by Robin Fate
“Please,” I moan.
“Please what?” He asks, even though he knows perfectly well what I am asking for.
“Please, untie me,” I beg. I need to touch him. He reaches over my head and releases my bonds, then does the same to my ankles. His arm moves under my body and he flips us over, so I am on top. I sink down onto his cock; I love the feeling of him deep inside of me.
He reaches up and slides two fingers into my mouth; I automatically begin to suck. He thrusts them gently in and out of my mouth before removing them and pressing them against my clit. I grind down onto him and then, slowly, begin to move up and down on his length. His eyes go directly to my breasts, watching as they bounce with my movement. I am obsessed with watching him watch me. I feel powerful knowing that I can make him come undone.
His hand connects with my bare ass, as if to remind me who is really in charge here. The sound of the smack reverberates around the room. The pain adds to the pleasure. I moan at the feeling. It is like nothing that I’ve ever experienced before. Smack. Again, his hand connects with my ass, but this time on the other cheek. I bounce slightly harder, needing more friction.
“You like that, don’t you?” I can hear the grin in his voice.
“Oh yes.” His hands move from my hips to the flesh of my rear and he squeezes. Hard. It is a different sensation from the spanking, but still a mix of pleasure and pain. He holds me down on his cock so I can’t move up and down. I frown at the loss of movement. “That’s mean!” I give him puppy-dog eyes, hoping that that will be enough for him to give me what I want. “More, please.”
I feel the movement before I recognize what is happening. Brian flips me over again, his cock still deep inside me. He is on top now and he grabs my wrists and pins my hands over my head. He begins thrusting again, rapidly, and ceaselessly. My legs wrap around his waist as he pounds into me. He readjusts his hands so he is holding me down with one strong arm. He slides his fingers into my mouth again. My eyes flutter shut as an orgasm hits me, shaking my body to the core.
I feel my inner muscles clamp down on his cock. His hand leaves my wrists, but I keep my arms in the same position. His hand comes down on the back of my thigh and I thrust up against him, wanting desperately to give myself another orgasm. He helps me along by grinding down against my clit. “Good girl,” he whispers as he presses his body fully against mine. “Come for me.”
The feeling of my inner muscles clamping down on his cock drives him to orgasm as well. He grinds against me drawing yet another orgasm from me as he releases his load deep inside of me. He rolls off of me and comes to his knees.
He rolls me onto my stomach and presses a quick kiss to each ass cheek. “All better now.” He rubs the redness away and then rolls me over. He grins before he pulls me closer to his body. “We should do this again sometime.”
I laugh and tuck my head against his shoulder.
“Absolutely.”
The Mechanical Bull
Three shots in and the room was buzzing while Kate ran her hands through her long black hair and up and down her midriff. She could tell more than one was watching her in this tiny hole in the wall. There were unshaved beards, long, unwashed hair, stained T-shirts and ancient baseball caps all turned her way.
The dive bar was nasty, but the drinks were cheap and she knew if there was one place she could come to get attention, it would be here.
The twanging redneck singing about honky-tonk stopped for a moment as she rushed up to the bar, slammed her jack and coke, and ordered another shot.
She eyed her drink for a second, slammed it, and sat at the bar to check out her prospects. The place really didn’t have much to offer in the way of men. There were husky types, bearded types, and hicks that never got into the military. They’d probably cream themselves in the first few seconds with her.
She decided to have a little fun. She might as well let off some steam. There was a cordoned-off mechanical bull in the corner and nobody ever really used it. It was dusty and clanked around. She asked the bartender for the keys to the bullpen and he could barely contain his smile. Everyone tried the bull when they really went for it, and everyone got thrown off.
Kate didn’t care. She just wanted to see the looks on bearded faces when her tits bounced up and down in her shirt. She knew how to ride the bull. She’d done it before. She might even get away with staying on the whole time. The way she staggered over to the massive beast, though, she doubted she’d have much luck with that.
The men smirked and talked amongst themselves. Most didn’t even try to hide their glances at this point. She was the talk of the bar this evening, and why not? She was the prettiest thing the place had ever seen.
Kate opened the gate, climbed the beast, and stuck in some quarters.
She lurched forward and held on tight.
The reigns were dusty and lacked grip, but she managed to hang on. Almost immediately, the force of the bull caused her blouse to unbutton another notch. Things were about to get naughty, but she didn’t care. That was the point, wasn’t it?
A few seconds later, her blouse burst open, exposing her black lace bra to everyone in the room. A mix of embarrassed and proud, Kate hung on for dear life. Eventually, she lost her grip on the reigns and was flung over the side, landing with her blouse open. Good thing she wore a bra.
Looking up to regain her bearings, she saw a pair of black cowboy boots. They were attached to a pair of piercing blue eyes with lean muscles and a crew cut. The man looked away from chatting with his friend and smiled.
He helped her up and said, “Hey now, you alright?”
She smiled and brushed the sawdust off her top then looked into his eyes. It took far too long before Kate realized her blouse was still open. She buttoned up, laughing nervously.
He smiled and so did she.
“I’m Sam, and this is John,” Sam introduced his friend.
There was a haze of tenderness between the two of them. Perhaps this place was worth more than she thought. He turned back to his friend and whispered something in his ear before the three of them made their leave to the front of the bar for a quick smoke.
Sam had his arm around John’s shoulder, which somehow seemed a little… strange to Kate. After a moment passed, she thought nothing of it.
Sam and John talked for a moment until his friend finally said, in a thick accent, “We want to fuck. Both of us.”
Kate was shocked at the offer.
She looked down for a second and thought about it. She’d never had two before, but… why the hell not?
They made their way in a four-door pickup truck to a massive trailer on the outskirts of the city. The men sat together, eyeing Kate like she was dinner.
She eyed him and saw his cock was rock hard when they left the truck. Sam led her into a sparsely furnished living room. She sat on an old couch and prepared for what was about to happen.
Sam unbuttoned his shirt and showed a smooth chest with fierce muscles. John stuck his hand down Sam’s pants and squeezed his cock while he rubbed himself against Sam’s perfect butt.
Holy fuck, Kate thought to herself.
She was immediately wetter than a waterfall.
Kate felt herself getting hotter and stuck her hand down her pants. She squeezed her clit as Sam reached out and started taking her dress off. Sam squeezed her hard nipples as John continued to rub Sam’s cock.
She stood up and Sam’s perfect lips enveloped her own. John gripped Sam’s cock and positioned it between Kate’s legs. Teasing, he guided Sam’s cock up and down Kate’s pussy lips.
“Oh my god,” Kate gasped.
She took off her panties and started rubbing her clit.
“You want to fuck me?” Kate looked up at him.
“I need to fuck you,” Sam responded.
“Well, you’re going to have to beg for it,” Kate teased.
She strode around to John and reached around to grab his firm cock and place it near Sam’s tight butt. Before
sticking it in, she gave it a quick lick and suck to make sure it was rock hard.
“You like that?” Kate asked.
Both men nodded in agreement.
She spun around to the front of Sam, dropped down to her knees, and took his firm cock in her mouth.
After a while, Sam stood her up, spun her around, and stuck his dick in her wet pussy. He started pounding her from behind as she screamed in ecstasy. Sam looked her in the eye and started attacking her mouth with his own until Kate felt like begging herself.
“Fuck me harder!” she cried.
John pulled out of Sam and positioned himself behind Kate.
“Are you ready for this?” John asked.
“Please! Please fuck me, both of you!” Kate screamed.
John stuck it in her right away and started pounding her intensely like he was hammering a nail. He filled every inch of her and screamed the entire time. He loved every second of it, and so did Sam.
She could feel the pleasure building into one intense crescendo of passion as both men filled each of her tight holes. The bursts of ecstasy flowed in time with their breathing. Their hearts beat as one.
Kate was screaming with pleasure. She erupted like a volcano as she felt hot bursts enter her simultaneously from both the hard throbbing cocks inside her. This was an incredible feeling.
They collapsed on one another, and lay there the whole night.
Taking His Wife
Larry is one of the scum-bucket day-laborers at work. He has the manners of a pig and the face of a walrus. I hate him to the point where even his smell makes me feel like I have been infected with some sort of disease. I can’t stand the way he walks, moves or talks. I hate him with a passion and I hate the fact he has such a sweet, tender wife. We had the chance to chat occasionally, girl on girl, and I really liked her.
He clearly trapped her whilst she was in her early teens, and as soon as she was eighteen, he pushed her down the aisle and locked her down as a housewife. Now he’s working on getting her knocked up to lock her in and throw away the key. He is ruining her and she is too delicate and sweet to realize it.
Larry’s wife is eighteen years old, but she looks and acts like a naïve fifteen-year-old. She trusts her scumbag husband so much despite the fact that he cheats on her constantly. She sits across from me right now in her own living room as I explain the things he has done with other women at work. Even as I am saying it, I am sure she doesn’t believe me.
After a while, she starts crying and rushes upstairs to the bathroom. I give her a few minutes and walk in. She has washed her face, but managed to get water all over herself. She keeps apologizing, so I tell her it is okay. We move to the bedroom and I suggest she gets changed out of her wet clothes. She feels a little embarrassed as she takes off her clothes, but I reassure her.
She blubbers as she stands there in her panties and bra, looking for a change of clothes. I embrace her, to comfort her, but she looks uncomfortable. I lead her to the bed with soothing words and hold her. As we sit on the bed, I lean her back and kiss her as she lays there.
She is shocked and a little scared, her face blushing and unsure. I reach down and slowly begin to slide off her panties, giving her every opportunity to pull away. I can tell she needs this as much as I do.
Her skin is so soft and supple. Her bottom looks like a pair of peaches, and her legs are sleek, toned and slender. She breathes heavily as I embrace her on the bed. I move my head closer to steal another kiss, but she pulls away and resists.
I move over to lie on top of her.
Her eyes catch mine again. She whimpers, “I don’t know about this.” I move away and lie beside her, on my side. And I move my moist-pouting lips towards hers, but only halfway—I let her close the rest of the distance. And she does. I nuzzle my head into her remarkably smooth and soft neck and kiss her skin with sloppy passion. She lets out a gasp and continues to breathe deeply as I move my hand around her back and unhook her bra.
I sit up again and straddle her as I remove her bra and run my fingers down her kissable breasts and tight stomach. I move my hands to her panties again and wait, looking into her eyes for any sign of resistance. She gives me a little nod. I lift myself up a little and pull her cream and yellow panties all the way down her slinky and sumptuous legs. I put my hands by her shoulders and lean down to look into her eyes. She starts to speak, but I move towards her ear, breathe a little and give it a titillating lick. Her eyes shine with what looks to me like tears.
She pushes my chest, squashing my boobs with her palms, and I sit up a second before bringing my face close to hers. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” I say, “but just think what your husband is doing right now to the women at work.”
With that, she grabs my hair and pulls me in for a fiery kiss. Her tongue darts into my mouth and her spicy lips caress mine with sexy, wet abandon. She closes her alluring eyes to lose herself in the moment. She kisses without coming up for air, and my pussy grows hotter and wetter, hotter and wetter. Her chest flushes red and small beads of sweat appear on her face, neck and shoulders. I run my fingertips down from her slender neck, over her plump boobs and hard nipples, down her tight abs to her waiting pussy.
The heat coming from her pussy radiates onto my hand as I push my fingers into her wet and inviting vagina. I hear her make a humming moan through her kissing, and I curl my fingers up to tickle her G-Spot. She squirms in jubilant excitement as her wet and tender pussy inflates and lubricates my fingers with warm sticky juice.
I rub harder and she lets out a shallow grumble and moans as she writhes in excitement. Juices gush from her secret areas and she convulses as she lets herself go and cums on my fingers. She takes a deep breath and sighs with a sly smile.
I slowly make my way down to between her unsuspecting legs, stick out my tongue and lap at her pussy. She is shocked and surprised and looks down in delight. I lick and tickle her young and succulent cunt as she moans and smolders over the unfamiliar feeling. Yet more tears fall down her cheeks as I hum and lap her pussy, occasionally stopping to suck her clit and rub her with my fingers.
She breaks into out-and-out tears, whimpering that her husband never does this for her. Her breathing becomes heavier still as if she was giving birth, and she starts to hum and sing as my tongue darts quickly across her clit. The warm metallic taste of her juices dribbles into my mouth as I hound her groin and stimulate her to orgasm. He stomach tenses and her legs straighten, tense and quiver as she recovers from the heat.
I lie there with her for a while and we say nothing. She was so nervous about getting undressed, and yet we lie there for what felt like hours in little more than a scrap of clothing. I finally get dressed. We said very little. I walked down her stairs and towards the door when her husband walked in. I saunter past him and flirtatiously sing, “Bye” as he gazes, confused, at his fresh, young wife.
Strip Poker
I've always been a bit of a tomboy. Who am I kidding? I am a down-and-dirty, in-your-face tomboy trapped in a little girl's body. Now before you guys get all pervy on me, when I say 'little girl' I mean my body has the physical attributes of a 13 year old girl but I'm actually 21 years old (nearly 22-please send birthday greetings and cash if you have extra).
How shall I describe my delectable bod? Slender? Willowy? Nebraska? I better explain 'Nebraska'. That nickname came from one of my three older brothers. We were on a family vacation motoring through the Midwest on I-80. I was about 12 or so and my brothers were mid-teens. They had hormones pulsating off them like radar beams. Whenever they would see a female with any kind of tits, they would poke each other and make a comparison of that woman to a geographic location. You can imagine what 'Grand Tetons' and 'Twin Peaks' looked like.
Anyhoo, back to I-80. A very shapely woman had just walked by our booth during a food and potty break. As a wannabe boy, I wanted my brothers to accept me soooo badly. So I blurted out 'Mount Rushmore'. OMG, you should have seen the food and drink
spewing out of their noses! They were just howling with laughter. I don't know why, but as soon as I joined in the name game they must have thought I needed a little humbling for being the precocious little shit that I was.
After they calmed down, my oldest brother nudged the brother sitting by him, pointed directly at my chest and stated, "Nebraska". The three of them looked at each other and then nearly fell on the floor laughing their fool asses off. I sat up straight, looked from one brother to another, confused about why they thought that was so funny. So being the naïve sucker that I am, I asked my oldest brother what he meant.
He pointed at my chest again, and then pointed out the window toward the vast, flat plains of the state we had been crossing. He was just crying with laughter but managed to choke out, "you are as flat as Nebraska". Needless to say, the boys rode that horse all the damned way to Colorado. I was pissed off at them but a little thrilled that I was included in their high jinks from that moment on. I'm still referred to as 'Nebraska' or 'Cornhusker' or 'Neska' (meaning Nebraska doesn't need a 'bra').
The name my mommy and daddy gave me is Alexis. Thank you my dear rents, because I naturally became Alex for short; a very proper tomboy name. As I've implied, my chest hasn't changed much since I was 13. My dear Mother is the one who graciously termed me 'willowy'. My other female parts have shaped up pretty good due to a lot of sports and girlie hormones. I have an ass and legs that can turn heads if the man doesn't see my front side first. My short, blond hair frames a decent enough face (featuring a smattering of tomboyish freckles across my nose) but I will admit that no movie casting agents have stopped me on the street begging for an audition (at least so far, IMAO). My best facial asset is my smile and blindingly white teeth-I could be the poster child for the orthodontic society. When I smile, my eyes get all scrunchy and some people (my daddy) think it's just ADORABLE.