Instinctual

She watches his muscles ripple and twitch every time her cane connects with his bare skin. The smack against hard flesh sends waves of pleasure through her own body, yet she knows not why; she feels only what drives her deep within a molten core. With every thud she becomes wetter, closer to freedom, the biting angst of her ruthless friend raking over welted skin again and again…

She relies on instinct, and instinct alone.

Dirty Talk

Talk dirty to you?

Like sneaking up behind you and sliding my hand up your skirt, past the tops of your stockings, and inside of your thong? How about my hand clenching slowly around your neck as I switch on the bullet? Once you get just close enough to coming, when your lips go red and your back arches, I’ll tear you out of that chair by your hair and slide my cock straight down your throat and fuck you like that until you swallow every last drop of me.

Is that dirty?

Maybe binding your hands, knees, and ankles with some white nylon rope and putting a gag in your mouth is dirty enough? Once you’re firmly in place, I’ll put a tie in your hair so that any sudden head movements will cause a hair pull. With that set up, I’ll gently rub you down with oil from your neck down the backs of your thighs, all the way down to the bind around your knees. On the way back up, I’ll slide one, then two, and then three fingers into your tight little ass, and then pump you full of my come with my hard cock.

Dirty enough?

Or should I slide the anal vibe into your ass while I lick gently along your pussy, getting hard at the smooth, soft skin and how it feels freshly bare beneath my tongue. You’ll start to shudder and pull your own hair eventually, at which point I’ll switch the bullet on and slide it around the edge of your clitoris and trace my tongue along your nipples. You can beg until your voice gives out…

Actually, I’m going to bind you prostrate. Bent over your bent knees, bound with white rope over your black stockings and beneath your pulled up skirt. I’ll bind your hands above your head and once the final knot is tied, I’ll pull your hair back and your head with it. I’m going to slide a dildo into your mouth and you will have hell to pay should I hear it hit the floor. Keep it in your fucking mouth. Keep it in your fucking mouth while I tear off your shirt. Keep it in your mouth each time you feel the cane crack onto your tight ass. Keep it in your mouth while I slide a vibrator into your wet, smooth pussy. I’ll turn it up slowly, bit by bit after each time you take the cane. Again and again.

Should you moan too loud when I slip my hard, hot cock into you and drop the dildo, I’ll come around to the side of the bed, pull your hair back, and slide my cock the whole way into your throat, holding your nose, turning the vibrator up to full speed. I’ll rub my hand from the crack of your ass to your neck while you just barely keep from choking on me. You have such soft, luscious red hair. And since you couldn’t keep a fucking dildo in your mouth while I beat you without mercy, I’m going to come in your torn shirt and wipe it all over your back, thighs, and if there’s any left, you can either lick it off or I’ll wipe it on your face…

Do you really want me to talk dirty to you?

The Balance of Power

I was beyond flattered when fellow blogger E.B. Addis asked me to write a piece together. He’s an incredibly talented writer, and the pairing was my complete pleasure. I hope you enjoy The Balance of Power, and please, take a look at his work.
~ NS

Miranda looked Jules in the eye and pushed her arse up against her tied slut’s face. Leaning forward with one hand on the big leather couch, she reached back and held the woman’s hair, her hips rotating and grinding. Her face was losing composure, but her command was clear.

“Mmm, that’s it, pretty pet, now lick my arse.”

A truly submissive moan of helpless arousal came from Adrienne as she lovingly bent to the task of pleasing her mistress. The feel of the stranger’s penetrating gaze upon her trashy behavior left her feeling completely exposed and vulnerable, her sweaty body twisting against her bonds as she trailed the tip of her tongue over the sensitive little bud before her.

Jules sat opposite the women whilst he quietly nursed his drink. Miranda was certainly proving to be a creature with intriguing qualities. She had trained her pet well, and was clearly as turned on by exercising her power as the sensations of that agile tongue. All the while she watched his face and felt his eyes on her. He watched her beautiful bosom heave as she moved, barely restrained by her bra. She saw his eyes travel to her rump, and she rolled her hips for him, pulling hard on Adrienne’s hair as she looked back over her shoulder. It had taken just a few challenging words for Miranda to end up here, within the spectacle before him. Perhaps I should try that more often, he smiled to himself, then corrected the thought. Miranda wasn’t your everyday woman, and the lascivious words he had whispered to her during their meeting would probably fetch him a slap with any other female, and rightly so. She brought out something predatory in him.

“Deeper, whore,” Miranda demanded, meeting his eyes and allowing herself a moan at the look of lust and admiration she saw there. As Jules watched her assertively use her tied companion, her formidable level of lust was clearly visible just under the surface, and he began to imagine that seeing her hit her own limits would be quite a thrilling prospect.

While Adrienne strained against the ropes that held her in the heavy oaken chair, tongue circling, sucking at her tender skin, Miranda pondered how they had come to this situation so quickly. Why did she feel such an intense need to please Jules, a virtual stranger? She had only known him but for a few impersonal meetings. She let out another, longer moan as she felt Adrienne’s tongue drag across her nerve endings with deliberation. Her breath started to quicken. She tried to remain composed while her body threatened to give her away. She looked to Jules sitting comfortably, his long legs extended, the glass balanced in his long fingers. Judging by his composure, you’d think the sight before him was an every day occurrence. Maybe it was. Perhaps it was all of the unknowns of this man that drove her to prove herself, maybe it was the challenge he presented. “I don’t know,” he had responded when she had extended the invitation. “As I have aged I have come to learn my tastes very well. They’re not for everybody.” Now she had him here, and she wondered about his cock, and just how long it would be before she had it all over her cunt, her mouth, deep inside her arse. The idea sent shivers throughout her body as she continued to push down on Adrienne’s eager tongue. She felt certain she would be rewarded for her diligence.

“Do you like what you see, Jules?” Miranda’s emerald eyes shone. They were darker now, brimming with desire and flecked with heat. Her proud nipples pushed through her sheer bra.

Jules stood, setting his glass aside, and walked closer to the two writhing women.

“Do I like what I see?” His relaxed voice replied, as he ran one finger down Miranda’s back, slowly tracing each bump of her vertebrae from her neck to her pulled-aside panties. He pressed down with his palm, bringing a moan from her as he forced her to arch her back further.

“And just what is it I see?” He met Adrienne’s lust-filled eyes and worked his fingers into her sweaty hair. He pushed her head against the round arse, then reached underneath and stroked his long fingers gently over Miranda’s wet, swollen mound.

“What I see is two whores, both eager to be used, neither yet aware of her own depths of desire.”

Miranda moaned and writhed in an attempt to get his fingers to press against her while pushing back on Adrienne’s penetrating tongue. He grabbed a handful of her fiery hair and lifted her head to look at him again.

“So you think you’re in control?” he said, close to her panting face. “I certainly hope you don’t think I’ll look favorably on an orgasm right now.”

A wave of lust coursed through her body at his words, and as he let go Miranda dropped her head and moaned. He returned his attention to the bound Adrienne, pushing aside Miranda’s hand to take control himself. He ground her face against Miranda’s crotch, moving her all around the wet, swollen, open parts.

“Is that how you please your Mistress?” He demanded.

Adrienne could only respond with her own moans, as she feverishly worked her tender tongue at her mistresses’ pleasure. He crouched down, Miranda’s grinding arse right by his face, and looked closely into the slut’s eyes as he guided her mouth to Miranda’s clitoris.

“Give this whore the pleasure you know how to bring her,” he said, his quiet words shocked into forceful command by his cruel fingers tweaking Adrienne’s nipple. Her reaction was extreme, and Miranda’s arousal jumped at the muffled cry into her hungry pussy, bringing out her own cry as her legs began to shake.

“Are you going to bring her climax, little fuckdoll?” he asked, still in complete control of Adrienne’s head, moving her mouth up and down. This commanding man now brought her to serious purpose, and she continued to lick, nip, suck, and probe at her mistress. Miranda felt herself slipping, struggling to hold herself back from the precipice, and quivering, she surrendered to her first climax erupting throughout her body. She threw her head back and howled, backing up to mash her sodden cunt against Adrienne’s face. Both women moaned in unison, Miranda bucking in heat over and over again, screaming with Adrienne’s tongue embedded deeply inside her.

When both women finally grew silent and still, Jules quickly straightened and unzipped his slacks. They fell to the floor with a hiss, both women lifting their heads at the sound as they recovered. He stood, his thick cock resting in his hand. Instinctually, Miranda reached for it, and Jules contemptuously swatted her hand away, grabbing a fistful of her hair instead. Her squeal penetrated the air, so much so that Adrienne involuntarily jumped in shock. He had their full attention now. The first smack against Miranda’s rear was louder than her squeal. The second, third and fourth connection rang out in the big room, one after the other, pushing her body forward with the force. Her squeals quickly turned into gasps turned into moans as the vibrations hit her wet pussy, then suddenly he had two fingers inside her, roughly penetrating her far more deeply than that tongue had.

“Those are for coming without my permission.” The tone in his voice had changed and now resembled a deep growl. He withdrew his fingers from her, his hand coming down a fifth, sixth and seventh time with equal velocity, wet digits slapping against her hot skin. Her body shuddered before his very eyes, her head hanging in blissful exhaustion, her red hair covering her face.

“And those are for being a wanton whore.” He looked down the length of Miranda’s body to find Adrienne’s eyes burning with lust just over the curves of her round arse. Smiling, he licked his lips and winked at her. He hadn’t forgotten about their loyal companion. It was time to put her through her paces. He was enjoying the shock painted on her face.

“I think it’s time for a change of plans,” he announced as he pulled Miranda to her feet by her hair. She stood teetering giddily on her heels. He pushed her down, her inflamed bottom finding comfort on the cool leather. Her face showed a mix of confusion and arousal as Jules walked over to Adrienne and quickly untied her. He returned with the white nylon rope and snaked it over and around Miranda’s wrists, binding them together. She started to talk but his eyes warned otherwise and she halted immediately. With Miranda secured, he returned to Adrienne. His rigid cock bobbed before her face. She wanted to reach out with her tongue, taste his pre-cum, take his length fully to the back of her throat. But she knew better and remained still.

He looked over to Miranda while rubbing his shaft against Adrienne’s soft flushed cheek. “This could have been yours if you hadn’t been so greedy and impatient.”

Anger grew in Miranda’s eyes, yet she said nothing. He circled the tip of his cock over Adrienne’s hungrily reaching lips and painted them with his pre-cum. He rubbed himself against her other cheek slowly as he spoke.

“You thought you had all the power, didn’t you, Miranda?” Jules pushed his cock firmly into Adrienne’s mouth. She took half his length as her tongue swirled over his warm taut skin, her eyes closing to take in the moment. She feathered the underside of his cock, beckoning him deeper. His fingers twisted in her hair as he stroked his cock in and out of her, savoring the silky wetness of her mouth. He enjoyed the sight of her lips stretched around his thick shaft, and sighed as he stroked her cheek tenderly with his fingers. “You want it all, don’t you?” Adrienne opened her throat to his forceful thrust, and responded with a long, low moan.

“My, you are a little service slut. No wonder she relishes your mouth so much.” Jules shoved his cock deeper still, his hands running through her silken locks, clenching fistfuls as he moved in and out of her velvet lips. He watched his length disappear and then reappear, in and out, in and out. Adrienne’s eyes fluttered open to catch his stare, and a pang of lust immediately surged within his belly, his cock twitching in her warmth. He looked over to Miranda, a hot wriggling mess only a few feet away.

“Tell me Miranda, do you like what you see?” His eyes burning bright as his cock continued to slip in between Adrienne’s lips, his grip tightening in her hair. Miranda wouldn’t answer. She sat and watched, her jaw slightly ajar as she watched Adrienne’s head bob. She looked at Jules but remained silent.

Jules twisted his fist tightly around Adrienne’s hair, her yelp muffled as she continued to suck cock. His balls felt heavy, ready to explode as her lips took over gliding feverishly upon his shaft. The base of his cock glistened as the tip pounded into the back of her throat.

“Finger yourself, pretty pet,” he commanded, and Adrienne obeyed. She ran her fingertips into her wetness and then over her clitoris lightly as she continued to suck. She moaned, sending a jolt into him yet again. He was close to coming. He looked at Miranda again. She sat with her legs apart, he pelvis forward, her pussy grinding into the leather. She rocked her hips slightly as she watched, the anger still dancing in her eyes.

“I asked you a question, do you like what you see Miranda? Answer me now or suffer the consequences.” Adrienne moaned as his grip tightened again, his hand pulling her hair down at the base of her neck. Her mouth opened further, and he shoved his cock down her throat with new force. His other hand found his way past her thong, past her own hands and to her sodden cunt, two, then three fingers invading her heat. She was incredibly wet, and it wasn’t long before his hand was covered in her. He wiped her wetness all over her cheek as he continued to fuck her mouth, and it was at that moment of dominance that Miranda answered.

“Yes,” she hissed, rocking her hips, grinding herself again the couch further. “Yes, I love watching you use her like a whore. I love watching you fuck her face, fuck her mouth, fuck her with your hand. I want to see you come all over her face as she comes, I want you to make her scream out in agonizing pleasure. I want you to give yourself fully to her, spend yourself all over her skin, and then come and plunge yourself into me. I want her to watch as I fuck you back, take your cock, milk you for everything you are worth. And I wont be through until you have nothing left to offer.”

And that was all it took to tip Jules over the edge. He felt the surge beckon in his balls, felt the electric swell run down his shaft. He pushed himself all the way into the back of Adrienne’s throat, his seed spilling into her mouth. He then withdrew, rivulets of come streaming across her face, lips and mouth, dripping onto her heaving breasts. It was at that instant her own orgasm hit, and screaming, Adrienne came crashing with Jules. Their moans were enough to send Miranda spiraling along with them, and she came hard writhing against the cool of the couch, moaning like a dirty whore as she slipped over the leather, her hips rocking as the waves of pleasure washed over her body.

Finally, after their gasps subsided, all three were limp and still. Miranda’s laugh was the first to break the silence.

“Wasn’t that the perfect introduction, Jules?” Her imp-like grin beckoned a deep chuckle from him.

Play

Did you feel the sting blooming when my hand cracked down on your ass last night? You fuck desperately when I pull your hair from behind.

Really? You want to play like that? I like that your cock is going to be hard all day thinking about me waiting in bed wearing lingerie when you get home.

Yes, I am thinking about your legs in stockings pressed against my chest while I thrust deeper and deeper into you. And, in the back of my mind, I’m thinking about tying your hands behind your back, putting you face down on the bed, and making you fuck back on a dildo I’m holding in my hands. At the rate you’re going, I’ll cane your ass so red you won’t be able to tell it from your suspenders…

Mmmmm…

It would be a shame to waste that nylon rope I bought. I want to spread your legs with a spreader bar, bind your hands behind your back, and gag you while I hold the bullet between your legs and torture you until you come. I’ll put you in front of a mirror and sit behind you so you can watch me stroke myself. That could be bad. I might just come into your thong and shove it in your mouth.

You know I love your come all over me any way I can get it.

I know you do. Even when I come on my finger and slide it into your ass. I would love to tie you to a chair and tear your clothes from you slowly…

I think I’m in trouble when you get home.

What makes you say that?

I can hear your growl from here.

I want to tease you until your pussy aches and your throat is sore from begging for my cock. I am going to hold you inches from orgasm for what will feel like an eternity…

Oh my God. See?

Yes. And I bet you can’t wait.

I’m incredibly wet already.

Nothing gets you more wet than when my hand smacks down on you. The fact that it pleasures you only makes me grit my teeth harder when I think about it…

Petulant and Demanding

I can almost see the words bouncing around your head now. I know I am, I’ve never hidden the fact. But you know as much as I do that I wear both labels with pride. Why, you ask? Well, that one is easy.

I want more.

Tell me, what do you think it would take to silence my acid tongue? My sharp barbs, the constant prods? You know I long to be reprimanded, don’t you? Just how saucy do I have to get to rouse you from silence?

Petulant? I could give the concept a run for its money. Will you dare term me so as I slip down the length of you, riding your cock slowly, deliberately taking my time, whispering obscenities in your ear as I come over your thick shaft? What if I slap your face as I climax, clawing at your back as my cunt tightens over you as I fuck back and take you fully into my heat? Am I petulant then, or simply a wanton whore used to getting her way?

Lets look at the notion of me being demanding. Would you honestly have me any other way? Just think of pounding into my wetness from behind, my hands bound behind my back with my face pressed against the cool sheets, me begging you to fuck me and fill my cunt with cock and come. Will you complain then of my mouthy demands, or simply accept that I know what I want and know how to get it?

You know as well as I do that you have ways of silencing me. Flip me over and kiss me deeply before you place the sash over my parted lips, securing it behind my head quickly, stealthily. With my hands still tied behind my back, make use of my vulnerability, my complete nakedness, my bare ivory skin. Lick a fiery path over every inch of me, bring me to life before your very eyes. Feel my body arch into you as you plunge your thick length fully into me, over, and over, and over again, my moans of ecstasy muffled against the sheer of fabric still covering my lips, my sodden cunt sucking the orgasm right out of you.

Or better still, unsheathe my lips, use my mouth, make me yours. Silence the slut in me as you feed me my arousal from your taut smooth prick, your salty pre-cum dancing all over my tongue. Fuck my throat slowly as my tongue feathers a path all over your slick shaft, the velvet soft of me beckoning you to just pull my hair back and explode urgently inside my mouth, teaching me a lesson for my sass, my intolerance.

Perhaps none of that will be enough, the darker part of my desire shining through. What will you do when I demand you shove your cock deep within my tight little arse? I think we both know you’d not hesitate for a split second, me on my front, your large hands easing my cheeks apart as you slide your length slowly into me from behind. I want to hear you growl in my ear as I push back, whimpering, my nerve endings on fire as your fingers graze my clitoris. Fucked and filled and drenched in pleasure, me crashing into bliss as rivulets of your come spurt endlessly into me.

Petulant and demanding, I wear both labels well. No one brings out the insatiable woman in me the way you do.