Erotic fiction inspired by Adora Rey in “The Diamond Rod 2”

I’m under pressure. If I don’t have these designs finished in time, Mistress will punish me. I don’t like staring at numbers for a long time. It gives me a headache. But I must do what I’m told so I can earn my reward. 

The deadline is in an hour and I’m starving for attention. She hasn’t touched me in days. I miss her hands on me so badly, I’d even take a little pain with my pleasure. I take my trusty ruler and align the last few corners. It’s perfect now. This design should be sturdy enough to withstand the Armageddon. 

It’s just in time for me to see her and I’m so relieved. She lets me caress her hips when she kisses me, and I’m grateful. She has an outfit for me to wear that’s wrapped in plastic. I can smell the leather seeping out of the bag. She lays it out on the table for me while I undress, and my eyes widen in excitement when I see my favorite toy in her hand.

“I’m very pleased with your work,” she says. Her tone is professional, as if we’re unfamiliar with each other.

“Thank you, Mistress,” I reply with a bow. 

“For your diligence, I will give you what you’ve been craving for days.”

She leans in and whispers more sexy promises into my ear, then nibbles my earlobe. I swallow hard and my lips part, utterly seduced by the warmth of her lips. She sneaks a squeeze to my breast as she zips up the tight ensemble. It’s so lewd yet comfortably revealing. I feel like her prize pet in it.

She takes the riding crop in her hand and caresses my body with it, slowly zigzagging over my skin like she’s inspecting me. Stopping at the spots she knows are extra sensitive. She unzips the front of my bra and lets my nipples free. She kisses them softly, then whips them pink. The contrast of sensation has me gasping. 

“Get up on the table and spread your legs,” she commands.

I rest back on my hands and keep my eyes forward. She leans in again and kisses me seductively, sucking my lips as she lets go. She turns the crop and crosses the bezel handle down my chest. I stick out my tongue and she rises up to let me lick it. I know she likes how I look when I suck things. It turns her on. 

She pulls my chin up to face her, giving me permission to look into her eyes. What an honor! She is truly pleased with me, and I don’t intend to let her down. I give her my most pleading passionate look, hoping how I feel zooms through my gaze. She stands between my legs and presses her pussy to mine. 

“Wider,” she whispers. 

I know to spread in a split. Mistress loves it best when my pussy is spread open. She slowly tucks the handle of the whip down my panties and slides it up and down. It feels amazing on my clit, like a passionate tongue licking me. I feel like my pussy is about to spasm. We can both hear my wetness squishing over the crop. 

“May I taste it?” I ask softly.

Mistress smiles in that way that makes me nervous, and slowly raises the whip up my chest. I lick the hot leather and moan as she feeds me my wetness. She leans in as well and licks my open mouth as the crop slides down. I love how her lips feel on mine. It’s not often she allows it, but when I get to feel her, it’s a reward in itself.

“Who’s my good girl?” she whispers sexily. 

Before I can answer, I feel her fingers pulling my panties to the side. The handle of the whip touches my pussy very lightly.

“Come on…” she says, “who’s my good girl?”

“I am, Mistress,” I answer quickly. I moan with delight as I feel the handle inch inside me. 

“And what makes you my good girl?” she asks, fucking me deeper.

“Because I’ll do anything for you,” I reply. I moan again, feeling her twist it to my G-spot.

She nips my neck and takes a handful of my hair, corkscrewing me with the whip. The bezels on the handle are hitting mouth-watering spots inside me I never knew existed. I grip the sides of the table and pull my body up and down, enjoying the pleasurable climb to my peak.

“Be a good girl and cum for me,” she commands in the sexiest voice ever.

“Yes, Mistress!’ I yelp, feeling my orgasm build delectably inside me.

I bounce my body faster as she fucks me deeper. She clamps her teeth to my earlobe and moans in my ear just as my little dam bursts. An orgasmic rush releases from every angle of my pussy and throbs deliciously at her will. 

“There’s my good girl,” she soothes, slowly releasing the handle from my gushing hole and massaging my trembling flesh. 

I wrap my legs around her and lean in to steal a kiss. She draws back. I'm so lost in the moment, I pull her close and try again. I just desperately want to taste her lips. She smiles at me in that way that makes me nervous again, and then looks at me sternly with her lips pressed together. I know what that means. I’ve gone too far.

“You know better,” she says. 

I cast my eyes down quickly and try to straighten my face, although I’m sad. I pout when I’m sad. Mistress doesn’t like that.

“Turn over, bad girl,” she snaps. 

“Yes, Mistress.”

I quickly drop off the table and bend over. She leans over me and I feel a soft breeze as her hand sweeps through the air.

I clench my jaw, anticipating the sting before it happens. She gives me two stiff whacks on each cheek, then pulls away. 

“Turn around,” she says promptly.

She opens my mouth, places the riding crop between my teeth, and says, “Do not move until I return... or else.” 

Now I'm all alone. The silence in the room magnifies after such a loud riveting rush. I don't know if Mistress realizes it, but I love her punishments just as much as her rewards. Her meeting will take a while. I am strongly considering moving from this spot deliberately, and discarding this outfit without her permission. In fact, as soon as she walks back in the door, I'm going to succeed in stealing that kiss.

 

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Erotic fiction inspired by Solange in “Abandoned Train”

All day long, I work in the hot sun. Pounding every single rail to make sure the track stays straight. No jumps or wiggles to startle the onboard passengers. Because of me, they have a smooth ride to and fro.

I'm good at what I do. I work hard and am pristinely precise. I also take much pride in my task. A lot of people think the conductors drive the train, but they don't, not really. It's men like me who lay the path for their journey. Men like me are rarely seen, but without us, there would be no tracks for the train to ride. 

I've been recently assigned the two-mile stretch in front of platform 114. The small mercy of the breeze on the other platforms is non-existent here. This heat is making me see things that don't exist.

I put down my hammer and go to the empty cart by the station. The wheels on it are bent, so they had to disconnect it. I stand there a while and breathe in the thick, rusty air. The aroma of the car tells me where it’s been and what was in it.

Suddenly, I smell a sweet scent in the air. I'm startled by the vision of a woman in the corner. Her beauty is like none I've ever seen before. She wears big black boots and a jet-black stare that boils my wits. Her dark flowing hair spreads like wings over her smooth, tanned skin. Her gaze is ghostly but seductive. She's like a siren on land, luring me into her sensual trap. Her fierce spell takes all the strength I have and twists it into weakness.

I fall to my knees when I see her lie on the floor. My stomach is tying in knots, my cock standing straight up under my trousers. My filthy skin, now gleaming with sweat. She has a long thin rope in her hand that she circles in the air like a lasso. What is she doing here, I wonder. What does she want?

I rub my eyes and breathe deeply, every inhale harder than the last. The heat of the sun flows through the open door. Then, I taste her sweetness in the air again. Perhaps she is real and I'm not going mad. I feel compelled to stare without blinking, wondering if my watering eyes will straighten my vision.

She lies back and looks over at me. Her hips lift in the air, forging more heat into the still wreck that houses us. I feel my cock harden under my overalls. As the scent of her consumes me, it grows harder still, the tip pressing against my zipper. Blood racing to my shaft like hot lava to a volcano vein.

Her fingers circle her clit and my breath halts to listen to her hum as she moans. I see wetness glisten across her fingertips. My teeth sink into my lip, imagining my hard, filthy cock inside her. She locks eyes with me and takes her toy in her right hand. Her smile curves like a Cheshire cat, insane lust drawing me into her madness. 

She presses the bulb of her toy to her flesh and pushes it between her lips. Slowly but surely, I watch it disappear, string and all. Her finger curls at me and tells me to come closer. I approach in the only way I can in the presence of a Goddess, on my hands and knees.

I crawl slowly towards her like a worthlessness knave. Head down and movements slow. But not too slow as to risk displeasing her. As I reach the spread space between her thighs, I slowly lift my head and look up at her. What a gorgeous view. Her body is like a long back road in an unfamiliar town. Dangerous and exciting. Tight and thick. 

I press my lips to that tender spot on the inside of her knees. The taste of her skin makes me want to bite her flesh like a wounded animal, but I refrain. I tighten my composure before it crashes completely, although the tip of my cock drags the ground in desperation. 

I feel an aloe-like drip leak over the inner denim, expressing my want for her wet entrance. I'm paralyzed considering my next action. Both equally eager and hungry, my lips and my cock have an inner debate of who will touch first. She makes the decision for me by slowly pulling out her toy and taking my cock in her hand. 

The bulb is dripping wet, almost as wet as my bulb. She pulls my shaft to her hot pussy lips and smears her juices up and down with the tip. The softness of her flower petals has me panting. The thick, hot air makes my sweat drip onto her chest. 

I push forward and sneak the head of my cock past her entrance. I groan with every inch that delves within her walls. Her taut muscles grip tighter around my shaft, the deeper I go. I cross my thumb softly over her clit and fuck her faster.

Her legs spread wider. Her left ankle to my neck and the right leg over my forearm. The angle within her is sweeter than honey. I push to a rasping crescendo until my muscles quiver. Her wetness fuels my drive like supreme gasoline. The fume of sex surrounds us like a hot box of smoke.

I thrust hard, making her toes curl. My blackened fingers grip her hips until I hit her perfect spot. Her tunnel tightens around me. My cock races like a runaway train in a dream as I pound her rails senseless. Her moans shoot to the sky like warning sirens. She reaches her sweet culmination as I drill the last rounds of my thick nail into her hole. Her hands are shaking over my ass, gripping my glutes tight. 

A fast blink makes her disappear into the hot wind like an irresistible memory. I'm left in a push up position, wondering if the heat on Platform 114 has driven me insane. I must be. There is no way such a dark, beautiful angel could ever be in a place like this.

Hammer in hand again, I grip the handle tightly, pounding the rails straight. The sweet scent of her still stops me in my tracks to wonder if the hottest encounter of my life was just a sweet dream.

 

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Erotic fiction inspired by Lady Bug in “Knot 2”

“Would you be a dear and get the door?” I ask calmly.

I look at her and smile as she walks away to greet our mailman. I cross my legs as I turn in the chair, keeping my composure strong. She signs for a large brown box. It’s blank, keeping the mystery high.

“What is it?” she asks excitedly, shaking the package to hear a hint of its content.

“Open it and see…”

She kneels on the floor and rips the paper, then opens the flaps to unravel her present. Her eyes light up when she sees what’s inside.

“Oh wow! How neat!” she exclaims, taking out five wheels of thick paracord rope.

Lady has a fetish for Shibari and I have dedicated months of training to learn how the patterns work. Now, it’s time to put them to the test. 

“Go, darling. Get your blanket and let’s play.” I smile warmly and lick my lips, already picturing how sexy she’ll look in restraints.

Once she’s good and ready, I set the ropes neatly around her. She stands naked before me. Her face can hardly contain her elation. She presses her palms together as if in prayer as I begin the first weave around her wrists. I keep my pinky between her hands as I wind figure eights around them. I kiss her fingers softly as I tie the bowline knot to secure it.

I walk behind her and pick up another ring of rope. It’s just a bit thinner than the rest of the bundle. I take her hair and gather it in my hands, giving it a tug to make sure I secure the right spot. I wind the rope in elaborate crosses around her hair and tie another knot to secure it. I kiss her neck and hear her exhale. I trail the tip of my tongue to her ear and whisper seductive words that trigger wetness within her. Each statement ends with soft nibbles to her earlobe.

Her milky skin blushes as she kneels down. I sashay the dangling lines away from her body while carefully laying her on her side. I pick up another ring and start working on her ankle. Neat and secure rings with just enough hug to let her skin breathe. She already looks like a human work of art. I can’t help but trail my fingertips up her body like a painter would a beautiful sketch. Her chest rises and falls rapidly in anticipation. Her candy-like nipples harden in excitement, as I grin lustfully. 

Once the rope is secure, I take the end attached to her hair and tie it to the piece attached to her ankle. The rings work like a Chinese finger trap. As she pulls, the knots will get tighter. 

Seeing her like this enlivens my passion. She is pulling her hair on purpose. Eyes shut tight, deep in fervid thoughts. Lips parted delicately as she enjoys every moment of restraint. I feel her fingers to make sure they don’t numb and caress her beautiful face. Her tongue reaches for my fingers and I dip them in her mouth, one by one. I see those dazzling blue eyes look up at me and it stills my very being. They’re like cerulean flames, trapping me in a spell of magnetism, never to look way.

I dip two fingers in her mouth, and she soaks them to the knuckles. Her tongue whirls slowly around my fingertips, getting me instantly aroused. She sucks them until she’s breathless, moaning softly on my nails. I take them out and trail them down her neck and chest. She’s making it so difficult for me, but I keep my self-control strong, keeping in mind that every second she’s tied up adds to her pleasure. And that’s my true aim, not my own.

Those soft sexy whimpers start. Her thighs are pressing together as she wriggles on the ground. I slowly lift her leg and weaken completely, seeing how wet she is. The scent of her arousal is making my mouth water and every ounce of me is longing to taste her. She doesn’t even have to ask, let alone beg for what comes next. 

I tuck my wet fingers inside her and keep them curved to her G-spot. Then, I French kiss her pussy until she squirms. I wind the rope around my other hand and tug gently, pulling her hair and foot at the same time. The heat between her legs is immense and rising higher still. I lick and suck her clit just as elaborately as her restraints. Each swirl of my tongue is like a spiraling wind, pushing her closer to flight. I pull harder on the rope as I flicker the tip of my tongue rapidly around her clit. Her stomach flutters in waves, her soft sexy moans elevating to screams, demanding deliverance. 

I press my lips to her flesh tightly and suck her blazing desire. Soft slow suctions as my tongue waves ardently between her lips. My fingers arch deeper once I feel her tunnel tighten drastically. I skewer through her liquid heat, making her wetness sing to me. A final hard tug of the rope makes her yelp. I wiggle my tongue over and under her clit as she cries out in passion. Her body shivers uncontrollably as she releases every aching throb on my tongue. Her powerful shocks murmur on my lips.

I keep kissing those soft trembles until my sweet Lady’s ache is cured. To my surprise, she quickly taps out of our game. She can hardly wait for me to unravel her strands. I soothe her skin softly once she’s free and kiss all the way back up to her beautiful lips. She’s still moaning with every soft press. I caress the small of her back and hold her gently until she stops shaking.

I hope this experience brought her joy. Its memory ingrained and everlasting. That the mere touch of rope in her hand will let her think of me fondly. And perhaps, I may continue the privilege of giving her such special delivery.

 

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Erotic fiction inspired by Paula T in “Afternoon Fantasy 2”

I have to get out of my head. I feel so worn out, worn down, and half broken. This is a bad formula for artist’s block, which has been my longest stint thus far. I need a break from monotony today. I literally and figuratively want to get lost.

There are paths around me I’ve never taken. Places I’ve yet to see, right in my own neighborhood. I turn through them deliberately and run into an inspirational goldmine. Over the meadow and through the woods, just like a fairy tale. 

The house is massive. Old and dilapidated, but full of life. It’s been run through by vagabonds and riffraff. Its once regal walls are now filled with subway art. What a dichotomy! The old and new, rich and poor, happy and reckless. They’ve all touched this place one way or another. And now, me. 

I run my fingers over the colorful walls and feel a psychological transformation happen. A spark lights within me, and I suddenly become the me I’ve never met. The bad girl. The dominant one. The me I’ve secretly always wanted to be. My clean white blouse is replaced by a tight leather catsuit. Red whip in hand. Fire brimming through my chest. I’m sexy and powerful. My mind is wide open. The world is my canvas. The sensation is overwhelmingly arousing.

I feel my skin ripple in inspiration. Words crossing in my mind, suddenly clear yet senseless. Right where I need to be to create again. My eyes closed yet open wider than before. Images squeaking through the tight comfort of my imagination.

I picture my pussy open in the air. The only part of my body that is free to breathe, free to be touched. The sweet sting of my whip crossing my body, waking my nerves with no fear. My love awakened and pushed to depths beyond the universe. 

My fingers walk slowly over my thighs, hesitating only in excitement to touch my open flesh. Lips pressed. Index and middle fingers out to pry open the doors of my imagination. I pull my lips apart as wide as I can and feel my wetness in the breeze.

I inch my fingers slowly into my hot wet slot and stir my juices like a vat of hot chocolate. My desire rises like a tide with every stiff thrust. Deeper and deeper I go, lost in my own sauce. Sex in every atom of my body and mind, wetness dripping across my fingers like slow slick honey from a tight jar.

If I could reach, I'd gladly suck the drips as they fall molten and sweet. But all I can do is moan softly and achingly in the crisp wind. My yearnings spent with every thrust. Calm awaiting after a sullen drop from the heavens.

A blast of wetness sprays across the room as I reach my rich throbbing pinnacle. The release is so sweet it makes my mouth water in ecstasy. My quick restless breath dissolves into sudden silence as my reality becomes me.

My white blouse is soaked from my mental adventure. Not so boring now in such a colorful light. Just then, I find a rusty can, half full of exposition for me to use. My expression spurts from my fingers to the white space on the crusted walls.

My strokes are no longer tense or controlled but free from shame's resistance. I'm my freer self, before I lost myself. Succumbing in touch with truth that spits spirit to the sky. It's a splash, a curl, deep set froth. My graffiti left for another soul to find who has lost their way.

My mark will be here to set their path right. To be a part of my previously lost consciousness, now surfaced from the darkness. And beauty risen from behind the ordinary.

 

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Erotic fiction inspired by Elza A and Oxana Chic in “No Officer 2”

I swear I don't listen. I've been so disobedient lately and have gotten on my Mistress's last nerve. It seems I can't do anything right. I have made her so angry, she took my privileges away for the whole day. Lighting this cigarette she warned me not to smoke was the last straw that broke the camel's back. My backside will definitely have to answer for my mistake.

I hear her screaming my name through the wall, but I don't answer. I take drag after drag as my heart races in my chest. The click clack of her heels stepping closer. My pussy clenching, my back stiff, nerves shooting like sparks up my spine. She blasts through the door wearing half her work uniform. She is a respected member of our city police department, but right now she looks like her title should be 'Officer Hottie'.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she snaps.

I stare at her like a deer in the headlights. My fingers shaking, causing the smoke to circle around my face. She takes the cigarette out of my hand and drops it to the floor. The tip of her shoe squashes it to ash. 

She grips my neck and glares into my eyes with a heated anger that makes me shiver. "I... I'm sorry, Mistress," I stammer.

"You'll be sorry alright,'' she retorts.

She sees me smirk and she positions her face very close to mine. She smiles wickedly at me and slaps my cheek. The sudden sting makes my mouth drop open. My breathing grows shallow. 

I lean in and catch her lip softly between my teeth. She pushes me back and grips my shirt at the chest, then walks me inside as if I were a puppy on a short leash. The narrow corridor is cold and dark. My senses high, my skin wet and quivering.

She takes me to the punishment chair. Black leather and black promise. Pure adrenaline pumping through me. Anticipation on the rise. I’ve been made to sit here only one other time, after my eyes wandered when we were in public. The memory is so pleasurably haunting, it makes my skin tingle.

“Bend over the seat,” she commands. 

She roughly positions my arms straight and my knees far apart. I moan softly, feeling her palms circle my ass. She pulls my panties down, making them stretch around my thighs. I feel a soft breeze. Severe silence. Then, whack! She pops me with both hands as hard as she can. The blow makes me yelp and cringe. Heat rises instantly on my skin. She stands on my left side and holds the small of my back. Then, she spanks me again. This time, it’s a steady pattern of smacks. The pain surges through me, spreading between my thighs like a hot orb. She spanks me until I collapse forward, shivering, begging for mercy. 

“Turn over,” she snaps. 

I lie back on the chair and she positions my legs over the stirrups and takes two belts from the wall of pain. She loops them around each of my ankles and wrists, making sure I’m hunched over, staring at my pussy. Then she hovers slowly. I’m overwhelmed by lust and fear. I nearly came while being spanked. And now my pussy is aching to be touched. Being restrained like this is driving me mad. I just want to cum, but I’m afraid she won’t allow it. 

She grips my panties and rips them right off. She knows the sound of ripped cloth turns me on. I feel her middle finger gently rise up my wetness, and she smiles seeing the long string of goo stretch across her fingers. She leans down and kisses my clit so gently. Soft slow circles with her warm tongue. A soothing rhythm bringing me bliss. She licks and sucks my pussy expertly until I’m nearing climax. Literally a few licks away from orgasm.

She raises her face quickly and laughs wickedly. My lips are swollen and dripping, begging for comfort. I’m at the verge of tears and insanity at the sudden loss of contact. I start jiggling angrily in my seat, trying to escape my restraints. She taunts me some more by laughing even harder. So amused by my misfortune. 

Although I’m upset, I calm myself down and revel in the sting of obedience. Trying to think of what to say for her to show me mercy. Before I can part my lips, my lower lips are parted for me. Mistress has a long thick cock easing its way inside my tight wet channel. The bulbous tip nestles perfectly on my G-spot. I’m struck with silence, using all my concentration to chase as much of my climax as I can. 

I rotate my hips, hoping to fuck it deeper. Once she sees me close to cumming, she slips it out of me again. “Such a needy little slut,” she hisses, “don’t think I’ll let you cum just like that.”

“Please let me,” I beg, “I am a needy little slut… I truly am.”

My reserve is broken. At this point, I’ll do and say anything for her to finish me off. My pussy is so tense, I feel a cramp form in my abdomen.

“Please, I’ll do anything! I will listen. I’ll be good from now on, I promise.” I plead helplessly. My voice sounding whiny and defeated. Like a brat at a shopping mall, begging daddy for money. Possibly the type to hold her breath until she gets her way.

“You really will?” she asks, “no more wandering, no defiance?” She pushes the dildo slowly back inside me.

“Mmmm.... yes, Mistress. I swear I’ll be good,” I reply. My chest relaxes at the joyous fill inside me. “Please. Let me cum. I want it so bad. Please!”

Tears fall bitterly down my cheeks, meshing with the sweat trickling down my chest. I’m out of words. Out of ideas. I give into her will completely and just pray silently for her mercy. 

She fucks me deeper. Her aim is so precise, it’s where I would fuck myself if my hands were free. I hold on tight to my feet and ride the rotation. Giving it my all to reach as far inside me as possible. I’m so close again. This time, my hopes are up to reach my sweet finish.

Mistress leans down and slurps my clit between her lips, making me scream in pleasure. The cock pushes even deeper and harder. My arms and legs are shaking as I press my chin to her head. My stomach fluttering involuntarily. The great intensity within me surfacing fast. She moans on my pussy as she swirls her tongue slowly, still making me work for my release. My eyes roll under my lids as I reach the height. Then, a blast of hot thumping tremors takes over me. The inexplicable sweetness rushes through my veins. She sucks and fucks every hard pulse out of me until I'm a pile of quivering flesh on her leather chair.

My vision goes black and I collapse. I feel my senses fly far away. I have a momentary loss of memory of when I was finally untied. I wake in her arms, being massaged and coddled. Mistress strokes my face and kisses my lips lovingly, giving me back the comfort she took away. I’m so relieved, my emotions take over and I cry on her shoulder. 

“It’s alright sweetheart,” she says sweetly, “it’s over now.”

She smiles at me with the warmth of a thousand suns. Then, she reaches in her pocket and hands me a cigarette. 

“Here,” she smiles, “you look like you need a smoke.”

 

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Erotic fiction inspired by Daisy B in “Attached To The Stick 2”

“Don’t cum... yet,” I silently scream in my head. Her long thick tongue feels so good on my pussy, hitting that spot that makes my toes curl. “I don’t wanna cum! Mmm… fuck!” I whine impatiently as my pussy squirms on her face. My clit swollen and firm, close to bursting. She giggles into my skin, taunting me with a low sexy hum. Those soft lips keep sucking sensually at my flesh. No matter how much I resist, she shows me no mercy. I just want to last a little longer than this. I feel pathetic. I’m losing horribly at this little game we’re playing. 

My pitch-black view fills my brain with images of her face between my legs. The black sheet wrapped over my mouth is soaked from my own tongue, licking at it from the inside, mimicking her movements, trying to escape my fate. Saliva is leaking over my chin and neck. I can’t fight the dangerous thrill of her lips. Her soft whirling tongue, ushering my pussy into submission.

I’ve been on my back for over an hour. Tied to a broom handle that I broke this morning. She was eating my pussy in the kitchen and I kept moving away from my pleasure. I was supposed to be sweeping, but instead I was ill-tempered and teasing. Now, here I am, blindfolded and tied as she proves her point through my pussy. She works on my clit like a pro. Every suction of her mouth perfectly pressured and timed. How her tongue flips up and down slowly, then swirls as she sucks. I’m amazed I haven’t cum a thousand times, let alone managed to hold it in this long. 

"Stop fighting me," she whispers, "you know you want to cum."

My pride is the only thing standing in the way of my climax. I’ve been pent up so badly, I’m afraid to let it go. The pending explosion may very well tear me apart. I’m already falling apart. I’m so wet, I can feel droplets of juice flow down my ass, creating a puddle of doom for my great expectation. Every soft steady suction of her mouth is like a dare not to move. Well, I can’t even if I wanted to.

She has me bound and blind, floating in a sex cloud so thick, I can taste my own arousal in the air. “Fuck… no not there!” I cry out, as her tongue reaches that spot that fills my weakness. My climax now at the point of no return. My fingers curl helplessly around the ropes. My ankles grow sore from the bar keeping my legs open. Slowly and magnificently, she swirls her tongue in deadly circles specifically under my clit, then slightly above it. Tricking my hips into thrusting right into her orgasmic trap.

Each wet lap is like a wire spark. Igniting my nerves to prepare for take off. My body stays in position as her lips zone in on my clit. I give in to the smooth exquisite ride, that sultry haze right before implosion. Hard tension in my stomach like I’m in a slowly rising rollercoaster, right before it drops. I see the makings of the universe in the blindfold once I’m tipped over to the hard thumping, teeth grinding release. 

My whole body shakes as I scream in ecstasy. The echo of my voice reverberating over my skin. Then, there's a soft still moment of relief as I gracefully swallow my pride and fully accept the pleasure so willingly given to me. I’m grateful. 

Suddenly, I feel a pinch over my pussy lips. The exquisite sting making me gasp. My long overdrawn climax now clamped shut with no way out. I feel her tongue softly graze over my pinched flesh, then slowly rise up my chest. 

She presses her breasts to mine and leans into my ear. "My sweet girl," she whispers, "keep this closed until I return."

"Return?" I whine impatiently. "No, you can't leave me like this!"

"Oh... but I can," she smiles and kisses my nipples before carefully clamping them.

The silence grows so loud as I lie there in a pool of my own wetness. The memory of her lips daunting the space without her. I can't take it! Somehow, I wiggle out of my restraints. I remove my blindfold and gag, then look down at my glistening skin. 

My nipples are bright pink and protruding in the clamps. The mere sight of myself like this excites me. I feel around my inner thighs and find a clothespin pinched to my lips. The pain is gone. Now, it just feels tingly and numb. But my wetness is trapped inside.

I ease my middle finger in and caress my pearl. It's been teased and tortured so much today, there's a strong but silent plea for attention. I thrust my hips up slowly, fucking my finger. It feels slick and smooth, just like her tongue.

She doesn't know that I see her watching me through the doorway. I give her a little show and turn over onto my knees. My ankles are still tied to the post. So, I raise my ass and arch my back to get to my pussy. I grind on my finger. My clit just as swollen and wanting as before. 

I moan into the pillows, feeling my climax rise. The clamp to my lips moves a little, giving a pleasant bite to my pleasure. I stroke harder. My hips shaking. My breath getting heavy with lust. I close my eyes and imagine her there. I picture her tongue inside me. I clench my stomach and slide my finger deeper. I circle my fingertips around my aching clit, starting the countdown to my climax. 

5… on edge.

4… I shiver.

3… I moan louder.

2… The first throb opens the gates.

1… I release a stream of wetness as my climax takes over.

I collapse forward and the clip comes off. I feel her lips on my back, slowly trailing down to my ass. Her tongue slides through my slit. And I'm bound to her touch all over again... the only restraint I can never remove.

 

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Erotic fiction inspired by Violetta Pink in “Dirty Secret 2”

Everyone has a thing that makes their day brighter. Little quirks, certain habits that put a smile on their face. Some are innocent, like a favorite food or game. Mine is a little different. When I'm alone, I like playing dress up with a kinky twist. 

I'm rushing to get my lingerie out of the dryer. I like my outfits clean and warm before I start squeezing into them. My favorite dress is a black fishnet tube top. It feels amazing hugged around my curves. I like feeling each diamond opening warm against my skin, and the scent of my laundry soap, fresh from the cycling heat.

I feel strings of moisture dripping down my inner thighs, seeing myself transform from a normal person to a serene sex goddess. It's a pity I've never worn this dress out in public. I'm just so shy. I'm not sure I'd like being ogled by strangers. The privacy of my home and a wall mirror is all I need to get excited. I smooth my palms slowly down my waist, shaping my curves as I admire my reflection. 

My breasts protrude like vertical mountains. I press my lips together, seeing my nipples poke through the mesh lining. I caress up my body and give them a nice tight squeeze. Then, I ease my finger inside a hole and tug. The first rip is so sudden, my breath stops a moment. Lust rises within me, making my skin hot.

I tug harder, making the hole bigger. I keep scissoring down until my breasts are completely exposed. Then, I grip my bosom roughly, sending small shocks of pleasure to my pussy. I press my thighs together to trap my clit between my lips, and bend over in front of the mirror. I smile, seeing my delightful curves suspend in the air. I feel so smooth and sexy. My mind zoning to just one thought… to cum.

I go to my drawer and grab my favorite toy. Then, I go back to the mirror and sit on my stool. I lick the end of the vibrator and suck it until it's wet enough for me. I lean back and spread my legs. I can see a shine through the reflection where my clit glistens in arousal. 

I tease it a little, just crossing side to side on the lowest setting. It feels like a skilled tongue flipping left and right on my flesh. I adjust the rumbling until it's at a comfortable setting for my pussy, and swirl it firmly. My ecstatic expression in the mirror adds to my excitement. I look like I'm about to lose it at any moment.

I ease the toy inside me to buzz my G-spot, preparing my cunt for an epic explosion. My thighs shiver over the stool as I get closer to climax. I feel a tickle in my throat from holding back my sounds of bliss. It just sounds like whimpers now, small gasps paving the way to a loud scream.

I thrust my hips up and down until I feel my abs tighten, then hold it in a clench. My pussy is throbbing from the soft murmur of my toy. I think of a time in my past when I did some very naughty things. And it's more than enough to nudge me over the edge. I circle the vibrator faster, moaning loudly, until my cunt goes into an orgasmic frenzy. 

I drop my toy by accident and slip to the floor, gasping for breath. My sweat trickles down my temples and my legs won't stop shaking. I start laughing heartily on the ground with my hand pressed to my pussy. The relief of climax has me floating in an airy pool of bliss.

As soon as I'm ready to rise, I slip out of my tight dress and crumple it in a ball. I toss it in the corner of my closet on top of a pile of other discarded dresses I've done bad things in. I go back to the hallway and finish the rest of my laundry. Then, I prepare dinner as I transform back into the me the world is comfortable with.

 

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Erotic fiction inspired by Lexi Dona in “Maid to Vibe 2”

It's quite a task, cleaning this entire house by myself. I feel the strain of monotony rush over me in blank waves. I'm bored out of my mind!

It's like Master read my thoughts through my somber silence. I had one more room to finish and was about to check out of the house early. Suddenly, I felt something bulky under the comforter. I pulled and stretched the sheets, but they wouldn't flatten.

I reached under the blanket and found a strange contraption. It took me a second to figure out that the unusual thing was a sex toy. I reached a little deeper and found a provocative leather thong right next to it.

I felt my thighs moisten as soon as the leather touched my fingers. I undressed slowly. My senses were bewitched by the thought of touching myself, the risk of Master walking in to catch me.

I stepped into the leather panties and immediately felt powerful and beguiling. The leather strapped tightly to my skin with low binding laces. It pressed just right on my pussy and caressed it as I moved. My hands had been smoothing sheets all day… it was time to crumple them.

I lay back and caressed my skin, feeling tingles ripple through me, surging drastically into tides of lust. I gripped the toy tight as it rumbled on my fingers, and slowly trailed it over my breasts. I drew figure eights around my skin and trailed the toy down the middle of my body.

I thought of Master and how he would slide his cock between my breasts, making me hunger for it to be inside me. I licked my lips and untied the laces slowly, then rested the vibrator beneath the seam, thrusting my hips up and down, teasing myself senseless. I ground it over my clit until my peak was at an aching height.

I couldn't stand it any longer. I needed to be filled. I slid the leather panties down and spread my legs over the bed. My fingers spread my soaked lips apart and slid the vibrator inside me. My walls clamped tight around it and my wetness dripped down to my ass.

My pelvis lifted on its own, meeting my wild thrusts. I fucked myself hard and deep. The thick shaft rampaged over my G-spot, pushing my climax over the limit. I exploded from the inside out and moaned in bliss, trembling in pleasure as my climax washed over me like a high tide.

As soon as I slid the toy out of my pussy, Master walked into the room. My breath halted completely. My pussy tightened in affection for him. All he did was roll his finger in a circle, and I knew to immediately flip over onto my hands and knees.

He stepped out of his silk boxers and gripped my hips. His thumbs caressed the dimples on my lower back, making me tilt my ass higher. He aimed the head of his cock at my dripping wet slit and slowly massaged my entrance with his bulbous tip. My pussy ached for him.

My mouth watered instantly when I felt his cock stretch me open. I looked back at him to admire his handsome form. It curved my pipe, letting him hit my G-spot at a delicious angle. My chest tightened. My arms trembled, my hands gripping the sheets.

He fucked me so gracefully, it felt like his cock was dancing inside me. I reached down and pressed my clit softly. His thrusts grew harder and deeper. I rocked back and forth, meeting his pressure. My body felt thrown into a deep sea of bliss as my pussy throbbed all over his cock. He went even deeper as I came, and he let loose inside me. His hot cum trickled down my inner thighs as he fucked me until he softened.

I rolled over and met his face with a soft kiss, then licked down his chest, straight to his cock. I sucked out the last drops of his cum and licked his cock clean. It was my last and favorite chore.

 

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