Wicked Wednesday: Writhe

Posted on 27th February 2013 in Erotica, Wicked Wednesday

The plane journey has been long. Oh so long. I sit in my seat, not really knowing what is to come, what to expect when I step off that plane. Without a bra and without panties I have traveled from my home to his, nervous, scared, flying into the unknown.

I writhe. In anticipation. In expectation.

I collect my bags and leave, seeing him, seeing her, finally, my cunt twitches. I approach slowly, worried I am not what they expected. Not hot enough, not sexy enough, not anything enough. But they smile at me, Sir grins, nodding to the bathrooms. I flush but the wetness between my legs gives me away. He knows, they both know. I take my bags into the bathroom and he follows me.

I pick a stall and wait. So nervous, heart pounding, but writhing. He enters, I know it is him, and my door swings open almost of its own accord, knowing how much I want this. He shuts the door behind him and lifts my top up, no words pass his lips, not even a hello. He gropes me, feeling my tits, running his hands over my stomach, around my waist, back to my tits, squeezing my nipples while I bite my lip trying not to give us away.

I writhe. In fear. In pleasure.

He lifts my skirt, grinning to see I have obeyed his orders. His hands explore me and I blush, turning my head away, unable to look at him. A hand wraps around my chin and turns my face towards him.

I writhe. In shame.

His fingers explore me, he turns me round, examining every inch of me. He bends me over, spreading my ass cheeks. I feel fingers begin to explore inside of me, violating what has been just mine for so long.

I writhe.

I hear the sound of a zipper and swiftly he takes me. I cannot help but scream and soon find a hand over my mouth as he pounds into me. Stretching me. Using me. Abusing me. I feel his cock pulse inside me, and he is done with me. He pulls out, zips up and leaves. I collapse on toilet.

And I writhe.

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30 Days of Kink: Day 5

Posted on 7th January 2011 in 30 Days of Kink, Erotica

I’m still trekking through the 30 days of kink! Today’s question is:

Day 5: What was your first kinky sexual experience?  If you haven’t had one yet, talk about what you hope to have happen.

I think I probably covered this in my last post so I’m trying to think of something new! So I’m going to share another childhood fantasy of mine instead!

As you drive up to the house you see a girl either side of the door, each in a cage suspended from the roof. Both girls are naked and just out of reach, they are purely decorative and not for touching.
Walking through the front doors you are greeted by a man in a suit, he is polite but immediately asks what you are looking for, if you have any specific requirements. You tell him that you are just looking, seeing what is available, and don’t intend to purchase today. He nods and shows you through. This is your first time in one of these places and you are initially shocked by what you see; one long corridor with windows all the way down on both sides. The windows are floor to ceiling and allow for a view of the girls behind them. The shock quickly subsides as you realise that this is how it should be; girls there for your pleasure, toys to do with as you please.

Each room is stone, more a dungeon than a room. Some contain toys that they have been ordered to play with, some more than one girl, some are tied down having orgasms ripped from them by machines while they scream and cry for it to stop. You see a girl you like the look of, she is tied to the wall with a hitachi pressed against her cunt, she is screaming, shaking and crying. You point at her, “stop it,” you say. The vibrations cease and she looks at you, her eyes conveying their thanks. “Remind me to try her on my next visit,” you say almost thinking out loud, “carry on.” The hitachi turns back on and you see her throw her head back as it tears yet more screams from her throat. “Definitely make sure I try that one,” you murmer.

You wander down the corridor taking in the different sights. Noting down which girls take your fancy, taunting some of them, demanding they display themselves or dance for you. You take in how they move, how they look, how they sound, how well they suffer. This really is the life. You tell them as you leave when you will be returning and which girls you want to see and as you drive off you cannot wait for your next visit.

(Obviously in my fantasies I was one of the girls but it’s hard to write it from that POV!)

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A Childhood Fantasy

Posted on 10th December 2010 in Erotica, Journal

Sat in the shower listing to the radio my mind wanders, as always, to another place: a cold stone dungeon, completely bare apart from small stone “tables” that rise from the floor to about waist height, laid out in a regular pattern around the room. I am sat, naked, legs spread on one such table. As ever there is a girl on every table, all nude, some held down with chains, others resigned and doing as they are told. Men surround all of them. They are fully clothed, always, only ever unzipping when they want to fuck us.

A man approaches, different from the others, an air of arrogance surrounds him. He is the main object of my fantasies, he appears in all of them. He is a sadist, he has no regard for my feelings, to him I truly am just a toy to use however he sees fit. He picks up the shower head and aims it at my clit, ordering me to spread my lips so the water hits the sensitive little nub. The group of men surrounding me watch me fight the pleasure, I cum so easily that they never let me. He never lets me. I must always wait.

“Clench your cunt. Squeeze it. You should always be tight,” he says. I battle to get control of my cunt, as I squeeze it tight I feel the need to cum overwhelm me. He sees my body tense and bellows “don’t you dare.” I clamour desperately to obey all of his orders, trying my hardest to keep my cunt muscles squeezed tight while doing my best to ignore the water spraying on my clit. “One minute,” he says and I begin to mentally count down. Finally he says “cum, now,” and my body begins to shudder, my hips buck but two men grab them and hold them down, the water does not stop spraying at my, now over sensitive, clit. I begin to scream and cry, desperate to wiggle away from it.

He is watching me. I am writhing under the hands that are now holding my hips still and my legs wide. “Stop,” he commands, but I can’t, he knows I can’t. “Stop right now or I will rip orgasms from you until I am happy that you have learnt your lesson.” I cry harder as I realise my unavoidable fate. The water continues to pound my clit and suddenly I feel a pressure on my ass. He rams a plug into me, sending me further into the spiral of pleasure, I cry out as another orgasm tears through my little body hot on the heels of the last. He demands that I squeeze the plug, as I attempt to writhe it grinds into me making the pleasure even more unbearable. More tears stream down my face.

He continues to drag orgasm after orgasm from my trembling body, watching me , getting off on my trauma. Finally he decides to stop, the water ceases and he flicks my tender clit before he walks away. I squeal and struggle to stand.

Back to reality I balance on my wobbly legs, finishing washing myself before getting out of the shower.

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A Fantasy

Posted on 22nd November 2010 in Erotica

She looks me up and down and licks her lucious lips. I can see the lust in her eyes as she imagines what is under my clothes, her obvious desire for me crushing my nerves and I stand tall for her, encouraging her eyes to rove. I’m nervous to allow my own eyes to take her in, she is so beautiful and I am a little threatned by that. Gorgeous women have always made me nervous. She is definitely not nervous, she is oozing sexuality, she knows exactly what she wants and she obviously always gets it.

“Dance for me,” she says. I freeze, panic washing over me. I have never been good at voluntarily being sexual, it feels wrong, it’s not appropriate. I had only danced for Daddy once before, I knew he wanted me to perform for her, I knew there would be consequences if I didn’t. I closed my eyes and started to slowly swing my hips, pretending there was no one else there, I ran my hands nervously over my curves and heard her voice again.
“Open your eyes. I want you to see who you’re performing for.” I fight my eyelids open and look at her, she flicks on some music and her hips gyrate to the rhythm as she walks towards me. I almost forget to keep dancing for her, mesmerised by her body drawing ever closer. She reaches a hand out to touch my hip and pulls me to her, grinding her own hips against mine.
“Loosen up” she says, her hot breath landing on my neck as our bodies rub. She runs her hands up my body and finds my already pert nipples, she begins to stroke them before using them to pull me even closer so she can kiss me.

As her tongue begins to explore my mouth I can’t control my hands any longer and they fumble at her dress buttons, desperate to feel her soft skin. I free her breasts and run my thumbs over her nipples, tracing my fingers around them, then stroking the rest of her breasts. Her skin feels so smooth and warm. Suddenly she breaks the kiss and takes her hands off me, my own arms drop from her body worried I have done something wrong. Her eyes are kind and she smiles at me and clasps my hand, leading me into a different room.

As we enter a large lounge I notice that we are not alone in it, there are men sat on the sofas chatting and stood holding drinks, all around the outside of the room. I slow down but she tugs my arm, taking me right into the center of the room. The chatter dies down and all eyes turn to look at us while I do my best to keep my eyes focussed on the floor.
“Take your clothes off” she says calmly. My eyes dart up to hers in panic and she nods, “and be sexy about it.” I feel for the buttons on my shirt, my hands tremblng, eyes once again on the floor. I manage one button and already feel incredibly exposed. The silence is deafening, they are all waiting for me.

A couple more buttons undone and I still cannot bring myself to look up. As a slide my shirt off I feel totally vulnerable, Daddy doesn’t like his little girl to wear bras, my breasts are completely on show to them now and terrified as I am I feel a damp patch appear in my panties. I can feel their eyes on my topless body and try my best to ignore it as her hands touch my breasts putting me slightly at ease. She teases my nipples with her fingers again and then nods towards my skirt. I slide it down very slowly, trying to conceal my modesty for as long as possible, what there is left of it that is, and when it hits the floor she pulls it away from me. I stand there in just my wet panties, surrounded by a minimum of 30 men, feeling the most exposed I have ever felt until she mutters, “they want you on all fours.”

The silence as they watch is worse than if they were hollering and shouting, they are all paying close attention to my every move. I slowly get down onto all fours, the damp in my panties exposed to half of the guests. I flush red, so embarrassed that they all know how horny I am, how wet I get. The girl pushes my head down so my humiliation is plain to everyone, even as I kneel I get wetter at the thought of all the eyes watching me. I feel her soft hand caress my ass before stroking my panties and getting my juices going even more, then she slides them off.

At that moment I feel totally helpless. Naked in front of a room of fully clothed men, cunt dripping wet and offered up to them,  I am at their mercy. The woman slides her finger inside me and swirls it around before bringing it to my mouth.
“Lick it clean,” she commands. My nose scrunches up but I open my mouth and reluctantly suck my juices off her fingers. “Good girl,” she praises me, “you’re making your Daddy very proud.”

She moves back to my exposed cunt and I feel her fingers spread it open. There is a shuffle of feet and a slight sound of metal, then I feel something cold inside me. My mind raced, these men can now not only see my outer nakedness, they can see inside me too. There is a speculum holding me wide enough open that they can see everything. There are more sounds of feet shuffling and then a male voice.
“Pass me the flash light.”

After my cunt had been discussed and examined in great detail the speculum was removed and I breathed deep thinking that it was home time. Then I felt a finger in my cunt again but only briefly, because then it slid into my ass. I couldn’t help but let out a quiet, but audible, moan that led to some chuckling around the room causing my face to flush bright red again. The finger in my ass began to gently fuck me and my moans got gradually louder. She built up the pace, faster and faster. I felt my horniness dripping down my legs and I began to tense.
“Remember your Daddy told you not to cum,” she chuckled and she finger fucked me harder. I wailed and fought to control myself, begging for her to stop so that I wouldn’t break Daddy’s rule, I was so close and I wanted it so badly  but finally she did stop. My hips wiggled with frustration but at least I’d been good.

“Sit up. Now you have to please me,” said the woman with a grin as she unbuttoned the last of her dress and slid it off to reveal nothing underneath but the most beautiful body I had ever seen. She lay on the floor in the centre of the room, not phased at all by the onlookers, spread her legs and nodded at me. I crawled closer to her and kissed her shoulder, then her neck, then down her chest to her amazing breasts. My hands ran over her curves, savouring the feel of her, wanting to touch every inch of her skin. I kissed all around her breasts, avoiding the nipples, all down her tummy, and all down her long, toned legs, right to her toes. As I made my way back up again I paused to breathe in her smell and plant a kiss right on her clit. When I made it back to her neck I lifted my head to kiss her lips again, our tongues caressed each other while my hands continued to learn her body by heart.

One hand slid between her legs and felt how much she wanted me, she was fighting to not grind herself against my hand. I brought my hand to my face and licked her juices from my finger right in front of her, her eyes went wide as she watched. With her taste still in my mouth I moved my attention back to her breasts, sucking a nipple into my mouth and rolling it around with my tongue. I suckled and licked and nibbled until she moaned and then moved over to the next one. When I was happy that I had paid enough attention to her nipples I kissed my way down to her tummy. I traced my nails around her lower abdomen and her upper thighs, gradually getting closer, watching the wetness drip from her before finally allowing my tongue to touch her. I gently licked her opening first, then up to her clit, flicking it a couple of times before sliding my tongue inside her. My hands alternated between stroking her, occasionally scratching her, and pulling at her nipples while my tongue licked out all the juice that my fun had created.
I was dripping wet myself and had totally forgotten that we had an audience who could see that. Pulling my tongue out of her I replaced it with 2 of my fingers while I sucked at her clit, running my tongue round it while I finger fucked her. She started to tense and I kept up the pace. She began moaning. Such amazing, guttural, animal noises coming from her when her hips started to buck. I fought to hold her still while continuing her pleasure but she screamed out for me open my mouth wide. I obeyed instantly, lost in the moment, in her orgasm, and when her cum squirted into my mouth it took a moment to realise what had happened. I gently sucked her clit while she rode the last of her orgasm, shaking slightly and panting.

As I stopped it occurred to me that I was still naked in a room of strangers, and had just done all that in front of them too. She saw the realisation dawn on me and spied an opportunity.
“Lie down on your back,” she said and as soon as I did she lifted my legs up and held them there and tapped my bum. “Maybe we should send you home with a nice spanked bottom,” she smiled as her hand smacked my ass. “I thought your Daddy taught you to count them,” she questioned as she landed another smack.
“One,” I whispered.
“Louder,” she commanded, “I want all these men to be able to hear you.”
Another strike landed and I tried again, “One.”
“Much better, now keep it up.”
I continued to count as she spanked me, my ass starting to match the flush of my cheeks. She stopped at 20 after several squealed numbers and told me to stand up.
“I’ve had lots of fun today, I’ll be telling your Daddy what a good girl you are, but I want to keep your clothes as a reminder.” She was serious. I didn’t have any spare, I would have to be naked in the car on the way home. “Now bend over and spread that cunt of yours one last time for these lovely guests of ours.” I did as I was told and she slid something into my ass. “Good girl, now go wait outside for Daddy.”

I walked out and stood nervously by the door hoping no one would see me but became quickly distracted from my lookout by a burning in my ass. It was ginger. They had put ginger in me as a parting gift and now I had to keep it in during the ride home. It wasn’t far but it was far enough, especially when your ass is on fire.

Daddy arrived and I climbed in,  he smiled at me and told me he was pleased with me. We drove home with me wiggling on the seat, every so often Daddy would tell me to clamp down on the ginger in my ass and watch a tear roll down my cheek while my face contorted in pain. Once home he carried me in and placed me on the floor while he sat down in his chair.
“You’ve been such a good girl today, I have a treat for you: you get to suck Daddy’s cock, but you have to keep a tight grip on that ginger.” I winced, nodded and unzipped his pants. He was already hard from seeing the pain on my face on the way home so I took him in my mouth, squeezed tight on the ginger and sucked his cock just like he’d taught me while more tears streamed down my face. When I started crying too hard to suck any more he lifted me off his cock and turned me round, pulling the ginger out and ramming his cock in. I screamed with pain as he fucked my ass, each scream only encouraging him. As he got close he commanded me to cum. I didn’t think I could, I thought the pain would be too much, but I came for him like the little slut he had made me while his cock throbbed as his cum filled me up.

“You’re a good little girl, baby,” he said, scooping me up in his arms. He sat back down on his chair with me curled on his lap, rocking me. I snuggled into him as he repeated, “Such a good baby girl.”

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Trying to get back in the swing

Posted on 21st November 2010 in Erotica

note: it has been a long time since I had sex and an even longer time since I wrote anything naughty! Bear with me while I get back into the writing! Please!

Sat naked, arms cuddling her knees and blindfolded in a corner she hears his boots. They’re heavy, and so black and she can picture them walking towards her. She has cum on those boots so many times. She has licked it off while he calls her dirty slut, taunting her for getting her juices all over them. She relives those moments in her mind as she hears him slowly draw closer, the moistness glistening between her folds catches his eye and he grins to himself.

She feels his fist in his hair as he begins to pull her up, he pushes her head against his cock and she dutifully opens her mouth to accept it. She begins by slowly working her tongue around it, holding it in her mouth while she licks from the base to the tip. She reaches her hands forward to steady herself and finds his boots. She tries to subtly run her hands over them, using her lack of sight as an excuse to take in their feel, their shape, their strength. Her nipples harden as she strokes them and she suddenly feels his grip on one breast, she has not been subtle at all. She quickly shuffles her hands further up his legs and focuses on the cock in her mouth.

Slowly it starts to harden. She traces her tongue up and down it, swirling it around the tip, flicking her tongue against it. As it grows she starts to gently graze her teeth along the shaft while she sucks. She tastes his precum and continues with zeal, knowing that she is pleasing him. Her mouth is filled with saliva that coats his cock and slowly starts to drip down her chin as she slides her mouth up and down him. Her cunt is soaking now, she wants to touch him, to have him touch her, but he has rules. He wants her to suck his cock right now and nothing else, she is there to serve him in any way he wants.

More to come. Suggestions and constructive criticism welcome!

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