The Naughty Stuff(5)

She puts her mouth over me and sucks me completely dry and swallows everything I have to offer, and the feeling is exquisite. She gives me one last bite on my inner thigh - actually leaving her teeth marks on me and making me jump from the sting. What the fuck was that about? Whatever it was, I liked it.

She quickly gets up, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and sits back down. I get myself put back together, liking the fact that there’s nothing to clean up. She’s looking out the window, not saying anything. I wonder what’s going on in that gorgeous head of hers.





From Grace Street





Like a Rock Star


“I’ve already told you that I have no time for embarrassment. You have no reason for it. Do I really need to point out the obvious? You’re beautiful; intelligent and spirited.” The hidden smile lines on Elsa’s face materialized but she stood unmoving. “Now come over here and let me make up for making you piss yourself.”

Her joy disappeared and the blood rose to her cheeks as if recalling the memory. She scanned the floor but he could see she was thinking about his offer, causing a smile to creep onto his face. She wore her humiliation well and he couldn’t help but feel pleased with himself.

Growing more impatient as she stood contemplating what to do, he leaned back onto a pillow, closed his eyes and began to stroke himself again in hopes that he could entice her. Right on cue, he felt her hands on him, warm, damp with nervousness and greedy. He left his eyes closed, enjoying the randomness of her movements. When she took a hold of his shaft, he rested his hands under his head and focused on all the sensations she was providing him with.

Several long, slow strokes later, her wet mouth was felt on his dick. He grunted when she swirled her tongue over the crown and his abdominal muscles contracted with longing. Thankfully she was good at giving head. Much better than Seven. She was good at it too, but that was her only saving grace. Hell, Elsa was a close second place behind Five when it came to oral talents and that was saying a lot because that man could suck cock like a rock star.

This was what oral was supposed to be like – sloppy and wet. He felt the tight muscles of the back of her throat capture him and he pried his eyes open, wanting to see the sinful vision of her red hair all around him and her drool-soaked lips. Rising up on his elbows, he pushed her long locks to the side to get a better view and she didn’t disappoint. For all her unnecessary bashfulness, she gave head like that’s what she was born to do. She placed both her hands at the base of his penis, twisting them in opposite directions and it was all he could do to not shoot his load down her throat.

It was time for another lesson in humiliation 101. He pulled her hands away from his shaft and pulled them behind her back, pinning them there with one hand while he grabbed a handful of her hair with the other. He thrust his hips upwards while simultaneously pushing down on her head, forcing himself deep into her throat. Elsa’s body jerked as she gagged loudly and a debauched grin spread over his face. Dragging her mouth away from his dick, a thick ribbon of drool pooled out of her mouth and down his cock. How would she react to this? Tears again?

Elsa’s watery eyes met his and to his incomprehension, there wasn’t one ounce of shame or remorse shining back. He pushed her head down again trying to elicit discomfiture, but still, all that was gazing back at him was longing and that same damned defiance as before. She was a dirty girl after all, or maybe something in between filthy and demure. Perhaps she couldn’t be put into any one category at all. She clearly liked being dominated and the feeling of complete authority surged through him.

He heaved her body to the side and ravaged her, tearing her clothes off like a madman, the fabric of her snug-fitting dress shredding under his ravenous hands. She fisted his hair and bit into his neck harshly, making him hiss through his gritted teeth. So she liked it rough, too…





From Continental Beginnings





The Girl for the Job


I’m scanning her resume hoping to find something positive or any reason I should hire her, but it contains only the basic crap that discloses absolutely nothing about the stunning individual seated across from me. She moves in her chair again and her fragrance wafts past me, breaking my concentration.

Before I have a chance to say anything, the sweetest of sweet voices fills my ears.

“I realize I have no experience, but I’m a fast learner and very eager to please…”

My eyebrows go up to her remark. Eager to please, is she? She immediately tries to retract her statement, but the seed of desire has already been planted in me.

“What I mean is… I’m a fast learner,” she sighs.