His Property

Shitless and braless, with my left hand caressing my right breast, he swings open our bedroom door. “Hey, is your hand down your pants? Don’t you remember that you’re not supposed to touch my property without permission?” Luke’s stare burned through me. For fuck’s sake, this was the second time this week he caught me!

”Take your fingers out of your pants, and turn and face the headboard because I want you to think about what you’ve done wrong while you wait for your punishment.” 

I scrambled to my knees, and turned to face the headboard as I was told. My unzipped jeans had been pushed down a bit, but I didn’t dare to touch them. I could feel the sticky wetness on my fingers. I can’t believe he closed the shop early again this week.
Knowing how impatient I can be, he takes his time, far enough out of my hearing range. I could only imagine him in the kitchen making a sandwich and sipping some mango and peach juice, savoring the torture he’d unleash on me soon. Damn him! I almost want to turn around and beg for my punishment, but I know this would only make him take more time to contemplate his next move and my growing concern. After what seemed like all eternity, “Have you thought about what you’ve done and what is about to happen, baby?”

”Yes, Sir. I was a really bad girl and touched your property without asking for your permission first.” Nervously, I chewed my lip. 

”This is the second time in three days we have had this discussion, Eva. I think you need a much more difficult punishment because you don’t seem to understand that you cannot do whatever you wish.” I suddenly wished to be invisible. “Come here.”

My chest tightened as I slowly turned to him. Fuck me, he’s just so sexy. He had taken off his flip flops and was sitting at the edge of the bed. Oh no, his belt was by his side. “You deserve this, now hurry up and get your ass across my lap.” He obviously saw my eyes widen at the sight of his belt. I dragged myself over to him. 

”Look at me.” I lifted my head slowly to meet his hardened stare. He took hold of my hand and guided it up to my mouth. “Taste your fingers.” He pushed my two fingers into my mouth, the familiar taste of my cunt filled my mouth and I let out a tiny moan. Quickly his hand reached up and slapped me in the face. “Enjoying yourself again without my permission? I hope it was worth it, my little whore. Now pick up my belt as you lie over my lap. You’ll put the belt in front of you so you can look at it while I begin your punishment. This will take as long as I please.”

I lay over his lap and placed the well-worn belt in front of me. I swear he had some sort of psychic ability, because he always had the belt on when I was bound for punishment. “Well seeing as you already had your jeans all the way down your ass, we might as well start your punishment with them completely off.” He pushed my jeans down to my knees, as I flicked them away. He ran a finger up my damp panties and sneered, “Oh you were so enjoying yourself weren’t you?” With that, he slapped my ass hard. 

I wasn’t going to give in and start yelling, but with his relentless slaps against my ass I was finding it harder to keep quiet. I bit my lip as he started on my tender spots, but my feet began kicking. This only made him slap harder, “Oww, that hurts. That hurts too much.”

”Baby this is only the warm up, so you better sit tight.” 

”Oww, no, I’m sorry, I really am!” He pulled my panties up into my crack, their wetness rubbed against my swollen clit. 

As much as I hated being punished, it turned me on, wildly. Now I had nothing left to protect my skin from his heavy hands, and he only hit me harder. Then suddenly he stopped. He took hold of my arm and pulled me up and in front of him. “Take off your panties.”

He watched as I gripped the sides and pulled them down to meet the floor. God I was wet. I saw the desire in his eyes as he looked up at me. He reached forward and touched my clit, my instant reaction was to buck against him, wanting his touch. He stood up and slid his fingers over my slit. He took his fingers and rubbed them against my lips, pushing them into my mouth. I greedily sucked against his fingers, tasting myself. His fingers pushed deeper into my mouth almost gagging me. I closed my eyes and let him finger fuck my mouth. I wished it was his throbbing cock. He slapped my face and laughed at the sight of me. I am his whore and I know it. 

”Good girl. Now hand me my belt and bend over the bathroom sink so you can watch yourself in the mirrors getting punished.”

I picked up his belt, and nervously gave it to him. The cold leather was about to be warmed against my already burning skin. I turned and walked into the bathroom, and saw my face in the mirror. He loved to bend me over in there to further humiliate me.

I bent over and looked at him through the mirror. He walked over to me and pulled my hair up, gathering it with a hair tie.”We aren’t going to let your hair get in the way of you watching yourself being punished like the whore you are.”

Bastard. 

I watched as he folded his belt in half and stepped to the side of me, without hesitation he brought the belt down onto me. I jumped and let out a whimper. 

”The more you move the longer this will take, so you better fight to keep still.” I took a deep breath and looked back into the mirror. I watched as the belt came down again against my skin. 

Again and again, he’d whip me on my ass, my back, my thighs. “What were you thinking about while touching my property? Was it me? Was it the thought of me owning you like my own personal whore? Do you need me to fill you with the fear of knowing how easily angered I get because you think you have the right to do as you please? You are my whore. You will be subjected to these punishments at my whim. At any moment I can punish you for the slightest of infractions. It’s my choice.” I felt the tears begin to form in my eyes. “Luke please, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” The tears ran down my face.

”I’m not so sure if you’re telling the truth. I know you are going to be bent over and watching yourself be punished again for touching my property without my permission. Aren’t you?” I bent my head, I knew he was right. 

Without expecting it, I felt his belt slap against my skin. I screamed. “Answer me.” 

”Yes Sir. I can’t help myself. I love touching my cunt when I think of you.” With that he moved forward and lightly ran his finger over my slit. “Mmm…” 

I wanted him to put his fingers inside of me, I needed him to fill me. “All you have to do is ask permission baby and I’ll decide if you have been good enough to allow it.” He slipped his fingers inside of me, a moan escaping my lips as he began to finger fuck me. I rocked against his hand, wanting him deeper. I closed my eyes and let the pleasure engulf me. 

My eyes flew open as he quickly took his sticky fingers out of my cunt and pushed them into my ass. “No, Luke, please!” My eyes pleading with him through the mirror. 

”Now baby, what are you being punished for?” He pushed his fingers further in, as I felt his thick knuckles stretch my hole. 

”For touching your property without permission.” 

”Who’s property?” 

”Yours, Sir.” Again, he pushed against my hole and slipped his finger further into me. 

”That’s right. MY property. Which means this -” He spit on my back, yanked on my tied hair, and pushed his fingers all the way into my ass, probing me, “All mine. Every hole belongs to me. Every. Crevice. Every morsel of you, Baby.” 

I swallowed hard, his fingers stretching my ass. I hated this and he knew it. We often have anal sex after my punishment, and this was humiliation and a warning of what was to come. “Look at me.” He grabbed hold of my pony tail and pulled my head up to meet his gaze in the mirror. “Watch me as I shove my fingers in your ass. You dirty little girl. Look at you with your mascara running down your face and my fingers inside your ass.” 

My heart was racing, my ass cheeks were burning from my punishment and my asshole was being stretched. Yet I could feel my juices running down my thigh. “I’m going to fuck you now. This isn’t for you. You don’t get to cum. If you cum, this punishment will seem like a dream compared to what you will get. Understand me, Eva?”

I gulped as I wasn’t sure I could hold my orgasm. “Yes,Sir.” I replied, doubting myself. With that, he took his fingers out of my ass, and unzipped himself. Fuck he was so hard. 

I reached back and took hold of my burning ass cheeks. With a devilish grin, he looked at me. “Well, I’m not sure I punished you enough, baby. Looks like you enjoyed that. I hope for your sake you can hold back and not cum on my cock.” I whimpered. I wanted to cry. 

He stepped forward and placed his shaft against my dripping cunt. Grabbing hold of my wrists he slammed into me. I couldn’t hold back my scream as he tightened his grip on my wrists, pulling them behind my back. He fucked me hard, his balls slapping against me. I could feel myself tightening around him. No! I can’t cum. I need to please him. My legs started to tremble. Shit. His pace quickened and my ass burned feeling him fuck me. Taking my wrists in one hand, he grabbed hold of my hair and pushed my face into the sink. “Mmm fucking Jesus baby!” He was close to cumming and I was so relieved. I didn’t think he could fuck me any harder, but he thrust deep into me, my tits crushing into the vanity.

Just then, he pulled out of my cunt, spit into my ass crack, and shoved his cock into my asshole. “Mmmm. This is mine. You are mine. I will hurt you as much as I can now.” The pain wrapped around my sphincter, and nearly strangled my very sorry soul. He pounded my ass harder than ever. I was broken and ready for him to put me back together. Finally, I felt his hot load explode inside of me, his cock pushing into me, forcing every drop out of his balls. He exhaled loudly and pulled out his cock. I didn’t move as his cum began to drip out of me. He zipped himself back up. “Now, you stay here while I go smoke a cigarette. I want you to think about this. You obviously need guidance. I had to punish you like the disobedient little whore you are. Any movement and you won’t cum for a month. Do you understand?” 

”Yes, Luke. Thank you for punishing me. I needed it, and I am sorry for disappointing you again.” He flashed his sexy smile.

”That’s my girl.”

What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas

India Rambin was a porcelain skinned beauty with edgy black eyeliner around her smoky grey eyes.

The quiet one of her group of girlfriends on an extended weekend trip in Vegas, she was raised a Mormon in Millcreek, Utah, but lost her faith after her father suddenly died from an aneurysm.

The girls, all married, with kids of their own, have known each other since high school. India is the only one of the five girls who is divorced. Her ex is a cop who drank his way out of the Church and their marriage.

The friends knew that Vegas was a seedy place with lots of sinning to gamble away at what’s left of their sanity, trailing along with the boredom of their lives as dutiful wives and mothers. They promised to keep their actions of the trip a secret from everyone else they knew. A trip like this was already frowned upon in their community, but they toned it down by displaying tickets to some of the popular family shows Sin City has to offer.

While the four other girls were at a show, India remained back at the hotel with a headache. So many months had gone by since her divorce and a full two years since she last had sex, she knew the headache was from pent up sexual frustration. Masturbation wouldn’t extinguish the yearning deep within her soul to be appreciated for her beauty. She was, after all, a good person, a kind person, and had extraordinary eyes that conveyed the deep, rich hues of a distant longing.

Her role as a mother took precedence over her womanly desires. Not until her ex decided to take Kristin, their daughter, away for a week did she feel the ache inside begin to bubble to the surface.

After popping her migraine medication and napping for an hour, she dolled herself up with a sparkly, short black dress she purchased in a shop downstairs on the friends way into the hotel. Rimming her eyes with black eyeliner, she was ready to peruse the casino.

Stepping out of the elevator, she noticed a man, maybe 40 years old, wearing a black Tom Ford skinny suit she’d seen in several magazines. She figured he must be rich and Mr. Handsome wouldn’t care for a former Mormon girl like her. Their eyes locked for a few moments, but India’s shyness kicked in and she looked away. Flustered, she decided to wait for the next elevator so she could head back to the suite.

The man walked over to her as she paced with her head down. Surprised by the tap on her shoulder, she looked up and saw it was Mr. Handsome.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but I have never seen such a beautiful woman before. I should learn to control how I stare sometimes.”

“So there’s been others you’ve stared at then?” India shocked herself at the rudeness of the question that fled from her lips before she even said hello. She felt warmth in her cheeks as her eyes darted down again.

“Maybe at a Ferrari, but not at any woman until you. I swear. My name’s Sean Alton. I’m a tax attorney and on the board of directors for this hotel.” He stuck his hand out as she looked up at him and shook his hand. A firm handshake, it was as near to a man as she’s been since her marriage ended. How she could drown in the ocean of his blue eyes.

“I’m India Rambin. I’m a mom to a beautiful 12 year old girl. I teach basic skills at a community college. Sorry for my rudeness. I’m just getting over a headache.”

The low-cut front of her dress must’ve caught Sean’s eye, as she noticed him peeking down there.

“Have you been into the casino to gamble or try your hand at poker, even?” Sean asked, seeing the flush of her cheeks.

“That’s for people with big money. I’m here with four friends for an extended weekend to see some shows, but my headache stopped me from stepping out this evening.” Excitement colored her cheeks and flicked at her clitoris. She was thrilled he was still standing near.

“So glad you’re feeling better. May I offer a little bargain for you? If you agree, you can watch me play a round of poker in a private room for big money. If I win, I’ll give you all my earnings, that’s $100,000, just for being my good luck charm and allowing me to take you back to my place later to do whatever I’d like with you.” His lips formed a sly smile.

Astonished that she’d be mistaken for a girl like that, but lusting for his touch and the thought of being reduced to a mere poker chip fueled her yearning.

“And what if you lose?”

“I walk you back to the elevator and we’ll never see each other again.”

Without hesitating, she accepted the bargain and walked to the high stakes Texas Hold ’em poker room with Sean holding her arm.

After introducing her to his acquaintances and the dealer in the room, Sean motioned for India to take a seat. Her dress was just distracting enough to cause five of the eight players to quickly fold and lose the chips they put in the pot. Armed with this knowledge, after seeing even the lone female player gaze down the low-cut front of her dress, India would shift around in her seat enough to give a show of her perky breasts. All her workouts paid off and now she’s finally seeing how she’s desired.

With Sean and two other men left in the hand, she felt her hard nipples skim the loose fabric of her dress and her clitoris pang with pleasure at the thought of being so wanted. The idea of exposing herself naked on the table and having the men flick the edges of their cards against her nipples and along her wet slit was causing her to squirm as she rubbed her thighs together trying to disguise her pleasure by giving a peek at her breasts with her every movement.

It was down to Sean and one man now. Not knowing either guy’s hand, and not being able to read their poker faces, India squirmed in her seat as she saw Sean’s last opponent take a look down her dress.

Pushing a pile of chips into the pot, the man went all in. It’s a showdown. The two men each had this glacier to win and in the icy coldness of a thrill, their hands were revealed. Sean’s opponent had 3 aces, three of a kind, but Sean had a full house of 3 aces and 2 queens.

India just made $100,000 and Sean would now have his way with her. She flushed with excitement and nervousness. How she longed to be touched by a man.

Calling his driver, Sean cashed the chips and had a check written in India’s name. Handing it to her, he told her to grab his arm.

“You’re in for the night of my life!” Sean’s icy blue stare brought heat to India’s pussy.

As the driver pulled up to the waiting area, Sean wrapped India’s legs around his waist and hauled her into the car and began ravaging her breasts, exposing them by pushing the dress down her arms. The driver looking only forward, proceeded to drive off.

Motioning India to sit up, Sean told the driver to open the moonroof, then he looked at his beautiful new toy.

“I want you to stand up on the seat with your head out the moonroof, facing the traffic behind us. You will stay that way until I tell you to come back down.” He had an authoritarian tone that turned India on even more.

Standing, yet shaking in excitement and humiliation, on the leather seats, she coyly bloomed through the moonroof exposing her tits to everyone behind them. The warm wind tousled her hair and hardened her nipples as it flicked amongst her skin like the way she imagined the players teasing her with their cards. The public spectacle of her and the flashing lights of the Las Vegas strip had India dripping with pleasure.

This was the night of her life, too!

Then she felt Sean lift her dress and tear off her panties. The sting made her clit pulse harder.

“Heavenly Father,” she panicked, “He now owns my pussy!”

Sean lifted her legs one at a time and placed them over his shoulders. Suddenly, she felt him begin to play with her

aching lips, parting her slick folds with his fingers as he began to engage her sex.

She could hardly keep up, India’s body was flooded with a dirty desire to be used and tossed aside like litter down the Strip.

She was being fondled so intimately that she had to force herself to balance out there above the moonroof, with all the traffic honking their horns and flashing their high beams and the on-lookers walking by shouting obscenities at her. Her inner slut was now the star of a Vegas show.

Recalling the deal they made, Sean could do whatever he wanted and so far he was keeping up his end of the bargain. She was humiliated and a slut for the city to see. Is that what Sean first saw of her as they spotted each other by the elevators?

Then Sean’s mouth on her pussy outshone all of that. India just wanted to cum and then slowly fade away from the scene of the crime.

Licking her fingers to moisten them, she then began rubbing her nipples. The shouts, the laughter, her tears now flowing along with the river of her pussy, she was in agony wanting to cum, but looking like a humiliated whore.

Teasing her pussy, Sean basically forced India to watch the people on the sidewalks and in their cars watch her.

At the moonroof, India was shaking, trying to keep her balance while inside the car, Sean was ravishing her cunt. India had never had a man eat her, as she had only been with her Mormon ex-husband. Sean teased her outer and inner lips with light flicks and licks, again, something she never had before. She was in her glory, but remained a sight for the city to see.

At long last, Sean flicked her clitoris and almost calmed her out of the bundle of nerves she rolled into. With her cunt squirting so much wetness, soaking the bottom of her ass cheeks, she tried to reach a hand onto the wetness to taste her spill, but Sean slapped her hand away.

At a traffic light, India spotted a group of women and was relieved it wasn’t her crew. The women pointed in disgust and called her names she wouldn’t allow her mind to digest.

The cars behind them, speeding up to see the show, must have thought she was just another drunk slut making a fool of herself.

Now, the deep prodding of his fingers pounding the cock-starved depths of India’s pussy sent her body into another convulsion of orgasmic bliss. The moan she had been fighting erupted like the thunderous roll of lava from a volcano. People mocked her as her face contorted as she was cumming. She then felt Sean pull her back down as he slammed his throbbing girth into her soaked pussy. He cried out in God’s name as her stream of consciousness started up.

Remembering how he made her a spectacle, she felt so small as he rammed his cock in and out of her pussy and then finished himself off all over her face. She really was a whore now. A well-paid, well-played harlot.

Sean motioned the driver and in an instant, India was that washed up whore, tossed aside and ready to leave Las Vegas behind. As strangers were pointing and laughing or looking at her with disdain, she decided if her friends ask, she’ll lie and say she tried to drink her headache away in the casino lounge. She went back to the suite and took a long, hot shower. Watching the night flow down the drain, she knew, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

Ryan

You said you want to be a part of my dirty mind. I know you cannot wait to swim laps in the depths of my right brain, and all of its waves of rapidly cresting neurotransmitters.  Unsanctified, amidst a curtain of uncertainty, flows the thoughts of what I would give to do these things with you. I bite my lip. My eyes close. I feel me fervently kissing you, as I tighten every muscle in my body, ready to bear down on the crashing waves of orgasm. I’ll let you clench your fists to control your salacious desires as you wonder, as your mind races, as your breathing shallows for an utterance of my untold want of you. How I will shred you up and throw what’s left into the abyss.

You searched anew, failing to render the reality of my wanting. Was it that I would do such utterly taboo things to and with you? No, that stuff is for poorly written beach-trash novels. I’m just a good girl with good intentions. Dripping hot candle wax on either of us does nothing for the heat of the flame. Oh, you’re about to get flustered and say that I’m too deep and verbose for your  liking, but that’s alright. You’re just the vehicle I use to stimulate the eroticism within me. Let it build so we can collapse in restful sleep only to waken in disbelief and a longing for more.
Without reason for my attraction towards you, save for the way you allow me to wear myself out in my insatiable oral fixations, be it kissing you or going down on you. You’re locked into my sight. Yet, I hadn’t any notion of that until it happened. I guess that’s how it goes. There are undertones when you meet someone and for whatever length of time, minutes or years down the line, they wait to rise, and how they did!
I’m sitting on your sectional couch gulping down a beer to quench my thirst. All the pent up wanting and now I’m here,  and I know exactly what I need. I tell you to shut up because these are my thoughts and I alone control them. I hunger for just a little taste of you, so I motion with my finger for you to come next to me. You oblige and I straddle your lap and encase your face between my hands and our mouths meet. I tease you. I tease me. Just hovering over and around your mouth until the magnetic force pulls us in. I feel your cock pulsing. You want me now, but I’m working the both of us up tonight.
I slide an arm free from the strap of my dress. Your mouth goes straight for my nipple. No. Not now. Pace yourself. Kiss me. Touch me. Let all of your senses work for you. For fuck’s sake, invent new ones! There isn’t a sequacious path to travel about in any form of intimacy. I shriek with the thought of such contrite notions. Do what you want and let go of the order of things. Sure you want to suck my tits, but surprise yourself and forget all order. We may live in a controlled society but sex should be about anarchy.
Anarchy? Yes. Do you even know what that means? It’s not as brutal as you’d expect. We’re not totally unjust or immoral as humans. Surely, there are those who are, but they fall to one side of the bell curve and the righteous fall to the other. Now, sexually, we can plod along in a bored haze by getting through the act, just like the bulk of the sex I had in the past. You’re lucky enough to have me using you as an outlet for my desires.
You gather your thoughts, maybe because I was so blunt in my delivery. I feel your cock get harder. You kiss me with such force. I know I have your attention now, as you, mine. I could write a corny love story with rose petals and candlelight, but that’s not us. This is something that keeps us away from the negative aspects of life. It just feels good. You push me down onto my back and slide the dress strap off my other arm. You kiss me teasingly around my mouth, sucking my pierced tongue. My heart races and I am wet and ready for you way too soon. I do my best to digress. You kiss me down my neck, trailing to my nipples, caressing and teasing one, while sucking the other. Damn, I want to taste how excited you are. I sit up and unzip you. I tell you to take it all off. I want nothing in my way. 
You. You’re mumbling shit I really couldn’t give a shit about. Something about you wanting this. I’m not here for your applause. I’m here because I’ve missed the way you taste and feel. Fucking dammit! I have no luck. I’ve done the love stuff and my God that shit didn’t make the escargot taste any better. Yuck. Now there’s you and I cannot fathom why your cock belongs in my mouth. It. Just. Does.
You are straddling my face. I can tell your reticence in this act. Don’t worry, we’ll have no lovers’ quarrel about disrespect. Save that for whomever your heart thinks it desires. 
You’re mumbling again. This time, I can barely make what you’re saying out. I think you’re liking this too much. I’m certain you found yourself with a new vice. The piercing hinges onto every aspect of your being. Your cock swells upon my tongue. Your precum tastes like the memory of a day I spent alone on the soft, pink Bermuda sand, and the way you’re riding my mouth is like the gentle chop of the clear blue ocean.
You will not cum now. I motion you to sit down on the couch. I straddle you and you are fucking me fast and hard while sucking my tits. My hands are pushing you to keep sucking. I’m not going to cum either. I stop. I move to the floor on my knees and lick what’s strewn all over your cock. I suck you and tease you with my piercing. You coherently moan that it feels so good and you’re not gonna last. I keep pursing my lips and gliding my tongue up and down your cock.  Uh huh. It feels good. I can tell. You say my name after evoking God’s. You’ve cum and I taste what can only be described as you. 
We’re not done. I let you gather your senses. You’re breathing like a human again. I know I have your attention, so I sip some beer (for your sake) and kiss you. Your kisses have gone soft, but I’m going to show you a neat little trick. I straddle you and we continue to kiss. I masturbate while you kiss me. You feel my body tense up and then release as I cum. My breathing is heavy as I take your hand and guide two fingers inside me. I tell you to pace yourself. You know to switch speed in stride with my thrusting. When I feel close, I tell you harder, faster. Cumming like this, no, I’ve never done it. I have now. Still, we’re not done.
We’re on the couch kissing. I can feel in your breath that you’re getting ready for another round. Good boy. I’m insatiable with you. When I’m with you, you’re not you and I’m not me. My mind won’t allow it. There’s a wall that I built to keep us apart from the people we are when we’re not together, and it works well for me. 
No is not going to be part of your sexual vocabulary now. Not with me. So, I’m breaking your rule. I straddle your face and your cock is in my mouth. My clit is still sensitive from cumming before. You are nearly clueless as to what you are doing, so I need to educate you. We sit up and I kiss you. Pay attention. Yes, your cock is rock hard. I know. I’ll get back to that in a bit. The way I’m kissing you is how you need to go down on me. This isn’t tug of war. You aren’t a boxer and my clit’s not a speed bag. Feel the way my tongue is against yours. That. Build. Regress. Build. Regress. Build, build… And when you feel me tremble, you know you’ve got it. Now let’s finish what we’ve started.
This time I motion you on your side i take your cock in my hand and tease you by running my piercing around the head. Damn, your precum tastes so good. I want more. I want more of your tongue circling my clit. My thoughts race as I purse my lips around your cock and trail my tongue along the shaft. Your tongue finally found its way to my sweet spot. I think you like this as much as I do. We’re both thrusting on our sides when I drag you up and straddle your cock. As we’re thrusting, I’m rubbing my clit. I cum hard. It feels so good, as if I’ve turned inside out and back again. You’ve wrung me out and so I return the favor, on my knees, I taste what’s left of us. My dirty mind has come clean.

Caelum

I don’t think love is for me. It seemingly requires one to be overly industrious to attain. If I felt it, it slithered away like a slippery snake that carved a worm hole in forbidden fruit. I suppose I bit off more than I could chew and it left a bad taste in my mouth. My painful past has pinned me, broken pieces and all, down to this belief. Do I need, a good hard fuck, or what? If that’s the question, love couldn’t be the answer.

Then you found me online. I’m another Pearl Jam fan, (“You had me at Pearl Jam” is my little nod to us). I’m another face in the crowd. You came across chill, like the typical Californian dude. We continued to interact a little bit, starring each other’s tweets every once in awhile, yet I thought you kept your distance from me there. It saddened me because I saw how you interacted with other females. I felt less-than. So, I tucked you away and visited thoughts of you and looked forward to the day that you’d see I wasn’t just another avi. Then, through all of my rants, my lewd humor, my poetic endeavors, and my observations, you connected with the picture I posted of a lonely bird without companionship. It was from there we began chatting more, and it was from there that my heart stretched out across the 3000 miles to you. I had seen the fun you had, but in that one moment you showed me a piece of you that made me feel akin to you. I had stared down a few of your pictures and wondered why I felt so much without ever really connecting with you there. You were different than every guy I had ever been involved with in real life or crushed on, online or off. I had no idea why I was attracted to you, save that I saw something as vast as the evening sky in your eyes, as I’d sneak peeks at your pictures. Butterflies flew about in my stomach, and my heart raced as I thought about how I wished you would pay attention to me. You were nothing I had ever wanted, yet somehow all I wanted to be with now. We chatted and aside from our shared love of Pearl Jam, we found common ground in the sky. Miles apart, we were joined by the very same heavens. It became our sky.

So, here we are, after tweets and texts, and facetimes and phone calls, fears and flirts abound, dancing around our feelings, finally bridging the miles and meeting face to face. It’s just before sunset and the beach has emptied out. My hands shake and my throat is dry and my tiny voice seems five sizes too small for a woman my age. I’m anything but confident, but confidently certain that you’ve captured my heart with your gentle kindness and your eyes that remind me of nights spent under the stars wishing for you to notice me.

You hold out your arms and I am home. You envelope my senses. I am lost in between the hands of time with forever being worth the wait as you greet me with the warmth of the sun as it tucks away under a spread of the earliest stars. We’ve yet to kiss as we break our embrace. Nervously, I am chatty and the silly little girl that dwells amongst my dark humor and quiet demeanor acts out to hide the fact that I want you to kiss me. Having never kissed anyone who also has a tongue piercing, the thought of feeling our mouths searching, reaching, clawing for each other’s purpose, each other’s soul is driving me insane. I want you. I want us. I want this because your heart fills mine with joy and I want to connect with that. Kiss me. Enter me. Let all you have and all you want be right here with me. You’ve yet to kiss me, and I haven’t truly listened to any of what either of us has said here underneath our sky. I’m just imagining everything we’re about to do.

Kiss me, dammit! The heavens are shinIng for us. Get on top of me, hold me down and kiss me. Grind into me. Holy shit, just being this close to you turns me on. You’re gonna find out really soon. I know this. When you see that I’m exactly what you need, you’ll need to be inside me. Ok. Ok. We won’t be “fucking.” How could we? No. I want us to forget where you begin and I end. I want you to find forever in my eyes. When you thrust inside me, when there’s nothing in our way, when you’re a part of me and I’m a part of you, and our lovers’ spill isn’t just a dirty thought in my head anymore, then I’ll believe in love. Bring it on.

Eventually, we found our way in the moonlight to a secluded spot on the beach. The sand is powdery soft and your touch gives me goosebumps. You say I’m beautiful. I am adorned by the glow of the night sky and your gaze. You caress my face lightly with your fingertips and pull me into your aura. Our mouths meet ever so slowly, and I’m trembling as our breaths become one. Mark, you’re soon to realize I’m soft and mild as the faint light from the most distant of stars, yet my intensity parallels all of the heavens and surpasses what can be seen. I’ve waited forever for this night and your kiss tells me you have, too.

I pull you on top of me. I see you’re trembling like me. You kiss me again and we know our way. I want us to stargaze a while more, so I pull away. You lie beside me and I tell you the world has faded into the abyss of the starry sky, as your breath comes and goes with mine.

We’re so small in contrast to the sky, and the miles that had stood between us now pale in comparison. I realize this as you get closer to me. You’re pressed up against me, spooning me. I feel your hand glide up the skin of my arm as you find your way into my bikini top. Kissing my neck, you run circles around my nipples and you hear my quiet moans. You tell me you’ve been wanting this moment since the night we first facetimed. I giggle because I was shopping late at Walmart that night to avoid all the snowbirds and the very word snowbird had made you giggle. I had gone into the fitting room and seduced you into masturbating with me. I wanted to watch you and watch you watch me. I’ll never forget the look in your eyes when you came. I told you I wanted to lick your fingers clean. The laid-back Californian in you was gone as you took charge and summoned me to cum forcing me to hear you say how badly you wanted to go down on me. You told me to imagine that you were teasing me by slowing down your pace as you felt me getting closer and then you’d speed up. You told me how good it would feel for me to have your tongue piercing running along my clit. I was wet and so turned on, but I needed you there to finish me off. So, under our sky and on the beach, your hand trailing down my arm and to my bikini bottom, I lift up and you slide it down my legs and toss it aside. Spooning me, you pull my leg over yours and reach in and start rubbing my clit. Soaking wet and aching for your mouth, I pull away and push you on your back. I straddle over your mouth and you reach for my tits. I’ve really come undone here for you. Exposed and unhinged from all that pinned me down, I’m fluttering like a star about to light up the sky. Still, I’ve yet to cum. I want you inside me. I don’t take this lightly, as this isn’t something I do with just anybody. You hold me and feel me shaking. The night tide has created a gentle chill, but no, I’m not cold. I want you. You need to be inside me now. You are ready. I motion you to my mouth. You straddle my chest and I lightly lick the pre-cum from the tip of your cock. You moan. I have you now. I’m running circles around the head of your cock and sliding my tongue up and down the shaft. I feel you tremble. I know you want more. I take you in and my lips and tongue glide upon your cock as I taste your excitement. I pull away and push you inside. I’m on my back but my legs are to my side and you’ve entered me on your knees. I can watch you watch me like this. The sky blankets us with its wondrous light, expansive and all ours. You’re trembling with me. Thrusting hard, our rhythm so in sync, you say you love being inside of me and that I belong to you now. I say you had me at Pearl Jam. Ditto, you say in return. You slow down your pace. My heart is beating so fast. I motion you to my mouth. You kiss me and I tell I want your cock in my mouth so I can taste this love we’ve made. Your cock swells further passed my lips. I feel you edging further into me, I know you are about to cum. You tremble and let our soft moans. Easy now. My delight is in your pleasure. I have you. You’re fucking my mouth and making me so wet. I take my hand and thrust it along with you, up and down, in and out of my mouth. I wrap my lips and hand around your cock and you swell further upon my tongue. My piercing feels so good on your shaft, doesn’t it? You’ve come undone for me. I really have you now. You moan and I feel you cum and I swallow what’s left of this night. You taste so good, mon cheri.

You catch your breath beside me and then you have me on my back. You kiss me and say that since I’ve been a good girl you have a treat for me. I giggle. You stick your finger over my lips. I am silent. You are on your knees and you pick my legs up against your hips and thrust two fingers into my pussy and finger fuck me until I’m right there, where you want me. I’m so close. I’m keeping rhythm with you. You watch me. I’m sure you see that you have me. My legs are shaking. You say not now babe. I digress. You’ve slowed the pace. I can hear you methodically plodding along the course to my further unhinging. I didn’t know there was anything left to abandon for you, but you sensed it. I oblige by allowing this slow, intricate pace you are working on. I’m flustered and embarrassed by how deeply I need you to finish this for me, but you are hell bent on having me expose it all for you. You’re just the vehicle for the abandonment of all that inhibits me from truly being one with you. I ache for just one hard thrust, but you are making me work for every move you make. My heart is pounding. You see me clawing at the sand. I’m bearing down and you feel my pussy tighten around your fingers. Your hand must be drenched. I am begging for you to finish me off, but you deny me. You tell me you can’t wait for me to cum, but you’re barely moving your fingers. I’m confused. You’re making me mad. How can I cum like this? Fuck it! I push you down and get on top of you and you’re so hard. You say yes, babe, and I thrust your cock into my pussy. I lean in and your mouth still tastes like us. You roll us over, and you’re on top of me holding my hands down above my head. You say it’s ok to cum for you now. You thrust hard and fast and I can feel you’re about to cum. My hips in stride, I’m finally free. I’ve cum for you, with you, Mark because I love you. You’ve turned my brokenness into something beautiful. You say you love me, too, underneath our sky.

What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas

India Rose Rambin was a porcelain skinned beauty with edgy black eyeliner around her smoky grey eyes.

The quiet one of her group of girlfriends on an extended weekend trip in Vegas, she was raised a Mormon in Millcreek, Utah, but lost her faith after her father suddenly died from an aneurism.

The girls, all married, with kids of their own, have known each other since high school. India is the only one of the five girls who is divorced. Her ex is a cop who drank his way out of the Church and their marriage.

The friends knew that Vegas was a seedy place with lots of sinning to gamble away at what’s left of their sanity, trailing along with the boredom of their lives as dutiful wives and mothers. They promised to keep their actions of the trip a secret from everyone else they knew. A trip like this was already frowned upon in their community, but they toned it down by displaying tickets to some of the popular family shows Sin City has to offer.

While the four other girls were at a show, India remained back at the hotel with a headache. So many months had gone by since her divorce and a full two years since she last had sex, she knew the headache was from pent up sexual frustration. Masturbation wouldn’t extinguish the yearning deep within her soul to be appreciated for her beauty. She was, after all, a good person, a kind person, and had extraordinary eyes that conveyed the deep, rich hues of a distant longing.
Her role as a mother took precedence over her womanly desires. Not until her ex decided to take Kristin, their daughter, away for a week did she feel the ache inside begin to bubble to the surface.

After popping her migraine medication and napping for an hour, she dolled herself up with a sparkly, short black dress she purchased in a shop downstairs on the friends way into the hotel. Rimming her eyes with black eyeliner, she was ready to peruse the casino.

Stepping out of the elevator, she noticed a man, maybe 40 years old, wearing a black Tom Ford skinny suit she’d seen in several magazines. She figured he must be rich and Mr. Handsome wouldn’t care for a former Mormon girl like her. Their eyes locked for a few moments, but India’s shyness kicked in and she looked away. Flustered, she decided to wait for the next elevator so she could head back to the suite.

The man walked over to her as she paced with her head down. Surprised by the tap on her shoulder, she looked up and saw it was Mr. Handsome.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but I have never seen such a beautiful woman before. I should learn to control how I stare sometimes.”

“So there’s been others you’ve stared at then?” India shocked herself at the rudeness of the question that fled from her lips before she even said hello. She felt warmth in her cheeks as her eyes darted down again.

“Maybe at a Ferrari, but not at any woman until you. I swear. My name’s Sean Alton. I’m a tax attorney and on the board of directors for this hotel.” He stuck his hand out as she looked up at him and shook his hand. A firm handshake, it was as near to a man as she’s been since her marriage ended. How she could drown in the ocean of his blue eyes.

“I’m India Rambin. I’m a mom to a beautiful 12 year old girl. I teach basic skills at a community college. Sorry for my rudeness. I’m just getting over a headache.”

The low-cut front of her dress must’ve caught Sean’s eye, as she noticed him peeking down there.

“Have you been into the casino to gamble or try your hand at poker, even?” Sean asked, seeing the flush of her cheeks.

“That’s for people with big money. I’m here with four friends for an extended weekend to see some shows, but my headache stopped me from stepping out this evening.” Excitement colored her cheeks and flicked at her clitoris. She was thrilled he was still standing near.

“So glad you’re feeling better. May I offer a little bargain for you? If you agree, you can watch me play a round of poker in a private room for big money. If I win, I’ll give you all my earnings, that’s $100,000, just for being my good luck charm and allowing me to take you back to my place later to do whatever I’d like with you.” His lips formed a sly smile.

Astonished that she’d be mistaken for a girl like that, but lusting for his touch and the thought of being reduced to a mere poker chip fueled her yearning.

“And what if you lose?”

“I walk you back to the elevator and we’ll never see each other again.”

Without hesitating, she accepted the bargain and walked to the high stakes Texas Hold ’em poker room with Sean holding her arm.

After introducing her to his acquaintances and the dealer in the room, Sean motioned for India to take a seat. Her dress was just distracting enough to cause five of the eight players to quickly fold and lose the chips they put in the pot. Armed with this knowledge, after seeing even the lone female player gaze down the low-cut front of her dress, India would shift around in her seat enough to give a show of her perky breasts. All her workouts paid off and now she’s finally seeing how she’s desired.

With Sean and two other men left in the hand, she felt her hard nipples skim the loose fabric of her dress and her clitoris pang with pleasure at the thought of being so wanted. The idea of exposing herself naked on the table and having the men flick the edges of their cards against her nipples and along her wet slit was causing her to squirm as she rubbed her thighs together trying to disguise her pleasure by giving a peek at her breasts with her every movement.

It was down to Sean and one man now. Not knowing either guy’s hand, and not being able to read their poker faces, India squirmed in her seat as she saw Sean’s last opponent take a look down her dress.

Pushing a pile of chips into the pot, the man went all in. It’s a showdown. The two men each had this glacier to win and in the icy coldness of a thrill, their hands were revealed. Sean’s opponent had 3 aces, three of a kind, but Sean had a full house of 3 aces and 2 queens.

India just made $100,000 and Sean would now have his way with her. She flushed with excitement and nervousness. How she longed to be touched by a man.

Calling his driver, Sean cashed the chips and had a check written in India’s name. Handing it to her, he told her to grab his arm.

“You’re in for the night of my life!” Sean’s icy blue stare brought heat to India’s pussy.

As the driver pulled up to the waiting area, Sean wrapped India’s legs around his waist and hauled her into the car and began ravaging her breasts, exposing them by pushing the dress down her arms. The driver looking only forward, proceeded to drive off.

Motioning India to sit up, Sean told the driver to open the moonroof, then he looked at his beautiful new toy.

“I want you to stand up on the seat with your head out the moonroof, facing the traffic behind us. You will stay that way until I tell you to come back down.” He had an authoritarian tone that turned India on even more.

Standing, yet shaking in excitement and humiliation, on the leather seats, she coyly bloomed through the moonroof exposing her tits to everyone behind them. The warm wind tousled her hair and hardened her nipples as it flicked amongst her skin like the way she imagined the players teasing her with their cards. The public spectacle of her and the flashing lights of the Las Vegas strip had India dripping with pleasure.

This was the night of her life, too!

Then she felt Sean lift her dress and tear off her panties. The sting made her clit pulse harder.

“Heavenly Father,” she panicked, “He now owns my pussy!”

Sean lifted her legs one at a time and placed them over his shoulders. Suddenly, she felt him begin to play with her
aching lips, parting her slick folds with his fingers as he began to engage her sex.

She could hardly keep up, India’s body was flooded with a dirty desire to be used and tossed aside like litter down the Strip.
She was being fondled so intimately that she had to force herself to balance out there above the moonroof, with all the traffic honking their horns and flashing their high beams and the on-lookers walking by shouting obscenities at her. Her inner slut was now the star of a Vegas show.

Recalling the deal they made, Sean could do whatever he wanted and so far he was keeping up his end of the bargain. She was humiliated and a slut for the city to see. Is that what Sean first saw of her as they spotted each other by the elevators?

Then Sean’s mouth on her pussy outshone all of that. India just wanted to cum and then slowly fade away from the scene of the crime.

Licking her fingers to moisten them, she then began rubbing her nipples. The shouts, the laughter, her tears now flowing along with the river of her pussy, she was in agony wanting to cum, but looking like a humiliated whore.

Teasing her pussy, Sean basically forced India to watch the people on the sidewalks and in their cars watch her.

At the moonroof, India was shaking, trying to keep her balance while inside the car, Sean was ravishing her cunt. India had never had a man eat her, as she had only been with her Mormon ex-husband. Sean teased her outer and inner lips with light flicks and licks, again, something she never had before. She was in her glory, but remained a sight for the city to see.

At long last, Sean flicked her clitoris and almost calmed her out of the bundle of nerves she rolled into. With her cunt squirting so much wetness, soaking the bottom of her ass cheeks, she tried to reach a hand onto the wetness to taste her spill, but Sean slapped her hand away.

At a traffic light, India spotted a group of women and was relieved it wasn’t her crew. The women pointed in disgust and called her names she wouldn’t allow her mind to digest.

The cars behind them, speeding up to see the show, must have thought she was just another drunk slut making a fool of herself.

Now, the deep prodding of his fingers pounding the cock-starved depths of India’s pussy sent her body into another convulsion of orgasmic bliss. The moan she had been fighting erupted like the thunderous roll of lava from a volcano. People mocked her as her face contorted as she was cumming. She then felt Sean pull her back down as he slammed his throbbing girth into her soaked pussy. He cried out in God’s name as her stream of consciousness started up.

Remembering how he made her a spectacle, she felt so small as he rammed his cock in and out of her pussy and then finished himself off all over her face. She really was a whore now. A well-paid, well-played harlot.

Sean motioned the driver and in an instant, India was that washed up whore, tossed aside and ready to leave Las Vegas behind. As strangers were pointing and laughing or looking at her with disdain, she decided if her friends ask, she’ll lie and say she tried to drink her headache away in the casino lounge. She went back to the suite and took a long, hot shower. Watching the night flow down the drain, she knew, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

Misogynistic Fuck

 
It was eleven o’clock on a Tuesday night, and the crickets were chirping. The warm, thick, summer air had made me thirst for a few cold beers, so I headed to a bar that was fairly close to the neighborhood where I grew up. Walking in, I saw a face that looked familiar. Time may have taken its toll, but I was sure the guy sitting at the bar, mindlessly twirling a piece of rolled up napkin in between his fingers, with a cap on backwards, seeming far away in thought,  was Ryan. I had gone to high school with his sister and cousin, and he was a freshman there, during my senior year.  I though he was cute back then, but young and a little new wave-meets-nerdy in looks.  So time marched us on down different paths, until that night.
 
“Ryan?”  I asked, half-certain it was him, and half-scared of his reaction to my disturbing him while he seemed deep in thought.
 
“Hey, I thought you dropped off the face of the earth!” He smirked as he grabbed my arm and pulled me in for a hug. The hug placed our bodies so close that I could feel his cock pressed up against my abs. I had forgotten how tall he was!
 
“Yeah, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” breaking the hug before I came across as desperate for intimacy, the thing I’m hesitant about, but desire most in this world.
 
After nearly two hours, as the bar was ready to close, and we got as caught up with each other as possible, I looked at my phone and felt a little sad that we were about to part.
 
“Here, put in your number, I’ll give you a call sometime. Maybe we can get together again, and hopefully it won’t be another zillion years!”
 
He took my phone and a second later, his rang.
 
“There, now you have my number, but we’ll see each other again, soon. Call me on your drive home.” He grinned as he held the door open for me, and I turned and waved as I walked across the street to my car.
 
I drove around the block and headed back towards home.  At the first traffic light I picked up my phone and  gave him a ring. My car’s bluetooth took over and hearing Ryan’s voice through my car, suspended me in a dream of him pressed up against me. I had to snap out of it. It had been a year since I last had sex.  I’d survived without it.
 
“I’m right behind you. Take a look.”
 
I did as told and felt as though he was going to scrutinize my driving skills. 
 
“You remember where I lived when we were kids? Well, I’m still there and I’ve got the whole house to myself, so you’re headed there right now.” And with that, the call ended.
 
Parking my car across from his house, I felt quite shaky.  Did he think he was going to have his way with me? I would fend off his best moves, should he dare try, or so I thought.
 
I walked up to the sidewalk by his house and he just said so matter-of-factly,
“You drive like a woman.”
 
Ugh! One of those male chauvinists. 
He’d bust out his good moves in a bit, I was sure.
 
Inside his house, he told me to make myself comfortable while he grabbed me a bottle of water and turned on some music. I couldn’t even tell you what was playing, but I was impressed with the bottle of water.
 
“We don’t need another woman driver driving home buzzed,” he said as he handed it to me. It was a decent thing he did, with a misogynistic bite. Surely, he jests, I thought.
 
I don’t know if it was being that close to a guy, which I hadn’t been in a year, or being that close to him in general, or the slight buzz I had going on, but if he wanted to kiss me, I was all for it.
 
To my slight dismay, he began talking about the church across the street where we both had attended in our youth and somehow that led to talk about faith, which I had lost, and church secrets a la da Vinci.  We talked for an hour, when out of the blue, he leaned and put his head on my shoulder. We sat like that, silent, for a few minutes, then I turned and looked at him, and he kissed me. Somehow, we were stretched out on the couch, his arms around me, lost in the kiss. Being that I was on top of him, I found it to be quite an advantageous spot and took it upon myself to grind into him. He pulled up my legs and I sat up and continued the pelvic thrusting. His eyes looked so bright and he seemed ready to do just about anything I could conjure up. I stopped the grinding and stood up.
 
He followed my lead and I walked upstairs, guessing as to which bedroom was his.  He pushed me on the bed, the faint smell of cigarettes and laundry detergent lingered on as he kissed me. I wanted off with my jeans, so I broke away and took my shoes off and unzipped. He did the rest. In a matter of seconds he had me in a good groove.
 
His hands on my tits, playing with my nipples, he was on his back and I was straddled over his face. He knew what he was doing, unlike the other guys who had been in my life in the past who clumsily fumbled their way through my feigned orgasms. My hips thrust with the flicks of his tongue, but I’d bear down and hold back in fear of injuring him upon cumming. 
 
“Don’t hold back!” He must have sensed my looming reticence.  I was caught and so, I did as told and Ryan felt my body tremble in orgasm and he’d slowed his tongue down to a tease of a twirl and I began to grind my pussy over his mouth as he switched back to full speed, and all I could do is crash like a wave at the shoreline.
 
He pulled me close and kissed me. The sweet taste of my orgasm covered his lips and within that breathless moment he was inside me, thrusting high into my g-spot. I was battling a sensitive clit and a feeling of butterflies inside every inch of me. I climbed off him and motioned for him to fuck my mouth.  Hearing his light moans was such a turn on, along with the taste of our lovers’ spill upon his cock.  I stopped sucking and motioned him between my legs where, sitting up, we fucked hard and fast. We thrusted so well together that within five minutes we were both spent (his cock swelled right as he was about to cum and brushed along my g-spot, with magnetic pull).  We had collapsed beside each other, and in the moments of catching our breath, giggling, I said to him,
“And here I thought you’d be looking only for a blowjob.”
He quipped, “Girl, the way you were driving, the only job would be bondo, sanding, and a paint job, for your car!”
 
Yep, misogynistic he is, but he’s also an awesome fuck.

 

For you…

You are kneeling above me on the bed. You have already stripped me down and tied my hands behind my back. I watch as you stroke your cock furiously over my breasts. I feel my pussy aching to be touched. You look down at me, tell me I look like a dirty little girl who needs to be taught how to clean up. Your eyes close. What could you be thinking about? I am not allowed to speak. You warned me of that earlier. I can’t beg to be touched or ask what’s on your mind. So, I watch as you stroke your throbbing member over me. I cannot wait to feel your warm load fall upon me. I yearn for the touch of your hands as you rub your cum into my breasts. I know how excited I will get, but I am not allowed to masturbate as you massage my tits with your load. I am waiting like a good girl for you to wash me in the bathtub, lather my breast with body wash and spread my legs under the faucet. It is then that you want me to cum and when I cum you will tell me that I belong to you, and you alone have the power to make me cum. As my mind travels to being owned by you, you release your warm load on me and call out for me to be ready to find out who alone can make me feel good. Your cum is cooling off as you rub it into my breasts. My pussy is drenched and aching for attention. You push me up and untie my hands, grab the back of my hair and drag me into the bathtub where you pour body wash onto my tits and run the water. As you lather me up, I know I have been good and dirty and that’s what makes me all yours.