Tuesday, 31 January 2017

Young Posy's Experiences with Porn

The background ...

When I was younger I regularly read porn magazines.  This was before internet, instead these glossy magazines were  filled with soft porn in the form of naked girls’ pictures and saucy short stories.  Later I read slightly more direct porn magazines filled with small ads for escorts, people wanting to hook up for sex or selling sex aids, but still filled with the glorious stories.  I’m sure there was also harder stuff out there, and more specific to fetishes, but that wasn’t what I was into.  I bet lots of you started that way, and can remember when, for soft porn, guys could not be ‘hard’ and girls could not be ‘wet’ in the pictures, and most of all, girls had hairy pussies!

At school boys get changed or showered for sport together, maybe that is where all the posturing and bravado comes from, as they peacock about showing off their dicks, their biceps and taut buttock muscles.  Girls keep themselves wrapped in towels ,they often have cubicles to change or shower in. I think a young female’s self approval gets shaped by what she sees on the catwalk, in magazines and by popular actress and music icons - now that’s a much harder ‘template’ to shape yourself with, especially with the low confidence which tends accompany your teenage years!  This, of course was before the internet explosion, now the youth of today can easily view pornographic images and very heavy, raw porn and the practices it portrays, can be perceived as mainstream.  Kids today are trying stuff like anal before they have even had a chance to get ‘bored’ with the more ‘vanilla’ practices!

Here is a (semi-fictional) story inspired by those earlier times - enjoy!

Centrefold : Posy Churchgate

When I was in my twenties, my boyfriend regularly brought home porn magazines.  These glossy magazines were  filled with soft porn in the form of naked girls’ pictures and saucy short stories. I’m sure there was also harder stuff out there, and more specific to fetishes, but that wasn’t what we were liked.  We would read the stories together, view the pictures and, once we felt horny, we’d mess around and end up having sex.

When I looked at these magazines I compared my breasts to the women in their pages, mine are big-ish (DD) but I was fascinated by the little breasts, the lovely gentle peaks which were sometimes dominated by large flat nipples.  I loved to look at these breasts, which were so small they weren’t even orbs, and I envied girls who could go without a bra.  Mine would have wobbled and jiggled so much when I walked, that everyone would guess that I was bra-less.  Without a bra my boobs felt heavy but my boyfriend loved them, he’d have taken delight in everyone noticing!

I also found myself fascinated by the range of pussies displayed in these magazines, dark hair, light hair, curly or straight (not so many shaven as now). The inner folds of flesh came in varied darker shades too and many lips were different shapes and sizes, not all were symmetrical and neat, as my sheltered teens had led me to imagine.  At school girls keep themselves wrapped in towels used cubicles to change or shower in, not so much chance to compare with you peers and see that a huge variety exists and it’s all normal.

I loved this ‘through the keyhole’ opportunity to closely study the bodies of other females, plus I liked the naughty settings.  The photo shoots tended to go the same way: 1 girl (occasionally 2) would be fully dressed for the first picture, next they would be shedding garments, or unbuttoning / unzipping everything til the third picture they wore underwear only, though the bra was often gone!  Next shot their legs were spread, all their womanly secrets on display.  The last picture - much the same but from a different angle, perhaps bent over something or a rear view whilst the girl looked back over her shoulder coquettishly.  If there was fancy-dress or props, these would inject some novelty into the photo spread e.g. “Ooops! I was drinking milk and I’ve spilled it, so it’s dripping off my breasts and into my naked pussy.”

At this time I didn’t earn much, but I loved to treat myself to sexy undies.  I always wore stockings because my boyfriend and I preferred them, so I used to buy matching bras, garter belts and knickers.  I loved it when my boyfriend ran his hand up my leg and under my skirt, to that exotic area of bare flesh above the stocking top and before the knickers began.  He had a manual job, so his skin was rough and rasping and it thrilled me to feel his hands pawing my gusset aside before he sank his fingers into my already drooling pussy.  I loved to abandon myself to his rough foreplay, it made me feel like a delicate fragile thing in the hands of a lusty hungry savage.  I’d close my eyes and lie back, letting him push my skirt up round my waist, sawing in and out of my slippery hole with 1, 2 maybe 3 fingers. I imagined my pale flesh on display, my pretty satin undies framing my dark pussy while I abandoned myself to the sensations awoken by his rough fingers or his tongue exploring my fleshy folds, while I floated in the heady whirl of my escalating arousal.  The squelching sounds of my greedy pussy soaking his hands was music to my ears, I loved how my juices ran out of me once he had  awoken the sex kitten which hid within my prim exterior.  I ground down on his hands and moaned as quietly as I could, not wanting him to stop his exquisite torture.

I loved to kneel over him in a lingerie set, letting him pinch and pull at my breasts through my bra before straddling one of his legs and bending down to the task of taking his hot, swollen dick in my mouth.  He had taught me what he liked so I would lick and suck all around the helmet area until he was breathing heavily, then I’d use the grip of my hand and my mouth together to simultaneously suck and wank him to climax.  I knew he felt my wet pussy rubbing on his thigh, letting him know how turned on I was.  If he opened his eyes he had the vista of my bulging breasts jiggling in my lacy bra. Once he came, his stomach and groin would be decorated with ropes of opaque cum, and I would suck his member gently as it wilted and lap at the trails of semen, tasting his salty climax.

Sometimes I’d read a story to him from one of the magazines, or we’d lie side by side reading and swapping magazines, sharing what we found hot, and we’d kick around the idea of submitting pictures of me to be be picked for a reader’s wives photo session.  I lacked confidence that my body was good enough, but he loved my big boobs, my slim legs and my small, pert bum.  I wasn’t sure that I could relax enough around a total stranger (or crew?) to take off my clothes and open my legs.  What I wasn’t frightened of, however, was being admired and lusted over by total strangers once the magazine hit the shelves!  Shit no!  That extra layer of ‘distance’ woke the exhibitionist in me,  The thought that images of my nubile body were in magazines or stuck to walls for mechanics, bus drivers and builders up and down the country to wank over, was a heady dream for me.  The idea made me hot and wet so we‘d have wild sex after these discussions, me on top riding him hard and rubbing circles around my clit, until I came and he came in a sweating, heaving tangle of limbs.

Not wanting to drop off a film of ‘porno’ type pictures (of myself) at my local chemist for developing, we decided that we’d use a Polaroid camera. This way the pictures would develop instantly and we’d be able to re-take shots if we weren’t happy with the results.  
  • Plenty of colour film and flash cartridges for the camera : check
  • House to ourselves for a whole day : check
  • Legs shaved : check
  • Selection of sexy undies in my bag : check
  • Mission ‘Centrefold’ is a go!

I felt a mixture of nervous and excited.  We had studied different successful pictures and were pretty sure that we could do better, for starters I was 5-10 years younger than most of the usual entrants.  We tstripped the bedding off, down to the white bottom sheet and pillows (it always looked tacky if there were frilly cushions or curtains in the shot).  I began to change, taking off my jacket and kicking off my shoes, but my boyfriend stopped me, he suggested I removed only my knickers so the first picture would be me lifting my skirt and revealing a bare pussy.  I reluctantly agreed, this wasn’t what I’d imagined, but hey it was just the first picture, so I slipped my panties off, put my stilettos back on and climbed onto the bed and posed, leaning back on my elbows.  I teased him by tugging my full skirt up slowly, revealing my cunt lips very gradually.  To my delight he let out a deep breath of appreciation, giving my confidence a massive boost.  He suggested I raise one knee, which I did, and then I let the other leg spread wide so that my box was spread open. My boyfriend pressed the camera’s button, and with a flash and whir he took the first picture.  We waited the requisite time for the image to develop and there I was, captured as a wanton hussy!

Putting it to one side I slid off the bed, stepped out of my shoes and reached to unzip my skirt.  Suddenly my boyfriend took me in his arms and kissed me, long and slow.  My skirt dropped to the floor and pooled around my bare feet. He nibbled at my neck and ear and whispered,
“Why don’t I shave you?”

What?  Shave me? My heart beat very fast, and I felt uncomfortable but he was very persuasive.  Soon I was standing in the bath while he used the shower head to wet my pussy and lather up my bush with a bar of soap.  The process so far would have been arousing, but I was too nervous about getting nicked to be turned on.  He stood close to me (he was outside the bath) and he drew the disposable razor down my mound and shaved a clean stripe, there was no going back!  He was fairly quick and matter of fact about it all, coaxing my foot up on the side of the bath so he could access the ‘undercarriage’ part of me to shave up to the lips, holding my skin taut with his other hand.  The shower head rinsed me clean and washed the soap and trimmed hairs down the drain, so now my pussy was properly naked and I was shocked how different it looked.

“Don’t you think it looks like a little girl’s?” I asked in a hushed whisper.
“That’s what so hot!” he replied with a wink, “but not exactly like a girl’s, because you have a woman’s body.”  

He squeezed and fondled my breasts and I felt slightly reassured as he used a towel to pat me dry. Then I returned to the bedroom and removed the rest of my clothes, before slipping on a black, wet-look g-string.  Habit had me reaching down to tuck my curls into the little triangle of fabric, but of course there was no need!  My fingers met the soft smoothness of my newly shaved skin and a tingle went through me, a thrill at the increased sensation. I bent forward to place my toe in the sheer black stockings I’d brought and set about un-rolling and smoothing them up my leg. My boyfriend stood behind me, cupping my bare buttocks with his hands and I rubbed up against him like a kitten whilst I repeated the process with the other leg, before fastening the garter belt and using the button and keyhole shaped attachments to hold the stockings in place.  I could feel his boner through his jeans so I reached behind me and rubbed it lazily.  He ground against my teasing touch. I bent forward at the waist & took a matching black bra from my bag putting it on, shoulders first, then tipping my full breasts into the lace & mesh cups before stretching the back strap round so that he could fasten it for me.

“You look so fucking horny!” he said, a gravelly rasp of desire in his voice.
I smiled with a secretive expression and eased myself onto the bed, no shoes this time.  I put the soles of my feet together,  letting both my knees drop out, so my legs spread wide.  My boyfriend took a picture and placed it on the side to develop.  I let my bra strap slip off one shoulder and I used two fingers to pull the triangle of the g-string to  the side a little, so that my bare mound was exposed and the elastic thong began to slide between my pussy lips.

“Oh that’s good!” he exclaimed, snapping another shot.
“It’s meant to be bad!” I laughed and turned so my back was toward him.  I tilted my buttocks like I wanted to be spanked, whilst trying to convey that message in my facial expression.  I heard him take two pictures in quick succession.
“It’s bad alright!” he chuckled and stroked both my arse cheeks, making me feel quite heated.

I hopped off the bed before he could get carried away - I couldn’t be wet in these pictures!  Instead I went to my holdall and rummaged around for a pale lilac set of undies.  These were trimmed with white lace and would give me more of an innocent look, well if you could look innocent with your legs spread and an expression on your face which said ‘fuck me!’

Whilst I unclipped the black stockings and rolled them back down off my legs, my boyfriend checked the pictures he’d already taken of me in the black undies.  He held them up to  me as I switched lingerie.  I was impressed, I looked relaxed and believable in the role of temptress.  The pictures were hot, easily as good as others submitted to “Readers’ Wives”.
“That’s my favourite!”  He tapped the picture where I was allowing a peek of my shaven haven as I dragged the thong to one side.
“I’ll bet it is!” I smirked.  “How long have you been wanting to shave me?  You never said!”

I shimmied the suspender belt over my hips as I spoke, this one was more satin, less lace  and worn lower on my hips than the other.  I had chosen white stockings with a bow motif on the heel to wear with it, I rather liked the virginal effect it gave and, on my pale skin, the stockings looked a lilac-white colour.  My boyfriend liked it too and gave a low whistle before replying.
“I thought it would make you stand out, give you something different from the other wives and girlfriends.”
I nodded, it made sense.

The bra which matched this set had been too flimsy to hold my double D’s, so instead I’d purchased a white “Gossard Glossy”.  This was a seamless, front-fastening bra made of a fabric which was similar to sheer tights material (but stronger),  it lifted and shaped my breasts but was totally see through, making a glossy (almost glittery) sheen over my tits, with no attempt to conceal my nipples at all.  I know my boyfriend thought my boobs looked great in this bra and he also loved the way it allowed a bit more of the natural breast ‘jiggle’ when I walked.

For this underwear I had also purchased a prop - a red lollipop, so I unwrapped it and perched my bum on the edge of the bed.  I spread my legs  to support my weight and toyed with the round lollipop provocatively against my pouting lips.  My boyfriend got down on his knees in front of me and took a snap looking up at the vista in front of him.  My legs were smooth and toned and the muscles were straining a little to hold my pose.  The bikini pants I wore were lilac and white lace, and their skimpy style meant that they had already bunched up and gone up my arse when I sat down, giving me a delicious wedgie.  My waist was slim and this made my boobs look all the more voluptuous.  I leaned forward a little to increase my cleavage and stuck out my tongue, twirling the lollipop on its glistening pink surface.  My boyfriend clicked the camera again.

Next thing I knew he was kneeling so close that I could feel his breath moving the little hairs on my skin.
“Hold still sexy, I need to adjust your outfit a little,” he commanded.

As I sat there, he leaned in and began to suck my nipple through the bra fabric!  I tried to protest, but it felt too good, and before I knew it he’d released it and moved to the other breast, which he licked and sucked in the same way, before eyeing them both critically and moving back to his previous position.  I was feeling a little breathless now, but he was all business as he snapped a couple more shots while I licked on the lollipop seductively.

Next I released the catch on the glossy bra and my breasts sprang free, nipples still puckered from my boyfriend’s ministrations so I felt confident that they were more of a pert shape.  I looked into the camera knowingly and trailed the sticky lolly over the tip of one breast.
“Nice!” my boyfriend breathed as he pressed the shutter button.
“Now without you nicks!” he exclaimed and looked pointedly at my crotch.

I felt strangely nervous to remove them, whilst feeling exhilarated at the same time.  I stood and slid them down off my hips and past the extra white band of the stocking tops.  As they travelled past my knees he told me to stop.  He pushed my knees apart again, but only to a width that held my panties taught between my legs.  With the red lollipop still held in my hand I posed as if I had been caught in mid-action, my hands sliding the silky knickers down my stockinged legs.

He took one picture kneeling and then lay in front of me, so that the next snap would be an up-shot aimed towards my shaved snatch, my breasts hanging a little as I leaned forward to reach my panties at my knees.
“Ohhh that’s the money shot!” he almost moaned, as the camera whirred and the black looking photo rolled out.  He took the picture and flapped it in the air as if that would make it develop quicker.  He warned me not to move in case we needed to re-take any pictures, but  soon we were looking closely at all our snaps and feeling very elated.  They looked great!  We’d captured that elusive mood of innocence and knowing, sexy but not slutty, undressed but not baring all.

He put them carefully to one side, along with the camera, and then came our time to play!
“You naughty girl!”  he cooed, “you loved doing that didn’t you?”
I nodded, feeling puffed up with pride at how good I looked in those pictures and aroused at the sensations his fingers were awaking in me as they stroked up my stockinged thighs and he let his fingers slide under my bare buttocks and pull my groin towards his face.
“I want to lick you, to bury my tongue deep in your hot little slit.  Do you want that?”  
I could only nod, yes I did. Even listening to him saying it was giving me tingles and I could feel my arousal building as the dampness in my pussy became undeniable.  As he licked and sucked at me I could smell the spicy sweet aroma of my juices and the goosebumps gathered on my skin.  Lying back I looked down at my body, noticing my nipples had become hard, dark peaks of flesh on my breasts.  I ran my fingers through his hair distractedly as I felt fingers and tongue stroking and rubbing in and around my pussy in a confusion of fabulous sensations.

I could not reach any part of him to return the pleasure, but I moaned and mewled with desire and he urged me,
“Go baby go, let yourself cum,” in between sucking and slurping at my molten core.
“Harder, please, harder!” I hardly recognised my own voice, it was such a desperate whine, but he heard me and pushed his fingers in deeper and harder until I began to clutch and spasm on them in the first colorburst of my climax. I drew my knees in as I came, clamping his head either side as if I would never let him stop his tongue action.  The twitches and spasms continued long and hard, the aftershocks had me lying spent with my legs spread while he stood up and undid his trousers, releasing his swollen cock from its denim and cotton prison.  He stroked his shaft firmly and swiftly, pumping his fist up and down and never reducing his grip.  He kept looking at me all spread out and vulnerable while he tugged at himself.

“Squeeze your tits!” he commanded, so I pinched and twisted my nipples while he watched.  I also used my arms to push my breasts together a little more, knowing how much he loved to rub his dick in between them sometimes.

His breath quickened and I noticed his buttocks clenching until suddenly his whole body was bucking with spasms and jiz came pumping out of his cock and landed on me, hitting my breasts and stomach, my face and neck.  His eyes were tight shut, but I lay very still until he recovered himself and could admire his handiwork.  As the aftershocks died away he looked down at me and the mess of cum he’d just decorated me with.  I felt dirty but I felt proud too, I loved that I drove him wild with desire and I rather liked moving from Ice Queen to Slut in one session!

He had a big smile on his face as he passed me a wad of tissues to clean myself up with.
“That was incredible!” he said, wiping my juices off his cheeks and chin. “You are such a sexy temptress.  Was it good for you?”
“Yes, it was great?”  I nodded with enthusiasm and sat up to kiss him.  He tasted of me, but  I liked that too.  “Can I get a shower?”
He looked at the clock and nodded, but urged me to be quick, his brother would be home from work soon.  We took it in turns to rinse ourselves off and get dry and dressed, then we sat down to choose which pictures we would send off to the magazine, then he locked the rest in his briefcase (a 21st birthday present he hadn’t thought was very useful when his uncle gave it to him!)

I seem to think it was me who wrote the letter and sent it off to the magazine, but we didn't get a reply and I certainly never saw my photos published in subsequent issues of the lads’ mag.  A few months after that we split up, I can’t remember why, but I know I didn’t ask for the pictures back.  I have often wondered if he kept those that we didn’t send off for his own private ‘spank bank’.  Whatever, I have happy memories of the day I became his ‘centrefold’.

For #MasturbationMonday - the wonderful erotic writing meme by Kayla Lords I have submitted this story - click the link to see who else has submitted tales of smutty fun!

Tuesday, 24 January 2017

Cleaner Close #1 - Her BDSM Journey Begins

Are you Curious about BDSM?

It's OK to admit it, lots of us are, so include it in our fantasies.  Handing over the control of your pleasure to someone else is a huge, brave step, but it is also very liberating.  I am writing a fantasy series where my central character stumbles into this dark (but structured) world.

Many people have become curious about BDSM since the 'Fifty Shades' books and films hit the public domain.  Perhaps my Dark Darlings would like to follow the story too - this is where it all begins.

*BDSM = Bondage, Domination, Sadism & Masochism

Cleaner Close  #1

Josie crunched up the gravel drive, big droplets of rain still dripped from the trees, so she hunched into her jacket and kept her hands dug in her pockets.  The big house looked a little intimidating - as the Gravesons liked everything modern the windows were large and appeared black with no nets or drapes to soften them. All except for the top floor which had plantation shutters - always tilted closed.

She let herself in through a side door, which led straight to the boot room, where she hung her coat and kicked off her Uggs.  A coat hook held a zipped garment bag containing her uniform, and a fabric drawstring bag contained shoes - the ridiculously high patent shoes she was supposed to wear to clean this house.  

Josie had never met either of the Gravesons, she'd been recruited by an agency and, once hired, given the requisite keys and instructed to wear the black dress and frilled apron with sky-high heels to  carry out  her duties.  It always seemed rather foolish to her, but she supposed that they enjoyed living an ‘upstairs downstairs’ kind of life and every piece in the puzzle must fit the image.  She wriggled out of her leggings and comfortable sweatshirt and slipped the dress over her head.  It was made of a soft jersey fabric which clung to her slender frame and flared out at the skirt - at least it wasn’t like a cheap fancy-dress french maid affair, although the sweetheart neckline and the length of the skirt certainly hinted at sexy.  Josie pulled on black hold-up stockings - she hadn’t yet broken the shoes in and they would rub if she wore them without, then she put the apron over her head and tied it in a bow behind her back.  When she glimpsed herself in the hall mirror Josie admitted she looked quite neat and efficient - pulling back her hair she made a loose bun, She moved as fast as the shoes would allow to start work in the kitchen.

There were dirty plates and glasses on the side which she loaded into the dishwasher, before putting it onto a wash cycle.  Wearing rubber gloves, Josie set about cleaning the sink and work surfaces - everything being modern and minimal meant there was minimal clutter and items to gather dust - just a chic and complicated-looking coffee machine and a gleaming chrome toaster. The special wine fridge was stocked purely with Champagne and, if there was food in the fridge, it was usually luxury items like caviar and sushi - for snacking. Josie never saw anything that you would cook a meal from. She assumed the Gravesons ordered in, or ate out.

Josie hummed to herself moving round the living and dining room, dusting shelves and polishing mirrored surfaces and wood.  She was used to being alone in the silent house, both the Gravesons were at work, but she wondered why they needed her to come in mid-week as the house often looked untouched.  Their weekends were a bit wilder, they must entertain because on Mondays there were hordes of dirty glasses and plates and the guest beds needed to be stripped and made-up again.  The recycle bin would be brimming with bottles and every bathroom needed elbow grease to look pristine again. Josie wondered why sophisticated people behaved no better than toddlers when using the en-suites and wetrooms in this grand house.

Josie wobbled upstairs in the heels, her thighs swishing as silky stocking fabric rubbed together.  Near the top of the stairs was a narrow cupboard with a vacuum cleaner and more cleaning supplies - this floor was the only one with carpets.  As she bent over to retrieve the vac a draft on her buttocks reminded her how little coverage this outfit gave her, and she wished she had not worn a lacy thong that morning.  She teetered around with the stick vacuum cleaner, which was very useful for dusting in high places. She used it above doorways and picture frames with a little reaching.  Tugging her skirt back down she set to work dragging the cotton sheets off the master bed when suddenly she heard the doorbell ring.

With a huff she set off down the stairs, her journey made treacherous by the 4 inch heels, trying to maintain dignity as she opened the door - only to encounter a leering young guy delivering a large bunch of dark red roses.  He checked the address before handing over the exquisite flowers, but Josie could tell it was a delay tactic to ogle her long legs and cleavage in her maid’s outfit.  The cheek of it! She walked down the hall towards the kitchen, in search of a vase, her wiggling hips making the skirt swing and skim round her bottom.

Back upstairs, Josie stripped and re-made the master bed, next she cleaned three bathrooms but opening the door to the first guest room she startled and stopped.  There was a television on in this room, which was unusual.  There was no sound so Josie peered at the screen not recognising the programme - it must be a porn channel as a female knelt with head bowed and t hands tied behind her back.  Behind them stood someone wearing a black suit - 1 piece, from head to foot - which appeared to be made of shiny fabric - latex or pvc she supposed.  Guiltily Josie edged closer to the screen. She saw that the latex person was punishing the kneeling person with what looked like a hair brush without bristles.

Following each blow to her bottom, the kneeling person tried not to react or cry out, instead she counted - she was nearing 20 now.  When the punishment reached 20 blows she said clearly,

“Thank you Master,” and the paddle was held in front of her face to kiss.

Despite being incredibly shocked (Josie had not watched much porn before) she realised she was turned on, she felt the tell-tale warmth and wetness gathering between her legs.  She glanced at the unmade bed behind her before sitting on the edge, taking a rest from the killer heels.  Josie stared transfixed as the PVC ‘Master' went to a rack against the wall to select something small-ish and black which had a narrow point, then flared wider before reducing in width with a ‘foot’ at its other end. Master then used a pump bottle to squirt a clear substance on the pointed end of the little silicone device.

“Do you want your punishment to continue?”
Master’s voice was strange and distorted, Josie couldn’t tell if it was male or female, so perhaps there was some kind of device in the mouthpiece of the mask.

“Yes please Master, punish me as you see fit.  Your slave only wants to give you pleasure.”

Despite the shock Josie felt at this exchange, she also felt a twist of desire, it seemed so deliciously exciting to give full control to someone else.  Her tongue flicked out to moisten her lips but she couldn’t take her eyes off the action on the screen.  

The Master stood behind the slave and slapped her inner thighs quite hard, to indicate that she should part them more, which she did, keeping her head bowed.  The Master then proceeded to press the little black device against her puckered arsehole, and without much resistance it slipped in!

“Thank you Master,” came the obedient response.

Next the Master selected a gag - a strap with a ball set into it.  This was fastened round the slave’s head, with the ball holding her mouth open, so that she could no longer speak (to thank her punisher nor could she cry for mercy) so Master put the bottle of lube in her hand with instructions to drop it if she wanted things to stop.
Josie felt a tickle of fear for the slave girl, but she felt desire too, her pussy was becoming very heated and wet, she was very tempted to stroke herself, but she remembered she was at work and how inappropriate that would be.

Josie stood up, feeling flustered. Her heart beat fast, her nipples were hard and the tops of her thighs were very sticky with her juices.  In an attempt to carry on with her duties she moved clumsily round the bed (this time the shoes weren't to blame!) to strip off the bottom sheet - it was then she noticed a couple of strange things.  The sheet had several dried stains and the mattress was covered with a waterproof sheet, and there were webbing straps coming from each corner.  It seemed to her (perhaps because she had sex on the brain right now) as if somebody had recently been tied to this bed and had been made to cum quite profusely.  

With her mind racing, Josie turned back to the television screen, the slave was now wearing nipple clamps and Master was making smacks and swipes at her full breasts with a fancy whip which had trails of leather.  The slave endured several sharp blows followed by several long, teasing strokes, which had her squirming with apparent delight.  Josie could see the little black plug in her anus, and the more aroused the slave became the more clearly Josie could also see her labia, pink and swollen without a hint of pubic hair.  

Master selected another butt plug, seemingly the next size up, and added a swipe of lubricant to its tip.  Unceremoniously the first plug was extracted, the entrance seemed a little stretched now, then nestled and pushed the second in its place.  Next Master went to the rack of toys to select a vibrator (Josie knew what that was called, she had her own rabbit at home!)  This too was black, with a curve to it, its switch was flicked and it's buzzing activity began.  Master slowly trailed it over and around the slave’s breasts. She seemed to be moaning around her gag while straining her body to follow the vibrator. It trailed up her arm towards the sensitive spot beside her ear, then down her neck and the length of her spine.  Master drove it around her buttocks, following the curves and crevices. The slave bucked wildly when the tip of the vibe buzzed over and around the anal plug, until finally her Master ploughed it into her eager wet pussy, proceeding to ease it in and out.   

Josie groaned with frustration, it was so tantalising and delicious to watch that without thinking she parted her legs and sneaked a finger inside her slit.  OMG she was hot and soaking wet with juices - but how silky she felt. Her pussy lips were so swollen that the elastic of her thong was lost in there.  Pulling it to the side a little Josie plunged a second finger inside herself and began to rock her hips a little, making clenches with her cunt walls which spread the pleasurable waves through her.  

The black elastic was chafing her anus, and Josie was curious - did it really feel good to have something in both holes at once?  She had never tried it before, it sounded kind of dirty, but she was feeling very horny right now and wanted to try.  She slipped her fingers out of her pussy and dipped a finger from her other hand inside, then reached behind to make delicate, teasing touches to her puckered entrance - did she dare?  She slid her other 2 fingers back inside her pussy and curled them to stroke the ridges where her G-spot was.  

It was a struggle to reach, her palm was pressed up tight to her pussy and rubbing on her clit - wow didn’t that make things feel 10 times more sexy?!  Josie decided to ramp up the volume a little more - she pressed her finger against her anus, and slid it in!  She moved it a little - a tiny in and out pump and she was so glad she did!  How horny was this?  She could hardly breathe for how excited she had become, she could feel her stomach muscles tensing and she began to thrust like a rabbit with her hips - it was all so instinctive.  

Her nipples grew hard  against her bra, but she had no free hands to deal with them!  She just kept on plunging those greedy digits in and out of her cunt, and gently fingering her arsehole and letting her hips move, the thrusts were getting faster, her juices ran down her fingers and coated her hand Her breathing was becoming erratic and starbursts of sensation exploded throughout her body.  She felt her cunt clench and throb and she moaned with delight.  Josie could feel her bum hole pulsing, it was so good she felt as if her pussy was turning inside out, til she came in a head-exploding, writhing rush.  Her knees buckled and she fell back on the bed with her hands still buried between her legs.

Josie was just coming back to her senses after her intense orgasm, her pulse returning to normal, when she became aware of a presence in the room.  She looked up in confusion and saw the Master – whom she recognised from the porn she had been watching - standing in the doorway dressed in the menacing suit of PVC.

To be continued ...

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Sunday, 22 January 2017

Playing Dare with a Bad Girl (part 2 of 2)

What does Carrie do Next?

I'm sure you're desperate to know what Big has planned, so get yourself comfortable and the teasing tale will continue ....

Wicked Game : Playing Dare with a Bad Girl (Part 2 of 2)

I do my best to get dressed, choosing shell pink french knickers which are loose and cool around my swollen, sensitive cunt lips (from my earlier session with the pussy pump) with a matching bra which is made of filmy fabric and lace, underwired with a half cup; it’s like I’m offering my tits out to be fondled and caressed.  I run my hands over my hard nipples, trapped as they are by the tight little bands I’m wearing, the pulse of arousal I feel in my pussy shocks me with its intensity.  In truth I want to curl up on my bed and frig myself until I cum (which won’t take long I promise!) but I have  made a deal with Big, and I know that pleasure deferred is almost always pleasure multiplied!

Although I can barely think straight, I choose a formfitting pastel blue jumper which clings to my breasts, it allows a hint of the darker flesh of my nipples to show through, naughty but nice!  I select a navy blue skirt which has pencil pleats, this feels very free and swirls air around my heated pussy.  Let me tell you, I’m SO VERY aware and enjoying every stroke the silky panty fabric makes as it brushes around my pussy and clit.  I have to concentrate very hard on the most minor tasks, because I’m thinking with my genitals now, and they want me to lie down, spread my legs apart and be taken roughly by an anonymous cock! I slip into some beautifully soft brown leather boots, which have a high heel and a pointed toe, I know they complement my slim legs. Now I’m good to go.

I grab my keys, phone and bag, pull on a trench coat and wave goodbye to the webcam - I know Big is no longer on line, but I feel as if he’s ‘watching’ how I obey his commands.  I walk carefully to the bus stop to ride into town, my legs are like jelly and the friction of walking makes me feel as if I could cum at any moment.  Standing at the bus stop waiting, I have to take several deep breaths to steady myself.

A text sounds on my phone, Big’s distinctive signal, and my heart lurches like I’m in a fast lift going down!

“Go to a public toilet.  Masturbate until you cum, make sure people hear how much you’re enjoying yourself, my little sex doll.”

OMG!  Is he crazy?!  I’m excited but also terrified!  Sure I’ve got myself off in a ladies’ toilet before now, but always secretly, that’s the reason I carry a silent bullet vibrator hidden in my make-up purse.  The bus looms into view and I get on.  Stepping up into the bus I feel a breeze stir up and under my skirt, maybe the people behind me just caught a glimpse up my skirt, at my pert buttocks in pale silky knickers.  Let them look, I shrug, apparently today I am going public with my sexuality!  I’m lost in my own dark world of arousal as the bus drives its bumpy way to the shopping centre.  Even the roughness of the seat fabric stimulates my engorged lips as we drive, and the rumble of the bus engine buzzes to my molten core.  My mind runs through lewd images of fucking and licking, fingering and spanking.  I try to hang on, holding back on my imminent orgasm, I don’t want to disappoint Big by getting my rocks off too early!

As I walk into the shopping centre my high heels make staccato taps on the tiled floor.  It’s not too busy today, being a weekday, so I can get to the ladies' loos without getting jostled by other shoppers.  I can feel moisture from my pussy soaking the gusset of my french knickers now and my heart is beating quite fast.  I choose a cubicle and hang up my coat and handbag behind the door, then I locate the little silver bullet shaped vibe within my bag.  It looks small but has a powerful buzz and throb when turned up to full power.  A girl doesn’t always need something big inside her, but on this occasion I’m amazed how big the silver device feels as I press it between the fat lips of my pussy.  The pump has done an amazing job, I’m really swollen down there and the tunnel of my pussy has a strong grip on the little vibe, as I twist its base the buzzing begins.

Immediately I begin groaning with desire, I’m not acting, it really feels so good that I can't keep quiet!  I slide it up and down the banana split that is my cunt and my juicy lips offer no resistance, making slick, slurping noises as I alternate that action with sliding it in and out of my hole.  Shit! that IS good!  I let the vibe press back to my perineum and then all the way forward to the exaggerated stalk of my clit and BAM! That’s where I want it!  It's hyper sensitive, but I can’t bear to move it away, it feels so good.

“O Shit! O Shit!  ” I say  this out loud, but Hey!  Today I’m a slutty sex doll, who intends to be overheard, so it’s OK.
“Mmmmmh”  I moan and rock my hips forward and back, the clenching  begins in my burning hot core and builds.  My climax is galloping towards me like a racehorse, I let my head drop back and make guttural moans as I thrust the vibe steadily in and out of my cunt while using my other hand to circle and pluck my clit.  My whole body seems to be throbbing and I squeeze my eyes tight shut, feeling the climax well up through me.  My breath is ragged and the clenching throbs continue squeezing my pussy and sphincter, so I clutch the silver vibe deep in my body until I cease to cum and the after shocks diminish and eventually stop.  My shoulders are leaning back against the cubicle wall and I attempt to catch my breath.

Once I’m back to myself again, I delve in my bag for my phone to take a photo of my dishevelled but satisfied demeanour, first with the vibe still pushed inside my cunt followed by one where it’s pressed against the darkness of my sodden french knickers.  I send the pictures to Big.  I’m adjusting my clothes and checking in my handbag mirror that my face isn’t too flushed when I hear a return text from Big.

“Naughty Carrie.  I have a boner!
I want to kneel in front of you right now. Lick those juices off your pussy and thighs.  How wet you are! I’m rock hard looking at the pictures, stroking myself.  If I was there Carrie I would fuck your face until you gagged.”

My pussy pulses with desire at his coarse words, I would love to have Big in front of me licking my pussy clean of all my cum.  The thought of his tongue probing between my lips and him sucking on my clit has me squirming and pressing my legs together.  BUT I would also love to open my mouth wide and have him jam his cock deep into my throat, yeah I might choke at first, but after a few attempts I’d be swallowing him whole, sucking on his erection and breathing in the musk of his arousal.  Feeling my mouth filled with his veiny cock would be bliss, I longed to feel it for real.

“Yes Please!”  I texted back  “I have a dull gag reflex <wink>”
Not long after sending that he replies with my next dare.
“Go to a women’s’ shop, use the changing rooms and leave your sex-soaked panties on a hook for anyone to find.  I like thinking of you walking about with no knickers on and pussy juices running down your thighs.”

Well!  Leaving the stall in the ladies, I notice a few people giving me sly looks.  Two teenage girls can barely contain their giggles as they stare at me, then each other.  Big’s demands have been satisfied again, several women heard me masturbating to orgasm, and I feel strangely proud and elated.  My inner ‘bad girl’ has made the transition to sex doll easily!  I wash my hands, on a whim I even give my silver vibrator a rinse under the tap!  (More furtive glances and teenage giggles) then I fluff out my hair in front of the mirror, re-apply lip gloss and smooth my sweater over my pert breasts.  Yep!  You can definitely see my nipples through it, even in the dim lights of the ladies’ room!

Outside, I buy myself a latte to go and then set out in search of a ladies’ outfitter, I want a small exclusive one, not a big shop aimed at teenagers and female office staff. One shop seems aimed at mother of the bride so I swan in, browsing a few high price dresses and suits as if I’m interested in them.  Selecting a cocktail dress I hold it up to the sales assistant to indicate I want to try it on.  I head into the changing rooms, which have heavy curtains drawn across each cubicle, and duck inside with my potential purchase.  I have to walk a little less purposefully than I normally would as my pussy lips still feel swollen and sensitive, rubbing together at every step.  Despite the mind blowing orgasm I just had, I’m starting to feel a tingle of arousal again.  I flick up my pleated skirt and shimmy my silky panties over my hips - it’s a shame, I liked these, but a dare is a dare.  I hang them on a wall hook in the cubicle, sniffing them, I take a selfie.  They smell deliciously sweet-and sour, I love the fragrance of my own pussy juice.  I send the picture to Big.  

While waiting for my next challenge I admire my box in the mirror, waxed bare and smooth, it is still very rosy and plump from the vacuum of the pussy-pump which I applied earlier. My clitoris no longer nestles discreetly between the lips, today it’s distended, its hood clearly visible.  My phone sounds, a text from Big.

“Last dare Carrie! - you’re so fucking horny!  Go shoe shopping, find a male assistant .  I want him to touch your feet putting the shoes on, to get a glimpse of your naked pussy and a whiff of your female arousal.”

Hell fire!  Big is a devious dirty man!  What a tease he wants me to be.  I sense he’s proud of me and my minxy ways, but this one’s a big ask; to flash my pussy at a total stranger, at such very close quarters!  I feel flustered and unsettled at the outrageous challenge, and yet ... my pussy is heating up again, I want to take this dare!

It isn’t easy to find a shoe shop with male assistants, I walk in, scout round and walk out again about 3 times before I find one.  The shoes are expensive but beautifully crafted and elegant so the sales staff hover at the edges of the shop, discrete but eager to help.  I make eye contact with a guy in his early 20s who hurries over.  I point out 4 pairs that I like and then spin him the story that I’ve been in a car accident recently and my back is still too stiff to twist and bend, so could he help me try them on.  With a nod and smile he says “Certainly Miss,” and hurries off to the stock room to get the shoes in my size. I settle down on an an upholstered seat and wait.  Soon he’s kneeling at my feet with a stack of boxes, he reaches forward and begins to gently remove my boots.  His fingers are just a little cooler than my legs and I’m very aware of his touch as he lifts my leg a little and eases the zipper down the boot, gently, as if any sudden move might cause me pain.  He proceeds to do the same with the other foot and I wonder if he can smell wafts from my moist pussy from his low vantage point.  

Next he reverently unwraps a pair of court stilettos from their tissue paper and gently eases my foot into the sole of the shoe.  I allow my knee to rise up while he does this, but am not sure if he can see my lady garden.  He carefully lifts my other foot to fit the shoe, this time I’m sure he gets an eyeful as he freezes just a little bit, but then he carries on fitting the shoe before asking how they feel, watching my face very attentively, suggesting I walk around in them. This I duly do, then sit again to try the next pair.  He’s just as solicitous, but I make sure to lift my knee higher than necessary so he can get a clear view of my ‘shaven haven’.  I’m confident he can see it when his top lip begins to sweat!  I wonder if he can see that it is hairless, or if he is surprised how swollen and engorged it is.

The next 2 pairs of shoes I try are strappy, which gives him plenty of scope for handling my calves and feet while easing them into the shoes and tightening up the buckles on my ankles.  He rests my foot on his leg which elevates it and he bends down low, supposedly to deal with the fiddly little buckle on each shoe but I'm pretty sure he's looking at my my pulsing snatch.  I’m glad I’ve given myself a pedicure recently as my feet are soft and supple and my toenails painted a vampy claret colour..  As I walk around testing how the shoes feel, I make sure to stand over him while I admire them in the mirror, my short skirt brushing his shoulder.  I feel sexy, voluptuous and desirable, a veritable sex doll!

“Please would you take a picture of me in these?  I want to see if my fella likes them.”  I smile at him innocently and unlock my phone.  Sitting back down I do an elaborate leg cross (which Sharon Stone would be proud of) then I strike a playful pose and he takes a picture which I send to Big.
“Like them?”  I text.
“Indeed Carrie!  I’ll treat you!” comes his swift reply.
“I’ll take these.”  I smile at the sales assistant, “he thinks they look hot!”
“They certainly do!” sales guy replies.
Glancing at the trouser bulge he’s trying to hide as he gathers up the other shoe boxes I feel another tingle of excitement. I got him that horny with just a few stolen glimpses of my snatch!  

My phone sounds again, which makes my pussy throb with excitement hearing Big’s tone, it’s as if he’s training me to become aroused at his command.
“Did the assistant see your cunt?”
“Did it make him horny?  Did he try to touch you?”
“Yes and No.”
“Buy any of the shoes which you liked, You have been very obedient today Carrie!”  
At the till, the shop assistant still looks flustered but he also seems delighted when I add the peep toe pair to my order.  

We ALL get a happy ending, I think to myself as I walk out of the shop, to catch my bus home;  Ready and willing to perform delicious lewd sex acts for Big over skype.  Maybe he will want me to wear nothing but my new heels?!