We’re cuddled together dozing, drowsily caressing each other, falling in and out of sleep. Neither of us wants to move.”You’re leaving me tomorrow,” he murmurs into my hair. His arm tightens around me. There’s a trace of incredulity in his voice. I know why. He can’t believe that his cock hasn’t enslaved me. He can’t believe that I’m not constantly blowing up his phone begging for it, willing to do anything, to put up with anything, for more of it. He respects that, but it pisses him off. He’s been showing me exactly how much.

I’m light-headed and the scent of his skin, the scent our bodies conjure together, is intoxicating me. I’m very close to saying that I made a mistake and of course I’ll be seeing him again. I mean, who doesn’t want to have sex like this for the rest of forever? But I yank myself back to reality. He is unavailable, I remind myself. He’s already caused me enough heartache.

Later, when we’re in the shower I can’t help appreciating his lean, well-muscled body and tight ass. I want to lick that muscle on his thigh, his abs, bite his ass…I’m suddenly overwhelmed by the desire to take him in my mouth.  I wait.

Back in the bedroom and in my collar and chain, he sits on the edge of the bed and says quietly: “Drop the towel. Do a full turn. I want to look at you.”

“Ok.” I slowly turn but feel embarrassed. His lips have kissed every inch of my body, but to be looked at so baldly was still uncomfortable. Go figure.

“That just does not happen,” he says, looking at me in admiration.”What?


“Those tits, that ass.” he says appreciatively. “It’s either one or the other, not both. Outstanding,” he smiles.

“Thank you,” I’m still embarrassed. “They’re real,” I add. Just in case.

“Oh, I know.” He pulls me to him and wants to get me in bed again but I resist. He looks surprised for a second. I hold his gaze and drop to my knees between his thighs.

I peel away his towel and take his cock in my mouth, and slowly suck the length of him (almost) up and down, getting him slick and wet and hard. I tease that spot, the back of the head where it meets the vein, with my tongue, before sliding his shaft into my mouth as deeply as  I can and swirling my tongue around it. I hear him moan.
He’s sitting on the edge of the the bed and I’m sucking, licking, tasting him, my hand around the base of his cock and my lips and tongue moving more and more rapidly up and down his shaft, tasting every single ridge and vein, making him throb in my mouth.

I build up speed and take him further into my mouth as I relax my throat, and finally his cock hits the back of my throat, sublime; I love that moment, when I’m in the zone and totally into it and can get him as deep as I can. I suck faster, wanting his cock to hit that spot again and again…until he starts moving his hips urgently. I don’t want him to come yet, so I hold him in my mouth for a bit, stroking him with my tongue, feeling him throb and hearing his breathing calm.

I stop sucking briefly to look at and lick his beautiful curved cock. I run my lips up and down his raging hardness before licking him in looong strokes, from base to tip, and swirl my tongue around his glistening head. That curve. That length. I smile as I lick him, recalling all the joy it’s given me. I look up at him and he’s watching me,
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. “and so bad.”

His cock starts to twitch and just as I take him in my mouth again I slip my and under him and slip two fingers into his ass. Not too deep, just enough to blow his mind. I feel him tighten, but I wiggle my fingers slightly and keep sucking hard and fast, hoping he won’t remove my hand. He doesn’t.

He grabs a fistful of my hair and starts shoving into me slightly, getting deeper into my throat, grunting with urgency his explosion building and building until I think I might just choke on him but I just think “open” and my throat muscles release and he’s able to fuck my mouth.

“Oh yeah, baby, suck it, take it, eat it…” he whispers.

I moan, feeling arousal in my pussy from watching his gorgeous cock batter me and I moan softly around the mouthful of cock.

His cock gives a violent twitch and he grunts, and groans as he explodes inside my mouth, his cum down my throat and running out the side of my mouth and down onto my chest.

He slips out of my mouth and back onto the bed, breathing hard, and pulls me up onto the bed next to him. He touches my face.

“Did you just deep-throat me?”


“Oh my god,” he whispers, and dozes off.

I curl up next to him, plotting how to fuck him next. Our time together is almost over and there’s not a moment to waste.


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The Grind

Loud ringing startles me awake. Terminator is next to me, his arm loosely around my waist. I realize the ringing is coming from my phone on the night table on my side of the bed. I reach over and grab it

“Hello.” My voice is a groggy croak.

“You’re still asleep? My ex-husband. Father of my son.

“What is it?” I ask, trying to sit up.

“Do you know what time it is? he demands, all judgy. He wants to over details of bringing our son home the next day, and we settle things and hang up.

I look out the window. Sunrise? Sunset? Who knew? I’m on Planet Cock where there’s only one kind of time. Fuck Standard Time. Don’t pester me with stupid earthly concepts.

So thirsty. My throat feels like sandpaper. I reach for the bottle of water on the table and chug down almost half of the large bottle. Seduction requires wine; sex requires water.

I turn to look at Terminator and he’s lying there watching me like a tiger about to pounce. The look in his eye is unmistakable.

“Oh my GOD,” I whisper. “Seriously?

“I can’t get enough of your sweet pussy,” he smiles. “I love the way she grabs and squeezes, no matter how hard I pound her.” He slides on top of me and in between my legs, and pops a nipple in his mouth. The head of his gorgeous cock is pressed against my pussy, like barbarians at the gate, waiting to invade and ravage.

“I think you destroyed my pussy,” I say. I feel her responding to his soft sucking and biting of my nipples. She’s waking up, twitching, getting hungry again. The slut. “I don’t think I can –” He bites and pulls my nipple hard, sending a flood of heat and desire all through me. No matter how tired, distracted or angry I am, my nipples get my body, my pussy humming. They’re like the ignition in a car.

“Mmmmmmmm.” I moan. He does it again, sucking and pulling on both my nipples until I’m rubbing my pussy against him, making him twitch and moan. I feel him get stiffer and harder against me.

He kisses his way up to my neck, sucking me and biting me there, and then back down to my nipples, biting and tugging until I’m slick and humping against his cock, trying to get him inside me. My knees are at his waist, I’m humping him like a horny dog, but still he won’t slide into me. His hard, slick cock feels glorious against me, and my clit is starting to come out and investigate.

“Give it to me, fuck me please,” I whisper I need his cock inside me.

“I thought you were done,” he teases. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, pressing against my slit hard. Bastard. I could feel him shaking with the strain of keeping out of my pussy.

I spread my knees high and wide, and pushed my clit and slit against him hard.

“Baby fuck me, please.”

“You horny bitch,” he whispered. SLAM. I screamed at the impact. Oh yes.

He started pounding me immediately, taking my breath away with the force of his stroke. He was going so deep my pussy was seizing around him, grabbing him up to his balls. Give it to me, kill me, destroy me. He pounded the air out of my lungs. My pussy was loving every inch, every stroke.

“I’m not your baby,” he breathed. Slam-slam-slam-slam, oh god, yes.

“I’m your Master,” he hisses, his balls slamming against me. god yes, yes yes
“Do you hear me, pussy?” He grabs my legs and holds them up on either side, thighs up, putting my pussy front and center, easier to pound with a vengeance.

“Yes,” dontstopdontstopdontstop

“Say it.” slamslamslamslamslam I love the way his balls hit me

“You’re my Master.” I’m panting. I can barely breathe he’s fucking me so hard that I can’t catch my breath.

“Don’t forget it,” he says.

The sight of his massive cock pounding my swollen pussy makes me start ejaculating,gushing fluid.

I feel a twitch deep inside my pussy right before I ejaculate. There’s a spot he’s hitting that stimulates the fluid. It feels delicious, so deep inside, and I push back harder against his thrusts. chasing that stroke, that twitch that starts deep inside and clenches his cock and explodes in fluid.

Oh yes, I push harder — I think I hear him growling – his hand is around my neck, but I don’t care, his cock is hitting the spot, YES, and I grab his ass to keep his cock all the way inside me and I thrust and pump and griiiiind and against his massive cock stroking that spot deep inside my hot pussy.


I know I’m gushing and gushing and I pump and pump and pump until I come and come and come in fantastic waves of release. I feel him convulsing inside me, growling like a bear, his cock twitching hard, and he pumps deep his hand on my throat until he collapses on top of me.

We lie tangled and panting, wet and spent. After a few minutes, we look at each other and burst out laughing.

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Merciless III

The feel of his breath on my swollen clit made my knees buckle. My arms and upper body yanked against the restraints, causing them to dig into my skin. I yelped in pain before I straightened my legs. The pain cut through the haze of arousal I was in. Had he said something?His grip on my thigh felt like steel and his breath on my cunt like fire. I trembled. I wanted his cock. His mouth to do me, to finish destroying me. I groaned in frustration.”Answer me,” he said softly. His voice was low, caressing, teasing.

“Fuck me, ” I begged. “Give it to me, please.”

His tongue teased around my swollen clit again and I push against his mouth so violently that the chair slide back a little. I’m trembling, sweating, dying for his cock. He’s keeping me on that brink, torturing me for his own amusement. Whenever my clit slides back under its hood, he teases her back out, ignoring my moans and cries for release.  Over and over, he teases her out and stops, making me howl in frustration. My stomach muscles are straining against the chair and my legs are immobilized by the spreader.

Then I hear him walk away. My pussy is throbbing, and I’m so ready it hurts. He returns in a few seconds and buries his fingers in my hot pussy, while licking my clit. I gasp in surprise and pleasure, and push my pussy into him chasing that stroke, that butterfly tongue. More, harder deeper, and he, making me crazy, but not letting me come until it pleased him. And it didn’t please him. He stopped every time I started to come, and the last time, I started to come just from the soft wet slide of his fingers back into me — he bit my ass so hard I screamed — and stopped coming.

“Please, Master,” I begged, “Please let me come,”
WHACK on my ass. I yelped in pain (that sting though)

“You don’t speak unless spoken to,” he says. WHACK with his hand. My eyes tear up from the pain. Do it again, I thought to myself.


“Why are you talking, you little slut?” WHACK

‘You don’t talk” WHACK

“You don’t ask” WHACK

“You don’t do anything” WHACK

“but take it.” WHACK

And he shoves his cock into me so hard I scream.

He stops. why doesn’t he…oh my god. I contract around his delicious tool, my pussy has been waiting so long, I start coming immediately and he’s not even pumping me. His cock twitches inside me, and he holds my ass tight and moans softly as I release wave after wave of orgasm, pushing, gushing onto the floor, writhing, around and pushing on his cock. He stays in deep but doesn’t thrust. He hangs onto me with an iron grip while I’m in the throes of bliss, and hard as a rock.

He starts pumping me as the last waves of orgasm are dissipating. Slowly at first, and I feel every ridge and bump of his gorgeous cock stroking me. In…out…in…out mmmmm YES, it feels SO amazing to have his cock finally stroke me I almost weep with joy.

“Is this what you want?” Hitting it hard. Shoving it in deep. My clit. ohgodohgodohgod.

“Yes, yes.” I’m moaning. His cock feels thicker, harder. glorious. Destroy me, I think to myself.

“Like this?” Faster, and faster, until he’s like a machine slamming into me, hurting me, punishing me, claiming me, marking me.

I’m wailing, my legs are straining against him and the restraints, the chair is digging into my stomach, my arms are straining against the ties, but all I want is that cock, and that pain, that pleasure, that punishment. My pussy swallows him like a greedy slut and I feel him groan at my powerful contractions, but he doesn’t stop slamming into me.

I start to come, wailing he grabs my hair and yanks my head up and slams, me like a wild beast. Until we both explode, howling.

Panting. Sweat. Silence.

“This is what you want to leave.”


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