Nymphomania
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Dalia Daudelin
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Master's Obedient Toy
Beautiful Jane sits absolutely still in the hallway, facing the corner. In the other room she hears the TV and the sudden pop and hiss of a beer can being opened. The man she loves has put her here, and because she loves him she does as she is told. Because she is absolutely devoted to him, instead of sitting on his lap she is naked, in the corner, being punished for talking back to her Master. She's forbidden from moving anything but her head.
Jane has been instructed to keep her back perfectly straight and her ass cheeks clenched tight. This is a new punishment for her, and oh they truly must be tight. Her Master has placed a quarter right in her crack and she must not let it drop or her punishment will be more severe.
To add to this, the corner is right next to the vent. It's leaving her silky skin dewy with sweat. Not only that, but it's harder for her to focus as her body overheats. She considers, for just a second, standing up and running, whining, to her Master. Surely the spanking she'll receive can't be worse than this.
But, oh, having experienced one of Master's spankings, Jane can surely say it will be. The way that man cracks his rough hands against her ass cheeks, spreading them wide so that not one inch of her skin goes without a slap left her a whimpering mess even before she was flipped over. Her pussy was pulled open, and her clit was slapped. Not as hard as her ass was, but still hard enough to make her sore for days.
Ever since that punishment, she has done her best not to yell at her Master in public, though her temper can be hard to control. That time, Master had stuck his hand down her shirt and fondled her breast in front of his friend. The invasion was sudden and had been too embarrassing for her to endure.
Now, though, Jane knows better. Her body has been explored and touched in ways that she has never let another man do. She has surrendered to him, completely.
Three knocks at the front door nearly makes Jane lose her concentration. She whips her head to look at the barrier between her naked body and the sudden guest. The quarter slips down her crack a bit as her mind races. Should I answer it? Will Master answer it?
She can just barely hear her Master rise from the couch. She watches him as he passes by the hallway, pausing for just a second to make sure she's stayed in place. He gives her a satisfied smile before continuing to the door.
Murmuring passes through the vents, two male voices, but Jane can't make out what Master is saying to the guest. The front door closes, and two pairs of footsteps can be heard coming back towards the hall.
Master stops again, checking on her. Behind him is a tall man, a few inches taller than Master. His hair is dark and long. Both men look at her, smiling. Master raises his eyebrows at the new man, who nods in appreciation before they continue past the hallway into the room with the TV.
Jane realizes she's been holding her breath. She lets it out, slowly, before breathing in again. Another man has just seen her naked. Master was the first man to see her naked. He took Jane's virginity, so having new eyes on her is both thrilling and scary. What's this new man doing here? Why dad Master let him see me? She focuses her attention back on her task.
Her hair is loose, long and wild. Master told me to put makeup on today. Was it before he knew this man would be visiting?
“Pet, drop the quarter and come.”
The quarter falls from her ass and clatters against the floor. Jane positions herself on all fours, bowing her head. Slowly, she crawls down the hallway, her knees sore from the hard wooden floors, into the TV room. There, her Master is waiting for her with the guest. Master is sitting with his friend on the leather couch, each one holding a beer and watching her.
Jane crawls until she is in front of her Master's legs, her eyes on the floor, waiting for his orders. Both of the men are silent, watching, humiliating her with their gaze. She can feel her pussy getting wetter from the attention. This room is much cooler than the corner, and the cold air makes her nipples raise.
“What are you doing? Straighten your back, we need somewhere to put our beers.”
Jane moves so that she can act as their table, straightening her back. Poor Jane's pussy is sopping wet, her tits hanging, reaching for the floor. The beers are freezing cold on her back, but she doesn't move a muscle. She doesn't want to spill the drinks. She wants to impress this new friend.
“She's fucking hot,” the guest says.
Her Master nods. “Whore, you'll be servicing my friend today, in any way he likes. Is that understood?”
Staying perfectly still, Jane answers, “Yes, Master. Of course.”
“Whore, go to the kitchen.”
The men take their drinks from her back. The sweat from the cans have left rings of water that drip down her side as she crawls into the kitchen. Both men follow behind her, watching her ass as it sways back and forth. The guest comments on how wet she looks.
“Yes, she's always ready for a big dick. Aren't you, Pet?”
“I am always ready for a dick, Master!” Jane replies. She smiles, because it's absolutely true.
The kitchen tile is cold and hard against her knees, but she knows better than to stop or whine. Jane feels embarrassed being watched by these two men, but it's also a turn on to have their eyes trained on her cunt. Even though Master tells her how beautiful she is, she never really believes it unless someone is drooling over her. She's usually ashamed of her hips and thighs and her stomach that jiggles just a little too much, but Master shows her just how much he loves her body whenever he can.
“Face us and kneel.” Her Master's commanding voice is like music to Jane's ears. Hoping her face isn't too red, she faces the handsome guest and her gorgeous Master. She kneels and places her hands behind her back, the way she was trained to do. Her back arches, showing off her perfectly perky tits.
“Look at her nipples,” the guest marvels. “They're already hard!”
“Yep. Go on, John. Feel them. Touch her. She's yours, so long as you don't cum in her.”
Quivering, Jane waits as John bends over and looks her in the eyes. He seems to be a kind man when you look past the lust. He smiles as his hand reaches out and grabs her breast, lifting it up and letting it drop again. His fingers lightly graze against her skin, teasing around her nipple in circles before finally pinching it. The pinch makes her moan.
Jane looks up at him through her eyelashes, not wanting to offend him by looking at him too boldly. He looks nothing like her Master, but still gorgeous in his own way. Letting this man touch her, the feeling of his soft hands against her skin is heavenly. He explores her body the same way that her Master once did when they first met. He's exploring her with wonder, likes she is a piece of art that must be felt and manipulated to be truly experienced.
She knows that tonight, she will be used by this man. She's never allowed someone other than her Master have her. In fact, Jane was once known as a frigid bitch, because she was hard to bed. The idea of letting have a second man take her is thrilling and terrifying all at once. It makes her head swim like she's drunk off of him. I hope I can live up to his expectations.
Of course, it doesn't matter if she approves of the situation or not. Her Master calls the shots, and the way he's touching himself while he watches John suck her nipple into his mouth is a clear sign that he likes thi
s arrangement. His hand slips into his pants.
She tries to relax, but each time the man touches a new patch of her skin, goosebumps rise on her flesh. Just being touched by him is making her heart beat faster, her breath move quicker. She gasps and flinches when John bites her nipple just a bit too hard.
Master moves behind her, watching the man touch his toy, her love, with passionate lust. He runs his fingers through her hair, gently massaging her scalp. She moans, and with a sudden yank he pulls her hair roughly, forcing her onto all fours again. Master pulls poor Jane around the kitchen while John watches, curious at the display of pure power over this woman. Jane crawls after her master, gasping from the pain.
He stops and looks to John. Jane's hair is still being gripped by his hands as a tear falls down her face. “Do you want this whore to suck you off?”
John glances at beautiful Jane. His cock is already struggling against his pants, which he answers with a grope. “Yeah. Hell yeah!”
Master yanks Jane over to the guest. She cries out in pain as he pulls her up to her knees, making her kneel in front of John, whose hands seem to be shaking with anticipation. He licks his bottom lip.
Master sits down in one of the kitchen chairs, leaning back lazily as he watches the two move closer to one another. John is as nervous as Jane is. He gently caresses Jane's head, running his fingers through her hair and soothing her aching scalp.
“Take his cock out,” Master growls.
Jane's thin fingers fly to John's pants, tugging at the button to loose it from the hole. The zipper of his faded blue jeans slides down easily. His boxers are purple, and tight. She pulls his jeans down slightly, just so that she can see the top of his legs. His thighs are strong, powerful, manly.
His bulge grows even larger having this beautiful woman admire him. She pulls down his boxers to reveal the meat hidden within them. It smells like soap. The pubic hair is trimmed, but not overly so. Just enough that she won't gag on any hairs.
Jane takes his penis in her hand. It's heavier than she expected. It's not as big as Master's cock, but still larger than average. Her hand runs up and down the silky skin. Precum dribbles from the hole onto the head of his cock. She uses it to make her rubbing easier.
She opens her mouth and moves closer to him. John clenches his ass in anticipation, biting his lower lip and holding back a groan. Just having this sex slave's mouth so close to his cock has him on edge. Her hot breath is enough to make him twitch. She takes the tip of his dick into her mouth, and he revels in the hot stickiness of her tongue.
Slowly, Jane takes more and more of his prick into her mouth until she's deep-throating him. This is where John realizes she has no gag reflex. She stays there, breathing slowly through her nose. She looks up at him, with innocence and devotion. “Fuuuuck. I'm gonna need to get a girl like this,” he groans, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her back before shoving his prick down her throat again.
Master has his cock out now. He's masturbating while he watches his whore be used by John. His eyes are trained intently on Jane's pretty mouth as it moves up and down John's thick shaft, faster and then slower. She sucks John's cock back down her throat, lightly grazing the skin with her teeth.
John pulls away urgently. “I don't want to cum yet,” he says, panting. He holds his cock until it goes soft again. Jane watches with amusement as this man frustrates himself for a chance to experience her pussy. She's never had that sort of power over Master. It feels nice, though she was enjoying his cock in her mouth. It was salty and soft.
“Jane, bend over the counter. Show your guest your pretty pussy.” Master's voice is rough and full of lust. His fist is wrapped around his cock still, though it's moving slower now.
Jane stands up quickly, moving to the counter and presenting her ass to John. It's dripping with her juices. Unable to help himself, John falls to his knees and breathes in her scent, nearly touching her quim with his nose.
His tongue slips into her folds, tasting her, probing her. It lingers on her clit, wiggling back and forth over it. Jane gasps and wiggles her ass in approval. John laps up every last bit of her juices, licking her inner thighs and everything.
Then he stands up, and his cock is harder than ever. Her positions it against her slit, rubbing it up and down to get it slick. “Oh, I just know I'm going to like this.” She's so hot, so wet, and when he sticks his prick into her depths, her insides pulsate and move. Her body reacts to him as each inch slides into her, slowly, ever so slowly.
“Please, give me it all.” Jane asks. Hoping Master won't punish her for that. She glances at him, but he's watching John slowly sink his cock into Jane's pussy. His hand isn't even moving against his cock.
John pushes hard for the last few inches. The tip hits Jane's cervix, and his balls slap against her slit. “Aaah,” she moans, gripping the counter tight. John's hands slide down her sides and onto her hips. He grabs them tight, digging his fingers into her skin as he slowly pulls his cock back out.
He slams his pulsating prick back into her, harder this time. Jane squeals with delight as she feels it slide against the sensitive spot inside of her. He answers her cries of pleasure with more strokes, shorter ones that move fast. Each stroke feels better than the last. His hands against her hips guide her back and forth, so that she's fucking him almost as much as he's fucking her. He's panting and breathing hard now.
Master stands up. John stops moving, watching him as he moves toward them. He takes Jane's hand and pulls her away from the counter, but John's cock stays firmly planted within her. Master presses his cock against her lips. She opens them, and Master stuffs her mouth with his big dick. It's slick and salty with his precum. He fucks her mouth, slowly, letting the tip of his cock slide down her throat with each stroke.
John doesn't move for a second, and then he starts to fuck her again. The men find a rhythm, moving in time so that when John pushes into her, Master does too. She moans and cries into his cock, the vibrations shooting to his balls. He grabs her hair again, using it to control her head movements.
They keep fucking her, harder and harder until John starts to feel his dick twitching. He pulls out, and Master pulls away from Jane, pushing her to the ground. Her face is only a few inches away from the guest's dick. She watches with interest as he pumps his cock, masturbating himself closer and closer to orgasm. His mouth is wide open to let out little grunts of pleasure.
His cum shoots out, thick ropes hitting Jane in the face. Some gets in her hair, some on her tits, and one thick rope gets right into her open mouth. She swallows it immediately before scooping the cum on her face onto her fingers and sucking that down too.
Master grabs her and forces her against the counter again. He enters her from behind, fucking her fast and hard. His cock is bigger than John's, and it takes a second for Jane to get used to his size. His nails bite into her skin as he growls with each thrust.
“Oh, oh! Master, I am so close to cumming! Please let me cum!” Jane begs.
“Cum on my dick, whore!” Master bellows, before finally his cum spills deep into her womb. It's so much cum that it runs out of her hole and down her leg, leaving her pussy sloppy. Her pussy pulsates and convulses on his cock as she cums, screaming loud enough for someone outside to hear. Her Master pulls out of her with a 'pop'.
Master and John leave Jane there to collect herself. She slides to the floor, still twitching from orgasm. She hears the front door open again, and then John says goodbye to Master.
Cum is still dribbling out of her when Master walks back into the room. He helps her to her feet and grabs the small of her back and her chin. He tips her face up and kisses her softly, tenderly.
“You did so well, my love. I'm proud of you.”
“Really?” Jane asks, elated.
“Absolutely. Now, come on. Let's go get you cleaned up, and then we can go get dinner. Your choice.”
Jane takes Master's hand and lets him lead her up the stairs to the shower, smiling the whole
way. Yes, this was exactly what she needed.
A Taboo Ride
Can u come over early?
I shrug and throw my cell phone back into my purse, continuing to brush my hair. The text came from my boyfriend, Max. Why he wants me to come over early, who knows?
I'm a bit cynical about things with him lately. It's just... the sex has been so boring. Sure, we're trying to bring some hotness back into the bedroom, but it's not really working at all. We've tried BDSM, which was fun until I tried to be dominant. Max flipped out at the anal plug I presented to him, which was done out of actual interest but he thought I was just mocking him because I was laughing. Whoops!
Then we tried anal, well, anal on me I mean. It was fun for Max, but essentially useless on my end. I got no pleasure from it and quite a bit of pain. That was out the window. We even tried to go through the Kama Sutra and find the most interesting sex positions, but I'm really not flexible enough for some of those things!
Nothing seems to be helping, but I don't want to just give up on Max. Anyway, today's a special day. I'm turning 19. It might be worth it to put up with some bad sex, just to spend my birthday with someone I love. And even though the sex isn't great and I'm a little bit impatient with him, I really do love Max.
I cover my eyelids with a small amount of pink eyeshadow before running a brush full of pink powder against my cheeks. I look cute today. My dress clings to my waist without being too tight, giving me a flirty look that Max will enjoy.
Heading out to Max's house, I wonder what he'll be getting me for my birthday. Last year it was a beautiful diamond necklace that I only wear if we go to a fancy restaurant. I don't really feel comfortable wearing anything too flashy! I hope he gets me something that suits my personality a bit more.
Maybe a sex toy? One that will bring some spice into the relationship. That would be pretty awesome! Handcuffs, or a whip, or ooh! Maybe a collar! I imagine being led around his house, naked but for a collar, and a shiver runs down my spine. That would be really hot.
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