Capture Fantasy

                She sat with her back turned to the door, paperwork scattered in organized chaos in front of her.  Her music floated gently from her computer speakers, and she hummed along softly, occasionally reciting a chorus or two.  She heard the door open but did not look behind her.  It was the end of the day and people were always going in and out as the shifts changed.  She saw a form walking past her desk and deeper into the office. She turned her head to look at a far piece of paper and all of a sudden her world went dark.

                With a cry she tried to claw her way out of the rose scented hood, but a low grumbling voice laced with malice stunned her into silence. “You lift that hood you slut and you’ll regret it.”  Roughly large hands lifted her from her chair and pulled her towards the front door.  She opened her mouth to scream and suddenly one of the hands was clasped over her mouth. “None of that either you little bitch,” he spat at her. “I really don’t want to hit you, at least not here.”  Fear thrilled through her and she complied in stunned silence as he ushered her down the ramp to a vehicle that she could hear idling.  She felt cold metal on her wrists and heard the tell tale sound of handcuffs being tightened before she was thrust down onto fabric and a door slammed shut behind her.

                Softly she began crying, the hood becoming increasingly wet.  “Quite you cunt!” he growled at her from the front seat.  “You think your tears will move me?”  Slowly her tears stopped and she was lulled by the motion of the vehicle into a half sleep, her awareness spiking as turns were made and she was forced to shift positions.  Her state was not helped by the slow classical music that her captor was playing.  She was finally close to drifting to a deeper sleep when the car violently stopped.  She shrieked in fear.

                “Didn’t I tell you to be quiet!?”  Her captor snarled, roughly lifting her over his shoulder, his hand lewdly sneaking up her skirt to grope her ass.  “Such a beautiful ass. What I’d love to do with it,” he said almost to himself as he walked.  She wriggled and yelped as his finger probed the gusset of her thong, which started to moisten under his touch. “Dirty slut getting wet aren’t you?”  She cried softly again as he unlocked a door and walked inside, setting her on her feet before he closed and latched the door.  She heard a clinking jingle and a few seconds later felt cold steel slip around her head and settled tightly against her neck. She stood and gave a slight shiver but gasped as the metal was tugged.

               She couldn’t believe that the monster had put a choke chain around her neck, and yet her body betrayed her as she grew wetter than before. Slowly she was forced to walk around in an unknown area, choking slightly if she stumbled, which earned a malicious laugh from her captor.  After about 5 minutes of her stumbling along, he shoved her onto a bed, forcing her to sit upright and whipping the hood off of her.  She was blinded, but did not have time to recover her sight before a leather blindfold was put over her eyes, blinding her again.  A leather covered o-ring gag was forced into her mouth and tied tightly, her tongue tasting it as a horse would chafe its bit.  Her wrists were released next, but again she had no time for recovery before she was flipped over onto her stomach and her wrists shackled to something above her head.  Cold metal slid along her back as her shirt and bra were cut off from her body, and her skirt and underwear were roughly ripped from her after that.

   

             He lifted her ass and spanked it roughly, making her cry out, her body betraying her yet again as her pussy started to drip. Roughly he shoved two fingers into her, laughing again at her. “Dirty teasing slut, such a whore lifting your ass to take more of my fingers.”  Roughly he pulled his fingers from her and spanked her more, harder even.  She shook her head slightly, not wanting to enjoy the sweet pain that he was dealing her with his bare hand.  But she did and her ass was moving almost on its own accord, begging for more.  “Dirty filthy slut,” he growled at her before he abruptly left her, leaving her red ass to be cooled by the open air. 

     

           She slowly caught her breath, then tensed as she felt the bed move again; arching her back as cold hands were laid on her burning ass, moaning around the gag. “Like that don’t you, you dirty bitch?”  His voice was rougher with his apparent lust, a single finger probing her star.  She cried out in pain and he spanked her ass again.  “Haven’t been trained for that yet have you?  No worries that can be easily remedied, but not today.”

     

           She heard a zipper being undone and she shuddered, the flesh breaking out in goose bumps as she clenched her fists.  She couldn’t help but moan when she felt a large cock head slipping up and down her folds, stopping at her clit and tapping it mercilessly until she was just about to be thrown over the edge.  She cried out as he stopped, slicking his head with her juices again before plunging deep into her, his hands grasping her hips.  The tips of his fingers hit the secret pressure point that only few of her past lovers could touch and she threw her head back and screamed in pleasure.  Her grabbed her hair then with one hand and pulled, the other hand still guiding her hips as he thrust.

           

     Deeper and deeper he hit as her muscles spasmed as she came again and again, his groans only spurring her on.  His curses and insults grew more and more intense as time went by, her pleading cries resounding when he pulled out before she had a full orgasm, his hand coming down hard on her ass as he spanked her again and again.  Sometimes he even pulled the choke chain around her neck, her head going backwards in ecstasy as she started to float in subspace.

                “Dirty fucking CUNT,” her captor groaned, his thrusts getting wilder and wilder as he neared the edge.  She tossed her head and cried out loud, squirting as he kept hitting her sweet spot over and over and over again.  As her body clamped down on his cock, he came with a roar, depositing all of his spunk in her pulsing pussy. He pulled out of her and spanked her more, telling her how dirty she was for taking his spunk, and she accepted it all, nodding her head frantically to his words, because she knew they were all true.

                Roughly the gag was ripped from her mouth and her captor’s cock was thrust onto her face.  “Clean it you whore, get all your nasty slut cream off my cock.”

                Eagerly she complied, licking and suckling his cockhead gently, her tongue flicking at his eye, drawing out the last bit of cum that was still left.  He groaned above her as she worked, his breath labored and he laid a hand on her head, urging her to suckle harder; which she did.  She took it as deep as she could, swallowing slowly to create even more suction.  He growled and shoved his cock deep into her mouth and she fought past her gag reflex, swallowing a surprise ejaculation as her captor came yet again, his hand fisting in her hair.

                “Good little slut,” he praised as he released her from the shackles. “Don’t take off the blindfold.  You’re not to see me.”  She pouted as she lowered her hands, and felt a single finger on her lips as she opened them.  “Not a word beautiful girl.”Gently he cleaned her up with a cool cloth and dressed her in clothes that fit and walked her out to the same vehicle he had captured her in.  The trip back was quicker, and silent.

                “We’re here,” he said, his voice almost sad. “Keep the blindfold on pretty slut, and take it off only until after you cannot hear my car.  When you see it, think of me.”  His lips nibbled at her earlobe and nipped the flesh before her belt was unbuckled and the locks released.  She fumbled for the door handle and cautiously stepped out of the car.  She closed the door behind her and waited.  After a few moments she no long could discern the rumble of the vehicle from the background noise and she removed the blindfold, a look of wonder in her eyes as well as of lust.

                Could it be who she thought it was?  She knew she’d never know, and that he’d never tell her even if it was him.

The Visit

It had been a long night the night before, and I needed a shower badly. Especially since a dear friend was going to be coming over and I didn’t want to smell all sweaty and gross for him. I turned on the water, running to get a set of towels as the water heated and coming back just in time to see the first wisps of steam curling around the shower curtain. Happily I climbed into the tub and warmed up, luxuriating in the warmth of the water cascading down my head and over my breasts and ass. Slowly I washed my hair and rinsed it; sputtering as some water got up my nose but with a quick sneeze it was clear and I conditioned my hair. As the conditioner set, I shaved my legs, saving my pussy for last. Gently I shave with and against the grain, making sure I get every single hair, and I purr in satisfaction as I rub my fingers along the smooth flesh, a single finger pressing past my folds to the sweet heat within.


I step out of the shower, steam rising off of me like ether from a materializing goddess. Picking up the fluffy towels I wrapped one around my hair and the other around my body, walking into my room and laying out on my bed to cool off. After a few minutes I get up and brush my hair, slicking it back with sure strokes. My music blasts from my room and I’m dancing, my ass swaying and bouncing. I head back to my room and toss on a loose shirt, going through my closet to find a decent outfit. Suddenly I hear the doorbell ring and I snatch the first thing my hand falls on, a loose knee length skirt and pull it on, hollering out that I’d be right there.


I open the door and smile up at my friend, smiling in reply to my own. I open the door wide and invite him in. The door had barely closed when I felt his strong hand close around my exposed neck and propelling me to the door, his other hand keeping my own in check as he presses himself to my back. I can feel his throbbing cock through his pants, hot and thick against my ass, his hot breath on my ear as his ardent breaths whisper past my ear. His hand roams my body even as I whimper and whine, my hands flexing and grasping for what I want. My cunt was dripping even before his hand made his way to my honey pot, and I groan in desire at his growl when his hand slips under my skirt and pets my shaved cunny. His teeth sink into the flesh of my neck just as his thick finger shoots into my body, my head falling back and a cry undulating from my throat as I start to fly into subspace.


With a growl, he fists his hand in my hair and pulls me over the back of my couch, bending me over the back and flipping up my skirt, baring my naked bottom and plumping lips. He snarled and landed the first blow, causing me to squeal and buck in response, my pussy leaking more. I don’t know how long he spanked me, cursing under his breath, but I could feel my ass burning red. Finally the spanking stopped and I was able to breathe, at least for a moment before I shouted; partly in surprise and partly in triumph as he unceremoniously shoved his cock into my pussy. He filled me completely, my pussy stretched to the max as he pumped in and out of me, occasionally spanking my ass some more. Roughly he pulled me up by the hair, his teeth once again sinking into my neck, his other hand under my shirt to tweak my breasts roughly, a growl vibrating my flesh.


I scream as my first orgasm hits me, my eyes rolling to the back of my head and my nails digging into his hands and arms. I hold myself back from squirting all over the couch and breath a reluctant plea to wait, and to go upstairs to my room. Quickly we head upstairs, our clothing falling off our bodies as we go until we are in my room, completely naked. I hurriedly arrange my towels so that I will not stain my bed and roughly he pushes me onto my mattress, his face a twisted mask of sexual aggression and male power. His lips meet mine in a smoldering kiss as he plunges into me again, dragging my hips to his savagely, causing me to scream in passion, gushing over his cock as he pistons me. My upper lip pulls back in a snarl and I return his bites, going from his neck to his shoulder and back again, my nails digging into his ass. He moans as my nails bite his flesh and goes impossibly fast, jack hammering my cunt until I’m screaming uncontrollably as I cum and cum again, over and over I release onto his prick, my inner muscles working over his cock until with a final shout he buries himself inside of me and releases his hot spunk into my waiting womb. He collapses on top of me, our sweat mingling and the only sound to be heard is the low thrum of my music and our labored breathing as we come down from our euphoria.


With a wicked grin I prod his shoulder and motion for him to sit on the floor and watch my next trick. He disengages from me, which elicits a soft sigh from me, even as I bear down, spreading my lips wide to show the hot cream trickling slowly out of my hole. I beckon softly and he came forward and slowly licked my cunt, tasting the mixture of our cum before sucking on my clit, making me squirt again, my girl cum all over his face. With a chuckle he backed away and climbed onto my bed, ushering me to the head so that we both could lay side by side and bask in the afterglow.

Just A Fantasy - Part 1

Its been a wile since I've seen you, but i can tell that you havent changed a bit.  You're still as good looking as ever and seem a lot more at ease with yourself than compared to the last time we met.  We sit outside of starbucks chatting away, my fingertips anbsentmindedly stroking the swell of my breast above the confines of my black spaghetti strap top.  My legs are crossed and streched out since my knee was bugging me yet again.  Though it hurt in part to the height of the black leather boots that I'm wearing, silver "studs" lining the  seam of where the leather stops and the outer sole of my shoe begins.  My blue jeans are tucked into my boots, and cling to my legs like a second skin. I have my grey hoodie on, unzipped except for an inch that keeps it closed over my black belt, though the hood is resting on the shelf that my thick chestnut poinytail makes.


I notice that your eyes follow the trail my fingertips are following arounfd and across my  chest and i smile slightly, my eyes darkening as a devlish idea pops into my head.  I make a suggestion that we head back to my place, since i know that my family will be gone for a while seeing as how my sister is out shopping with her boyfriend and my mother has work all day.  We climb into our respective vehicles and you follow me back to my place.


As I walk up to unlock the door you come up behind me and grind your hips into my ass, already showing signs of how aroused you were at the mere thought of being able to take me after all these years.  I purr in my throat as i turn the lock in the door and open it, barely able to punch in the passcode for the alarm before you have me pinned to the wall and your mouth on mine.  I gasp in between kisses, pretending to strugle against your hands even though i know resistance is futile. After a steamy makeout session against my front door, i push away from the door, suggesting we take it into my room before anything gets any hotter.


We go up to my room and my two little "daughters" run to the cage door and beg for a treat.  With a soft coo I give them each a yougurt drop, turning to see you watching me half amused at how i babied my rats. I pull an exasperated face at you and laughingly usher the rats back into the cage.


By the time i turn around you've already gotten your shirt off and are watching my face for my reaction.  I can almost feel my eyes dilate as i rake my gaze over your upper body, my lower lip in my mouth as I drink in the look of you. I walk towards you, unzipping the hoodie and tossing it to the side,trailing my nails down your chest when i get close enough to you.  I pinch and twist your nipples, smiling slowly as I hear you moan softly at the touch. Your hands go to my back and feel around the bottom of my tank top, and i step back and let you remove the top, gazing at my breats while they are offered up within the black push up bra i was wearing.

I run my fingers over my breasts again, purring and smiling, but gasping as you suddenly start to kiss and suckle the exposed flesh. A shuddered breath escapes my lisp as your clever tounge dips between the fabric and my skin to tease at my nipple and areola. You reach behind my back and unclasp my bra, slowly sliding the straps off my back and disgarding in the growing pile of disgarded clothes.  I reach downwards and remove my boots, kicking them off to the side, noticing that your shoes and socks were already off. I unbuckle my belt and peal my jeans off of me, revealing white lace thong that barely covers the fact that my pussy is shaved completly.  I head your chuckle of amusement and satisfaction and its my turn to watch you remove your pants, smiling at the strain in your boxer briefs.

You remove your underwear and i wet my lips and stare hungrily at your cock. It throbs with each heartbeat and pulse of your body and I slid my hands down your body to take the wheight into my palm.  With a nip on the shoulder I go down on you, licking your cock head until you groan, slowly pressing my mouth over your cock, swirling my tounge as far around your cock as i can.  All of a sudden, i bite down, not too hard but enough to know that you feel it, which is evedent by the surprised groan that pours from your throat as i graze my teeth back up your shaft and over your throbbing cockhead.

By now my pussy is wet and driping and literally aching for a touch, any touch.  and thats when you come in.


Continuation linked HERE

Just A Fantasy - Part 2

You look down at me with a compelling fire in your eyes and I stand up, letting your wet cock slide between my breasts and down my stomach, my face tilted upwards to watch your eyes.  You groan and capture my face in your hands, kissing me hard, your tounge dancing with mine. Suddenly you back me up so that the back of my knees hit my bed and you push me down onto the mattress.  I bounce with a started gasp and look up at you, my eyes dark and hooded.  You reach forward and rip my lace panties away, revealing my freshly shaved pussy.  The scent of my sex permeates the air and you fall to your knees, forcing my legs apart and breathing on my sensitive cunt.

Your warm breath on the supple flesh makes me tingle all over and i lift my hips in a pleasding gesture, not so subtly begging to be eaten.  You give me a sly smile and chuckle that male chuckle that drives women insane before you spread my pussy lips apart and lick my cunt slowly, savoring the taste of my honey.  I sigh and lay my head back, closing my eyes and revling in the feel of your mouth on my pussy.

Suddenly I feel suction on my clit and I cry out, my eyes flying open ad i look down my body at you, my breath labored and short.  I can see you smile even though your mouth is still sucking on my clit, your tounge lapping at the bud as you draw it into your mouth. I shudder with pleasure and then toss my head back as i feel your finger delve into my pussy.  I can feel every stroke of your finger and tounge as they move in tandem, bringing me closer and closer to my first orgasm.

I cry out and clench the sheets in my fists as I cum, my thighs falling apart in surrender and you growl your satisfaction. You raise yourself from your knees to lean over me and take my breast in between your teeth, your tounge lapping at the tip the same way you tounged my clit.  Pure lightning shoots through my body as you suckle, my hips lifting ever so slightly, a barely contained whimper flowing from my mouth as my eyes close to slits.

My hand reaches between our bodies and quests for your cock, purring with my own satisfaction as I find it and squeeze it, an evil grin on my face as i hear you groan in reaction.  I take your cock and slide the head up and down my slit, wetting it with my pussy juices. Almost instinctivly you thrust forward, and slid your hard meat into my cunt, my hot sheath enveloping it balls deep. My eyes flutter close as i feel your thick cock fill me completly, just the way I like it. I open my eyes and look dead into yours as I squeeze my sheath around you, and grin in satisfaction when i watch your eye flutter close and your adam's apple bob as you gulp.

You look down at me, your eyes dark and posessive, and you move slowly, making me feel every inch of your cock move inside of me. My hips lift as you plunge and we find a rythem, my arms lifted above my head and pressing against the wall so to make sure that i dont bash my head.  Suddenly you pull out and i whimper, even though in the back of my mind i'm giving you brownie points for comming prepared as you slip a condom on over your cock. You crook your finger at me and i stand, a little wobbly.

You grab me roughly and spin me around, taking my ponytail in your hand and pulling, causeing me to gasp and groan at the sensation. You bend me over and I feel the latex slip up and down my soaking pussy before sliding inside of me.  I'm so much tighter this way, with my legs closed and my back arched that you groan at the mere sensation.  In an almost strangled and breathless voice i tell you to fuck me, to just make me scream.

And you do.

You pull my hair back and thrust hard and deep, hitting that sweet spot over and over again.  I am awash in feeling as you pound away, grunting and groaning while i scream as little orgasms ripple thorough my whole being.  Suddenly I feel the preasure building and building as you hit my g-spot dead on.  On a moan i tell you to keep it right there and you graciously comply, and the preasure builds and builds and suddenly I explode in orgasm.  I throw my head back and scream lustly, even as I squirt and shake all over.  Even as I am still quakeing you slip back inside of me, the undulations of my pussy only stimulating you more as you stroke deep.

On a whim I raise my upper body so that you can kiss and bite my shoulder, as well as fondle my breasts.  The angle changes as well and it is even deeper than before.  I spread my legs to match your stance and reach one hand down to rub my clit, listeing to your breathing change as you come closer to your peak.  I whisper one command, and you start to piston me.

The feeling courses through me again and I orgasm/squirt once more as you give one final thrust into me and spill your seed, your groan mingling with my voice as we come together.  With quivering thighs that can no longer support me I slump down onto the bed, panting heavily, despite a parched throat.  I wet my lips and look over to you as you gingerly lay don on the bed next to me, sweat beading out of every pore of your face, out of breath yourself.  I smile slowly and ask cheekily if you feel better.  My only answer is a roll of the eyes and a half grin that i knew meant "shut up smart ass".

I chuckle and lay my head down on a dry patch of sheet and close my eyes, completly exhausted.
FIN.


Hope you liked it.  I havent written in a while so I'm a bit rusty... har har.

And Office Affair

Aria looked up from her computer screen as she heard a knock at her office door. She pushed her black rimmed glasses up to the top of her nose and sat back in her chair. "Come in," she called, her voice soft but authoritative. The door cracked open and one of her team members walked in. she smiled up at him as he walked in. His name was Julian and was her secret favorite of her team.

His body was trim but covered in lean muscle, and was barely hidden under the plain coloured t-shirts that he normally wore to work. But today he was wearing a loose button down shirt that was the color of a stormy Florida sky, and moved above his carmel skin like a second wind blew about him. His dark brown eyes looked into her stormy-blues as he sat in the chair that she motioned for him to take.

"What's going on Julian?" Aria leaned forward subtlety, the swell of her breasts slightly visible though the open V of her lavender button down shirt. With a small mental smile she caught Julian's quick glance to her breasts and she adjusted her glasses.

"I'm having a problem with one of the cases, could you help me?" He asked her, leaning forward in his chair. Aria smiled sweetly.

"Of course," She pulled up the company intranet and accessed his case files, opening the most recent one that he had. She scanned the notes, her fingers slowly caressing her clavicle, her french manicured nails trailing across her skin. On her peripheral she observed Julian watching her fingers caress her skin.

"Ah, here's the problem," she noted, pointing to her computer screen. Julian leaned forward, expecting her to swivel her screen so that the both of them could look but she motioned to him. "Come back here, the swivel's busted on this stupid thing." She lied, crooking her finger at him.

He stood slowly, and Aria's keen eyes noticed a slight bulge in his jeans when he stood. She almost hid a small half smile of satisfaction and proceeded to explain to him what he had done wrong and advised him on a few ways to fix it. She looked up at him and flashed him her cock twitching smile.

"Hope that helped Julian," she said with a hidden purr, that she could tell he heard by the slight twitch in his pants.

"Y-Yes, thanks Aria," he said and hurried out of her office, closing the door behind him. As the door latched closed Aria sat back with a chuckle, her fingers drifting down the front of her body and between her legs, a deft finger pressing into her body, a soft whimper held back in her throat. One day soon she was going to get what she wanted.



Aria sighed as she stretched. It had proven to be a busier day than expected, and she had even had to send a few people home to rest because she had seen the toll the stress had been taking on some of her newer team members. She walked out of her office and went into the group of cubes that was home for her team while they were at work. She smiled at her only female team member as she walked past her on her way to the side door. She looked around and saw that only Julian was still toiling away at his computer.

She walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Julian, you know you're pushing over time again right?" Aria chided in a gentle tone, smiling down at him when he looked up. He smiled sheepishly and pushed the headset off his head and let it rest around his neck.

"Working on this site was tougher than I thought. I've been trying to implement all of the suggestions that you made, and now the customer wants more on their site. I had to transfer him to Sales because he needs an upgraded plan for all of the extra that he wants to do." Julian's mood was proud, but his body language spoke of how tired he was.

Aria smiled. "Send the customer an e-mail and make sure that he knows that you will be working with him more on the site tomorrow after the sale is confirmed and the upgraded space is available. Right now you and I both need a drink." She patted his shoulder and walked back to her office, leaving the door open to make sure that Julian joined her. She walked around her desk and opened the small fridge that was situated between two of her cabinets and pulled out two iced coffee drinks. She heard a low chuckle behind her and she turned to see Julian entering her office.

"What, did you expect alcohol?" She asked when she saw his surprised look, handing him one glass bottle. He nodded.

"Actually yeah, at first." He replied honestly.

"I wanted to congratulate you," Aria said, leaning back in her chair as she sipped her drink. Julian looked up, slightly confused.

"For what?" He asked, setting down his bottle.

"For getting that site nailed down so well. The customer that you were handling, and will continue to handle, has been a problem with the other teams for about a year now. He's very picky about what he wants and has had mediocre results from the other teams. He stays with us because our customer service and tech support is beyond all of the other companies, but you were the only one that was able to get his site the way he really wanted it, or near enough, and that was all in one day." Julian goggled at her, having not known about the situation with the customer.

"And I actually have an e-mail here from him directly requesting that you be made sole admin of his site." She smiled at Julian's shocked expression. "I knew you could do it, why else do you think I redirected the case file to you?"

Julian blinked. "I-I don't know what to say."

Aria smiled. "You're welcome," she replied as she stood and walked to her office door, closing it completely before locking it softly. He turned and looked at her, his eyes widening slightly as her hands went to the buttons of her shirt.

"I know you want me Julian," Aria purred, a sly half smile on her face as she pulled the collar of her shirt to her shoulders, revealing a black push up bra. "I've seen the glances, the twitch of your cock when I do something that you like."

She breathed on his ear before nibbling it softly, her palm caressing his hard chest and going down even father to cup his hardening penis. She purred at the size and squeezed gently, causing him the groan softly. She chuckled and stepped back, removing her shirt completely and pulled her chestnut brown hair out of the bun that had been settled at the base of her neck.

Suddenly Julian was on his feet and smashing his lips against hers, his hips grinding into her pelvis, his cock rock solid and pulsing. With a groan she nipped at his neck, her teeth leaving indentations on his flesh. His large hangs cupped one breast as he lowered his mouth to the other, his tongue dipping behind the cup to tease and torment the slowly puckering nipple beneath.

With a growl he reached behind Aria and unclasped her bra and slid it off her shoulders, tossing it in a nearby corner. His mouth descended on her nipple and she groaned, her pussy clenching and starting to drip with her arousal. Her hands fumbled at his shirt and she soon succeeded in unbuttoning it, pushing the fabric aside to reveal his perfect chest. She raked her nails from his shoulders to his hips, and dipped slightly below his pant line, smiling as she found that he kept himself completely bald down below.

He smiled back at her and removed his pants and underwear (if he even wore any) in a smooth motion and proceeded to undress Aria as well, running his palm over her bare mound, breathing a hot blast of air onto it, making Aria buck her hips forward at the touch. She sat up and grasped his member in her hand, locking eyes with Julian as she ran her hand over his length. His eyes fluttered as he gulped when she rubbed her thumb over the head. She purred and steped back, kicking off her pumps and slipping off her work slacks and undies, revealing a perfectly shaved pussy, her lips already plump and dripping wet.

Julian gave a low hiss and slid his hand down to her mound and Aria let out a shuddering sigh, biting her lip to stiffle a cry as a finger quested past her folds, soaking it with her juices. "Fuuuck," Aria hissed as his question finger found her nub and began to rub it with a well practiced motion. Just to gain purchase (and to prevent her from falling and cracking her head)she scooched up onto the edge of her desk. Her fingers dug into the wood of her desk and she stated panting as his skilled hand worked at her increasingly wet cunt.

Suddenly she cried out and tossed her head as the orgasm ripped through her. Her thighs fell open as she relaxed from her climax, revealing herself fully to Julian.

"Damn Aria," Julain grunted, looking down at her glistening folds. Aria smiled and slid off her desk, her hands going to his member and her mouth opening, her pink tounge darting out to lick the first dribble of pre-cum off of his head. Julian clenched and uncleanched his hands as Aria swirled her tounge around his head, teasing him when the tip of her tounge slid into his slit and then in one fell swoop took him all the way in her mouth.

Julian gave a strangled cry as he looked down his body at Aria, who looked up at him and smiled around his meat before pulling back, sucking him hard all the way to his head then back down again, her other hand gently pinching the skin of his sack and pulling softly. Julian reached down and pulled her off of him by her hair. He lifted her so that he could yet again crush his lips to her own, pushing her back onto her desk, one arm sweeping the little knick knacks that she decorated her desk with off into a corner. He pushed her back onto the desk, her legs wrapped around his waist. He kissed and nipped down her neck and suckled each breast, streching them as far as they could go, his eyes filled with male lust as he watched her reaction.

Aria raised her upper lip and snarled at him. "What are you waiting for Juli- AAAAHH..." she cried out and threw her head back as he sliped his cock into her pulsing chasm,filling her to the hilt. Aria mewed in pleasure as he started to move inside of her, filling her completly with every deep thrust into her body. Aria tossed her head so that her hair would get out of her face and she gazed up at Julian, her blue eyes a deeper blue than her normal colour. She spread her legs wide and sat up slowly with Julian still inside of her, making the angle deeper and truer, every thrust of Julian's hips rubbing over THAT spot, making her next orgasm build slowly inside of her.

"Harder you sunnuva bitch," Aria groaned, taking one hand and digging her nails down the front of his chest, her nails flicking over his hard nipples. Julian grunted and slammed into her, causing her to scream with pleasure, even as she came and squirted all over the place.

Julian backed up slightly but Aria almost frantically called him back. "Oh god please dont stop Julian," Aria's hand sliped through her cum and onto her clit, rubbing it gently. "Don't stop, put that meat back into my pussy."

With a groan Julian complied, crying out gutterally as Aria squeezed herself around him, making it even tighter than before. An evil grin spread across her face as he looked down at her, his eyes have craized.

"C'mon," she goaded breathlessly as he moved in an out of her firmly. "Fuck me like you mean it."

With a growl of his own he drew out of her compeltly and she whimpered, though it turned into a gasp because he picked her up and flipped her around, gathering her hair roughly in one hand while he kicked her legs apart and guided his cock into her pussy with the other.

"Oh gods yes," she almost screamed, grinding her hips into his own at every thrust, his firm grip on her hips hitting the pressure points just inside them that turned her on even more. Using the desk to brace her, Aria started thrusting back onto Julian, the combined power making him go even deeper and with every thurst she screamed in pleasure.

"God Aria i'm so close," Julian groaned, thrusting deep and holding it, the tip bumping her cervix when it twitched and pulsed inside of her.

"Don't stop julian," Aria nearly sobbed, working her muscles around his cock. "Please dont stop."

With her plea, Julian began to piston her, his cock flying in and out of Aria, who screamed as she came again and again, her cum squirting and dripping down her legs. Julian's balls smacked against her clit again and again, the rhythmic assult a catalyst until with a final gutteral cry did Julian thrust home hard and deep, spilling his seed inside of Aria, just as she came one final time, her legs quaking from the full body orgasm that his final thrust triggered.

With a sigh Julian pulled out of her, flopping on the chair that he had sat in before. He admired the view, his supervisor bend over her desk, her ass and well used pussy in the air for him to view, the first peak of his cum dripping out of her body.

He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, though almost snapped it as he felt Aria's mouth on his half erect cock. She sucked him gently, cleaning the leftover cum off of him, licking his tip softly, making him groan and twitch.

With a low chuckling purr she went behind her desk and retrieved paper towels and a small trial packet of moist wipes, tossing a packet of each to Julian.

"Clean yourself up and meet me here tomorrow after everyone has gone home. I have more to  discuss with you about your customer's site."

Julian smiled darkly and nodded, cleaning himself up and getting dressed again, walking to his desk and then out the door, Aria about 2 minutes behind.

This would prove to be an amazing affair.

Alia and Dion - A Story Of Family Love

Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction and is also between two of age people. All those who do not like nor agree with this type of erotica must leave this entry now.

thank you.





Ever since Alia and Dion were kids, they always seemed to have an uncanny bond. Some attributed it to them being twins, while others shot the idea down since they were fraternal twins. but everyone was in agreement that they shared a deep bond. Even though high school they stuck together. only their true friends understood why the never went their seperate ways, though no one knew the true story:

Until Now

It all started one fateful night when Dion was walking back to his bedroom. As he passed his sister Alia's room, her heard a soft moan emanating from her nearly closed door. A look of concern washed over his face as he looked in the direction of his parent's bedroom across the house. He really wished that they were home, just in case his sister was seriously sick. As he heard another soft moan he figured that he would be more than capable to take care of his sister, he softly pushed the door open and called out to Alia.

"Alia, are you alri-" Dion stopped in shock at what he saw.

Alia lay on her bed stark naked, her legs splayed and her freshly shaven pussy glistening in the low light. Her bright green eyes were closed, and Dion watched with a held breath as she took two fingers out of her cunt and lifted them to her mouth to taste her pussy juices, purring as she licked them clean.

Dion felt his face smoldering in embarrassment that he had walked in on his sister in the most intimate of acts. Although at that moment he didn't want to admit that it was an arousing moment, even though the prominent tent in his sleep shorts said otherwise. Alia moaned again as she inserted her two fingers back into her swollen cunt. Dion blushed even harder and tried to hurry out of her room. He cursed softly as he tripped over a stuffed toy and heard Alia's startled gasp.

"Who's there?" She asked, a thread of fear in her voice. "Dion, is that you?"

"Ye-Yeah sis, it's me," Dion stammered, looking away. "I thought that you were upset or something."

"Oh, yeah well," Alia stuttered, blushing herself. Her nipples were still perky, jutting above her C-cup breasts like triumphant flags atop a mountain peak. They hardened even more at the mere thought of her attractive brother watching her jill off.

"Well," she said, a naughty idea arising in her head. "I'm still feeling a bit scared. would you come over here and keep me company?" She was amazed at her brazen actions as she slid her hands down her flat stomach to her waiting cunny. Dion had turned at her statement and watched as his sister petted her pussy.
"Close the door Di," Alia commanded, her voice husky with arousal and anticipation. Dion started to protest but Alia cut him off sharply. "Damnit Dion, close the fucking door and get your ass over here."

Dion gulped as he walked over to her door and closed it, locking it for good measure. How many nights had he lain in his bed fantasizing about his sister and her amazing body, stroking his 7 inch cock. The vivid images always flowed through his mind before he found himself cumming all over his own stomach. Now here he was, walking towards his naked twin sister as she slowly finger fucked her cunt. Alia propped herself farther up on her pillows, removing her fingers to rub at her clit, her breathing labored. Dion slowly reached out his hand and softly touched her cunt. Alia's breath left her in a rush as she felt his cool fingertips touch her engorged flesh.

The scent of her sex hit Dion's nose and whatever inhibitions that he had felt were gone from his mind as lust overrode his brain. His fingers dove into her cunt as he lowered his head to her pussy, his tongue flicking out to tickle her clit. Alia groaned and bit her lip, her hands moving upwards to cup and fondle her breasts, her thumb and forefinger pinching and twisting her nipples. Dion's fingers curled upwards as he thrummed his fingers against her G-spot still lapping away at her clit. Alia felt the tell tale swell of feelings in her loins as Dion took her engorged clit fully into his mouth and sucked on it. She moaned softly as Dion's fingers picked up the pace.

"Oh god Dion," She panted, her back arching. "keep it there please!" Dion looked up at his sister's body, watching her eyes go blind before she tossed her head back. She muffled her scream by biting her finger, her teeth leaving red marks in her tender flesh. She opened her eyes slightly as she felt Dion remove his fingers from her still pulsing pussy.

Alia watched him undress in the dim light, her eyes raking over every inch of his exposed flesh, from his broad shoulders to his trim swimmer's waist. She bit her lip as she gazed at his uncut cock, a litter pearl or pre-cum welling at the tip. Alia sat up and crawled over her bed to where he stood watching her every move. She palmed his cock and smiled, purring again as she lowered her head to lick off the pre-cum off of his cock head and took nearly all of him in her mouth.

Dion groaned, the warm wetness of her mouth pure bliss to him. Alia's tongue swirled around his cock head, and shaft, wetting as much as she could. He gazed at her pert ass which was held up in the air for all to see. Before he could contemplate spanking his sister's naughty ass, she delved the tip of her tongue into his slit, lapping up his pre-cum and wanking his cock to milk more from him. Alia couldn't wait any longer. She lifted her head from Dion's cock with a wet POP and leaned back, spreading her legs wide and propping herself up on her elbows so that she could watch.

Dion looked his sister in the eyes as he rubbed his cock up and down his sister's slit, gulping as he felt her warmth surround his tip. Properly lubed with Alia's arousal, he slowly slipped his cock into her pussy, groaning as he velvet flesh engulfed his member. Alia threw back her head as he slid fully inside of her. He was so big, filling her completely. She could feel his cock pulse and twitch with every heartbeat. She moaned as she felt Dion's mouth descended onto one pert nipple, suckling and licking it as he slowly moved inside of her. Alia sighed at the feeling of her brother inside of her, grinding her hips upwards to meet his thrusts, which gained a growl from Dion as he bottomed out. Alia wrapped her legs around Dion's thrusting hips, using the strength in her legs to pull him deeper.

"God Alia, you little slut," Dion groaned, looking down at her heaving chest as he gave one hard thrust into her.

"And you're point is what?" Alia sighed back, laying on her back and drawing Dion with her, kissing him and letting their tongues dance. After a few kisses Alia arched her back and groaned.

"God Dion, quit being nice and FUCK ME already!" To illustrate her point, she dug her nails into his ass and thrust up hard against him squeezing her sheath around his cock for good measure. Dion gave a shout as her nails dug into his flesh and he began to pump away, Alia's rails raking up and down his back only spurring him on. Alia tightened herself around him again, feeling her second orgasm building. She curled up against Dion's body, biting his neck as her nails clench his ass.

"Oh God Dion I'm gonna cum again!" Alia groaned, her whole body tensing.

Dion felt her body clench as he pounded away. "cum for me lil sis, you nasty, slutty whore." He quickened his pace in time with her heavy breathing, raising himself up both for leverage and to watch Alia's face. With a muffled scream a few moments later, alia cam again, her back arching and her eyes closing; her thighs fell apart and trembled with the power of her orgasm.

"Jesus," she panted, wetting her lips slowly.

Dion grinned. "You aint seen nothin yet!" Gently he pulled out of his sister's dripping cunt and lifted and turned her onto her stomach, her legs and ass falling off the side of the bed. He slid his cock into her deeply in one powerful thrust.

"Ohhh... fuuuckk... Dion Alia cried out, her hips and thighs shaking. Dion gripped her hips and thrust hard, deep and fast, the slight curve of his cock hitting her spot dead on. With a hiss, Alia came again, this time squirting her girl cum all over Dion's balls and her bed as well as her floor. Dion's cock twitched as he felt his own orgasm building.

With a growl he grabbed Alia by the waist with one and and lifted her upper body so that her back was pressed against his chest. Alia gasped and moaned at the change in angle, her head falling back to rest on Dion's shoulder as Dion began to move inside of her once more. Dion lowered one hand to Alia's pelvis to hold her hips in place while the other hand slid up her taunt belly to cup and pinch her breasts.

"God sis, I'm gonna cum in your hot snatch!" Dion groaned, two fingers slipping lower to rub her clit, the nub already swollen.

"Please Dion, fuck me and cum in me please1" Alia breathed, pinching her other nipple causing her pussy to clench. With that Dion flew over the edge, pistoning her, grunting and panting; occasionally kissing or biting his sister. He could feel his orgasm nearing, and as Alia came again, her teeth setting in again, he thrust upwards within her hard. With a shout his seed spilled inside of her womb, gushing hot into her. Alia purred as she came, grinding her hips against Dion, her muscles milking his cock for every last drop of cum. Finally Dion released her, letting her crawl back to the head of her bed.

With a wicked grin Alia lay backwards and spread herself wide as Dion climbed into her bed as well. She indicated for Dion to watch her cunt and with a smoldering gaze he complied. Alia concentrated and pushed. Slowly but surely, Dion watched his little sister psuh out all of his spunk.

"God Sis, you're such a bad girl," Dion breathed. He leaned down and started licking up his cum and swirled his tongue around her clit until Alia came again, begging for him to stop. Dion relented and gave his sister a deep kiss before tucking her into bed like he used too and got dressed before returning to his room.


I hope you enjoy!

Being A Good Sub

So yesterday I sent Sir a text saying good morning since i hadn't really talked to him over the weekend, and he told me that he was sick in bed.  Since I was driving to work at the time I wished him well and resolved to call him in the evening after work and dance to check up on him.

When I did and he started talking to me, he sounded so horrible, i felt compelled to go to him and take care of him and be there with him. Even if that meant just laying with him, I wanted to be there.

I kept my voice low over the phone, and wished him well again.

I suppose its the sign of a good submissive that I instantly wanted to go and care for him and his needs, even if it were just the simplest of tasks of helping him cook something or massaging his sore muscles.

I told him to take cold showers/baths to help aid in his body shivering and fighting off the cold, and to drink a lot of water.  I'm worried because he normally eats every few hours and he hasn't been able to eat much since he woke up feeling sick.

It's almost my lunch time so i will probably be calling him to check up on him.

If i could be there i would, but i need my job and i need all the money i can bring in.

Daddy

Is Daddy really back?

Or is this another slow climb of the roller coaster car before teetering at the apex, and then hurtling down an immeasurable slope, twists and turns disorienting us all until we don’t know up from down, left from right, forwards from backwards. It kills me, to hear my mother in tears, to know how her heart is shattering in a million pieces, with no way of retrieving all of the pieces. I want to go to her, to hold her as we cry, to listen as she speaks. I hate having to be so strong, to not have anyone to go to to dissolve into my own body wrenching sobs and get the comfort that I so desperately need.

But I have to stay strong, to be the strength that my mother needs, to be there for my sister. To be able to squish the crying 16 year old back into her box so that I can go on with my day, so that I can push through work without becoming a screaming mess of pain, anguish and rage. Control is key, control is what is keeping me from going back there and looking to see if it’s Daddy that is sitting at his desk, or if it’s the bastard Robert that has been making our lives for the past 6-8 months a living hell.

I want my daddy back, more than anything in this world, but I can’t go through the heartache of having daddy back for a month or more, and then all of a sudden have things be back to hell. I can’t do it, not anymore. I won’t let him hurt mommy anymore than she’s already hurting. I don’t want him back into my life until it really is HIM back, that Daddy’s really back and it’ll be for good. I can’t get my hopes up, just to have them crushed under the hateful heel of his disease
And yet I can feel that hope rising, that maybe, just maybe Daddy will be back to stay, that things will be alright… and I hate myself for hoping, for wishing that things could become like how they used to be. Wishing that those pain filled years will become a distant mist of memory, but reality says that we’re still on this rollercoaster, and it’s starting to pick up speed again.

I just want this to be over with, I want my life back.

But most of all, I want Daddy back.

I know its not really a kink post, but it's something that i have to get off my chest.