet with his spit. Watching the way he worked it, as if he was born to be a cocksucker. I wasn't sure if I could hold off too much longer, my breathing and moaning were making that very apparent. He stopped and stood up, wiped the spit and drool from his chin and gave me another kiss while his hands were loosening his own cover-alls until they fell down around his ankles.

Smiling, he pulled back and tossed a condom package on my stomach and then pulled his briefs down until they rested on top of his cover-alls. I sat up, placed my feet on the floor, set the condom to the side, and looked him. He was packing as well. His dick was dark red and just a little shorter and thinner than mine. He knelt down and turned so he was facing away from me. I knelt down behind him, not needing any further provocation. I opened the condom and slid it over my cock. Then I ran my hand up his inner thigh and inside his wet lips, before pressing two fingers into his wet cunt. He exhaled loudly and pressed back into my hand. I slowly worked my fingers in and out of him in a deliberately teasing fashion. Not letting the pace get quick enough to build the rush, yet not letting the frenzy subside. When my hand was completely wet I pulled my fingers out of him and used his juices to lubricate my cock.

I leaned in closer to him and pushed the head of my cock against his cunt. He pushed himself onto me until our legs were pressed tight together. He pushed up off of his hands until we were back to front with my cock connecting us. I reached around him and grasped his dick. I pushed down firmly on it and pulled back up. He took my signal and lifted up on my cock at the same time. Despite wanting to keep control; to take it slow and torture Ronnie, our rhythm was increasing again. Something about primal urges throws caution and taking your time out the window. I wasn't sure what was getting me closer to orgasm; fucking his cunt or jacking off his cock.

Once again however, Ronnie stopped the action just shy of me having a mind shattering orgasm. He stopped with me buried deep inside him, leaned his head back, took my lip into his mouth and bit it before he whispered “fuck my ass” and then pulled me out of him leaning once again on all fours. I used my hand to work some of his juices around his ass and made sure my cock was still well lubed and then I pressed the head against his tight hole. He took a few deep breaths and relaxed his body. I could feel the difference as his ass began to allow me in. I wondered momentarily how often Ronnie got fucked in the ass, or gave blow jobs. That thought however, was interrupted by the light of a flashlight playing against the side of the bus next to the one we were on. Someone was roaming the aisles.

“Shhhhhhh” I whispered to Ronnie, but didn't make any movements to disengage our partially connected bodies. I noticed Ronnie's heartbeat increase and felt him start to press against my cock. The light from the flashlight was getting more focused. Who ever it was, was getting closer. I looked down at Ronnie and decided if he wanted to play it out like that, I could deal with it, I just hoped he could as well. As a couple of voices got within hearing distance, and the light from the flashlight indicated they were most likely only feet from our bus, I slammed my cock deep inside Ronnie's ass. His body collapsed yet he didn't utter a word. Shortly after, he regained his composure and started pushing against me. I watched as the top of two heads became visible. I pushed quick sharp thrusts into Ronnie. He was on one hand now; the other hand wrapped around his own dick, stroking savagely.

I held my breath and prayed to a multitude of gods as the heads walked past the front door of our bus and kept going. I grabbed Ronnie's hips and started pulling and pushing him off my dick with a primal urgency and need. He was not going to stop me from cumming this time.

“Jack yourself off, cocksucker” I seethed between clinched teeth as I rammed his ass over and over. I had a mental image of my cock being real; of me about to fill this cocksucker's ass full of my seed; to have my possession of him be complete. With that thought my orgasm finally boiled and exploded but I continued to pound into him, his face screwed up into a face that could represent terrible pain, but I recognized it as the face of an impending orgasm. I pulled my dick out almost all the way and slammed it back in time after time, pulling it out to the crown then driving it as deep as I could until he let out a long guttural growl and let go of his own dick, his breathing was erratic and shallow, his abdomen spasmed involuntarily.

I leaned over him resting against his body with my dick still buried inside his ass while we both enjoyed the orgasms and allowed our bodies to return to normal. When at last I felt like my knees would be able to support my weight I sat up and pulled out of him, his body shook in response.

“What the fuck was that?” I asked as I pulled the condom off my dick.

“That was fuckin unbelievable.” Ronnie replied while pulling up his briefs and cover-alls. “I wanted to fuck you since I met you, and you wanted to fuck me. Now that's over with, we can move past it.” He continued, as he pulled his boots loosely over his feet. “Five more till lunch is over. See ya in the shop.” He finished then stood up and made his way off the bus.

So as I was saying, I'm not usually that type of person. Usually I guess is the key word. I still hook up with Ronnie every now and then and we still fuck like animals. Guess there are some things you can never fully move past.

[Tawse]

The Sun

I had a bad evening at work. The only thing I wanted to do was sit down, watch some television, and zone. But upon entering the house, I knew this was out of the question. My lover greeted me at the door with a mischievous smile. I knew that smile, and I knew what it meant.

She didn’t say hello, ask me how my evening was, or give me a hug. She simply turned around and headed down the hall to the back of the house, dropping a pair of handcuffs on the way.

I stared at them. I really wasn’t in the mood for this. All I wanted was to watch some television. Maybe have her hold me. But I wasn’t in the mood for the games. I picked up the handcuffs and headed down the hall. I at least had to tell her I wasn’t in the mood.

When I entered our room, she was lying on the bed, naked and staring at me.
“I’m sorry Hun, I’m just not with it tonight” I said, still looking at her beautiful body, wanting to just lay down next to her, let her warmth comfort me.

“Hmmm, I see. Then why don’t you just come over here and lay down with me for awhile” She read my mind.

I looked at her, trying to see if she was simply trying to seduce me into getting into bed next to her and I decided I didn’t care if she was. I needed her comfort, I needed her warmth, her protection. I took off my uniform and slipped into bed next to her.

She snuggled up close to me, I could feel her breasts moving against my back with each breath, could feel the warmth of her body and soul flowing into me. I could feel the anger and frustration from work melting away. It amazed me how a person could have that much power over my emotions. Anger was usually so easily found and so hard to escape, yet with just a touch, she could erase it. I loved her more than words could describe or do justice.

I turned my head and kissed her lightly on the lips. She looked at me, love in her eyes, and kissed me back. Her hands moved up and cupped both my breasts, gently squeezing my nipples, and causing a fire to light inside of me.

I rolled over so I was facing her, and kissed her again, this time pushing my tongue inside her mouth, wanting to take her breath away. She pulled away from me. “No, you just lay there, relax, and zone.” She whispered while sitting on top of me. I could feel her own heat against my skin, could feel how much control she was exerting just to not attack me.

She leaned over and kissed me. First on my lips, but then moving and covering my whole face with kisses. I closed my eyes and imagined myself flying high in the sky, so free, so far away from the world and the anger.

Her kisses moved down to my neck. She lingered there and would occasionally nibble, causing the fire inside to burn even brighter, more out of control. Inside my mind, I was flying higher still, heading for the sun, and its nourishing heat. Wanting to be consumed by the fire.

Her mouth grazed my nipple, and then went over to the other nipple and took it inside, rolling her tongue around it, sending erotic waves directly to my pussy. I pushed up against her, wanting her to continue, wanting her to take me all the way to the sun. She released that nipple and did the same with the other one. I could feel my own wetness against my thigh. I was burning now, so close to the sun that I was being pulled in by its gravity.

I felt her hand against my pussy, and it made me jump at the raw electricity her touch could produce. I pushed my hips into her. Letting her know how much I need this, how much I wanted to crash into the sun.

She rolled off of me and lay down next to me again, her hand teasing my want, her mouth pulling on my nipples. I was flying out of control, spiraling toward the sun.

She pushed two fingers inside me and I started to cry. The images were too intense, the feelings too strong. Her love too much. I could see nothing but the sun now, and its impossible brightness. The heat it was emitting was inconceivable. She started moving in and out of me very slowly. The tears flowed steadily now. I couldn’t stop them if I tried.

I was moving with her. Pushing up to meet each thrust. She was going faster now, reading the need my body was showing her. I matched her speed. With each thrust she was deeper inside of my body and soul. In my mind the sun was approaching too fast, I would crash into it soon. I opened my arms to embrace my impending doom.

She thrust deeply into me, pushing on my clit with her thumb. I felt an explosion. I had finally hit the sun. I was within its hot embrace. No thoughts existed. It was the light, the heat, and me.

Somewhere in the distance, I could feel her wrap herself around me, holding me, comforting me. Letting me crash.

Slowly the heat subsided and the light grew dim. I was falling back down. Falling so fast. I opened my eyes, and fell right into hers. She was smiling, not the mischievous smile of earlier, but a smile that held me closer to her then I had ever been to anyone. It was the smile of love, compassion and sympathy.

It was the smile of the sun.

[*Anya*]

Thank you Tawse not only lovely but hot!