Sunday, December 31, 2006
HOTEL
by Bliatz on June 14, 2004
It is late and it’s very dark outside. I go to meet him at the hotel. He’s been there for a few days already. I’ve tried not to go, but I’m getting weaker by the hour. I even prepared myself. I’ve bought a new dress, put on a pair of high heeled boots and lingerie to make anyone envious. Took a long bath and had a close shave. I can feel the smoothness of my pussy as I walk. Feels as if someone is touching me there with every step I take. As I enter the hotel, my knees are shaking.
The receptionist greets me with a little smile as I tell him the room number. He thinks he knows . I can see it in the way he turns dreamy … “A secret romance – how nice”. If only the asshole knew, I think, as I enter the elevator.
I press the button. Twelfth floor. Look at myself in the elevator mirror. I pull my dress up a little and slide my hand up over the edge of my stocking, feeling the hot skin on my naked thigh. I pull my panties to one side and slide two fingers up my pussy, and just stand there, eyes half closed. My pulse is hard in there. Look in the mirror, dress half up, stockings and skin showing, feeling my fingers up there. My lips look very red. I whisper to myself. “You look like a fucking slut!”
I’m so wet already. He won’t like that. He’ll get angry right from the start. “Shit”, I argue with myself, walking down the hallway on the twelfth floor, “I should go home…” I knock on the door instead. Nervously. It takes a while before the door opens.
He looks at me. At my short red and shiny satin dress and black high heeled boots. He doesn’s say a word for ages. Finally, he steps aside and lets me in. I walk in and stand there, in the middle of the room, knees shaking and almost running out of courage. He opens a bottle of wine. “Want some?” “Yes, please!” He hands me a glass of wine and I empty it, quickly. He fills it up, and sits down in an armchair by the window. I walk to the bed and sit down.
“Don’t!” he says, “get up!” He fills his glass again. “Come here, bitch!” I get up from the bed and walk across the room. Stand in front of him, as he pulls my skirt up. “Turn around!”, he says, and I do. He pulls the dress halfway up over my ass and tells me to bend over. I sense him leaning back in the armchair. He just watches me as I stand there, hands on my knees, legs half spread and dress up. Quickly, he leans forward and pulls my panties to one side. I let out a whine, as he rams three fingers up my pussy. “Slut!”, he says, “dripping already, are we?” “I’m sorry”, I whisper.
“What? Sorry? You’re just a fucking horny slut, you know that? “Yes, I know”, almost inaudibly. “Don’t get mad”.
He empties his glass and fills it up again. Gets up and puts on some music. I try to stand up too, but he tells me to stay where I am. He opens his bag beside the bed and pulls out a thin, white rope. Goes back to the armchair, sits down behind me. “Spread!” he says. His voice sounds strained. I spread my legs a little more and still bending over I spread my buns with my hands. My legs are beginning to ache. I feel his warm breath as he starts licking my wet pussy up and down, ending up working my clit with his tongue. I moan, as he quickly slides first two, then four, fingers up my pussy. Still licking my clit and pressing his fingers as deep into my pussy as he can, he wets his thumb with my juices, and starts moving it in circles around my tight asshole. He rams it in and start fucking me with his fingers, pussy and ass. I whine and moan, moving, wanting to cum right away. He knows that – so he stops…
He tells me to take off my dress. I get up, and slowly pull the dress over my head. I can feel him watching me closely. I stand there in my black bra, black garter belt, black stockings and boots. “You look like a goddamn whore!”, he says, “get on the bed … on all four … now!” On the bed, he quickly ties my wrists together with the white rope. He moves to the other side of the bed and opens his bag. Pulls out a large red dildo and a black butplug. “You want this?” he asks. I spread my legs wide, feeling my pussy opening a little as I do. I want him to fuck me hard. I want it so bad that I almost cry. "Yes", I whisper. "Louder!" he says. "YES - I WANT IT!!". My voice turning into a sob.
He pulls my panties aside and slowly slides the dildo into my wet pussy. As deep as it can go, he presses it all the way up there. I let out a loud scream, my breath getting faster. “Shut up! And don’t move!” he says, and slowly drives the butplug up my asshole. He pulls my panties back in place. I can feel his fingers arranging them so the sight pleases him. Then he turns, walks to the armchair and sits down. He’s behind me - I can’t see him. Hear the sound of another bottle being opened and wine pouring into his glass. He drinks, in silence. I sense him watching me, and I hear the sound of him unzipping. I know he’ll be so hard by now, and the thought almost does it for me. I try to stay quiet, but I feel the dildo so deep, pressing against the plug inside me, and I can’t stop it. I moan and whine with every breath I take.
“Noisy bitch!” His voice is rusty. “Don’t move … and don’t you dare cum. You haven’t deserved that yet! Coming here all wet! I’m the one to wet that pussy of yours – not you!”
Moving … there’s nothing I want more. I want to arch my back and wriggle my ass until I cum. But I keep still, feeling the rope tight around my wrists and the deep, hot, stuffed throbbing of my pussy and ass. I hear his breath shortening behind me. I can't control myself for long. “Please let me cum now”, I beg, whining as if in pain, “Please!”
He gets up and walks to the bed. Slaps my ass hard. I scream out loud and he laughs hoarsely. Quickly, he places himself in front of me on the bed, his hard cock just in front of my face. I open my mouth, wanting to blow him so bad that my lips burn. I’m so close to cuming and I try desperately to suck his cock into my hot mouth. But he keeps it out of reach, holding on to my hair and throwing my head back. “Look at me!” he says and our eyes meet. I can see that he is close too, very close. He strokes his hard cock … very slowly. It is wet from precum. I want it and he knows that. “No” he says, “ you’re not having any!”
He leans forward and slaps me hard on the ass. As he does, his wet dickhead touches my lips, but I know that I’m not allowed. “Please let me have it”, I beg, “please!” “No”, he says … “first you cum for me, bitch. NOW!”. He starts jerking off faster just in front of my face. Still looking in his eyes, feeling his firm grip in my hair, I cum violently. I scream out, and he slaps me in the face. “Shut up, you fucking slut!” he moans. I feel his hot cum hitting my face. I swallow as much as I can get, licking my lips, while my pussy contracts again and again around the dildo. He lets go of my hair and tongues me deeply, tasting the cum.
"That's a little better", he says, "but not good enough". He is back in the chair, looking speculative and watching me closely. "I'm not done with you yet. You were 20 minutes late. That ... just .... won't ... do!"
It is late and it’s very dark outside. I go to meet him at the hotel. He’s been there for a few days already. I’ve tried not to go, but I’m getting weaker by the hour. I even prepared myself. I’ve bought a new dress, put on a pair of high heeled boots and lingerie to make anyone envious. Took a long bath and had a close shave. I can feel the smoothness of my pussy as I walk. Feels as if someone is touching me there with every step I take. As I enter the hotel, my knees are shaking.
The receptionist greets me with a little smile as I tell him the room number. He thinks he knows . I can see it in the way he turns dreamy … “A secret romance – how nice”. If only the asshole knew, I think, as I enter the elevator.
I press the button. Twelfth floor. Look at myself in the elevator mirror. I pull my dress up a little and slide my hand up over the edge of my stocking, feeling the hot skin on my naked thigh. I pull my panties to one side and slide two fingers up my pussy, and just stand there, eyes half closed. My pulse is hard in there. Look in the mirror, dress half up, stockings and skin showing, feeling my fingers up there. My lips look very red. I whisper to myself. “You look like a fucking slut!”
I’m so wet already. He won’t like that. He’ll get angry right from the start. “Shit”, I argue with myself, walking down the hallway on the twelfth floor, “I should go home…” I knock on the door instead. Nervously. It takes a while before the door opens.
He looks at me. At my short red and shiny satin dress and black high heeled boots. He doesn’s say a word for ages. Finally, he steps aside and lets me in. I walk in and stand there, in the middle of the room, knees shaking and almost running out of courage. He opens a bottle of wine. “Want some?” “Yes, please!” He hands me a glass of wine and I empty it, quickly. He fills it up, and sits down in an armchair by the window. I walk to the bed and sit down.
“Don’t!” he says, “get up!” He fills his glass again. “Come here, bitch!” I get up from the bed and walk across the room. Stand in front of him, as he pulls my skirt up. “Turn around!”, he says, and I do. He pulls the dress halfway up over my ass and tells me to bend over. I sense him leaning back in the armchair. He just watches me as I stand there, hands on my knees, legs half spread and dress up. Quickly, he leans forward and pulls my panties to one side. I let out a whine, as he rams three fingers up my pussy. “Slut!”, he says, “dripping already, are we?” “I’m sorry”, I whisper.
“What? Sorry? You’re just a fucking horny slut, you know that? “Yes, I know”, almost inaudibly. “Don’t get mad”.
He empties his glass and fills it up again. Gets up and puts on some music. I try to stand up too, but he tells me to stay where I am. He opens his bag beside the bed and pulls out a thin, white rope. Goes back to the armchair, sits down behind me. “Spread!” he says. His voice sounds strained. I spread my legs a little more and still bending over I spread my buns with my hands. My legs are beginning to ache. I feel his warm breath as he starts licking my wet pussy up and down, ending up working my clit with his tongue. I moan, as he quickly slides first two, then four, fingers up my pussy. Still licking my clit and pressing his fingers as deep into my pussy as he can, he wets his thumb with my juices, and starts moving it in circles around my tight asshole. He rams it in and start fucking me with his fingers, pussy and ass. I whine and moan, moving, wanting to cum right away. He knows that – so he stops…
He tells me to take off my dress. I get up, and slowly pull the dress over my head. I can feel him watching me closely. I stand there in my black bra, black garter belt, black stockings and boots. “You look like a goddamn whore!”, he says, “get on the bed … on all four … now!” On the bed, he quickly ties my wrists together with the white rope. He moves to the other side of the bed and opens his bag. Pulls out a large red dildo and a black butplug. “You want this?” he asks. I spread my legs wide, feeling my pussy opening a little as I do. I want him to fuck me hard. I want it so bad that I almost cry. "Yes", I whisper. "Louder!" he says. "YES - I WANT IT!!". My voice turning into a sob.
He pulls my panties aside and slowly slides the dildo into my wet pussy. As deep as it can go, he presses it all the way up there. I let out a loud scream, my breath getting faster. “Shut up! And don’t move!” he says, and slowly drives the butplug up my asshole. He pulls my panties back in place. I can feel his fingers arranging them so the sight pleases him. Then he turns, walks to the armchair and sits down. He’s behind me - I can’t see him. Hear the sound of another bottle being opened and wine pouring into his glass. He drinks, in silence. I sense him watching me, and I hear the sound of him unzipping. I know he’ll be so hard by now, and the thought almost does it for me. I try to stay quiet, but I feel the dildo so deep, pressing against the plug inside me, and I can’t stop it. I moan and whine with every breath I take.
“Noisy bitch!” His voice is rusty. “Don’t move … and don’t you dare cum. You haven’t deserved that yet! Coming here all wet! I’m the one to wet that pussy of yours – not you!”
Moving … there’s nothing I want more. I want to arch my back and wriggle my ass until I cum. But I keep still, feeling the rope tight around my wrists and the deep, hot, stuffed throbbing of my pussy and ass. I hear his breath shortening behind me. I can't control myself for long. “Please let me cum now”, I beg, whining as if in pain, “Please!”
He gets up and walks to the bed. Slaps my ass hard. I scream out loud and he laughs hoarsely. Quickly, he places himself in front of me on the bed, his hard cock just in front of my face. I open my mouth, wanting to blow him so bad that my lips burn. I’m so close to cuming and I try desperately to suck his cock into my hot mouth. But he keeps it out of reach, holding on to my hair and throwing my head back. “Look at me!” he says and our eyes meet. I can see that he is close too, very close. He strokes his hard cock … very slowly. It is wet from precum. I want it and he knows that. “No” he says, “ you’re not having any!”
He leans forward and slaps me hard on the ass. As he does, his wet dickhead touches my lips, but I know that I’m not allowed. “Please let me have it”, I beg, “please!” “No”, he says … “first you cum for me, bitch. NOW!”. He starts jerking off faster just in front of my face. Still looking in his eyes, feeling his firm grip in my hair, I cum violently. I scream out, and he slaps me in the face. “Shut up, you fucking slut!” he moans. I feel his hot cum hitting my face. I swallow as much as I can get, licking my lips, while my pussy contracts again and again around the dildo. He lets go of my hair and tongues me deeply, tasting the cum.
"That's a little better", he says, "but not good enough". He is back in the chair, looking speculative and watching me closely. "I'm not done with you yet. You were 20 minutes late. That ... just .... won't ... do!"
Saturday, December 30, 2006
VOICES AND HANDS
by Bliatz on May 18, 2004
I wear my headphones, so I don't hear them coming. All I feel is the sudden darkness ... something getting tied over my eyes and a hand being pressed firmly over my mouth.
"Keep quiet!!" I don't recognize their voices. My arms are forced back and tied behind my office chair with the cord from the headphones. "There!" a voice says, "She's all ours now!" I try to protest, but the voice, now slightly threatening, interrupts me: "Keep quiet, slut!"
I feel a short, sharp pain as my head gets pulled back by the hair. Someone licks my lips with the tip of his tongue, thrusts it in between my hot lips, between my teeth. Deep into my mouth. I can sense his excitement as he - still with his tongue buried in my mouth - slides his hands down the front of my shirt and teases my nipples through the fabric. A light touch at first, a gentle rub, then a firmer squeeze, rolling each nipple between two fingers. I whimper helplessly into his mouth. Then he stops.
I sit there, blindfolded, arms tied behind my back, confused and blushing a little because my nipples are hardening quickly, aching and burning from wanting more. No light seeps through the blindfold, but I sense their presence clearly. There's two of them - maybe three. "Just look at this little whore!"
"Yes...". A different voice now, "... but I want to see a lot more than that!" My shirts gets pulled up, exposing my naked tits. I wriggle a little in my chair, painfully aware that my nipples are hardening even more - and that it shows. I press my knees together, uselessly trying to cover the fact that I'm wearing a garter belt under my black skirt. One of them stands in front of me, and he tries to press his knee between mine. I fight hard to keep them together. "Bitch!", he murmurs impatiently, and I feel a hand on each knee, roughly spreading my legs wide. "Keep them there, you fucking cunt!", another voice whispers in my ear.
Two voices. There's two of them. One in front and one behind me. The one behind me, who just whispered, starts teasing a nipple with one hand, and sticks three fingers in my mouth with the other. "Lick 'em and then suck 'em hard ... and you better do it real good, girl! Make me wish it's my cock!", he says. I lick and suck his fingers, letting out muffled moans, as he fucks my mouth deeply with his fingers. My nipple is itching and aching from his firm and cunning treatment, and my pussy is beginning to respond. The heat throbs in my black see-through panties, and I know that the guy standing in front of me will spot the wet as it starts showing through the fabric. I'm sucking hard on the fingers as I sense him kneeling between my legs. He slides his hands up my legs, I feel their warmth through my stockings, slowly moving upwards, forcing my legs wide apart and pushing my skirt all the way up. I feel my panties being pulled aside, and I hear him laugh as my juices make them cling a little to my pussy. "Wet as a fucking whore!" he says, " I wonder if she tastes like one too!"
The one at my head stops playing with my nipple and removes his fingers from my mouth. I hear the sound of jeans being unbuttoned close to my ear. He turns my head by the hair. "Open up, slut!", he says, his voice low and a little hoarse. As he teases my lips with his cock I hardly sense how uncomfortable my position is. Legs spread wide, arms tied behind my back, and my head turned to one side. His cock is rock hard as I taste his excitement, the bitter, salty precum smeared on my lips.
He rams his cock deep into my mouth, holding on to my hair and moaning loudly as he does so. At the same time, the one between my legs starts eating my pussy. His tongue circles my clit and he slides his fingers up and down my slit, until he finally shoves them up my pussy, hard, surprising. He fucks me hard and deep with his fingers, while tongueing my clit. I gasp and moan, muffled noises while the hard cock slides in and out my mouth, occasionally pausing ... and then getting rammed down my throat. Spit runs down my cheek, and I sense him getting close to shooting his load, his cock feeling a little harder, his moans and breath shortening. Suddenly he withdraws and I can feel him watching my wet face, as I whimper and moan with lust, sensing only the other guy's tongue and hands working my pussy. Then he stops too.
"Please don't stop! Please ...!", I beg, whimpering, "... just ... please...!"
They both laugh. One of them slaps me in the face. "Shut the fuck up and get on your feet, bitch!", he commands. He unties my wrists and pulls me up. I stumble along, trying to walk in my high heeled boots as he drags me by the hair. I feel a hard push, and fall down, hitting the hard surface of a desk with my upper body. I stand there, bent over the desk, and feel how he uses his foot to push my legs apart. Wide apart. He takes a firm hold of my ass before he fucks me hard and rough, ramming his cock up my pussy again and again. I feel the other guy sliding his hand down my front, and as he rubs my clit, he whispers in my ear. "That's it ... scream it out, you fucking whore, just moan like the fucking slut you are!"
I cum hard, screaming and loosing any sense of time and place. I hardly sense how I get lifted and thrown on my back on the desk, legs spread wide and a cock being rammed down my throat, another roughly pressed deep up my ass. They fuck me hard and deep, holding on to my hair and thighs. I feel how their cocks are hard as rocks, the second orgasm making my body arch and my pussy contract. The guy fucking my ass cums violently, and I feel his load spraying deep inside me. The one fucking my mouth stops doing so and I feel his hot load on my cheeks. He groans loud as he sprays my face, and moans hoarsely "Damn you, bitch! That's it, you fucking cumwhore!" Then silence.
And they are gone. As I return to my senses I feel that I'm alone, and remove my blindfold. I'm at a desk in another office, shirt and skirt pulled up, panties pulled aside. Cum is drying on my face and dripping from my ass. I feel floaty, out of this world. I fix myself up at the bathroom, and return to my desk. I pick my headphones from the floor and sit down, my pussy still contracting softly, my lips and nipples burning. I'll be listening very carefully to voices tomorrow, I think to myself. Very carefully!
I wear my headphones, so I don't hear them coming. All I feel is the sudden darkness ... something getting tied over my eyes and a hand being pressed firmly over my mouth.
"Keep quiet!!" I don't recognize their voices. My arms are forced back and tied behind my office chair with the cord from the headphones. "There!" a voice says, "She's all ours now!" I try to protest, but the voice, now slightly threatening, interrupts me: "Keep quiet, slut!"
I feel a short, sharp pain as my head gets pulled back by the hair. Someone licks my lips with the tip of his tongue, thrusts it in between my hot lips, between my teeth. Deep into my mouth. I can sense his excitement as he - still with his tongue buried in my mouth - slides his hands down the front of my shirt and teases my nipples through the fabric. A light touch at first, a gentle rub, then a firmer squeeze, rolling each nipple between two fingers. I whimper helplessly into his mouth. Then he stops.
I sit there, blindfolded, arms tied behind my back, confused and blushing a little because my nipples are hardening quickly, aching and burning from wanting more. No light seeps through the blindfold, but I sense their presence clearly. There's two of them - maybe three. "Just look at this little whore!"
"Yes...". A different voice now, "... but I want to see a lot more than that!" My shirts gets pulled up, exposing my naked tits. I wriggle a little in my chair, painfully aware that my nipples are hardening even more - and that it shows. I press my knees together, uselessly trying to cover the fact that I'm wearing a garter belt under my black skirt. One of them stands in front of me, and he tries to press his knee between mine. I fight hard to keep them together. "Bitch!", he murmurs impatiently, and I feel a hand on each knee, roughly spreading my legs wide. "Keep them there, you fucking cunt!", another voice whispers in my ear.
Two voices. There's two of them. One in front and one behind me. The one behind me, who just whispered, starts teasing a nipple with one hand, and sticks three fingers in my mouth with the other. "Lick 'em and then suck 'em hard ... and you better do it real good, girl! Make me wish it's my cock!", he says. I lick and suck his fingers, letting out muffled moans, as he fucks my mouth deeply with his fingers. My nipple is itching and aching from his firm and cunning treatment, and my pussy is beginning to respond. The heat throbs in my black see-through panties, and I know that the guy standing in front of me will spot the wet as it starts showing through the fabric. I'm sucking hard on the fingers as I sense him kneeling between my legs. He slides his hands up my legs, I feel their warmth through my stockings, slowly moving upwards, forcing my legs wide apart and pushing my skirt all the way up. I feel my panties being pulled aside, and I hear him laugh as my juices make them cling a little to my pussy. "Wet as a fucking whore!" he says, " I wonder if she tastes like one too!"
The one at my head stops playing with my nipple and removes his fingers from my mouth. I hear the sound of jeans being unbuttoned close to my ear. He turns my head by the hair. "Open up, slut!", he says, his voice low and a little hoarse. As he teases my lips with his cock I hardly sense how uncomfortable my position is. Legs spread wide, arms tied behind my back, and my head turned to one side. His cock is rock hard as I taste his excitement, the bitter, salty precum smeared on my lips.
He rams his cock deep into my mouth, holding on to my hair and moaning loudly as he does so. At the same time, the one between my legs starts eating my pussy. His tongue circles my clit and he slides his fingers up and down my slit, until he finally shoves them up my pussy, hard, surprising. He fucks me hard and deep with his fingers, while tongueing my clit. I gasp and moan, muffled noises while the hard cock slides in and out my mouth, occasionally pausing ... and then getting rammed down my throat. Spit runs down my cheek, and I sense him getting close to shooting his load, his cock feeling a little harder, his moans and breath shortening. Suddenly he withdraws and I can feel him watching my wet face, as I whimper and moan with lust, sensing only the other guy's tongue and hands working my pussy. Then he stops too.
"Please don't stop! Please ...!", I beg, whimpering, "... just ... please...!"
They both laugh. One of them slaps me in the face. "Shut the fuck up and get on your feet, bitch!", he commands. He unties my wrists and pulls me up. I stumble along, trying to walk in my high heeled boots as he drags me by the hair. I feel a hard push, and fall down, hitting the hard surface of a desk with my upper body. I stand there, bent over the desk, and feel how he uses his foot to push my legs apart. Wide apart. He takes a firm hold of my ass before he fucks me hard and rough, ramming his cock up my pussy again and again. I feel the other guy sliding his hand down my front, and as he rubs my clit, he whispers in my ear. "That's it ... scream it out, you fucking whore, just moan like the fucking slut you are!"
I cum hard, screaming and loosing any sense of time and place. I hardly sense how I get lifted and thrown on my back on the desk, legs spread wide and a cock being rammed down my throat, another roughly pressed deep up my ass. They fuck me hard and deep, holding on to my hair and thighs. I feel how their cocks are hard as rocks, the second orgasm making my body arch and my pussy contract. The guy fucking my ass cums violently, and I feel his load spraying deep inside me. The one fucking my mouth stops doing so and I feel his hot load on my cheeks. He groans loud as he sprays my face, and moans hoarsely "Damn you, bitch! That's it, you fucking cumwhore!" Then silence.
And they are gone. As I return to my senses I feel that I'm alone, and remove my blindfold. I'm at a desk in another office, shirt and skirt pulled up, panties pulled aside. Cum is drying on my face and dripping from my ass. I feel floaty, out of this world. I fix myself up at the bathroom, and return to my desk. I pick my headphones from the floor and sit down, my pussy still contracting softly, my lips and nipples burning. I'll be listening very carefully to voices tomorrow, I think to myself. Very carefully!
Friday, December 29, 2006
A BATHROOM BITCH
by Bliatz on April 30, 2004
I'm about to leave the bathroom. He enters and pushes me back, closing and locking the door behind us. He stares in my eyes, and I know that look. There is no way out of this.
"You know what to do!", he says. "Now!"
I pull up my skirt, slowly, and his gaze locks on to my black garter belt, stockings and string panties. He gave me the high heeled black boots for my birthday this year. I pull up my blouse and take off my bra. My nipples are burning hot. He knows my pussy is soaking wet. Wearing a garter belt secretly and in public usually does that to me. Professional bitch with a slut inside. "Get down!", he says, pressing me down on the floor with his hand.
I crouch in front of him, dress pulled up over my ass, my blouse pulled up just over my tits. My legs are spread and I can feel the suspenders of the garter belt pressing against my naked buns. "That's my slut", he says. "You're such a filthy little whore! Now wet those hard little nipples for me. Make them shine." I lick my fingers, and start wetting both my nipples by rubbing them gently with the spit."Not like that!", he says, holding my head in a firm grip by the hair. "Use that greedy pussy of yours!" My hands are cold, and I gasp at the sensation when my icy fingers slide down my hot, wet crack. I dig deep in my pussy, and lube my nipples till they shine and burn from want. He watches me, holding on to my hair with one hand and unbuttons his jeans with the other. He pulls out his cock, which looks hard as a rock, the head purple and wet with precum. It jerks a little up and down. I want it so bad. I open my mouth and try to take it between my lips, but he pulls my head back by the hair. "NO!! now that your fingers are all lubed up, I want you to fuck that little ass of yours !"
I slide two fingers up my ass, and start fucking myself. I can feel my pussy throbbing with want, as I press my fingers deep up my ass. I look at him, mouth half open, hoping he will slide that hard cock between my lips. But he won't do that, I can see that teasing look on his face. He knows what I want, but he controls when - and if - I get it. Knowing that doesn't keep me from begging. "Please let me. Please... just a little taste." Instead, he pulls me to my feet and presses me hard up against the wall. I can feel the cold tiles pressing against my ass, and his hand against my throat. He applies a little pressure, just to hold me in place, and tells me not to move. He quickly puts his free hand down my panties, and wets a finger by sliding it slowly up and down my slit. I feel the wet finger starting to move in slow, confident circles around my clit. He knows I can't take that for long without cuming, and he watches my face closely to monitor my reactions. I moan and wriggle at little, so he gives me an evil stare and applies a little more pressure to my throat. "Don't you fucking move, I said!!"
I cum. I cum so hard, that I hardly sense how he presses me down on the floor again, and my pussy is still contracting hard as he jerks off fast and furious and sprays his cum over my hot face and burning lips.
He smears his cum on my lips while watching me slowly regain my self.
"Say it!", he says. "Thank you!", I whisper, hoarsely.
I'm about to leave the bathroom. He enters and pushes me back, closing and locking the door behind us. He stares in my eyes, and I know that look. There is no way out of this.
"You know what to do!", he says. "Now!"
I pull up my skirt, slowly, and his gaze locks on to my black garter belt, stockings and string panties. He gave me the high heeled black boots for my birthday this year. I pull up my blouse and take off my bra. My nipples are burning hot. He knows my pussy is soaking wet. Wearing a garter belt secretly and in public usually does that to me. Professional bitch with a slut inside. "Get down!", he says, pressing me down on the floor with his hand.
I crouch in front of him, dress pulled up over my ass, my blouse pulled up just over my tits. My legs are spread and I can feel the suspenders of the garter belt pressing against my naked buns. "That's my slut", he says. "You're such a filthy little whore! Now wet those hard little nipples for me. Make them shine." I lick my fingers, and start wetting both my nipples by rubbing them gently with the spit."Not like that!", he says, holding my head in a firm grip by the hair. "Use that greedy pussy of yours!" My hands are cold, and I gasp at the sensation when my icy fingers slide down my hot, wet crack. I dig deep in my pussy, and lube my nipples till they shine and burn from want. He watches me, holding on to my hair with one hand and unbuttons his jeans with the other. He pulls out his cock, which looks hard as a rock, the head purple and wet with precum. It jerks a little up and down. I want it so bad. I open my mouth and try to take it between my lips, but he pulls my head back by the hair. "NO!! now that your fingers are all lubed up, I want you to fuck that little ass of yours !"
I slide two fingers up my ass, and start fucking myself. I can feel my pussy throbbing with want, as I press my fingers deep up my ass. I look at him, mouth half open, hoping he will slide that hard cock between my lips. But he won't do that, I can see that teasing look on his face. He knows what I want, but he controls when - and if - I get it. Knowing that doesn't keep me from begging. "Please let me. Please... just a little taste." Instead, he pulls me to my feet and presses me hard up against the wall. I can feel the cold tiles pressing against my ass, and his hand against my throat. He applies a little pressure, just to hold me in place, and tells me not to move. He quickly puts his free hand down my panties, and wets a finger by sliding it slowly up and down my slit. I feel the wet finger starting to move in slow, confident circles around my clit. He knows I can't take that for long without cuming, and he watches my face closely to monitor my reactions. I moan and wriggle at little, so he gives me an evil stare and applies a little more pressure to my throat. "Don't you fucking move, I said!!"
I cum. I cum so hard, that I hardly sense how he presses me down on the floor again, and my pussy is still contracting hard as he jerks off fast and furious and sprays his cum over my hot face and burning lips.
He smears his cum on my lips while watching me slowly regain my self.
"Say it!", he says. "Thank you!", I whisper, hoarsely.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
DIFFERENCE. VARIATION. CONTRAST.
by Bliatz on January 03, 2006
Our perception of the world, the information our minds process about it, is, in its most basic form, based on differences.
We see an object only if it is different from the background. A black letter on white paper is perceived as information, while a white letter on white paper does not exist. We feel a sensory input only if it is different from it's context. A touch is - basically - felt by your nerve endings only because the surrounding nerves are not touched.
Difference. Variations. Contrast.
That's how we (mind/body) interact with our environment. We receive sensory input via difference and process it as information. If we should delve just a little deeper into this, we process analog information (fluid scales of more/less or hotter/colder) as well as digital information (on/off or there/gone).
Hmmm. I guess this is not a very sexy intro to what I see as one of the most important things in sex (kinky or vanilla). But there you have it. Difference, variation. In tempo, in method, in intensity, in all that constitutes the sexual exchange.
A few examples:
Rough fucking is divine! Getting fucked hard and intensely, feeling the pounding and thrusting within you is heavenly. Especially if it is a finale. But it is more so if it is contrasted to something else. If the tempo is, occasionally, slowed to almost a halt. Slooow, looong, sensuous thrusts. The variation awakens the cunt. It makes the nerve-ends respond. Because of the difference. The new information. Rough fucking alone can de-sensitize you. The cunt gets used to the sensation. There is no information.
So ... stop and lick. Or tickle. Or talk dirty while moving slower. Stimulate. Create a different sensory input. Any difference will do, unless you choose to do something that your partner happens to hate. Which will only create hysteria and some scenes you'd rather be without.
In D/s, the classic variation is between pain and/or control and nurture. The stopping of a spanking to stroke the blushing cheeks.The loving tenderness of a warm hand can be almost a shock to the senses. Difference. Variation. The sudden sharp pain of the twisting of a nipple in the middle of the more diffuse heat of a flogging. A warm tongue between your lips after a slap in the face. Contrast.
It's a free toolbox of pleasure that we all have access to. No shipping costs charged, no batteries need changing, and the package is limited by your imagination only:
* hot - cold
* pain - soothe
* slap - stroke
* lick - bite
* fast - slow
* rough - soft
* playing - serious
* repetitive - surprising
* nothing - everything
* lips - hands
* cock - tongue
* pinch - kiss
* twist - tickle
* bratty - obeying
Difference. Variation. Contrast. In my humble view, this is one of the keys to good, mind consuming sex. To explore and use the sensory toolbox - on the body as well as the mind. And in vanilla as well as kinky joys.
Enjoy your difference games and avoid monotony! I hope you'll find your favorite differences as well as the ones that have the most profound and lust-inducing effect on your partner. And if you haven't already found out about all this ages ago, consider this one of the best tips you're gonna get if you plan to be a good lover. She said, modestly.
Oh, and did I mention that the mind clit, too, adores difference, variation and contrast? In the long run (bedroom - bathroom) as well as in the detail (hard control exerted with a soft voice).
Our perception of the world, the information our minds process about it, is, in its most basic form, based on differences.
We see an object only if it is different from the background. A black letter on white paper is perceived as information, while a white letter on white paper does not exist. We feel a sensory input only if it is different from it's context. A touch is - basically - felt by your nerve endings only because the surrounding nerves are not touched.
Difference. Variations. Contrast.
That's how we (mind/body) interact with our environment. We receive sensory input via difference and process it as information. If we should delve just a little deeper into this, we process analog information (fluid scales of more/less or hotter/colder) as well as digital information (on/off or there/gone).
Hmmm. I guess this is not a very sexy intro to what I see as one of the most important things in sex (kinky or vanilla). But there you have it. Difference, variation. In tempo, in method, in intensity, in all that constitutes the sexual exchange.
A few examples:
Rough fucking is divine! Getting fucked hard and intensely, feeling the pounding and thrusting within you is heavenly. Especially if it is a finale. But it is more so if it is contrasted to something else. If the tempo is, occasionally, slowed to almost a halt. Slooow, looong, sensuous thrusts. The variation awakens the cunt. It makes the nerve-ends respond. Because of the difference. The new information. Rough fucking alone can de-sensitize you. The cunt gets used to the sensation. There is no information.
So ... stop and lick. Or tickle. Or talk dirty while moving slower. Stimulate. Create a different sensory input. Any difference will do, unless you choose to do something that your partner happens to hate. Which will only create hysteria and some scenes you'd rather be without.
In D/s, the classic variation is between pain and/or control and nurture. The stopping of a spanking to stroke the blushing cheeks.The loving tenderness of a warm hand can be almost a shock to the senses. Difference. Variation. The sudden sharp pain of the twisting of a nipple in the middle of the more diffuse heat of a flogging. A warm tongue between your lips after a slap in the face. Contrast.
It's a free toolbox of pleasure that we all have access to. No shipping costs charged, no batteries need changing, and the package is limited by your imagination only:
* hot - cold
* pain - soothe
* slap - stroke
* lick - bite
* fast - slow
* rough - soft
* playing - serious
* repetitive - surprising
* nothing - everything
* lips - hands
* cock - tongue
* pinch - kiss
* twist - tickle
* bratty - obeying
Difference. Variation. Contrast. In my humble view, this is one of the keys to good, mind consuming sex. To explore and use the sensory toolbox - on the body as well as the mind. And in vanilla as well as kinky joys.
Enjoy your difference games and avoid monotony! I hope you'll find your favorite differences as well as the ones that have the most profound and lust-inducing effect on your partner. And if you haven't already found out about all this ages ago, consider this one of the best tips you're gonna get if you plan to be a good lover. She said, modestly.
Oh, and did I mention that the mind clit, too, adores difference, variation and contrast? In the long run (bedroom - bathroom) as well as in the detail (hard control exerted with a soft voice).
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
SEXANDSUBMISSION.COM - A MINI REVIEW
by Bliatz on October 03, 2005
A few weeks ago, Sarah asked in a comment if Sexandsubmission.com was worth subscribing to. I replied "yes and no". However, at that time I had only watched one or two of the movies there, and now, after having seen some more, I'm more inclined to answer "yes!!".
Before elaborating on why I think it's worth it, I should explain that the site offers pictures and videos (usually scenes about 25-30 minutes long) of BDSM sex between male dominants and female submissives. Those of you who are interested in the reverse D/s roles (gender-wise) might want to visit Men in Pain. I haven't checked that place out very thoroughly, though, so I don't know if it's any good.
On sexandsubmission, there's about 20-30 movies to choose from, and new ones arrive regularly. All of the films are scenes played by consenting adults, and all of them start with the participants chatting a bit about what they'd like to do. Quite nice. Some of the films are based on fantasies (nurse/doctor, boss/secretary), while others are more "real" play between a dominant and a submissive or, occasionally, two.
The videos themselves vary in intensity, but I suspect that this is due to what turns you on the most. I like some of them better than others, but my favorites will probably be different from yours. I get turned on by face slapping, for instance, and that may be a turn off to others. And so on.
The movies are not heavy BDSM. There is no extreme pain or prolonged heavy spanking involved (a disappointment to some, I know). On the other hand, they are not the usual pseudo BDSM with pink, feathered cuffs and a little ass slapping that seems to have invaded a lot of the mainstream plastic porn, either. And some of these women do get a rather thorough work-over!
These people are real, and they enjoy what they are doing. Some of the doms are mediocre, some are excellent. Some of the women are trying submission for the first time, others have been there before.
But all of them, without exception, are having some of the best and least plastic-like sex I've seen outside the "amateur" category. With face fucking 'till the spit runs, ass and tit slapping, dirt talk and dominance, bondage, fucking, flogging and choking .... and it is simply a whole lot better than most of the boring, boring, BORING porn out there!
If I'm going to air some reservations, it would be that I'd love to have the scenes framed a little more. Just a little more storyline to create context would be wonderful. Some mind clit stimulation to add to the thrill. Furthermore, the sets do get a little monotonous as well (I think there's 6 or 7 different sets used). But that's minor details compared to the pleasure the participants are getting from it. The hot, steamy sex and the immense fun! Not to mention the (often) real orgasms.
Another reservation is more of a wish. I'd really like a few more MFM scenes there. Just a few? Please? ;)
Oh, and I adore that little chat in the end of each video. After having engaged in some pretty rough play, here's the same couple giggling a bit, talking about how they liked the scene, what they enjoyed the most. There's a nice closeness in those clips, and a21 very tangible air of intimacy, contentment and of having shared a good experience.
So, all in all I'll recommend the site and the films. However, if you're not into porn at all, don't bother, because that's what it is. Despite the fact that I'd rate these videos to be very far from - and leagues better than - the fake stuff you usually bump into, it's still porn.
If you want to see more, you can go there and look at the very large collection of preview pics they have. They are blurred in certain places. I don't know why, since kids landing there would probably get rather spooked by the rest of the photos anyway. Well, probably legislative precautions.
Anyway ... enjoy! If you decide to subscribe. I'm so glad Kal did, and if I need a little buzz these days, I'm going to sexandsubmission.com.
A few weeks ago, Sarah asked in a comment if Sexandsubmission.com was worth subscribing to. I replied "yes and no". However, at that time I had only watched one or two of the movies there, and now, after having seen some more, I'm more inclined to answer "yes!!".
Before elaborating on why I think it's worth it, I should explain that the site offers pictures and videos (usually scenes about 25-30 minutes long) of BDSM sex between male dominants and female submissives. Those of you who are interested in the reverse D/s roles (gender-wise) might want to visit Men in Pain. I haven't checked that place out very thoroughly, though, so I don't know if it's any good.On sexandsubmission, there's about 20-30 movies to choose from, and new ones arrive regularly. All of the films are scenes played by consenting adults, and all of them start with the participants chatting a bit about what they'd like to do. Quite nice. Some of the films are based on fantasies (nurse/doctor, boss/secretary), while others are more "real" play between a dominant and a submissive or, occasionally, two.
The videos themselves vary in intensity, but I suspect that this is due to what turns you on the most. I like some of them better than others, but my favorites will probably be different from yours. I get turned on by face slapping, for instance, and that may be a turn off to others. And so on.
The movies are not heavy BDSM. There is no extreme pain or prolonged heavy spanking involved (a disappointment to some, I know). On the other hand, they are not the usual pseudo BDSM with pink, feathered cuffs and a little ass slapping that seems to have invaded a lot of the mainstream plastic porn, either. And some of these women do get a rather thorough work-over!
These people are real, and they enjoy what they are doing. Some of the doms are mediocre, some are excellent. Some of the women are trying submission for the first time, others have been there before.
But all of them, without exception, are having some of the best and least plastic-like sex I've seen outside the "amateur" category. With face fucking 'till the spit runs, ass and tit slapping, dirt talk and dominance, bondage, fucking, flogging and choking .... and it is simply a whole lot better than most of the boring, boring, BORING porn out there!
If I'm going to air some reservations, it would be that I'd love to have the scenes framed a little more. Just a little more storyline to create context would be wonderful. Some mind clit stimulation to add to the thrill. Furthermore, the sets do get a little monotonous as well (I think there's 6 or 7 different sets used). But that's minor details compared to the pleasure the participants are getting from it. The hot, steamy sex and the immense fun! Not to mention the (often) real orgasms.
Another reservation is more of a wish. I'd really like a few more MFM scenes there. Just a few? Please? ;)
Oh, and I adore that little chat in the end of each video. After having engaged in some pretty rough play, here's the same couple giggling a bit, talking about how they liked the scene, what they enjoyed the most. There's a nice closeness in those clips, and a21 very tangible air of intimacy, contentment and of having shared a good experience.
So, all in all I'll recommend the site and the films. However, if you're not into porn at all, don't bother, because that's what it is. Despite the fact that I'd rate these videos to be very far from - and leagues better than - the fake stuff you usually bump into, it's still porn.If you want to see more, you can go there and look at the very large collection of preview pics they have. They are blurred in certain places. I don't know why, since kids landing there would probably get rather spooked by the rest of the photos anyway. Well, probably legislative precautions.
Anyway ... enjoy! If you decide to subscribe. I'm so glad Kal did, and if I need a little buzz these days, I'm going to sexandsubmission.com.
