Teresa’s Torture!
How Bobby’s Mum became an underground porno star.
How Bobby’s Mum became an underground porno star.
A sexy thief must try to outlast her captor’s methods of interrogation, but is everything as it seems?
It is about a poor childless young black couple that desperately wants a child and the wife is unable to conceive. My wife is so good at having children, and we already have six! She has offered herself through a local service then finds out that the couple in need is black!
Purely a fantasy. Constructive criticism welcome!
Derek had always known his family was a bit different, but it didn’t bother him. Those families on tv, the moms always seemed to be yelling at the dads, or just nagging incessantly. He preferred his own mom any day. She wouldn’t dare talk back to his dad. She knew her place, and Derek often wondered why all women couldn’t be like that.
Derek was currently being homeschooled by a private teacher, because it was frowned upon in his old private school to pick a favorite girl and command her to be his slave. His father had pulled him out after the third grade teacher caught Derek soundly smacking his classmates bottom as she lay over his lap at recess, her skirt flipped up in the back, frilly princess panties on display for him. It had been her punishment for playing with another boy. It still made Derek shudder when he thought of how it had felt, her pelvis grinding into his thigh in time with his slaps as he listened to her sobs.
That day, Derek rushed through his schoolwork, earning a rare bit of praise from his teacher as he handed in the last assignment. “You are doing the work of a sixth grader, and you are still only nine. Your father should have pulled you out of that dreadful school years ago.” Derek nodded and forced a small smile, running slim fingers through his coal black hair.
“Thank you, sir. Can I go now?” Derek’s father had promised him a surprise for his grades being so consistent. The slender boy shifted his feet impatiently.
The teacher looked up sharply from putting books in his briefcase. “May you go. And yes. I will see you on Monday. Don’t forget to go over the chapter on the civil war for the test.”
Derek rolled his eyes and grabbed his own smaller briefcase, trying to keep from running out of the room. Young men don’t run about like children, he reminded himself.
When Derek had put his books in his room, he stepped into his closet and impatiently flicked through his suits, eager to get out of the school uniform his teacher insisted upon. He had outgrown some of the designer suits in the last year. He would have to remind his mother to donate them to charity. As he wandered through the huge closet, he noticed a small section off to the side that hadn’t been there before. It was full of dresses, and they looked too small to fit his mother. He shrugged and went back to his suits, too distracted to wonder about the dresses further. Derek chose a charcoal grey suit that was just a shade lighter than his stormy coloured eyes, and a burgundy and charcoal tie. When he was dressed properly, he made his way to his father’s office wing and knocked on his study door. “Father, it’s me.”
His father opened the door with a smile for his young protégé. He was holding the arm of a young girl, a few years older than Derek perhaps. The girl looked up shyly, her deep azure eyes meeting his before returning to the floor. Wow, she is stunning, Derek thought, taking her profile in eagerly. Shining honey coloured hair hung to her slim waist in waves, and she appeared properly demure as she murmured hello softly. The boy’s eyes were soon drawn to her chest, where she seemed to be still growing. Her breasts were only about an b cup, but pleasantly round and full, even so. She wore a short white summer dress that flared around her lithe thighs, even though it was still April and only moderately warm.
Derek’s father cleared his throat, pleased he had seemed to make a good choice. “Her name is Claire. She is 14 and completely pure.”
“Is she… for me?” Derek was hardly able to believe his good fortune.
His father nodded and places her hand in his son’s. “She is going to be living here. Why don’t you take her to your room and get better acquainted.”
Derek led Claire to his room, beginning to feel a little shy. He noticed she seemed quite short for 14, only standing a couple centimeters taller than him. When they were alone, he took her other hand and pulled her closer to face him. “I don’t want you to be afraid, Claire. My name is Derek, but you will call me Master. If you are a good girl and listen to Master, you will earn lovely treats.”
Claire nodded, beginning to lose the fearful look in her eye. “What kind of treats?”
“What kind of treats Master” He gently but firmly corrected her. “You must show me you are a very good girl to receive a treat”. Derek sat on his couch and flicked on his entertainment center. The enormous screen took up much of the wall. “Right now I need someone to play Xbox with.” Claire smiled and sat next to him, much closer than necessary, Derek noticed.
The two spent the rest of the evening cheerfully playing through some of Derek’s rather large video game collection. When Derek heard the bells chime for dinner, he quickly switched off the system. Claire looked up from the game in disappointment. “Come Claire, being late for dinner is not an option.”
She nodded and followed him to the dining room, smoothing her dress. The children joined the family for dinner as young maid bustled about serving them. Derek smiled at Claire, his fingers possessively stroking her smooth thigh under her dress. “Thank you, Father for Claire. She is perfect.”
“You are old enough now, and have proven yourself mature enough to be responsible for someone else.” The normally imposing man got a look of pride on his face as he looked upon his son. They said grace, and the rest of dinner was spent in silence, as Claire’s cheeks reddened deeply from Derek’s hand slipping higher up the inside of her thigh under the table.
After dinner Derek’s father told him to get ready for bed. Since it was Friday night, he was allowed to watch a movie movie before bed.
As Derek looked closer around his room, he saw a small dresser next to his, with socks, panties, and nightgowns for Claire, and personal products for her in his bathroom when he went to brush his teeth. He didn’t mind sharing his space. It was rather lonely growing up with no siblings, especially now that he wasn’t in school anymore. Derek removed his suit casually, tossing it casually into the hamper for the maid to take care of.
Claire stared wide-eyed at Derek as he rifled through his drawer in his boxers briefs, looking for his favorite pajamas. He turned to face her with an easy grin as he hopped on one foot, pulling his pajama pants up. “What’s wrong, Claire? You look nervous.” She blushed and shook her head. Derek walked up to the stiff girl, stopping close in front of her, his bare chest nearly touching her. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, Master.” she managed in a squeak as the brazen boy smiled cockily and leaned closer.
“Kiss me.” His mouth was just an inch away from hers as he waited for her reaction. This will be her first test, Derek thought as he faced her calmly.
Claire leaned forward the the remaining inch and met Derek’s lips. She brushed her lips against his mouth for the barest of moments before drawing away. Derek raised an eyebrow, letting his disapproval be known.
Claire moved forward again and held her lips against his. This time he felt them, still and warm. Derek shook his head inwardly and clasped the back of her head. He pressed his mouth to hers forcefully, stepping closer and causing her to back up against the wall. He held her hair tightly with one hand as he forced her lips open. His tongue slipped into her mouth as his lean body pushed into hers, pinning her to the wall. Momentarily satisfied, Derek stepped back, enjoying the dazed look on Claire’s face.
“Your nightclothes are in the bottom drawer. Go get dressed and brush your teeth” He pulled on his pajama top and chose a movie on cable before dimming the lights and sliding between his sheets in his king size bed. Claire disappeared into the bathroom with a nightgown. Derek sat back against his pillows and idly stroked his cock through his pajama bottoms as he half watched the movie. He was thinking about Claire. He had only known her a few hours, and he already liked her more than that willful girl at his old school. He decided that Claire was only his, no one else should touch her or talk to her, not even his father.
As Claire re-entered the room, Derek smiled and gestured her closer. “Come, my little flower. Keep Master warm.” Claire shyly obeyed, moving in close under the covers. Derek wrapped an arm around her and pulled her even closer, wanting to feel her body tight against his. Claire leaned her head on his shoulder and laid one arm across his chest. The two cuddled in silence for a bit, Derek stroking her lower back and flipping between movies with his free hand. He settled on a soft-core porn, looking to see how Claire would react. She stared wide-eyed at the lesbians on the screen, then quickly looked away.
Derek felt his cock getting hard as he watched Claire blushing and averting her eyes. He reached down and pulled her thigh over his hips. “Do you feel that?” he whispered. “You do that to me.” Claire let out a tiny moan as she felt his hardness poke her inner thigh.
Derek rubbed her panty-clad bottom slowly under her short nightgown, savoring the feel of her tight little body. Her hips moved in time with his firm strokes, rocking against the side of his body.
“God Claire, you’re killing me” Derek groaned, sitting up on his knees. His cock sprang up proud and true, straining against his pajama bottoms with its full 5 inches.
Claire stared at the formidable bulge, biting her lip. “Master, I like you a lot. I wanted to tell you.”
“I like you too, pet.” Derek leaned over the older girl and kissed her suddenly, swinging one knee over to the other side of her as he firmly held down her shoulders. He slid one hand under her nightgown to capture one round little tit, massaging it roughly. Claire moaned and writhed beneath the boy’s ministrations, gasping as his mouth moved to her neck, sucking it recklessly. He pulled her nightgown up over her head and took one plump pink nipple between his teeth, making her squeal as he bit before sucking in as much of her tit as he could fit in his mouth. He switched to her other nipple and continued until they were both red and raw.
Derek yanked off her panties with one hand as he kissed hungrily down her waist to his prize. He took a moment to admire it. Claire crossed her legs, but Derek gave her ass a sound smack then pulled her knees apart. Her pussy glistened smoothly as he stared. She must have shaved for him. The teenagers he saw on the internet usually had a little hair on their pussies. “Your mom waxed me. Your dad said I had to be ready…” Derek nodded appreciatively, then moved in for a lick. He had always wanted to see what one tasted like. His tongue parted her lips, gliding up to the clit. Claire shrieked and jerked her hips, causing Derek to grab her thighs and hold them down as he slid his tongue inside, poking it in deep before kissing her hard little clit. Claire’s body went stiff as he sucked her jewel between his teeth. “Not yet, love.” Derek sat up and wiped his mouth. “You must ask permission to cum.”
“Yes Master…” Claire lay back breathing hard, her legs twitching. Derek stood on his bed, bouncing on it a little. “Take off my pants, little one. Boxers too.” Claire sat up obediently and slid them both down. His cock, happy to be free, popped up past its confines, narrowly missing slapping her in the face. It was a healthy virile tan shade, and had a fat tip, actually quite a pretty cock. Derek noticed she seemed a lot more eager now. She even tried to take it in her mouth, but Derek held her head away. “Beg for it.”
Claire licked her dry lips. “Please Master…” Derek moved his hand to the back of her head, grasping a handful of her hair and pushing her pretty face onto his cock. Claire choked as he shoved it all the way in, gazing at the beautiful image in front of him. He thrust it in a few more times, enjoying watching her gag.
“That’s enough.” Derek pulled the choking girl by the hair off of his cock, a trail of spit hanging from his throbbing head to her trembling lips. He got to his knees and laid her down, kissing her lips gently before holding himself up between her legs. Claire gazed up adoringly at him and wrapped her long legs around his waist.
Derek smiled down at her as he rubbed his fat head up and down along her soaking slit. “M-Master!” Claire moaned loudly as she thrust her hips toward his. He suddenly plunged in, wincing as he felt his cock break through her thin barrier. Claire cried out sharply, so Derek held himself in as he stroked her hair for a minute. When he decided she was ready he slid out, then stroked back in quickly, as deeply as his pre-teen cock could manage. Claire’s moans grew in pitch as Derek pumped more quickly, feeling her hot little pussy squeezing his cock like a vice grip. His cock had a slight upward curve, just the right angle to stroke the quivering girl’s g-spot over and over. Derek leaned close to her ear, taking her lobe between his teeth and tugging sharply as he slammed her little pussy like a jackhammer. “Cum now, girl.”
“Yes Master!” Claire shrieked her pleasure as her pussy’s hot walls spasmed tightly around his cock. The incredible sensation made his cock throb hotly as his own cum gushed through it, squirting thickly into her teenage womb. Derek had only been able to make himself cum a handful of times, and it had never been like this. He grunted and gave one final hard thrust.
Derek pulled out slowly, his now ultra sensitive cock twitching as he lay beside his Claire and pulled her against him, both kids gasping for breath. “Sleep now, love.” Derek switched off the long forgotten tv and allowed her to curl her form against his prone one before drifting into a satisfied sleep.
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The fourth and final installment of my series. Please excuse mistakes.
This is a story about a young and very naive white girl’s travels through submissive interracial sex and slavery. After reading about these terrible events in history her guilt has become an obsession to right the terrible wrongs that many young black girls had to endure as a slave over 150 years ago! She eventually sees herself as a white slave girl to black abusive slave owners, quite the reverse of what actually happened.
Gets even deeper
This is a continuing storyIt is about a poor childless young black couple that desperately wants a child and the wife is unable to conceive. My wife is so good at having children, and we already have six! She has offered herself through a local service then finds out that the couple in need is black!
This is my first erotica! Please give me constructive critism that i can use on my next one!
Pam meets her fantasy stranger for real.
What those kids really get up to
Collin, a Business School Graduate, goes to Japan, hoping to find his dream job. What he finds instead, is a whole different life, based upon his dreams and nightmares, in a situation that he thought no longer existed in Japan.
All characters in this story are a work of fiction and any resemblance in tended or not is by coincidence.
If this goes well, I’ll do this from the female side as well, I want to swap points of view, but until then I’ll do the opposite sex – I found it interesting writing from another person’s point of view and wanted to see how it went.
I sat straddled over her naked body apart from her underwear, allowing my eyes to roam over her naked body… I felt her body shiver beneath me as my eyes drank her in. Her eyes closed and she rolled her head back gently as she exhaled softly, I brushed my fingertips over her raised nipples teasingly and smirked as I felt her raise her chest upwards. I casually pulled my hands away from her breasts, waiting for the sweet sounds of her whimpers – she didn’t disappoint either, her sweet but quiet voice filled my ears. I groaned softly “mmm”’ I watched intently as she opened her eyes looking up at me, her breathing heavy in her chest, lowering my eyes back down hungrily watching her breasts rise and fall practically hugging my hard cock.
Grinning down as I look into her face, I took hold of her breasts, pulling them together between my cock and thrusting slightly into her breasts, a small gasp escaped her lips as she tugged at her bonds – a poor attempt, but I closed my finger and thumb around her nipples and pressed sharply down on them. Causing her to whimper and gasp once more, rolling my head back I moved my hips backward slowly until the tip was left between her C-cup breasts and gently rolled them and massaged them between my palms as I thrust forwards towards her mouth.
I felt the head hit her soft lips, her breath warm against the shaft as I let out a small moan escape my lips, rolling my head back slowly as I moved my hips back until the head was encased in her pert breasts. I looked back down at her and opening my mouth to speak my desire ‘open your mouth, make sure not to bite down… make me come and be sure to swallow, don’t waste a drop… otherwise I won’t be letting you come tonight’. Smiling widely as her beautiful lips opened up on my command, thrusting my hips forward again, I rolled my head back as her warm mouth practically welcomed my 7 inch cock.Before I carry on with my story, I just want to mention how mine and this girls story began… It began through the internet, casually talking about the things that aroused us – me I liked to watch my ‘submissive’ squirm beneath me as I brought her up to her peak, and keeping her there, never letting her able to orgasm until she’s begging – where as her? She liked my fantasy amongst other things, however her worries about her medical condition worried her for ever finding someone mature enough to take care of her for many things as well as her body and mind. I was naturally willing to be open and as considerate as I could whilst keeping on the role as master, she mentioned her fantasy was to be laying down, restricted to the bed… she enjoyed the idea of toys being used on her amongst other things that I’ll talk about as I carry on with this story.
I need to add that I’m older, not older but older by around 10 years, I’m in my 30’s and she’s 20 years old, my name’s Kyan and her name’s Paige… We decided to meet, she had only one request – no anal or very light anal play – this was much of a surprise but she insisted that she was surprised as well but wanted to try it! Man I would have loved to have kissed that beautiful woman right there, I hope that everything that happened – met her desires and more, I sure as hell enjoyed myself. She did state that she didn’t like cruelty, scat, water sport – which is understandable of course, I can kind of see the reasons as to why she wanted to see a very small romantic / sweet side to me, we met up at my house, I’d ordered some things to make our weekend a little more fun – only they weren’t due till the Saturday.
She knocked on my front door and I opened it to find a tall girl – she looked quite young – compared to how old she said she was, I guess that was due to her dislike of over-doing the make-up, she had green eyes, light pink lips and mousey brown hair that went down to half way across her chest, I reckon it just about covered her nipples. She looked at me really shyly, it was quite cute actually… and nor can I deny that she isn’t pretty, she had the face that if you were looking for a cute girlfriend for a long term relationship… she was that standards pretty I would have said – but that’s my opinion I guess, I can’t say about yours. I welcomed her into my house, with a warm smile, she walked in through the doorway, we sat and talked for a while – for one I wanted to make sure she really wanted to commit to a submissive role, despite it wasn’t hard core like most of you would expect to take on… another I wanted to make her feel comfortable with me, I didn’t want to scare her off.
Eventually I lay my hand on her thigh and slowly began to run my hand up and down her thigh gently, eager to get us both into the zone. I let my hand roam her thigh, simply letting my hand travel to her inner thigh as I leant forward to kiss her neck gently, my lips pressed against the soft, smooth curve of her neck, whilst my hand gently pressed against her crotch and I let two of my fingers run along where I imagined her slit would be, I was rewarded with a slight squirm and a gasp from her lips and I pressed against her crotch a little harder. I ran my arm around the back of her body and curled it around her side as I manoeuvred myself over her body, I felt her arms run up and down my sides as I kept kissing the skin of her neck moving my hand from her crotch I reached towards the cabinet where I’d placed some restraints earlier today in preparation.
I moved my lips upwards instantly to try and keep her attention on what I was doing to her, not what I was about to do, I moved my hand away from her back and fumbled for her hand to which she let me take – I led it towards my jeans as I moved my head away and looked into her eyes. The intention of what I wanted her to do was obvious and she a little shyly moved her palm against my crotch, I waited patiently for her – this being her second time in having sex – as I felt her hand press against my crotch a little harder I pulled out a length of rope. She’d managed to unzip my jeans by this time – I took her wrists in mine and wound the rope around her wrists and secured them tightly but allowed her some comfort in order for the rope to not cut into her skin.
“You have a choice, you use your teeth to do the rest…” as I motioned towards my jeans and boxers “or you can use your hands – still bound of course… but if you use your hands, you risk some form of punishment later.” I smiled down at her as I let my tongue run across my upper lip, I didn’t mind which one she chose, both looked appealing to me, she exhaled a little shakily – I feigned impatience – “the longer you take, the worse the punishment will be”. She looked up nervously, her big green eyes bore into mine, another moment passed “… Well?” I carried on making out that the ball was in her court, but her uncertainty will cost her. She lowered her hands down and leant forward and took the zipper of my jeans and tugged down on them, struggling a little as she looked up at me, lifting my hand up to glance at my watch.
Eventually my jeans lay at my knees, pressing down on her thighs and holding them into place – though quite loosely. I felt her nose press against the aching bulge in my boxers as she took the material and she tugged down again, once more she let the boxers slide down my thighs, I stood up and knelt down between her legs and tugged her jeans and panties down her legs, removing her shoes along with her jeans– I left her socks on her feet and her underwear at her ankles as I leant forward and pulled out another length of rope and a vibrating dildo and a really small vibrating butt plug – both controlled by remote. I lubricated the butt plug and sat down next to her, motioning for her to bend over my lap – eyeing the butt plug a little warily, I warned her “any hesitation will result in more torture for you later on” with this she laid down over my lap, running my hand over her cheeks softly and very gently teased the plug against her rose bud, squirming slightly it only stretched her arse up for the plug, having only gone less than half way.
I firmly pressed my hand over the small of her back to keep her still, she whimpered slightly, smirking I pushed the butt plug in fully into her arse, resisting the urge to spank her then – this would come later, I promised myself – I lifted the dildo up to her slit and gently ran it up and down in between her pussy lips, once satisfied with it being lubricated I slid it deep inside her pussy. I pulled her panties back up, securing the dildo and plug into both holes. Pulling the back of her panties into her arse crack – not quite a thong but near enough for what I wanted, I removed the restraints and had her kneel infront of me, I watched her as she carefully knelt down on the floor – noting how she tried to not squirm, trying to get used to the plug.
Leaning back, I watched her with hungry eyes, “Finish stripping for me, make it sexy, leave the panties on and socks… but be sure to wriggle those hips – infact… do anything you can to make it sexy – a lap dance if you like – remember… your performance and behaviour depends on if I’ll punish you or reward you.” I smirked down at her, my cock standing to attention “Oh and… Paige? You’re not allowed to give yourself any pleasure until I say so… get too it!” I watched as her chest rose and fell a little shakily as she stood up slowly unsure of how to strip sexily without wriggling – I knew that by merely wriggling that aroused her, something she confided with me before we met. She chose not to move her hips and lifted her top up slowly, revealing every inch of skin on her body a bit at a time.
As soon as she pulled her top off from her head, she reached around and unclipped her bra and knelt down over my lap, letting her bra fall down over my achingly hard cock, she looked at me nervously awaiting my approval, I wrapped my fingers around my dick and moved my hand up and down my length. I leant forward and pressed my lips against hers, wrapping my arms around her body and before she knew what I was doing – I restrained her arms behind her back, motioning for her to kneel down on the floor with a nod of my head, she complied and swallowed. Finally bringing the length of rope with me as I stood up, kneeling down behind her and securing her ankles. I smirked as she toppled a little and struggled to keep her balance.
Walking over to the arm chair over the other side of the room, taking her bra with me. Once I had settled myself back into the chair, I motioned for her to make her way over to me “Hurry, my cock is aching right now…” I watched as she struggled to make her way over without falling over, eventually she made her way to me, kneeling between my legs. She kept eye contact with me as her lips closed around the head of my cock, I let out an approving groan, pushing my hips up slightly I waited to see what she’d do – she replied with her bobbing her head up and down my shaft and started rolling her tongue around the head. Keeping this up, I gradually started reaching my peak “You can either swallow, or let me come in the cups of your bra – you won’t always be given the choice on where I come…” Paige looked up at me questioningly, but I guess decided the latter wasn’t as bad as the first.
I took her bra and rubbed my shaft until I came, trying to distribute my come into both cups equally, I layed the bra in my lap and looked at her, “Did you think I was just going to come in the cups of your bra…?” she whimpered and nodded meekly. Smirking down at her I got up and removed her wrist restraints again “are you sure you don’t want to swallow?” I raised my eyebrow at her, she swallowed but didn’t reply, too which I smirked and put my hand on her shoulder and made her lean forward towards the chair. I took a moment to admire how her breasts drooped towards the ground and lifted the bra up towards her chest, she gasped as the cold cum touched her skin, finally clasping it into place and attaching her bra to her body once more. Paige squirmed out of discomfort but didn’t say anything in protest, swallowing slightly and sitting obediently to me.
I tucked her hair behind her ear as I looked at her, staring back at me I asked her “You remember the safety word, yes?” She nodded to me “Hungry?” Again, she nodded, I smiled and bound her wrists again, standing up to the draw again, I pulled out a lead and collar. I walked back over to her and wrapped the collar around her neck, softly stroking her neck with my little finger, I looked her in the eye and said “Once I close the clasp on the collar, Paige.. you’ll be agreeing to be my submissive. Once it’s closed you’ll be agreeing to anything I do and say for you to do – of course I’ll take your medical condition into consideration… but I want you to be sure that I.. this – is what you want.” She swallowed but didn’t make a move. Closing the clasp on her collar, it was official – she was mine.
I tugged on the lead, as I watched her crawl through my house towards the kitchen. I made us both something to eat, however, I made her kneel beneath the table and hooked the collar to a ring at the edge of the table that secured her into place, I sat down at the table and shuffled into her between my legs again. I brushed her hair back as I dipped a chip into a sauce, moving my hand down to feed her, I carried this on until there wasn’t any chips left but the sauce, I lowered the sauce down to run it along the shaft of my cock, looking at her intently. She didn’t disappoint when she run her tongue shyly along the trail of sauce, eventually I had her whole head on my cock, I let her carry on working on my cock as I gradually reached my peak again. Taking her face into my hands and holding her head into place, the feel of her mouth gagging and flexing over my cock was enough to bring me over the edge, her squirming to get away only heightened my excitement, I kept her head on shaft as I came into her mouth, exhaling heavily, I looked down at her and I watched as she swallowed instantly.
Stroking her hair back in approval, I detached the lead and motioned for her to lay on my lap, she complied as I leant back to admire her behind, pulling down the back of her panties I softly ran my hands against her firm cheeks gently, letting my fingers squeeze them, she squirmed in slight delight at the feel of my hands on her arse. I smirked as I lifted my hand away, I saw her turn her head as soon as my hand thwacked her arse cheeks, a red hand print remained where I slapped her left cheek, she whimpered and gasped – in an attempt to escape from my lap, I held her down again by laying my hand firmly on the small of her back again. “This is what you’ll be expecting each time after dinner… if you dare try and get away when I’m at my peak, if I hold you down then stay down!” I smacked her right cheek a little bit harder, she moved her bound hands to cover her arse cheeks, I impatiently removed them, bending them upwards and smacked her arse a few more times, matching each cheek, fully satisfied when her arse was red raw.
I lead her upstairs – once upstairs I laid her down on the bed and once up there I removed her bra and let my eyes roam over her come covered tits, and attached her bonds to each end of the bedposts so that she was starfishing on my bed. I let my eyes drink her in as I pulled out the remotes for the butt plug and dildo, turning them onto the middle setting and said “You’re not allowed to come, you’ll be watching me pleasure myself – if you feel you can’t hold back – you need to beg me to come, if I approve you can come. If not, you’re to hold it in… If you come without my permission – there’ll be a punishment”. I smirked down at her squirming body, I reached down to run my hand up and down my length, “Do you understand?” I groaned, being sure to milk it for all its worth – I wanted to tease her, to see how much she’d allow me to control her. She whimpered slightly and nodded, “I asked you a question, I expect you to answer” I frowned at her “Yes, M-m-master, I understand”.
I nodded in approval and carried on rubbing my cock infront of her, keeping eye contact with her – she kept going between rolling her head back, whimpering, squirming and watching me pleasure myself whilst she was restricted. I smiled as I watched her squirm beneath me “Where do you think I should come next as soon as I hit my peak for a third time then, Paige?” I watched her carry on squirming as she clenched her eyes shut, her body started to shudder underneath me. I frowned at her and waited the orgasm to subside, she looked up at me with fear in her eyes “I’m s.. sorry, m-master! I didn’t mean-“ I cut her off “Did I tell you to come?” She shook her head, looking down in unmistakable shame. I shuffled down, still rubbing my cock faster as I came close, pulling her panties down I aimed down at her pussy that was glistening with her juices, “If you’d kept yourself under control – I’d have been licking that pussy as a reward – but you’ve disobeyed me” as I reached my peak, squirt after squirt of my sticky come hit her pussy and she gasped at the sensation, I noticed her tense up and she held her breathe.
Pulling her panties back up I looked up at her, her eyes were tight shut again, I clambered up onto her stomach and let my cock rest between her breasts covered in my now dry, come. Running my hands up and down her stomach gently, I looked down at her again “If you need to come, all you have to do is beg me” She gasped and squirmed beneath me as she stuttered to me “… P-ple-eas-se le-et m-m-me c-co-ome-e…” I smirked down at her and leant forward to the controls and turned them down to level one, I felt her body stiffen and then relax, as soon as I heard her whimper, I chuckled. “Mm.. I think you’ve forgotten what to address me as – that is your punishment for coming earlier. I don’t forget – remember that”.I just want to say that the reason why I said about the condition is because I have a family member who has this condition – I wish to raise awareness of it and as this kind of has a large audience ;P it would be seen – I hope the mentioning of it hasn’t put you off from the story! I promise you that the condition doesn’t interfere with it in any other way other than to raise awareness for Ulcerative Colitis.
If you liked this story then let me know what you’d like to see in the next chapter, ideas would be nice. 🙂
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Just a man and woman – legal age and average life … and their erotic encounter with each other.
Angelica is kidnapped and used over and over for sexual pleasure. Each boy has a different taste and their boss is dead last.
This is a story about a young and very naive white girl’s travels through submissive interracial sex and slavery. After reading about these terrible events in history her guilt has become an obsession to right the terrible wrongs that many young black girls had to endure as a slave over 150 years ago! She eventually sees herself as a white slave girl to black abusive slave owners, quite the reverse of what actually happened.
Read the tags. If anything isn’t your cup of ta, please do not read it. All of this is a fantasy, no actual people are involved.
This is a long story about several women and their fates. Not all is fantasy but based on personal experiences as a Master. Some is clearly pure fantasy, which is which is up to the reader to decide.
For the past two years, Savanna devoted herself to her boyfriend, Rhett. Every night she would be sitting around the house, waiting for him to come back home.
The two of them were working for their degrees, the summer heat of the Northern Territory getting to them both when they weren’t in A/C. Savanna’s life had changed when she moved from her simple Midwestern home to the busy diversity of Darwin. They had met each other online, two years spent sending MSN messages back and forth.
She could remember all the times that he didn’t remember her birthday, or forgot that she was adopted, but she couldn’t get enough of him. The first time they had begun talking to each other, Savanna had just turned 17 and Rhett was about to turn a ripe 27. At the time, she didn’t want to talk to a guy so much older than herself, but the more she talked to him, the more she liked him.
His red beard contrasted with the brown hair atop his head, his brown-blue eyes almost always hidden by his black-rimmed glasses. He was smart, funny, could turn into a childish idiot from a mature genius in only a few seconds, and he had a beautiful body of chiseled muscle. After a few days, she learned that Rhett had worked so hard on his torso because he relied on crutches for his mobility.
After a few years stuck online, Savanna got accepted to an Australian college in Darwin and moved to the country, almost immediately moving in with her boyfriend. After almost a year, the couple was still going strong, but Savanna often felt neglected, Rhett usually leaving for hours on end to go watch the night’s wrestling match.
Once more, Rhett was off with his younger brother, watching Undertaker returning to Smackdown. The two had spent less time together this semester than they ever had, and it was driving her insane. Savanna knew that her boyfriend was getting used to being a full-time student again, ditching his almost finished degree for one that he actually wanted, but she thought that it was no excuse to leave her on her own with nothing to do.
Sitting at the table, it’s bright wood reflecting the light above it, Savanna frowned at everything in front of her. The television set was playing softly, her tapping nails grating against the smooth rhythm of the music. All she could think of was how she thought their relationship was growing bland. Savanna couldn’t even think of the last time that the couple had had sex, let alone, make love.
It was in that moment that she realized she missed having him inside her. Savanna loved how his strong body would power into her, the smooth rubbing of his skin against hers as they moaned for each other. Just thinking about having him inside her got her juicing her cotton briefs.
Having a wet spot beginning on her panties boldened Savanna: she decided with finality that Rhett was going to get the best sex of his life, whether he wanted it or not. With determination, Savanna got up and headed to their room.
Hours later, Rhett got home from his brother’s; the lights seemed to be half-lit. He had had a few too many Foster’s flowing through his veins and the comfort of his bed was a delicious holy grail. With a fumble of his key ring, Rhett made his way inside. The idea of having Savanna ignore him after bitching at him for staying out all night made him cringe, but his eyes were drooping too much to care about either.
The light above the kitchen table was the only light on, a dim light coming from underneath the crack of their door. Rhett stopped in his tracks and recalled his memory. When had she ever been in bed before he had gotten home? Wasn’t Savanna always up to welcome him home, even if it was a snarky comment about the time?
“Savanna?” he called. “Bub, I’m home.” His keys clanked against the tiled counter, the chair left open my Savanna scraping against the linoleum flooring. No answer met his announcement and he was settling into a state of fear. Was she in any sort of danger? The fear of losing his love made Rhett rush down the hall.
Rhett flung the door open and immediately shut it on his face. Savanna had been laying on the bed with her laptop playing a lesbian video, her face scrunched up in pleasure as she moaned, a large dildo powering in and out of her shaved pussy. She had been wearing his favorite black bra and a pair of stockings connected to the black garter belt around her waist.
He knew that Savanna loved to rub her pussy and make herself come, but he never knew how horny the girl would be after he took her cherry. Through his hazy memory, Rhett tried to recall the last time they had any sort of sexual contact. Minutes went by before he finally found a memory laced with any sexual undertones, his brain barely processing that that memory had been over two months ago.
The fact that they hadn’t been intimate in so long made Rhett feel horrible. He knew that they had been busy, but he didn’t realize that the two of them had been so detached from each other.
As he thought, Rhett could hear the tense moans and gasps from his girlfriend, the soft, wet pounding of her drenched pussy floating through the door. The musky scent of sex was beginning to fill the hall, the man getting a nose full of her arousal. Savanna’s long moan gurgled into a scream, the bed springs squeaking noisily beneath her writhing body.
Rhett wasn’t watching his girlfriend writhing in pleasure, but he could picture her hips thrusting up as her legs shook crazily. In his mind’s eye, he was watching her face scrunch up, her eyes closed shut as her open mouth gulped at the air for her heaving lungs. Now his exhaustion was gone and replaced with the growing bulge in his pants, the blood slowly gathering in his dick.
The door to their room was flung open, Savanna presenting herself with one of her bra straps falling of her shoulder, her tossled hair framing her slim neck. Rhett gaped at his girl, her sex hair making his blood rush even faster to his swelling manhood.
Without saying a word, Savanna pulled him to her by the collar of his shirt, slamming the door as their lips glued together. Hands were running up and down, exploring the bodies they hadn’t touched in so long, reconnecting with the estranged contours.
The feel of rope going around his wrists made Rhett pull back. The next thing he knew, Savanna had pushed his back against the door. She tied his wrists to the doorknob, her mouth once more melting against his.
Her warm, wet tongue pried his slippery lips apart, massaging his tongue as her hands ripped his shirt away. The tattered cloth barely stayed on his shoulders, barely covering his chiseled obliques. After decades of working on his body, Rhett had gotten his abs so defined that his abs showed perfectly without him flexing.
His skin prickled when the tips of Savanna’s nails ran down his sides. Her tongue slowly ran across the width of his bottom lip before she trailed butterfly kisses down his neck. The soft brushes of her lips peppered the base of his throat, her puckered lips showering the taut muscles of his chest.
Rhett moaned loudly, his hard member throbbing painfully as he felt the sensual lick between his pecs. Another moan caught in his throat when Savanna moved her tongue down the middle of his abs, her piercing eyes peering from beneath her lashes.
Sensuality was radiating from every pore of his girlfriend’s being, the sexual tension making pre-cum seep from the slit of his cock. A small wet spot was beginning to form on the front of his khakis when Savanna ran her hand up the leg of his shorts, caressing Rhett’s strong abs with gentle kisses.
More pre-cum dribbled into his boxers when Savanna’s nails scratched his thighs, his eyes rolling in the back of his head at the painful pleasure. “Oh baby…,” Rhett gasped, his head thudding against the door.
With careful tenderness, Savanna gently bit at the skin of his belly, teasing him before she let his erection free from the confines of his pants.
“Baby, please,” he begged. Another drop of pre-cum coated the inside of his boxers as her gentle nips inched near the zipper of his jeans. Rhett’s hips gave a simple jerk when the smooth edges of her teeth squeezed the skin just above the hem of his pants. “Savanna, baby, please stop teasing me,” Rhett cried to her, his heart pounding wildly as he watched the top of her head.
Savanna smirked up at her lover, knowing that he was going to enjoy the surprise she had in store for him. Her teeth gripped onto the metal zipper and pulled it down, his engorged dick bouncing at the small freedom.
Another fierce throb was sent through his dick when his skin sensed Savanna’s soft breath. Rhett was now begging her to suck his hard cock, to let him come down her throat with a torrent of cum.
He impatiently watched his girl undo the button of his pants and pull the cloth to his ankles, leaving him bare from the waist below. At its new-found freedom, his cock slapped against the skin of his stomach, a small glisten of his pre-cum smearing against his flesh before bouncing away.
Savanna’s red lips kissed the wrinkled skin of his steal hard cock, her lipstick leaving prints on his girth. She kissed to the top of his cock before swirling her tongue around the dripping slit, still teasing him.
With a final begging moan from her boyfriend, Savanna swallowed his veiny girth down her throat. As she sucked him, greedy to taste the slight saltiness of his cum, one of her hands slid up the inside of his thigh. His heavy balls jumped with excitement, her finger pads brushing against the smooth skin of his sac.
Rhett groaned and felt his load thicken his shaft, the warm softness of her hand making his heart beat so hard that he thought it would fly out of his ribcage. “Oh fuck Savanna, I think I’m gonna come. Oh, babe, oh damn your mouth feels so fucking good. Oh, oh yes, baby, yes!!”
Ropes of cum shot out like a hot poker from the tip of Rhett’s cock and coated the back of Savanna’s mouth. Savanna swallowed every spurt of sperm, milking her boyfriend’s shaft with vigor. Rhett’s thrusting hips made his sac slap against Savanna’s chin, spit running down the skin of his shaft and down to his balls.
When his spurts died out to a trickle, Savanna still had her mouth sliding up and down his softening shaft. Small amounts of his tasty cum glided on her tongue as his cock became semi-erect once again, his breath heavy as small drips of sweat fell from his temple.
“Oh, Savanna…,” Rhett moaned to her loving tongue, the smooth feel of her muscle licking his shaft gently. Her hands continued to lightly claw at his naked thighs, pink marks appearing where her nails traced. Beneath her fingers, she could feel the strength of his muscles twitching in pleasure, the feel of his hip muscles contracting when his pelvis lurched forward for more of her warm mouth.
Once he was fully erect, Savanna mischievously smirked up at him. Looking into his eyes, she licked from the tip of his cock to his base, up his shaved pelvis to his defined abs. She kissed and licked at his washboard stomach, caressing his skin with loving lips as she worked herself to his open mouth.
She seized the moment to thrust her tongue down his throat once more, their lips dancing together as their tongues slithered intricately in a sloppy dance. Their moans were muffled by each other’s tongues as they kissed passionately.
Their bodies pressed into each other, Savanna’s arms wrapping around her boyfriend’s neck as she attacked his mouth with hers. Her breasts were heaving with excitement against his toned skin as she pressed him into the wall, his hands still tied to the door. Rhett was aching to wrap his arms about her, carrying her to the bed so he could have his way with her.
Needing some control over the situation, Rhett kisses around her face, lacing her jaw and temples with loving brushes of his lips. Savanna’s head leaned back with her eyes closed as she enjoyed the intimate caresses of his want.
Savanna pulled at his hair as she moaned, knowing that he’d like the gentle pain. Her other hand scratched down his arm as he began to suck her collarbone. Much to his delight, Rhett could hear Savanna give low, drawn-out moans.
“Oh, Rhett,” she sighed when his nimble tongue massaged her skin, her body pressing tighter against his form. He let his teeth nibble at her flesh as the rope cut into his wrists, his animalistic growl exciting her more.
In her craze, Savanna untied him from the door and pushed her boyfriend to the bed. With a soft thud, Rhett’s back met the mattress. His girlfriend wasted no time in crawling on top of him, her hair draping down to tickle his chest as she passed. Her beautiful eyes met his and their gaze locked together, both feeling the electricity that pulled their lips in a passionate kiss.
As their lips tangoed, their hips began to grind into each other, Savanna’s wet pussy rubbing against Rhett’s hard cock. Her horny pussy flexed at the idea of being impaled by the large intruder and she moaned into his mouth in anticipation. He pressed his hips up only to be pushed back down by Savanna’s forceful pelvis.
Pre-cum was drooling from his tip as he felt the soft mounds of her ample breasts pressed against his chest. He could feel her hard nipples poking through the fabric of her bra and wanted the division to be gone. His hands slid up the smooth skin of her back and found the clasp, unhooking it in one swift motion.
Her breasts popped out of the loose fabric, the feel of his skin against the curve of her chest making her nipples tighten into long tips. Before she had a chance to move, Rhett drew a nipple into his mouth and suckled.
Savanna’s eyes fluttered shut once more, her arms slipping out of the straps of her bra as more juice dripped from her hole. Her slit became slicker and her panties were now soaked through with dampness.
Rhett swiped his tongue around her hard tip slowly, gradually picking up speed as he sucked harder on her tender flesh. Her moans were growing out of control as her want to be filled became stronger, her hips rocking softly as her body began to shake. The soft skin of his under shaft was being massaged against the soft cloth of Savanna’s damp panties as her hips rocked uncontrollably, her weight pressing against his length desperately in hope of release.
Savanna protested when Rhett let go of her nipple, but her protest ended in a moan when her other nipple was bathed with his tongue. His teeth grazed against the nub, gaining a sharp gasp of pleasure from his lover.
As he teased her nipple with his tongue, Rhett let his hand fondle her other breast. He knew that she was close to attacking him and ramming his cock into her depths and he sucked harder thinking about feeling her walls surrounding him again. While he was feasting on her breast, he let his free hand slide between their bodies to find her flooded crevice.
His fingers circled the top of her slit, her hard clit nudged by his calloused fingers through the soft fabric of her panties. Savanna ground down onto his hand, her sheer panties bunching up as if fingers continued to circle her button. Rhett’s fingers soon found the edge of her panties and pulled them aside, letting his fingers rub her bare clit.
“Yes, Rhett, yes. Oh, God, yes! Mm, baby,” Savanna whined as her body tensed. Her inner walls spasmed as they released a torrent of fresh liquid from their depths, thinly coated the tips of his fingers. Her high pitch whimper reverberated off the walls and windows of their home, only a faint echo heard beyond the inner confines of the house.
When Savanna’s moan faded to an end, she realized that her boyfriend was still suckling on her breast. Her ballooning bosom felt cool in its naked form, her skin prickling with excitement and chills as she watched her love continue to suck and lick her nipples. Rhett continued to rub her clit, dipping his fingers into her gaping hole to gather more of her juices. He brought a finger to his mouth and moaned at her taste, coating her nipple in her own cum before sucking it off her skin.
Forcing herself to tear away from the pleasure of his mouth, Savanna pushed her boyfriend straight on his back. “Stay,” she ordered him, her voice dripping with want. She blindfolded her man and got up from the bed, leaving his skin open to the cool air.
The rope around Rhett’s wrists was soon attached to bedposts, leaving him partially tied. “Savanna, what’s going on? What are you doing to me?” he questioned with a laugh, his lopsided smile making Savanna smile. She rolled her panties down her thighs and left the cloth discarded on the floor.
“Oh, you’ll see,” she giggled as she began to crawl up his body once more. She paused at his waist long enough to lick his softening cock, sucking him gently for only a few minutes before continuing her journey. “Flex your biceps,” she commanded huskily into his ear. She was instantly rewarded with his strong arms flexing, his pecs bouncing subtly as the veins popped up around his large biceps.
Just the sight of his flexed muscles made another wave of lust flush across her body, more juices spilling out from her horny cunt. She straddled his face, knowing that he was able to smell her arousal. “Damn baby, you must really like being in charge if you’re that hot,” he laughed, letting his muscles relax.
Wanting to shock her, he stuck his tongue out to lick the length of her drenched slit. Instead of getting a taste of damp fabric, his tongue got a wonderful taste of her natural nectar, unperturbed by stale dye.
Rhett’s tongue immediately flashed along her pussy again, his mouth attaching to her feminine mound to quench his thirst. His tongue danced and lashed at her hardened nub at the top of her slit, her moisture dripping onto his chin. Wanting more of her delicious juice, he stuck is tongue inside her gash, her aroma wiping against the tip of his nose and enveloping his senses.
The petals of her pussy surrounded his searching tongue, crying out in pleasure as his muscle wiggled inside of her sleeve, brushing against the hidden crevices of her hot depths.
She writhed and rocked on his searching tongue, the tip of his nose bumping her sensitive clit into overdrive. Her chest was heaving as she leaned back, allowing her full breasts to thrust outward. Sweat spotted her back and neck as her hips furiously ground into Rhett’s face, wanting his tongue to lodge itself deeper.
Putting all his skill to work, Rhett curled his tongue and found the spongy softness of her g-spot. As soon as his tongue caressed the curve of the area, Savanna howled uncontrollably, delicious girl cum suddenly spraying all over his face. Rhett gulped down as much as he could, excited that he finally got her to flood his mouth with such a sweet liquid.
Savanna turned her body over, still showing her worn cunt into her boyfriend’s face. Her warm breath floated across his cock, her warm hand wrapping around his stiff shaft shortly after. As her hand worked up and down his meaty pole, her moist tongue teased the tip of his dick.
He moaned into her muff, never being turned on so much before in his life. More electric shocks of lust filled his body as Savanna gently massaged his length with her lips, her tongue slithering over his skin. His large cock was engulfed completely in her mouth, her hand gently rubbing his sac as she took him down her throat.
They moaned on each others crotches, the vibrations driving them crazy with lust. Savanna pulled away before she could explode into another orgasm and straddled Rhett’s hips. She leaned down quickly, pulling on his lip between her teeth before going down to nibble on his neck.
Her teeth were gently chewing on his flesh when she felt his wet cock slide against her horny cunt. He moaned loudly into her ear, his arms straining to free themselves from his confines. She knew that he loved the attention on his neck and she smiled to herself at finding his spot once more, biting him harder.
“Savanna,” Rhett cried out as his hips lurched forward again, their groins mashing together. “Oh god, fuck me baby. Fuck me hard and let me feel your hot cunt.”
Savanna’s hand scratched down his torso roughly and guided his cock to the mouth of her pussy. Rhett could feel the heat radiating from inside her pussy and forced himself into her hole.
“Fffuuck!” Savanna screamed as her hole stretched around his girth, her moist pussy pulled him inside her, gripping him like a vice in her velvet folds. She rolled her hips in a circle, his cock filling every bit of her warm tunnel as her boobs bounced softly. Her hips continued to roll as she bounced up and down his cock, her tits bouncing up and down as she rode him.
It wasn’t long before her bounces became more desperate, wanting more of him inside her. Rhett’s hips bucked beneath her, feeling her inner walls massaged his cock like a million tiny fingers begging his cum to shoot out.
“God, I’ve missed feeling you inside me,” moaned Savanna as her pussy flexed around his engorged dick. “Fuck my cunt baby, oh God, yes,” she cried as her body bounced harder, getting Rhett balls deep inside her. Their skin slapped against each other fiercely as their hips bucked wildly.
Rhett’s hips were rising off the mattress as he thrust powerfully into his girlfriend’s hot cunt, making her bounce up and down in the air before having his cock ram into her tight pussy once more. Savanna’s eyes rolled in the back of her head as she felt Rhett power through her, her mouth gaping wide as her silent moans continued to rack her body.
Her body lurched forward and untied the rope around his wrists. Rhett tore off his blindfold and held Savanna by the hips, helping her bounce up and down his shaft. His nails dug into her skin as he worked her on his cock, feeling the familiar tingle in his balls.
“Baby,” he warned, “Savanna, I’m gonna come. Oh God, I’m so close,” he said as his powerful thrusts powered through her pussy faster and harder. Savanna’s eyes closed shut tight, excited about feeling Rhett’s load explode inside her.
Wanting him to paint the inside of her pussy with his cum, Savanna flexed her inner walls as she bounced. The feel of her tight grip around his shaft sent Rhett over the edge as cum exploded from his cock. Cum filled Savanna’s womb as her pussy spasmed around his cock, her walls milking the rest of his cum.
Savanna’s tense body shook wildly as her juice exploded around her boyfriend’s cock, her strong orgasm racking her body. Her vision blanked as she collapsed on top of Rhett in exhaustion, their sweat covered bodies sticking together as they panted. Rhett held her in his arms as they fell asleep with sated lust.
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