by Sacchi Green
Her hair was short and thick with a long piece falling over her eyes. She flicked it back, revealing startling blue eyes. She was shorter than I am, but not by much. Her breasts, assuming they weren’t bound, were small and high. Perfect.
My clit twitched again and this time got even harder, pressing against the seam of my jeans and making me hot. I tilted my head and continued to stare as she ordered, her lightly muscled arms flexing as she leaned on the counter, flirting with the femme serving her. I grinned. Exactly what I needed.
She got her coffee and moved to another plush chair by the window, facing me. I sipped my coffee, thinking of all the things I could do to that young, supple body. When I began to picture her writhing under the sting of my belt, I couldn’t stand it anymore.
I moved to stand quietly next to her, my arms folded. When she looked up, I squatted down next to her and looked directly into her eyes. “I’d like you to come home with me. Right now.”
She blinked and then laughed lightly. “You’re not really my type, buddy.”
“And you’re not really mine. Except for right at this moment.”
I watched her mind work as she took me in: my short black hair, my thickly muscled arms covered in tats, the plain leather bracelet on my wrist. I am bigger, stronger, slightly older. And I knew that she could feel the sex oozing from my skin as my clit continued its wild contractions against the seam of my Levi’s.
“I don’t…” she said quietly, but trailed off when I stood and offered my hand. She stared at it for a long moment and then brushed it away with her own. Standing abruptly she pushed passt me and strode out the door, her back stiff as she clearly tried to appear unfazed.
I followed. Once outside I grabbed the back of her neck and led her to my truck, opened the door for her and pushed her roughly inside, letting my hand graze the side of her chest. No binding. Those small tits were just perfect.
I watched her swallow convulsively, her hands clenched tightly and her jaw working in rhythm to her pulse. She wasn’t going to bottom for me easily, this one, although she clearly wanted to. I could tell by how tightly she was clenching her thighs together—so tightly they were shaking.
I got in, leaned over, squeezed her throat and kissed her roughly. She stayed stiff, but opened her mouth to let me in.
“Good boi,” I whispered, and felt her stiffen even further.
“I’m not a goddamn boi,” she said through gritted teeth.
“You are today.”
We didn’t say another word until we pulled into my driveway. The house is set far back from the street, and tall old trees line every side, making it private and somewhat ominous looking.
I turned to face her, and saw that she’d gone slightly pale and was holding onto the sides of the seat with white knuckles. “What’s your safeword?”
“I don’t have one. I haven’t… I mean, I’ve never…”
She swallowed hard and continued to stare straight ahead of her.
“How about berry? That’s something you won’t scream randomly.” I was only half kidding, trying to get her to relax slightly. If she didn’t relax, it would take far too long to get her where I wanted her. And I wanted her bad.
“Why?” she asked.
“Why, what?” I was so distracted by thoughts of her naked that her question lost me.
“Why me. Why a butch?”
I tilted my head and considered her question. With a sigh, I nodded toward the house. “C’mon. We’ll talk inside. And if you really don’t want to go for it, I’ll take you back to the coffee house, no problem. Okay?”
She visibly relaxed and nodded.
I should’ve done the fucking bar crawl. It would have been easier. Now I had to have a philosophical conversation about why I wanted to drive my cock inside this luscious butch and listen to her give it up.
Inside, I tossed her a bottle of water from the fridge and opened one myself. Leaning against the kitchen counter, I watched as she wandered the living room, looking at photographs and running her fingers across the furniture. She stopped in front of a picture of me and my girl and shot me a quizzical look.
“She’s at our other place. I use this one when I’m working in the local office.”
“Does she know?”
“She does. It’s not often, but she gets it.”
I watched as she tried to process that. “Come here.”
She moved toward me, and I could see her uncertainty in every step. It fueled the fire between my legs. Pushing a butch’s boundaries, making her question and falter, is a heady feeling. I pulled her quickly toward me, turning her so her back was against my chest.
I nuzzled her neck, letting my large, calloused hands wander over her soft cotton T-shirt. “We’re so strong, aren’t we? Us butches. They lean on us, they depend on us, they listen to what we say. Sometimes, though…” I reached under her shirt and pinched her nipples. “Don’t you want to let go? Don’t you want to be the one taking it, lying back and letting someone else take the reins? Don’t you want to be able to beg for it, to let go and not have to control anything at all? To just enjoy a good fuck without worrying that you’ll look weak?” I felt her pulse beating rapidly under my lips as I kissed her neck and knew I would get what I wanted when her ass pressed against the seven-inch cock I was strapping. “Sometimes, don’t you want to be filled, to be done, to scream it all out and not have to be strong? Don’t you want to be the one riding that silver wave of pain, losing yourself in the endorphins and submission?”
She whimpered as my fingertips closed tightly on her nipples, pulling and twisting. She ground against my cock and whispered, “Have you? Have you done this?”
I pulled her hips hard against me, bending her forward and making small circles against her tight ass.
“I have. I’ve knelt in front of a butch and sucked her cock, just like you’re going to. I’ve done what she’s told me to, and I’ve let her fuck me just the way I fuck my femme. I’ve given her all of my control, and let myself come and hurt and scream for it.”
She moaned and pushed harder against me. Her skin was warm, flushed, and her voice was husky with need. Yes, she wanted this. And I was ready to give it to her. I let go of her hips and she stumbled forward, off balance. I grabbed the back of her neck, lifted her to her feet, and dragged her to the bedroom. I let her get a look at the room, with its open toy cupboard filled with all sorts of leather gear, and the bed with its heavy iron rings on the headboard and posts, before I shoved her facedown on the bed and held her there.
“Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my cock in your tight butch pussy.”
She shook her head and I squeezed harder, pushing my thigh between her legs.
“Say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you, to let you lose control.”
“I’ve never had a cock,” she whispered, her eyes tightly shut. I could hear the fear in her voice and I knew what it cost her to admit it.
Goddamn. A virgin butch. I swallowed hard and tried to control the waves of lust swamping me. I wanted her, and I was going to have her. But she’d have to be dripping wet for me to get my seven inches inside her, since I didn’t have anything smaller in the house.
“Then let’s fix that, shall we?” I pulled her up, then pushed her to her knees. “What’s your safeword?” I asked, unbuttoning my jeans slowly, stroking the length of my cock as she watched, transfixed.
“Berry.”
“Do you understand when to use it? That it’s when you really can’t take any more, or really don’t like whatever I’m doing?”
She nodded and flicked an irritated glance up at me. “I know what a goddamn safeword is. It’s not like this makes me some kind of fucking untried femme.”
I threw my head back and laughed, and grabbed her by the back of her neck to shove her face against my crotch. “Okay, okay.” I took the cock out of my jeans and slid the tip over her lips. I could feel her reluctance, her head straining against my hand.
“Show me wha
t you like your femme to do. Show me how you like your cock sucked, baby.”
That’s all it took. She opened wide and took it in, sucking it like a pro, her cheeks pulling as she sucked hard and long in deep strokes. I moaned and eased my grip on her head as she sucked me off. I watched as the flesh-colored cock slipped in and out of her rosy red mouth, her pink tongue circling it, licking it, her hand holding the base hard against my clit. Before she could make me come I pulled her head back, making her stop.
I caught my breath for a moment and let her catch hers too. I could see the uncertainty still lingering in her eyes, the sudden realization of what she was doing beginning to overwhelm her. Before it could take over, I pulled her to her feet and bent her over the bed. I made quick work of her jeans, pulling the black leather belt from them and grinning as goose bumps appeared across her skin at the sound. She kicked off her boots and I yanked her jeans from her legs, keeping her moving to keep her from thinking. I threw her black CK boxers to the floor and nearly fainted at the smell of her arousal.
I knew what she was feeling. My first time under another butch I fought like a demon. I wouldn’t give up the control I’d fought so hard to keep in place, but once I started coming under her relentless tongue, I knew she had given me a gift. Even butches need emotional and psychological release. And sometimes we can get it easier from a butch who understands that, than from a femme who might see it as weakness. I was going to show this hot young butch what it meant to let go. I palmed her dripping wet pussy and felt her tense. Slowly, gently I began teasing her clit until she relaxed under the palm I held against the middle of her back.
Her juices filled my hand and she began to writhe against my palm. But I wanted her wet, not coming. Not yet.
“Tie me down.”
“Oh no, little butch. You’re going to give this up freely, not because I make you.”
She groaned into the bedcover as I slid a finger inside her. God she was tight. For a moment I worried about hurting her, but when she suddenly arched and came hard in my hand, all thought left my mind.
I pushed her onto the bed. “Undress.”
Without a word she pulled off her shirt and sports bra. But she wouldn’t make eye contact, not after coming in another butch’s palm. I stripped off my clothes, leaving on my black sports bra and boxers, my thick cock hanging out the front, ready to plow into her. I watched as her eyes slid over my body and then looked away, her jaw working again in obvious fear and confusion.
“Lie back.”
She did, but her body was tense again. With an internal sigh, I slid down between her legs. At the first touch of my tongue I knew she would want to bolt, so I hooked my arms under her slim, tight thighs and held her to my face.
Butch or femme, andro or tweener, this one spot we all have in common. And while us butches might not let our lovers play with it very much, god it feels so good when it happens. She cried out and pushed against my face as my tongue slid over her large, pulsing clit. Her hands wrapped in the sheets and she pulled at them frantically. I stroked her until I felt her body tense with lust instead of fear and then really began to suck her off, taking her clit between my teeth, licking it, biting it, drawing it deep into my mouth. Her low-throated moans turned to curses as I kept stopping just before she could come. Suddenly I stopped and moved on top of her. Getting a gentle but strong hold on her wrists and pinning them above her head I whispered, “Breathe,” and then pushed my cock into her in one long, deep thrust. I felt the brief barrier give way as she shouted and strained against my hold on her.
I waited until she opened her eyes again and then began a slow, deep rhythm, the oldest one in creation. Well, with a bit of imagination thrown in, anyway.
She relaxed and began moving against me, under me, and I let go of her wrists. She raised her knees and I groaned as I went even deeper inside her, listening to her wetness mix with mine as I began to truly fuck her. There is nothing like a tight butch pussy riding a thick butch cock. The thought alone nearly shoved me over the edge, but I wanted more.
When I pulled out she gasped and tensed again. Her eyes were glassy and she looked high. I knew the feeling, and I knew she was about to get much higher.
“On your stomach.”
She tensed again and began to shake her head.
I grabbed her ankles in my hands and twisted, forcing her onto her stomach. In the blink of an eye I had her arms behind her back, and had wrapped bondage tape around her wrists.
“You wanted to be tied, little boi? You’ve got what you want. Now it’s my turn.”
I picked up the belt I’d taken off her pants, wrapped it around my hand and lightly slapped her thighs with it. I grinned as she jumped at the contact and then began whipping her with it in earnest, from the dip of her knees to her lower back. Each strike turned her beautiful pale skin sunset pink and made me hotter and hotter. When her yells turned to moans and then to soft whimpers as I struck harder and harder, I knew she was high enough. I knelt on the bed behind her and pulled her up by her hips. Spreading her asscheeks I poured lube into her asscrack, smearing it liberally in and around her tiny little hole. She began to struggle for real now, trying to shimmy away from me on the bed.
“Oh no, sweet boi. You want this. Do you think I can’t see you dripping for it? You’ll like this, baby boi. Just relax. Or don’t. I’ll like it either way.”
I chuckled cruelly for effect, thinking the whole time how hot she was and how I wanted her to remember this for a long time to come. I slid one finger into her ass and groaned in response to her scream. She was driving me over the edge, and I was going to need to come soon. I fucked her slow and deep with one finger before adding another. She cried out, but pushed back onto my fingers. Oh god. I added a third finger and drove into her relentlessly. Her cries turned into pleas and I twisted and turned, fucked and rammed her sweet, tight ass, watching as her hips slammed back to match my movements. I felt her orgasm building and knew it was time. With no warning I slid four fingers into her swollen wet pussy and continued fucking her ass.
She screamed, threw herself back onto me, and with a hoarse cry she came, her cream squirting all over my hand, her ass and her pussy spasming around my fingers. Her body jerked and arched, and the pillowcase was torn and crumpled in her fists.
We came down together slowly. I gently and carefully pulled out and then rolled her onto her side to give her a break. I went to the bathroom and washed her cream from my hands. I took off my cock and threw it in the tub. While I would gladly ride a femme for another hour, until she begged me to stop, this sweet butch’s pussy couldn’t take it again. She stared at me through vacant, glassy eyes when I came back into the room. I wondered if she had any idea how beautiful she looked. A sweet, lithe young butch, bound, fucked, beaten and satiated. It is good to be reminded sometimes that we still have a soft side. I’d just reminded this one very, very well. Now it was her turn to remind me.
“My turn.”
She moaned as I pulled her to a sitting position. I let her catch her breath before moving her onto the floor, to her knees.
“Make me come. Make me come and I’ll make you so high you’ll take weeks to come down,” I said.
I pulled off my boxers and moved to her face. God yes. There’s so much power in having a butch on her knees, sucking me off. I closed my eyes and let my head drop back. I rested my hands on her head as she began to lick me, timidly at first and then with growing confidence as I made the noises she was used to getting from any woman. She licked and sucked at my clit like an old pro. Her teeth grazed it and then bit down on it, and that was all it took. I held her face tightly against my pussy and came hard, riding her mouth for all it was worth until every last bit was gone.
I sagged against the bed, still holding her head in my hands.
Staring down at her, I could see the surprise and realization in her eyes. It felt good to make another butch come. It was powerful to make another butch lose control and give it up. Gathering the
last of my energy I picked her up, threw her facedown on the bed again, and ripped off the bondage tape. I yanked her up by her short hair, pressed her to the bedpost and tied her hands to the thick ring at the top. She was stretched beautifully, her rippled muscles outlined against the hard wood.
I gently touched the three areas of her back I was about to use, and then I began. The flogger slapped each section in turn… shoulder blades, middle back, lower back. Shoulder blades, middle back, lower back.
Over and over again, harder and harder, until I was putting my back into the swings and she was writhing and shouting, her back arching to meet every stinging stroke. When her back was a beautiful crisscross of red welts and stripes, some opening slightly to reveal tiny droplets of blood, I dropped the whip and pressed my body against hers. She screamed at the sudden pressure but relaxed quickly against me. Reaching between her legs I pushed two fingers into her tightly swollen pussy and fucked her, slow and gentle, deep and firm. I took her, made her let go in that instant, and as she came hard against my hand, her arms straining against the bedpost, I felt the last vestige of her control leave.
She rode my hand for an eternity, her orgasm coming in sweeping, intense waves. I rode them with her, my face pressed to the hot welts on her back, my other arm draped tightly around her waist, holding her to me, grounding her. When she finished, spent, tears rolled slowly down her face. I knew those tears. They’re the tears of relief, of release, of resurrection. They are the tears that come when you have let go so completely, and you’re still safe, still you.