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Exposed

Erotic fiction inspired by Nate

I’ve never felt more exposed. My nipples are poking out through the strategically placed holes in my black net bodysuit, so hard and sensitive that the slightest breath across them makes me shiver with excitement. That alone would make me feel vulnerable enough, with so many eyes on me; but the hole at the crotch that displays my pussy to all these strangers is a step too far. I would be very upset with my mistress for dressing me like this… if I didn’t feel so incredibly aroused.

She told me we were going to a party, but she didn’t mention that it was a gathering of dominants and I would be the only submissive there. It makes me feel like a cupcake in a patisserie window, with all these hungry eyes devouring me. Anyone can look, but only my mistress can hold the end of the leash that’s fastened to the studded collar around my neck, signifying her ownership of me. Now she towers over me in her skyscraper heels, whispering fiercely in my ear.

“You little slut… don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this!” I steal a glance at her, blushing and looking away when I see the heat I’m feeling mirrored in her eyes, her pupils blown with lust. “You know everyone in here is thinking about fucking you,” she hisses. “I’ll bet you’re dripping wet. Admit it, you want to be touched by them all, don’t you? Maybe I’ll pass you around and let them all do what they want to you… isn’t that what you’d like?”

I hesitate, not sure which answer will get me the biggest reward… or the biggest punishment. Maybe both. When she tugs sharply on my leash, I nod apprehensively.

“Slut!” she hisses again. “Show me!” She slides a stockinged leg between my thighs, pushing my legs apart. The friction of her nylon-clad skin rubbing against my bare pussy is delicious, and I stifle a moan. If I let her know I’m enjoying it too much she might stop, and I don’t think I want that.

She moves behind me, sliding one arm around my waist to hold me tight against her body, as her other hand moves down between my legs. She has been holding a glass of champagne, and her fingers are cold. She rests them at the cleft of my thighs for a long moment, then curls them and presses harder, so her icy fingertips dip into the slick groove of my pussy.

I can’t quite believe this is happening. She’s shown me off in public before, but never so blatantly. Maybe she really is going to pass me around like a party favor? The thought of strange hands all over me, coupled with the sensations sparked by her fingers wriggling deeper into my pussy, almost makes my legs buckle. I struggle to control my shaking; it wouldn’t do to let her know how much I’m getting off on it, or she might stop, just to torment me.

She’s getting off on it too, though. Her movements are getting rougher and more urgent, three fingers plunging into me hard and fast, slippery with my juice. She grinds against my G-spot with each stroke, sending sparkling bursts of pleasure shooting through me. Until now my eyes have been timidly fixed on the floor, but as I start to soar towards my orgasm I dare to lift my gaze and look around me. What I see sends me over the edge into a dizzying climax – dozens of pairs of eyes fixed on me; smiles of approval, darkly lustful stares; couples whispering and pointing and touching each other as they watch me getting ravaged in front of them. The scene whirls and blurs before me as I shudder and buck on my mistress’ fingers, her arm gripping around my waist and holding me upright as I convulse.

She’s got what she always gets; she’s reduced me to a quivering, compliant, endorphin-drunk fool, and now I’m expecting her to lead me into a quiet room and have me eat her pussy in private. No public displays for her. But what happens next takes me utterly by surprise, and makes me worship her even more.

At a nod from her, a couple approaches. I have no idea if she knows them or if they are as much strangers to her as they are to me, but without preamble, she hands the end of my leash to the man, and pushes the girl to her knees in front of me. As the girl’s hot tongue swipes along my saturated slit, I start to tremble with excitement again…

 

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Doin’ It Doggy

Erotic fiction inspired by Lucy Kent

There’s no subtle way of saying this, so I’m just going to come straight out with it: I love getting fucked doggy style.

I train hard at the gym and I’m in pretty fit, athletic shape; I know my firm ass is a turn on to look at, and to touch. I show it off too, in tight skirts and high heels that make my hips wiggle invitingly as I walk. I think it’s fair to say that by the time a guy gets me to bed (not that we always make it as far as the bedroom!) he will have been checking out my perfect peach of a bottom and fantasizing about getting his hands on it.

Sometimes we can barely wait to get undressed before he takes me from behind, bent over with my panties around my knees, the rough fabric of his pants building up friction against the back of my bare thighs. I feel like such a slut – in a really good way – when I get on all fours. There’s no other position where I can take getting slammed so forcefully. I’ll thrust back against the cock powering into me, knowing my partner is looking down at me, gripping my hips and studying the way my rump ripples with each masterful stroke.

Face down, ass up is my favorite sex position. I love it hard and fast like this, when he kicks my legs further apart, pounds my G-spot and makes me race towards a thunderous orgasm. But I also like it slow and intense, feeling him slide all the way in and all the way out again, stoking the fire carefully until I’m overwhelmed with irresistible sensations. Pressing so close, I can feel every twitch and pulse of his cock, the tremors sparking off an answering tremor in my pussy that nudges me along the unrushed, gloriously potent path to my climax.

Can you imagine doing me like this? Plunging deep into my hot core, driving me wild, pushing me over the edge into a molten peak of pleasure? I know you’re thinking about it… and you can cum all over my pretty ass, if you want.

 

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Discipline

Erotic fiction inspired by Lina Li A I know I’m in trouble as soon as I step through the door. He is silent, tense; not even looking at me, his face set.

“I’m going to get changed,” I say, and he simply shakes his head grimly. I have to cook dinner in my office clothes and high heels, my legs aching, the silence between us ominous.

When I place the plate of food on the table in front of him, he pushes it away with a look of disgust.

“First, there’s something we need to take care of,” he says. "You know what you’ve done. You lack discipline, that’s why I have to teach you.”

I nod meekly, even though I have no idea what my transgression could be. There are so many rules, and I break them so often. Bending over the table, I pull up my skirt, and slide my panties down to my thighs. The tension is almost unbearable as I feel him staring at my exposed bottom. Then he reaches into a drawer and takes out a leather paddle.

I feel such a tumult of emotions – apprehension, agitation – but underneath it all, like the bassline of a dance track, a growing pulse of excitement. He makes me wait, expectation of the sting of the paddle driving me out of my mind, so that when it finally comes, the explosion of sudden pain and the heat blossoming through my skin is almost a relief. And then he makes me wait again, the anticipation turning into an urgent craving, before the second crack of the paddle comes.

After that, the strokes of the paddle come faster, my cheeks burning, the mixed pain and pleasure roaring through my body. The sensation of wetness trickling into my panties, still bunched around my thighs, heightens my humiliation. I am dimly aware of my own voice, begging him to stop... but I know if he stops, I’ll be begging him to start again.

I am longing to feel the sting of his bare hand on my ass, his skin touching mine, and when he finally tosses the paddle aside and spanks me with his hand – hard – I feel the first tremors of orgasm approaching. I know he won’t let me get off that easily though, so I fight it, struggling to keep my legs from shaking.

I am moaning, dizzy, drunk on adrenaline, as I hear the telltale sound of his zipper; he moves my legs as far apart as they will go with my panties constraining them. Then I feel the hard tip of his cock nudging against the opening to my pussy. I want it inside me, and I am so wet it would glide easily up to the hilt; but I know if I thrust back against him that would break the rules and he will pull away. So I keep absolutely still, resisting the overwhelming urge to buck my hips, as he slides it slowly – agonisingly slowly – into me.

Soaking wet as I am, my pussy grips his cock tightly when it’s all the way in, the contractions of my impending orgasm making my sweet walls squeeze his girth. He starts to pump in and out, a touch slower than he knows I want it, still making it clear that he is in control even though his groans betray the pleasure he is feeling.

Then he starts to spank me again, pulling out halfway to aim a slap to my cheeks, then thrusting all the way back in as the sensation burns though me. Out – slap – in; out – slap – in; I lose count of the strikes, but it is on a deep in-thrust that I can’t hold my orgasm back any longer. I cum hard, my whole body shaking, my pussy spasming around his rigid cock. He waits until I am done, collapsed spread-eagled on the table and shaking, before he pulls out and sprays his load over my glowing ass cheeks.

A moment of silence, broken only by my gasps as the aftershocks of my orgasm fizz through me.

“Go and have a shower, darling,” he says mildly, helping me to my feet and kissing me tenderly on the lips. “Then we can have dinner.”

 

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Wrapped Up Tight

Erotic fiction inspired by Bree Haze

I never feel so free as when I’m in restraints. And I’m very familiar with the sensation of rope and steel against my skin. But this is something new.

The plastic wrap, coiled tightly around my body, feels soft and yielding at first. I look down at my legs, encased – somehow concealed and revealed at once – and I imagine standing in a shop window just like this, my nakedness barely covered. I imagine eyes staring at me, attempting to make out the finer details of my body through the hazy transparency. Immediately, my pussy is drenched, and I feel compelled to touch it. But as I pull against the plastic wrap, trying to spread my thighs apart, it seems to grip me tighter.

I want to slide a hand between my legs to rub against the plastic covering my saturated pussy, but I can only manage to get one finger into the tight space. I grind against it frantically, the partial contact just getting me hotter and more frustrated. I can picture the cream trickling out of me and pooling against the folds of plastic, smearing it and making it slippery.

Wildly, I rip away the wrap that binds my legs, spreading them apart and thrusting my fist against my crotch. I hump against it, my clit throbbing, the plastic hot against my engorged flesh. The furious frottage is making me shake all over, my nipples so hard I have to rip away the plastic that covers them and let them pulse against my trembling fingers. One hand still pinching my nipples, I slide the other back down over my pussy, this time forcing myself to rub much more slowly, but harder, seeking out every fold of my flesh, the sensation building it until I can hardly bear it.

I tear away a piece of the plastic and hold it up to my mouth to lick up my tangy cream, the cool air hitting my overheated pussy like an electric shock. My fingers plunge between my sugar walls, gliding in knuckle deep.

Suddenly I need release of a different kind. There’s a pressure building up that can’t be held back, and I don’t even try. It starts as a hot trickle and soon becomes a flood, pouring out over my fingers, making a puddle on the floor beneath me. It gathers in the torn folds of the wrap, wetting my skin, the acidic smell mingling with the scent of pussy juice.

I rub my soaked cunt harder, wetness still spurting out, splashing my legs. I feel the eyes of my unseen audience burning into me and I feel humiliated, but strangely liberated too. Turning onto my knees I let go another stream, shuddering as it gushes out loudly. I push two sticky fingers deep into my spasming hole, pull them out and spank them against my juiced-up snatch, then push them deep inside again. That releases a fresh flood, and suddenly I’m cumming around my fingers, all control lost.

It takes about an hour before I stop shaking.

 

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