She sits up, reaches over and takes the condom from my hands, opens the foil package with poise and slides it gently over my stiff shaft. She then lies back on the desk and spreads her legs open for me. She teasingly circles her middle finger around her clit as she waits for my penetration, her breathing quickening with anticipation. She wants me. But I have to be sure before we go through with this.
“Are you sure you want this?” I ask with desperation in my voice.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers, licking her lips again.
And so our dance begins. I fuck her slowly and deliberately, the look on her face orgasmic with each of my gentle thrusts. She’s close – I can feel it. My thumb finds her swollen button and I stroke it with purpose. When I press down on it firmly, her eyes close tightly, she fists her hair and screams out.
“Oh, Sir!”
Those passionate words spoken so true and meek - this woman has bewitched me.
Hair of the Dog that Bit Her *bonus flash fiction
Alana woke with a pounding headache and a stiff cock being slapped on her face.
“Wakey, wakey, Princess”
She was in no mood for Marco’s lewd sense of humor, but the effects of the tequila were still lingering and she knew what he had to offer would cure her hangover. She wiped her eyes and opened her mouth. Marco pushed his cock into her greedy mouth and began to pump ferociously. Alana sucked his shaft as if her life depended on it, her velvet tongue flicking, licking and working its magic. Marco leaned forward, resting his hands on the headboard for leverage. One of her hands rested on his thigh, the other slipped into her panties, seeking out her hot, swollen pearl.
Marco brutally thrust his way to the back of her tight, sloppy wet throat. He pushed her auburn locks out her face and cranked his head to get a peek at her fingers working her pussy. She began to gag when he pushed deeper yet.
“Relax, cupcake. Open that throat. A good face fucking will cure your lush tendencies.”
Alana narrowed her hazel eyes at him, making him chuckle.
Marco growled and howled like a feral dog just before he shot his essence down her throat, his jizz spilling out around her chin. She lapped up every last drop of his manjuice, desperately needing it to cure her over-liquored condition. Throwing himself onto the bed next to her, she tucked herself into his arms, her hangover rapidly subsiding.
From Kitty Kat *bonus - not yet released
A+ for Effort
It was time to test Kat's training. He fastened the leash to her collar and without a word, she immediately got on all fours. Colton held onto the leash while Kat circled around near his feet, rubbing her body against his legs and purring softly. She rubbed her head against his calves and closed her eyes tightly as she submerged herself into her role as Colton’s pet.
Colton slowly unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. He slid his erect cock out of his briefs and stroked it while Kat continued to lavish him with wet licks all over his legs and thighs. He held his cock firmly and straight up, exposing his balls.
"Lick me clean, kitten,” he growled.
Kat was nervous, but she obediently did as she was told. She knew this was a test and she wanted to prove herself a worthy pet. She sat up on her knees, the tail shifting inside her bottom and arousing her to the point of wetness. As she maneuvered herself upward, the softness of the furry tail swept across her calves and soles of her feet, sending ticklish and seductive sensations throughout her body.
This was all so naughty and she loved it. She had wanted this for so long, she could hardly remember a time when she hadn't fantasized about it.
She looked up into Colton's eyes and they were shiny and gleaming with lust. She licked her way up his thighs, one at a time, slowly teasing him. She ran circles with her raspy tongue up closer and closer to his shaft, tormenting him with her paced rhythm.
Finally, she wet her tongue good, held onto his thighs, and licked his balls with short lapping licks, bobbing her head up and down as she went. Long licks came next, right at the base of his cock. And finally, more slick caresses in the crease where his thighs met his sack. She moved her head up and down, side to side, and Kat delighted in the way his body shivered with her movements.
She heard the leash fall to the floor and felt his free hand in her hair, guiding her head. The wet sounds she was making, the deep growling emanating from his throat and his divine taste were more than she could stand, and her arousal ran down her thighs.
Colton watched her intently, taking mental notes on her technique. She was doing very well. Yes - very well, indeed. She was turning out to be a perfect little kitten after all. The best he'd had yet. He had trained her well and he felt proud to call her his own.