by Mira Paul
“Stroke your clit for me, slut. You may come as many times as you like, just do not make a sound.”
I could feel the blush begin, heat racing up my skin as I reached for my clit under the table. I was sure everyone could hear the rings on my cuffs moving as I stroked myself. I gritted my teeth as I came, and could feel tears form as I continued to stroke helplessly. I came two more times before coffee had been drunk, and she told me to stop, that dinner was over.
I was so hungry to be fucked I would have gladly bent over in the lobby just to feel something inside me. Sir took me to the public play space and detached my cuffs so she could put me in the sling. She clipped the cuffs to the sling and there I was, exposed. My skirt had ridden up and I was spread wide, aching to be plundered. I felt so empty. She stepped back to look at me and shook her head, pulling out her pocket knife. She cut off the shirt, exposing my tits and belly, then stepped back. It still wasn’t right. She pulled out that very same lipstick and wrote across my broad belly. I couldn’t see it, and I was stuck; there was no way for me to maneuver to read it.
She pulled her belt from her pants and stepped back, laying sting in waves along my upper thighs. She tapped my cunt with the belt and I yelped. Sir reached for something from her bag, fumbling with it, then placed it at the mouth of my cunt.
“Please, Sir,” I whimpered.
“My slut wants to get fucked, mmm? Not just yet. Don’t you want to know what’s written across that gorgeous big belly of yours?”
I nodded.
“It says, ‘I am a slut. Please fuck me.’ That’s what you need, isn’t it? To be fucked? By me, by my friends. That’s what you love, to be spread wide and fucked. Say it for me, and I’ll fuck you, slut.”
She teased around my opening as she talked. I was holding my breath. She had actually done it. The fantasy I’d had for years. It was going to happen that night. I couldn’t believe she had done it. She pinched my nipple, jolting me out of my reverie.
“I won’t fuck you till you say it, slut.”
“Please, Sir. I am a slut. Please fuck me, Sir. I am your slut. Please, Sir. I need to get fucked. Please fuck your slut.”
The baton slid in. It was cold and excruciatingly hard. My cunt contracted around it, and it was so unforgivingly, amazingly hard. So hard it ached. Once it was in deep, she kept it still.
“You don’t even need a dick or a hand to come around, do you, slut? You’d come around anything as long as it was hard and deep, wouldn’t you? All right then, slut. You may come as much as you want tonight, as long as you make it loud.”
“Oh God, Sir,” I moaned as I came. “It’s so hard, Sir.”
“Yes it is, slut. That’s right. And it’s just the beginning.”
She thrust it into me and I came again, screaming for her, and it was still there, relentless, so intense that I began to cry.
“That’s my slut. Cry for me. That’s my good slut. Look up and see.”
I did. There he was, the sexy man I had seen earlier with the vampire teeth. He growled in my ear and I came again, moaning. He had metal claws on his fingers and they traced over my skin. My eyes locked on his as he played me with them, watching me tremble. The baton slid out of my cunt and I whimpered as he moved towards my feet. His claws traced my thighs, ripped my fishnets, my cunt spasming, empty. Sir was at my ear, her hand stroking my hair.
“Tell him,” she said.
I couldn’t. I shook my head, my eyes closed, trembling at the sensations his claws were invoking. His teeth sank into my thigh and I came, screaming.
“Tell him, or he won’t fuck you,” she said.
I choked on shame as I met his eyes. They looked even more predatory. I felt so naked. I took a deep breath. He took out his cock, and it was beautiful. He put on a condom. I could do this.
“I am a slut. Please fuck me,” I said softly.
He rammed into me. His cock was large and pulsing and so alive. My cunt clamped down and he groaned in response. He bent over and drove his teeth into my neck as he shoved into me. I was coming in waves. It was one big circuit between his teeth and my cunt, building bigger and bigger. He lifted up and glided his teeth down to worry my nipple. I came hard, milking him as he growled. It went on forever, it seemed, until he raised his head and slipped out of me.
He moved to stand on my side next to Sir and I felt a slick finger teasing my ass. I looked up and the bear was grinning at me. He was sliding fingerfuls of lube into me and stretching my ass with two fingers.
“Are you going to say it for me, hmm?” he said, his voice lilting. “Are you an ass slut? I bet you are.”
He winked at me as his delicious fingers enticed me. I could see his boy stroking him, keeping his dick hard. It suddenly didn’t seem so serious. I looked up at Sir and she was smiling. The butch-femme couple approached, big grins on their faces. I was surrounded by smiling people, all delighted for the opportunity to fuck me. A weight lifted and the words came easily.
“I am an ass slut. Please fuck me,” I said.
“I thought you might be,” he quipped, and they all chuckled.
He gripped my hips, and eased into my ass. He felt amazing. The vampire leaned in and nipped at my neck. The femme stroked my thigh as her boy took my nipple in her mouth. The bear’s boy fondled my other thigh. Sir leaned in and kissed me. I was surrounded by joy as I came. It rippled through me as the bear fucked my ass, and I could feel it gather in my stomach as it ramped up. He pulled out and gestured to his boy, as he moved up, taking off the condom and putting on a fresh one that smelled like mint. He slipped into my mouth at the same moment his boy entered my ass. He held my head still and they fucked me together. I came, screaming and gagging around his cock as it rammed into my throat. My nipples were pinched, hands stroked my skin. I was covered in sex, dripping with it, on display for all. I joyously thrust back against the cock reaming my ass. I felt so lucky. The orgasm washed over me as it built and built and I began to fly, weightless, soaring on pleasure.
The bear pulled out of my mouth and I could feel myself begin to laugh as my cunt closed on air and my ass clamped down on his boy’s dick. I was surrounded by laughter; we were all laughing as we fucked and kissed and stroked. Everyone was touching and I was the conduit for all that energy, all that connection. Across gender, across orientation, we were sharing pleasure and joy and love.
“I am a slut! Please fuck me!” I shouted gladly for the whole room to hear as the bear’s boy slipped out of my ass.
The femme pulled off her nails and slid on a glove, lubing it up. She stroked the edges of my cunt, teasing me with a grin, then pushed three fingers right in. She leaned in and blew air right onto my clit, smiling as she felt me contract around her fingers. Her thumb reached up to stroke me and I came right there, moaning loudly.
“Yes!” I yelled.
She eased four fingers in, no problem now. That insistent rubbing built, concentrating in my sternum, as she twisted her fingers, spreading them. She tucked her thumb in, working with me to slide her whole hand into my cunt. Her boy stroked my clit as she entered me. My breath stopped. I held Sir’s eyes and melted into them, feeling the energy whirl between my breasts. She was reaching right into me, and it felt like Sir reached down to hold her hand inside me, right there at my sternum.
Sir smiled and said, “That’s my good slut.”
I came, grabbing that fist, screaming, tears streaming out my eyes into my ears. Hands held me, I was cradled and safe and so so full. I looked up and the femme was kissing her boy. The vampire was smiling at me and stroking his cock. The trans boy was licking the bear’s nipples. Sir smiled proudly down at me and said, “I am so lucky to have you as my slut.”
Her hand began to move inside me and the intensity grew in my chest. I could feel her pulsing, moving so big inside me. It was suddenly too much, and my leg started cramping. She eased out and I was taken down slowly, allowed to stretch. They took me to a nearby futon. The femme’s boy was sitting there, her cock ou
t, waiting. They seated me upon it, facing the room. She was packing a long, thick dick and it reached into me, pressing insistently against my cervix as I squirmed on it. Her hands reached around to pinch my nipples and her mouth licked and bit at my neck. I writhed on her dick. It was so long, so relentlessly there. My muscles were exhausted. I was too tired to lift up, just stuck there, impaled on her cock.
Sir pulled out her dick and teased my mouth. I wanted her inside me more than anything.
“Say it for me,” she said.
“Please fuck me, Sir. I am your slut, Sir. Oh God, please, Sir. Please fuck my mouth, Sir. I’m your cocksucking slut, Sir. Please, Sir. I am your slut, Sir.”
She slapped my cheek with her cock.
“Tell me that again.”
“I am your slut, Sir.”
“Tell me that you are proud to be my slut,” she insisted.
I came, riding the boy’s cock, squirming, moaning. Her hands began lift my hips, thrusting me onto her, moving me as she growled.
“I am proud to be your slut, Sir, Please fuck your slut, Sir,” I moaned.
Sir grabbed me by the hair and rammed her cock into my mouth. I gagged and she kept fucking me, smiling down at me, telling me to choke on her cock. Helpless, I was filled, my mouth moved by Sir for her pleasure, the boy moving my cunt to please herself. I flew higher, holes filled, senses overwhelmed, proud to be exactly who I am. Her slut.
Later, my mouth on her boot, belly on the floor, surrounded and stroked by those who helped her fuck me, I tasted my own come on the leather and was certain I got exactly what I asked for, precisely what I wanted. I lifted my head and smiled up at her.
“That’s my good slut,” she said gruffly, and stroked my cheek.
I am so lucky to be hers.
Daddy’s Home
by Scarlet Page
Alex pushed open the door to her flat, calling out blithely, “Honey, I’m home!” Tossing her keys and bags onto the entrance table, she made her way into the kitchen, from which the smell of something wonderful filled the house.
She walked into a cramped, but not uncomfortable, kitchen where her girlfriend was busy chopping and dicing. Selene turned, causing her dark hair to ripple around her shoulder delicately, and smiled up at Alex with her purple pouty lips. “Hi, gorgeous.” She grinned. “You’re just in time to help!”
Though they’d only been living together six months, Alex and Selene had settled into a type of harmony that often took other couples many years to build up. It helped that they each pursued their own interests while being supportive of each others’. And it didn’t hurt that they explored their dark sides together. In fact, it was what Alex was sure had been missing in every relationship she’d ever had before. Raw honesty like that was surely the strongest aphrodisiac.
Alex shrugged off her suit coat, hanging it over a chair at the table, and approached Selene with fire in her eyes. “Just what do you need my help with, little girl?” she purred and pinned Selene against the kitchen counter with her hips.
Selene smiled but tried to wriggle away. “I’m making dinner, you.”
Alex grinned and trapped her with arms shaped by years of push-ups. “I know, but I’ve been thinking about you all day long.” She breathed the last few words into Selene’s delicate seashell of an ear.
Pleased and flattered, Selene stopped wriggling and put her arms around Alex’s shoulders. “And what have you been thinking about doing to me?”
Alex didn’t respond, but instead pressed her lips to Selene’s again and again, until their mouths and tongues formed a conversation of their own. She let her body tell Selene of her want, pressing against her lover so Selene could feel her nipples pressing against her bindings and her shirt as if to reach her. Only when Alex felt Selene’s body responding more urgently did she break away, palming her lover’s chin.
“I want to tie you up and make you come.”
Selene’s eyelids half shut as she bit her lip and shuddered. “Oh, yes, please.”
Minutes later, Alex was stripped down to her bound breasts and panties, which were covered by a leather harness holding her favorite dildo. She was also wearing the elbow-length gloves she always wore during rough play, just because. She pulled out the lengths of rope kept neatly in their closet for occasions such as these, and took them with her to the bed where Selene sat, still clothed with a bright splash of ruby lipstick now perched on her pouty lips.
“Stand up for me,” she ordered, gently pushing Selene’s butt towards the edge of the mattress.
Selene hopped up and spun around on her toes, grinning.
“Take your clothes off for me.”
Selene moved to comply, unbuttoning her polka-dot blouse to reveal a simple white bra supporting her ample chestnut bosom. Turning again, she zipped down her skirt and pulled it down while she bent over slowly to display her white knickers.
Alex crossed her legs and placed a hand on her groin, partially cupping the dildo so it pressed against her pussy lips. She raised her eyebrows at Selene’s turned, inquisitive head as if to say, “Get on with it, then!”
Selene smiled and faced back away from Alex, dropping her hair like a curtain across her shoulders. She reached back to unclasp her bra, slowly turning back around so when she dropped it, her erect nipples and large breasts gleamed in front of Alex. It put Alex in the mind of two enormous harvest moons, and she feasted her eyes on the gentle curves Selene formed so effortlessly.
“Now your panties,” Alex said, signaling Selene with a nod. She responded by hooking her thumbs into the waistband and shimmying gently back and forth until she’d dropped them down to her knees, where they fell to the floor of their own accord.
Standing, Alex crossed the few feet to her lover, rope in hand. She cupped Selene’s heart-shaped face in her hand and kissed her lightly on the nose. “Kneel for me.”
Selene got down gingerly and once she was situated, looked up at Alex’s dildo, then her eyes, with grinning expectation. Alex couldn’t help grinning back. She loved moments like this where they connected just through joint anticipation—it was almost as enjoyable as mutual orgasms.
Still grinning, she began to wave the dildo back and forth in front of Selene’s lips which were perfectly outlined in ruby red lipstick. “Open up, little girl!” Selene dutifully closed her eyes and opened her mouth in a perfect O, and Alex slid the tip of her dildo in, allowing Selene to take it over with her lips and tongue.
“But,” Alex warned, tapping the tip of her index finger on Selene’s nose, “don’t muss that lipstick!” Selene nodded as well as she could with a mouth full of dildo.
“Now, hand your wrists up here,” Alex demanded, planting her legs so Selene’s attentions wouldn’t push her backwards. Again, Selene complied quickly, both in eagerness and obedience, awkwardly twisting her shoulders so she could reach her hands up behind her back and still suck Alex off.
Alex bound her wrists together with a few practiced motions, then allowed Selene to drop them behind her. She bent down over Selene’s back, shoving her dildo deeper into her mouth, and slipped the remaining length of rope between Selene’s buttocks. Standing back up, she gently but firmly pushed Selene backward by her jaw until she was sitting on her heels. Alex lifted her to standing with a strong arm, and brought the rope up to Selene’s torso, binding her breasts between the remaining rope until they stood out thickly from her chest, turning a bit purple from the constriction. Selene winced at the ropes cutting into her cunt and chest.
“Does that hurt too much, little girl?” Alex crooned.
“No, it hurts just right, I think,” Selene replied, standing straighter in an attempt to find a more comfortable position.
“Aww, you don’t look very comfortable,” Alex teased her. “Maybe I can find some way to distract you…” And she took Selene’s erect nipples in her fingers and squeezed gently, eliciting a gasp from her lover. Selene both loved and hated having her nipples played with, as they were so sensitive. Alex
didn’t torture her by playing with them much, but today, she’d decided, was different.
After several minutes of nipple tweaking, Alex took Selene’s breasts into her mouth one at a time, massaging them gently with her tongue and allowing Selene to relax while she focused on more than the nipples. She held Selene by the arms as she did this, allowing the girl to lean back and be supported in her lover’s arms. Gently Alex swung them around so Selene was facing the bed and, mouth still to her breast, dropped them down onto the soft mattress.
Covering Selene’s body with her own, she kissed her way up her chest to her neck and all around her face, except her lips. “Time for clothespins!” she announced blithely, enjoying the half-faked, half-real look of terror that Selene instantly adopted.
“No, not the clothespins!” she pleaded. “I’m so sensitive!”
“I know,” Alex growled. “That’s why it’s so much fun.”
Twisting Selene’s right nipple between her thumb and index finger, she tugged up and clasped the clothespin directly under the nipple. Seconds later, she had done the same with the left nipple. Selene’s wincing face and awkward wriggling displayed her discomfort.
“You’re going to come with those on, you know,” Alex stated matter-of-factly.
Selene, already tearing up, replied, “I don’t think I can.”
“Then I’ll just have to help you.” Alex knelt by the side of the bed and pulled Selene to her so that the girl’s calves hung off the bed. This was the moment Alex always cherished the most: the moment where Selene’s submission was fervently anticipating pleasure, but still anxious and a bit frightened. She loved how Selene wanted her reassurance and her control. She loved knowing the trepidation would once more turn to ecstasy under the guidance of her strong, sure hands.
She scooped up Selene’s ass into her hands, lifting and tilting her pelvis so it was at the perfect height to press her face into. With a thumb, she hooked aside the rope that ran between Selene’s legs, exposing her delicately trimmed pubis and thick clit.