Thursday, January 20, 2011
Bisexual Barbies and Linkage Galore!
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Tuesday, January 18, 2011
McLua 2 Jailbait Temptations
I had started that post last night, fell asleep, woke uup with my computer still on so ended abruptly.
Anyway to continue.. the other night was weird. I came home and the brat 18 year old was in a chair watching a movie. Every other night she'd been home she wore normal clothes with her red robe over it. Today was the one day this past week she didn't go out and do something and today was the one day that she wore something different. She has on this thing that I'm going to call a tunic. I'm probably wrong but girls fashion is... complicated. It was cut kinda like this. http://styletips101.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/bebe-tunic.jpg. When she stood up straight the bottom hem line barely hit her wrist. It looked a little lolita, black with white lace sewn all over it. She also wasn't wearing pants. She had on these black pantyhose. I'll admit that got my attention. They were solid black all but in the best places. They stretched just enough around the side of her thighs to let milky white pale skin peak through.
Delightful scenary yes but I was much more interested in microwaving dinner. Funny thing was I kept watching her peak up at me. There were a few times this last week where she came downstairs in the middle of the night and just to say hi, or get a glass of water. I really didn't think anything of it. After all. She had a boyfriend. I should know better I guess, some people have husbands. ::stares at Molly, then someone else and you know damn well who you are, then his ex::
Dinners in the microwave and I make myself a cuba libra. She had said hi and asked about work and such, something she normally doesn't do. Wanted to point that out before I mention what she said next. "This movie has a lot of nudey scenes in it." I almost miss cut my lime wedge. That's not a euphanism. I had said there's worse things in a movie letting it go. She jumped up and I heard the pitter patter of footsteps while she came up behind me "Is that bacardi? Can I have some?" Little booze hound was just like her mother. Her mother said one night that drinking was ok, another it wasn't, so hell if I knew. "I'm not going to say yes and have your mother get pissed at me. I'll leave it out though in case I want another, if some goes missing in between I wont notice." I thought it was a safe enough answer.
The beep told me my pizza rolls were ready. I sit down on the couch furthest from the chair she was in, rather then returning to the chair she sat down right fucking next to me with a drink of her own. I'm doing everything in my power to not stare at her. She started asking about my relationship status, what kind of girls I like, how she thinks my job is really interesting, etc. All the time I was thinking about 5 very important words.
DON'T EAT WHERE YOU SHIT.
I mentally recited my mantra, ate my pizza rolls, drank my drink, did my best to keep my eyes off her and her legs. She was a mouthy brat, one I was tempted to discipline. It seemed clear she was open to exploring the possibility but with my housemate and her mother upstairs, not to mention my own situation, it'd of been a bad idea to waste any dick on her. She had a butter face anyway. My cousin says he never has a problem with that because you don't fuck the face, but it matters to me.
Anyway to continue.. the other night was weird. I came home and the brat 18 year old was in a chair watching a movie. Every other night she'd been home she wore normal clothes with her red robe over it. Today was the one day this past week she didn't go out and do something and today was the one day that she wore something different. She has on this thing that I'm going to call a tunic. I'm probably wrong but girls fashion is... complicated. It was cut kinda like this. http://styletips101.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/bebe-tunic.jpg. When she stood up straight the bottom hem line barely hit her wrist. It looked a little lolita, black with white lace sewn all over it. She also wasn't wearing pants. She had on these black pantyhose. I'll admit that got my attention. They were solid black all but in the best places. They stretched just enough around the side of her thighs to let milky white pale skin peak through.
Delightful scenary yes but I was much more interested in microwaving dinner. Funny thing was I kept watching her peak up at me. There were a few times this last week where she came downstairs in the middle of the night and just to say hi, or get a glass of water. I really didn't think anything of it. After all. She had a boyfriend. I should know better I guess, some people have husbands. ::stares at Molly, then someone else and you know damn well who you are, then his ex::
Dinners in the microwave and I make myself a cuba libra. She had said hi and asked about work and such, something she normally doesn't do. Wanted to point that out before I mention what she said next. "This movie has a lot of nudey scenes in it." I almost miss cut my lime wedge. That's not a euphanism. I had said there's worse things in a movie letting it go. She jumped up and I heard the pitter patter of footsteps while she came up behind me "Is that bacardi? Can I have some?" Little booze hound was just like her mother. Her mother said one night that drinking was ok, another it wasn't, so hell if I knew. "I'm not going to say yes and have your mother get pissed at me. I'll leave it out though in case I want another, if some goes missing in between I wont notice." I thought it was a safe enough answer.
The beep told me my pizza rolls were ready. I sit down on the couch furthest from the chair she was in, rather then returning to the chair she sat down right fucking next to me with a drink of her own. I'm doing everything in my power to not stare at her. She started asking about my relationship status, what kind of girls I like, how she thinks my job is really interesting, etc. All the time I was thinking about 5 very important words.
DON'T EAT WHERE YOU SHIT.
I mentally recited my mantra, ate my pizza rolls, drank my drink, did my best to keep my eyes off her and her legs. She was a mouthy brat, one I was tempted to discipline. It seemed clear she was open to exploring the possibility but with my housemate and her mother upstairs, not to mention my own situation, it'd of been a bad idea to waste any dick on her. She had a butter face anyway. My cousin says he never has a problem with that because you don't fuck the face, but it matters to me.
Chaos again, try the new McLua
I might have to turn in my man card for this but it was fucking delicious. Vanilla McDonalds shake meets several shots of hazlenut Kahlua. I give you, the McLua! Yummy yummy yummy.
I was in the drive through and was thinking I wanted to get tipsy but wanted something sweet. I'd often thought fast food places should sell booze when I remember I had a full bar at home. God it was delicious.
I'm on my 3rd court case so far this month so time is short, stress is high, not sure I'll get a good quality post daily.
My housemate's 18 year old daughter is home from college for a little while. Her boyfriend was staying over and for the most part she avoided me and clung to his side. I don't blame her at all of course, some big weird guy living with her mom, it'd throw most off I'm sure. Was all the same to me, she's an ungrateful spoiled brat and hearing her talk and her lack of respect really pissed me off.
I'd continue.. but been up way too late.. time for bed for now.
I was in the drive through and was thinking I wanted to get tipsy but wanted something sweet. I'd often thought fast food places should sell booze when I remember I had a full bar at home. God it was delicious.
I'm on my 3rd court case so far this month so time is short, stress is high, not sure I'll get a good quality post daily.
My housemate's 18 year old daughter is home from college for a little while. Her boyfriend was staying over and for the most part she avoided me and clung to his side. I don't blame her at all of course, some big weird guy living with her mom, it'd throw most off I'm sure. Was all the same to me, she's an ungrateful spoiled brat and hearing her talk and her lack of respect really pissed me off.
I'd continue.. but been up way too late.. time for bed for now.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Double your pleasure, double your fun
Please I hope someone can tell me. Why do I constantly need to agree to continue to read an adult themed blog when it's my own damn blog and I'm already signed on!
For those of you holding out for the next Mick and Molly, it's coming. I like the idea and the way I want to write it and I want to do it right, so waiting til I have the time to make it awesome.
I've got a double header releasing today. First a new one, and second is a continuation of Kelly the Waitress, at the wonderful KellyRed's request of course. In this first one I tried something I haven't done in a long time. I'm sure you'll see what it is. Let me know if you like it.
MEEP MEEP MEEP MEEP
I rolled over. Every morning it comes and every morning I’m surprised at how loud it is. I sit up and wait for the world to make sense.
MEEP MEEP MEEP MEEP
I murmured to myself and stretched my arms, cracked my neck, then my knuckles. A big yawn before standing.
MEEP MEEP ME- click
I kinda staggered to the door but managed, still trying to blink myself awake. Left turn. Push on the door. Shut it behind me. I tug at my waist band shift my legs and my boxers his my feet. I step out. Left hand on the wall. Right hand on myself. A few moments later I pressed the toilet handle. Turned around and opened the shower door, turned the handle and waited.
I heard the alarm stop. Master was finally awake. I smiled big and pressed the button on the coffee pot. I waited a few minutes, killing time, hears like a cat waiting for audible clues. I put a bottle of water in the fridge, took out the butter and put it on the table. By the time you got to both they’d be the just right temperature for you I hope. I heard the shower turn on and rushed to my room. I tried to go slow while taking off my clothes, trying to stall for time. I went to my little mirror and checked my hair, brushing it once. I stepped back out into the hall. I stood naked in front of the bathroom door and listened. And waited. And listened.
I stepped under the flowing water. I propped myself up against the shower wall and let the water hit me. After a couple of minutes I stood up straight and let the water wash over my face.
Knock Knock
I ran my hand through my hair “Yes?”
“Master? Can I come in? Please?”
I nodded. “mhmm”. The door never opened. There were a few more knocks “I said yes!” I realized I didn’t but fuck it.
I reached for the soap, started moving the suds over my chest and stomach when you opened the door. I looked through the glass door at you, naked. You leaned back on the sink counter and smiled.
“Was just wondering if there was anything I could do for you Master.” I bit my lip and put my hand on my knee, dragging it up my thigh and pausing just before touching my sex. I lingered with my hand there a moment, and then moved higher. “Anything at all?” Even just standing in the shower I wanted you. I wanted to please you, I wanted you to take me. Make me do something I didn’t want to do.
You pushed the shower door open. I stepped inside and looked up at you. Your always so hard to read I
grabbed your throat and held you against the shower wall. I leaned in and kissed your shoulder, dragging my lips along to the base of your neck, pausing frequently to bite. I love the taste of your skin, and the sound you make when I leave teeth marks in it. I kiss up your cheek and to your ear. “You were waiting outside again weren’t you?”
You shook your head yes the best your could with an unmistakable blush glowing on your cheek. I pull down on your body. I can feel you resisting at first but then you give in, sliding down the wall. You quickly adjust your legs, desperate not to fall. Your ass finally touches ground. You seem to be waiting for permission.
“I didn’t put you down there just to fucking look at it.” I nodded my head “Yes Master.” My ands moves up the back of your legs and I started by kissing your sack, and then running my tongue along the side of your shaft from base to tip. My right hand left your leg and I moved it around your firm pole. I looked up at you, fueled only by your enjoyment, and stroked your length slowly. Droplets had been falling all over me, but the full stream hit when I pushed you into my mouth and slid down, holding you in my mouth and sucking softly. A quiet moan of delight I hoped would send good feelings through your meat.
I closed my eyes and felt you pulling back, moving to my tip. You paused there and kept sucking on it. You knew how sensitive that spot was and what it does when you move your soft tongue just behind the swollen purple head. You stayed there for some time. Until I got frustrated anyway. I cradled the back of your head in my hand and stepped forward pushing my hips forward. My hand was sandwiched between your head and the hard tile and I heard a shrill of panic when I drove my cock deeper into your mouth. Your movements got hurried. You went to pull away but my hand was there. I heard hot ragged breathes.
I couldn’t breath. I was stuck with your cock in my mouth and was panicking. I opened my mouth wide and gasped, but only inhaled water. I started tapping your leg, nothing. I let out the loudest wine I could. Were you not letting me go? I tried to be good. I kept rocking my head back and forth. I sucked as hard as I could. I needed air. I took a risk,
“What the fuck have I told you about using your teeth!” I pulled out of you and smacked you hard across your face. I loved hearing the loud crack of hand on flesh echoing in that tight place. “But Master I cou-” No excuses. My cock got shoved back into your mouth. You didn’t actually bite it, more like barely touched, kinda felt exciting actually, but so much more fun the way I did it. I’ll take most excuses to hurt you. I rolled my head from one shoulder to another while feeding you my manhood.
I got a good breath in and was back at it. I worked it the best I could. It was so exciting feeling the water on my face while I sucked you. Each time you moaned a shiver went through me that made me go faster, banging my head against your hand when I moved back, occasionally leaning back against your hand while you fucked my mouth, calling me your slut, your whore, the word I paid attention to each time though was that I was yours.
“Are you ready mine?” You answered with a moan. I pulled from your mouth and you gripped my shaft again, squeezing hard and stroking just over your face. You close your eyes when I release and I can see ropes of thick white landing on and clinging to your face. You looked up and smiled, first wiping me from off your face, and then licking it off your fingers. As soon as you were done you closed your mouth around me, just to make sure you got it all. I gave you permission to touch yourself after you asked, and spent the rest of my shower on the ground doing so.
Kelly The Waitress continued
Kelly nodded. She trusted Nat but she didn’t think she should change for anyone, especially not anyone in these parts. She got the drinks together on her tray and waltzed back to the table in her own sweet time. She placed the two Pepsi’s in front of Skinny and Big Tits. While she reached out over the table to place the water in front of Slut it was unavoidable to hold her tits momentarily in front of Black Jackets face. A feeling crept up her spine that she was being stared at and looked back. How dare he! Sure some people glanced but he wasn’t even trying to hide his interest gaze. Who did he think he was? She stood back up and slammed the his precious fucking Guinness on the table and looked down at him and in the bitchiest way she could without sounding bitchy announced “I hope you enjoy that” and turned to storm off.
She didn’t make it but two steps. “You forgot to open it.” She whipped back around “What did you say?” She was sure he said something giving her just cause to scold his behavior. She was sure until his repeated words registered correctly. “I said you forgot to open it. The beer.” She stared at the bottle. Black Jacket never looked away while he reached over to the bottle of Dasani and cracked the seal, handing it back to Slut who only then even touched the bottle. “The cap doesn’t twist off.”
It hit her after her anger subsided. “Oh” She nearly blushed, but fought for control. She walked back and took the bottle feeling like an idiot. Completely on auto pilot she let it slip “I’m sorry.” Before she had time to process what she said he spoke again “No one can blame you, you’re still learning.” A swift head turn later had Kelly trying to make his head explode. When his head didn’t explode she chewed on her bottom lip, something she always did when she was trying not to yell. How did he know she was still in training? She was nearly out of it and she didn’t make any big mistakes. Just before pushing a hole through her lip he winked. ‘Oh my god how long have I been staring at him.’ Trying to run away she turned again “In a glass too Kelly.” His words made her body clench with frustration. Not giving him another opportunity to she let out another automatic phrase “Yes Sir.” Confident she was home free two words struck her that she couldn’t of heard correctly “Good girl.” There was no way that’s what was said so she didn’t dare ask.
The frustrated girl opened the bottle and leaned on the bar taking several deep breaths. Nat walked by and laughed “You like him don’t you?” An attack on all sides tonight “What?” The bartender grinned from ear to ear “You sooo do.” “Do not! He’s an jerk!” Nat shook her head “You like him. Don’t keep him waiting, you got that beer like fifteen minutes ago.” Ah shit. She grabbed a glass on her way back.
She was trying to figure out why Nat had said what she said. Did she something in her Kelly missed herself? Couldn’t be, Nat was just messing with her head. Or was she? Regardless she placed the bottle and glass on the table and tried to escape as soon as she had arrived. Even before she turned he spoke “Pour it for me.” It wasn’t a request. There was no question to respond to, nor a request which could be declined. It was at this point she realized everyone else at the table fell quiet whenever she approached. They were staring at her with hungry eyes, waiting for Black Jacket to torture her more. Kelly gave in just so she could get out of there. The table remained silent, all four of them openly staring, watching her pour the dark liquid in the clear glass. Her cheeks burned as she was inspected. After she put the glass in front of him she searched her mind for something to say, preferably something to egg him on. He spoke first though. “Well done. Kayla’s onion rings should be done by now.” Kelly wanted to scream again but she couldn’t. This time he really did have the upper hand. “Uhm.. Actually.” She wanted to hide before giving in. “I’m sorry, I forgot to tell our cook. It’ll be awhile longer.” She was sure she’d opened herself up to more torment. There was no way this prick would let it go. When she was brave enough to see his reaction she looked up. Black Jacket just smiled “It’s alright, we’ll wait.” A wave of relief passed over her. “Thank you for understanding I’ll get them out to you as soon as I can.” Kelly made it halfway to the kitchen before stopping. Wait. Did she just thank him? Both of her hands grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled. She just didn’t understand.
For those of you holding out for the next Mick and Molly, it's coming. I like the idea and the way I want to write it and I want to do it right, so waiting til I have the time to make it awesome.
I've got a double header releasing today. First a new one, and second is a continuation of Kelly the Waitress, at the wonderful KellyRed's request of course. In this first one I tried something I haven't done in a long time. I'm sure you'll see what it is. Let me know if you like it.
MEEP MEEP MEEP MEEP
I rolled over. Every morning it comes and every morning I’m surprised at how loud it is. I sit up and wait for the world to make sense.
MEEP MEEP MEEP MEEP
I murmured to myself and stretched my arms, cracked my neck, then my knuckles. A big yawn before standing.
MEEP MEEP ME- click
I kinda staggered to the door but managed, still trying to blink myself awake. Left turn. Push on the door. Shut it behind me. I tug at my waist band shift my legs and my boxers his my feet. I step out. Left hand on the wall. Right hand on myself. A few moments later I pressed the toilet handle. Turned around and opened the shower door, turned the handle and waited.
I heard the alarm stop. Master was finally awake. I smiled big and pressed the button on the coffee pot. I waited a few minutes, killing time, hears like a cat waiting for audible clues. I put a bottle of water in the fridge, took out the butter and put it on the table. By the time you got to both they’d be the just right temperature for you I hope. I heard the shower turn on and rushed to my room. I tried to go slow while taking off my clothes, trying to stall for time. I went to my little mirror and checked my hair, brushing it once. I stepped back out into the hall. I stood naked in front of the bathroom door and listened. And waited. And listened.
I stepped under the flowing water. I propped myself up against the shower wall and let the water hit me. After a couple of minutes I stood up straight and let the water wash over my face.
Knock Knock
I ran my hand through my hair “Yes?”
“Master? Can I come in? Please?”
I nodded. “mhmm”. The door never opened. There were a few more knocks “I said yes!” I realized I didn’t but fuck it.
I reached for the soap, started moving the suds over my chest and stomach when you opened the door. I looked through the glass door at you, naked. You leaned back on the sink counter and smiled.
“Was just wondering if there was anything I could do for you Master.” I bit my lip and put my hand on my knee, dragging it up my thigh and pausing just before touching my sex. I lingered with my hand there a moment, and then moved higher. “Anything at all?” Even just standing in the shower I wanted you. I wanted to please you, I wanted you to take me. Make me do something I didn’t want to do.
You pushed the shower door open. I stepped inside and looked up at you. Your always so hard to read I
grabbed your throat and held you against the shower wall. I leaned in and kissed your shoulder, dragging my lips along to the base of your neck, pausing frequently to bite. I love the taste of your skin, and the sound you make when I leave teeth marks in it. I kiss up your cheek and to your ear. “You were waiting outside again weren’t you?”
You shook your head yes the best your could with an unmistakable blush glowing on your cheek. I pull down on your body. I can feel you resisting at first but then you give in, sliding down the wall. You quickly adjust your legs, desperate not to fall. Your ass finally touches ground. You seem to be waiting for permission.
“I didn’t put you down there just to fucking look at it.” I nodded my head “Yes Master.” My ands moves up the back of your legs and I started by kissing your sack, and then running my tongue along the side of your shaft from base to tip. My right hand left your leg and I moved it around your firm pole. I looked up at you, fueled only by your enjoyment, and stroked your length slowly. Droplets had been falling all over me, but the full stream hit when I pushed you into my mouth and slid down, holding you in my mouth and sucking softly. A quiet moan of delight I hoped would send good feelings through your meat.
I closed my eyes and felt you pulling back, moving to my tip. You paused there and kept sucking on it. You knew how sensitive that spot was and what it does when you move your soft tongue just behind the swollen purple head. You stayed there for some time. Until I got frustrated anyway. I cradled the back of your head in my hand and stepped forward pushing my hips forward. My hand was sandwiched between your head and the hard tile and I heard a shrill of panic when I drove my cock deeper into your mouth. Your movements got hurried. You went to pull away but my hand was there. I heard hot ragged breathes.
I couldn’t breath. I was stuck with your cock in my mouth and was panicking. I opened my mouth wide and gasped, but only inhaled water. I started tapping your leg, nothing. I let out the loudest wine I could. Were you not letting me go? I tried to be good. I kept rocking my head back and forth. I sucked as hard as I could. I needed air. I took a risk,
“What the fuck have I told you about using your teeth!” I pulled out of you and smacked you hard across your face. I loved hearing the loud crack of hand on flesh echoing in that tight place. “But Master I cou-” No excuses. My cock got shoved back into your mouth. You didn’t actually bite it, more like barely touched, kinda felt exciting actually, but so much more fun the way I did it. I’ll take most excuses to hurt you. I rolled my head from one shoulder to another while feeding you my manhood.
I got a good breath in and was back at it. I worked it the best I could. It was so exciting feeling the water on my face while I sucked you. Each time you moaned a shiver went through me that made me go faster, banging my head against your hand when I moved back, occasionally leaning back against your hand while you fucked my mouth, calling me your slut, your whore, the word I paid attention to each time though was that I was yours.
“Are you ready mine?” You answered with a moan. I pulled from your mouth and you gripped my shaft again, squeezing hard and stroking just over your face. You close your eyes when I release and I can see ropes of thick white landing on and clinging to your face. You looked up and smiled, first wiping me from off your face, and then licking it off your fingers. As soon as you were done you closed your mouth around me, just to make sure you got it all. I gave you permission to touch yourself after you asked, and spent the rest of my shower on the ground doing so.
Kelly The Waitress continued
Kelly nodded. She trusted Nat but she didn’t think she should change for anyone, especially not anyone in these parts. She got the drinks together on her tray and waltzed back to the table in her own sweet time. She placed the two Pepsi’s in front of Skinny and Big Tits. While she reached out over the table to place the water in front of Slut it was unavoidable to hold her tits momentarily in front of Black Jackets face. A feeling crept up her spine that she was being stared at and looked back. How dare he! Sure some people glanced but he wasn’t even trying to hide his interest gaze. Who did he think he was? She stood back up and slammed the his precious fucking Guinness on the table and looked down at him and in the bitchiest way she could without sounding bitchy announced “I hope you enjoy that” and turned to storm off.
She didn’t make it but two steps. “You forgot to open it.” She whipped back around “What did you say?” She was sure he said something giving her just cause to scold his behavior. She was sure until his repeated words registered correctly. “I said you forgot to open it. The beer.” She stared at the bottle. Black Jacket never looked away while he reached over to the bottle of Dasani and cracked the seal, handing it back to Slut who only then even touched the bottle. “The cap doesn’t twist off.”
It hit her after her anger subsided. “Oh” She nearly blushed, but fought for control. She walked back and took the bottle feeling like an idiot. Completely on auto pilot she let it slip “I’m sorry.” Before she had time to process what she said he spoke again “No one can blame you, you’re still learning.” A swift head turn later had Kelly trying to make his head explode. When his head didn’t explode she chewed on her bottom lip, something she always did when she was trying not to yell. How did he know she was still in training? She was nearly out of it and she didn’t make any big mistakes. Just before pushing a hole through her lip he winked. ‘Oh my god how long have I been staring at him.’ Trying to run away she turned again “In a glass too Kelly.” His words made her body clench with frustration. Not giving him another opportunity to she let out another automatic phrase “Yes Sir.” Confident she was home free two words struck her that she couldn’t of heard correctly “Good girl.” There was no way that’s what was said so she didn’t dare ask.
The frustrated girl opened the bottle and leaned on the bar taking several deep breaths. Nat walked by and laughed “You like him don’t you?” An attack on all sides tonight “What?” The bartender grinned from ear to ear “You sooo do.” “Do not! He’s an jerk!” Nat shook her head “You like him. Don’t keep him waiting, you got that beer like fifteen minutes ago.” Ah shit. She grabbed a glass on her way back.
She was trying to figure out why Nat had said what she said. Did she something in her Kelly missed herself? Couldn’t be, Nat was just messing with her head. Or was she? Regardless she placed the bottle and glass on the table and tried to escape as soon as she had arrived. Even before she turned he spoke “Pour it for me.” It wasn’t a request. There was no question to respond to, nor a request which could be declined. It was at this point she realized everyone else at the table fell quiet whenever she approached. They were staring at her with hungry eyes, waiting for Black Jacket to torture her more. Kelly gave in just so she could get out of there. The table remained silent, all four of them openly staring, watching her pour the dark liquid in the clear glass. Her cheeks burned as she was inspected. After she put the glass in front of him she searched her mind for something to say, preferably something to egg him on. He spoke first though. “Well done. Kayla’s onion rings should be done by now.” Kelly wanted to scream again but she couldn’t. This time he really did have the upper hand. “Uhm.. Actually.” She wanted to hide before giving in. “I’m sorry, I forgot to tell our cook. It’ll be awhile longer.” She was sure she’d opened herself up to more torment. There was no way this prick would let it go. When she was brave enough to see his reaction she looked up. Black Jacket just smiled “It’s alright, we’ll wait.” A wave of relief passed over her. “Thank you for understanding I’ll get them out to you as soon as I can.” Kelly made it halfway to the kitchen before stopping. Wait. Did she just thank him? Both of her hands grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled. She just didn’t understand.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Kelly The Waitress
I wanted to share about something that happens to me a lot, and of course wanted to through story. However something I'm noticing is I'm 2/3rds the way in to page 1 and this one may actually contain no sex. I started it now but need to be getting ready for work. I'll leave this up for now and if people are intrigued leave a comment and I'll continue it after work. If your bored like I think you will be please for fucks sake tell me. I've got plenty of other ideas. So again, please leave a comment saying either continue or bored and I'll take it from there. Feel free to say where you think/want it to go as well. No hurt feelings, promise.
Kelly cleared the table of empty beer bottles and glasses, gave it a quick wipe down, pocketed the tip that was left for her and continued on to the next. She had moved from the city to what she called Hickville to accommodate her boyfriends job. It was a great promotion for him but as far as she was concerned they had moved to the very end point before civilization ceased to be completely. Maybe just a little past that.
Two couples walked in together and were promptly seated at a semi circle booth. Kelly almost groaned. She took this job to kill time and collect some extra spending money, and not to actually work. The other 15 or so people in the bar she didn’t mind much, they were too interested in the game to warrant speaking with. Just bring them more beer and walk away. This job wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for the customers.
She approached the table and quickly came up with temporary names to identify all the people sitting there. Skinny in the green shirt, clearly together with Big Tits. Next to her was Slut who was hanging on the arm of Black Coat. She took a deep breath and forced a smile “Well hi there. Welcome to the Marsh Pit bar and grill, my name is Kelly and I’ll be serving you this evening.” The two girls looked at each other and giggled while the men just grinned. It must be an inside joke. “How about a couple drinks to start everyone off with.” She turned to Skinny.
“Yeah I’ll take a Pepsi.” Big Tits looked up ”Me too.” She turned to Skinny “Oh and I want onion rings” then to Black Jacket “That’s ok right?” He shrugged and she looked back to Kelly “We’ll have a starter of onion rings.” Kelly smiled and turned to Slut. Just as it looked like she was going to speak Black Jacket did instead. “She’ll have a Dasani and I’ll have a Guinness.” Kelly eyed Slut for a little longer then a moment before saying anything. “I’m sorry, but we don’t actually serve Guinness here.” Without a seconds passing and while still looking at the menu he replied “Yes you do. It’s in the same fridge the bar tender keeps the cream in.” She glared at him with razor sharp invisible daggers. He finally looked up at her “Yes?” she shook herself out of the death stare. “I’ll just go double check that for you.”
She walked away to a chorus of slight laughter. Damn near stomping she walked behind the bar and opened the fridge eager to prove him wrong. There on the bottom shelf to the right sat two six pack bottles of Guinness, one of them being half gone. The bastard. She reluctantly retrieved a bottle and closed the fridge door. She still running her finger across the cold bottle she approached the bartender who looked after her. “Uhm.. How did my customer know we kept Guinness back here when I didn’t?” The bartender looked up and out at the tables until he saw who she meant. “Oh lucky you. He’s a friend of Rick.” Kelly stammered “Wait.. Rick Rick? The owner.” The bartender laughed and said “Yup, as in, your boss. Rumor is Rick actually owes him a good chunk of change. I strongly suggest you don’t fuck this up.”
Kelly cleared the table of empty beer bottles and glasses, gave it a quick wipe down, pocketed the tip that was left for her and continued on to the next. She had moved from the city to what she called Hickville to accommodate her boyfriends job. It was a great promotion for him but as far as she was concerned they had moved to the very end point before civilization ceased to be completely. Maybe just a little past that.
Two couples walked in together and were promptly seated at a semi circle booth. Kelly almost groaned. She took this job to kill time and collect some extra spending money, and not to actually work. The other 15 or so people in the bar she didn’t mind much, they were too interested in the game to warrant speaking with. Just bring them more beer and walk away. This job wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for the customers.
She approached the table and quickly came up with temporary names to identify all the people sitting there. Skinny in the green shirt, clearly together with Big Tits. Next to her was Slut who was hanging on the arm of Black Coat. She took a deep breath and forced a smile “Well hi there. Welcome to the Marsh Pit bar and grill, my name is Kelly and I’ll be serving you this evening.” The two girls looked at each other and giggled while the men just grinned. It must be an inside joke. “How about a couple drinks to start everyone off with.” She turned to Skinny.
“Yeah I’ll take a Pepsi.” Big Tits looked up ”Me too.” She turned to Skinny “Oh and I want onion rings” then to Black Jacket “That’s ok right?” He shrugged and she looked back to Kelly “We’ll have a starter of onion rings.” Kelly smiled and turned to Slut. Just as it looked like she was going to speak Black Jacket did instead. “She’ll have a Dasani and I’ll have a Guinness.” Kelly eyed Slut for a little longer then a moment before saying anything. “I’m sorry, but we don’t actually serve Guinness here.” Without a seconds passing and while still looking at the menu he replied “Yes you do. It’s in the same fridge the bar tender keeps the cream in.” She glared at him with razor sharp invisible daggers. He finally looked up at her “Yes?” she shook herself out of the death stare. “I’ll just go double check that for you.”
She walked away to a chorus of slight laughter. Damn near stomping she walked behind the bar and opened the fridge eager to prove him wrong. There on the bottom shelf to the right sat two six pack bottles of Guinness, one of them being half gone. The bastard. She reluctantly retrieved a bottle and closed the fridge door. She still running her finger across the cold bottle she approached the bartender who looked after her. “Uhm.. How did my customer know we kept Guinness back here when I didn’t?” The bartender looked up and out at the tables until he saw who she meant. “Oh lucky you. He’s a friend of Rick.” Kelly stammered “Wait.. Rick Rick? The owner.” The bartender laughed and said “Yup, as in, your boss. Rumor is Rick actually owes him a good chunk of change. I strongly suggest you don’t fuck this up.”
Just Some Chaos
It's Saturday and work ran late, not too much in a writing mood but I do have a few story ideas in mind so stay tuned.
If I can figure out how to make a poll I will just after pressing the publish button.
So yesterday I took my Grandma down to Fremont. She moved up here 3 years ago after Grandpa went. She'd lived down there for 40+ years and hadn't seen any of her friends in well over a year so I spent the day with her visiting old friends. I love her but sometimes she scares me. She goes for the passenger seat after we're done and puts down the pillow that she normally sits on "Better put that down for added protection. I think I'm ok but sometimes I really just don't know until I get home and we don't want to leave a mess on your new car." Terrifying.
Anyway I get her back home. My Mom then calls obviously in distress. She chipped her tooth that morning and went all quiet "I just.. I just need.. help" damn near in tears. She just wanted me to pick up my sister from her nursing school who had agreed to care for her rather then going to work after class. On the ride home my sister (after grilling me for updates on any relationships I may be involved in) shared about a police scare she had last night. Her friends had gone out and got high. I assumed it was pot, and she said it wasn't, but wouldn't tell me what because I was obviously unhappy. When I did walk in to my Moms place I was initially worried because of how she sounded. Janine then said "Oh she's just stoned" Excuse me? What the hell? Turns out she's been taken vicodin all day long that my other sister gave her. They've also started smoking indoors. At first it was just on the porch, then just in their bedrooms, now it's no problem smoking in the living room. Being an asthmatic I couldn't stay long. Janine had no problem lighting a cigarette while I was there, 3 feet away. Was happy to go home.
This was way too much to learn in one afternoon. I love me family, but am I really so wrong for not wanting to go to her wedding in a month? Which will be the 1 year and 5 day mark of their first date? This particular post might just be for me venting.
If I can figure out how to make a poll I will just after pressing the publish button.
So yesterday I took my Grandma down to Fremont. She moved up here 3 years ago after Grandpa went. She'd lived down there for 40+ years and hadn't seen any of her friends in well over a year so I spent the day with her visiting old friends. I love her but sometimes she scares me. She goes for the passenger seat after we're done and puts down the pillow that she normally sits on "Better put that down for added protection. I think I'm ok but sometimes I really just don't know until I get home and we don't want to leave a mess on your new car." Terrifying.
Anyway I get her back home. My Mom then calls obviously in distress. She chipped her tooth that morning and went all quiet "I just.. I just need.. help" damn near in tears. She just wanted me to pick up my sister from her nursing school who had agreed to care for her rather then going to work after class. On the ride home my sister (after grilling me for updates on any relationships I may be involved in) shared about a police scare she had last night. Her friends had gone out and got high. I assumed it was pot, and she said it wasn't, but wouldn't tell me what because I was obviously unhappy. When I did walk in to my Moms place I was initially worried because of how she sounded. Janine then said "Oh she's just stoned" Excuse me? What the hell? Turns out she's been taken vicodin all day long that my other sister gave her. They've also started smoking indoors. At first it was just on the porch, then just in their bedrooms, now it's no problem smoking in the living room. Being an asthmatic I couldn't stay long. Janine had no problem lighting a cigarette while I was there, 3 feet away. Was happy to go home.
This was way too much to learn in one afternoon. I love me family, but am I really so wrong for not wanting to go to her wedding in a month? Which will be the 1 year and 5 day mark of their first date? This particular post might just be for me venting.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Someones elses cock, the continued adventures of Mick and Molly
Yeah I'm a little late with this one, but I was worried it'd be too unappealing to the holders of these character likeness rights and wanted to double check with them. Since SOME people actually sleep at all hours of the night and wake up while I'm asleep, the post is a few hours behind. I wanted to try something knew and wanted to create a nameless character "He" or "Him". Hopefully that makes more sense when you read this. I did take some inspiration from another awesome blog though, particularly this post --> Strap on Fun. After reading that I just knew there had to be a way to amplify it. So I did. Would love to hear of someone actually doing this. Enjoy.
Molly leaned forward and held the sun visor steady with her left hand. Her right carefully slid the crimson lip stick across her full lips. Her lips moved in the visor mirror, checking that she didn’t miss a spot.
“Slave sometimes I wonder why I bother, it never stays on long. Do you think men ever get tired of wearing my make up on their cock?” She grinned and looked to Mick.
“Considering how it gets there, I don’t think so Mistress.” Mick continued to focus on the road, staying silent while his wife made more last minute adjustments, wanting to be perfect for the man she’ll be pleasing tonight. He kept his eyes on the road and tried not to interrupt her ritual. Eventually he can’t help but inquire. “Do you have any idea what his plans are tonight Mistress?” She just turned to her slave husband and smiled. Mick returned his attention to the road.
The car was parked on the curb. Mick stepped out and opened the door for his owner. She was exceptional as always but not for him. They got to the door to be greeted by Him. He smiled and stepped out onto the front porch and toe to toe to Molly. Those crimson lips grinned while she looked up at Him. His arm moved around her lower back, and then dropped it to her ass. He gave it a firm squeeze and pulled her body tight enough to feel her tits pressed up against his chest. The other hand moved to her hair gripping ropes of hair. He lowered to her neck and kissed softly on her skin, and then kissed again higher, on her cheek and whispers loud enough for Mick to hear “You smell amazing.”
They stood there and kissed for several minutes. It was still light out, people were working on their yard, kids were playing in the streets, someone was walking their dog. All the while He was kissing Molly in front of her husband. No one was paying more attention to their uninterested audience then Mick was. Did they know? Did they suspect? Every time someone glanced that way he was certain they must know exactly what was happening.
After He was satisfied He escorted Mick and Molly inside. Molly and Him of course immediately took place on His couch. She was brought to His lap and His hands wasted no time rediscovering her body. Mick took to the cupboards and selected a bottle of wine, he did so quietly so as to not disturb his wife. Molly was much to busy grinding herself across His thigh to notice the filled glasses placed on the coffee table. Her sweater was already pulled up and His teeth were clenching her nipple. Her fingernails drove into His shoulders when the pain shook through her body.
He knew the answer before he asked “Do you want to suck on me slut?” Molly nodded and immediately dropped one hand from His shoulder, raking over His chest and down into His lap. He kissed her again. He gripped her wrist and stopped her “Did you want to feel me inside your slit?” Another question unnecessary to ask but He did anyway, and Molly of course was only to happy to answer. Her hand strained for His pants again. He grinned and kissed her cheek again “I can give you both.” This caught Molly just slightly off guard, she sat back waiting for her lover to explain. Instead He stood. As He walked away He glanced to the nearly forgotten Mick “If you want to fuck my woman, you’ll need to take off your pants.”
He took something from the hall closet, on His return the slave was already working on his cock cage “Leave it, I only said your pants.” He places the box on the table and began opening it. “If she wanted the cock she was married to she wouldn’t be here would she?” Molly had stood to see what the box held, wrapping her arm around His waist and placed her hand on His bulge and gave a pleading squeeze. Mick just looked to the floor. A kiss was placed on Molly’s head “I got this special kit last week, and made something for you. Well, for Mick. For you.”
She looked up “Oh?” and He nodded. “It’s a kit to make a dildo replica of someone’s cock.. Mine in fact.” He pulled it out and Molly immediately took it and grinned “It’s a perfect match!” He reached in the box and pulled out a harness. She looked at Him confused “For me?” He grinned and shook his head turning around. “For your bitch.” Molly’s eyes lit up like a second Christmas. In no time Molly had Mick wearing the strap on, with a perfect replica of her Lovers shaft protruding just above his still caged tool. “Cheer up Mick, now your wife can have a cock that satisfies her, and you can fuck her without that cumming thing you have a nasty habit of doing.”
“I want it” Molly just blurted out, staring at the thing. He grinned slapped her ass playfully. “Get on the table you hungry slut.” She did without hesitation and shed her clothes as soon as she could. She scooted to the edge of the table and spread her legs, His hand quickly moved over her sex, grinding hard with his hand over her mound. She grabbed His shirt collar and pulled Him close for a deep kiss. When their lips parted she spoke quietly “Let me have it.” He of course nodded and looked to her husband, certainly ashamed but how could he refuse. Her legs stayed wide while Mick gripped the only cock he could use and began rubbing the tip of it along her hungry sex.
While Mick was attempting to get used to the idea He moved to the other side of the table. Molly was intent on watching the sight of her husband using another mans cock on her. As it pushed into her He pushed her shoulder down, pinning tight He looked down at her “I did say we could do both now” Molly nodded and paused letting out an audible cooing noise, one hand moved to her clit swelling with excitement “It feels just like you..”
He reached for her thick hair and turned her head. His other hand released His belt and opened His jeans. He guided His length to her ruby lips and in turn she took no time to kiss along the bottom of it, and then lick back up to the swollen head. She let out another moan as Mick’s new cock was put to use. When her mouth opened He pulled and forced her mouth around Himself. She obeyed to the silent order and closed her mouth tight around the same tool moving in her pussy. Mick’s eyes were never taken off of the sight while he forced himself to continue. Her hair was pulled hard and she was forced far down His tool. She was dripping out over the impostor inside her with each thrust. “Spread her legs slave.” Mick of course obeyed. Dissatisfied He hooked His left arm behind Molly’s left leg and pulled hard, bringing that knee nearly to her shoulder. She let out a cry of discomfort into His meat, but it only excited Him more. The hand from the hooked arm gripped her breast on the same side and squeezed hard. His right hand held her in place by her hair while His hips moved, fucking her mouth.
Molly leaned forward and held the sun visor steady with her left hand. Her right carefully slid the crimson lip stick across her full lips. Her lips moved in the visor mirror, checking that she didn’t miss a spot.
“Slave sometimes I wonder why I bother, it never stays on long. Do you think men ever get tired of wearing my make up on their cock?” She grinned and looked to Mick.
“Considering how it gets there, I don’t think so Mistress.” Mick continued to focus on the road, staying silent while his wife made more last minute adjustments, wanting to be perfect for the man she’ll be pleasing tonight. He kept his eyes on the road and tried not to interrupt her ritual. Eventually he can’t help but inquire. “Do you have any idea what his plans are tonight Mistress?” She just turned to her slave husband and smiled. Mick returned his attention to the road.
The car was parked on the curb. Mick stepped out and opened the door for his owner. She was exceptional as always but not for him. They got to the door to be greeted by Him. He smiled and stepped out onto the front porch and toe to toe to Molly. Those crimson lips grinned while she looked up at Him. His arm moved around her lower back, and then dropped it to her ass. He gave it a firm squeeze and pulled her body tight enough to feel her tits pressed up against his chest. The other hand moved to her hair gripping ropes of hair. He lowered to her neck and kissed softly on her skin, and then kissed again higher, on her cheek and whispers loud enough for Mick to hear “You smell amazing.”
They stood there and kissed for several minutes. It was still light out, people were working on their yard, kids were playing in the streets, someone was walking their dog. All the while He was kissing Molly in front of her husband. No one was paying more attention to their uninterested audience then Mick was. Did they know? Did they suspect? Every time someone glanced that way he was certain they must know exactly what was happening.
After He was satisfied He escorted Mick and Molly inside. Molly and Him of course immediately took place on His couch. She was brought to His lap and His hands wasted no time rediscovering her body. Mick took to the cupboards and selected a bottle of wine, he did so quietly so as to not disturb his wife. Molly was much to busy grinding herself across His thigh to notice the filled glasses placed on the coffee table. Her sweater was already pulled up and His teeth were clenching her nipple. Her fingernails drove into His shoulders when the pain shook through her body.
He knew the answer before he asked “Do you want to suck on me slut?” Molly nodded and immediately dropped one hand from His shoulder, raking over His chest and down into His lap. He kissed her again. He gripped her wrist and stopped her “Did you want to feel me inside your slit?” Another question unnecessary to ask but He did anyway, and Molly of course was only to happy to answer. Her hand strained for His pants again. He grinned and kissed her cheek again “I can give you both.” This caught Molly just slightly off guard, she sat back waiting for her lover to explain. Instead He stood. As He walked away He glanced to the nearly forgotten Mick “If you want to fuck my woman, you’ll need to take off your pants.”
He took something from the hall closet, on His return the slave was already working on his cock cage “Leave it, I only said your pants.” He places the box on the table and began opening it. “If she wanted the cock she was married to she wouldn’t be here would she?” Molly had stood to see what the box held, wrapping her arm around His waist and placed her hand on His bulge and gave a pleading squeeze. Mick just looked to the floor. A kiss was placed on Molly’s head “I got this special kit last week, and made something for you. Well, for Mick. For you.”
She looked up “Oh?” and He nodded. “It’s a kit to make a dildo replica of someone’s cock.. Mine in fact.” He pulled it out and Molly immediately took it and grinned “It’s a perfect match!” He reached in the box and pulled out a harness. She looked at Him confused “For me?” He grinned and shook his head turning around. “For your bitch.” Molly’s eyes lit up like a second Christmas. In no time Molly had Mick wearing the strap on, with a perfect replica of her Lovers shaft protruding just above his still caged tool. “Cheer up Mick, now your wife can have a cock that satisfies her, and you can fuck her without that cumming thing you have a nasty habit of doing.”
“I want it” Molly just blurted out, staring at the thing. He grinned slapped her ass playfully. “Get on the table you hungry slut.” She did without hesitation and shed her clothes as soon as she could. She scooted to the edge of the table and spread her legs, His hand quickly moved over her sex, grinding hard with his hand over her mound. She grabbed His shirt collar and pulled Him close for a deep kiss. When their lips parted she spoke quietly “Let me have it.” He of course nodded and looked to her husband, certainly ashamed but how could he refuse. Her legs stayed wide while Mick gripped the only cock he could use and began rubbing the tip of it along her hungry sex.
While Mick was attempting to get used to the idea He moved to the other side of the table. Molly was intent on watching the sight of her husband using another mans cock on her. As it pushed into her He pushed her shoulder down, pinning tight He looked down at her “I did say we could do both now” Molly nodded and paused letting out an audible cooing noise, one hand moved to her clit swelling with excitement “It feels just like you..”
He reached for her thick hair and turned her head. His other hand released His belt and opened His jeans. He guided His length to her ruby lips and in turn she took no time to kiss along the bottom of it, and then lick back up to the swollen head. She let out another moan as Mick’s new cock was put to use. When her mouth opened He pulled and forced her mouth around Himself. She obeyed to the silent order and closed her mouth tight around the same tool moving in her pussy. Mick’s eyes were never taken off of the sight while he forced himself to continue. Her hair was pulled hard and she was forced far down His tool. She was dripping out over the impostor inside her with each thrust. “Spread her legs slave.” Mick of course obeyed. Dissatisfied He hooked His left arm behind Molly’s left leg and pulled hard, bringing that knee nearly to her shoulder. She let out a cry of discomfort into His meat, but it only excited Him more. The hand from the hooked arm gripped her breast on the same side and squeezed hard. His right hand held her in place by her hair while His hips moved, fucking her mouth.
Friday, January 14, 2011
New Story, Thoughts on Long Distance
*small update at 4:09 due to not noticing things didn't paste right from word to blogster. If the ending of the story didn't make sense before try now*
I was asked in an e-mail yesterday about long distance relationships. How you could trust someone who you never met in person. This is an excerpt from my reply. A new story follows, scroll down to skip ahead.
I pulled the car into the are of the parking lot you instructed. I stepped out and locked the car, and waited for you to get off work. By the time you did I managed to climb onto the trunk, and was kicking my feet in the air when I saw you. You always had such a determined walk, and boots that sounded like hoof prints.
“Boo” I just barely managed to get out before your lips had taken mine. You grabbed my knee and spread it aside, making room for you to stand between them. A quick shriek let out when you bit my bottom lip, like you always do. I pass you the car keys and get your door, then rush to the other side so you don’t have to wait. The car starts and just after we hit the main road lit only by passing traffic you put your hand on my knee. Impatiently you start pulling my skirt up. I look at you trying to anticipate your mood, somehow knowing not to speak. Just before you grip my thigh so hard I can’t remain quiet is when I realize you had a bad day. I bite my lip to keep quiet but it doesn’t work, and it’s not long before I start whimpering, while trying to imagine how you’ll get over your bad day tonight. I hope you choose the paddle but I know if I ask, you’ll refuse just to spite me.
You let go of my leg after what seems like forever. I want so bad to rub it but your hand moves higher, searching for my panties. You never find them. You turn your head to look at me. The first time you have since you got in the car. I know your trying to read me, wondering why they’re not there. My legs open wider, and I can only hope your pleased.
You turn back to the road and pull your hand away. I put one hand over where you grabbed me and slowly rub it better. My gaze looks back and forth between the road and you, fearing your upset. I try to find the words, wondering if I made your day worse. Before I can apologize though, the car slows and pulls down a dirt road.
“Master?” The car stops slightly to the side, traffic still whizzing by on the main road. You step out of the car. Faaaan I know I’ve done it now. I expect you to pace or get your breath. I start thinking about what I’m going to say when you get in. I didn’t think it’d be so bad to go without panties, I wanted to surprise you. I damn near hit the roof when my door opens. I wasn’t paying attention again.
I swing both legs out and keep my eyes on the ground. You never step away so I can’t stand. I wait and you still don’t move. I breath in hard when I feel your hand stroke through my hair, and again when you grip it all tight in a fist. I look up finally expecting your hand across my face. Your not smiling but the smack never comes. Instead you pull me by my hair and force my cheek against a hard bulge trapped in denim. A huge weight is lifted instantly and my arms wrap around your legs, fighting your grip just so I can rub my face against your covered tool. Damn I hate it when you make me panic like that.
I kiss your hardened bulge and lift my hand to your belt but before I make it you step back and pull me into the cold air. God it hurts when you do that. My bodies nearly thrown over the side of the car, my hands just barely making it to the hood before my body. The heat from the engine was so much warmer then the night, even if your hand hadn’t been around my neck I’d of clung to it. My skirt pulled up and my eyelids closed. I was almost sure no one driving by at 50 miles an hour would notice, but I didn’t want to see if I was wrong.
I spread my feet as far apart as I could, I know I’d regret it if I didn’t. My Master was many things, but not patient. Your hands hurt when they squeezed my ass, you lifted my hips higher and then pulled your hand away. A heartbeat later I could feel the head of your shaft pushing against the back of me. My body stayed in place for you to do with as you please, and you pushed it inside me slowly. You were taking your time, I thought it was to tease me. Each stroke lasted an eternity and all I could do was whimper.
You pulled it away from me and I turned my head, anticipating your need. Panic shook my body when I felt your tip against my tighter hole. “Master please please no.” I felt the sting of your hand on my ass and you pushed me harder against the car and your words “Shut it whore” burned my ears. I had to risk it though “Please Master I’ll be good” I tried not to sob as you leaned into my legs, pinning me “Master I’ll give you anything, please just don” Your hand cut my words off at my throat and I turned away again. I knew it would happen and there was nothing to be done. I closed my eyes tight and tried not to fight it. My legs strained as you entered me, and your hand moved to my shoulder. I hugged the car the best I could while the heat radiated against my chest. My heart was racing. All I could do was focus on my breathing as you split me open.
Inhale. God it hurt. Exhale. Be good for Master. Inhale. “Mm.. your so tight” Exhale. Why’d you have to choose just then to speak! Inhale. He loves me. Exhale. I want this.
It continued like that for me for some time. I can never tell if it’s better when your fast or slow. I could hear your ragged breath getting heavier. Just when I push the rest of the world out of my mind another car goes by. I want to scream but too scared. I can feel the tear stains rubbing against my skin while you finish.
After your release you nearly collapse on me and I smile. Somehow the weight of you against me makes it all better. Trapped between a hot car and my Master, ass sore I still couldn’t be more content. Just one kiss on my neck makes me melt. My whole body hurts but I’m more. I can practically feel your pleasure radiate through me, and it makes me smile. You push off of me and while you stand I quickly wipe my eyes before turning to face you. You put my skirt back down and I turn, hugging you tight and putting a patch of kisses on your shirt, rubbing them in with my cheek. Your arms grip my body and I know I’m where I belong.
“You have until we get home to cum, or you‘ll wait a week” I look up and nod, and stretch up to kiss your cheek with a quiet “Thank you Master.” I let go of you and get to my car door. You go to the other side, get in, buckle your seat belt, and start the car before unlocking my door. I take my seat and start to my task. Just when I wonder if your completely heartless your hand falls on my knee. I love you.
I was asked in an e-mail yesterday about long distance relationships. How you could trust someone who you never met in person. This is an excerpt from my reply. A new story follows, scroll down to skip ahead.
This story is different then most. slave asked and begged and pleaded that I rewrite one of her stories and release it. She's been unusually well behaved lately so I agreed as a reward for her good behavior. That said it is not in my nature to write from a female slaves perspective. I'm sure there'll be a post on her blog with the original. By the way, fan is a Swedish curse word, at least she uses it as one. faaaan is just stretching the word out. Pay attention, there's a quiz later.Yes we did meet in the cyber world. The virtual world of Second Life in fact. In the virtual world she was a gothic stripper and I was a demon bouncer. Obviously a strong begining to any ideal relationship right? You are right though, it is difficult to judge how much you can really know someone without meeting them. I find the biggest flaw you never see how they interact with others. Not that they might be hustling you, but certainly I act different around close friends vs family vs strangers and more importantly how I'd act in front of your friends family and etc. Those interactions can show you a side of someone you don't get when you're out with someone in real life. At the same time though the anonymity that technology provides I feel opens up and gets you to the root of a person faster then in real life. An honest person anyway. Liars exist in both places. As an example look at all the blog posters. I feel comfortable saying most of these people would tell another person online things they might not ever tell someone in real life, and certainly not on their first encounter. I seem to of goten carried away. As for (Name Removed) though keep in mind there are liars you'll encounter both in real life and long distance. Closing off long distance wont get rid of that possibility. At the same time don't be stupid. Being long distance and talking for forever is no excuse to drop your guard the first time you go over to another persons house for the first time. Follow all the safeties you would if you just met them.
I pulled the car into the are of the parking lot you instructed. I stepped out and locked the car, and waited for you to get off work. By the time you did I managed to climb onto the trunk, and was kicking my feet in the air when I saw you. You always had such a determined walk, and boots that sounded like hoof prints.
“Boo” I just barely managed to get out before your lips had taken mine. You grabbed my knee and spread it aside, making room for you to stand between them. A quick shriek let out when you bit my bottom lip, like you always do. I pass you the car keys and get your door, then rush to the other side so you don’t have to wait. The car starts and just after we hit the main road lit only by passing traffic you put your hand on my knee. Impatiently you start pulling my skirt up. I look at you trying to anticipate your mood, somehow knowing not to speak. Just before you grip my thigh so hard I can’t remain quiet is when I realize you had a bad day. I bite my lip to keep quiet but it doesn’t work, and it’s not long before I start whimpering, while trying to imagine how you’ll get over your bad day tonight. I hope you choose the paddle but I know if I ask, you’ll refuse just to spite me.
You let go of my leg after what seems like forever. I want so bad to rub it but your hand moves higher, searching for my panties. You never find them. You turn your head to look at me. The first time you have since you got in the car. I know your trying to read me, wondering why they’re not there. My legs open wider, and I can only hope your pleased.
You turn back to the road and pull your hand away. I put one hand over where you grabbed me and slowly rub it better. My gaze looks back and forth between the road and you, fearing your upset. I try to find the words, wondering if I made your day worse. Before I can apologize though, the car slows and pulls down a dirt road.
“Master?” The car stops slightly to the side, traffic still whizzing by on the main road. You step out of the car. Faaaan I know I’ve done it now. I expect you to pace or get your breath. I start thinking about what I’m going to say when you get in. I didn’t think it’d be so bad to go without panties, I wanted to surprise you. I damn near hit the roof when my door opens. I wasn’t paying attention again.
I swing both legs out and keep my eyes on the ground. You never step away so I can’t stand. I wait and you still don’t move. I breath in hard when I feel your hand stroke through my hair, and again when you grip it all tight in a fist. I look up finally expecting your hand across my face. Your not smiling but the smack never comes. Instead you pull me by my hair and force my cheek against a hard bulge trapped in denim. A huge weight is lifted instantly and my arms wrap around your legs, fighting your grip just so I can rub my face against your covered tool. Damn I hate it when you make me panic like that.
I kiss your hardened bulge and lift my hand to your belt but before I make it you step back and pull me into the cold air. God it hurts when you do that. My bodies nearly thrown over the side of the car, my hands just barely making it to the hood before my body. The heat from the engine was so much warmer then the night, even if your hand hadn’t been around my neck I’d of clung to it. My skirt pulled up and my eyelids closed. I was almost sure no one driving by at 50 miles an hour would notice, but I didn’t want to see if I was wrong.
I spread my feet as far apart as I could, I know I’d regret it if I didn’t. My Master was many things, but not patient. Your hands hurt when they squeezed my ass, you lifted my hips higher and then pulled your hand away. A heartbeat later I could feel the head of your shaft pushing against the back of me. My body stayed in place for you to do with as you please, and you pushed it inside me slowly. You were taking your time, I thought it was to tease me. Each stroke lasted an eternity and all I could do was whimper.
You pulled it away from me and I turned my head, anticipating your need. Panic shook my body when I felt your tip against my tighter hole. “Master please please no.” I felt the sting of your hand on my ass and you pushed me harder against the car and your words “Shut it whore” burned my ears. I had to risk it though “Please Master I’ll be good” I tried not to sob as you leaned into my legs, pinning me “Master I’ll give you anything, please just don” Your hand cut my words off at my throat and I turned away again. I knew it would happen and there was nothing to be done. I closed my eyes tight and tried not to fight it. My legs strained as you entered me, and your hand moved to my shoulder. I hugged the car the best I could while the heat radiated against my chest. My heart was racing. All I could do was focus on my breathing as you split me open.
Inhale. God it hurt. Exhale. Be good for Master. Inhale. “Mm.. your so tight” Exhale. Why’d you have to choose just then to speak! Inhale. He loves me. Exhale. I want this.
It continued like that for me for some time. I can never tell if it’s better when your fast or slow. I could hear your ragged breath getting heavier. Just when I push the rest of the world out of my mind another car goes by. I want to scream but too scared. I can feel the tear stains rubbing against my skin while you finish.
After your release you nearly collapse on me and I smile. Somehow the weight of you against me makes it all better. Trapped between a hot car and my Master, ass sore I still couldn’t be more content. Just one kiss on my neck makes me melt. My whole body hurts but I’m more. I can practically feel your pleasure radiate through me, and it makes me smile. You push off of me and while you stand I quickly wipe my eyes before turning to face you. You put my skirt back down and I turn, hugging you tight and putting a patch of kisses on your shirt, rubbing them in with my cheek. Your arms grip my body and I know I’m where I belong.
“You have until we get home to cum, or you‘ll wait a week” I look up and nod, and stretch up to kiss your cheek with a quiet “Thank you Master.” I let go of you and get to my car door. You go to the other side, get in, buckle your seat belt, and start the car before unlocking my door. I take my seat and start to my task. Just when I wonder if your completely heartless your hand falls on my knee. I love you.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Mick Molly and Me
I had read maybe 3 blogs from Mick and Molly over at Under Contract To My Wife and was inspired by one of those posts to write a fictional story with them as characters. To any who believe I did not portray them accurately I'd like to remind that I don't know that well yet. Frankly I'd be happy if this was anything like them. I used my slave as the inspiration for the most part, thinking what she would do were she Molly and took it from there. The first part was more for me as a jumping off point. If you want to skip straight to the action scroll down to where you see a big gap. It reads just fine straight from there. I would also like to point out I did have both Mike and Molly's consent before doing this.
Enjoy. Comments welcome.
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The phone rings. Without thought you answered it “Collins residence.”
“Put your wife on the phone” answered back a commanding voice. A submissive inspired ripple rushes through your body.
“Yes Sir” is your trained reply. You could hear traffic from my side but no other clues. You we all had plans together later that night, hours from now, and thought I might be pushing it back. You found your Mistress in her office and handed the phone to her and whispered “It’s him.”
“Thank you slave” she took the phone from you and you could tell from the look on her face that she was just curious as you. She held the phone to her ear and turned away. You know she gets annoyed when you hover over her shoulder so you return to your chores, trying to put the phone call out of mind.
Hardly any time passes before your startled by her calling out for you. You were sure she’d be held up with me longer then that. You return to the office and find her absent until she called out again. You hope you wont be punished as you hurry to the voice calling from the bedroom. “Yes Mistress.”
“He’s rescheduled, we’re to be there in an hour.” Even the way she walked impressed you. Graceful and confident looking through the drawers and then the closet, at the same time you knew her well enough to know when she was on alert. She was like a deer who knew it’d fallen in the hunters sights. “Get my shower ready”
“Yes Mistress” You stepped into the bathroom and started the water, waiting a minute before checking it. After a few more adjustments you announce it’s ready. Her hand on your shoulder startles you.
“And don’t ever make me call for you twice again” you inhale slightly more then normal at the sight of her naked form as she steps under the water. Even watching her bathe is breathtaking in your eyes, “No of course not. Any special instructions tonight?”
“You’re to wear your device” she mentions casually while white suds follow the curves of her body from her breasts down to her ankles “and fetch our collars.” She looks at you while water slides down her body and gives you a rather stern look “Did you think I meant tomorrow slave?” You snap out of it and apologize.
“I’m sorry Mistress.” You turn from your goddess and go to the closet, moving aside the coats to reveal the section reserved for items hidden from potential casual observers. You open a box and start wondering what may be in store for you tonight if anything. You ran your finger over the cock cage and went to the bed.
While putting it on you immediately hoped you’d be free of it later tonight. The pattern of water falling changed. You locked it in place and your terrycloth clad Mistress approaches. She reaches out and grips your locked up package to double check it, giving it a tug. “Mmm.. Good boy” You whimper softly because that’s all it takes to make you strain against the metal, and begin your discomfort. “Go wash up.”
The not quite warm water almost takes your mind off your trappings. When your done and you step out your welcomed to the sight of your Owners bare ass, and all the work the slightly chilling water did is undone. A black garter belt is covered by the hem of a remarkably short dress and is adjusted by her fidgeting hands. She turns to face you “How do I look?”
“Like the most beautiful slut I’ve ever seen... Mistress” She grins wide, happily taking the compliment. “I’m sure he will be pleased” you add while going to the dresser. You remove 2 leather collars from the top shelf, one brown one black, and both made from modified belts I once wore. Molly held her hair aside and you secure it around her neck. While her hair falls you work on your own. She turns and stares at you, and laughs softly at the sight of you in nothing but a collar and cock cage.
“Get dressed slave. If you make me late and get me in trouble, I’ll assure you, you’ll take the worse of it.” You nod and quickly go about getting dressed in jeans and a t-shirt while your wife applies her make up.
You park the car on the curb and looks confused at your Mistress, wondering why my car isn’t there. “Isn’t he home?”
“No, we’re to wait for him inside.” You nod, this isn’t out of the ordinary. You both get out of the car and look around while you walk to the front door. You notice a neighbor down the street eyeing your general direction with a look that convinces you he knows what happens in my house. You look away while your Mistress opens the door with the key she’d been given. As per the house rules you remove your shoes. You both find your way to my couch and just count the minutes. It’s another twenty minutes before I arrive, but a worthwhile investment if it saved you from a potential punishment.
The door creaks when it’s pushed open and my heavy boot steps fall across the hardwood floor, the door closed behind me. Before you both can finish getting up I’m in the adjoining kitchen and empty my pockets. With a clank my badge, cuffs, and keys hit the counter. I turn and your wife is standing, looking up at me, my eyes inspecting her attire. Not taking my eyes off her “Get my drink” you know from past experience this means you, and you walk to the cupboard and get to making whiskey on the rocks.
“I take it court didn’t go well Master?” Only when she speaks to me does she ever sound at all timid to your ears. You stand to my side an hold out the glass “Sir.” I reach for it and take a sip. With my other hand I reach and take hold of her collar “No, fucking DA.” I pull your wife toward me and put my lips to hers, leaving with a bite on her bottom lip. I take another drink and put the glass on the counter. I pull her by the collar again and push the front of her body against the counter, trapping her their with my body behind her. My hand strikes her ass hard enough to make you wince just standing there. I pull at the skirt, bunching it up in my hand to make it lift. I lean down towards her ear, whispering but loud enough for you to hear “It’s why I needed you here early, I needed my woman for some relief”
She stood still, hands clenching the edge of the counter searching for words “I’m glad to be of assistance Master.” The hem of the skirt finally lifted high enough to reveal her rear. My large hand moves over her soft skin, reaching between her legs he pulls, spreading her legs further apart. I barely acknowledge your presence “Slave” I snap my fingers and point to the ground in front of her. You stall for a moment negotiating the position. I slap her ass again “Make some room toy.” Your Mistress moves her leg aside long enough for you to sit down. Before you settle “Back to the counter” you adjust and press your back to the counter wall. I put a hand on either side of her legs, and slowly drag them up to her hips. “Hands here.” You are more then happy to oblige replacing my hands with yours.
I step away and walk to the closet, or so you estimate from my boots. Your sights instead focused on your Mistress’ sex. You pull gently and reach guiding her lips to your, kissing softly and dragging your tongue over one side and then the other. I return behind her and whisper softly in her ear. She grabs the back of your hair and clenches tight catching you off guard. While you gasp forced keep your position. I kneel briefly, reach between her legs. Out of the corner of your eye you can see my hand reaching for your collar, clipping one end of a leash around your collar, and then stand again. Her hand lets go of you and one of your hands move below your neck, feeling out the leash. I kiss your wife on the cheek and run the leash over her left shoulder and put it in her right hand. “Give it a try”
She nods and gives the leash a good tug, and before you can notice her hand is moving your face is forced back into her soft flower petals and she lets out a satisfying whimper. I slip both of her shoulder straps off her arms and pull down the front of her dress, revealing her breasts in a strapless shelf bra I’d picked out for her on a shopping trip a few weeks back. I move my hands around the sides of her breasts and she pulls again on the leash, putting you back to work again. My lips kiss along her shoulder and then her neck, sucking softly on her pale skin. One of my boots push her legs further apart, forcing her to lower her body, forcing her sweet slit to grind harder against you. I grip her breasts tight, trimmed fingernails dig into your wife’s skin, pulling her back against me. I claw madly over her chests while you work at your queen, greedily tasting all she has to offer. My lips move up her neck and nip at the end of her ear lobe, moans of pleasure echoing off the walls, creating an acoustic masterpiece. It isn’t much longer before those moans turn into a plea.
“Master… please…” I grip her breasts tighter and “Please what?” not letting her off easy. I pinch her nipple hard “Master please let your slut cum…” practically screaming it out. I pause a few more seconds, to her their hours, before answer “Yes slut.. Cum.” With a moan and a hard pull of the leash she releases over you. She practically forgets about you in her ecstasy, your tapping on her leg reminds her when the waves of her orgasm subside she loosens the pull on your leash letting you breath easy.
I grin, pull on her hair and force her head back “I spoil you.” He releases her hair and smack her ass again “Upstairs, now.” She shifts her feet and adjusts the grip on the leash. The first few steps take a moment while regaining her land legs. Her dress falls to the ground without the aid of the shoulder straps, she bends to grab it and I smack her ass again “Leave it, I said upstairs.” she jumps and spits out another ‘Yes Master.’ She steps out of the dress and wastes no more time climbing the stairs, something you find doubly hard on all fours led by the leash. I retrieve my cuffs from the counter and down the rest of the amber liquid before catching up to the slave convoy headed for my bedroom.
Upstairs your led into my bedroom. There’s the wood chair set out as it often is for you. She leads you to it and you take a seat. She reaches for the end of the leash but is interrupted “Leave it woman.” She drops the handle and looks to me nervous. I point to the edge of the bed “Sit” and she obeys. I walk behind you and suddenly gain your full attention. “Hands behind the chair” there is a concerning look you give to your Mistress but she nods and you obey, placing your arms as far back as you can behind the chair. One cuff ratchets around your right wrist, then the other. I take the leash and run the slack around both your elbows and tie it off. I stand and leave you, approaching your wife again. “I thought he might enjoy being more restrained.”
She smiles and nods “Yes Master.” I take her hand and lift it to my belt, quickly taking the hint she opens it, and places a hand over the growing bulge in my pants. “Don’t fucking tease, I’m ran out of patience at work” she nods and lowers my zipper. I grin at you while she frees my cock, gripping firmly before closing her lips over the tip of it. “You married a smart woman slave, she knows not to keep my hard cock waiting.” I turn back to her and grip her hair, guiding her down my shaft and then back up. Her hands move to my ass, squeezing through my pants “mm.. she’s a hungry slut too.” If I’d bothered to look I’m sure she would be blushing, while pushing the tip of my meat as far back as she can manage. I pull her head back again and there’s even a small stain of dribble from the corner of her mouth. I grin looks down, and wipe it away with my thumb, moving it across her lips “Eager whore. Ass up” She moves without hesitation, turning over to her knees, slightly facing you.
I move behind her and grip her ass again, then move my hand over her hot sex, squeezing and inspecting her body. I push my fingers into her finding her more then a little in heat. I guide my cock to the back of her slit and rub the purple head along the back of her womanhood, taking breaks to slide my fingers around the top of her slit. I tease her clit slowly, adding to the quiet pleading she can’t help but make. “Molly I’ll give you a choice tonight. If you want you can have your husbands cock.” She pauses and mutters something quietly. “I didn’t catch that.. What’d you say” I can’t help but tease. She opens her eyes and blurts out “I don’t want his, I want your cock please fuck me Master!”
I grin and grab her shoulder tight and push inside of her, pulling her body back towards me. I stifle a quiet breath of pleasure and begin a rhythmic movement. Repeatedly my hand falls across her ass every time her hips drop as a reminder to keep them high. Eventually I get fed up “Slut if you don’t keep your pussy up I’m gonna fuck your ass instead.” That was the last time I had to remind her that night. Just as I was thinking about how much more eager she is knowing the consequence of failure I glance at you. After a few more strokes I stop, much to your wife’s obvious protest. “It’s like the dog watching me fuck” You blush and look down. I walk to the a bag on my dresser “open his pants.”
This quickly gets your attention, but she doesn’t argue, ready to throw in a penalty flag if needed but for now obeys. I come back with a thin long chain with a clip at either end. I hand one end to her “put this on his cage” she obeys, being extra careful not to pinch any skin where it counts. I snatch her hair and lay her back down on the bed, clipping the other end to her collar. “Stay.” I get up and return to you in the chair, stepping behind you and place a blindfold over your eyes. “That’s better.” You hear me step back towards the bed. In darkness you can hear your wife moan for me again, and for the rest of the night each and every time she moves while we fuck a chain tugs reminding you of what your not allowed.
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The phone rings. Without thought you answered it “Collins residence.”
“Put your wife on the phone” answered back a commanding voice. A submissive inspired ripple rushes through your body.
“Yes Sir” is your trained reply. You could hear traffic from my side but no other clues. You we all had plans together later that night, hours from now, and thought I might be pushing it back. You found your Mistress in her office and handed the phone to her and whispered “It’s him.”
“Thank you slave” she took the phone from you and you could tell from the look on her face that she was just curious as you. She held the phone to her ear and turned away. You know she gets annoyed when you hover over her shoulder so you return to your chores, trying to put the phone call out of mind.
Hardly any time passes before your startled by her calling out for you. You were sure she’d be held up with me longer then that. You return to the office and find her absent until she called out again. You hope you wont be punished as you hurry to the voice calling from the bedroom. “Yes Mistress.”
“He’s rescheduled, we’re to be there in an hour.” Even the way she walked impressed you. Graceful and confident looking through the drawers and then the closet, at the same time you knew her well enough to know when she was on alert. She was like a deer who knew it’d fallen in the hunters sights. “Get my shower ready”
“Yes Mistress” You stepped into the bathroom and started the water, waiting a minute before checking it. After a few more adjustments you announce it’s ready. Her hand on your shoulder startles you.
“And don’t ever make me call for you twice again” you inhale slightly more then normal at the sight of her naked form as she steps under the water. Even watching her bathe is breathtaking in your eyes, “No of course not. Any special instructions tonight?”
“You’re to wear your device” she mentions casually while white suds follow the curves of her body from her breasts down to her ankles “and fetch our collars.” She looks at you while water slides down her body and gives you a rather stern look “Did you think I meant tomorrow slave?” You snap out of it and apologize.
“I’m sorry Mistress.” You turn from your goddess and go to the closet, moving aside the coats to reveal the section reserved for items hidden from potential casual observers. You open a box and start wondering what may be in store for you tonight if anything. You ran your finger over the cock cage and went to the bed.
While putting it on you immediately hoped you’d be free of it later tonight. The pattern of water falling changed. You locked it in place and your terrycloth clad Mistress approaches. She reaches out and grips your locked up package to double check it, giving it a tug. “Mmm.. Good boy” You whimper softly because that’s all it takes to make you strain against the metal, and begin your discomfort. “Go wash up.”
The not quite warm water almost takes your mind off your trappings. When your done and you step out your welcomed to the sight of your Owners bare ass, and all the work the slightly chilling water did is undone. A black garter belt is covered by the hem of a remarkably short dress and is adjusted by her fidgeting hands. She turns to face you “How do I look?”
“Like the most beautiful slut I’ve ever seen... Mistress” She grins wide, happily taking the compliment. “I’m sure he will be pleased” you add while going to the dresser. You remove 2 leather collars from the top shelf, one brown one black, and both made from modified belts I once wore. Molly held her hair aside and you secure it around her neck. While her hair falls you work on your own. She turns and stares at you, and laughs softly at the sight of you in nothing but a collar and cock cage.
“Get dressed slave. If you make me late and get me in trouble, I’ll assure you, you’ll take the worse of it.” You nod and quickly go about getting dressed in jeans and a t-shirt while your wife applies her make up.
You park the car on the curb and looks confused at your Mistress, wondering why my car isn’t there. “Isn’t he home?”
“No, we’re to wait for him inside.” You nod, this isn’t out of the ordinary. You both get out of the car and look around while you walk to the front door. You notice a neighbor down the street eyeing your general direction with a look that convinces you he knows what happens in my house. You look away while your Mistress opens the door with the key she’d been given. As per the house rules you remove your shoes. You both find your way to my couch and just count the minutes. It’s another twenty minutes before I arrive, but a worthwhile investment if it saved you from a potential punishment.
The door creaks when it’s pushed open and my heavy boot steps fall across the hardwood floor, the door closed behind me. Before you both can finish getting up I’m in the adjoining kitchen and empty my pockets. With a clank my badge, cuffs, and keys hit the counter. I turn and your wife is standing, looking up at me, my eyes inspecting her attire. Not taking my eyes off her “Get my drink” you know from past experience this means you, and you walk to the cupboard and get to making whiskey on the rocks.
“I take it court didn’t go well Master?” Only when she speaks to me does she ever sound at all timid to your ears. You stand to my side an hold out the glass “Sir.” I reach for it and take a sip. With my other hand I reach and take hold of her collar “No, fucking DA.” I pull your wife toward me and put my lips to hers, leaving with a bite on her bottom lip. I take another drink and put the glass on the counter. I pull her by the collar again and push the front of her body against the counter, trapping her their with my body behind her. My hand strikes her ass hard enough to make you wince just standing there. I pull at the skirt, bunching it up in my hand to make it lift. I lean down towards her ear, whispering but loud enough for you to hear “It’s why I needed you here early, I needed my woman for some relief”
She stood still, hands clenching the edge of the counter searching for words “I’m glad to be of assistance Master.” The hem of the skirt finally lifted high enough to reveal her rear. My large hand moves over her soft skin, reaching between her legs he pulls, spreading her legs further apart. I barely acknowledge your presence “Slave” I snap my fingers and point to the ground in front of her. You stall for a moment negotiating the position. I slap her ass again “Make some room toy.” Your Mistress moves her leg aside long enough for you to sit down. Before you settle “Back to the counter” you adjust and press your back to the counter wall. I put a hand on either side of her legs, and slowly drag them up to her hips. “Hands here.” You are more then happy to oblige replacing my hands with yours.
I step away and walk to the closet, or so you estimate from my boots. Your sights instead focused on your Mistress’ sex. You pull gently and reach guiding her lips to your, kissing softly and dragging your tongue over one side and then the other. I return behind her and whisper softly in her ear. She grabs the back of your hair and clenches tight catching you off guard. While you gasp forced keep your position. I kneel briefly, reach between her legs. Out of the corner of your eye you can see my hand reaching for your collar, clipping one end of a leash around your collar, and then stand again. Her hand lets go of you and one of your hands move below your neck, feeling out the leash. I kiss your wife on the cheek and run the leash over her left shoulder and put it in her right hand. “Give it a try”
She nods and gives the leash a good tug, and before you can notice her hand is moving your face is forced back into her soft flower petals and she lets out a satisfying whimper. I slip both of her shoulder straps off her arms and pull down the front of her dress, revealing her breasts in a strapless shelf bra I’d picked out for her on a shopping trip a few weeks back. I move my hands around the sides of her breasts and she pulls again on the leash, putting you back to work again. My lips kiss along her shoulder and then her neck, sucking softly on her pale skin. One of my boots push her legs further apart, forcing her to lower her body, forcing her sweet slit to grind harder against you. I grip her breasts tight, trimmed fingernails dig into your wife’s skin, pulling her back against me. I claw madly over her chests while you work at your queen, greedily tasting all she has to offer. My lips move up her neck and nip at the end of her ear lobe, moans of pleasure echoing off the walls, creating an acoustic masterpiece. It isn’t much longer before those moans turn into a plea.
“Master… please…” I grip her breasts tighter and “Please what?” not letting her off easy. I pinch her nipple hard “Master please let your slut cum…” practically screaming it out. I pause a few more seconds, to her their hours, before answer “Yes slut.. Cum.” With a moan and a hard pull of the leash she releases over you. She practically forgets about you in her ecstasy, your tapping on her leg reminds her when the waves of her orgasm subside she loosens the pull on your leash letting you breath easy.
I grin, pull on her hair and force her head back “I spoil you.” He releases her hair and smack her ass again “Upstairs, now.” She shifts her feet and adjusts the grip on the leash. The first few steps take a moment while regaining her land legs. Her dress falls to the ground without the aid of the shoulder straps, she bends to grab it and I smack her ass again “Leave it, I said upstairs.” she jumps and spits out another ‘Yes Master.’ She steps out of the dress and wastes no more time climbing the stairs, something you find doubly hard on all fours led by the leash. I retrieve my cuffs from the counter and down the rest of the amber liquid before catching up to the slave convoy headed for my bedroom.
Upstairs your led into my bedroom. There’s the wood chair set out as it often is for you. She leads you to it and you take a seat. She reaches for the end of the leash but is interrupted “Leave it woman.” She drops the handle and looks to me nervous. I point to the edge of the bed “Sit” and she obeys. I walk behind you and suddenly gain your full attention. “Hands behind the chair” there is a concerning look you give to your Mistress but she nods and you obey, placing your arms as far back as you can behind the chair. One cuff ratchets around your right wrist, then the other. I take the leash and run the slack around both your elbows and tie it off. I stand and leave you, approaching your wife again. “I thought he might enjoy being more restrained.”
She smiles and nods “Yes Master.” I take her hand and lift it to my belt, quickly taking the hint she opens it, and places a hand over the growing bulge in my pants. “Don’t fucking tease, I’m ran out of patience at work” she nods and lowers my zipper. I grin at you while she frees my cock, gripping firmly before closing her lips over the tip of it. “You married a smart woman slave, she knows not to keep my hard cock waiting.” I turn back to her and grip her hair, guiding her down my shaft and then back up. Her hands move to my ass, squeezing through my pants “mm.. she’s a hungry slut too.” If I’d bothered to look I’m sure she would be blushing, while pushing the tip of my meat as far back as she can manage. I pull her head back again and there’s even a small stain of dribble from the corner of her mouth. I grin looks down, and wipe it away with my thumb, moving it across her lips “Eager whore. Ass up” She moves without hesitation, turning over to her knees, slightly facing you.
I move behind her and grip her ass again, then move my hand over her hot sex, squeezing and inspecting her body. I push my fingers into her finding her more then a little in heat. I guide my cock to the back of her slit and rub the purple head along the back of her womanhood, taking breaks to slide my fingers around the top of her slit. I tease her clit slowly, adding to the quiet pleading she can’t help but make. “Molly I’ll give you a choice tonight. If you want you can have your husbands cock.” She pauses and mutters something quietly. “I didn’t catch that.. What’d you say” I can’t help but tease. She opens her eyes and blurts out “I don’t want his, I want your cock please fuck me Master!”
I grin and grab her shoulder tight and push inside of her, pulling her body back towards me. I stifle a quiet breath of pleasure and begin a rhythmic movement. Repeatedly my hand falls across her ass every time her hips drop as a reminder to keep them high. Eventually I get fed up “Slut if you don’t keep your pussy up I’m gonna fuck your ass instead.” That was the last time I had to remind her that night. Just as I was thinking about how much more eager she is knowing the consequence of failure I glance at you. After a few more strokes I stop, much to your wife’s obvious protest. “It’s like the dog watching me fuck” You blush and look down. I walk to the a bag on my dresser “open his pants.”
This quickly gets your attention, but she doesn’t argue, ready to throw in a penalty flag if needed but for now obeys. I come back with a thin long chain with a clip at either end. I hand one end to her “put this on his cage” she obeys, being extra careful not to pinch any skin where it counts. I snatch her hair and lay her back down on the bed, clipping the other end to her collar. “Stay.” I get up and return to you in the chair, stepping behind you and place a blindfold over your eyes. “That’s better.” You hear me step back towards the bed. In darkness you can hear your wife moan for me again, and for the rest of the night each and every time she moves while we fuck a chain tugs reminding you of what your not allowed.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Slave Love Taken for Granted
So there was some tension the other day between the slave and I. By tension I mean she upset me in a way that wasn't her fault directly, but was her doing. I try not to punish unless I have a reason to. And I do mean punish. By all means if you have a desire to grab your slave and beat them do so but we all know the difference between a punishment and a funishment if you will.
Something I had discussed with her before is stepping up how mean I am. She seems to think I'm pretty mean as is, I don't. In the past I had noticed that sometimes she relied heavily on fundamental parts of our relationship to get her through the tough times. In this example saying "I love you." It seems that whenever I'd get angry or at the end of a punishment (or sometimes before) she would spit out "I love you" and I of course still loving her despite any unpleasantness responded in kind. This time I tried something different.
In addition to me being unpleasant for a bit, when she would say "I love you" I just wouldn't respond to it, act as if I didn't even hear it. This defiantly seemed to get the message across. Before it's like she could shrug off anything I did because that 'I love you' was still there. However just taking this simple phrase away for a little bit even without a true punishment drastically affected her, got my point across loud and clear without raising my voice, and had her correcting the problem.
So ultimately I'm left with the question of is there some boundaries that shouldn't be crossed despite effectiveness. I don't mean limits of what they don't like kink wise, but truly manipulative mind games. It's always something that seemed easy to do intentionally but I refrained from it (mostly, unless I was using it as a weapon) because, well.. it's a bitchy kind of move in most peoples book. Most BDSMers,myself included, stress above all else good communication is key.. does that necessarily go against intentionally playing mind games with your slave? Does it make a difference the motivation behind it?
Something I had discussed with her before is stepping up how mean I am. She seems to think I'm pretty mean as is, I don't. In the past I had noticed that sometimes she relied heavily on fundamental parts of our relationship to get her through the tough times. In this example saying "I love you." It seems that whenever I'd get angry or at the end of a punishment (or sometimes before) she would spit out "I love you" and I of course still loving her despite any unpleasantness responded in kind. This time I tried something different.
In addition to me being unpleasant for a bit, when she would say "I love you" I just wouldn't respond to it, act as if I didn't even hear it. This defiantly seemed to get the message across. Before it's like she could shrug off anything I did because that 'I love you' was still there. However just taking this simple phrase away for a little bit even without a true punishment drastically affected her, got my point across loud and clear without raising my voice, and had her correcting the problem.
So ultimately I'm left with the question of is there some boundaries that shouldn't be crossed despite effectiveness. I don't mean limits of what they don't like kink wise, but truly manipulative mind games. It's always something that seemed easy to do intentionally but I refrained from it (mostly, unless I was using it as a weapon) because, well.. it's a bitchy kind of move in most peoples book. Most BDSMers,myself included, stress above all else good communication is key.. does that necessarily go against intentionally playing mind games with your slave? Does it make a difference the motivation behind it?
Monday, January 10, 2011
Klown Erotica
I wasn't quite sure how to follow up a post as elegant as jalapeno juice vs cum but I'll try.
Klown Erotica.
While blog hopping today I discovered that there is a difference between Clown and Klown. Klowns are adult sex Clowns while Clowns remain innocent. The blog also went on about how C/Klown sex is much older then I thought, going far back to court jesters wearing big fake rubber dongs.
So I threw "Klown" into Google. Two links from the top sat http://www.klownerotika.com/. In truth I was expecting a trashy porn site. As it turns out it's a small gallery from a photography selling limited additions of his work. Some of these pictures are going for $650. I think the cheapest I saw was $350.
Now I'm not a a world renowned klown picture critic by any means, nor can I even say it's what I've invested much time looking into, but I think I'd be willing to say that if there has to be Klown Porn, this is the best way to do it.
If nothing, check it out for the hilarious shot of a clown named Ouchy butt fucking former president George W. At only $450 it could be a reasonable price.
Note: Navigate the the gallery by clicking columns of squares on the top right side of the picture.
Klown Erotica.
While blog hopping today I discovered that there is a difference between Clown and Klown. Klowns are adult sex Clowns while Clowns remain innocent. The blog also went on about how C/Klown sex is much older then I thought, going far back to court jesters wearing big fake rubber dongs.
So I threw "Klown" into Google. Two links from the top sat http://www.klownerotika.com/. In truth I was expecting a trashy porn site. As it turns out it's a small gallery from a photography selling limited additions of his work. Some of these pictures are going for $650. I think the cheapest I saw was $350.
Now I'm not a a world renowned klown picture critic by any means, nor can I even say it's what I've invested much time looking into, but I think I'd be willing to say that if there has to be Klown Porn, this is the best way to do it.
If nothing, check it out for the hilarious shot of a clown named Ouchy butt fucking former president George W. At only $450 it could be a reasonable price.
Note: Navigate the the gallery by clicking columns of squares on the top right side of the picture.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Jalapeno Juice vs Cum
Without going into the details of how this happened, I will say that today I got a rather large splash of jalapeno juice up my nose and in my eye. Frankly this sucked. It burned for fucking ever.
However I'm reminded of a time I was getting sucked off in my car by a girl we'll call Vallejo. She moved at the wrong moment and took all of my load straight up her left nostril. I found this hilarious, she did not. Was soooo much funnier when she sneezed... story for another time.
I have to ask everyone now though.. whats worse.. or which would you prefer. Jalapeno juice or cum straight up your nose.
However I'm reminded of a time I was getting sucked off in my car by a girl we'll call Vallejo. She moved at the wrong moment and took all of my load straight up her left nostril. I found this hilarious, she did not. Was soooo much funnier when she sneezed... story for another time.
I have to ask everyone now though.. whats worse.. or which would you prefer. Jalapeno juice or cum straight up your nose.
Rape-y vibe
Louis CK; a fantasticly hilarious comedian. One of his shows aired last night (Chewed Up) and I found the transcript online. I'm sure many BDSM fans can relate to this. Sidenote: I'm kinda proud I have a legit reason to put Rape and Comedy tags on the same blog post.
I remember one night, I was with a girl, I was 20 years old, I was already doing standup, and I did a show in Washington D.C. After the show one of the waitresses came back to my hotel room - she was really cute, and we were making out, in my hotel, and she's into it, she's humping me.
So I started to put my hand up her shirt, and she stops me. I'm like, uu, okay, so we're making out more, and I start putting my hand on her ass, and she stops me. So after a while, she went home, nothing happened.
And then the next night, I saw her at the club, and she goes, uh, hey, what happened last night?
I was like, *raises eyebrows, shrugs* what?
She goes, how come we didn't have sex?
I was like, 'cuz you didn't want to.
She's like, yes I did, I was totally into it.
I was like, w-why did you keep stopping me?
'Cos I wanted you to just go for it.
I was like, what does that mean?
She says, I'm kinda weird, I get turned on when a guy gets frustrated and just holds me down and fucks me. Like, that's a big turn-on for me.
I was like, well, you should've told me! I would have happily done that for you.
And she says, no, it has to feel real and dangerous.
Like, what are you, out of your fucking mind? You think I'm just gonna rape you, on the off-chance that, hopefully you're into that shit? *pauses, audience applauds* What kind of an idiot -- ooh, I'm kinda getting a rape-y vibe from this girl. I suspect she might enjoy being raped, maybe that's her thing. I don't want to ask 'cos that would ruin it, so, just take a shot and rape her, what the hell. What's the worst thing that could happen after all?
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Un Happiest Place on Earth pt 1
My house mate is in Disney world right now on vacation with her family. It reminded me of the only time I'd been to Disneyland.
Perhaps it was my fault for having a bad outlook to begin with. I'll accept I self sabotaged a potentially fun vacation by not getting in the spirit of things. I was (18-19?) and my sisters who are identical twins were (16-17?). My Mom announced that Grandma wanted to take the whole family to Disneyland, and sure enough my sisters jumped up and down like mad after a Kirby like gasp. I mentioned I wasn't really looking forward to it. Kristine gave me a stern stern look and said 'How can you *not* want to go to the happiest place on earth'. I hate to admit it, but she had a point, who wouldn't want to go to the happiest place on earth. At least I could look forward to the Indiana Jones ride, something I did sincerely want to try.
Airport was awesome. Hotel not as much. I did have high expectations seeing as it was the Hilton, but it wasn't all their fault. For some reason due to our ages my sisters and I had to be put in a 'compound room' which is 2 hotel rooms with their own hall doors, but there's a door connecting the 2 as well. This wall was extremely thin. Thinner then the ones at home. So instead of being on the complete opposite side of the house my sister were practically in the same room as me. This made intimat phone calls, porn watching, and getting away from my sisters quite impossible. The beginning of my frustrations.
My grandma panics easy, so to calm herself down, she OD'd on Tylenol the whole first 2 days without our knowledge. This made things hilarious to look back on, but made her more of a crazy old lady (who I love dearly, just being honest) which in turn made even getting on and off the bus difficult. Speaking of which, Grandma is in a wheelchair and has to use the special lift on the bus. She also doesn't trust anyone but me to help her. So I'm riding the lift up and down with her to keep her calm. Somehow, I swear it was planned, somehow, each and every time I loaded or unloaded Grandma from the lift the Indiana Jones song played on the Disneyland loud speakers. My whole family knowing I enjoyed Indiana Jones, tried to get me in the mood by pointing out I was like him. Yes. I was on a handicap lift in my fedora and that made me the special Olympics version of Indiana Jones.
I have to head to the shower now. Thought about scrapping it, but the slave insisted it was good, so if you don't like it, blame her in your comments and if there's enough I might beat her for it.
Perhaps it was my fault for having a bad outlook to begin with. I'll accept I self sabotaged a potentially fun vacation by not getting in the spirit of things. I was (18-19?) and my sisters who are identical twins were (16-17?). My Mom announced that Grandma wanted to take the whole family to Disneyland, and sure enough my sisters jumped up and down like mad after a Kirby like gasp. I mentioned I wasn't really looking forward to it. Kristine gave me a stern stern look and said 'How can you *not* want to go to the happiest place on earth'. I hate to admit it, but she had a point, who wouldn't want to go to the happiest place on earth. At least I could look forward to the Indiana Jones ride, something I did sincerely want to try.
Airport was awesome. Hotel not as much. I did have high expectations seeing as it was the Hilton, but it wasn't all their fault. For some reason due to our ages my sisters and I had to be put in a 'compound room' which is 2 hotel rooms with their own hall doors, but there's a door connecting the 2 as well. This wall was extremely thin. Thinner then the ones at home. So instead of being on the complete opposite side of the house my sister were practically in the same room as me. This made intimat phone calls, porn watching, and getting away from my sisters quite impossible. The beginning of my frustrations.
My grandma panics easy, so to calm herself down, she OD'd on Tylenol the whole first 2 days without our knowledge. This made things hilarious to look back on, but made her more of a crazy old lady (who I love dearly, just being honest) which in turn made even getting on and off the bus difficult. Speaking of which, Grandma is in a wheelchair and has to use the special lift on the bus. She also doesn't trust anyone but me to help her. So I'm riding the lift up and down with her to keep her calm. Somehow, I swear it was planned, somehow, each and every time I loaded or unloaded Grandma from the lift the Indiana Jones song played on the Disneyland loud speakers. My whole family knowing I enjoyed Indiana Jones, tried to get me in the mood by pointing out I was like him. Yes. I was on a handicap lift in my fedora and that made me the special Olympics version of Indiana Jones.
I have to head to the shower now. Thought about scrapping it, but the slave insisted it was good, so if you don't like it, blame her in your comments and if there's enough I might beat her for it.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Juggles 1
I was new to this place. It’s not a city, it’s not a town. It’s a place. A Census-Designated Place. A place with no mayor, with no cops to call it‘s own. A place that has twice in a single generation changed it’s name to stop the awful after taste that came with saying it. Still it’s residents were proud. It never ceases to amaze how strongly rats hold onto what little garbage they have. What pride they take in a broken, jobless, and crime flooded community. This is my new home. I liked it more before I started living here, but I can’t argue with my rent.
The sink was full of dirty dishes, I didn’t feel like cooking anyway. I go out to my truck and there’s a note stuck to my windshield, a full paragraph from my roommate asking me to pick up almond butter from the store if I’m going there. I’ve barely met the bitch once. Note was crumpled up in the trash as I pulled out from the carport.
This place wasn’t very big, just down the main road and I found my $5 dollar pizza. The shop isn’t much bigger then a roach motel, and I can feel the grease already starting to stick to my forehead. The girl who took my order said it’ll be 10 minutes so I step outside, the smog in the air is slightly easier to chew then the grease death trap.
Outside I use my cell phone to look at what I’ve managed to hold onto this month. With a long hesitation and a heavy sigh I transfer what I can from my pitiful savings account into the ashes of my checking account. I laugh to myself and simply think if I can make it until payday without eating or using gas I wont have anything to worry about. My personal joke is interrupted.
“Hey guy how’s it going?” I tuck my cell phone in my pocket. A woman appeared in front of me in a cheap grey outfit and gold heels. It looked like a suit but it wasn’t. I’m not one for fashion.
“Do you uhm have any extra few dollars or anything? I’m just trying to get something to feed my kids.” She wasn’t homeless. I know homeless. I’d been homeless. She probably picked up her check from social services and whichever client filled both her and her wallet the previous night. I didn’t have much, but I had enough to share. I offered to buy a pizza.
“Thank you but could you mm do one more thing? I need some uhm diapers for my baby, not much I promise and it’s just at the gas station there.” I thought about it, not knowing the cost of diapers, and as if she read my mind.
“They’re only three ninety-nine.” I felt like I was getting scammed, but I couldn’t stomach the thought of being wrong and having naked whore babies running around hungry. I’d gamble 10 bucks just to satisfy my conscious. I hadn’t given to anyone this month yet anyway and my pizza wasn’t ready. We walk across four lanes of open road made for commuters. The street people don’t have cars and it’s the off hours. Only a few people around getting gas.
Inside the gas station I watch her walking up and down the 10 foot long aisles as if she were actually looking when she knew where it was. I looked over my shoulder and two men outside the glass doors quickly looked away. I had company.
“They don’t have my babies size.. And they’re seven ninety-nine.”
“What?” I turned back to the whore and remembered why I was there. “What size is she?” I looked down, and laughed to myself when she did too to see for herself. Naturally they carried as low as size three, and both a beggar and a chooser, she insisted she needed size two. Ever so hardworking and respectful of what was a simple gift to save another in desperate times she offers to run to the store a few blocks east if I’d just give her the cash. I look to the cashier, a big sign saying no cash back. The diapers just happen to be next to the ATM. The ATM is a twenty buck minimum. I laughed and just shook my head.
She looked like she won the lottery playing me tonight. Her pimp was outside with extra muscle waiting. Too far from my truck. I decided to pay the twenty for tonight’s lesson. I knew I’d get it back. Even with me blocking the screen and outright telling her to take a step back she wouldn’t let up and made sure to get my pin. If they got my wallet too they wouldn’t get much, but it’d be a pain in the ass to replace. I had to play it nice and dumb. Hoping if I played along they’d settle for the twenty.
We left and I walked quickly back to the 4 empty lanes. She kept up. I asked her name.
“Debbie but the boy’s call me Ping.” I misheard her and asked her to repeat it hoping I’ve avoided a stolen wallet. “Ping. Like in golf.” I made a note to brush up on my game, I didn’t get the connection. I checked for oncoming traffic and made it back to the grease filled closet of a pizzeria.
I was about to collect my dinner and finally looked back. Ping was headed right back into the store. I’d been concerned and amused all through my dealings with her but it wasn’t until now that I got angry. I held the door open and just shook my head. On my way out I looked back again. She was walking North.
I walked back to my truck, and I just couldn’t shake it. I still don’t know why I couldn’t let it go. Maybe because up until that point, that single point, until that moment I didn’t have proof of her lying. Maybe I just see the best in people. I’m a nice guy. That must be it.
Pizza started to warm the back seat as my truck fired up. I really did live North. It wasn’t my fault. She should be going the other way. She saw me in my truck cab and waved. It’d of been rude to ignore her. I smiled and pulled over. Her pimp wasn’t around. She opened the passenger door and got in. Despite the rest of the night I was still surprised she didn’t ask first.
“Would you take me up the road a ways?” I just smiled all the more and agreed. She didn’t buckle her seat belt. That’s not very safe. You should always buckle your seat belt. A long straight road, most sped along it anyway. She didn’t care or notice when I floored it. She did pay attention when I started laughing. I was laughing a lot. I couldn’t help it. I tried stopping it at first but I couldn’t.
“What’s so damn funny?” My guest demanded an answer. I’ve obliged her so much this far why stop now. It took me a bit to stop my laughing enough to answer.
“Speed bump.”
She went up. She came down. Eyes stayed shut.
The sink was full of dirty dishes, I didn’t feel like cooking anyway. I go out to my truck and there’s a note stuck to my windshield, a full paragraph from my roommate asking me to pick up almond butter from the store if I’m going there. I’ve barely met the bitch once. Note was crumpled up in the trash as I pulled out from the carport.
This place wasn’t very big, just down the main road and I found my $5 dollar pizza. The shop isn’t much bigger then a roach motel, and I can feel the grease already starting to stick to my forehead. The girl who took my order said it’ll be 10 minutes so I step outside, the smog in the air is slightly easier to chew then the grease death trap.
Outside I use my cell phone to look at what I’ve managed to hold onto this month. With a long hesitation and a heavy sigh I transfer what I can from my pitiful savings account into the ashes of my checking account. I laugh to myself and simply think if I can make it until payday without eating or using gas I wont have anything to worry about. My personal joke is interrupted.
“Hey guy how’s it going?” I tuck my cell phone in my pocket. A woman appeared in front of me in a cheap grey outfit and gold heels. It looked like a suit but it wasn’t. I’m not one for fashion.
“Do you uhm have any extra few dollars or anything? I’m just trying to get something to feed my kids.” She wasn’t homeless. I know homeless. I’d been homeless. She probably picked up her check from social services and whichever client filled both her and her wallet the previous night. I didn’t have much, but I had enough to share. I offered to buy a pizza.
“Thank you but could you mm do one more thing? I need some uhm diapers for my baby, not much I promise and it’s just at the gas station there.” I thought about it, not knowing the cost of diapers, and as if she read my mind.
“They’re only three ninety-nine.” I felt like I was getting scammed, but I couldn’t stomach the thought of being wrong and having naked whore babies running around hungry. I’d gamble 10 bucks just to satisfy my conscious. I hadn’t given to anyone this month yet anyway and my pizza wasn’t ready. We walk across four lanes of open road made for commuters. The street people don’t have cars and it’s the off hours. Only a few people around getting gas.
Inside the gas station I watch her walking up and down the 10 foot long aisles as if she were actually looking when she knew where it was. I looked over my shoulder and two men outside the glass doors quickly looked away. I had company.
“They don’t have my babies size.. And they’re seven ninety-nine.”
“What?” I turned back to the whore and remembered why I was there. “What size is she?” I looked down, and laughed to myself when she did too to see for herself. Naturally they carried as low as size three, and both a beggar and a chooser, she insisted she needed size two. Ever so hardworking and respectful of what was a simple gift to save another in desperate times she offers to run to the store a few blocks east if I’d just give her the cash. I look to the cashier, a big sign saying no cash back. The diapers just happen to be next to the ATM. The ATM is a twenty buck minimum. I laughed and just shook my head.
She looked like she won the lottery playing me tonight. Her pimp was outside with extra muscle waiting. Too far from my truck. I decided to pay the twenty for tonight’s lesson. I knew I’d get it back. Even with me blocking the screen and outright telling her to take a step back she wouldn’t let up and made sure to get my pin. If they got my wallet too they wouldn’t get much, but it’d be a pain in the ass to replace. I had to play it nice and dumb. Hoping if I played along they’d settle for the twenty.
We left and I walked quickly back to the 4 empty lanes. She kept up. I asked her name.
“Debbie but the boy’s call me Ping.” I misheard her and asked her to repeat it hoping I’ve avoided a stolen wallet. “Ping. Like in golf.” I made a note to brush up on my game, I didn’t get the connection. I checked for oncoming traffic and made it back to the grease filled closet of a pizzeria.
I was about to collect my dinner and finally looked back. Ping was headed right back into the store. I’d been concerned and amused all through my dealings with her but it wasn’t until now that I got angry. I held the door open and just shook my head. On my way out I looked back again. She was walking North.
I walked back to my truck, and I just couldn’t shake it. I still don’t know why I couldn’t let it go. Maybe because up until that point, that single point, until that moment I didn’t have proof of her lying. Maybe I just see the best in people. I’m a nice guy. That must be it.
Pizza started to warm the back seat as my truck fired up. I really did live North. It wasn’t my fault. She should be going the other way. She saw me in my truck cab and waved. It’d of been rude to ignore her. I smiled and pulled over. Her pimp wasn’t around. She opened the passenger door and got in. Despite the rest of the night I was still surprised she didn’t ask first.
“Would you take me up the road a ways?” I just smiled all the more and agreed. She didn’t buckle her seat belt. That’s not very safe. You should always buckle your seat belt. A long straight road, most sped along it anyway. She didn’t care or notice when I floored it. She did pay attention when I started laughing. I was laughing a lot. I couldn’t help it. I tried stopping it at first but I couldn’t.
“What’s so damn funny?” My guest demanded an answer. I’ve obliged her so much this far why stop now. It took me a bit to stop my laughing enough to answer.
“Speed bump.”
She went up. She came down. Eyes stayed shut.
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