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Woman in Red Ch. 6/?

Chapter 6: Not Yet Daylight

Series Summary: She's a very successful woman who can't seem to find a partner that can keep up with her. He is just wanting to find someone who likes him for HIM, not his fame. Neither of them are prepared for what hits them when she walks into that coffee shop.

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, Sex toys, sex furniture, Unprotected PiV (play safe ya'll!) squirting, overstimulation, Creampie

A/N: In this story, I make no mention of birth control or condoms or STI's. Please, darlings, please love yourself enough to protect yourself appropriately when you have sex. <3

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Chapter 6: Not Yet Daylight

A huge canopy bed of black coated steel dominates the room. It looks custom made for the space and like it could hold at least 4 people comfortably. The wall behind is painted black with a mural of the cosmos that oozes out onto the ceiling. There are tiny reflectors embedded into the painting, giving it an otherworldly feel. There are two doors opposite the wall of floor to ceiling windows. There is another fluffy rug on the floor and something strappy hanging in the corner from the ceiling. There is a black leather piece at the end of the bed. Is it furniture? Art? It is reminiscent of a fainting couch, only it’s not flat anywhere. It’s contoured high on one end and lower on the other, with a dip in the middle.

“Sit,” she points to the oddly shaped item.

Austin looks at it, trying to decide where to sit, before tentatively perching on the curve of the low end. Guess it’s furniture then. He watches in silence as she wanders to her bedside table, opening the drawer and pulling out a black rolled up bundle. She unrolls it on the end of the bed, revealing a modest collection of toys in a microfiber towel. There are a couple dildos, a vibrator or two, a bottle of lube and a small vibrator type thing that looks like it’d fit in the palm of her hand.

Aya watches his face as he takes in her bedroom. He sees, but doesn’t seem to recognize the sex swing in the corner. She watches him sit on the edge of her Tantra Chair, not really sure what he was sitting on. His eyebrow lifts as she unveils some of her toys. She had no worries about his prowess, he’d already shown he had skill and if the current state of his cock was anything to judge from, he was well on his way to proving his stamina. Really, she just liked having her favorites at hand.

“Aya, won’t need-”, her finger on his lips interrupts his train of thought.

“I like options, that’s all,” she says, “and maybe they’re not all for me.” she winks. “I DO have a strap on, if you are interested.” She turns to go back to the drawer.

Austin grabs her wrist quickly, stopping her.

“Uh, n-, no thank you, not now,” he bites his lip, unsure of how to respond. Fuck, he’d not been ready to think about that. The idea of her playing at all with his ass was hot and nerve wracking all at once. How is it that she throws these curve balls at him while also being irresistibly sexy?

Aya just had to poke fun with a little pegging tease when she saw his shy self popping up. “Ok, we’ll put a pin in that,” she makes a poking gesture with her thumb and forefinger.

“Not tonight we won’t,” he says smiling, his abs contracting for a laugh.

She giggles when she realizes her unintended innuendo.

How is it that he can be so masterfully sexy and powerful, yet so boyish and absolutely adorable?

Smiling, her manicured hand gently presses into his chest and he scoots back into the dip of the chair. His legs fall to either side of the chaise. His legs are low to the floor and the tall part of the chaise cradles his back. Flowing like a cat, she positions herself in his lap, straddling him like a fucking motorcycle. He suddenly sees the possibilities inherent in this piece. It's like it was made for sex. Of course it was made for sex, he corrects himself. It’s in Aya’s bedroom, everything about her was made for sex.

Aya watches his eyes dart around the chaise as he realizes what he’s sitting on. His eyes fall back to hers and she smiles knowingly. This was her favorite purchase for her bedroom. It’s been a long time since she brought anyone to this bedroom. She had almost forgotten how much she loves this thing. She slides herself into position and his dick is thick against his stomach, twitching and ready. She grinds her wet pussy against his lower shaft, hands behind her on the lower curve for support and leverage

Austin’s view between their legs is gratuitous, her labia seemingly grasping at his shaft as she moves in circles. The curves of the chair make the angle of their hips perfect. He presses his hips up to her, pumping against her, coating himself in her slick. She is soaked and he can smell it. It’s maddening. God he wants to feel her hot and tight around him. Strike that, he needs to feel it. Nevermind that he had just had her an hour and a half ago, nevermind too, the amazing way she sucked his cock not 30 minutes ago. ‘Here and now’, his desire states and his cock greedily agrees. His arms wrap around her back, pulling her body to his.

“Come here, let me fuck that beautiful pussy.” He murmurs, lips against her neck. He nips at her skin, sucks, nips again.

It’s like magic, this room, the Tantra chair, the music,the lighting, Austin; sexy, horny magic. Aya’s hips are doing a spell of their own. They are teasing the fuck out of him by rolling around his swollen tip with her engorged clit. She wonders how long she can tease him until he just can’t stand it anymore. Leaning forward, she holds his face, palms on his jaw and tilts his gorgeous face up. Bent over him, she captures his mouth. Her tongue is demanding, dipping into his mouth, sucking his full lip. Fuck he is so hot.

“I like that dirty mouth of yours. Tell me filthy things Austin,” she stares into his blown pupils rimmed with blue. “Tell me what you want to do to this beautiful pussy.”

The friction is intoxicating; the friction of her tongue on his lip and of her pussy against his cock. Austin swallows thickly when he hears her words. For a moment he’s reluctant to speak. As he looks at her dark eyes, her lips wet with their mingled saliva, his hesitation falls away. Words come to his lips unbidden, unfiltered, uncontrolled.

“I want to watch my cockhead stretch those plump lips,” his fingertips trace long lines down each side of her pussy, “to watch these soft, pink lips swallow me, centimeter by hot fucking centimeter. I want to feel every inch of your skin react as I go deep,” two fingers slip into her. His eyes drift up her body to bore into her own.

“I want to feel you clench around me over and over as a litany of obscene sounds pour from you,” he curls his fingers to brush on the spongy tissue just behind her pubic bone. A shaky little moan puffs from her mouth, parting her lips.

“I want your every cell to be drunk on me as I pound into your hot cunt,” each /t/ deliberate and percussive on his tongue. His fingers slide in and out. Austin leans forward, his plush lips centimeters from her own.

“I want you filled to the brim with my cum. So much so that when I pull away from your blissed-out, quivering sex, I can watch my cum dribbling out,” he slowly withdraws his fingers, wet with her desire. A breathy peep escapes her lips.

As she listens to his baritone voice rumble out his descriptive narrative, Aya’s breath comes shorter accompanied by little sounds. His dirty mouth coupled with his sure fingers quickly send all thoughts of teasing him to fall by the wayside. She fucking wants him, wants everything he just described and she wants it right now.

He is leaning closer, his lips about to brush her own. Then his fingers are between them and pushing into her mouth. Her tongue licks eagerly up between his fingers, pushing them apart, sucking her juices from them. She holds his hand in both of hers, automatically moving her head back and forth. Eyes closed, she luxuriates in the texture of his fingerprints gliding over her tongue.

Austin’s mouth falls open in a little ‘o’ and his forehead crinkles as he watches. Her tongue wrangles his fingers, engrossing them with its soft velvet feel. God she is good with her mouth.

“Oh yeah,” he breathes out, barely audible, “fuckin’ like that.” He’d not expected having his fingers sucked could be so erotic.

He removes his fingers with a little pop from her mouth, leans back and pulls her pussy lips apart, guiding his cock to her opening.

He has the perfect vantage point to see how much he is stretching those inner lips. He watches the strain on her clit from his pushing cock and from his pulling fingers.

Aya leans back on her hands against the small curve, her eyes roll back in her head.Glottal ughs and ohs stream from her, obscene sounds indeed. Pushing with her legs, she rises and falls on him slowly, savoring every inch of him.

“I’zat what chu needed, darlin’?” his voice dangerously melty and accented as he watches the sumptuous view of his cock appearing and disappearing, in and out, in and out.

“Uh huh” she whines, not even registering the pet name. The slowness, the sensations around her clit make her slowly climb towards climax.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she recognizes that this sex they are having is definitely not first date sex. This is the kind of sex that you have when you’ve already started to know someone and thus far nothing has started driving you crazy. The kind of sex where you know your bodies and minds work well together, where you’ve not yet explored everything and you are excited to see what might happen this time. It’s been a long, long time since she had this kind of sex. Every red flag should be going off in her brain, every alarm buzzing. It should be nerve wracking to her, but she can't bring herself to give it creedance. It’s just so good.

“Oh that’s fucking gorgeous,” he says, mostly to himself. He wants to see her lose it, to watch her pussy as she creams all over this thick dick. He reaches out his hand, pushing his thumb into her mouth. She moans and sucks it, loving having anything in her mouth. He withdraws it wet and slides it onto her clit. He is still holding her lips apart, as he lightly grazes her nub.

Aya’s legs nearly come out from under her at his soft touch. Zings fire over and over again from his oscillating thumb straight to her core. His thumb pushes harder and he lets go of her labia. His hand palms her breast, then pulls and rolls her nipple between his fingers.

“I want to watch this pussy cum all around my cock’,” his voice is low and soft, “will you do that for me?” The hint at possession in his voice should have pinged her anxiety.

“Just keep fucking me Austin,” she moans.

“Yes Ma’am,” the look in his eye speaks volumes. He takes over with slow thrusts. His every move is measured and sensuous. It’s torturous and beautiful.

He can feel her pussy tighter and tighter each time she grips his cock. Her breath betrays the immediacy of her orgasm. Most would be tempted to speed up, but he thumbs her clit steadily, fucks her cunt invariably, pulls her nipple persistently.

Her head falls back and her mouth falls open in a groan. Her back contracts into an arch.

He watches as his cock and balls are bathed in her cum, juices running in little rivulets down his shaft and into the patch of his pubic hair.

“Yeah, that’s it, fuck yeah,” his voice is sonorous and sexy. “Give it all to me.”

She shakes and shivers, her orgasm coursing through her like a slow waterfall.

He stops his stimulation of her, taking in her gorgeous form. She looks fucking delectable under him. As she begins to regain her breath.

“That was delicious Austin,” she says in a tone gratitude. She begins to sit up and scoot away from him.

“Oh I am not done with you,” he intones. His hands dive under her ass and pull. “You told me to keep fucking you, that you would wear me out,” he growls in her ear, “ and as I recall I said I would take you over and over all night long.” He nods to the windows, “I don’t see the sun and I’m nowhere near tired yet. If there is one thing you need to know about me, Aya, it’s that I’m a man of my word.” The look in his eye is positively devilish as he pins her shoulders against the leather and drives back into her.

Typically, ss he is ever the gentleman, he’d have to hold himself up during sex like this. Sometimes in a plank, sometimes sort of an all-fours deal to get that good angle. He never had a problem with it, even when pounding into them. His exercise habits have extra perks, not just keeping him camera ready. Holding that position for long times does fatigue him faster though. It dawns on him that with the curve he is sitting on, he can easily push his cock into her using his legs as well as his glutes and holding himself up is a nonissue at this angle. He really could do this all night.

A feral smile crosses his face. He reaches over and grabs the little palm toy and presses it into her hand. “Show me,” he growls.

His voice is deep, imposing and so salacious as it pours over her ears, reminding her of their promises; such mind fuckery. When he holds her down and thrusts into her, her eyes go big then her face contorts in pleasure as he moves in and out of her. When he presses her clit sucker into her hand she knows that all the pussy eating, cock sucking and fucking of the past few hours were all just warm ups, appetisers. They have arrived now at the main course, and she is here for it.

Her lip curls deviously and she licks her lips as she turns on the toy and presses it between them. The toy on her clit hums, sucking and releasing. Her feet move onto the high curve on either side of his trim waist giving her leverage. God he feels so amazing inside her. When he starts pumping in and out of her in earnest, her pussy starts going wild. Her mind wants to narrate, wants to tell him how god damned good it feels. But the pathway to her mouth is short circuited by the buzz and suck on her clit and push and pull of his dick. She begins several words but completes none of them, “fu- O gaw- ye- shi- goo.” Luckily, she registers none of it as her whole body is coiling more and more tense, blood pumping so hard she can feel it in her ears. Then it hits her like lightning. Her orgasm slams into her, intense and deep.

He wraps his hands on her hips, gripping tight as leans forward a little so he can plunge into her harder. Her head falls back as she lays back her tits bouncing in opposing circles with his thrusts.The partial words and screaming moans only serve to make her sound deliciously demented. Her pussy is fluttering around his cock. The muscles in her neck strain and cord. Red engulfs her face and she is screaming. At first it’s a high pitched ‘ya ya ya’ then it descends into a throaty bellow. She heaves in a breath, the nonwords flow out of her as her eyelids tremble in pleasure. At her utter climax, her legs shoot straight, shoving herself nearly off and onto the floor. It’s all he can do to keep her from braining herself, much less to keep himself inside her. Not one to surrender, he pushes two fingers inside her, finger fucking her ferociously. He’s never seen a woman go this hard on an orgasm, but he’ll be damned to just sit by and watch. She is writhing, twisting, curling, aching all the while holding the little toy and his fingers hostage between her legs.

She is fucking gone, has abandoned her psyche to the raging. Cumming, orgasm, climax… none are strong enough for the hurricane of sensations coursing through her nervous system right now. Her back stiffens and the flood gates open. Sweet sticky fluid gushes from her pussy and all over his hand, waterfalling over the leather and dripping onto the floor. Her screaming borders full on wailing. Thank the gods there are literally no neighbors.

He takes the toy from her hand, panting at his own effort and turns it off. Her face is blissed out, rolling shakes undulate her spine in aftershocks. He leans back, pulling her rag-doll form into his chest.

“Shhhhh,” he holds her, petting her head. He is a little worried that she may have had some kind of epileptic episode.

She seems to hover above herself for a few minutes until her breathing begins to bring her back into her body. She starts to feel the sensations of the floor beneath her feet, the sodden buzzing of her pussy, the warmth of his body next to hers, the gentle stroke of his hand on her hair.

Wait, is he cuddling her?

“Whoa,” is all she can manage to get out. It’s a response to both her orgasmic experience and his aftercare.

“Hey, you ok? Back with me now?” he says softly.

She nods slowly, lifting her head to look into his eyes. Blue pools that crinkle at the corners when she smiles up at him.

“Aya, that was… damn I don’t think I have the words.” Austin shakes his head.

“It’s been a long time since that happened,” she has a half smile on her face. She blows out a big breath, “Thank you Austin.” She sits up with an audible humming sigh. It’s now that she notices his cock is still rock fucking hard. Her head tilts to the side. she had assumed he’d climaxed too.

“Did, uh, did you take a viagra or something?” She looks at him with questioning eyes. “Not that I’m judging or anything, I just figured that’d be uh…gone after that session.”

He looks down shyly, shaking his head.

“No, I just uh… didn’t… cum, that’s all.” He is so fucking cute as shy boy.

“Oh, so this is all you,” her fingertips lightly make their way up his shaft, “still being turned on.”

“Well,” he sucks in his breath, “watching you cum like that was fucking hot.”

“I do so hate to leave a man in such a state,” she pets his cock up and down.

“Aya, it’s ok, I know my body and a third time in a night can um.. take me a lot to get there.” he explains.

“Oh, that sounds like a potentially rewarding undertaking.” Her thumb rubs tiny circles in the precum welling from his tip.

His brows furrow slightly, his body and mind in contention. “I..,I”. His hips betray him, pressing forward, “I don’t want you to feel used or anything after you just… I can uh, take care of it myself. You don’t… have… to…” the sentence falling off as she brings her thumb to her mouth, coated in his pre-cum.

“Mmmmm,” she sucks the viscous gel off her thumb, not taking her eyes off his. After the out of body orgasm she just had, she didn’t think she’d be so turned on so quickly. But there is just something magnetic about Austin sitting there with a hard dick, being all thoughtful and gentlemanly.

“Answer me honestly,” she says low, with a gleam in her eye, “are you worn out?”

He shakes his head, licking his lower lip.

Aya glances over her shoulder at the large windows.

“Do you see daylight?” she asks.

Again he shakes his head, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Do you still want to see your cum dripping from me?” she says the word ‘dripping’ as though it were a groan in and of itself.

He takes in a shaky breath and nods his head, brows furrowed.

“Austin,” she says quietly, cocking an eyebrow, “then stop being sweet and fuck me, believe me, I can take it.”

Holy crap, is she part succubus or just insatiable? His cock seems to get impossibly harder and something in him shifts at her words. With an inhale his mouth is on hers, fierce and demanding. Without thinking about what he is doing, he stands up with her in his arms. Her legs tighten around his waist. Their mouths are still locked together. He shuffles the few steps to the back of the chair and puts her down on the high curve. He threads his hand into her hair at the nape of her neck. He didn't think his desire for her could increase, especially after all the other sex they’d had tonight, but it wells up in him intensely.

“Aya,” his deep voice comes out shaky, “remind me of your safeword again?”

“Why, Austin,” the corners of her mouth curl slightly.

“Because I am going to fuck you so hard and so long and in case you need to me to stop…” He is trying so hard to be good. His leg is shaking with the effort of not ravaging her.

He watches through hooded eyes as she calmly reaches over to the bed and grabs the lube from the black towel. Better to get a little insurance now then be sore later. She gets a palmful and turns back to him.

“It’s Newfoundland,” she slides her hand between her legs, coating her opening. He breathes out a lust-filled ‘oh’. She then wraps her lubed hand around his hard cock, “and I won’t need it,” she strokes down.

Austin’s breath catches in a groan from the back of his throat as she coats him.

“Oh hoh hoh,” he half grunts out. He is just reacting now, no planning, no thought, just acquiescence to his deepest urges. He reaches across her chest to her opposite shoulder and pulls. She twists in place and his hand is on her back, bending her over the tall side of the Tantra Chair. His cock needs no help and slams home into her. Her back arches and her head is thrown back. He doesn't even register her squeal. He catches her shoulder in his big hand, holding her in that position. Over and over he pounds into her, one hand pressing on her sacrum, holding her down, the other as an anchor point to his thrusts.

Aya’s grin is deviant as he flips her around. When he slams deep into her, it hits her cervix and makes her jerk back, squealing. Then his hands are locked onto her and he drives into her. She knew when she saw the look in his eye that she was in for it. It’s nearly perfect.

She wants just that little bit more restraint, little less control. She reaches back, offering him her arms. Taking the hint, he grabs her wrists and binds them together on her low back with his long fingered hands. Her lubed hand smears on her crack. He uses his grip as leverage to fuck her harder still. The stability of the chair gives him leave to practically lift her from it with each stroke.

“Like that? Is that what you want?” his voice hisses behind her ear. She whines and nods. She nearly expected him to spit out something like ‘deviant little slut’ or ‘voracious cockwhore’. The fact that she was proudly both a deviant slut and a voracious cockwhore wouldn’t make him call her out on it though. He was too much of a good guy, she was surprised that she got him to this point, honestly. She was learning just how intense Austin could be.

“Fu-uck yeah, s-so good,” her voice staccato with his thrusts urges him on. He’s never let THIS loose with a woman. Had he been in his usual mind, he would be asking what the hell he was doing. But his mind was on fire with passion, with the need to simply take her. He pummels her pussy. The slap of skin and the squelch of the lube and her juices around his cock are the only sounds for a few minutes. His breath begins to bear traces of becoming ragged. Little drops of perspiration fall from his forehead gleaming like diamonds on her ass.

She can feel all of her nerve endings seemingly condensing deep inside. Pressure getting tighter and tighter with each maniacal thrust he gives her. Sound burst from between her lips.

“Bwah, AUs-tin oh oh oh fuck I’m- “

His grip on her wrists tightens as her internal muscles start to pulsate around him. Her nerve endings fold inside out before ripping apart, bursting and cascading over her entire body. She screams, pinned, despite her serpentine movements, underneath his relentless thrusting. She cums, and cums and cums and still he doesn't stop fucking her.

She is so fucking gorgeous, all wandering curves and slickness on his cock., Her sex noises, grunts, moans, screams are made with complete abandon and utterly shameless. It’s so fucking hot, he just can’t slow down. When her pussy clamps down on his ramming cock his fucking of her becomes primal. Her ass shakes as she cums. He is grunting and groaning, harder and harder he pounds her. He is lost in her quivering cunt, his hips blurring with the strength of his desire. Finally, after who knows how long, it reaches fever pitch. He lets go of her wrists and grabs fistfulls of her ass, spreading her cheeks wide. In almost a mimic of her thrashing, his thrusts become erratic, his grunts become a bellow which becomes a roar. His balls are mashed against her clit as he tries to get even deeper into her.

Suddenly all is sinfully still as his big cock injects his cum into her so fucking deep.

He releases his breath in a huge groan. He shivers as air gasps past his throat.

“God, Aya, you are fucking amazing,” his hands shake as they slide over her damp back.

“Me?” she lets out a puffing little laugh, “tha’ was all you,” a tremor runs through her.

“Heh heh heh” his chuckle is spine tingling. He wants to see his handiwork, “You ready to show me?”

She nods.

“Spread those legs and push that ass back to me.” Austin stays buried to the hilt in her as she complies.

“Reach back here and pull these cheeks apart,” he instructs. She follows.

“Ok, here we go,” he pulls out slowly, both of them heightened, quivering, gasping.

He squats behind her, spreading her lips with his fingers as his creamy white cum winks into sight. He is fucking turned on… again.

“Oh my god that is beautiful. Your pussy is all swollen and red and my cum is dripping out.”

He dips his finger in his cum, then gently rubs along her red lips.

“Oh Austin,” she moans, “you gottta-”

With a wicked smile that she can’t see, he flutters his finger against her clit.

-fuuuuuck.” She clenches down, more of his cum drips out and onto his wrist.

“Oh yeah?” he slowly slides two fingers inside her dripping cunt, his thumb on her clit.

“Oh, Oh, Oh” each syllable accompanied by a jerking of her hips.

He brings his fingers and thumb towards each other, her pubic bone in between.

‘What. The. Fuck.’ she thinks. She is all shivery and shaky on his delicate fingers. The sensations vastly different from his hard fucking just mintues before. She hardly knows what to make of it. She both wants more and wants him to stop.

“St– st– oh gah gah gahd” she is inarticulate.

“You want me to stop?” his words are close and hot on her ear as he bends over her back.

She nods and shakes her head, nods and shakes her head.

“You know what to say…” he leaves the words hanging.

Her whole body shakes as he gently milks her cunt. She squirms up and over the curve of the chaise, leaving a trail of cum on the leather. Her body is trying to get away from his persistent fingers, but she just can’t say it.

He stands and wraps his arm around her waist, high-centering her on the top of the curve.

“One word, and I’ll stop…” his fingers move faster.

Fuck it’s so good, dammit it’s so tortuous.

“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod, No, No, No, YEEEEEEESSSSSS!” She wails. Unbelievably she is cumming on his fingers again.

But he doesn’t stop.

“FUCK AUSTIN!” she just can’t.

He keeps fingering her.

“FUCK OK OKOKOK watermelon, Waterford, fuck!” her mind is totally blanking on her safe word.

“No, I don’t think that’s right,” he presses in harder, rubbing deeper.

Her spine flails, he has to cinch down on her waist with all he had to keep her from falling to the floor.

“NEWFOUNDLAND!! “ she finally screams. “Fucking Newfoundland!!”

“There it is,” he murmurs as he withdraws his fingers, he loves making a woman cum, but she was exceptional.

Her breath is heaving, she is contorted and practically upside down.

“Come here,” he rolls her into his arms and sits on the floor, his back against the chair.

She is in overwhelm, clinging to him like a life raft. He just holds her.

Breath is the only thing that passes between them for several minutes.

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dirtywrestling · 10 months

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Hey! Just had a really bad date. Can I please request with mjf where he's really gentle and soft with an inexperienced female reader? Thanks 🩷

Pairing: MJF x Female!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Blog, Minors DNI, Inexperience!Female!Reader, Smut

Commission Requests: Open!

Imagine Requests: Open!

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*Sorry you had a shit date and I am so sorry for getting this imagine out late! I hope you have a better time on your next date!*

MJF shushed you softly as he was on top of you, making sure to have his body weight on his wrists as he hovered over you so he wouldn't crush you. "You're doing so well for me." MJF praised as his cock was slowly inching inside of your tight walls. "Doing so well, princess." MJF's voice was soft as he leaned down and peppered kisses all over your neck.

Your gritted your teeth tightly forcing back the tears as MJF's large cock slowly slid inside your cunt. Your nails raked and scratched down his back, pulling him close to you as you sobbed quietly. "Fuck- you're so big."

A light blush appeared upon MJF's cheeks along with a growing grin. "I know princess, but you feel so fucking good wrapped around me. So wet." His hot breath fan over your face as he slowly started to rock his hips, getting your pussy more slick than it was before. "There she is, welcoming this large fucking cock." MJF moaned with each slow pump.

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slvttycollegegirl · 1 month

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Do you accept dirty stories?

Yes I love reading dirty stories and fantasies!!

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ax-1968 · 11 days

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Suspended

She now lays almost horizontal, face down. She is quiet.

A few strands of her dark hair hang loose near her cheek. The rest of her hair is in a braid that stretches out from the back of her head.

Her arms are folded. Behind her back.

Her legs are stretched out in straight lines. Maybe they’re a little wide?

But what can she do?

She’s tied tightly into this position. Suspended at shoulder height by the winch I had installed a week ago. A complicated system of ropes has her held firmly, and somewhat comfortably suspended for my pleasure….

The weights hanging from her nipples? That’s a weird twist of pleasure for both of us. They’ve got her small c-cups barely stretched taught with this light weight…. The nipples are red, the little butterfly clips biting. They jiggle from time to time, making her gasp…. And me smile.

The clip on her clit looks a little tight, I think it’s time to take it off again.

As the blood rushes into the little bundle of nerves, I ask, “Was that pinching, My love?”

“OooooOOoohhhh….” She mewls and wiggles, making the weights shift again…. And yeah, she moans too.

My eyes catch a glint of light in the drop of moisture that has gathered on one of her pink pussy lips. I long to lick it off.

So, I lean in, and I blow gently before laving my tongue through her slit.

“Oh god” she moans.

Her salty, thick fluids begin to flow as I slide my pointer finger into its length. I begin pressing down on the rough skin of her g-spot and rub quickly….

Just as I feel her beginning to tense, I stop.

She wiggles, the weights swinging freely now. More moans…. My cock strains. It almost hurts it is so hard. I want to be buried inside her. But I want her to come like volcano before I give her the final treat.

So, I begin sliding my wet finger across her clit. I tap it gently, making her jump each time. Then, I gather up her fluids as I slide gently through her lips and bring my finger to her puckered little rear entryway. I run my finger around the sensitive opening, and she quivers more.

I run the finger down, slip it inside her to coat it good, and then I begin to slide my pointer finger into her ass. Just the tip is inside now, I’ve breached the first muscular ring and am wiggling it a little, twisting and trying to give her as much sensation as I can.

Her insides are warm. I can feel her tensing her inner sphincter as I begin to put a little force behind my press. My finger pops inside her ass and has free run now. I slide it out and back in once…. Twice. On the third press, I slip my middle finger into her and begin a slow rhythm, in and out. In and out.

She is beginning to shake now. Her mewls and moans have become completely incomprehensible now. Every now and then a whispered ‘Please’ slips clearly.

Because she asks so nicely, I slip the middle finger of my left hand in with the one from my right. The opposing fingers create a tension, and the left finger slides back and forth across her g-spot.

I am relentless now. I begin speeding up a little at a time. My motion moves her enough that one of the nipple clamps lets loose, the weight falling to the floor beneath her. That little bite of pain triggers the fall.

Her orgasm burst forth. Her ass clamps down on my pointer finger, stilling it. I can feel her pussy clenching and her scream burst forth from her lungs. My two middle fingers are suddenly awash in liquid rushing from her. Her internal walls clamp down on my fingers almost painfully. Her whole body is locked up, her toes are curled, her ass cheeks are clenched.

She suddenly slumps in exhaustion. I slip my fingers from her body and gently rub her thigs and butt.

“That was beautiful, My pet. Thank you.” I whisper to her as I continue to rub my hands up and down her back and sides.

I squat down near her head, and she slowly raises her eyes to meet mine.

“Ready for round six?” I ask with an evil grin and rise to my feet….

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conormcgregorswife10 · 2 years

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Should I write stories or no??? What would you lot like to read on my page???

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inkskinned · 9 months

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no, actually, where is the whimsy?

my ex had a best friend named larry who asked me once: what do you think comes after irony?

we were at the bar where larry worked. it was a quiet night, and he'd hopped over to sit with us on the patron side. i swirled the lemon around my limoncello martini.

earnest positivity, i said, while my ex said, art self-destructs.

i stared at my ex. he stared at me.

his argument was the cinemasins argument: look how bad media is becoming! look at the loopholes and the dumb shit!

it was roughly 2011. galaxy print was still in. at the time, i had a favorite shirt that was a wolf howling at the moon. it got ripped in half in the wash and i honestly still mourn it. i dressed like effie stonem, because everyone did. and irony was the name of the thing. men liked MLP "ironically." the internet liked the kind of crass, "anti-mainstream" vibes of things like fuck romance, touch my butt and buy me pizza. we put cats in sunglasses everywhere, which was because we only liked things in irony.

and media had the same vibe in it: anti-hero white men would be "hard to love" and then storm off the scene. nobody was just earnestly trying to save the world: they were jaded, angry, unoriginal. mad you even asked them to try to help.

my ex ends up not being wrong. cinemasins becomes super popular. a lot of people start viewing media with this lens that is the cruelest, most jaded depiction. it's wrong for your character to have unexplained powers, even if the entire movie is about how strange it is she has unexplained powers - that is still considered a "loophole." characters make thoughtless, panicked choices? loophole. characters are actually kind people, despite hardship? loophole. features a woman doing literally anything without assistance? loophole. movies become hyper-aware of scrutiny, and now irony rules the media.

which means you go to a movie, and the character has to turn to the screen and say "beats me!!" or one of the side characters has to have some kind of quip like "are you seriously telling me that you think this is normal?" because nothing can happen in earnest. like a sitcom laugh track, we now anticipate the fourth-wall break: the moment that the media acknowledges it is telling a story. the media has to apologize for itself, or else someone like my ex rolls their eyes.

but here's the thing: i wasn't wrong either.

the difference might be that i am (and always have been) so soft-hearted that any crack in the light of this world will spear me into the ground. and i was the poet in the relationship. (he thought that was the same thing as being naïve and stupid). i was making things daily. i knew how all of us artists are driven by some strange desire to evolve. he notably liked to critique art, not to create it.

so yes, i've made things that are bitter and angry and even ironic. i've made long, sharp poems with all capital letters, and i've made poems about how the silence stretches out like a song. someone wrote once that we will spend our whole lives just circling the place we grew up. i think it's more that we spend our whole lives trying to remake a home. i think it's that as we age, it becomes less exciting to build the castle on the beach - we become aware of erosion, of windforce. we realize what we really want is to come home to our dog, castle or not.

and while art in the foreground is mired in white male violence and irony, and aggression, and not taking anything seriously - i don't think that's true of all art. i think more and more artists are leaning in to the things we love. the world has changed so much. they have taken so many things from us. the only thing we have left is love. at the bottom of the moving box - all we get is the faint sense that we have to appreciate what little we've got. i can't enjoy this stuff ironically anymore: what room do i have for irony? if it makes me happy, that is an amazing thing. there are so few happy places left for me. i want to be happy because of how leaves shiver beside each other like nestling birds. i want to be happy because of the color pink, and how magenta doesn't exist. i have spent so much of this life suffering, i have earned my right to a gentle ending. if nothing matters, i get to assign meaning to the nothing. i get to create meaning. i am an artist first and foremost, which means creation is my thing.

where is the whimsy? wherever i fucking put it. because if this is my last fucking chance to do any good in this world - i want to do it earnestly. i want to write things that make you happy. that make people feel heard and seen. what comes after irony has to be positivity.

it was close to my 21st birthday. in 7 years, i would end up writing a book about this relationship, which is hopefully coming out somewhere around May 2024. i come back to this bar scene in my memories a lot. i keep thinking of how pale my ex was. the look that crossed his face. how i looked back at him. how for a moment, both of us couldn't recognize the other person. like the gulf between us was a suddenly wide and cavernous thing. like we were alien to each other. he never took my opinion seriously, and he always seemed surprised whenever his manic-pixie-dream-girl ever broke free of the plot. like in the whole time we were together, i wasn't human enough.

this knowledge: where he said nothing comes after, my only instinct was what comes after is love.

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ax-1968 · 3 months

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Suspense

I finished tying the knot gently, and quietly. I had been working for about twenty-five minutes so far. I was about to start checking all of my knots once more.

It is precious cargo, being slung up in my studio.

It is My pet.

My pet currently dangles from a hook in the ceiling….

She’s also drooling a touch. She’s in sub-space now. Has been since she knelt on the mat in front of me earlier this evening.

The room is quiet. None of my clients, or the girl who works the salesroom out front, here. It is just the two of us. I hear the ropes, as they slide between, or over each other. I hear the creak of the ropes at the top of the harness.

I begin checking the knots again. I start with the chest bindings, then I check her arms, and legs. I need to make sure the pressure is just right…. Not cutting off any circulation or pinching any nerves. I trace my fingers across every rope…. Gently caressing her skin and pressing enough that she feels it.

Everything is good, so now the real fun begins for me. She enjoys the total act of submission…. And while I live for her submission to me, the real fun begins when I can bring pure pleasure to My pet.

I start with just my fingers…. I run them gently across skin that has no rope near it…. Up and down her legs and arms. Gently pressing here and there to get a reaction…. Until I begin circling her beautiful breasts. They are pressed out, away from her chest, by the ropes around their bases. There are ropes bound around her chest under, and over her breasts, with wraps in the middle, pulling them together. All three consist of three neatly placed rows. The three rows of three work together to squeeze those breasts, there are then two thinner piece of twine that reach between the two chest wraps… These pinch her nipples and add a nice, constant irritation.

Her little hoops, keep tension on her nipples through those little pieces of twine. Her nipples probably already ache…. They’ve been hard for so long now…. The twine? It just adds that wonderous last little touch.

As my fingers spiral around her breasts and reach the nipples, I begin pinching them from the top and bottom…. I pinch harder and harder until I hear a soft moan. Then I begin twisting.

My pet struggles a little…. But it is more halfhearted. She enjoys this bit of pleasure and pain….

I tease her nipples a little longer, until her pelvis slowly begins trying to push forward. The ropes prevent much movement…. But she is trying to build a rhythm…. Which I don’t want yet.

So, I let go of her nipples completely.

Now, she moans louder.

I slowly walk around her. I brush her cheek…. Her blindfold has her other senses heightened. But she’s never been really good at hearing exactly where I am….

She tries to turn her head, but her long hair is tied to the ropes that runs through her crotch. Creating more friction…. But it’s so tight, she can only mover her head a fraction of an inch.

I quietly pad around to the other end.

Her first awareness of me, is my breath on her pussy. Hot, soft.

She jumps, then howls as the ropes through her crotch pull and rub…. There is a knot just above her pelvic mound, and another knot between her pussy and puckered asshole. There are ropes that run across her hips, pulling the spaces between knots apart, ensuring me access, but also keeping the pressure, and adding other points of pressure and light friction.

The pressure is just enough, that it presses her pussy lips out nicely. Presents them like a blooming flower. While, at the same time, the pressure from the rope on either side of her pussy makes anything going in or out…. Well, a tight squeeze.

I lean in and take a big lick…. From her clit all the way to the next knot.

I pull back.

Wetness dribbles out.

I run a finger along the edge of her lips…. Gently, gently now. I feel the moisture on my fingertip, and begin to push it around, spreading it around on her, and spreading her open more. And then I patiently, patiently, press my fingertip…. ever so slowly, between the tight pressure, until just the tip of my finger is inside her opening. She is openly crying now…. Moisture begins running down my finger, as tears slowly slip down to the very tip of her nose.

I pull my finger out, lean in again and run the flat of my tongue, pressed hard, again form that little nub, the full length, my tongue just barley pressing against her opening.

And away again.

I stand now. I’ve been kneeling, working at shoulder level on my pet.

But now, as I stand, she is at the perfect height….

I step back and kneel at the edge of the mat. I tuck my head in a quick bow, then stand again. I begin removing the sash from my silk robe. It is blue, a dark midnight blue, embroidered in multicolored dragons, lotus and waves. I let it slip from my shoulders, turn and fold it neatly. I place it on the edge of the mat.

I stand, naked. I reach to the small table and pick up a set of vibrating nipple clamps. These I hook on My pet’s nipple hoops. They are thick steel and the clamps grip tightly.

My pet shivers. Goosebumps race across her skin. Her chest and neck are flushed.

I check her breathing…. And do a quick hand and foot check.

I flick the power switch to the left nipple clamp, and it begins vibrating.

“Nnnnnnnggggghhhh” She lets out.

The second switch flicks on and she shakes for a moment, adjusting.

Then, I pick up the tube of lube. I squeeze out a dollop onto two fingers of my right hand.

Ah, she knows that sound! She also now begins to wiggle a little.

Now, I steady her gently…. I run my left hand up her left thigh, “Shhhh My pet. Stop fussing.”

“But Master I’m scared…. You kno-“

“My pet, how are you feeling?”

“Green, Master, But-“

“Silence”. I didn’t raise my voice. I simply told her quietly. She obeys.

Then, my fingers place the cool lube on that puckered little rear entry and began slowly working it around the hole.

“Does that feel good, My pet?”

“Oh God, Master, yes, but-“

CRACK!

A bright, angry red handprint appeared on her left ass cheek. Silence follows.

Until I begin rubbing my middle finger closer and closer to her butthole again. Then, she just whimpers…. The she just moans.

My finger slips inside the first pucker. It’s warm, tight and she tightens up. That’s when my left hand reaches down and strokes across her clit.

The surprise works, and my finger slips in to the second knuckle. Again, she tightens up. My finger is locked in place. I don’t know if I could pull it out if I tried!

I relax…. And begin stroking her pussy. I give it four or five gentle strokes, then slip a finger in the tightened hole again. This time, I go to the third knuckle. It’s really tight. I am not sure I can get a second finger in…. The ropes are pulling just beautifully.

I pull my left hand out, and I pick up a new toy from the table. I bring it over to her body and slip the power button on just as I place it against the knot right between her two holes. The ropes begin to vibrate gently across her lower half….

Her first orgasm hits. Her lips purse, and she practically spits out her. I feel the warm spray on my crotch. My cock bobs. My front thighs are now wet. The moisture clinging to the leg hairs.

I am also very turned on. My cock leas a drop of precum. It is everything in me, not to slam myself into the hilt.

But I must maintain control.

I slid the vibrator back and set the tip against her pucker.

“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh…. Oh Maaaaaasterrrrr”

She falls over the edge again…

I remove the vibrator and let her calm for a few moments. I begin running my fingers across her skin gently again. I trace up both sides of her legs…. Then across her hips, and across her taught belly. I feel her tits again…. And remove the vibrating clamps.

To be continued….

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