Gym ~8~

She didn’t have a clue what she was getting into. She was nervous, but titillated too. She grinned to herself. What a wonderfully appropriate word that was! Tit-illated.

“What?”

“What what?”

“You just started grinning.” Dane paused before pushing her roughly against the far wall. “Trust me, you won’t be grinning when I’m done here. You’ll be moaning. You’ll hurt. You’ll be exhausted because I’m going to make you cum a million times.”

“I was thinking,” she said, pausing to swallow the nerves suddenly bubbling under her skin, “about the perfect word for how I’m feeling.”

“And what word would that be? Scared? No. Terrified?”

“Titillated.”

Reaching for a set of ties, he paused, looked over his shoulder at her, standing there grinning at him. She was a sturdy thing. He could read the nerves, but also the fire. Her cheeks were still flushed from her laughing fit, but her nipples were hard rocks poking out the front of her shirt.

“Perfect word,” he agreed. “Take off your shirt and bra and let me see your tit-illations.”

She rolled her eyes.

“That’s an abuse of good English,” she said.

“Shirt.”

“Off.”

He paused a moment to let the staccato order, delivered in his no-nonsense tone, sink in.

“And that’s not the only abuse that will be happening here.”

Her fingers fumbled at the buttons on her blouse. He looked at her. Just pinned her, staring inside her, it felt like. Never had anyone ever looked into her in quite that way before.

“You need a safeword. It should be something–“

“I know what a safeword is. I read that 50…”

“Do not interrupt when your Dom is speaking, little girl. That book was only a toe-dabble into what really happens in a Domination-submission relationship.”

Shamed, she nodded silently, dropping her eyes, looking at the floor. Silly to think that she knew anything at all about this. His finger raised her chin, he saw the regret.

“You are learning. I will be…” he paused, studied her for a long moment. “careful,” he said. “I will hurt you. You will cry. You will moan. We will discover -together- if pain is what excites you. It doesn’t for everyone. Also, not all kinds of pain speak to all people who are painsluts. My promise is to deliver what we both need, while keeping you on the edge. I will always stop what I’m doing immediately if you use your safeword. It should be something simple, something easily remembered even during duress. Your safeword should not be “yes” or “no”…or even “stop”, because there will be times when you say those words and will not mean it. It can be a color. It can be fucking tulip for all I care. Pick one. And remember it.”

Amused, she couldn’t stop her sudden grin.

“Fucking tulip? How about RED? That’s easy to remember.”

“Red it is. Now get that fucking shirt off or I’ll rip it off for you.”

The implied violence, spoken in a calm tone made the grin fall away and her pussy tremble.

“Okay,” she said.

“Yes, Sir.” He said firmly.

Deep blue eyes flashed to his face. It was sternly set, but she could see he wasn’t mad. Rather, there was a deep intensity there. Those rich toffee eyes bore into hers. She was reminded of a hawk, watching its helpless prey before devouring it. Energy seemed to crackle from him, infecting her. Resisting the urge to bite her lip -how she’d hated that in that damned book, but how she felt the need to do it– she gave a soft nod.

“Yes…Sir.”

“Good girl.”

He turned away to the wall, turned back. Silver scissors flashed in his hand before he grabbed her bra, tugging her forward.

“Next time, undress faster.”

In seconds, he’d cut her bra between her breasts, the tip of the scissors lightly scratching her soft skin, then the two straps. Tugging the shredded garment from her, he tossed it to the floor. Her mouth opened, closed. She rubbed at the tiny red welt.

“Wh–“

His finger lay on her lips.

“No.”

Grabbing her by the nipple, he pulled her to the wall, then pushed her back to it.

“Hands up. Quickly now, girl. I haven’t got all day.”

Expertly he tied her hands over her head. A subtle tug revealed that she really could not move them down. A shiver ran through her as she realized that she was helpless.

And she doubted that she’d ever been more turned on in her life. When his hands reached around her, his face inches from her, and unzipped her skirt, her breath hitched. In moments her skirt lay in a puddle at her feet before he kicked it away. Taking the scissors in one hand, his other fisted in her panties. Roughly he pulled them snug, until the fabric sandwiched into her slit, pulled taut against her agitated clitoris.

She moaned then. Rose to her toes to avoid the tug. He continued to lift, rubbing it deeply into her crotch. When her eyes drifted shut, her pretty mouth parted, he slipped the scissors against her skin, letting her feel the threat of cold metal.

“This is what a rapist might do to you,” he murmured. “Scare your pussy with your panties, scare your brain with the threat of cutting flesh.”

She moaned again, eyes bright on his face, trying to read through his shield of neutrality. But his eyes, gleaming, showed her the beast laying inside, and she shivered. A quick snip released the crotch, another released the side seam of her panties. Sharply pulling the fabric from her, he tossed the shredded cotton away. Still holding her eyes with his, he drew a pattern from the top of her slit, up her torso, around her swollen nipples. Drawing in a sharp, panic breath, she watched, helpless to move as he pinned her with his eyes, the open scissors slipping around and around her exposed flesh. With a quick twist of his wrist, he turned and hung the scissors on the nearby peg.

He moved away from her then, leaving her body humming. She didn’t know what she wanted. But that was a lie, wasn’t it? Because she was -there came that word again- titillated by what he was doing to her, to how he played with her body, her mind.

A cool breeze wafted through as the a/c unit clicked on. Her nipples rose impossibly higher, thick nubs of flesh. She’d always been mildly embarrassed about the size of her nips.

He came to stand in front of her.

“These are baby–newbie–clamps. What I put on you yesterday were for more experienced subs.”

Was that only yesterday? she mused. Hadn’t things…hadn’t she..changed so much in so short a time?

“It hurt. A LOT.”

“I know. I’ll bet your nipple is still quite sensitive, yes?”

She nodded. He smiled, the devils grin flaring white hot heat.

“Oh, goodie,” he said, and snapped the clamp on it.

Overnight

“I left a list of everything you’ll need to do to get the kiddo’s in bed, which I know you know, but ..”

“Mom overthinking, I get it, don’t worry, Marissa! Everyone will be tucked up in bed and sleeping right on schedule. And I’ll make sure everyone is up and ready for Nona to pick them up in the morning. Go, you don’t want to miss your ride or your plane!”

“Do I look okay? I’m so nervous!”

“You look amazing! I know that you’ll knock ’em sideways! Congratulations on being picked for the presentation. I can’t wait to hear about it when you get back tomorrow! I’ll swing over after my evening class to hear how it went.”

After hugs and tearful goodbyes from Mitch, the youngest, Marissa pulled her suitcase to the curb and slid inside the waiting sedan. Aimee, arms wrapped around each boy, waved her fingers as the car drove down the treelined street.

“C’mon guys, let’s go inside and see what yummy surprise Mommy left for your snack!”

With the agility of kids, they turned, racing each other to the kitchen. Aimee loved watching the two Miller boys. They were adorable. Plus, the side hustle of watching them whenever their daddy and mom were away definitely helped offset the cost of her textbooks each semester. Sam and his wife both held high positions in their respective companies, and both traveled often. Aimee’s schedule worked perfectly to watch the boys pretty much whenever they needed her. This weekend was going to be quiet, with nothing going on at school, and her homework all caught up. She enjoyed the fun of playing with the two boys. And they had so much fun playing whiffle ball in the backyard after snack, as the sun sank and the dark settled in.

After splashy bathtime, and several stories, she headed downstairs. She debated having a snack, but the cupcakes they’d had earlier had been delicious, and she wasn’t all that hungry. Deciding to snuggle up in Marissa’s bed and watch tv for a while, she put the downstairs to bed, flicking off lights, and checking the doors to be sure they were locked before heading up.

Sliding into the decadent silky sheets, she sighed. Bamboo, she mused, rubbing her hands over the softness. Plumping the pillows, she settled back, and found a rerun of her favorite cop drama. An hour later, she was sound asleep.

Something heavy was on her.

She pushed, moaning. Not really awake, not still asleep, she tried to move whatever was on her.

“Sssooop…” she said, groggily pushing it away.

“No,” said a deep voice. “Tonight I’m going to fuck the everloving fuck out of you, Marissa.”

Her eyes widened. Omg. OMG! It was Mr. Miller.

“Sam…” she began, but his mouth latched onto hers, his tongue thrusting against hers, his lips sucking her.

“Mmmmmmnnnn…” she protested, tossing her head and shoving at him, trying to heave him off of her. Strong hands cuffed her wrists.

“Shhh…don’t wanna wake the boys…” he murmured against her lips, before taking her mouth again.

Her struggles had lifted her short sleep dress, and she felt him. Felt his hairy crotch rubbing against her thighs, shifting to bring his…ohmyfuckinggod his cock was touching her pussy omg omygawd….

In a moment the head of his shaft pressed inside her pussylips, sliding along the slit to find her hole. Grunting and moaning under him, she tried to break the hold his mouth had on hers. In seconds, his hips jabbed sharply up, his cock drove up, and he was inside her. Pumping his ass, he jutted himself deeper, then further into her, until his balls pressed against her anus.

“Mmmmm” he moaned into her mouth. His head lifted, his eyes found hers in the not-quite-dark room.

“I knew you had a tight little cunt, Aimee. And now it’s mine.”

Octopied

~A brief fantasy for the octopus enraptured~

“Go on, no one is gonna see you, Mandi!” His voice was taunting, teasing.

“Lance…it’s…for fucksake, there’s like 40 people at the party!”

“Yah, forty shit-faced people hanging around a lame-assed pool when there’s an entire gorgeous ocean out there! Look~” His arm flashed out, palm out, showcasing the gentle toss of black waves, tipped with moonlight.

“It’s hot, you know how hot it is. This wind is crazy! Can’t you just imagine how that silky water will feel against our skin? How I’ll feel, rubbing up against you and helping you swim?”

“I don’t need help to swim.”

“You don’t need to be the prude. I’ve seen you naked before! The ocean doesn’t care if you wear a bikini…”

“But *I* care if one of those drunks comes down here and …watches.”

“They won’t see anything. Drunk. Dark. You’re brunette. In the water you’ll be almost invisible!”

She sighed, then peeled her tank, tugging up from the hem, exposing long, lean swatches of alabaster skin, gilded under the fat full moons glow. Her breast popped free, and he felt his cock harden in response. Mandi’s tits were gorgeous, full and ripe, big as grapefruits, and topped with the biggest nips he’d ever seen. They looked like pencil erasers when aroused, like now, when the hot breeze blew across her skin. Her long hair swung free of the top as she threw it from her wrist, one long tendril cupping her left tit. His hand closed in response, and he had to lick his lips to keep from drooling. His cock was heavy as a stone now as he watched her slide the skirt over down, down, until her bare pussy was exposed, the thick lips he knew were succulent and sweet barely seen in the darkness.

“Well?” she asked, coquettishly thrusting her hip at him, her body thrusting out, seeming to beg for his touch.

“Jesus, Mandi….maybe we should stay on the beach and…”

“I hate sand in my pussy. And now I want to swim. You can fuck me in the water…if you can catch me!”

Turning, she dashed into the water, her laughter flowing up from the waves. Quickly he stripped off his shirt, his jeans, stopping to tug on the laces of his high-tops. Unbalanced on the sand, he tipped over. With a grumble, he twisted from his knees to his ass, and fought the damn knot that kept him from the water.

“Hurry up…” she called, her voice sounding miles away, thanks to the wild wind blowing heated air from the land and into the sea.

“Fucking laces,” he moaned, trying to sit with his leg up enough to tussle with the strings, while the thick cock in his pants throbbed. Finally, he thought as the knot slipped apart. Off came one sneaker, then the other. Pulling off his sand-crusted underwear, he turned and dashed for the cooling water, and the hot babe bobbing out there somewhere.

“Mandy,” he called. “Mandy, where are you?”

Only the sound of the wind slapping the waves. Only the sound of waves hissing on the sand behind him. Only the sighing of water surrounded him.

“Mandy? MANDY!”

Sounds of the night, but not of woman.

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“What an ass,” she said to herself. What was it with guys and high tops? She could be hanging here, rubbing herself against him, feeling his warmth, the chill of the water, the heat of the wind. She could be wrapping her legs around his waist, sliding her pussy down, down, until her cunt gobbled up his magnificent cock. But no. Here she swam, slowly, waiting. Waiting.

It wrapped around her waist so fast that she had no warning. Cold suckers grabbed for skin, and a quick tug pulled her under. Struggling, moaning, trying to hold her breath, she lashed out. She was raised up, coughing, and stole a fast breath.

“Ohgod ogod,” she moaned, seeing the tentacles wrapped around her arms. She had heard of the single-toothed beast, and wondered if she was going to be octopus-food.

“Oh please please let me g….”

She yelped unintelligibly as something thick and cold pressed into her cunt. She felt suction on her nipples, felt them squeezed tightly, even as they rose into hard thick stubs.

“Nononononoooooomygawd…”

Her head fell back into the water as her entire body convulsed in a fierce orgasm. The thing had suctioned against her clit, seemed to be working it like it was a tiny penis, rubbing it, sucking it, and then that quick little shocking stab of pain.

“What are you doing to meeeooohgodohgod…”

She felt herself squirting into the water, felt the heat of her fluids jettison from her body. She trembled fiercely. Every touch of the beast began to drive her crazy with intense lust. Even when she felt the probing push of another tentacle at her anus, she didn’t resist it, though she had always refused to consider ass fucking before.

It drove up into her bowels, injecting her with liquid she could feel sloshing into her abdomen. It hurt, and it felt strange. The tentacle slid free, and she felt the fluid sluicing out her asshole. A bigger, thicker arm slid up into her backdoor, stretching her rectum painfully. The thing in her cunt began thrusting, harder, faster.

She trembled. She arched, her body a rigor of pleasure. She came with an intensity that shocked her, her toes curling tightly, her hands clenched, her eyes rolled back into her head as her womb opened, accepting the thick wad of goop the beast was pouring into her.

Then it was over. She was groggy, used, Empty but for the thick gobs of cum buried deeply in her belly. She was towed from the small cove that the beast had tugged her to, and released. Stunned, she fell onto her back, and floated.

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He bumped into her almost by accident.

“MANDI!” he yelled, tugging her into his arms, cradling her head. She was cold, and groggy.

“Lance…I…something happened…I…”

“I think you might have hit your head on one of the rocks that jut out near the cove,” he said.

“Uh…yeah..maybe. My head hurts some.”

He began swimming towards shore.

“Lance.”

“It’s okay, baby, I gotcha.”

“Lance. Fuck me. Right now. Fuck me.”

Her feet came in contact with sand. They were near the beach, but she didn’t care. Still laced with the lust-drug from the beast she only knew her pussy needed a violent pounding.

Leaning against him, her fat tits rubbing his chest she whispered

“Fuck me hard. Do me rough. Like it doesn’t matter I’m your girlfriend. Like I’m not.”

His cock grew hard as iron, and though he would feel guilty about it later, he bent her at the waist and took her hard from behind. In the dark, water slapping around their thighs, he drove into her with enough force to drop her to her knees in the water, her face barely above the surf. His hips pumped hard, staccato beats against her ass as his cock laid waste to her pussy. She moaned, squirted. He felt the hot gush against his balls, and lost it.

Grabbing her hips, he buried himself to the hilt, grinding himself against her soft hot body and let string after string fill her up.

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He’d made her pregnant. Her belly swelled quickly, just a month after the beach party. They hadn’t seen one another after that. She heard he had a new girlfriend, a blonde bimbo with plastic tits and bubble shaped ass. Thinking about that scene on the beach though, always made her hot, made her crazy horny. She used her dildo’s but could never quite manage the same level of fierceness that made her cum so hard.

Two months after the beach party, she felt her belly rumble. Her mood was sour. Work sucked. Traffic sucked. People sucked. She drove to the beach when it was dark. Watching the moon paint the waves calmed her spirit. Walking at the edge of the beach, she came to the little rocky inlet. A man was there, sitting feet in the water, watching her.

“Hi,” she said, hesitantly. “Do..I know you?”

In the dark, there was something hauntingly familiar about him. She wasn’t afraid. She was calm, curious.

“Intimately,” he replied, holding out his hand. “Come, little one. It is time.”

Drawing her close, he slid her clothing from her body, as she stood, accepting. Pulling her to the water, he hooked an arm under her breasts, and towed her out to where the moon hung on the waters edge.

“Let them go,” he whispered, pinching her nipple.

A shocking cramp seized her, and she felt something leaving her body, sliding out her vagina, squeezing past her swollen pussy lips. Another, and another, until she was empty.

“Thank you, little one.”

He kissed her then, pulling her close. She felt a pinch on her breast and fell deeply asleep.

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She woke when the Santa Ana winds caressed her cheek, tossing her hair, and sand into her face. She lay high above the tidemark, nestled cozily between two warm rocks.

How strange, she thought, that I fell asleep on the beach. Still, it was the best night’s sleep she’d had in a long time.

The ocean was certainly a wondrous place. Rising, smiling, she rose, brushing herself off, and headed back up the beach to her car. It was going to be a wonderful day.

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Far out in the water, he watched her go. She was safe now. He’d kept watch as she slept. She had been the perfect incubator for his offspring. He felt a curious yearning for her.

“Come” he thought, flicking his dorsal tentacle through the water, directing the dozen nestlings out to the deeper waters where they would grow and prosper.

He looked towards the beach at the woman for a moment. It was time to break this enchantment, at least for now. But, he would be back someday.

And she would return.

Gym 6

it‘s been a bit since I last worked on this. You can scroll back to reread, or use this link here to refresh your memory! ~nilla~

She had to be dreaming. This wasn’t really happening to her- not to boring, mundane Ellie, was it?

Wet underpants between her legs informed of the reality. Dammit, she’d just cum! In her work clothes. In her boss’s office. She stood frozen, transfixed by a man whose fingers were firmly pinching her nipple. The same man who had tormented the same nipple yesterday. Who had tied her up physically, and certainly, mentally.

“Ohmygawd,” she moaned, suddenly remembering that she was not alone with this pervert. Turning her head she saw Daniel sitting with a stupid smile on his fucking handsome face. That black mane of hair had fallen over his forehead, but for once he wasn’t running his hands through it. Rather, he was holding a pen with two hands, stroking it lightly as he watched the scene playing out before him. In his own office. She watched his fingers moving up and down the smooth surface of the pen, and she knew without a doubt that the action was a poor substitute for stroking something very different.

Look away, she told herself. She was not going to think about her bosses cock. It was enough to think about the long, strong fingers that had captured her breast, her overly sensitive nipple. She pulled her gaze from Daniel, focusing on the tall, shapely form standing in front of her, her eyes slipping down the firm chest, to strong, denim clad legs. The dark sneakers he wore reminded her of her earlier gaffe. She was not going to think about HIS big feet, and maybe big…no!

Holy shit, Daniel had watched her shudder through an orgasm–standing right there in his office, for fucks sake!–while her nipple was touched! More than touched. Tortured. It was then that she realized Mr. Perv was still holding it.

“Stop!” she gasped, pushing him away with both hands on his chest. He didn’t move an inch, but his hand released her aching bud. She felt her face turn red, her body flush with heat, felt the thick throb in her nipple, the matching beat in her clit. Both were keeping time with her racing heart. The ache to be fucked had returned, ten times as intense as it had been yesterday when he had tied her up.

The chair squeaked as Daniel moved. She couldn’t bear to look at him.

“Perhaps it’s time for a more formal introduction.”

Dropping the pen, Daniel rose smoothly from behind his desk, moving to stand beside the pair locked in seeming stasis as they stared at one another.

“Ellie, I’d like to introduce you to Dane, my business partner, who is also know as Sir, or Dom in the playroom.”

“Dane, this is our secretary, Ellie Diamond.”

He paused for a moment, looking at each of them.

“Although you have already met one another on a whole other level, and I can see that there’s still a great deal to be sorted out, I’d like you both to take a step back and sit, while we work things out here.”

His words hung in the air between the three of them.

“Fuck that,” Dane spoke in a near growl, before hooking his arm around Ellie.

“Come,” he said.

Daniel watched as Dane pulled an unresisting Ellie out of the office, and into the playroom. Damn if things weren’t about to become very interesting, and a whole lot more complicated, he thought.

Gym

A Note from Nilla: Hi. After a few short stabs at writing, I got an idea for a story. Most stories have a “formula”…you know mine do, too. I’m recovering from surgery, so now is as good a time to write since I have to “rest” (laughs). So pull up a chair, or better yet, get a gym membership…*wink*.

~n~

She stood outside the gym door, licking her dry lip. Actually, her entire mouth was dry, and her hands were shaking and her knees were knoc-

“‘Scuse me…going in?” The helpful young man who nearly knocked her onto her indecisive ass paused, holding the door open. Her mouth opened, just a fraction, and a wee ‘thanks’ slipped through, manners having been ingrained at her Gram’s knee. Having no choice other than letting the guy stand there staring at her, she stepped in. The foyer was well-lit, the floor some kind of cushiony stuff, and over the wall that guided one to a desk, she could see a giant open space, all steel girders, and supports and such.

With an inner admonishment to straighten the fuck up, she took a breath and a step, repeating until she stood in front of what some plebe would have called a desk. It was immense, and curved. Modern and functional. And no one was there. She rolled her eyes.

“Hullo?” she called quietly.

There was no reply. There was no bell, no ringer, nothing to alert anyone inside that she was there.

“Oh fuck” she whispered.

“Yup. That’s what I keep saying too. Sorry, we fired our clerk a few days ago and we’re trying to keep things running. So, are you here to work out?”

The man was built. Dark glossy hair that hung low across his forehead, long at the nape. He flashed her a curious look. In her jeans and top and jacket, she didn’t look like a typical gymrat.

She stared at him. Fuck but handsome men just dried her mouth spit right up.

“Miss?”

“Uh, right, no, sorry. I…you…this…” She thrust her phone at him, at the ad displayed there.

“You want to work here? To man the desk? Oh my fucking god you’re hired.”

She blinked. “But…you don’t know my qualifications…my-“

“Are you breathing?”

“uh…obviously.”

“Can you read?”

She pointed at her phone, still in his hand.

He ran his free hand through that gorgeous mane of hair, and she stopped herself, barely, from sighing. “So, yes, again, obviously,” he said.

“Trust me, you’ll learn as you go. But in about an hour, members are going to start pouring through the door for evening workout. That’ll be until 7, which is when you quit for the day. You must be punctual about leaving time. Doesn’t matter who is here, the regulars will be in or not, and no one else will be.”

“Since it’s after the New Year, there was a dash of newbies at first, but that’s tapered off somewhat. Dane or I will walk you through a new sign up when that happens. We don’t do early in’s; all of our clients come at noon or later. So you’ll be here just before noon, and be done by 7. Saturdays are optional, as we don’t take any newbies on the weekends, but the hours are noon to 4 and you’ll be paid double time for any Saturday you want to work.”

She blinked. “For real? Like you don’t want a grace period or anything? What if you don’t like my work?”

“Then Dane or I will fire your ass.” He grinned. “Dane is my partner here, and I’m Daniel. We’ve built the Gym over the last five years and it’s doing great. We just have a hard time finding someone who wants to work a full time job.”

He paused, leaned over the desk, grabbing a pen and a posty note. He tore off the top page, and pressed it on her phone, handing it back to here. On it was a very generous salary figure. “If you like that number, then pull up a chair. You’ll only have a few hours tonight, but Dane will be out soon to say hey. And if it doesn’t work out, we’ll pay your weeks wages and say a very sad, depressed, kind of imploring “bye”…”

He grinned, and she did sigh.

“I have never been offered a job quite this fast, nor accepted one, but I will. I won’t be one of those girls in leotards, and low-scooped bra’s and working on those fancy machines. Exercise and I are only passing friends…I really enjoy walking.”

She grinned up at him, as he rolled his eyes.

“Well damn. And here I was picturing you in one of those thong type things…Well, at least you’ll answer the phone. And I hope you’re not going to be all prudish about swearing because there’s a LOT of it around here.

“I would swear too, if you made me use one of those freakish machines!” Taking a very deep breath, she thrust out her hand. “Hi. I’m Ellie, and I’m going to accept your job, Daniel.”

The Garden

He rubbed his hands together gleefully. At long last it was here…the plant he had long searched for. Said to be nearly extinct, said to be housed in carefully guarded, extremely private conservatories, he had finally found a purveyor of the exotic.

Carefully, gently, he sliced through the packing tape, and eased open the box. Inside a second box, wrapped in plastic, with several moisture packs. He knew that inside that box would be self-heating pads, meant to keep his precious darling safe on its journey to him.

“Uvam Lignam Viriditas.” He spoke in a hushed whisper as he sliced through the plastic, and opened the inner box. With hands that trembled from sheer joy, he reached in and lifted the plant.

“Sour Stickweed, indeed. Your Latin name sounds far more elegant that this mundane name.” Bringing it to his face, he kissed it softly. It was the last thing he ever did.

Twenty-five Years Later…

The house had been listed for sale for more than two decades. The previous owner had disappeared, and his great nephew had no desire to take on the crumbling manse. Because the property had been let go, the roof caved in on the north side, letting rain water seep into the attic. It eventually led to a hole that extended, over time, all the way to the first floor. Bird roosted in the rafters, mice skittered on the second, but only the plants in the conservatory occupied the first floor.

Cori stood looking at the ruined building. She supposed that once upon a time it had been grand. Her boss must truly hate her, to give her the assignment of assessing the building, and putting an auction price on it.

“Zero,” she muttered. “I’d pay zero dollars for this. The land is great, but so overgrown it could rightfully be called an jungle. The house is a goner.” With a sigh, she adjusted her helmet, with headlamp, and grabbed her flashlight. “Might as well do this before all the light goes,” she grumbled.

The stone steps were still sturdy. The front door hung just slightly askew and she worried about rats. She had her workboots on, but still. The air inside was warm, humid, actually, and smelled of a sweet perfume.

“Weird.”

She turned on the headlamp, and her flashlight, playing the beams around the front entrance. With a deep sigh, she pushed open the door, and discovered wonderland. Plants grew in mad profusion everywhere. Tall trees that must be oranges bore thick and luscious balls that were shades of green and orange, just like they were supposed to be. She walked on, mouth open. There were tall grasses, and pathways winding through the foliage. She heard running water, and turned her light in that direction. Somewhere upstairs, a pipe had broken. The stream ran down the marble staircase and cascaded to a dip in the floor, filling a shallow pool of water, before spilling out of the pond and sluicing off between two thick trees. She didn’t see any sign of humans, nor animals. though she had seen a few birds winging out of the roof when she’d pulled up in her truck.

Following the flow, she stepped into the deep tropics. The solarium had several broken panes where tall palms had pushed through and reached for the sky. Below, vines and shrubs bloomed in humid profusion. Here, the little stream from the foyer trickled down three short steps and pooled over the sunken floor. Water lilies bloomed in shades of purple, pink, white, and yellow. The flowering vines gave off more of the intoxicating scent she’d smelled when she first came through the front doors.

“This is amazing. A-mazing.” She turned in a slow circle, trying to take it all in. Nature was definitely reclaiming this space, and in grand fashion. “It’s wicked hot in here,” she said, shaking out of her jacket. She laid it over the twirly knob on the door. “I need to find the living quarters, the kitchen,” she mused, lifting her phone to snap pictures of the space. Something bumped her boot and she squealed. Looking down, she saw a plant.

“Well, where did you come from?” she asked it, laughing at her nerves. Two tendrils shot up and wrapped around her ankles.

“Whoa!” she said, trying to kick free. They might as well have been made of steel. Bending down, she began tugging at the vine around her right ankle, even as the left one began creeping up her leg.

“Hey HEY! OMG I can see it growing. This is weird!” Grabbing for her phone she tried to dial 911, but another seeking tendril plucked it out of her hand.

“Humannnn”

“Femaaaale”

The voice was soft, muted. She was sure she was hearing things. A vine wrapped tightly around her upper thigh, slipped up her belly and into the space between two buttons on her shirt. She felt the warm softness of it, like a pussy willow, almost, as it slithered up against her skin.

“Jeeze NO…om…shit! Stop…”

Her wrists were captured, and somehow it had tugged her slowly to the ground. She didn’t fall, she knew she didn’t, but one moment she was upright, and the next she was laying on a cushion of vines. She was wrapped too tightly to move. Another vine was creeping under the waistband of her jeans, others slipping up inside her pant legs.

She felt a tug on her left nipple, a quick piercing prick. She arched as she felt it, felt it stabbing her nipple. The nipple began to tighten, then throb. It grew bigger, harder, feeling like it was going to explode. Inside her jeans, vines merged, pressing against her underpants, seeking the warm apex of her thighs. She felt quivery, lightheaded, and an incredible heat bloomed between her legs.

Head thrown back, body bowed, her nipples now both injected with some sort of plant venom, she stiffened as the most intense orgasm of her life shuddered through her. As the moisture dampened her panties, the vines wriggled under the elastic, and plunged forcefully into her cunt. The orgasm grew stronger, her mouth opened in a soundless scream as she came so hard she thought she would die. Her legs trembled, her nipples began to ooze milk, and her breasts pressed, fuller than they’d ever been, ready to burst free of her constricting clothing. The vines, twined together in a huge phallus, thrust into her, seeking more of her sweet juice. Several others sought entry, but she was full. Her anus slowly gave way to their probing. Another shuddering orgasm tore through her. The vines were squeezing her tits, coiled ’round them tightly, repeatedly stabbing her nipples with the small barbs. Shaking and convulsing, her pussy sprayed fluid, cum dripping through her jeans. The probing tendrils writhed in glory at all the sweet creamy goodness flowing over them, and continued to thrust until it found her deepest, warmest place. She screamed as the tendrils breached her cervix, pushing against her womb. There was a pulsing that she felt from the vine, and a sudden shocking feeling of terrible fullness. The pain was intense, but the orgasm that clenched her cunt around the intruding vines was even more wicked. With a gasping moan, she fainted.

When she woke up, she was laying on the floor.

“Oh shit, I peed myself,” she said to no one. “I must have slipped on the wet marble…” she felt her head, but didn’t find a sore spot. “Guess I was lucky. Don’t seem to be hurt.”

She put her hand on her grumbling belly. “Horny and hungry. Man. I need to get some time with my man.” The sexual need was intense, though she remembered none of the rape she’d experienced.

Rising, she gathered her phone, her flashlight. The day was all but faded.

“Okay, house, I’ll be back tomorrow.”

*****

we babies will have

seeds were planted?

she carries them warm they come soon

tomorrow?

tomorrow we finising using the huuman for babies

they come back to us she plant outside. we grow.

good. hooman femaaale taste better than hooman man.

yesss

I Know What You Like (v1)

The doorbell rang. And again. And again. Hauling ass from the shower, he held the towel tight to cover himself as he cracked open the door.

“What the-“

“I know what you like.”

The young girl, no more than 25, he figured, looked at him with her head tilted and a firm smile on beautifully shaped lips. Her eyes were blue, bright as a September sky, and stared straight into his without shyness. Her long straight hair fell well below her shoulders, but the rest of her was shrouded in darkness and swathed in a dark coat.

“What? I think you have the wrong house little girl.”

She stepped up to the doorstep, and placed her hand on his wet, bare chest, then had the temerity to push past him and into the house.

“Hey!” He was shocked and discomfited to have her just stroll in like she owned the place.

“This isn’t your house…you need to leave.”

She looked over her shoulder at him, her smile almost feral. Maybe she was some kind of thief. He peered out the door but saw no other people. 

“Who are you? What the hell are you doing in my house?” His words seemed to bounce off her back.

“Come here,” she said, and strolled to the kitchen.

“Sit,” she directed him to a chair. The only light in the room came from the nightlight of the oven range.

“Mark, you don’t know me, but I know you, and I know what you like. You see, my mother cleans here for your wife. A few weeks ago I came to help her out. I was bored, and had some time and she wasn’t feeling well. I did the upstairs while she was down here, cleaning up the mess she told me you always made when you cook.”

She shook her head. 

“You really take advantage of her, you know. Making such a mess then walking away from it? That’s little kid stuff. But we’ll talk about that later.”

He opened his mouth to speak but she held up her hand, mimed shutting her fingers, and he fell silent.

“I found the toys under the bedside table in the box. I thought it was funny that you were kinky, seeing as I was too. I didn’t quite understand the situation fully until I dusted your wife’s nightstand and found your cock cage. That’s when I realized that you and I were on opposite sides of the slash. I am most definitely not a submissive, and you, dear boy, are.”

She smiled again, one that did not speak of humor. 

“There’s going to be some changes around here. I know that your wife is away for the week at a conference. And you’ll be mine to enjoy until she returns. While I know she dominates you, I’m not certain that she’s a true dominant, or if she’s just a top because you need one.”

“Drop the towel and come here.”

She pointed to the floor between her feet.

“Look here. I…I’m not going to just take orders from you, little one. You’re half my age-“

A quick flick of her wrist dropped a crop into her hands, slapping it against his chest, making him yelp. She struck him again. His nipple began to swell, the button of it drawing tight. 

“Oh, I may be younger than you, but I know what I’m doing, and I’ll beat your nipples bloody if you don’t get your fat ass over here.”

He slid off the stool and stood before her. A sharp tug released the towel, revealing his caged cock. 

“It looks like you’re ready to service me,” she said, noting the mangled position of his cock. The crop slapped against the cage, making him wince.

“I think we’re going to have a lot of fun, you and I. And when your wife returns, I think it can only get better. Come along, boi. I hope your tongue is in good shape.”

Turning she strode away, leading him towards the stairs. He moaned as his cock tightened inside the restricting cage.

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She was in the bedroom. It was surreal. How the fuck did this even happen in real life? In porn, sure, it was a sexy fantasy, to be molested by a stranger. But in the now? He wasn’t a pussy. He was a serious businessman, by damn. He was going to handle  her like he handled…

Thoughts scattered as he stepped into the room. She was unbuckling her coat. Beneath it she wore nothing.

“I’m not one of those Dommes that like to wear corsets and ankle-breaking boots. I like to be comfortable and I’m most comfortable naked. That doesn’t mean that I won’t discipline you when it’s needed. Or when I feel like it. I enjoy giving pain. I enjoy sex. I enjoy being serviced, and watching you want to fuck me.” 

She pointed to the massive four-poster.

“Get up on the bed.”

“Now, young…”

“It’s ma’am or mistress. Take your pick. But if you call me young lady, woman, or girl again I will crop your ass purple.”

He froze. There was a truth to her words, to the tone of them that made him know that she meant every word. He moved to grab her wrist, but she slapped the crop over his wrist then his cheek, drawing welts. His hand reached to his cheek.

“HEY! Ouch!”

“You only touch when I say you can. Try to disarm me again and I will hurt you. Look at you. Your cock is already trying to push its way out of the cage. You’re erect and in pain, and all it takes is a slight amount of pressure…”

She slapped the cock cage hard with the crop, then with her hand. He yelped, leaping back, hand covering his genitals. 

“Stop!”

“Follow the rules and I won’t have to discipline you, boi,” she said. 

Their eyes met, clashed. After a long few breaths, he dropped his, cursing her in his mind even as he felt his spirit thrill to be so completely dominated by the little…Mistress.”

“I don’t even know your name,” he whispered to the floor.

“Heather. That’s ‘Mistress Heather’ to you.”

He nodded. The crop came up, lifting his chin. 

“No nodding. You may use your words. Try ‘yes, Mistress Heather’.”

He looked at her nose, too nervous now to meet her eyes.

“Yes Mistress Heather,” he responded.

“Good boy,” she said, stroking her fingers over his nipple. He moaned.

“Where is the cage key? I know you have access to it while she’s away. Fetch it for me.”

He pointed to the bathroom; she pointed with the crop. He returned in seconds. Taking it, she released the lock, and began removing the cage from him. He moaned as his squished shaft stretched out.

“That must be really painful, that nice thick cock all mashed in there like that.”

“It is.”

“Well, don’t get too comfortable…it’ll be back on soon enough.”

Her hand clasped over the tender meat, then roughly began pumping his shaft. He moaned, groaned, begged her to go easy, to no avail. When he spurted, she pointed it at her tits. 

“Your next erection is mine. And it will take you much longer to cum now. Clean your nasty goo off of me.”

She settled back on the bed, as his fluid slid down her belly.

“And be very thorough.”

Grabbing his hair she guided him to her left tit, and smiled as he began to lick.

Hired! ~22~

Of course the day he finally arrived in the city, there was a major fire and traffic was entangled for hours. He’d abandoned the cab when it was apparent that he wasn’t going to go more than a block an hour, and stomped angrily down the main street until he, sweaty and overheated in the urban heat, found a coffee shop to collapse in. The iced tea revived him somewhat, as did the little waitress he fucked in the back alley. She cried when he pulled out of her pussy, cried harder when he jammed his cock into her asshole. His hand had fisted in her hair, arching her spine, her ass jutting as he punched his way through her resisting rectum. When he was done, he pulled out, carefully removing the condom and tying it off. He put it in his pocket for disposal later before he dropped a $20 on the ground between her feet, then turned and strode away.

Ass-fucking the little slut had relieved some of the pressure from all the frustrations, but he thought seriously about going back and slapping the fuck out of her. Still, his dick was drained, and he’d definitely enjoyed her little mewlings as his thighs banged against her ass while he raped her butthole. Little whore probably liked it way more than she let on, he mused, straightening his shirt as he exited the alley, turning sharply right.

Unfortunately for him, the fire had caused the city to shut power for a whole block, including the building where his little kittycat had applied for a job. He stared at the “Sorry, Closed Due to Fire/Power Outage” sign on the door. Just his fucking luck, he thought with a growl. He headed away, grabbing an available cab. Better to sit in the hotel room and plan what he’d do with his slut when he brought her back here. Which would be soon. Not as soon as he needed, but soon enough.

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The phone rang, jarring her awake. She hurt in places she’d forgotten about, she discovered, trying to roll over to grab the buzzing cell.

“What?” she mumbled, still sex-drowzy.

“Don’t bother to come in today.”

“You woke me up two hours before I have to even get up to tell me to not get up and go to work? That? That’s pure sadism right there,” she growled.

“Why, thank you! I do believe that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me!”

“You’re being a sarcastic bastard now.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you. So…why shouldn’t I come ..oh gods I can’t believe I even said that word…” She moaned softly.

“What word? Work?”

“No, I never got that far. Come.  Weren’t you listening? I said come. Like..you know….you said CUM…. Over and over and over and over and over and ov–”

“Gotcha”, he said, attempting to interrupt her flow.   “Kat, you can stop now,” he said, trying not to laugh as she kept muttering “over and over”.

“Unless, of course, you want me to order you to masturbate and come, hmm, 20 more times?”

“NO! No…my pussy is way too sore for that. WAY. TO. Sore. Way.

“Yes, of course. But you know, that wouldn’t really stop me. I hope you understand the benevolence of my restraint here.”

She mumbled something unintelligible, and likely unflattering.

“Can we get back to the topic at hand?”

“Which was that?”

“What was that.”

“What?”

“Kat.”

“What?”

“Your morning grammar is appalling.”

“Oh, that what? What are you even talking about now? I’m so confused. And I hurt. Like…my ass. Ouch. My chin. Did you bite my chin you bastard? Anyway, I hurt and it’s all your fault.”

There was a long pause as he gathered patience, which she took as license to continue.

“And I like it. Liked it. And still like it. You know. I liked it yesterda…hey…wait a minute.  I don’t even remember coming home. How am I here and you aren’t?? Did you roofie me? What the absolute fuck…?!”

He gritted his teeth. When she ran on a tangent, man, there was no stopping her. A ballgag was definitely in her future!

“You were exhausted. MommaLa kissed you goodbye, and said she wished you happy. You giggled. She said you were drunk on good loving. You giggled again, and we went back to your place. I half-carried you upstairs and you wanted me to fuck you in the hallway.”

“I did not.”

“You did. And somehow I resisted, even when you were supremely naughty and tried to play with my cock.”

She giggled.

“That’s a good kind of naughty.”

“Hmmm,” he replied. “So, the reason I’m calling–”

“Is you want to come back and make it up to me? No, wait. No. What?”

“Kat, I can’t get a full thought out with you blathering.”

“I NEVER blather, ” she fumed, sounding deeply insulted.

“Riiiight,” he replied. “Never. So. Don’t come into work. Big fire downtown and the fire department cut the power. Only one here is me, and I’m leaving soon.”

“Coming here?” she said, sounding hopeful.

“No. Home. To sleep. Even Dom’s get tired.”

“You did play hard with me,” she said, smiling, rubbing her finger over the purpling bruise covering her right nipple. “I love that you played hard with me. To me. On me. Hard, but with gentle in there…like little bits of yumminess in the middle of the mean parts. I like the mean parts too, but you do give good cuddles.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re not wearing the belt anymore.”

“No Sir,” she said, her voice husky. “I’m saying it because it’s true. You give good caring. Thank you.”

There was a long pause between them. He was touched by her words. He thought she was going to say more, but a gentle snore came through the phone. Shaking his head and smiling, he disconnected the call.

 

Hired! ~21~

It was the whirr of the oversized vibrator that roused her. How many times, she wondered in the small corner of her brain that still functioned. How many times had he made her cum. 

“Noo…no more…I can’t….” she moaned.

“Yesssss,” he growled in her ear.  “Your final test to see if that belt stays off,” he said, pressing the vibe hard against her. “I know you can cum again. One, two, however many I can wring from your greedy, sopping cunt.”

Her body arched as she spasmed again. Her ass fell to the mattress, wet and chilly beneath her hot cheeks, before rising again in the agony of orgasm. Her nipples drew tight, her clit pressed deeply against the steadily churning head of the monster.

“Aaaaaahhhh!” she shrieked, the shocks from her overstimulated bud painful, so painfully sensitive.

He moved, changing the angle of the vibe, slipping his fingers into her, finger fucking her roughly. Her head tossed as a steady babble came from her mouth, wordless pleas for mercy.

Gods, she was glorious in this state, he thought, the wild freedom of her pain writ over her body, the tremors of orgasm in her belly, her tits, her thighs. Her hair plastered wetly around her head, sticky bits of sperm and spit glistening on her cheeks, her lips, her breast. Though he’d had her several times already, he felt himself growing hard again, watching her writhing. He controlled this, controlled her for this moment. Her body was his to direct, an orchestra of flesh at his disposal. The thickening shaft between his legs demanded her pussy again.

His fingers, slippery with her juices, grabbed her legs, flipping her to her side. Her eyes were blind now, staring at him blankly, as her mouth opened and closed on the animal noises she squeaked at him. Keeping the vibe pressed against the top of her vee, he jogged his hips forward and sank into the hot, slippery cauldron of her cunt. For a moment he could only pause, his penis sucking up the incredible warmth, the slickness of her. He felt her quivering deep inside, surrounding his dick with an unceasing squeezing of her muscles. Hips moving almost of their own accord, he slid out, then back, increasing the pace, then the violence. The hum of the vibrator buzzed at him when he was buried deep in her, the sensation sending quivers of pleasure shock to his balls. He pummeled her pussy then, driving hard, driving deep, driving them quickly up the ramp from lust to raw animal need. His ass tightened with every thrust, his cock thickening as her whimpers came faster, her voice rougher. Each punch of his penis forced a gutteral grunt from her, making him even harder.

When the shockwave of another orgasm rocketed through her, her pussy walls clamped him like a vise of molten lava. Teeth gritted, face straining, he withdrew, slammed home, withdrew again, then drove deep into her boiling cunt, and exploded. With one final coherent thought, he switched off the vibe before falling across her, panting.

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When they roused, they were stuck together.

“You are glued to me,” she moaned as he peeled his arm from her left tit.

“It’s not my fault that you have superglue for drool,” he replied, wincing as he rose up on his free arm, trying to find the other one.

“I think your pussy tried to kill me,” he muttered.

“It would have been a mutual killing,” she said with a slurred giggle. “Your cock tried to spear my lungs out of me.”

“Your cunt tried to suck me in by my dick, I felt it trying to Hoover me in there.”

“You did it, so you deserved every moment you were terrorized by my pussy.”

“You may have a point there,” he mused, grimacing as he pushed away, his thighs firmly melded to hers.

“OH! Ouch!” she yelped as he peeled away. “Dammit! You’re friggin’ exfoliating me! And that’s YOUR cum, by the way, I distinctly remember you spraying me with your load.”

“Load? What are you, a porno writer?” He laughed, but was blushing.

“Are you…blushing?” She giggled, pointing at him.

“Crap is a ‘load’…semen is something else.”

“What, praytell?”

“You’re pretty spunky after being fucked brainless, you know.”

“Cute,” she said, rolling her eyes, giving that teeny head-shake that let him know she didn’t think he was cute at all. Little brat!”

“I AM cute. And yes, I covered you in  my spunk.  I did NOT dump a load on you or you’d be covered in shit.”

He paused, his eyes widening. Oh, she could hardly wait for this, she mused, watching his face.

“Unless…”

“Unless…what?” she asked, knowing she shouldn’t.

“Unless it’s your unspoken, ultra-dirty fetish.”

“What…oh gods…you…NO! Oh gross, no. I mean, not to judge people who are into shit..but heyll YES, I’m judging. Eww. Just…ewwwww. No. No Sir, I am definitely NOT into poop play. Ugh. Just…” She shuddered dramatically.

“Well,” he said, his tone reluctant, “If you’re sure?”

“I’m totally and completely sure. If you shit on me…”

“I’m not really into public shitting. I’d have to get a volunteer to shit in a bucket or something.”

“Now that, THAT? Is the epitome of “gross”, ” she said, using air quotes over the word gross.

“I can not believe you are air quoting after I just fucked you into tomorrow.”

“I had pent up orgasms. I feel MARVELOUS! In fact, if we weren’t stuck together on your …spunk…I’d be up and twirling with the bliss running in my veins. I am HIGH on sex right now.”

“I see..” He rose from her in one quick moving, making them both gasp.

“FUCK!” they said in unison.

“Jesusgod,” he moaned, cupping himself. “My balls were stuck to you and your vicious pussy!”

“HOLY FUCKBALLS!” she yelped, grabbing her cunt. “You took ten layers of skin off my pussy!”

And then she began to laugh, pointing at him and guffawing. With a frown of injured pride (and sore testicles), he tried valiantly to not let the grin quirk his lips.

He failed.

Hired! ~20~

Last chapter here. Because, you know, it’s been a while…(sorry…) ~nilla~

Her ass was on fire, her nipples ached, and she was more turned on than she had ever been in her entire life. Flying on endorphins, she didn’t even notice when the hated chastity belt was removed, or that he’d secured her ankles to the eyebolts drilled into the floor.  Laying on her back on the mattress, her body quivering with reaction, her eyes stared unseeing at the ceiling as she zoned out on the pain.

She burned.

A soft caress made her turn her head, breaking her reverie.

“There she is.”  His tone was soft, his voice rumbling through her. She noticed then that he was laying beside her, his clothing intact.

“Why do Doms do that?” she asked, her voice wispy with reaction.

“Do…what, precisely? Where are you, little girl? Out in the stars?”

She giggled softly. Tried to move her hand to touch his shirt, turned to stare at her wrist, also bound and secured.

“When’d you do that?”

Her voice was slurry.

“Drunk on pain, are you?” He laughed softly, running his finger down her collarbone, circling around her breast, tickling the tender underside. She wiggled, giggled, tried to move away, but couldn’t.

“Tickles..” she mumbled, then giggled when his finger circled again.

“Clothes,” she said around more laughter. “Why…” She couldn’t continue, only laugh as his finger teased her underarm. “Geeze,” she whimpered, wriggling.

“Little slutty fish…wriggling and hooked. Do you know what I’m going to do now?”

Still writhing, giggling and laughing as his fingers continued to tease at her, she shook her head fiercely.  His mouth was millimeters from her ear, the breath yet another layer of torment. His tongue twirled lightly along the soft shell, making her whimper and arch.

I’m going to fuck you”, he whispered, barely making a sound. Rolling away from her, his eyes continued to drink her in as he unbuttoned his pants, dropping them to the floor. Her expression could only be described as hungry as she stared up at him, then down at the obvious straining of his underwear.

“Blue?” she giggled.

“I like blue,” he said, sticking his thumbs into the waistband.  “Of course, if you don’t, I can always find a willing slut out there who won’t be so judgmental about my choice in under garments.”

She tossed her head, no, licking her lips.

“Sure?”

For another moment he stood there, fingers in his waistband, unmoving.

“Sure,” she said, looking at him with lust.

Looking down at her, he cocked an eyebrow, started to tug down the waistband, enough for her to see the arrow of his hair. She felt herself yearning for him, wanted him in her, on her.

“VERY sure?” he asked, tugging the waistband back into place.

She nodded even more vigorously.

“Yes. Yes. VERY sure. VERY. Oh GODS PULEEZE… FUCK ME!”

“You are a naughty and wanton slut.”

“Yes.”

“You’re sure then. My blue undies won’t offend you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes? They’ll offend…”

“NO! No no no no no no no! No offense at all..I…i LOVE your blue undies. I just want to see you OUT of them! I want your cock, Sir!”

“Ooooh, so you weren’t actually making fun of my blue undies, you’re saying?”

She groaned, moaned. Shook her head no. He could see the glistening pink folds between her legs.

“Pink and blue go well together, yes?”

“Yes?” she asked, uncertain where he was going now.

“My blue undies, your pink cunt.”

She flushed. Then, emboldened, “Your hard cock, my soft pussy.”

“It’s likely soft. But it’s very wet. I can imagine that my cock will make all sorts of slobbery sounds if I fuck you. Will that bother you as much as my blue undies?”

Eyes closed, head thrown back, teeth gritted, she strained at the wrist bondage.

“I. Just. Want. To. PUMMELL YOU!” she shouted, eyes open. She kicked her feet, which barely moved, and shook her body.

“FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK MEEEEE!” She yelled, cheeks flushing. He stood there, staring at her. What, how could he be that dense, she wondered. She was tied up, open and ready to be fucked. Why, for goddamn sake, was he just standing there??

He smiled.

“So, you do want me?”

She groaned.

“Fuck you!”

“I can’t fuck myself! I mean, I’m big, but not that …”

He laughed as she growled, then bared her teeth at him. With a quick tug his undies were off, and he was on top of her, his cock buried to the hilt. Her growl turned into a yelp as he pounded into her.

“I’m going to fuck you into the mattress and through the floor,” he growled, before grabbing a nipple between his teeth and biting.

“Thank gawd,” he thought he heard her say before his hips knocked all the words from her.