Domination/submission

Fantasy

My boss

I’ve always had this fantasy about my boss at work. Now I’m going to share it with you. But first let me give you a little information on how he really is.
His name is Joseph. Forty-two and really skinny. A sort of stuck up man. He owns a restaurant in the small town I live near by. He has a bitch of a wife and eight kids. Yea eight. He never compliments me or any of his employees. The few times he ever really talks to me is when he lectures me. He’s Mormon. So he’d never cheat on his wife. But that doesn’t mean i can’t fantasize.
Now a little of my story. For some odd reason I’m really attracted to him. His power over me, turns me on. The fact that he he barely acknowledge my existence, makes my heart race. He’d never do this, but I’ve given some thought about what I want to happen. So on to the fantasy.
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I’m at work. I’m working really hard cooking order after order. He’s right beside me as usual. We finally beat the lunch rush and begin to clean up the mess in stock. Most of our boxes and lids are stored upstairs and from time to time we have to go up there and grab a bunch of stuff to restock.
“Elaine, we need eight by eights. Will you go upstairs and get them please?” I of coarse do as told. I run upstairs and turned on the storage lights. After searching for a bit I found what I was looking for and turned around to turn the light off, but was face to face will Joseph. A little shocked I stuttered, ” I’m sorry. Was I up here to long?” He didn’t say a word.
Staring at each other for a minute I finally began to try to get out of the room. But as I tried to get passed him he pushed me back. I tried again only a little harder. He grabbed my hips. Then with a hard push, knocked me down and pinned me to the floor. I was so confused and scared I didn’t know what to say.
“I know you want this. I can see it in your eyes. Well, I know i do. I want to fuck you hard.” I was shocked by his words but he was right. I did want it. He started to kiss me passionately. I eagerly kissed him back. I ripped his shirt off. I heard his many buttons fly everywhere. I kissed his chest. In my mind I imagine it hard and muscular. Then completely remove the torn remains off.
He pulled my shirt off exposing my pump breasts. I could feels his eyes enjoying there firmness. He began to squeeze them then kissed the exposed skin. Then back to my lips. He lifted me up enough to undo my bra and then pinned me back down. I could feel my panties get wet. His mouth devour my hardened nipples. Kissing and sucking one at a time. He lifted his body up then undid his pants.
I knew instantly what to do. I grabbed out his throbbing cock and starting sucking. I also imagine it to be around eight inches. With every soft stroke of my mouth I get just a little deeper and he gets a little harder. Finally I get his full length in my mouth. I start pounding his cock against my face. He lets off loud moans. I go faster and faster and then feel his sweet cum in my throat. He pulls my head close to his body with every shot of come.
I lay back down. Impressed with my good sucking. But Joseph wasn’t done. ” I said I was going to fuck you hard.” With a hard jerk and twist he had me up on my knees. He rapidly undid my pants and pulled down my drenched panties. Without hesitation he pushed in his still hard cock. His first thrust was really hard. But after only three thrusts he sent me to an extreme orgasm. I tried hard not to scream.
He pulled on my hair and used it to keep his balance while his other hand slapped my ass. He moaned and breathed hard but fucked me harder and harder with every thrust. He moved his hand from my hair down to my swollen clit. Then sent me to a second orgasm. He pinched my clit and then pulled his hand up to where his cock was. I felt a finger with his cock inside of me. Then two, then three.
So afraid I was going to scream, I covered my mouth. He took his fingers out. ” OH fuck I’m going to come.” He pulled his cock out of my satisfied pussy and sprayed his come all over my ass then watched me rub it all over myself. He slapped his cock on my ass a few times and let it rest there. Then got a huge grin on his face.
How about a good ass fucking? I’ve never been in to that but I for some reason wanted him to. He covers his once again hard cock with saliva and slowly inserts himself in. I imagine it to feel really good. He starts slow then gets harder and faster. He puts two of his fingers inside of my well fucked pussy. Sliding in and out of it as he fucks my ass. He puts in three fingers. Then Four. Then slowly he has his whole hand inside of me.
I came again. My juices keeping me lubricated and his hand able to move. He starts to ram my ass and I feel his cock jerk. He moans louder and with four long and harder thrusts, comes in my ass. He pulls out and watches me put my clothes back on. Then I head home knowing if this keeps up I’ll get a raise.

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Fantasy

Who’s your master!!

As the taxi pulled away from the parking lot I looked down at the card I printed out and then looked back up to the huge hotel. I walked up to the door wondering why he would want a little kid like me to come to such a fancy place. As I walked inside I was amazed at the beautiful scenery inside the immaculate hotel. Stunned I walked up to the front desk with my note secure in my hands. The bell on the desk gleamed brightly as I gently tapped it.
“Hello welcome to the Tipton how may I help you?” said the manger behind the desk smiling down upon me.
“Umm
 yes ma`ma I need to find room 475 where is that?” I said studying my note once more.
“O you go down the hall and get on the elevator it’s on the 8th floor and u go right, straight down the hall ok sweetie.” The lady said grinning.
I smiled back and politely said “Thank You.” as I started my way down the hall.
Still thinking about what happened earlier today I blindly pressed the 8th floor button. As I went over everything in my head flashbacks filled my mind. I read my note once more out of anticipation. It read “Dear Dominique, You seem like a very excellent person and ive wanted to meet you for quite a while please come to the Tipton hotel and go to room 475” My thoughts stopped as soon as the doors opened and I walked out. “Hmmm I can’t wait to meet this person finally.” I mumbled to myself as I walked down the hall going right.
My thoughts came back as my anticipation grew. As I made it to the door I knocked gently and found the door to be open. “Should I go in?” I asked myself quietly
“Well I was told to come to this room so whoever it is must be expecting me.” I said in almost a whisper as I entered the big room.
“Hello!?” I called out looking around. “Hheellloo!” I called once more. I walked in all the way and looked around “Is anybody here?” I said silently. I turned around and saw a note propped up on a tray sitting on a table along with a silk blindfold. I picked up the note and read it quietly. “Hello Dominique I know you’ve been curious about what’s goanna happen today well I have some very interesting plans for you.” My mind started to race “The reason ive asked you here is for me to know and you to find out very soon, what I would like for you to do is put on the blindfold I have set out for you on the tray and strip down. I shall accompany you shortly so feel free to lie down on the bed and wait.” I re-read the note quickly an put it back on the tray. I took the blindfold in my hands and held it for a second. “A blindfold? Why in the world would I possibly need a blindfold for?” I asked myself as I stripped out of my jeans. As I got more excited about these plans I began to feel my panties get damp and warm. I slid them off followed by my coat and shirt. I stood there naked and hot. I picked up the blindfold and walked over to the bed and sat down. I tied it and saw nothing but blackness. I thought about the note and lay down on the bed with my hands folded over my tummy.
After about 15 minutes I heard the door of the room shut and gentle steps approach me. “Well well well 
..” said a mild Irish accent.
“I’m very pleased that you’ve made it Dominique, ive been expecting you.” DPM said gently resting a hand over mines “Are you wondering why you have a blindfold over you?” he asked sweetly.
I nodded my head
“Well,” he said getting up
.. “We’ve been talking for sometime and I’ve been wondering for quite a while what a night with you would be like, you as my slave me as your master.” He said running his finger gently over my cheek. “Master?” I asked quietly. “Yes indeed are you up to this?” he asked. His touch excited every nerve in my young body. I felt my snatch get wetter with every stroke of his hands across my cheek.
I nodded my head once more.
“But what’s the blin-
..” before I finished the sentence I was interrupted with a gentle “eh but master what’s the blindfold for, if you wish to addressee me you must do so with a respectful ‘master’ and I will choose to answer or not understand?” he said pulling his hand away from my cheek I felt him grab one of my wrist and then handcuff it to the bed then the other.
“Yes master.” I said quietly
“Good.” He said back. I felt his hands return to me only not my face this time on my tummy. He touched gentle and soft, delicately like a feather. He ran his fingers slowly over my stomach up to the undersides of my chest and moved away from them, to my neck. His hands gently rubbed my neck and ran down to my shoulders. As he kept teasing me I got more and more excited! He placed his gentle fingers on my thigh and ran them around and around carefully.
“Slave girl open your legs for your master so I may see your sweet young pussy.” He said still touching me gently. I opened them slowly as I felt warm liquid slide down onto the bed beneath me. He started to chuckle “I see you’re excited about this.” He said going in between my legs. He sat there and began to touch gently around the insides of my legs. Running them up and down slowly. As he continued to do this he got closer and closer to my snatch then he’d jus pull away and start over. My mind started to race again my pulse was going wacky my body was getting weak with ever stroke of his loving hands. A squeal escaped my throat when he finally did gently tap a sensitive spot in my pussy. All he did was chuckle lightly and continued to touch around my legs. I loved this even tho he didn’t openly jus give it to me
.. In fact I think that’s why I wanted it more then I ever have. Something about his ways just gave me a tingly feeling that went up and down my spine in to the pit of my tummy.
Suddenly every nerve ending in me almost exploded when he started to rub my snatch. He gently rubbed my extremely sensitive and wet clitoris and I couldn’t help but squeal at every touch, but then he told me to close my legs. Huh??? I asked in my head. But I just decided to be obedient slave and I closed them back up without saying a word. He once again touched me gently over my body till finally he came up to my ear and whispered silently “Open your legs again I want to see how good my slave taste.” When he said that I felt something that kinda twitched down in my stomach it was a pleasurable twitch that, once more, made my heart beat fast. I opened them again, and felt him get between my legs again.” Slowly he rubbed my clit again his touch was smooth and loving; all I could hear was the sound of my heart beating out of its chest.
Then I felt his tongue flick over my clit and I almost blew right then and there. He began to suck, lick and tease my pussy driving me outta my mind with pleasure till I began to feel an intensely powerful surge go threw my body up my spine, I was gonna cum. I then loudly moaned “Oooo master im going to cum!!!”
He rose his mouth up from my aching snatch and then walked away. I lie there trying to catch my breath. How in the world is he making me experience so much pleasure by doing so little? I was still pondering on it when he cam back to the room.
“ahem
.” He whispered in my ear “I didn’t say you could cum yet.” I felt a grin sweep my face but then quickly I got serious again “I apologize for my incompetence my master.” I said quietly. I rubbed leg once more and said
“Well don’t let it happen again.”
Then he told me to open my legs up wider than b4efore. Like a good slave I did as I was told. I basically did a split in the air and waited. Then I felt my master’s warm wet tongue tease my clit once again. I sighed a very pleasurable sigh and lay there as he rocked my world. Soon I started feeling that Cumming feeling so I quickly tried to stifle the thought off my mind I started to squirm because the thought wasn’t leaving. I started thinking off other things like how I know my mom is probably wondering where I am or other things and it was working pretty well. After a while he moved up from my snatch and got close to my ear again. His warm breath captivated me.
“Since you’ve been such a good little slave, not Cumming before I told you to, I wanna reward you.” I just nodded my head and a gentle “yes master” escaped my lips.
“Open your legs once more for your master.” He said kindly. I opened them wondering what my reward would be, if he was gonna eat me out till I came or fingered me so I could finally cum.
Soon I felt something hard rubbing against my pussy but it was much thicker than a tongue or a finger it was his cock. I could feel myself slipping into ecstasy. His cock excited me more then his mouth and fingers. He slowly rubbed his dick around my dripping wet snatch, carefully running it over my clit then near my cunt then quickly pulling away.
“Very clever master I have
.” I thought to myself as he continued to play with my honey pot. Suddenly after a while of him stroking me so tenderly I felt the head of his cock prop up against the entrance of me. I bit my lip and sorta jerked as he slowly entered in me. His cock felt different then the other ones ive dealt with. It felt like it was to be curved, curved and long. He penetrated me deeply and slow and held it there for a second or two. Then pulled out completely he entered me once more only about half way then pulled out once more. He kept that up for a while, driving me crazy with lust. I started to squirm and push myself down on his cock and get in better contact with it. He could definitely tell I wanted it “Does my slave need something more?” he asked me
I shook my head no. “Be honest my sweet slave
..” he said quizzitivly
I quietly said
“Yes master.” He chuckled once more and pulled out of me and started to rub his cock around my pussy again. And then he got up and stood over me, and rubbed his cock up and down my tummy. I felt the now cool liquid from my snatch streak on my stomach each time his cock passed it. I started to get tense in anticipation. I started to crave DPM’s cock more than anything.
Finally he went back over to my aching pussy and placed his cock at my entrance once more. I braced myself; I felt my writs go numb at the feeling of being handcuffed for so long. Soon I felt his curved cock slide into me slowly. I gritted my teeth as I felt all my sensual tension store up in my tummy again. He went in about half way then pulled back out not but he didn’t pull all the way out this time. Instead he jus penetrated me deeper and slower. His curved cock bumped against my g-spot and sent a tingly feeling up my thru my veins. He continued to slowly go inch by inch till he was in the hilt of me. I moaned silently and started to breath heavy.
He put a hand on my stomach and started to rub it as he began to slowly push himself into me. He started slowly letting his cock slide in then pulling far back then sliding back in. Each time he pushed in his cock would brush pass my g-spot which each time brought me closer to my climax. Then he began pushing into me harder with each stroke. I was going to cum any second I could tell. He began to thrust into me.
“Oooo master!!” I cried as I felt him hit the hilt of me once more. His cock filled my pussy up and it felt so good, every thrust and push drove me closer to an orgasm. Then it happened I came

 hard thanks to all that sexual tension that’s been stored up. The orgasm made me a tad limp but I was still up for this. He continued to give me heavy pounding each throw down into me made me weaker and weaker and I didn’t even know this mans true name. As he fucked me I felt every vein of his cock slip into me then back out which added to the intense pleasure I was already getting.
I was having multiple orgasms each one more powerful then the next. If you were to walk anywhere near the room all you would is the constant orgasmic moans, and squeals coming from me. Soon after an hour or so he slowly pulled out of me and un-did my hand cuffs. I rubbed my wrist and sat up. I started taking of my blindfold till I heard him say
“No no you’re going to keep it on, right now I want you to give me a finale.” He said lying down. I wondered what he meant that is until I felt him grab my hand and placed it on his cock. I then crawled over on top of him in a 69 position and felt around and found his cock and wrapped it with both hands. I started to rub it and I was right it was curved; it’s was thick to and long. I didn’t jus wanna touch it I wanted to taste it. I gently put my mouth over the head of his cock and started to gently lick and tease it with my tongue.
“Do you like this my master?” I asked quietly.
“‘It’s sufficient slave.” He said as I continued to lick and suck on the tip. I started to lick the under side of it up and down then get back to the tip. After a few minutes of that my master said to me
“That’s enough slave, take it deep in your mouth and suck it hard like the little nymph you are.”
When he said that I felt a need for it deep in my throat. So I put both hands around it and opened my mouth wide. I got my lips around it and got about 3-4 inches of him down my slender throat. I ran my hand over the remanding part and felt about 4 or 5 more to go. So I relaxed my throat muscles and slid it about three more inches down. I began to suck and roll my tongue over what was in my mouth and started to bob my head up and down. His cock felt hard and stiff in my mouth. And the way his cock curved at a certain angle made it easy for me to get it down.
“Good slave, faster now, as fast as you can
” I heard him say as he started to rub my clit. I then started to bob my head hard and fast as fast as I could. I felt the need to please my master. “O yes that’s a very good slave.” He said as I contracted my throat around his cock.
As he continued to rub my clit I began to get that ‘im about to cum feeling’ and started to squirm but quickly regained focus.
“Ah yes slave harder, harder and faster.” He said in somewhat of a moan. I tightened my lips and made my throat contract a few more times to make it tighter around his cock and began to throat fuck his cock. Soon after a while I couldn’t take it any more the way he rubbed my clit was better than I ever did I came once again. I started to shake a little then I got back to my job. His cock filled my mouth and throat and it was getting ready to blow after a while. Suddenly I felt his cock expand in my throat so I braced myself for a mouth full of cum, and he blew. His hot steamy cum coated my throat and slid down into my tummy. Squirt after squirt his cum filled me mouth. I swallowed it all and rolled off of him. He was breathing heavy in long drags as I lay next to him. I started to take off my blindfold once more but he put his hand over mines and said
“No no.” again.
I removed my hands from my blind fold and just laid there tried and weak. I heard him get up and walk over to pick up his clothes.
“Master?” I said quietly
“Yes slave girl.”
“May I know your true name?”
I heard a zipper go up and a slight chuckle
“That, my dear slave, is for me to know and you to find out

..”
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Fantasy

Trip to The Market (Remake, and an Update)

Okay, New thing, I’m going to be doing updates for you guys, if you like my writing. I plan on getting a new story up here soon, I’ve just had writers block.
For my next story, it’s going to be a Fan fiction of Naruto, gah, I know, You probably hate that, you might not, But I’ve been wanting to do one for awhile. But Before we get there, I’m Just gunna spice up one of my old works, you will probably recognize.
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Welcome to this written document. I thank you for wishing to read it, but there are some rules.
1. If you know the content of this story is not of your tastes do not read it.
2. If you are not certain on whether or not it is, and read it, then decide you
Do not like it, do not give negative comments like ‘fag’ or saying that whoever reads it and does like it is ‘sick’. Other people DO like it, and
By you saying negative things, you are harming their feelings. And when you
Harm someone’s feelings, it could be hazardous.
3. Rule number Two goes the same for those are completely against it and read it anyway.
4. ANY similarities between a character or place is entirely coincidental, unless
It is acknowledged in the beginning by the author, BEFORE the story begins.
5. Do not misunderstand Rule number Four. Real towns, cities, and important buildings will be spoken of unless said otherwise. Those parts of the settings will be as accurate, and realistic as possible.
6. The last and final rule: All copyrights are withheld. This document belongs completely to the Author.
~Thank you for reading these rules.
It is highly appreciated by the Author.
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Note: Okay, you probably recognize this story, if you haven’t, DO NOT FIND THE ORIGINAL. It truely was terribly written at first, but this is sorta a remake. More details, and less confusing. Enjoy! It’s from an old account.
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Trip to the Market
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“Jason!!!!!” Yelled Jason’s mother. “We are going to the Market! Get your shoes on!”
“Comin’ Momma!!” He hollered back, thumping down the steps to get his shoes on.
Jason dropped to the floor,grabbing his shoes before tousling with them, fighting to get his shoes on his feet. They, his shoes, were a size too small. He’d better remember to tell his mommy that he needed new shoes.
Once he was able to put his shoes on his feet, he tied the laces. His tongue stuck out the entire time that he did so; he was concentrating so hard.. He was so proud himself. He had just learned how to tie his shoes a little while ago, and now he could do it all by himself. His mommy would be so proud of him, too, when she found out.
Jason was one nine years old, and he was very short. . He was only four feet, and two inches tall. He was very fit for his age and size, though. He was lean, and had lost almost all of his baby fat. That’s what happens when you run around all day outside, his mother would say. People were always asking questions about it. How his face was still a baby face and his body was so fit.
He had big Topaz colored eyes with creamy rich smooth skin; a big result of being out in the sun all of the time. He loved the sun; the fresh air, the flowers, everything. He had a very girlish form; it caught the attention of many lecherous old men . It was obviously attractive to alot of people, he has a nice, plump butt that was smooth and unaffected by puberty yet, his hips were narrow, and yet wide at the same time, and his hands and feet were dainty as hell.
His voice was soft, feminine almost, while his hair was a brown, copper color that was always in a tangled, sloppy mess that framed his face. He was absolutelty considered one of the cutest boys ever among all of the house wives and stay at home mothers.
“Come on, Hun. It’s time to get going,” His Mother walked into the entry hall, her heels clicking on the hard blackwood.
His mother had matching topaz eyes, he’d inherrited them from her, but she was a natrual dishwater blonde, and so that ment his father gave him his hair color. His mom was one of the more attractive ‘Milfs’ in the town. She still had her figure; large breasts, wide, womanly hips, and long, smooth tan legs. Today, she wore a silk blouse that was low cut and a pencil skirt that hugged her ass and hips loveingly. Most already assumed this,but it was his fathers favorite suit on his momma.
“Alright, Momma,” He said. With a hurumph, he pushed himself to his feet. Smiling, he bounced over to her side, excited and ready.
Running her fingers through his hair, she smiled back. Despite what people thought, she loved her son. She opened the door and stepped out, turning the car on at the click of a button. She had one of those fansy cars, and everyone knew it.
Climbing into the back of the car, Jason buckled himself up and bounced gently, rocking the car in his excitement. Swinging his feet back and forth as he stared out the window, he hummed to the song on the radio; which had started playing the moment the car was turned on.
Fifteen minutes later, they were at the Market. Jason was still jumping on the balls of his feet, and holding up things for his mother to see and say, “Can I have this?” Only to be told no over and over. He’d Shrug each time, before putting it in the cart, despite what his mother said. She’d get it for him anyway.
Eventually, he felt a pressure in his groin and whined that he had to go pee.
“Pleeeeeeease, Momma, Pleaaaaaaase!!! I’m guhhna pee my paaaaaaaants!”
“Fine!” said his mother. She really, really wanted to it hurry up and get the shopping done as soon as possible. She had to make lunch soon. In her frustration, she called a stock boy over.
“Yes, ma’am?” Asked the boy, tilting his head as he looked at her with his sturdy, serious green eyes.
He was a handsome boy, no one could deny that. He had a strong, but narrow jawline, a straight, thin nose, and full, lush lips that alot of girls fauned over. He was tall, infact, he was almost 6 feet, and his skin was white, not a pale white, but a creamy white. His hair was black, and hung over his green eyes, complementing them.
His mother wasn’t sure about trusting this boy, but unwisely, she did anyway.
“Will you please take my son to the bathroom and take care of him while I finish shopping? I need to hurry, and If I take him it’ll take awhile. He’s more respondent to other boys when it comes to this sort of stuff.”
The Stock Boy’s eyes would flick down to the young boy; who was crossing his legs as he bit his lip; before giving a small smile, nodding to him.
A moment later, the Stock Boy added, “Yes, Ma’am. I’ll take him towards the front of the doors when we’re done and wait with him for you there.”
“Thank you, ah,” She glanced down at his name tag, “Andrew.”
“You’re welcome, Ma’am,” Andrew bowed his head, and gripped the boy’s hand, leading him to the bathroom.
“Come on, kid. We don’t wanna keep you waiting, now do we?”
“N.. no… i really gotta peeeeeeeee,” The boy whined, shaking his head as he basically skipped to follow him.
Once they were in the bathroom, Andrew turned and locked the door. It was a two person bathroom. Two stalls, two urinals, and two sinks.
Andrew turned, looking at the boy and grabbed his hips, proping him up on one of the marble sinks. He unbuttoned his pants, and tugged down the zipper, pushing his pants down around his anckles before setting the boy back down on the floor infront of the shorter urinal.
Shyly, Jason looked back up and over his shoulder to look at Andrew, nibbling his little lower lip before studdering, “C.. Can you help me, M..mister Andrew?”
Arching one brow, he squatted down, and, sliping his long fingers around the boys soft penis gently, held it up and slightly over the rim of the urinal.
After a few hesitant moments, Jason went to the bathroom, biting the tip of his finger shyly as he watched the hand gripping his special private place. Noone ever touched him there besides his mommy when she gave him a bath.
Once he was done, Jason started to bend over to pull up his pants when he felt the tip of something wet slip into his butthole. It was Andrew’s finger.
He pushed inside the boy’s hole gently with his finger, making Jason moan and whimper, “It hurts… W.. What are you doing?”
Andrew pulled his finger out, and hoiseted the boy up, setting him on the counter.
“Relax,” Andrew said gently, pushing the boy onto his back and tugged the rest of his pants off. He spread the little boys legs and spread them, not very surprised when he noticed that the little child’s penis was hard. He had rubbed the hilds prostate a little after all. It hadn’t really hurt.
This kid’s ass is looser than I expected… I think someone may have gotten to this treat first, He thought to himself.
Gently, Andrew squirted some lube onto his finger that he just pulled out of his pocket.
He rubbed the lube against Jason’s tight little hole, circling it until he felt the muscles relax and the he slide his entire finger inside of him.
He wiggled his finger, turning his finger gently in circles, before he slipped another finger inside and started pumping his fingers in and out, spreading his fingers apart before pushing them back in, and repeating the proccess.
Jason couldn’t help it. Andrew kept on rubbing his prostate, making him moan loudly.
“You’re ready,” Andrews sighed, satisfied now that he could sink his length into his warmth. Pulling his cock out of his jeans, he slid his pants around his hips gently.
He took a deep breath, rubbing the lube all over his cock, making it slick enough to slide into the child easily.
Putting the head at the boy’s entrance, he glanced up at Jason.
“Hey, Kid… What’s your name?” Andrew asked.
“J.. Jason… M.. Mister Andrew. H.. hey… please m.. make me feel good again. I.. It feels weird, but I like it.”
With a small, light laugh, Andrew pushed in slightly.
“I.. It hurts!” Jason suddenly cried.
“Stop, Stop, Please, Pull it out!” He yelled. Andrew has quite big, despite his administrations of stretching the boy.
“Relax, It’ll feel good soon,” Andrew said, distracted as he watched his thick, 8 inch meat slip into that tight, creamy, delicious ass of Jason’s.
Jason’s eyes pricked with tears, and he bite his lip, writhing in pain and pleasure. He didn’t like it much anymore.
He breathed deeply, trying to relax as Mister Andrew said. After awhile, It stopped hurting, and Jason started moaning as he pumped in and out of him gently.
Andrew stared down at the little boy, groaning as he took in the tight little body wrapped around his aching cock.
He thrust gently at first, not wanting to hurt the boy more than neccessary, but he started sliding in and out easily, with no resistance. He picked up his pace, pounding the kid.
“Fuck, Kid!” He yelled, his hands slapping onto his hips as he drove into him.
Jason had never felt anything so good in his life. He moaned loudly and wildly, his back arching uncontrolably as he tried scooting closer to Andrew’s Body.
“Ah… M.. Mister! Stop! I’m gunna pee! I’m gunna PEE!!!” He screamed, His eyes opening up wide as he stared up at him.
At this, Andrew slammed into him faster and harder as He panted, groaning as He pushed flush against his ass, cumming inside of him.
Andrew new that Jason had cum; there were little strings of clear liquid on his stomach.
Andrew pulled out, wiping the boy and himself off. He placed his dick away back in his jeans, where it should be, and fixed the boys clothing, smirking down at him.
It was a bit of surprise though when Jason hugged his legs tightly, rubbing his cheek on his pants.
“Mister Andrew, You should ask Momma if you could be my Babysitter, You’re alot of fun. Momma has been lookin’ for Someone to take care of me while she’s at work and out of town. Everyone else is a big meany, I don’t like them. When they do stuff me I don’t like it at all”
Andrew looked down at Jason, hoisting him up again and resting him on his hip.
“Alright, I will, But you cant tell your mommy what we just did. It’s our little secret, whattya say, kid?”
Jason stuck out his free hand to handshake. Giggling as he looked up Andrew, He gripped his hand and shook, and out they went the bathroom door to wait for His mommy.
His mother didn’t even think of it when Jason asked her if that boy could be his babysitter; it was clear he liked the older boy. She said yes right away, and retrieved the boy’s phone number, ready to call him on her next out of town meeting.
THE END.

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City of Depravity- Krista’s Ride

This is the beginning of a series of events where the lives of friends, family, and strangers become a web of sin. If there is enough interest, I will lead you further down this path. All comments are appreciated. And don’t forget to vote. Welcome to the City of Depravity…

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Debbie 1

Debbie
By Greybeard
My girl friend, Debbie, had a somewhat unusual childhood that I
thought might be of interest to some of you.
When Debbie was only one and a half, her mother dissappeared. Her
father married again, to a slender attractive woman who Debbie always
adored, even though she was disciplined regularly from about the age
of eight until she left the house to marry at age 19.
Her stepmother used a strap on her and to this day, the sight of a
leather strap sitting on a table will cause Deb to blush and shake.
Debbie had two younger half brothers—when she was 13 years old,
Jimmy was nine and Billy was seven. What was unusual though, was that
although Deb was subjected to frequent strappings and spankings, her
younger brothers were never required to undergo corporal punishment.
She was the only one who got it on the behind, and even though it
didn’t seem fair, that’s how it was and she never questioned it.
It was Deb’s step mother who usually took charge of the
punishment, although she would get occasional spankings from her
father as well. For the most part, her stepmother did not require
that Debbie take her clothes off to be punished, but she was sometimes
required to remove her things afterward so that Mom could inspect the
degree of damage that had been done.
Since the strapping frequently was accomplished while Debbie was
wearing just shorts or a short dress, and the target area often
included her legs as well as her bottom, she often had to wear blue
jeans to school the next day to cover up the bruises.
Most punishment was instantaneous after whatever offense she was
being chastised for, but sometimes, if she was out with her mom,
Debbie would be told that punishment would be forthcoming. Debbie
says it was especially humiliating to be told by her mom that she was
“going to get it” when they got home as she could not stand the
anticipation.
The punishment sessions usually took place in either her parents’
room or her own room and although in the early days her younger brothers did not usually
get a chance to see Debbie being punished, they could hear her cries
and the sound of the strap. They would often giggle about it
afterward and she knew that they told their friends that Debbie had
“been whacked on her fanny” or some such thing, which made her cringe
with embarassment when she thought about it.
Although for the most part Debbie’s younger brothers did not see
her get spanked in her younger years, there was one occasion in particular that she
described to me when they were present for her punishment. Debbie was
already driving at least, in the neighborhood, when she was 13, and one afternoon after school, in trying to back into the garage, she managed to run over a wagon that
belonged to the two boys. When her Mom saw what had happenned, she
marched Debbie into the house while holding her firmly by the ear.
“You’ll pay for this young lady,” her stepmother said, striking
terror into Debbie’s heart, but her mom told her that she would wait
until her Dad got home before the punishment would commence.
When her father got home, the two parents conferred for a few
minutes alone, after which, Debbie was told to report to her parents’
room, and the boys were told to be present too.
When everyone was seated in the room, Debbie’s mother went and got
the strap. Then she told Debbie to take off her clothes, “All of them
young lady, I want you naked in front of everyone.”
Debbie couldn’t believe it. But she was too afraid to refuse. As
her younger brothers looked on in astonishment, Debbie took off her
sweater, her wool skirt, her half slip, her shoes and bobby socks, and
then her brassiere and her little pink cotton panties. She hated the
boys seeing her naked body like that.
“Now bend over and grab your ankles,” said Mom, which meant that
from behind, Debbie’s bottom hole and her genitals were clearly
exposed. In total degradation, Debbie was smacked again and again
with the leather strap until she was bawling her eyes out while her
two brothers and her father looked on.
Finally her step mother stopped. She made Deb walk over to each
of her brothers and bend over and show them her reddenned bottom close
up. Mom asked each of them in turn whether they thought Debbie had
been punished enough. Both the boys giggled, but said yes, she had
had enough.
When she bent over in front of her father, however, it was another
story.
“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson, young lady,” he said,
“get over my knees right now.”
He then proceeded to give her a thorough hand spanking on her bare
behind, and this time she bawled like a baby. When her father was
through, Debbie’s stepmother made her stand in the middle of the room
so everyone could see her nakedness. She then ordered Debbie to run
in place with her titties and bottom cheeks bouncing up and down while
everyone counted out loud to one hundred together. When they reached
one hundred, Debbie was allowed to leave the room and go to her own
bedroom. She says she didn’t sleep at all that night and cried into
the early morning hours.
Debbie was allowed to stay home from school the next day after her
punishment, but that evening it became obvious that her brothers had
told all the kids they knew what had happenned.
There were several anonymous phone calls for Debbie that night,
boys calling up and saying, “Are we going to see your red behind
tomorrow?” or “We hear you like to show everyone your bare bottom, can
I see it?” and things like that. Debbie went back to school the next
day but it was more than a week before she was able to look anyone in
the eye, kids or teachers.
Debbie is now in her thirties, but I have no trouble picturing her
as a teenager. In fact, I have seen some very sweet pictures of her
in her teen years. She still has a slender body, and a cute little
bottom, and whenever I think of this story, I get excited and often
make her take off all her clothes and drape her naked body over my
knees for an old fashioned bare bottomed spanking, which is what I am
going to do right now.
Her brothers still live in this town. Do you think I should
invite them over some time to watch?

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A Wolf goes hunting

He sat at the bar, smoking a cigarette and drinking the terrible excuse for scotch the bartender had served him. He was on his fourth, but who was counting.

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College Girl 2

Trish finds herself being taken for an erotic ride, introduced to new toys and new adventures. Things start getting wild and she doesn’t know how to stop, or want to.