You guys my head is completely pornified today.
Current status: Tea and daydreaming. <3
She was sitting on the bed wearing nothing but a silk tie wrapped around both wrists.
Her hands were behind her back and her chin was up. Her chest was rising and falling with short quick breaths and her lipstick was smudged just enough. I turned the music up so loudly that I couldn’t hear her, and I closed my eyes as I undid my belt. I leaned back just enough as my hand slipped into my pants. And I remembered.
I remembered the first time I slapped her face, and I recalled our first kiss. I remembered her crying as I told her she was almost enough; she came for me so gently I had to press my ear to her lips to hear her moans. I thought about her begging and pleading when I took her ass, and I thought about how pretty her eyes get when she’s lost in need.
My hand moved faster as each memory surged through my body, but it wasn’t until I was close to the edge that I went to her. She laughed with joy as I pulled her head back by her hair, and she opened her mouth in relief.
As I came I remembered the first time she used my name when she told me she loved me.
So last night when my sexy husband was out for drinks I stayed home to catch up with a good friend and dye my hair while singing Back In Black (in spite of knowing hardly any of the lyrics) and eat a whole lot of leftover apple-pear crumble. My husband walked in while I was half naked and taking pictures of myself with this balloon.
“What makes you wet?” he asked coyly.
“It’s the name of K’s blog,” I replied.
“That’s a clever name,” he said. “Can I pose for one too?”
And voila! Double birthday wishes for itmakesmewet.
“She’s such a good girl Daddy, can we keep her as a house pet?” I teased.
His tongue and hands had her so close, she was gripping the sheets and my shoulders and anything else that was close by. “I want to be your pet. I’ll be so good, I promise I won’t be much trouble…” she ranted, needing more, so close to the edge.
I took the belt, which was looped like a leash, off of my neck and cinched it around hers, turning the buckle so I could hold it tight while he slipped on a condom and pulled her closer. She hadn’t stopped pleading. “Shh, let’s see how good you can be for Daddy,” I said. “Don’t make another sound.” She let out a soft moan and I yanked her leash sharply, pulling her face closer to mine. “Not. Another. Sound. If I hear one noise I’ll tell him to stop fucking you.”
He tested her, she held her breath, I could see her struggle. “I know you can do it pretty girl, don’t disappoint me.” I whispered as she shut her eyes tight to keep it all in. The tiniest squeak escaped from her lips and I let the leash go slack. I gave him a look and he pulled out entirely, waiting.
“No. No. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Pretty. I’ll do it this time, I won’t make a sound I swear.” I hushed her and asked her if she wanted another chance. Like a good girl she did.
I watched her face as he drilled her, his fingers stroking her clit, they were so hot together, and she was doing so well. She didn’t make a sound that time. I go all soft when people rise to the challenge. “Baby,” I said sweetly. “You’re doing such a good job, but I miss your sounds. I’m so proud of you, you can make noise again. I want to hear how much you like it. What a good girl you are.”
I watched them fuck hard; unhinged, sweaty, primal.
They came together.
It was gorgeous.
He puts me on my back, his belt around my neck so he can hold me firmly in my place while he slides himself slowly into my tightest space.
“Show her. Show her how good you are for me baby. Show her how you like it. Tell her.” It’s that uncomfortable place half way between humiliation and ecstasy, where I’m squirming and I’m wet and the wheels in my busy head spin full force before they finally standstill. It’s overwhelming and raw and it’s right in the middle of my chest and it’s heavy and I’m warm all over. I can feel those stubborn places in my head struggling to maintain control, but they’re slowly losing purchase.
He has me admit that I cum harder when he fucks me there. I blush when I tell her I like it best when I’m on my back so I can watch his face as he works himself into me. He teases me, he starts so slowly that I ache for it. She’s rubbing my clit, in awe of how wet I am, he moves at a glacial pace when I want to erupt like a volcano. He’s tormenting me, telling Sunny to watch and pay attention. I’m begging him now, fussing and arching, “Please? Please let me have it?”
He plunges into me, strong and steady, I gasp. I thank him desperately.
“That wasn’t me, that was Sunny,” he says. She’s smiling, mischiveious. She took pity on me and pushed his hips hard against me. He’s entertained. “Looks like she’s on your side, Heart.”
He pulls his belt tighter and I can hear her sigh and eventually I can’t hold on anymore and I come so hard I see flashes of lights and it sounds like someone is screaming and maybe that’s me, but I don’t know and I don’t care and their hands are all over me and I’m shaking from the force of my orgasm. He lays on top of me to hold me still. “Shhh…” his voice in my hear soothes me as he brushes my hair from my eyes.
“See Sunny, that’s how big girls like it,” he says. “Didn’t she do so well?”
Sunny says she wants to be a big girl too. He chuckles as he kisses her and pulls her close. “Not yet little girl.”
It was all so fucking hot, the power dynamics had shifted and he was exploiting it beautifully.
I was sitting up, leaning against the headboard, and Sunny was on her hands and knees on top of me. We were kissing and she was telling me secrets. “I’ve never had my ass fucked Heart, could I watch him fuck you there? Could you show me how to take it like a big girl?” I almost didn’t notice his hands, it was dark, but then his buckle caught the light.
“Uh oh Sunny. Daddy’s got his belt,” I said wide eyed and knowing.
“Because we were bad girls when we were out?” she asked.
“Shhh!” I urged. “You’re not supposed to tell him that!”
He looped it like a noose and slipped it around my neck, pulling the black leather taut and bringing my mouth to his hard cock. “First she’ll show you how much big girls like the belt, and then she can show you how much they like having their little asses fucked.”
She watched intently, one hand on her clit and the other on mine. I kept my eyes on his as he moved me like a marionette, pulling me closer as I looked up at him.
“Mmm, that’s so good baby,” he moaned as he tightened the reins. “What a good girl you are.”
We’re dressing up and going out to play tonight. You guys know how much I love dressing up right? I fucking live for it. Even as a little girl Halloween was my favourite holiday; candy AND costumes? GOLD! All day I’ve been distracted form work by mulling over my accessory and outfit options for tonight. Our costumes are GREAT! I can’t wait for my mister to come home so our weekend can start… and we’ll decide if we’ll start with tricks or treats.
(Part 1 is here.)
I had been half asleep in a warm, fuzzy, post-orgasmic bliss when I heard the shhhhh sliding sound of leather slipping past denim loops, his jeans dropping to the floor and the cold metal clink of his belt buckle. It was sobering.
He straddled me, slid the smooth leather over my curves and slapped my pussy sharply with the tail. I flinched and he did it again, and again. Some felt so good, hitting that fleshy spot that jiggles and makes the best cracking sound, others stung so badly they made me jump and wince. There wasn’t enough time for me to figure out which I liked best.
He put one hand on each end of his belt and used the smooth flat surface like strap to pin me down as he teased and tormented my swollen, sensitive clit. When I least expected it he flicked the end of his belt across my face. It burned, warm, I cried out in surprise but even to me my voice sounded tiny.
He looped his belt and slipped it over my head until it was tight around my neck. I breathed an unfamiliar wave of calm. I could feel myself taking flight from my busy head with it’s anxiously neurotic thoughts that play on repeat for most of my day. I could feel myself disappear.
The last thing I remember is him tightening the belt and holding the end of it in his clenched teeth, leaving his hands free to pull my hips closer to his so he could fuck me like he was trying to break me.
I don’t think I came again, I think I was beyond that. I don’t even remember him finishing, or us falling asleep. I just remember sleeping like a baby and waking up in awe of the marks; the ones you could see, and the ones you couldn’t.
Monday night I dominated my husband. This rarely happens. He’s so top he doesn’t even feel comfortable being teased usually, he likes to be doing, not getting. He has very little practice being in a submissive space. It was hot.
Tuesday he sent me a text during the day. “I’m sore baby. Tonight, you’re gonna get it.”
I swear to god, I got so wet so fast I almost fainted.
When we finally got to bed that night he made me cum using his hands and tongue in under 3 minutes. It was all about me, he was completely focused and I had one of those long intense orgasms where the plateau lasts forever and you feel like you might have a heart attack.
He put his big warm hand over my chest while I twitched and moaned afterwards and pinned me down (just enough that I felt still grounded). I love that it just takes one hand. His strength comforts and excites me.
I thought he had forgotten his promise.
I heard his belt before I saw it.
I’ve watched this scene so many times, because I keep thinking if I watch it again I’ll like it. I mean, it has so many things I love; Stoya, threesome action, Sasha, belt choking, Stoya… but every time I watch it I just want to steal her from these jerks who keep spitting in her mouth and being meanies to her. “I’ll be nice to you pretty… come home with me instead.”
I held my breath, ironic considering what was about to come. He teased me with the leather end of his belt; stroking me with it, slapping my ass, pussy, thighs and feet with it a little as I writhed on all fours, flinching and moaning. Not hard enough to leave marks the next day, but hard enough to sting and wake me up.
When he finally gave in and looped it like a noose I gasped, not for air but at the shock of how close I was to cumming. He fucked me from behind, and I felt so needy. Needy for his hands and strength and the filthy strings of words coming out of his mouth. He laughed when he realized his belt was long enough (or I was small enough) that he could still slap my ass with it while it was around my neck.
The rest is a blur. I forgot who I was. His fingers were in my mouth as he pulled harder and harder on his belt, now his leash, telling me that dirty girls like me needed their mouths kept busy, telling me he wished there was another cock to make me feel like the little slut that I am. My face pushed down into the pillows as he fucked me as hard as he could, his grip tightening, my pussy tightening, my pulse pounding in my temples, and that strange sound in my ears, like waves.
I came in no time at all. I collapsed against him. He loosened my noose. I gasped. Everything stopped spinning, the ocean stopped ringing in my ears, all I could see was him. All I could feel were his hands.
“Better now baby?” he asked, genuinely.
And when I answered yes, he flipped me over onto my back, re-adjusted the belt so he could hold it from the front while he watched my face, and fucked me for another hour. At one point he stood at the edge of the bed, stroking himself over my face, making me hold the belt myself, telling me to pull harder.
When he finally came inside of me we stayed like that a long time. Exhausted.
“How’d I do baby?” he asked sleepily.
“To be honest? I didn’t think you had it in you. But I was wrong.”
“Did it hurt?” he asked quietly.
“No. Yes. It’s hard to say.”
“It’ll be better next time.” he said. And with that he dozed off. And I was wide awake and bewildered, thinking of that sentence over and over, wanting to ask a million follow up questions; thrilled.
Confession: After the belt incident (which I promise to finish writing about today!) I tiptoed out of the room and snapped a picture of the red marks on my pale skin. I also may have (totally) emailed it to someone.
He came home very late. He came out of the shower, kissed me wearing just a towel. I poured him a drink. He told me to wait for him in bed. I waited on all fours with my ass in the air, trying to be cute.
He chuckled when he walked in, ran his rough hand up the inside of my thigh, just barely touching the place I wanted to be touched most of all. He told me he could feel the warmth radiating from between my legs, asked me what I had been doing while I waited. I started to explain when he slid his fingers inside of me and I gasped and my elbows buckled and he said “Aw… already baby? I don’t even have my leash on you yet.”
His hands were everywhere, firm and knowing, my mind was swimming already. When I felt him pull away from me for a moment (one hand still on my hip to keep me grounded) I didn’t know if I could last much longer. Then I heard the clink of his belt. Even though I knew it was coming, the effect was sobering. The fog cleared. I swallowed hard.
(This is part 1 of this story. You can read part 2 here.)