Her Struggle

She lies before me, face down, stretched across the spanking bench; her wrists and calves strapped firmly to the legs by leather bindings. The skin of her back and buttocks shines beautiful, pale white, her exposed cunt smooth and pink.

“Are you ready, little one?” I ask.

She breathes, “Yes, Sir.”

*

He traces his hand across my ass, stroking me gently, running it up along my spine to grab a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back, stretching my throat.

Slap! His other palm connects with my bum, making me catch my breath. He releases my hair and allows my head to sink back down as he begins to caress my buttocks with his leather belt. Gently at first; warming my skin, sending shivers through me. I moan, “Oh thank you, Sir, that feels so good.”

*

Her ass is turning a fetching shade of pink. I strike her harder. She squirms and moans out loud.

“Count,” I tell her.

*

“One. Thank you, Sir,” I sigh as his belt stings my skin deliciously. He thrashes me as I count and thank him, building the force gradually, but certainly. My ass feels red hot. Each strike makes me whimper and twist against the velvet padding of the bench. My thighs start to tremble against the hard wood and, as I writhe, the leather bindings at my wrists dig into my skin. He pauses to caress my burning cheeks, murmuring under his breath, “That’s my good girl.”

I can feel myself growing wet.

*

She has begun to struggle against her restraints, which she knows is pointless as they are firmly buckled. I smile, knowing she enjoys the feeling of the straps cutting into her wrists and calves. More marks for her to admire later.

I lash my belt down on her glowing bum, leaving a clear stripe of burning red.

She whimpers loudly. Her cunt has started to glisten with arousal. I lick my lips and focus. It would be too easy to just take her and fuck her right now.

*

He hits me harder than ever and I sob, tears sting my eyes as surely as his leather stings my flesh. I feel my cunt throb and seep warm, wet want.

“What do you want, little one?” his voice is deep in his throat; he is unable to conceal his desire.

“I want you to hurt me, Sir. I want you to fuck me, Sir.”

*

I take one final swipe with my belt, marking her already scarlet skin a deep, dark crimson. She cries out a guttural, primal sound of pain and pleasure and spasms against the bench, the leather strap bruising her calves.

I kneel down and touch her cunt. It is hot and wet; swollen.

“You have been a very, very good girl,” I say, as I unbuckle the binds on her legs and spread her thighs wider. I bury my face in her, drinking in her unique scent, devouring her with my lips and tongue. She tastes sweet and salty at once; her sweat mingled with her juices.

My little girl moans and grinds against me as her orgasm forces her to cry out again, her flavour intensifying as she comes, before she slumps, exhausted and spent. I tenderly kiss her bruises, her skin hot against mine, and move to untie her wrists.

I look into her eyes; unfocused, cloudy, heavy lidded.

I lean forward and kiss her mouth before I lift and carry her to the bed, where I will show her how proud I am of her.

My girl.

 

Watching…

I could feel his eyes on me, following me as I moved around the room.

Memories of how we had spent the afternoon, entangled in each other’s sweating bodies; fucking, sucking, biting, slapping, raised a blush on my chest and cheeks as his gaze burned my skin.

No one in the room knew about us. It was our secret. Ours alone. They knew us simply as colleagues, collaborators, teammates.

I watched him sip his wine as he mingled, watched him smile and chat to our friends and associates, knowing that I knew him more intimately than anyone else there. I knew what made him groan with pleasure, what moves rendered him helpless and lost. I knew how to make this dominant, strong, quiet man sink to the floor in exhausted satiety. I knew how the sight, the feel, the taste of me drove him wild, robbed him of speech, made his eyes roll back in his head and his breath catch in his throat.

Our eyes met. My cunt throbbed with want for him. Even though we had played all afternoon, I wanted more. I never had enough. He glanced towards the French doors leading to the hotel garden and his message was clear. Excusing myself, I put down my drink and discretely left the room.

I welcomed the warm summer evening breeze on my skin, which was clammy from the crowded room. The scent of the rose garden filled my head as I walked towards the quiet area, secluded from sight of the conference room.

I felt his presence before he spoke my name, his voice deep and husky, then his lips were on mine, stealing my breath, claiming me as his. He pushed me up against the stone wall as he nuzzled my throat, nipping my skin and pulling my dress down from my shoulder. His mouth moved to my nipple, sucking hard and biting it, rolling it between his teeth. My cunt ached for him and he knew, as his fingers found it, wet and swollen; ready.

Pushing my dress up past my hips, he sank to his knees and buried his face between my thighs, his tongue working on me as his fingers pumped inside me. I closed my eyes, grasped his hair and threw my head back against the wall, blocking out everything but the sensations he was bringing out of me.

As the first flickerings of orgasm built within me, I opened my eyes. Standing slightly outside of the shadows was Simon, who I knew only from passing and saying a quick hello. Tall, well-built, blue eye and with a hint of beard, I had noticed him, but we hadn’t spoken much ever. He was watching us, his eyes focused on me, as he stroked the hard length of cock peeking out from his flies. He smiled at me, and the thrill of being seen, my naked breast hanging out of my dress, my leg hooked over my lover’s shoulder as he lapped and drank from me, pushed me over the edge. I moaned loudly as I lost myself in the surge of pleasure, my knees buckling beneath me. He caught me before I hit the ground, his arms holding me up. His mouth tasted of me as he kissed me again.

Later, as I hovered by the buffet, deciding what to load onto my plate, a voice from behind me whispered in my ear, “You look beautiful when you come, Alice.”

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Chemistry

The spark between them was instantaneous.

Neither of them could deny it.

From the very start they both felt as if they had known each other forever.

They laughed at the same things, shared the same political ideas, both thought religion was nonsense and even ordered the same meal as each other off the menu.

They just clicked.

It felt easy.

Natural.

It was anything but natural.

*

The first time he kissed me it came as a surprise. I had longed for it but dared not think he wanted the same thing.

We had been walking in the park, throwing stale bread into the lake for the ducks when the rain hit us without warning. I remember I screamed at the sudden downpour and he took my hand in his and we ran to the bandstand for shelter. As we caught our breath, giggling and wiping our wet faces, his hand remained holding mine. We looked down at our entwined fingers and back up and he leaned down and kissed me; the gentlest, sweetest kiss I had ever received. Before I knew it his hands were in my wet hair and his tongue was on mine, our bodies pressed together as if we never wanted to let go.

I felt like I had come home.

Breaking the kiss, he looked at me. Really looked at me.

His eyes scanned my face, a slight frown on his brow, nothing but concern in his eyes, “I’m sorry, was that wrong? That was wrong, wasn’t it?” he whispered. I could smell coffee on his breath.

“Did it feel wrong?” I asked.

“It felt just so right, Nicola. Like… the rightest thing I’ve ever done.”

I giggled, “That’s not even a word!” and whether it was right or not seemed to fade away.

*

I think I fell in love with her the moment she walked into the café. Her short brown bob framing her face so perfectly, her tentative glance around to find me; then, when she turned those grey blue eyes on me I was done for.

We had been exchanging emails for months, getting to know one another, and had nervously agreed to meet in person. Looking at her, I was terrified and delighted in equal measure. This girl was going to change my life.

After our first kiss that day in the park, we had talked for hours back at my house. It was all I could do to keep my hands off her, but we agreed to take things slowly. We knew this was a dangerous and fragile thing we were embarking on. It needed to be approached properly.

I made her dinner and afterwards we sat on the sofa, her feet on my lap.

“Look at your little toes! God they are cute, what size shoes do you wear Nic?” I’d asked her. She really did have the most delicate, tiny feet I had ever seen on a woman.

“Two. I have to buy them in the kids department, “she giggled and wiggled her toes as I tickled her soles, “Stop!” she squealed and wriggled some more. Her skirt rode up her thighs as she squirmed. I saw her pants, white lace, and froze. The desire to reach out and touch her was overwhelming. Our eyes met. We knew this was a pivotal moment.

She surprised me by parting her legs, providing me with a clear view of the crotch of her pants. I saw they were damp already.

“Are you sure?” I asked her. She nodded. Her breath ragged, her face flushed.

My fingers touched the lace. She gasped. I hooked my finger and pulled the fabric to one side so I could see her. She was smooth, glistening wet and absolutely the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on.

*

I will never forget the first time he kissed me down there.

He had pulled my pants off and simply admired me for a few minutes, whispering how much he loved what I looked like. His fingers has caressed me and then he dipped his head between my thighs and planted soft butterfly kisses all along my lips, his nose rubbing off my swollen clit. God he was good! He knew what he was doing. I came within minutes, spasming helplessly on his leather sofa, calling out his name. He lifted up and looked deep into my eyes and said, “I love you Nicola,” and kissed me before I had the chance to say it back.

*

I held her in my arms after we had made love for the first time, my face nestled in her messed up hair, smelling her caramel scented shampoo. I had never felt as complete or as happy as I did then, despite the dark cloud that lingered over us. It needed to be discussed. I looked down at her, her eyes closed in sleep, a light buzzing from her lips which made me smile. It could wait.

*

I woke up to the smell of coffee and bacon and the sound of him singing along to the radio. He had quite a good voice, doing a decent attempt at the Ed Sheeran song playing. Pulling on a discarded tee shirt of his I walked to the kitchen and secretly watched him for a few minutes before joining in the song. He startled at first but a massive smile broke out over his stubbled face and I felt my heart soar.

We ate breakfast sitting on his patio, watching the birds feed from the wire baskets he had hung on the trees. He was edgy. I knew we were going to talk, but I dreaded it. I didn’t want to allow reality to ruin what we had discovered.

“Nic, we have to talk about this.”

I sighed, “Yes, I know…”

“So, where do we go from here?”

An unexpected flash of anger flared in me and I snapped, “Well, you’re older, you tell me,” and immediately felt foolish for my outburst.

“Yes, I am. It’s pretty standard for a father to be older that his daughter isn’t it?” he was hurt too.

I physically flinched from his words. But they were out there now.

“You don’t feel like my father. When I look at you I don’t see my father. I see Dan. The man I met months ago online, the man I love. My father is back home with my Mum in the house I grew up in,” there were tears in my eyes, “You are not my father!”

“Like it or not, I am. I was a fucking kid. 15 years old and clueless and we couldn’t keep you. But the fact remains. It’s true. I hate it,” his voice cracked but he went on, “I can’t explain this. I didn’t sleep at all last night. I look at you and I don’t feel you are my daughter. I’m in love with you. How can that be?” The despair on his face broke my heart.

I reached out to him. He didn’t resist my touch, but drew me in to lean on his chest. I climbed onto his lap and nestled there as we cried together.

“I can’t lose you. I can’t bear to,” I mumbled between sobs, “No-one has to know. We could make this work.”

*

Her beautiful eyes filled with tears, but an expression of sheer hope on her face as she looked up at me from my lap. I had no idea what to do, but I knew I couldn’t lose her, not because of a fucking genetic mishap.

Yes she was my daughter, but that was just biology. I hadn’t raised her, hadn’t watched her grow up. This was different. This wasn’t abuse.

I had finally left bed after lying staring at the ceiling all night and gone online. We weren’t the only ones. Genetic sexual attraction they called it. There were Internet forums for god’s sake!

I looked down at her and thought, “She’s right, no one has to know. We can be together and be happy. We can do this.”

I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her, feeling her smile against my lips.

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It might be a wee bit tenuous, but I think I can just about manage to link this to Rebel’s prompt, “Identity” this week!

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Memory

Do you remember how it was? That first time we were together?

We stood, rather awkwardly facing each other, in my hotel room.

“You know I don’t expect anything from you?” you said, clearly reading the direction my thoughts had wandered to.

“Does that mean you don’t want anything from me?” I replied. I needed to be sure you did really want me before I made any further moves. I was already a mess inside – torn between wanting to be with you and the consequences such actions could bring.

“Of course I want you. I’m just thinking of how it will be for you… afterwards.”

“Not your concern…” I lifted my tee-shirt over my head and unhooked my bra, letting it fall at my feet.

Your eyes widened at the sight my bare breasts. I took a step towards you, already wet and hot, my exhibitionist kink taking control of me.

Slowly you reached out and stroked the side of my breast, your thumb stroking my nipple. A rush of electricity stung my skin as you pinched my nipple, drawing me closer to you. Bending your head, I remember your mouth covering my swollen areola as you started to suck and tease me with your tongue. I sagged against you slightly, feeling lightheaded. You wrapped an arm around my waist to support me as you continued to torment me with your mouth.

Your other hand popped my jeans button open and slid underneath my soaked pants. Your fingers easily slipped inside me. The surprise of being penetrated after wanting this for so long was enough to make my muscles contract. My first orgasm surged through me, hard and fast, leaving me breathlessly clinging to your chest.

“Take off the rest and lie down,” you commanded.

Removing your own clothes, you climbed onto the bed over my naked body, and made as if to kiss me. I raised my head to meet your lips, only for you to chuckle and nuzzle where my throat met my collarbone, your lips working their way down to my bare, exposed pussy.

I remember your hot breath against my thigh as you started the slow, exquisite torture of the tease – making me think you were going to tastes me several times before, finally, your tongue languidly licked my slit. The rest is a blur of you flicking, licking, sucking, nibbling until, my fingers gripping the sheets, my legs spread unashamedly wide, I came over and over, spasming helplessly under you.

Dazed but energized I knew I wanted to, no, needed to have you in my mouth.

“Your turn,” I think I said, making you smile as you swapped positions to lie back on the bed, leaving room for me to kneel beside you. I let my eyes drift form yours, down over your chest and stomach until they reached your cock, standing to attention. I slid my fingers deep inside myself, collecting my juices, and spread them over your tip, enjoying the transfixed expression on your face as you watched.

Lowering my head, your cock twitched, as if he was trying to reach my lips by his own power, making me giggle. My tongue lazily circled your head, my fingers cupping and playing with your balls. Slowly, deliberately, I licked along your entire length, and took you fully into my mouth and sucking, stroking, flicking my tongue, using every trick I knew to pleasure you. I remember hearing your groan when I opened my throat to take you deeper, your hands in my hair, pulling my head up.

“No, I’m too close and I want to fuck you,” your voice was gravelly and breathless.

Wiping my wet lips with the back of my hand I sat up and positioned myself over you, giving you complete access to see all of me, and lowered down onto you. I think we both moaned out loud at the relief of finally having your cock inside me.

Leaning my ass back against your muscular thighs, I rode you, my desire overtaking any shyness or inhibitions I may have had at the start. Feeling your cock fill me, hitting my spot inside, creating waves of pleasure, I didn’t care about how I looked. My fingers found my clit and I gave you quite a show. You were grasping my hips, almost painfully, supporting me as I fucked myself as you fucked me. I felt myself coming, my cunt clenching around you as you exploded inside me, our sweat soaked bodies shuddering together.

That was our first time, as I remember it… before you tied me to the bedposts and brought out the pinwheel and clamps. Then the fun really began…

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First Kiss


He stood over her, looking down at her, spread-eagled across the white linen of the king-size bed. Her eyes danced with delight, she giggled as she squirmed, her arms and legs stretching, her skirt creeping up her stockinged thighs, teasing him. He had imagined this moment often. They had spent many hours online provoking each other, flirting, dancing on the edge of something more. And now here she was, lying before him, flesh and blood.

They had met in the hotel bar. He had watched her enter, her stride confident as she pulled her overnight bag behind her. She had turned her head and seen him for the first time, a wide open smile spreading across her face as she walked over to greet him with a warm hug.

Ordering a gin and tonic, she had taken the stool next to him, her hand briefly resting on his thigh as she lifted herself up to sit on it. She was as short as she had said she was, and delightfully, even more feisty and flirtatious in real life than on the net. Within minutes he was captivated by her energy. It radiated from her, filling the space between them with electricity. Once the drinks were finished he had stood up and offered her his hand. Wordlessly, they both knew it was time. He had taken her bag and led her up to the room.

She kicked her shoes off and flexed her toes, smiling up at him. She lifted her foot and used it to beckon him closer.

“You really are a little minx, aren’t you?” he tried to keep a straight face as he watched her. He knew she was deliberately doing her best to bait him. Coquettish little madam. He knew he should deny her, but he had waited long enough for this moment. He needed it.

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“Show me. Spread your legs.”

She couldn’t hide the glee on her face, her eyes, excited and sparkling. Placing both her tiny feet on the bed, she bent her knees and opened her legs wide, hitching her tight skirt up to her hips, revealing her black lace pants and the tops of her stockings. He felt his cock twitch.

“Take off your top. Show me your breasts.”

Moving so that she was kneeling on the bed, her skirt still bunched at her hips, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, her eyes locked on his. Letting the fabric fall from her shoulders, she reached back, unhooked her bra and discarded it. His eyes drank in the sight of her, her creamy pale skin, round full breasts and pale pink nipples.

“Touch yourself. Show me how you like it.”

A charming flush crept to her cheeks, her expression no longer quite as self-assured. He liked that she was feeling vulnerable.

She raised her hand to her mouth and surprised him by licking her fingers, then tracing them down her throat to circle her nipples before pinching them and twisting them. Her hips moved involuntarily. He could tell she wanted more.

“Take off your knickers. Play with yourself.” He pulled over a chair and took a seat at the end of the bed, crossed his arms, ready for the show.

She unzipped her skirt and pulled it and her pants down her thighs. She sat, her ass on her feet, legs tucked under her and spread wide, back straight, totally exposed for him. Her hand slid down between her thighs. She pushed two fingers deep inside herself and spread her wetness over her lips. She began to play. Her fingers alternating in speed and movement, while her other hand gripped her breast, squeezing it as she fucked herself. Raising herself up off her bum, her hips rocked rhythmically. Her panting breath and the warm rosy glow spreading over her chest and throat betrayed how close she was to coming.

“Stop! Now!” he commanded. Her eyes flew open, her lips formed a perfect O of surprise, but she obediently sank back and removed her hand from her clit.

He stood and unzipped his jeans, setting free his hard cock and signalled her to come over. She scooted down the bed and sat that the end of it, face to face with his erection. Her hand, small and still wet, stroked him gently before she lowered her head and flicked her tongue over his tip, then circled it languidly, her fingers caressing his balls. She licked him from base to tip, her tongue wet and hot, kissing along his length then taking him fully into her mouth and sucking, moaning. Her head bobbed as she increased her speed, greedily devouring him. His fingers wrapped in her hair, he thrust shamelessly, mercilessly into her, hitting the back of her throat, causing her mouth to water more. With a low grunt of animalistic satisfaction he came hard into her throat. She swallowed everything he gave her. Softly licking him clean as he softened she glanced up at him, meeting his eyes, a smile on her lips.

He leaned down and, for the first time ever, kissed her lips, tasting his salty residue on them. Pushing her back down onto the bed, he lowered himself to his knees between her legs and began to kiss her from the arch of her foot, up along her calf and inner thigh. He could see her body trembling with desire for more. His tongue teased her skin where her thigh became her groin, not quite touching her lips yet. She squirmed, trying to move herself so that he was licking her but his hands were quick to pin her hips in place.

He was in charge.

She tasted every bit as good as he had hoped, sweet, juicy… perfect. She cried out over and over while she came under his expert tongue, completely lost in her pleasure, uninhibited and free.

He felt himself harden once more. Kneeling back on his haunches, he pulled her down. Her tight, wet cunt sliding over his cock, gripping him.

Foreheads touching, breathing in each other’s air, they fucked.

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Morning Shower

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I watch as she brushes her long hair, admiring how it falls over her graceful shoulders and down her back. Her eyes meet mine in the dressing table mirror and she offers me a beautiful wide smile, a fetching pink spreading across her cheeks. I feel a stirring in my groin. That smile and blush do it for me every time.

I walk over to her and place my hands on her shoulders, our eyes still locked in the reflection. I slowly, flick the spaghetti straps of her camisole off her shoulders, one at a time, and allow the patterned silk to skim over her skin and fall to her waist. Her cheeks flush slightly more and she gasps. My eyes leave hers and wander down to take in her breasts as they rise and fall with her breath.

“You are beautiful,” I say as I stroke her soft hair, letting the strands fall through my fingers, the scent of yesterday’s hairspray drifting up through the air. She lowers her gaze, as if embarrassed or shy.

“No, look at me,” I tilt her chin back up to make her face the mirror, “Look how perfect you are.”

I reach down and cup her breast in my hand. It fits perfectly. My thumb grazes her stiffening nipple and I gently squeeze it, watching as her pupils dilate with growing desire. Her head turns slightly to caress my arm, nuzzling against me. Her lips find the skin of my inner forearm and she traces soft kisses along it up to my elbow. Taking her head in my hands I turn it to kiss me, bending down, my mouth meeting hers, lips parted. Our tongues softly explore each other as I sink to my knees before her.

She pivots on her stool and opens her legs for me to kneel between her thighs, my hands on her breasts again, her hands in my hair. My lips leaves hers and I take her nipple into my mouth, rolling it over my tongue, sucking on it greedily.

Her back arches, her head thrown back, she presses herself against me. A soft whimper leaks from her lips and I, in turn, groan back. I want her.

Pulling back from her, my hands travel to her waist and I tug her camisole and pants down over her hips and cast them aside. She is now gloriously naked in front of me, her pale skin glowing in the morning sunlight from the window.

I lean down to kiss her belly, a part of her body she hates but I adore its curving softness. Her sweet musky scent rises from the tiny strip of dark hair between her hips, making me want to taste her. I part her knees wide and settle between them, my fingers tracing her smooth pussy, before I dip my head to kiss her inner thighs, teasing her.

She sighs contentedly and spreads her legs for me, her hands in my hair guiding me towards her swollen nub. My tongue flicks over it, tasting her unique sweetness as my fingers slide to massage her inside, feeling her velvety, spongy wall against my rough fingers. I lick, suck and nibble her until she squirms dangerously on the stool. I pull her off it, onto her back on the rug, and devour her until I feel her contract around my fingers. She cries out as her orgasm overtakes her.

Kissing my way back up along her body to meet her lips again so she can taste herself on my tongue, a feeling of primal urgency to possess her overwhelms me. Biting her neck and earlobe I grind myself against her. She emits a cry of discomfort and I stop immediately.

“The rug. It’s burning my back.”

I smile down at her, “That’s ok sweetheart. I’ve a better idea anyway.”

Standing up, I remove my shorts, lift her into my arms and carry her towards the ensuite, her legs wrapped around my waist, kissing each other deeply.

I put her down to turn on the shower and as the steam rises we stand under the hot jets of water. Spinning her around to face the tiled wall, her hair clings to her shoulders and back as I sink to my knees to kiss her beautiful round behind, opening her legs with my hands. She bends slightly at the waist, placing her hands on the tiles for support, opening herself up for my mouth to cover her lips again. I lick harder this time, more hungrily, devouring her as the water runs down my face. Coming for the second time she cries out, “Please! Fuck me! Please!”

I don’t need any further encouragement.

My balls aches, my cock is rock hard, throbbing with the need to fill her. I pull her around, lift her off the shower tray and enter her with one deep thrust, pushing her against the shower wall, her legs slippery around my hips as I pound into her. The need to claim her completely, to come inside her, engulfing me as my hands grip her buttocks hard enough to leave bruises later.

Biting her neck and shoulder I sense the exquisite mounting tension through the muscles in my lower back and thighs. I feel torn between wanting this feeling to last forever and wanting to enjoy the release. Delicious pressure under the skin of my balls builds; my cock thickening, aching. Feeling her tighten around me, my face buried in her neck, I come inside her, each ejaculation like a rush of cold white light, overloading my senses.

She kisses me on the mouth, her hands cradling my head as I feel myself shrink out of her, my come trickling down her leg, merging with the shower water. Our eyes meet and she graces me with that smile again.

“I love you baby,” she says with a giggle. I release her and reach for the shampoo to wash her hair, already anticipating soaping her body.

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See who else is being Wicked this Wednesday!

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