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2nd April 2014

Photoset reblogged from PleasureTorture with 816 notes

pleasuretorture:

The final day; after a full week of being massaged so sensually night after night without the relief of masturbation, she was trembling with arousal and anticipation as soon as she entered the class once more.

Just as the previous nights, the girl stripped in front of the waiting class of female massage students before lying on the table. This time however, the class remained standing around the table, watching, as the massage instructor approached alone.

“Tonight, I will show you just how to bring a woman to the most intense of orgasms, watch and learn”.

The instructor then began to massage the girl so delicately, so precisely, it instantly sent a shiver through her spine that seemed to spill out through her body in a hot flood of longing. With such intense, calculated precision, the instructor seemed to be able to make her writhe and tremble with merely the slightest of motions. After so many days of pent up arousal, she was about ready to scream out for more, yet the instructor knew just how to bring her to the boil and keep her there. The slow, steady yet constant circulation of stimulation was building up to a level of excitement that the girl had never experienced. The instructor seemed to know just when she was at the pinnacle, when just to back up, to let her simmer, to work that little bit faster or apply a little more pressure. Very soon, the girl felt that familiar knot within her pelvis unravel, the tight knot inside her snapping harder than ever before; her orgasm seemed to tear through her body with a breath-taking intensity.

It took so long to come down from that unrivalled peak, the shocks of her orgasm made her body tremble; she was thankful that the instructor’s fingers kept working very slowly to prolong the pleasure without over stimulating her, slowing down just at the right moments, when things became a little too sensitive. She breathed heavily, her feelings of embarrassment rushing back at the knowledge of coming in front of an audience, yet the aftershocks kept her body shaking, a dreamlike state sweeping over her. It wasn’t until the instructor next spoke that her environment came back into focus.

“Now that you have all seen how it is done, time for you to each have a turn”.

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14th March 2014

Photo reblogged from helplessly aroused with 5,160 notes

helplesslyaroused:

"You’ve been waiting all day for me, haven’t you dear?"

helplesslyaroused:

"You’ve been waiting all day for me, haven’t you dear?"

Tagged: gifsimagesFingeringD&shelplesslyaroused

Source: yourblowjobprincess

12th February 2014

Photoset reblogged from Sexual Awakening with 49 notes

Yowza!!! :-D

baddgerl:

OMG, I can’t believe what just happened to me this weekend.  John and I were playing a game we call tease. What we do is whenever we are near each other during the entire day we will touch, kiss, caress, lick, bite, basically play with each other sexually for short bursts throughout the day the only rule is you can’t let the other cum. It leads to some really good animal sex at the end of the day. Any way we decided to go out to one of our favorite bars, they have table cloths so we can play if we want to.  As is customary during a day of teasing no undergarments are allowed and I have to wear a dress. I put one of my favorite below the knee numbers to make it as discrete as possible and out the door we went, playing with each other all the way there. By the time we got there I wanted to cum so bad I could burst. We got our favorite booth in the corner by the window. Well the drinks were flowing and the playing continued and I was both drunk and horny as hell. John went to the bar to get some more drinks when, as I was waiting for him, Stacy (the hot girl from Safeway and Starbucks) walks by the window waves, comes into the bar and sits down next to me and she was dressed to the nines. Absolutely beautiful. John comes back and I introduce her, he gives her his drink, though I think she had a good buzz already and we start talking. I don’t know if it was the game of tease, the alcohol how gorgeous she was or all three but I can’t help but stare at her as she’s talking and she definitely noticed. She gives me this devilish smile and I’m getting about as wet as I have ever been. She starts small talking with John when all of the sudden I feel her hand on my leg. Before I know what’s happening I let out a low moan and my legs open up.  She must of taken that as a clue to continue because I feel my dress being slid up over my knees and her fingers slowly tracing circles up and down my inner thigh. I thought I was going to cum right there. My whole body is on fire and my husband is sitting across from me not knowing what’s going on under the table. Well those circles start getting closer and closer to my pussy and my pussy is just dripping wet. She finally gets to the edge of my pussy and as she feels my wetness she lets out an “oh my”. John thought it was in response to what he was saying and comes back with an “I know right”. Well John must have went on for another 30 minutes all the while she was alternating playing with my clit then slowly finger fucking me. Every so often she would put one of those fingers to her mouth let out a mmmm sound ask John a question then get back down to business. I must have came 6 times by the time she excused herself, said she was meeting some friends for a movie. Well after she left we got back to our business got home and screwed our brains out. It took me a couple of days but I finally told John. He couldn’t believe it. He said he noticed that my motions were a little exaggerated but thought it was the alcohol.  He’s bummed that he wasn’t able to see the action under the table, but he understands.  Me and my rosy butt promised set up a similar scenario with her again. This time with camera phone in hand.

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10th February 2014

Photo reblogged from tease & deny with 390 notes

tease-and-deny:

When I come home I want to find you still dressed and fingering yourself.
Still dressed, Sir? Why?
So that I can rip your clothes off before I slap you for touching your pussy without me.
But if you told me to do it, why would you punish me?
Because I want to. Because you’ll never be the bad little girl you so desperately want without being told.

:-D  Problem solved!

tease-and-deny:

When I come home I want to find you still dressed and fingering yourself.

Still dressed, Sir? Why?

So that I can rip your clothes off before I slap you for touching your pussy without me.

But if you told me to do it, why would you punish me?

Because I want to. Because you’ll never be the bad little girl you so desperately want without being told.

:-D Problem solved!

Tagged: tease-and-denyD&sFingering

3rd February 2014

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eenslaved:

The chain that ran from her collar to the spreader bar ensured that his girl would remain with her head bowed, eyes directed to the floor, and her legs spread wide.
When they arrived at their host’s earlier in the evening, he had guided her to a sofa against the wall and secured the spreader to her cuffed ankles, then chained her collar to it for good measure. This guaranteed she would remain where he put her, unable to rise on her own.
The other guests milled around her. From her position, she could watch their shoes moving about her spot on the sofa. A couple of her Master’s friends posed beside her on the sofa for a photograph that her Master helped them take. Her hands had been left untethered, and she kept them obediently on the outside of each thigh for the most part.
And they touched her. Not many of them engaged her in conversation; the fact that her head was bowed and her face turned down seemed to turn her into a faceless object for them. Besides, her Master had removed his permission for her to speak, so she couldn’t reply anyway.
They made quite free with her body, rubbing their fingers across her pussy, which was only thinly-covered by a scrap of lace, some of them even pushing their fingers through the cloth up inside her cunt. They pinched the tender insides of her thighs, and several different mouths covered her nipples through her gauzy blouse, sucking and even teething a little until she whimpered. She couldn’t see their faces except out of her peripheral vision if they squatted or took a seat by her, so they were just an endless succession of hands coming to manipulate her flesh. 
Though she couldn’t see him without looking up, her Master stayed near her. At several points in the evening, he gave her his wine glass to hold for him. When he wanted to drink or when toasts were being made, he would take the glass from her, and after, he would put it back in her hand again. She held his glass near her face but couldn’t do anything with it other than hold and smell it. Being quite unable to sip from a glass, he dipped his fingers in the vintage and let her suck the droplets from his fingers.
At one point she was holding a glass of red for him when a stranger sat by her and put his hand between her legs. He started to rub her pussy, concentrating on her clit, applying a firm pressure that had her rocking minutely in place and jerking anxiously at her ankle cuffs. Without permission to speak, she couldn’t ask for permission to come, and the male stranger’s expert tending to her cunt made her nervous. 
Then a woman, lightly perfumed and wearing a white dress, came to sit on her other side. The woman in the white dress pressed both her crossed legs along the girl’s side and draped a soft arm over the girl’s bent neck, curling her hand to stroke the girl’s ear with a manicured fingertip. The girl shivered. 
The man on her right side had peeled aside her panties to access her bare flesh. His finger brushed over the girl’s clit, toying with the little bud.
The woman on her left kept stroking the girl’s ear with one hand, tracing pleasurable spirals into the shell, while she rested her arm across the girl’s shoulders. The woman’s other hand came up to fondle the girl’s breasts.
"Elise has beautiful tits, Peter," the woman said to the girl’s Master, who was standing not too far away.
"Yes. They’re very responsive."
"I can tell!" The woman tinkled with light laughter as her fingers pulled at the girl’s nipple. "She’s a bit small for my personal tastes, but her nipples are a nice length. Quite large relative to her breasts. Easy to clamp."
The girl twitched under the woman’s arm as her nipple was pinched firmly.
Another stranger’s voice interjected, “If you breed her, that will increase the size of both.”
The man at the girl’s side offered, “It’s true, and once milk is induced, you can keep her producing it continually if you keep milking her. My wife and I tried it for several months.”
"Oh really?" The girl’s Master sounded intrigued.
The girl lost the thread of the conversation. The woman’s fingers changed from a cruel clamp to a vigorous milking of her nipple from root to tip. The girl panted wordlessly over her open lap, where she watched the man’s fingers curl in and out of her cunt while the heel of his hand pressed against her clit. She shuddered violently as her hips involuntarily tried to buck upwards.
The woman’s hand dropped from torturing her breast to pull the girl’s free hand into her own lap, under the white dress.
"Be a dear and make me feel as good as I’m making you feel," the woman told the girl. "That’s it. Put your fingers inside me. Oh, that’s very good." Her hand returned to milk the girl’s breast.
The woman’s cunt was very wet. Her sheath was slick around the girl’s fingers.
The girl felt like she was going crazy. The low murmur of conversation continued without ceasing around the room. She couldn’t see anyone’s expressions, couldn’t see how many people might be watching their tableau. She could only see the woman’s hand upon her breast and the man pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy. She was so wet his fingers made a sloppy, liquid sound each time they penetrated her.
Her voice was frozen in her throat. You’re not allowed to speak tonight, her Master had said simply. He knew how humiliating she felt when she had to beg for her own release, but this was worse. Her entire body seethed with arousal, and she couldn’t ask for his permission to come.
The woman said in a throaty voice, her lips right against the girl’s ear while her hand continued to trace the shell of her other ear. “I grew up on a farm, you know. I have plenty of experience drawing milk from udders. You would make such a good little milk cow, wouldn’t you? Wouldn’t that please your Master? I’m sure he wouldn’t allow you to express your milk on your own. You would be dependent on him to relieve you. Imagine having to beg to come and beg to be milked. You would owe all your pleasure to your Master. Oh yes. I think he’d like that very much.”
The man could hear everything. He reported, “Elise just clenched hard ‘round my fingers. She’s juicing up my hand thoroughly. Elise certainly seems to like the idea.”
"I’ll be sure to speak to your Master on your behalf," the woman promised.
The girl pressed her lips together but still the desperate moan she let out was loud. For a brief moment, everyone in the room quieted. Her cheeks burned with humiliation at having draw everyone’s attention, even as she stared blindly at the hands working her nipple and cunt.
The woman squeezed the girl’s breast forcefully. The girl’s breathing was quite rapid. Her nipples ached. She wanted to scream. She wanted to come. More than anything, she wanted to come. Her Master surely knew her dilemma. By not allowing her to ask for permission to come, it was clearly demonstrated to the girl that the humiliation of begging was a thousand times better than not being able to beg at all.
If she had been able, the girl would have crawled on her belly to her Master, sucked off everyone in the room, splayed her body open for a flogging, if only to ask him to grant her permission to climax.
Instead, she quivered on the couch between two strangers, her numb fingers still, somehow, holding onto her Master’s wine glass. Even the way he had tied her meant she couldn’t even beg him silently with her eyes.
The man frigged the girl harder, faster. He remarked to the woman, his partner in torturously toying the girl, that it was too bad they couldn’t play with Elise’s ass, and that he could feel her Master had plugged her bottom hole. It made her cunt tighter. 
The girl’s Master overheard and said, “I’m saving that for later.”
The girl’s head alternately sagged and snapped up against the chain. She was hunched over on herself, straining to keep from coming, but the urge grew stronger with each breath. 
The woman climaxed on the girl’s fingers.
"Again, dear girl!" she cried. "Again, Elise!"
The girl moved her fingers inside the woman again. In response, the woman slid her arm from resting over the girl’s shoulders to wrap around her back so she could fill both hands with the girl’s swollen breasts.
"If you were my little cow, Elise, I would strap your limbs doubled back. You would crawl to me on elbows and knees, swinging these distended udders at me, rubbing and dragging these long teats on the floor. You’ll lick up any drop of milk that leaks from your udders later."
With a loud cry, the girl climaxed, her posture stiffening even as her fingers went momentarily lax. Every muscle in her body strained. She was locked into her forbidden pleasure, though the man and woman kept groping her body. She watched the woman’s hands milk her teats. It was too much. Her climax was long; there was no mistaking it.
When she recovered herself somewhat, a surge of anxiety electrified her. Her nerveless hand had tipped the wine glass just a bit — several drops of wine had splattered on the woman’s white dress. The blood red stains were blatant.
Her Master stood before her; she recognized his shoes.
"Bad Elise," he said in his soft voice. "You didn’t have permission to come, did you? And you’ve spoiled Caroline’s dress."
The girl trembled.

eenslaved:

The chain that ran from her collar to the spreader bar ensured that his girl would remain with her head bowed, eyes directed to the floor, and her legs spread wide.

When they arrived at their host’s earlier in the evening, he had guided her to a sofa against the wall and secured the spreader to her cuffed ankles, then chained her collar to it for good measure. This guaranteed she would remain where he put her, unable to rise on her own.

The other guests milled around her. From her position, she could watch their shoes moving about her spot on the sofa. A couple of her Master’s friends posed beside her on the sofa for a photograph that her Master helped them take. Her hands had been left untethered, and she kept them obediently on the outside of each thigh for the most part.

And they touched her. Not many of them engaged her in conversation; the fact that her head was bowed and her face turned down seemed to turn her into a faceless object for them. Besides, her Master had removed his permission for her to speak, so she couldn’t reply anyway.

They made quite free with her body, rubbing their fingers across her pussy, which was only thinly-covered by a scrap of lace, some of them even pushing their fingers through the cloth up inside her cunt. They pinched the tender insides of her thighs, and several different mouths covered her nipples through her gauzy blouse, sucking and even teething a little until she whimpered. She couldn’t see their faces except out of her peripheral vision if they squatted or took a seat by her, so they were just an endless succession of hands coming to manipulate her flesh. 

Though she couldn’t see him without looking up, her Master stayed near her. At several points in the evening, he gave her his wine glass to hold for him. When he wanted to drink or when toasts were being made, he would take the glass from her, and after, he would put it back in her hand again. She held his glass near her face but couldn’t do anything with it other than hold and smell it. Being quite unable to sip from a glass, he dipped his fingers in the vintage and let her suck the droplets from his fingers.

At one point she was holding a glass of red for him when a stranger sat by her and put his hand between her legs. He started to rub her pussy, concentrating on her clit, applying a firm pressure that had her rocking minutely in place and jerking anxiously at her ankle cuffs. Without permission to speak, she couldn’t ask for permission to come, and the male stranger’s expert tending to her cunt made her nervous. 

Then a woman, lightly perfumed and wearing a white dress, came to sit on her other side. The woman in the white dress pressed both her crossed legs along the girl’s side and draped a soft arm over the girl’s bent neck, curling her hand to stroke the girl’s ear with a manicured fingertip. The girl shivered. 

The man on her right side had peeled aside her panties to access her bare flesh. His finger brushed over the girl’s clit, toying with the little bud.

The woman on her left kept stroking the girl’s ear with one hand, tracing pleasurable spirals into the shell, while she rested her arm across the girl’s shoulders. The woman’s other hand came up to fondle the girl’s breasts.

"Elise has beautiful tits, Peter," the woman said to the girl’s Master, who was standing not too far away.

"Yes. They’re very responsive."

"I can tell!" The woman tinkled with light laughter as her fingers pulled at the girl’s nipple. "She’s a bit small for my personal tastes, but her nipples are a nice length. Quite large relative to her breasts. Easy to clamp."

The girl twitched under the woman’s arm as her nipple was pinched firmly.

Another stranger’s voice interjected, “If you breed her, that will increase the size of both.”

The man at the girl’s side offered, “It’s true, and once milk is induced, you can keep her producing it continually if you keep milking her. My wife and I tried it for several months.”

"Oh really?" The girl’s Master sounded intrigued.

The girl lost the thread of the conversation. The woman’s fingers changed from a cruel clamp to a vigorous milking of her nipple from root to tip. The girl panted wordlessly over her open lap, where she watched the man’s fingers curl in and out of her cunt while the heel of his hand pressed against her clit. She shuddered violently as her hips involuntarily tried to buck upwards.

The woman’s hand dropped from torturing her breast to pull the girl’s free hand into her own lap, under the white dress.

"Be a dear and make me feel as good as I’m making you feel," the woman told the girl. "That’s it. Put your fingers inside me. Oh, that’s very good." Her hand returned to milk the girl’s breast.

The woman’s cunt was very wet. Her sheath was slick around the girl’s fingers.

The girl felt like she was going crazy. The low murmur of conversation continued without ceasing around the room. She couldn’t see anyone’s expressions, couldn’t see how many people might be watching their tableau. She could only see the woman’s hand upon her breast and the man pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy. She was so wet his fingers made a sloppy, liquid sound each time they penetrated her.

Her voice was frozen in her throat. You’re not allowed to speak tonight, her Master had said simply. He knew how humiliating she felt when she had to beg for her own release, but this was worse. Her entire body seethed with arousal, and she couldn’t ask for his permission to come.

The woman said in a throaty voice, her lips right against the girl’s ear while her hand continued to trace the shell of her other ear. “I grew up on a farm, you know. I have plenty of experience drawing milk from udders. You would make such a good little milk cow, wouldn’t you? Wouldn’t that please your Master? I’m sure he wouldn’t allow you to express your milk on your own. You would be dependent on him to relieve you. Imagine having to beg to come and beg to be milked. You would owe all your pleasure to your Master. Oh yes. I think he’d like that very much.”

The man could hear everything. He reported, “Elise just clenched hard ‘round my fingers. She’s juicing up my hand thoroughly. Elise certainly seems to like the idea.”

"I’ll be sure to speak to your Master on your behalf," the woman promised.

The girl pressed her lips together but still the desperate moan she let out was loud. For a brief moment, everyone in the room quieted. Her cheeks burned with humiliation at having draw everyone’s attention, even as she stared blindly at the hands working her nipple and cunt.

The woman squeezed the girl’s breast forcefully. The girl’s breathing was quite rapid. Her nipples ached. She wanted to scream. She wanted to come. More than anything, she wanted to come. Her Master surely knew her dilemma. By not allowing her to ask for permission to come, it was clearly demonstrated to the girl that the humiliation of begging was a thousand times better than not being able to beg at all.

If she had been able, the girl would have crawled on her belly to her Master, sucked off everyone in the room, splayed her body open for a flogging, if only to ask him to grant her permission to climax.

Instead, she quivered on the couch between two strangers, her numb fingers still, somehow, holding onto her Master’s wine glass. Even the way he had tied her meant she couldn’t even beg him silently with her eyes.

The man frigged the girl harder, faster. He remarked to the woman, his partner in torturously toying the girl, that it was too bad they couldn’t play with Elise’s ass, and that he could feel her Master had plugged her bottom hole. It made her cunt tighter. 

The girl’s Master overheard and said, “I’m saving that for later.”

The girl’s head alternately sagged and snapped up against the chain. She was hunched over on herself, straining to keep from coming, but the urge grew stronger with each breath. 

The woman climaxed on the girl’s fingers.

"Again, dear girl!" she cried. "Again, Elise!"

The girl moved her fingers inside the woman again. In response, the woman slid her arm from resting over the girl’s shoulders to wrap around her back so she could fill both hands with the girl’s swollen breasts.

"If you were my little cow, Elise, I would strap your limbs doubled back. You would crawl to me on elbows and knees, swinging these distended udders at me, rubbing and dragging these long teats on the floor. You’ll lick up any drop of milk that leaks from your udders later."

With a loud cry, the girl climaxed, her posture stiffening even as her fingers went momentarily lax. Every muscle in her body strained. She was locked into her forbidden pleasure, though the man and woman kept groping her body. She watched the woman’s hands milk her teats. It was too much. Her climax was long; there was no mistaking it.

When she recovered herself somewhat, a surge of anxiety electrified her. Her nerveless hand had tipped the wine glass just a bit — several drops of wine had splattered on the woman’s white dress. The blood red stains were blatant.

Her Master stood before her; she recognized his shoes.

"Bad Elise," he said in his soft voice. "You didn’t have permission to come, did you? And you’ve spoiled Caroline’s dress."

The girl trembled.

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Source: eenslaved

28th January 2014

Photo reblogged from Gingerlove with 17,374 notes

secretwickedcravings:

lil-miss-bi-curious:

"Now? Are you going to cum for me now? What a good girl you are. Look at you. So perfect. So wet. Panting. Moan for me. Feel that? Oh, yes. You like to feel my fingers slide along your wet walls, don’t you? How about here? Do you like that spot? Mmmm….make that noise again. Yessss. Now. Now you’re ready. You will cum for me, won’t you? I feel you clenching. I feel your hard clit throbbing. I want you to cum for me, baby. Do it. DO IT. Cum for me NOW!"

Oh my god.
I almost came just reading this.


words

secretwickedcravings:

lil-miss-bi-curious:

"Now? Are you going to cum for me now? What a good girl you are. Look at you. So perfect. So wet. Panting. Moan for me. Feel that? Oh, yes. You like to feel my fingers slide along your wet walls, don’t you? How about here? Do you like that spot? Mmmm….make that noise again. Yessss. Now. Now you’re ready. You will cum for me, won’t you? I feel you clenching. I feel your hard clit throbbing. I want you to cum for me, baby. Do it. DO IT. Cum for me NOW!"

Oh my god.


I almost came just reading this.

words

Tagged: wordsfingeringgifs

21st January 2014

Photo reblogged from Jessica Obeys with 15,411 notes

her-master:

Right there… on the edge… but do not cum… not without permission… good girl…

her-master:

Right there… on the edge… but do not cum… not without permission… good girl…

Tagged: gifsFingeringedgingmasturbation

Source: wetcuntshardcocks

19th January 2014

Photo reblogged from Dreambook for a Catholic Girl with 709 notes

yourbadgrrl:

delectabledeviants:

She loved it when he had that look in his eyes. The primal instinct to order her to strip, hold her legs up like a girl girl, for Sir demanded that she cum.
Seeing that dark aura around him made her wet. As soon as Sir touched her cunt she sighed, screamed as his fingers pushed all the way inside. He knew she’s been thinking naughty thoughts, his eyes caustic with scathe as he fingered her deeply. In and out in and out, frigging roughly, deliciously against her g-spot.
Each time she moaned, he spanked her bottom. As it reddened and began to sting, she felt so much pain, but feeling him hit her with such a playful firmness made her giggle the first time. Sir growled and spanked her harder. Stole the smile right off her face. Then  frigged deep in her cunt again and again and again. 
As she started to shiver, she looked how hard Sir was, wanted his cock so, so much, but Sir caught her looking and spanked hard against her clit. She screamed with pain at the noise, the slap, the sting, but the look on his face was raucous with venom and delight, of sheer fucking control. Of feeling Sir’s rage against her clit as scintillating as it was devastation. and then his fingers moved between her lips once more, pushed all the way inside, rubbed with such divinity against her she couldn’t hold back. Started to cum, started to squirt hard against his fingers. 
Sir began spanking her clit as he fingered her and she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, was writhing as if electrocuted, covering his hand, fingers, the floor with her sex.
He stopped, but she had no idea at first, as the room shook, as shivers fizzed across her body, before she jolted to Sir’s tongue deep in her pussy, attentive and devious all over her throbbing, stinging clit, licking up all traces of her squirting, before kissing her, letting her taste her own sin on such a fucking passionate kiss.
She wanted his cock, was so sure he was going to give her his cock, but instead told her what a dirty little fuck she was as he knelt by her face and masturbated. She was sure to caught a hint of a smile, before he cried out in a timbre of both honey and gravel, covered her face with his hot, sweet rage.
He told her to leave, to think about what she’s done. She was. As she lay in bed that night she couldn’t help but tough and play. The places which ached sang as commanding a melody as those which melted. But Sir wasn’t there, his danger and games, that he kept her guessing, made her felt so wrong, so fucking naughty and used.
Almost involuntarily she touched, wishing for his cock, thinking of his fingers, of how insanely he made her cum. Of him eating up every last drop, before spunking hard all over her face.
She wondered if she’d hear from him again and when. There were knots in her tummy to match the throb between her legs, and as she came she was lost in musing about him, of how he did what he did to her. As her climax hit she whispered his name, caught her breath as if he could hear her, wished to be squirting against his fingers, wondering his she could steal a gaze.

When would she see him again.

When would she see him again.

When would she see him again.

Excuse me while I read this again in the privacy of my own bedroom…;P

yourbadgrrl:

delectabledeviants:

She loved it when he had that look in his eyes. The primal instinct to order her to strip, hold her legs up like a girl girl, for Sir demanded that she cum.

Seeing that dark aura around him made her wet. As soon as Sir touched her cunt she sighed, screamed as his fingers pushed all the way inside. He knew she’s been thinking naughty thoughts, his eyes caustic with scathe as he fingered her deeply. In and out in and out, frigging roughly, deliciously against her g-spot.

Each time she moaned, he spanked her bottom. As it reddened and began to sting, she felt so much pain, but feeling him hit her with such a playful firmness made her giggle the first time. Sir growled and spanked her harder. Stole the smile right off her face. Then  frigged deep in her cunt again and again and again. 

As she started to shiver, she looked how hard Sir was, wanted his cock so, so much, but Sir caught her looking and spanked hard against her clit. She screamed with pain at the noise, the slap, the sting, but the look on his face was raucous with venom and delight, of sheer fucking control. Of feeling Sir’s rage against her clit as scintillating as it was devastation. and then his fingers moved between her lips once more, pushed all the way inside, rubbed with such divinity against her she couldn’t hold back. Started to cum, started to squirt hard against his fingers. 

Sir began spanking her clit as he fingered her and she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, was writhing as if electrocuted, covering his hand, fingers, the floor with her sex.

He stopped, but she had no idea at first, as the room shook, as shivers fizzed across her body, before she jolted to Sir’s tongue deep in her pussy, attentive and devious all over her throbbing, stinging clit, licking up all traces of her squirting, before kissing her, letting her taste her own sin on such a fucking passionate kiss.

She wanted his cock, was so sure he was going to give her his cock, but instead told her what a dirty little fuck she was as he knelt by her face and masturbated. She was sure to caught a hint of a smile, before he cried out in a timbre of both honey and gravel, covered her face with his hot, sweet rage.

He told her to leave, to think about what she’s done. She was. As she lay in bed that night she couldn’t help but tough and play. The places which ached sang as commanding a melody as those which melted. But Sir wasn’t there, his danger and games, that he kept her guessing, made her felt so wrong, so fucking naughty and used.

Almost involuntarily she touched, wishing for his cock, thinking of his fingers, of how insanely he made her cum. Of him eating up every last drop, before spunking hard all over her face.

She wondered if she’d hear from him again and when. There were knots in her tummy to match the throb between her legs, and as she came she was lost in musing about him, of how he did what he did to her. As her climax hit she whispered his name, caught her breath as if he could hear her, wished to be squirting against his fingers, wondering his she could steal a gaze.

When would she see him again.

When would she see him again.

When would she see him again.

Excuse me while I read this again in the privacy of my own bedroom…;P

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7th January 2014

Photo reblogged from A Very Ticklish an Horny Girl with 743 notes

yourblowjobprincess:

UNF!!!

yourblowjobprincess:

UNF!!!

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7th January 2014

Photo reblogged from Robin Wilde with 242 notes

Idle teasing while waiting for the rest of our guests to arrive.  At first we were going to strip you naked, but we decided that you looking disheveled was even hotter.

Idle teasing while waiting for the rest of our guests to arrive. At first we were going to strip you naked, but we decided that you looking disheveled was even hotter.

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