Oct 202014
 

“So we got money comin’ in from that thing in Philly. We’re in our room, the four of us. It was me, Tony, Big Tony, and Rocka’.”

“Rocker? What kind of name is that?” Summer giggled, innocent little whore she was supposed to be.

“Ehhh… We call ‘em Rocka’ on account of how he rocks in his seat. Yanno… he leans on the back two legs of the chair and rocks. Like a rocking chair. So we, uhh… we call him ‘em Rocker. Anyway, yeah… right there, baby. Daddy likes that. Anyway, yeah…yeah….we were waiting for ….a friend, to show up.”

“Uh huuuuhhh” Summer had Paulie’s trousers and briefs down around his ankles, and his mind turning circles. He leaned back on the cheap hotel bed. Summer licked and kissed her way down to Paulie’s cock. She didn’t want to give him what he wanted until she got what she wanted. Paulie was on the drunk side, so she didn’t expect any trouble.

“So what happened to the rest of the story?” Summer’s eyes were wide, curious. She went deep on him twice, slowly. She gagged just a little. Paulie loved that sound.

“Ohhhhh baby, ohhh that’s a goood girl.” That girl and her tricky tricky mouth. She drew back and sat up beside him, her thick, tight nipples luring his attention upwards.

“Was it scary, Daddy?” Summer left whined and lowered her tone. She sounded horny. Her fingers rubbed his ears, his neck, down his shoulders.

You weren’t scared were you?” Summer drew back from Paulie. Her nipple popped from his mouth. She squealed and shook. He loved watching her breasts bounce.

“Daddy’s never scared.” Paulie reached down and stroked his own cock with one hand and twirled her hair with the other.

“So everything was good, right?” Paulie was animated, going back to the story.

Summer’s eyes went wide and she nodded along with his words.

“And then him and Rocka had an issue. And Rocka BOOM BOOM BOOM. Shot the guy in the belly. Three times.”

Paulie stuck three wiggling fingers into Summer’s belly each time he said the word “Boom.”

“Daddyyy! That tickles” Summer squealed and squirmed onto his lap.

“Daddy! That’s a scary story! I’m gonna have to sit in your lap so no one can get me. Please, Daddy?” She whined. Summer teased him with her little girl words and erotic actions. She moved to straddle his dick. Summer sank down on top of him with a pretty little purr and a pout. She was already feeding his cock into her. Her hips tipped from side to side.

“Ohhhh, don’t worry, baby, Daddy’s got you” All he could do was nod, vigorously. Paulie’s hands pulled her hips down on his cock.

Paulie liked to talk. Summer fucked him while she played an excited little girl. Paulie was her Big-Bad-Daddy. She played to his stories and he played right back. Summer sucked and fucked until they were both happy with what they got. She dressed and was dismissed.

Her driver delivered Summer to her apartment. She went upstairs and turned on the living room lights and the television. She waited exactly 15 minutes. Her cell phone rang.

“Anything for me?” The voice on the other end was familiar, and deep.

“Yes, Sir. It was Rocker. Three shots to the belly. He and Rocker had some kind of issue. Paulie was there. So was Tony, Big Tony, and Rocker. But Rocker shot him.” Summer did not like delivering bad news. The messenger could easily be shot, just for knowing the message. But she was valuable to a lot of people. Summer sold information out the backdoor to those who were willing to pay for it and act discreetly with it.
“Anything else?”

“Paulie said something about some money coming in from Philly, and that’s why your guy was coming to meet them.” The voice on the other end of the phone chuckled darkly when Summer mentioned Philly. She knew better than to question. That laugh gave her chill bumps.

“It’s in your fridge.” He hung up the phone.

Summer’s phone went black. She had ten grand in a shipping envelope behind her orange juice. Pretty as she was, her betrayal was so thick you couldn’t wipe it off. She knew that someday, someone was going to start calling for the truth.

Wicked Wednesday

Apr 132014
 

Tommy was taller than me by at least a foot. He was solid. He was thick. I felt the time he put in at the gym when he pressed against me. I didn’t want to pull away. My body had nowhere else to go, anyway. There was no safe zone. I couldn’t get around him. I didn’t want to. We were face-to-face. I had to pay up.

He gently referenced kink. He had my attention. He knew it. My playful banter and coy responses, brought about his warning. He was no one to tease. My stomach dropped and my pussy convulsed. I wanted to tease him. I wanted to test him.

He was a regular at the bar. He kept to himself, but gave way to coy flirting and witty backcap. He gave as good as he got. The innuendos were quiet, even with the loud background and my business with other patrons.  All of the witty repartee siphoned out his dominant side. He knew I had an obvious understanding, but had chosen to teeter on the bratty side. I did so from behind the bar. It was a safe zone, mentioned many times. It was part of our game. I could tell it excited him. It excited me.

When Tommy stayed for more than his usual three beers, we spoke more in-depth. He couldn’t adapt to a vanilla relationship. And no relationship adapted to him. He was taking a break for a while. He went to the gym. He went to work. He came to the bar. Happy hour was very happy for both of us.

Some of his words sent me dipping out of sight. Hidden behind the bar was an unused kitchen. It stored two big beer coolers and the liquor kept in stock. There was never time to rub one out at work. Someone was always fucking thirsty. It did provide enough privacy to regain mental footing, if only for a moment. It was becoming obvious to him what was sending me running for cover. It amused him. I never expected him to follow me.

But there he stood. Shock stole my tongue. I looked up at him. He looked straight down to me. He was stoic.  I considered nervously laughing off my surrender. But the atmosphere changed, and I didn’t have any more witty remarks. He leaned down and filled his hands with the back of my thighs. His fingertips gripped tightly just above the shredded line of my cut-offs. He lifted me with up with spread legs and leaned his weight against me and the beer cooler.

His lips were fat. I wanted to suck one. I tried to kiss him, but he pulled away. I looked up at him, instinctually; my face questioning what I thought was his hesitance. But I didn’t see him. He caught my mouth the instant before. Those lips that I wanted to taste were eating me whole.

It wasn’t romantic. It had nothing to do with what I wanted. This person was who he warned me about. He told me that he was no one to tease. There was no safety of the bar’s depth between them. Three beers today. Tommy wasn’t thirsty. Tommy was hungry.

The thick seam from my cut-off jeans rode up in between the plump outer lips of my pussy. Tommy’s handfuls were kneading their way up to my ass. I got his lip, for a moment. He let me have it. He nosed down and bit my nipple through my t-shirt. He could have it. I was cock hungry. He could have pushed the panties aside and slid right in. Time wouldn’t have allowed for it, but it’s what I wanted more than anything in that moment.

I dry humped him like a flat-backing whore. He came back up for my mouth. I sucked on his lip, just like I wanted to do his cock. Then I bit it. I bit it hard. He growled and I let go as his body tensed against mine. He went for my neck. He licked it. He slithered his tongue over my throat so that his teeth would have a slick place to land and sink in. I wanted to cum. He bit my neck. He bit it hard. I pulled at the back of his t-shirt when his teeth sank in. My cunt jerked and spat.

I was cock hungry.

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Feb 182014
 

They had contact with each other through the internet for years. They were friendly shoulders during personal times. They were comfortable enough to reveal sexual secrets. He liked administering spankings. She preferred the receiving end. She also preferred an initial conversation and sexual teasing during dinner at a nice restaurant; followed by the actual encounter and an expensive gift. It made her feel like a lovely whore.

They had met once, in her car. It was a hurried encounter. He was paranoid and all paws. She enjoyed his roaming hands and drooling compliments.  She wanted more.

She walked in, spotted him, and dipped her chin to the hostess. She took her seat at the table and asked him if all the particulars were taken care of. He nodded nervously. She laughed softly and patted his thigh before picking up a menu.

She had the chicken. He had the salmon. The conversation of family, work, and kids flowed fluidly between them. None of what was said was new information, just updates. He’s trepidation was gone. Her touching and laughing was easy. She made it easy for him, too. The body contact was making him breathless. She felt his urgency to pay the check. They finished up and took to the room adjoining the hotel.

Entering the room before her, he turned, looking for approval. She smiled in assurance. He’d made good choices. Once she’d perched herself at the end of the bed, he brought her a tiny box, which she recognized by its light green color.  It came from one of the tiny antique jewelry shops in Five Points. They were peridot, in silver settings. She couldn’t have been happier. She was squealing. He was beaming. She’d mentioned the stone a few times in conversation over the years. He knew it would be a ringer.

She wrapped her arms around him with a big kiss and a whole lot of tongue. He was immediately anxious to have her. She turned her back to him and asked that he unzip her. When she felt the heaviness of the zipper fall to her waist against the thin fabric of her dress, she turned around to face him.

His eyes drank in the scene. Unzipping her dress and watching as she turned to reveal her breasts. He ran the back of his fingers along the side of both tits. Her nipples tightened. “Uuhh, That feels good.”  His eyes lifted to her face. She was squirmy. He grinned.

She turned from him and pealed her dress over her ass and surrendered it to the floor.  She took two steps in front of him so that he could fully enjoy the site of her naked ass. Afterall, he paid for it.

His cock was strong and appreciative. She locked her knees and bent her elbows into the plush sheets of the bed.  He pulled one of the chairs in the room over to the end of the bed. She felt his hands move up the backs of her thighs to her bottom. He slapped one of her ass cheeks and she arched back for him. He slapped her again, harder. He stood up behind her. She could feel his cock through his pants, between the cheeks of her ass. He turned to set on the bed. The slaps continued until her ass was hot.

Her pussy was wet and she needed to get off, “suck my cunt? I need to cum.”

He was more than willing, “fuck yes.”

They switched positions. She sat up at the end of the bed and he was on the floor, sucking cunt juice. She knew he secretly loved to eat pussy, but not be berated for it. He loved the smell of pussy on his face. He wanted to be surrounded by it. She leaned back and sighed as his tongue dug deep and made a mess on the both of them. He began sucking her clit and she pushed her pelvis against his face. Squeezing her thighs together and spreading them apart only spurred him on. Finally, her fingers found his hair. She lovingly ran her fingers through it. She whispered, “suck my cunt, Baby. Suck on my pussy.” She felt him prickle. She began to chuckle. They had fallen into an easy mode. They were comfortable enough to ask for what they wanted, and to tease. He stood up and looked at her, “You know I hate that.”

That didn’t stop her,”I couldn’t help it. You fucking make me horny. I feel like your whore.”  She was watching him strip in haste as she cooed her filthy words.

“Come suck my dick.” His hand was a port for his enraged cock.

She began shaking her head, “I’ve already told you that I’m not sucking it unless you shave it. It’s not shaved. You don’t even trim it!” She’d seen pictures of his cock and his cum. During many a conversation that turned sexual they had both sent pictures and videos of themselves masturbating. She’d questioned his lack of shaving and he was adamant about his natural look. She’d never sucked a cock with that much hair. She expected a mouthful of pubes and her inability to overlook it and give a good blowjob.

She hesitantly motioned for him to come closer. She took her time inspecting his hairy cock. Despite the hair, his skin was smooth. She ran her closed lips up and down his shaft. She enjoyed the feel of it on her cheeks. His moaning alerted her to his urgency. She eased it in, rolling her tongue around the head. His hisses were an unmistakable sign that his balls were heavy. She drove her face down on his dick. Her saliva mixed with his hair. She almost gagged and pulled back.  His hand was in her hair before she could come off of his cock. He pushed even more of his hairy dick inside her mouth and she let out a little squeak. He began to pump her face.

She could taste pubic hair, his engorged cock, and the precum leaking from it. She was irritated that he was face fucking her. Her cunt was on fire at the same time. Her hands massaged his heavy nut sacks. His thrusting deeper and deeper led to a goopy mess of cum and hair all down her throat, on her face, and even on her lips and dripping onto her breasts.

He was squeezing out what was left in his cock onto her tit while he laughed, “There’s a first time for everything.”

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Feb 172014
 

The six Suits had too much of their whiskey and scotch during their posh lunch. The waitress didn’t say anything because it ran the check up, but Christ, they were getting handsy. Even for 2’oclock, it was early for this shit. Her hand played out and the tip was even better than she thought. All six of them were laughing like college kids and hailing cabs back to the office.

The Suits owned the company. Some decisions were going to be made during the big meeting. At every seat there were individual packets stacked, stapled and arranged in the order of which the itinerary read. The bar was stocked with plenty of ice, water, lemonade, coffee, and the liquors of their choice.

The Secretary was proficient. She stood and greeted each Suit with a beaming smile. Following the last one in, she watched them take their seats before speaking, “If there is anything that I can do for you Gentlemen, please don’t hesitate to ask.” With a lovely smile she closed the double doors gently and went back to her desk.

About an hour into the meeting her phone buzzed. She was asked to bring in a quarterly report from some months back. She slipped quietly through the double doors and up beside each Suit to deposit a copy of the information requested. Just as she dipped in to leave the last Suit his information, his hand ran up the back of her thigh. “Thank you, Sweetheart.”

His grip was unmistakable. Its course was brief, yet obvious. Did she have her legs apart? She couldn’t remember. His hand felt strong and persistent against her stockings. Her mind only had a moment to process the action as she stood, heated and jarred before her pleasing instinct slowly kicked in, “You’re welcome, Sir.”

She rounded the table and a Suit asked for a glass of water. She obliged. Leaning in to set his glass, The Suit on her left ran his hand across her ass gently. “You really are quite lovely.”

“Th..Thank you, Sir,” She flattened her hand against the pages that littered the conference room table. The Secretary arched her body and lifted her ass to meet The Suit’s hand. Just as quick and breathlessly as the moment had happened, it stopped.

She stepped back and smiled into the faces of the six grinning Suits. She wondered if they could smell her sex from where they were sitting. They couldn’t, but her nipples were obvious. Was she supposed to pretend that it didn’t happen now?

The Suits were quietly speaking amongst themselves. She took a small step forward and quietly spoke so as not to interrupt their interactions. “Is there anyone else I may be of help to?” One of The Suits across the table was still speaking to another, yet brought her over with the silent motion of two fingers. As she approached she could hear his belt unbuckling.

She bit back an anxious grin. This meeting was going very well.

Aug 172013
 

Since TH’s surgery, we’ve been going to physical therapy. This isn’t a large room. Lucky for me it was a slow day. However, there were still a few men working there. And this really old guy, who still didn’t look as if he approved of what I was doing.

“Hey, Man… smile, we’re taking a picture.”

Physical Therapy

 

PT1

 

PT2

 Who else is being Sinful?

Sinful Sunday

 

By the way, I’m hoping this will get me another notch up on my Scavenger Hunt List that Curvaceous Dee is hosting!

Jul 292013
 
Jun 122013
 

He was a virgin, all hisses and gasps. And I knew he couldn’t keep going if I kept touching him.

“Touch me.” – It came off as more of a demand.

“What?” – He whispered, like his parents were going to come in. We were in my house. No one was home.  I owned it.

“Touch ME – wherever you want.” – I rolled to my back, legs spread. My large breasts spread.

He sat up on his knees and wrapped an arm around my leg, initially planned on heading to my cunt, but  his head followed his other hand. It was reaching for a nipple. It was a fucking hard squeeze.  Hard enough for me to catback and moan, surprised and strong enough to yank my own nipple free.  I could tell that he didn’t know if my reaction was a positive or a negative one.

“Suck my nipples, please.” – Insert whore voice.

He was trying. It was too much.

I at least wanted to catch that first mouthful for him.

There was a lot of huffing and questionable looks. I laughed, played in his cum, and then cleaned up. We talked about it and how the nipple thing had just set me off. I had wanted him to be able to explore more. He wasn’t smoking, but he was high. We both were, after a weekend of fucking. You can’t give a boy a toy and not expect him to play with it.

Mar 142012
 

I enjoy taking pain from someone who enjoys giving it. He wants to give it. I want to take it. There’s a connection and a pleasure to be had with the exchange of power through pain. Once I’ve shared the excitement of that connection, “the want” sets in.  The pleasure gained can begin to overtake me. I want Him to hurt me. He wants to hurt me, too.

We cut the bullshit and lust takes over.  I know that He’ll want my nipples and breasts so I unleash them first, but my thighs are right behind them. I’ve  pushed my open  thighs towards Him in a nonvocal plea for stinging attention while the sound of His unbuckling belt was already setting off my cunt.

He decides where to start. He determines what part of me to take or taste. That’s His right. I get to slip away and enjoy the pain. I get to take what He gives with my chest caving or back arching. My body telling Him more than my words even could during such intense a situation.

He likes giving the pain. I enjoy taking it from Him.

Mar 132012
 

I laid flat on the bed with my head hanging over the edge… because He just wanted to start with my tits.

He stood over me with His legs spread apart… enough so that my head fit there easily and my hands came to rest on his upper legs.

I was nervous, anxious and cold but at His order, wouldn’t move a muscle.

Fear of Him as well as where that wax was going to fall both kept me in check on this one.

He was smiling and teasing and I couldn’t manage much of either.

He knew how I felt and so His sadistic side grew by leaps and bounds.

When He checked me before beginning, I knew that my cunt gave me away.

I assured Him that it was only because of how His demeanor had changed.

I was no more looking forward to that wax than I was sitting through a church service with my Grandmother.

He started with the wax.

They were tight, hot bites that I had nowhere to get away from.

He smiled the entire time. Some might say, a grin.

He chuckled at some of my reactions, at my hisses…

He changed locatons of that candle and played His game.

…how far away from my tender skin would he drop those liquid hot kisses.

He was so happy… but that wax hurt.

… I was happy to hurt for Him.