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Caught in the act – part 3

 

Conner pushes me gently over the thresh hold of his room and shuts the door firmly behind him. He pulls out the chair form his desk and urges me to sit down upon it. He sat himself down on his bed, arranging the pillows behind him and making himself comfortable. grapping hold of the hem of his black t-shirt and pulling it up and off in one clean move, tossing on the bed beside him, and then tucking his thumbs in the waist band of his short. “Jo your one stunning girl, but your bundled up like a nun really isn’t that inspiring you know. Do a guy a favour and flash some flesh, will you?” His says in a horny tone that make me smile, even though I feel like I might throw up at any second.
“what do you mean by inspiration and how much flesh do you need to see” I reply in a quiet shy voice and not daring to make eye contact with him.
“Use your imagination babe” he retorts in a rough tone.
My eyes flick up to his, to be met by his smiling face and eyes, burn bright with desire. I let out a calming breath and reach up to my hair, pulling the pin that had been doing a bad job of restraining messy curly red locks. I shake my head a little and run my fingers through the tangle. “how’s that? I ask
“Good start but keep going” he replies with a grin. So, I stand and pull my hockey shirt over my head and let it drop from fingers to the floor. Then I push my yoga pants over my hips and down my legs, wriggling free and stepping g out of them. I adjust my thong panties, I return to the chair, this time perching on the edge, hold eye contact with Conner the whole time.
“is that better?” I ask, and it met with a very enthusiastic nod of his head, that sent a jolt of electricity through my core and leaves me with tingling toes and a suddenly wet pussy. I laugh and say, “Well I seem the one taking my clothes off here, don’t you have something to be getting on with?”
He grins widely and shakes his head with silent laughter. “Little eager aren’t we, been awhile?” he says, and I nod and blush. His thumbs slowly pull his short and boxers down to relive the rippling muscles of his stomach, the thick dark hair and then a very satisfying cock. “are you sure you can handle this?” he says and points to his cock, that is so hard it is standing clear from his stomach.
I Signer and say, “I’m not the one who’s going be handling it, but I’m sure going to enjoy watching”. as I stare him gently stroking his length.
“better loose the panties and bra then” he says.
I stand up and reach behind and unclasp hooks holding my blue lace in place, and with a role of the shoulders it falls to the floor. Then I hook my fingers in my panties and shimmer my way out of them. as I’m about to sit back down I notice that his hand has stopped moving “hay buster, you have a job to do!” I chide him.
“Well you see I never got to see you come, and that seems mighty unfair to me” he quips back at me with a cheeky grin and deadly serious look in his eyes.
“what you want to see me make myself come, while your making yourself come?” I ask in a sort of shocked amusement”

“Well I would much rather it was my cock that was making you cum, but I’ll settle for what I can get” his says and settles back and gets back to job at hand.
“what you want to fuck me?” I say in a shocked gasp.
“for fucks say jo, of course I do. Your stunning, funny and whip smart. What would I not want to fuck you? What do you think all the flirting has been for?” he growls at me.
Wide eyed I reply with “but I thought that is how you are with all women, I thought you were being friendly.”
It’s met with a snort of laughter “So pretty, so clever and yet so slow on the uptake. If you don’t get that pussy over and start fucking me, then I might start wondering why I’m So attracted to you”
My mouth opens and closes for a few seconds at his words, and then I manage to get out “I still want to see you come”
“well you better get on with the job in hand yourself jo” he growls, his hand still stroking his member. With that I decided to just let go of my self and just go with the moment. I spread my legs, on tip toe. Run my hands, down my neck over my breast, tweaking my already hard nipples as I go. Then carry on down over my stomach, my hip and then slowly part my lips. Using one hand to hold them open I use the other to fuck myself for a few minutes and then feeling the tension building in my stomach, I start to rub my clit, building up the pressure till I can’t hold back any more. My head goes back, my eyes close and I let out a prolonged groan of pure excites. I have never come that quickly or hard at my own hands ever before.
Floating back down to earth my eyes open and expecting to see Conner on his bed, I get a shock when I find him standing over me. The next second his pulling me to him and in to a fierce kiss. Then he’s spinning me round, kissing and biting my neck. his big hands a grouping my tits roughly and in a gravelly voice his saying “tell me this ok jo, foe god sake “
I nod that its ok and get thrown on the bed. He reaches inside this night stand, grabbing and condom, tearing it from the packet and rolling it over his cock. Then his body is back, covering mine and pulling me to him. then he plunges in to me I one stroke and then his thrusting in to me with a power I have never felt before. Then he gets faster, and I know his climax is close, but I’m not quite there yet. he pulls out, flips me over, plunging back in to me and then reach a hand round the front and using his thumb he rubs my clit hard and fast. Its enough to set me off and he follows my, coming with a roar in my ear, slamming in to me one last time.
Moments later he roles off me and throws the used condom in the bin. I sit up and say, “where the fuck did that come from”
With a smile he pulls me back done to the bed and kisses again, in a possessive way. He say’s “no idea, but things are going to have to change round here. Cos, I need to do it again and I feel I neglected parts of you. So, Roommates with benefits or something he says. all I can do is nod in agreement as his hand start to fondle my breast. “good cos I think these could do with a little attention, don’t you? And he starts to mull my breast and nipples and all I can do is moan in agreement.

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Caught be the act… (part 1)

So this is the first part of a story that maitriser asked me to write, as a task! he wanted me to practice writing a story in parts and to see if I could live each part at roughly 500 words. I was also to try my hardest with the spelling and grammar. The reason for this is I have somewhat lost my faith in my self when it come to writing over the last few weeks and have been being realy hard on myself. So here is the first part,  hope you like it!

Caught in the act.
“So, I’m leaving now “Conner says, in an overly loud voice from some were behind me. I let out what I hope is a distracted “hmmm, ok “. trying my hardest to not look heart broken that he is off to spend the weekend rock climbing and goofing about with his Gym buddies. So, I stay glued to my paper, having read the same 3 lines a thousand times in the last 15 minutes. He picks up his bag and stomps out the house slamming the door behind him. I let out a sigh of pent up frustration and sexual tension.
I have been living with Conner Mathews for just over 5 months. At first, he was just my cute and funny room mate, who moved in when Amanda moved out to live with her boyfriend. She had suggested him as she knew he needed a place to live and knew I needed a roomie. who in her words could handle my ‘quirks’? But after a night of drinking and a slight break down, due to seeing my ex with his bimbo white trash girlfriend. We became good friends. But last month after coming home early with a head ache. I was not feeling great. walking around in a daze, straight in to the bathroom and straight in to a very wet and naked Conner, drying off from the shower. Ever since then I have been lusting after him like a stupid school girl.
So, when he said he was away for the weekend I kind of felt relieved. 3 days of not having to avoid looking at his tight ass, that flat stomach, with it’s 6 pack or those wide shoulders and strong arms. Not to mention that handsome face, deep blue eyes, and smile. God I’m worse than a teenager.
So, 5 minutes after he left I have striped down to my panties and cami, a Tom Hardy film on for a little inspiration. Lounging on the sofa, I let my mind wander a little. But it only gets as far as Bloody Conner. Those eyes of his boring in to me, making me wetter than I have ever been and making all the nerve endings in my body buzz. My hand falls to my cami and the swell of my breast. I stroke the underside of them, then trace the lace with me finger tip, and tease and pinch my nipples. Pulling my right breast out from my camie, I continue to play with my nipple. My other hand travel downwards, over my tummy, over the curve of my hip along the top of my black lace panties. my hand slips inside them, in to the folds of my clean shaved sex. finding that lit nub of delight, my head turns to the side and I open my eyes and let out a moan.
It is then I see Conner’s sun glasses on the coffee table, just as I hear the front door open and Conner’s voice saying, ‘I only forgot my sun glasses Mel, just back to get them’ and then his shocked gasp at finding his house mate mid wank in the living-room of there shared house.

Hugs ,

Pixie x

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Dance.

I draw the blinds, turn down the lights and pull a chair into the middle of the room. I pour a glass of wine, placing it on the table next to the chair. I find the right track on the Ipod and have it ready to play as soon as I hear your hand on the door knob. I check myself in the mirror one last time, adjusting my bra strap , smoothing my hair down and reapplying my deep red lipstick. Then I knee alt the side of your chair and wait.

After a few short minuets , that seem to go on for hours, I hear your car on the gravel outside. The door slamming , the beep of the central locking and then the crunch of gravel under foot.. Then the key in the front door, you foot steps coming down the hall and then so slowly it’s almost painful the knob of the door turns and the door opens.. I don’t look up, I stare straight ahead with lowered eyes, just the way you trained me, just the way you want me.

you walk over to the chair, looking down at me, you utter ‘whats this then little one? What are you up to mouse? I don’t remember saying I wanted you like this when I got home this morning, did I.’ Poursing for a moment, then you say in a firmer tone ‘ girl , look at me when I ask you something, what is this all about?’

painfully slowly , I raise my eyes to meet yours . Licking my lip and swallowing , my mouth having gone suddenly dry. I manage to get the words out in a husky and a hell of lot stronger than I feel, ‘I wanted to dance for you  ,maîtriser please let me dance for you?’ . I stare up at you with pleading eyes from the hard wood floor , that has started hurt my knees.

the heat of your gaze makes me sweat and my insiders squirm, waiting with hope and a lot more patience that I thought I would ever have. You reach down , you hand going in to my hair and I feel a none to gentle tug that brings me to my feet. You hand fastens round my neck , forcing my chin up and me to look in to your eyes. I shiver as a cold chill travels down my spin and I try to step back. You only pull harder and bring you mouth down on mine in a deep , possessive, hurried kiss. Letting go suddenly , in a near growl , you tell me ‘as you wish little one ‘ . Turning from me to sit in the chair , reach for the glass of wine and taking a deep swallow.

i sorter of to iPod , make sure I add in a little extra sway to my hips as I go. I turn my head and look over my shoulder at , with a coy smile, that I hope has the right amount of sexy in it. I turn to the iPod once again and hit play, no slow ranchy song or pumping, bump and grind for this dance, oh no. It is the heavy guitar and for full grit tones of kings of Leon for this girl.

As I turn to face you , I slowly sway my hips in time with music, reaching round I undo the clip holding my hair. Shaking out my red curls as I move closer to you , the smell of the sweet cinnamon and honey shampoo , closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and run my fingers from the roots to the ends , bundling the length over my shoulder. I trace my fingers down my checks , across lips, down my neck , tracing my collar , to the slopes of my breasts. I then turn my self so my back is to you, slowly undoing the tiny buttons on the front of my dress , I turn back to face , swaying and grinding my body in time to the music. with shaking fingers I push open the front of my dress and roll my shoulders , so the dress slips down to my waist , exposing my small creamy white breast, encased in your favoiut black lace bra.

I run my hand the sides of my breast , down the sides of my body, leave goosebumps in the wake. I reach my hips and my dress, I hook my thumbs in the sides and gentle shimmy out of it. being careful not to get the silk and lace of my dress court up on the heel of red patent leather pumps. I’m left standing in front of you in black lace bra, matching boy shorts and heels. I sway and strut closer to you , I’m so close now you can reach out a touch if you want. ‘ loose the shoes , sweetheart’ I hear you say .

So I turn my back to you, bending at the waist, and sticking my but in your groin. I unsnap the straps on my shoes, removing them and placing to the side of table. Then i feel your hands on my butt, as I Straighten up. Your fingers glide up the side of my body tracing the under side of my breast, your hands travel round to the clasp of my bra , with a well-practiced flick of your finger it undone. You gently turn me round and encourage me to carry on my slow dance, but at the same time you push the straps down my arms and pull the cups away, leaving my aching breasts and rock hard nipples on full display, less than a foot from you mouth.

Seeing the bulge in your trousers , I move nearer to you placing one Of my toned legs , between yours. I unfasten your tie and with shaking fingers I undo the buttons on you shirt , pulling free the hem from you waste band. I place one hand behind your neck and use the other spread your shirt wide open . I rise up and boldly thrust me breast in your face. Your catch a nipple in your mouth, sucking at first , then biting down on the over sensitive tip. Straddle you lap , rocking and grinding hard and slowly, felling you grow harder and more swollen as I go.

You hands are now rubbing against my lips , through the lace of my panties . Suddenly you urge me to stand , and hook you thumbs in the waist band, pulling them in one swift motion over my hips and to the ground . You growl ‘dance girl, my little cock tease a’ as you stand kicking your shoes of  , along with you socks.

Turn round I hear you moan, as I do so I hear the fly of you trousers being pulled down followed by the soft Humph of them being tossed to the side. I hear you pick up you wine, gulping it down in one and placing the glass back. All the time I keep up my slow, swaying dance then I feel you behind me , pulling me close , you cock nestling between the checks of my bum. I feel you loop you tie round my wrist, pulling my arms up and around your neck. I fell you roughly kissing my neck , your hands making a beeline for my pussy. Your fingers plunge in to my already wet cunt, you plunge them in side my hitting my g-spot , tofu thumb is on my clit , pushing hard in  firm circles .

Gasping and moaning , I beg to be load to come, your growl in my ear ‘ now girl, come now’ as you use a come hither motion on my g-spot. My knees buckle , as juices gush out of me , covering you hand, my thighs and hitting the floor. But you’re not going to let me rest are you, oh no. Your pushing me to my knees, forcing my head down in to the hard floor, your hand firmly on my neck. Next I feel you falling to knees behind pushing my legs wide apart. You use you hands to Guide you ramrod hard cock in to my tight whole. A feeling that always feels like your going to spilt me in two. Next you grab my tie bound hands and using them to pull me in to wide legged kneeling position. One hand pulls my waist and hips tight to your groan . The other pushes the hair away from my neck , so you can lick, suck and bite my neck and shoulders.

Now you push me forward again , face firmly planted on the ground, oh and your really fucking me. All the frustration of you hard-working week, the traffic jams and every ting thing that has been poured in to this. I begged to come and you give me permission to come all I want, but you don’t give in to your relieve yourself. I most of come 6 time before I feel your breathing and stroke changed. You push me down harder by my neck , and roar as you empty yourself into me, over and over.

You slum over my used little body and catch your breath. I whisper in a small voice ,’did you like your Dance maîtriser? Did I do a good job ? ‘

Gathering me in to you sweaty embrace  and whispering in my ear ‘ yes little mouse you danced beautifully for me, as you always do., I’m very proud of you,’ pulling tight to you chess’s , you clam my mouth with yours in a loving kiss and I feel you cock springing to life again. Something tells me it’s time for the next dance!

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a long time coming……

 

I can’t sleep, again! I may be newly single, but 6 weeks without sex is the longest I have gone without since the age of 18. At first I was to upset and crushed to even want to touch myself, but that lasted all of 3 days. Then when the anger set in touching myself helped to take the edge off the feelings of angst and frustration. But after a week, that stopped helping! Then he turns up on my doorstep, asking if he could stay for a while. Never, have I been so glad to see a friend, in my life, ever. He’s hug seems to be what has been missing, the way he raps me up in his arms, how he fits me in to the space below his shoulder and how he makes me feel so small and safe. (trust me at 5ft 9 that is not an easy job). But it’s when he kisses my forehead and pulls back to look at me, that it hits me, like a punch in the stomach, his fucking gorgeous!

 

How had I never seen it before? Maybe being with twat features for the last 5 years has made me a little blind to what is going on round me. Have those eyes always been that blue and had that twinkle in them. That smile, has it always been that warm and those lips, have they always been that kissable? With hair that I now just want to tangle my fingers in, board shoulders I want to cling to and a bum that I want to hook my feet over, as he fucks me hard and slow.

 

But he’s a friend, so me being me, at first I try to ignore it, burying my head in the sand. But him being him, he’s decided that I must still devastated about, what’s his name. Ha,  yeah right! I stopped thinking about him, like 3 mins after you turned up my friend! Thinking I need ‘taking out of myself’ he’s puts himself in charge of the ‘cheer the grumpy cow up’ task force. So, I get dragged to the gym, cinema, out for long walks and for coffee dates. But it just makes things worse, I can’t have a crush on him, he’s my best friend. Having him round like this is heaven and hell. I have missed him so much, that sweet, funny boy, who always makes me feel better about myself. But his grown in to a man that I want to be more than friends with. But he would never be interested in me, right? He could have any woman he wants and I’m just his friend.

 

So, that is how I come to find myself laying here in bed, horny and frustrated as hell. My hand has been teasing me to the point of being wet and about to come repeatedly today. I just have to think about that cheeky smile and I’m wet, but my clever little fingers and my toys are not working any more.

 

Grumpily I sigh and push myself up and out of bed, sliding my feet in to pink fluffy slippers and pulling on my Star Wars t-shirt that I sleep in. Maybe some warm milk will help me sleep, so I slip quietly out of my bedroom and down the stairs, to the kitchen. Lost in my own little world, I don’t realise that I’m not alone, only coming to when I walk in to a solid mass of human, instead of the empty space that is meant in front if the fridge.

 

‘Watch it Lou’ is the greeting I get from the hunk of man I have just collided with. Who my brain has just registered is clad only in a pair of tight boxer briefs, coursing everything south of my navel to contract and for me to get very wet indeed. Please don’t let him be able to smell the musky scent of the juices pouring out of me, please dear god!

 

I manage to stammer out a ‘sorry’ as I stumble backwards. Somehow, I am getting my feet court funny and full backwards towards the door. That’s when he rushes, with way too much grace for someone of his size, catching me before I hit the hard tiles of the kitchen floor. I stammer out a ‘thank you’. while he straightens up, with me still in his arms. Looking down at me he smiles and pushes a stray strand of hair behind my ear, stroking my cheek, he says ‘its ok that’s what I’m here for’.

 

Snorting, I say ‘What? To save my big old clumsy ass?’ and fallow that with a giggle that sounds like it came from someone other than me. I get a shock when his grip on my arms tightens and he sort of growls. I’m even more shocked by his reply.

 

‘No Lou, to look after you’

 

But the biggest shock comes when his lips come down on mine in a demanding and possessive kiss, that knocks the breath out of me. Stunned, I do nothing for the first 3 seconds and then I kiss him back with everything I have in me.my arms go around his neck and his go from my shoulders, down to my waist, and then my bum. Next thing I know he’s lifting me, to sit on the kitchen counter, his hands sliding up my back, under my t-shirt, lifting it up and over my head. Crushing my bare breast to his hard chest, his hands wrap my legs around his waist. His hands are on a mission to find and tease my breast and nipples, turning his lips attention to my neck and shoulders, little kisses that leave a trail that feels like fire on my skin, with the odd gentle nip here and there. How did he know I like it like that?!

 

The next thing to register in my brain is that his fingers are skimming the top of my knickers, then his thumbs are in the waist band, and in a husky tone he says ‘lift up ‘. my brain is a little foggy and when I don’t get what he is saying, he growls ‘Lou, lift your butt up now or I’m doing it for you’

 

Obeying I do as he tells me and suddenly, my nickers are sliding down my legs and my now bare bum hits the kitchen counter. still a little confused I look up, with pleading eyes and try to reach for his boxers, the need to feel him seems to of become my number one mission in life. But he catches my hand with his in-a vice like grip and another growl of, ‘Later Lou, right now is just for you’. Oh, god that makes everything southwards contract, in a way that makes a groan escape from my lips.

 

His lips are now moving down my body, burning a trail of little sucky kisses and not so gentle bites. Then his sinking to his knees and pulling me forward, so my intimate parts become level with his mouth and my back hits the cold hard counter. My brain seems to be clearing a little and the thoughts of ‘Oh god is he going to go down on me? Is this really happening or has my sex starved brain gone in to over drive? This is going to change everything, I should stop him, but I don’t want to!’

 

He reaches the outer lips of my pussy and places kisses on them, opening them with his finger as he goes, so slowly it’s almost like torture. A husky croak comes from him lips ‘So wet for me, I guess your liking this little one’. Pushing myself up on my elbows to stare down at his head, we make eye contact and I can’t stop the blush that creeps up from my chest, up over my throat and finally to my cheeks. I open my mouth to speak, only to be cut off before I get any words out. ‘Shut up Lou, stop over thinking this and just feel for once. Ok?!’

 

Then his back kissing and lapping at my pussy, only this time they are fingers inside me, fucking me. When his tongue and mouth make contact my clit, I almost jump in the air, Christ the pleasure is immense. First licking gently, then sucking, then licking and them sucking, adding more pressure as he goes. I can feel my orgasm building, but when it hits me fully, it feels like I’m hitting a wall off pleasure full force, causing it to crumple all around me! I scream out as wave after wave course through my body. It takes every fibre of my being to just hang on and to remember to keep breathing.

 

After long minutes, that feel like hours, his making to stand, kissing his way back up my body till he reaches my lips. With one last forceful kiss, he straightens himself and looks down at me. My brain finally starts working and I manage to get some words out, not before I look down at his boxers and see how strongly this has affected him. ‘Where the fuck did that come from?’ I stammer.

 

‘it’s been a long time coming Lou! I’m going to level with you babe, I really like you. I don’t know how you feel about me, but I would love to see where this could lead’ It’s my time to cut him off with a kiss, as I hop off the work top, grabbing is hand and pulling him towards the stairs.

I utter two words as we start to make are way up the stairs, ‘My room?  I think this is going to be a long night, that marks the start in a new chapter of our lives!

 

So this is my second go a writing something for the epic Kayla Lords  Masturbation Monday . little different this time as I have written it today, while having treatment in hospital, stuck on a drip! (I’m ok , not going to die just yet!) So people be gentle and I hope you enjoy! Oh and the inspiration comes from the song ‘Starving’ by Hailee Steinfeld & Grey.

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A rainy Monday afternoon.

It’s a dull rainy Monday afternoon. I have been on the go from 4.30 am and I’m really flagging. Maîtres has told me to go take a nap and since I’m being a good girl, off I trot to are bedroom. Striping of to my panties and his Star Wars t-shirt. The bra comes off too, as I pull down the blind and slip under the covers. But I’ve got a bad case of the fidgets again and after 30 minutes of trying I’m still wide awake! I turn over, with a huff to face the door. Only to find Maîtres leaning against the door frame watching me wriggling, his body gently shaking with silent laughter. Smiling down at me, with that slightly cocking grin that makes me melt inside. The one that has been my undoing so many times.

Looking at me in that odd way he does, in his thick French accent that sends a shiver down my spine and making everything south of my navel contract almost painfully. He ask ‘can’t you sleep little mouse?’. Not trusting my own voices, I choose to nod my head. with a soft laugh and gentle tone, he asks ‘would a story and cuddle help?’ again I answer with a nod of the head, as I scoot over to my side of the bed.

He walks in the room, closing the door behind him.  stopping to pick up the book he was reading to the girls and I last night, visions of last night flash through my head and another shiver run down my spine, this time making my nipples harden in to hard little nubs, that are begging to be touched. He takes off his shoes and pulls back the covers and climbs in and settles in his spot, right in the middle of the bed. propping a pillow behind his head and then reaching and pulling me into my safe place. The space between the bottom of his ear and his neck, where he tucks my head every night and where I snuggle when I’m worried or poorly.

I cuddle in to his chest, comforted be the steady beat of his heart. The book opens to the spot we got to last night, before we got to playing. He clears his throat and starts in a voice that is soft and steady, while he idly strokes my hair. The words of the story he reads don’t register in my little brain, it seems more interested in how he is toying with my hair and has decided to give that tight feeling in my tummy and an itch between legs, that has started to make me very wet indeed. I start to fidget again trying to get some relief, with no effect other than to make me fall farther in to his arms.

‘Mouse, for goodness sake will you settle down’ he commands. ‘what is the matter with you?’

I still have no words to tell him what is troubling me, instead I simply place my hand flat on his tummy. My sign for letting him know I’m horny and that I desperately need relief. He lets it stay there for all of 5 seconds, before his arms are under mine, hosting me to sit between his legs with my back supported by his chest. My arms go around his neck to move myself closer to his lips, but he holds me in place with a ‘be still girl’ in his do as I say tone. His hands travel down my rib cage and grab hold of the bottom of the t-shirt I have on, pulling it over my head. his hands grab handfuls of my soft breast and his none to gentle handling of my nipples makes my breath hitch, as one hand travel south over my rib cage, over my soft belly, round the curve of my hip, and finally meeting the outside lips of my pussy. All the while his other hand is roughly mauling at my breast and nipples

Lost in the moment and loving the rough treatment my nipples are getting, I seemed to of forgotten his hand is cupping my pussy with his other hand, but I’m abruptly bought back to the moment when I receive a sharp slap to my pussy and he growls ‘Open’. I do as I’m told and open my legs to allow him access to my pussy.

I nearly come as soon as he slips his fingers inside me, but I bite down hard on my lip so I don’t, knowing that coming without permission would be breaking the rules. I shudder as one finger becomes two, by the time his thumb touches my clit ring I’m shaking.

Then in that commanding tone, that I love so much, he says ‘Arms round my neck now missy’. In doing this I am forced to arch my back and to throw my head back. I thrust my breast out and my pussy forward in to his hand, hard. He continues to fuck my pussy roughly with 2 fingers, while he applies pressure to my clit with his thumb, moving it in agonizingly slow circles.

I feel the tight not in my tummy gets to point of being painful and the muscles in my pussy start to spasm, I start to beg to be allowed to come. His thumbs circles faster and faster, he moves his mouth to my ear and whispers ‘Come for me little one’. That is when my pussy clamps down on those magic fingers and he pulls hard on my clit ring. I feel as if I’m going to explode and never come down from the bless I have just experienced.

He holds me close till my body stops shaking and then removes his hand from my pussy, place his soaked fingers to my mouth and again in that commanding tone says ‘open’. I take his fingers in to my mouth and suck and lick them till I remove all traces of me from his finger. Oh, I do love that sweet and slightly musky taste that is all me.

When I move to turn, and face him, I receive a slap to my breast. He growls ‘not now mouse, nap time and play later’ He shifts and move us on to are right hand side and spoons with as my eye start to feel heavy and my brain gets foggy with sleep. The last thing I remember is him dropping kisses in to my hair and him telling me I’m a good girl, as drift off in to a wonderful, deep, and calm sleep.

Well this is my first atempt and a short story for the epic Kayla Lords Masturbatin Monday . Hope you all like it!

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Love and hugs,

Pixie x x x x