Fire

He lights a candle and holds it close.  The light is soft and lures me.  I bask in the glow.  Once he feels me respond to his subtle little flame, he adds more fuel.  

The brightness shines a light over my soul.  He looks ever so closely and sees all of me.  He sees what I want to show, he sees what I hide.  He finds my fears and notices the barriers of my walls. 

A flame thus ignites within me. I respond in kind to his beacon.  I quake in fear that he sees me, that he knows my every secret.  But his light continues to shine bright as day even though my sins are now exposed. 

I see now that he will not turn away.  He wants my sin, he wants my hidden terrors.  He wants my dirty, rotten imperfections.  I roll like a swine in mud.  He grants me freedom to be the basest of pitiful things.

His high beam of stark honesty and vision ignites.  He takes the clay before him and carves out the pure beast within.  His talons grip me, his voracious fire consumes me.  I burn, oh how I burn in his realm.

From the fire emerges a passion that seeks its match and finds it in him.  Red and tumultuous, hot and painful it engulfs us.  The flames lick and eat and take their fill.  The eager coals smolder and deprive me of all my air.

I pant and rut.  His fire turns me on a spit.  Every basted bit is lashed by his words and his tongue.  No reason allows me succor. My thoughts, my being,  the primordial spark of me bends to him.

He fears losing control.  I can’t help him with that.  All my heart and morbid desires want him to lose himself and break me.  Each speck of glorious light I sense in him is answered with a raging wildfire.  

Heaven help me, he called me an angel.  But all I want is to grovel at his feet, to debase myself completely.  The fiber of my mind crackles in the viscous lava of my subservience to him.

Please, I beg of you, destroy all meaning.  Tear my walls and protections from me.  His voice stirs wicked desires.  His dirty words bind me to him for all eternity.  I fall deeper into the abyss gladly. 

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Marathon Sex – Part III

“You are going to calm down and then you will worship Daddy’s cock. Do you want to do that?”  Oh god, I had no idea at that point.

I nodded yes. “Yes, Daddy.” The good girl is ingrained.  My service is certain.  My mind and body would catch up…hopefully.

“I’ve leaked all over the floor. Look what you’ve done to me.” He took a finger with a big glob of his pre-come on it and put it on my lips.  I licked it timidly at first, still panting from my orgasm.  Then I tasted him and felt his thick finger in my mouth and sucked it voraciously.  Yes, I wanted my mouth on him. He lay on the bed and I knelt between his legs.  My breath still labored.  I licked his cock.  It was slow and steady licking, up and down the shaft until I could breathe again.  Then I began to suck his cock into my mouth.  I savored the feel and taste of him. I pushed my mouth all the way down his shaft.  I know how he loves feeling his cock in the depths of my throat.  He says he can feel a ridge and a constriction when the head pops into the canal.  I feel different things in each position.  In between his legs is the best for me or on my knees.  Both ways I can get him deeper than any other position. As I pushed down I sucked him deep into my throat.  I could feel how my jaw had been pounded by the face fucking earlier.  I could feel a tightness and tiredness there.  That was new.  I pushed past it and sucked on the head of his cock.  Daddy says men love deep throat because it strokes the tip and the base at the same time so I practice moving my throat muscles and my lips to caress him completely.

While I did this, Daddy took out his computer. “I’m going to give you my come to swallow little girl. Do you want that?” I nodded, face full of cock.  Yes, I wanted to swallow his come.  “My little come bucket. Mmm.”  He turned on porn and I continued sucking him.  Why does being humiliated verbally work to incite me so thoroughly?  Is it just the way he does it?  Is it that it puts me in a deeper place of submission and service?  I don’t know but I do know beyond any doubt that his objectifying me like that turns me the fuck on.  The sounds of the porn in the background made me wet and I doubled my efforts at sucking him.  Sexual sounds really do a number on me.  He took over several times and stroked his cock while I waited between his legs.  Finally, he said, “Take it, take my come!” and shoved his cock deep in my mouth spurting his load into my throat.  I swallowed and swallowed.  He had a lot to give. It had been a long week.

Afterwards, we were resting and talking. I was really surprised he had gotten so much out of me that night.  Even on a weeknight with crap on my mind he can get me out of my head and play.  As we were talking he wanted to show me the porn he had watched.  I was completely sated and didn’t feel anything watching the porn.  It was definitely one I would get off watching.  It was two girls and a guy.  That’s one of my favorite scenes and both the women were really hot.  But I was done.  Then I remembered that Daddy had this scene of a woman getting fucked by several fucking machines.  She was a squirter and made such great noises and facial expressions when she came.  I said I wanted to see it again sometime so he got it out right then.  I really wanted to go to bed but he put her on anyway.

As I watched this woman get fucked and heard the noises she made, I began to get turned on all over again. She is so hot and she takes so many different sizes for so long.  After a while she is in a fever of fucking need.  Each time she squirted she’d grab the dildo and shove it right back inside herself.  I feel that way with Daddy sometimes.  When porn can make you feel something you already know, something that makes you hot…it works.  Daddy looked over at me, “You’re getting turned on.” He said, surprised.  He kissed me then and we began all over again.  He flipped me over and mounted me.  He fucked me hard and fast.  I was on fire so fast.  My whole body and mind was at once soaked with the need of him.  He fucked, I responded.  The day, the stress, everything was gone.  All I felt and saw and knew was him.  His cock, his heat, his body, his sex.  He lit me up like Times Square.  I moaned, I cried out, I begged and pleaded for him to keep fucking me.  It was lightning hot.  I lost all control and soon I heard him yell and felt his come blast into me hot and thick.  Fuck, that was good.

Nox

Nox texted me that he had the afternoon free.  If we were going to play it was now.  Immediately, I was a bundle of nerves.  I hadn’t played with him since before Mr. D became my life.  Actually, it had been years.  I’d seen him and Ren many times over those years but it was always platonic.  Over the summer they had game night at their house.  They both teased me then and I played a little grab ass in the kitchen with Nox.  Innocent fun but that’s what started this up again after all.

I have a unique relationship with them as a couple. Ren is incredibly sexual.  Her Cuckquean kink drives a lot of this play.  I mentioned before that one of my favorite parts about playing with them before was my communication with her. She would text me about being horny. Then I would start telling her how hot her husband was and how much I wanted him.  After a while of this back and forth, she’d be so wound up she’d go fuck him silly.  That was the best.  It was like pulling the string on a spinning top. She says I like the power.  Maybe I do but to me it’s a way of serving their dynamic.  It puts me where I love to be, instilling passion and excitement in others.

So, I texted Ren that I was going to have a hot lunch fuck with her husband and I left work to meet him.  Daddy had given me permission to play.  This would be the first time either of us would take advantage of the openness of our relationship. I have always been in monogamous relationships. A big part of my butterflies was this. I didn’t text Daddy that I was playing.  I wanted to tell him in person and I was seeing him the next night.  I didn’t want to be in the middle of play and him feeling whatever he was going to feel from this.  I wanted to share that with him in person.

With both Nox’s partner and mine on my mind, I knocked on his door.  He had said the door would be unlocked, friends don’t have to knock.  But the door was locked.  I was smiling when he opened it. “After all that, I had the door locked?” He smiled a crooked smile.

“Looks like it.” I said, as he pulled me into the kitchen and kissed me.  I kissed him in return and put my arms around him.  I remembered his super soft kisses then.  My eyes opened a moment and I smiled up to him.  I remembered this.  He is a longtime friend now, nothing to feel nervous about.  My hands began to feel his body and after more kissing they drifted down to his crotch.  Surprisingly, his cock was poking out of the front of his sweatpants.  I took ahold of it. I massaged his member and thought of the difference between him and Mr. D.  I thought of how I watched his wife give him head.  She had such a seductive way of giving head, full eye contact. 

He took my other hand and led the way to the bedroom.  He said the usual things you’d expect from a husband, excuse the mess, etc. Once in the bedroom I began taking off my clothing while he had gone back out for a glass of water.  When he returned I was half undressed.  “Good girl.” He said.  I know nudity is his favorite thing.  Once, he made me strip on his doorstep and then knock to come in.  Good times.

He told me to lay on the bed and then he laid completely on top of me, his body pressing me into the mattress.  “Are you cold?” He asked as his hand caressed my hip.

“No, I’m fine.” I replied. I had been cold when I first undressed but I wasn’t now with the body contact.

“Good.  Well, you do have a full man blanket on you.”  We laughed. “My daughter always asks me why I’m so warm.” Men always seem to run warmer than women but I was smiling at the cute pillow talk.  Then he kissed me again and the atmosphere changed.  He moved his hands to my breasts and pinched and rolled my nipples in between his fingers. He pulled them and pinched them harder. I began to pant at the feelings of pleasure and a little pain.  He used his elbow and forearm to pin my neck to the bed while he continued the onslaught. I got wet quickly from his treatment of my breasts and from being pinned down.  He put his hands around my neck and looked into my eyes, “I want to taste you.” You can do whatever you want after that, I thought to myself.

He traveled down my body until he was between my legs.  His fingers pushed up against my sex and slid inside me easily.  “Wet girl, mmm nice.” He said. He began to fuck me with his fingers and eventually after he had me squirming he bent his head to taste me.  His tongue sent me further into abandon. With his fingers still working inside me he bit me on the thigh hard.  That was new.  I was shocked and yet it was erotic.  I kept thinking, that’s going to leave a mark, wonder what Daddy will think about that?

He got me very turned on.  I started moaning.  I thought about how his wife loved to hear the sounds I make.  I wondered if he was taping this for her.

He rose and got on top of me.  He rubbed his cock over my mound several times, teasing. “Our rules are condoms, right?” I nodded, that was what we agreed. “For vaginal and anal sex?”

“Yes.” I replied.  Nox sometimes had difficulty staying hard with me.  We worked through it years before and found that it was a mental block having to do with the perceived cheating of the their kink. Condoms don’t help but that was Daddy’s rule and I was sticking to it. We’d figure it out.  Safety is important.

“I want you to pleasure me now.” He said. So, we traded places and I took him in my mouth.  I used the techniques Daddy taught me and took him in deeply. I pulled him into my throat and worked him slowly as I had been taught.  “Wow, I didn’t remember how good you were.” I had been completely different before.  Daddy has been training me.  I was so proud right then.

Nox told me he wanted to have anal sex with me.  We had done that before many years back. “Turn over.” He said. Then he got up and found a butt plug he has.  It is a small one which is good because Daddy had used me just days before and it had been an intense and thorough reaming.  I was still sore.  I almost begged out of it but I thought I’d let him try. I didn’t want to ruin the fun the first time out.   He played with my ass and lubed the area.  I really was sore but a lot of times the soreness goes away after a bit. He put in the plug then he began to play with my pussy while I was face down.  He kept pushing his fingers inside me until I was so worked up and needy. 

He put on a condom and I knew he was ready to start. He pulled the plug out and pushed himself against my backdoor.  He wasn’t ready enough.  You have to be really hard to get past the sphincter.  I was relieved.  I had been close to calling him off. He had me flip over and stroke him until he was really hard.

He said, “I’m going to fuck you now.” I nodded.  He pushed into me and I raised my legs up. We were face to face.  He talked to me while he fucked me. “I like that you are our friend.  I like that you are safe company in our vanilla life and can hang out with anyone.” All the while he thrust into me. “I like that we can invite you to dinner and I could make some excuse and take you into a room away from the other guests and do dirty things to you.” His words and his movements were making me pant.  “I like that you’re a kinky  girl. I like that we can trust you.”  Then he thrust harder and more swiftly. Shortly he said,”I’m going to come now.” 

He had such control to say it so matter-of-factly and when I said okay he came.  He comes in a really hot way.  He shudders and then he is completely taken away by the shuddering sensations of coming. He comes for a long time.  It is very fun to be a part of that.

Afterwards, we got dressed and spent a little time talking about life and kids.  Then I went back to work.  What a very hot lunch session!

Vanilla 

I had arrived at Mr. D’s for the evening on Sunday.  I thought we’d have plenty of time, so did he. 

He was busy doing some repairs when I arrived so I put my things down in the bedroom and said hello to his roommates.  He came inside and they were talking about the timing of dinner then Daddy was getting something ready for my son…something the two of them had talked about between them.  That part makes me smile.  Daddy did something to share a Christmas secret with my son.  They have texted this week without my input.  It makes my heart swell to think of it.  Anyhow, I’m getting off track.

With all the activity and roomies around, I wasn’t sure when to kneel for him.  I try to wait until it is convenient for Daddy to have me kneel to honor him.  It feels like a big attention grab if I do it so that he has to get up or stop what he’s doing in order to accept my offering.  Daddy finished his task and said, “On the bed, come snuggle me.”  We only had a half hour until we had to get dinner ready.

We snuggled and were quiet and touched and talked a little. At some point during snuggling the temperature changed between us from warmth to heat.  He pulled off my pants and put his lips and tongue on my sex.  His licked and sucked me like only he can do.  I felt the heat expand and fill me until his fingers pushed inside me too.  He pushed my legs up and had me hold them for him.  With his fingers and mouth on me, my body responded quickly to his need.

He rose and put a couple drops of lube on me.  Rubbing me and pushing his fingers inside me more swiftly. He was positioned between my legs already and only had to lunge forward a bit to enter me.   From his place on his knees he slid his cock gently inside me.  Every time I feel him stretch me open I become more turned on, more eager, more in need of him than the minute before.  He held my legs open wide and pumped me for a few minutes of good fucking.  Then he knelt back on his heels and angled lower than normal.  I think he was trying to angle his cock into me so that it would touch the G spot area more towards the top wall of my vagina.  

What else happened, though, was something I didn’t expect.  Each time he thrust forward ever so slowly, the underside of his belly would rub across the top of my whole clitoral area.  It was warm and it was moving pressure in that very sensitive area in an odd but very provocative way.  I felt my body respond.  I felt an orgasm building and it was so different.  I loved it so much and I’m sure I was showing it because I saw it wind up Mr. D until he couldn’t hold it any longer and came hard inside me.
I love watching him cum, it’s just about the best experience.  I love knowing he loves pleasing me and that seeing me wind up also winds him up.  He was apologizing for cumming so soon even as he was cumming.  I tried to tell him how much I love our sex no matter who cums or when we cum because I want him to enjoy it 100% and never have the feeling that it was too soon or I didn’t get there too.  He is such a miracle to me in that respect.  He cares and he works for my pleasure and wants to own that part of me.  He does like no one ever has. Neither one of us orgasm every time. It has shown me more than ever before that orgasms are only a part of the whole experience. One I’m really happy to say I have now during our play but still just one part of the whole.

Afterwards we had to clean up quickly and go have dinner with the family.  We planned to have more fun afterwards but I had to leave during dinner so we weren’t able to finish our evening.  I left feeling so happy we were impulsive at the beginning of the evening and sad that I left without kneeling to my Dominant.  A vanilla evening it was then but such a nice one.

No Choice

Our first time having anal sex we were both timid. Mr. D was careful and took care to make sure I was okay.  It had been a while since then.  We talked about it often but for whatever reason it hadn’t been the right time.  Last weekend, I arrived at Mr. D’s place, I had no idea what I was in for that afternoon.  We had been texting the night before about rape and non-consent.  He had gotten me so worked up that I told him I’d love to have him force me sometime.  The rape fantasy is one that intrigues me.  The idea of being forced is very erotic.  So, when I arrived at his place he told me to undress.  He said I had no choice, he was going to take my ass and I had no say in the matter.  I was scared and turned on and excited all at once.

I stripped down and he bent me over the bed.  He fit his face in between my cheeks and began to invade my asshole with his tongue.  It made me grip the sheets with both hands.  The sensations were off the charts for me when he did this. He pulled back and his fingers moved in to inched inside me.  I squirmed and cried out, wanting this but not wanting it at the same time.  I knew it was going to happen.  I had no choice.

He had me lie on my back and he pushed up my legs so that he was poised between them.  His enormous cock pushed into my ultra-tight hole.  Slowly, he moved.  I panted and relaxed as much as possible.  This was happening, I had no choice.  He pushed in with a short stroke and then pulled back.  He thrust in again and I felt my body balk at the invasion.  “Please Daddy.” I knew there was no stopping him. “Please, let me move to my side.”

“Okay, if you think that will be better.” I knew not to ask to stop.  I rolled on my side and got into position.  One leg between his two, one pulled up to my chest.  He mounted me again and thrust into me.  I took a deep breath.  This was happening, I had no choice.  His cock pushed inside me and the constant movement awakened my lust.  The feelings of pleasure overrode my anxiety and the pain of being stretched.  I moaned as he continued to thrust in deeper and deeper.

I felt the intense pleasure of him reaching the precipice and being buried to the hilt, I had no choice it was happening now.  He pulled back and began to fuck my ass with long deep thrusts.  He fucked me harder and faster.  He pummeled my tight ass until the guttural moans were unending.  They were mine and I had no choice, they came without my volition.

Hard animal fucking and his cock filling my ass brought him to the brink until finally he filled my ass with his hot seed.  His breathing came hard and fast.  The shudders of his orgasm rocked through me.  I had no choice, I felt his love juice pump me full.