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petitebisexual: On my hands and knees (with my feet under my…

Thursday, July 5th, 2018

On my hands and knees (with my feet under my clothes rack)



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    inalloftheways: My cock was straining at my pants as you…

    Thursday, May 31st, 2018

    “I know, but… now that Im h—” 

    “Your punishment, my love, is to go to that nice lady behind the counter and tell her every fucking detail of this. Tell her how you took me in an alley to suck my cock, but you were thinking about her and her hips wrapped around your face. Tell her how I found out and tell her how you begged me with your tongue for mercy.”

    Your eyes rolled back and you groaned into me as you worked my cock more and your hands dropped to your flushed and drenched clit. I pushed you away and tucked my cock back into my jeans. I pulled you up, freeing your hands and knees from their bonds, and smoothed out your hair and clothes.

    I planted a deep kiss on your lips and tasted my salty precum off your tongue. “Then, my love, you will slide her our room key and walk away.”

    I left you there to collect yourself and strolled out of the alley into the busy daylight.

    Now you had something to be scared of.

    “Isn’t my cock enough?” Another sharp tug shakes loose a cry from your throat. ”Isn’t it?”

    You look up through soaked eyes “It is.”

    “It is what?”

    “It is enough.”

    I stare at you intently and release you. I guide the head of my cock to your lips. “Then take it.”  I say, gently.

    You slide the head of my cock across your lips tongue, sobbing, overjoyed. Between bobs and strokes, you tilt your face towards me, smiling content with your prize.

    “You might wipe that smile off your face, love. You don’t think that a little tug of your hair is enough to make amends for this, do you? Especially since you have what you want most right now.”

    You shake your head with me buried all the way in your throat. You plead with me using your eyes and fingers and tongue and I moan (you are very good at what you do) but I’m not cracking.


    “Oh? You thought I didn’t notice?” Obviously nothing was coming to mind.

    “Back at the hotel. The girl behind the counter. I could practically smell you staring at her.”

    I interrupted you with a sharp tug at the back of your hair. You winced and tried to shake away from my grip, but I wasn’t let go until you looked up at me with tearing eyes. Your eyes glinted fire at me as I leaned my face down to yours.

    “I caught you, love.”

    I could see that you were searching for your sin. Your eyes became wide, lost between pain and panic. My fingers gripped tighter. A small gasp escaped your lips and reverberated off the walls around us.

    I saw the moment flash in your eyes; shame flushed through your cheeks, but it was more than that: the shame shot straight through you and was now beading up the lips of your pussy.

    Guilty… and aching for it.

    I leaned in further, right to your ears and growled. “You’ve been clawing at me all morning, you fucking whore. You want my cock because that will satisfy you enough… but I know you wish you were tasting her off of me. You weren’t going to share that fantasy, love?”

    The sharp sting of my cinch gave way to a dull ache. You were torn between repent or rejoice: if you confess, how will you be punished?  Maybe you’ll get fucked and choked so hard you can’t breathe. Maybe you’ll be left in this alley, hands bound, alone and soaked to your thighs, whimpering. Maybe a slut like you would love that.

    But maybe you won’t get anything at all.

    My cock was straining at my pants as you started tugging tentatively at my belt. 

    “I’m scared, love.”

    I barely contained my smile; the fear in your eyes was only making me harder.  ”This was your idea.” I said, helping you with the latch. You slid your hands into my underwear and found me, thickening and leaky with precum. You pulled me out and started to stroke me. 


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