how do i overtake him just for a little bit?

[da grunt]

Re: Re: sweaty oil

by Howling_Ire ... hopeing to get him off soon..

He made animal noises, he did it because they liked it, it was obvious they enjoyed this non-verbal communications, growls of pleasure, of encouragement, growls of big cat. His face contorts, nostrils flair, his lips in snarl, his eyes glow golden, the green retreating to insignificance, the golden taking on a redish hue, his lust overwhelming.

As his growled encouragement continues, he knows how difficult it is to for him to cum like this, he knew his cock was destined to split, fucking asunder, before he could fuck one of these precious beauties. He wants to cum so badly, now, spurting hugely, his balls aching, veins bulge, his cockhead deep lavendar, the rim of the helmut, deep purple, the deepest purple. Incredibly, it seems to grow, even more. 'Awwwdamn, in need to cum, grrrrrrr his minds voice echoing in his growl. They'll never make me cum like this, if I could put my hand on the motherfucker I'd cum in seconds, but they've got to do it, 'awwwwwdamn, so fucking good, grrrrrr

They continue to work, the minutes pass, and their need becomes frantic. No little boy, this. They wonder what will make him cum, and they begin to use their hands.

"No hands, goddamnit," the low growl, and he shakes his hips violently, smacking each girl across the face with his hard cock. THUMP! It fells as if a small child has struck them. Surprise by the heft of the hit, but wanting more, they bravely hold their faces forward, as he uses his cock alone to beat the lovely faces, leaving prickprints coloring their complexion. He obvoiusly enjoys this punishment, wishing he could cum by this, to use his cock as an ultimate instrument of pleasurace torture, to see his cock spurting the reddened faces, to see them lick each other's faces clean, yet knowing it will not be, certainly his cock would split apart first.

"You silly girls, I must fuck! Put a cunt or an assole to my cock now, goddamnit. Each of you, godddamn it, I'll be fucking each of your holes before you make me cum. Its a goddamn evil gift! Whose first? Now!"

 

[shysexkitten]

kitten bends over and presents her ass to him.....he rubbes her ass and is pleased with what is before him. He sticks a finger in her little back door and she yelps with shock. He laughs at her responce and then has the other beauty lick kittens backdoor to get it good and ready for him once she is good and wet he slams his cock into her asshole and starts pounding inside of her. the other beauty starts to massage and suck on his balls while he fucks kitten. Suddenly he pulls out......

 

[da grunt]

by shysexkitten Suddenly he pulls out......

He watches as Kitten bends over and presents her ass to him. Circumstances beyond his control force him to remove one hand from the bar, which he uses to rub her ass, pleased with what is before him. He fingers her overripe cunt, dripping its sweet nectar and uses this lubed finger in her little asshole and she yelps with delicious shock. He laughs at her response and returns his hand to the bar.

“Veronica, serve your sister, lick her ass before I fuck her! Do it like you’d like it done, because you will get it done, and soon.”

Veronica looks at Kitten’s clean, perfect little asshole, and surprises herself, she has no reservations, and begins to lovingly adore her friends tender posterior.

He swings easily on the bar, the height no problem for him, he uses his legs as props to encourage the girls desire. He lifts his foot to Veronicas ass, as she squats to perform on Kitten, and uses his toes to feel her ass, his big toe into her ass, then crooking down, into her dripping pussy.

“Alright, switch, Veronica, you bend down in front of Kitten, and Kitten, goddamnit, I’m not moving my hands again! You back onto my cock and I’m going to pound the shit outta you! You can use your hands on Veronica if you like, but eat her you must.”

He presents his cock, erect, throbbing, and Kittens moves back onto it, pushing her ass against his swollen head. He moved back, slightly, so that she had to force back further, so that she had to pull Veronica closer with her in order to keep contact.

Further back she pushed, and further back he moved, until, finally, he was far enough to satisfy his urge to ram her ass. He allowed her to work her sphincter around his cockhead, but denied her more of his swollen tool. Harder she pushed, all the while pulling Veronica’s ass to her face, using each other in support and in pleasure. Her asshole stretched around the head of the cock, and shallowly he fucker her tight hole, almost pulling out before inserting the head again, and swinging on the bar, his cock a leash to her ass and her face a link to Veronica’s sweet pussy.

Kitten knew his game, she was ready, she craved what he was going to do, she wanted it so badly, when would he give it to her, why did he torment her so?

Suddenly he pulls out ... leaving her gaping ass, open and empty, only to thrust back in, steadily, determined, inch upon inch upon inch until his full cock was buried in her ass, filling her, his hard cock hot, hot iron, deep in her bowels, his balls bounce from clit as she digs her nails into Veronica’s back in wanton desire. Giant animal sounds escape him, and her, the animal sound of submissive whimpering, the joy of surrender, and the murmuring of Veronica, lost in passion’s throes.

Slowly out, in, out, in, out, harder, faster, he uses the bar for leverage and thrusts his mightiest thrusts, using his upper legs to smack against the back of Kitten’s thighs, each stroke into her ass brought double smacks, tenderly punishing this darling girl, her skin so tender, her silken ass marvelously tight, grasping, pulling his cock.

He realized that he had been very wrong. His balls tightened, and incredibly, his cock seemed to grow even harder, larger. His legs became jerky, his toes roll and contort almost to cramping, the temperature of his thighs drops as goosebumps cover his legs, his chest, his shoulders, and he cums. Huge spurts, again and again, his body jerking his head back, in ecstasy, deep growls with each thrusting spurt. He left his swollen cock fully in her ass as he rocked his hips, keeping his cock buried deep, enjoying the tight muscles around his cock as it lost it desperate hardness. His growls became more as purrs as she used her ass to massage his cock, tightening, not wanting to let him leave, wishing her could stay there forever.

He had surprised himself. He had not thought he would cum so easily, he had told them he would fuck each of their holes. He was not done.

“Girls, both of you, here, clean my cock!” Still he continued to hold the bar.

 

[shysexkitten]

veronica and kitten both lick each side of his cock clean making sure to get it good and hard again.

 

[Howling_Ire]

Vernoica tried to hide her revulsion at haveing to lick his cock after he had just... oh my.. but she found herself compu8sed to do it, looking out of the corner of her eye at her sister who was devouring him with a frenzy..she found herself balanceing body on her knee, rubbing her thighs together passonatly..thier was a part of her that was jealious taht Kitty had gotten all of his attention... she found herself desireing to know what it was like to feel his hard cock inside of her... she was haveing lurid dreams in her mind of him grabbing her, shoveing her face down in the matress, and fucking her till she couldn't move anymore...

she wanted to claw away at kitty to, lap at her sweet love juices, burry all of her pleasure and fustration into pleaseing her sister for his approval..perhaps while the man took her...

she thought about how shocking her behavoir tonight would be to so many people she knew, and part of that turned her on more.. she was a despicable slut of a woman fo this man..and who would have guessed it? certinatly not her if you had asked her earlier today.

she pivoted a little to lick a dolp of kitty and his love from his thigh, and enjoyed the cool air moveing over her wet slit and thights..

what wonders lie in store for her now? could she impress him and make him fuck her like he had kitty? she wondered to herself, and she nibbled at his skin a little more.

 

[da grunt]

hangin'

by Howling_Ire ... what wonders lie in store for her now? could she impress him and make him fuck her like he had kitty? she wondered to herself, and she nibbled at his skin a little more.

He hung, his eyes closed, in rapture, fully fucked, satisfied. His cock bulged, not with hardness, but with bulge, like an overstuffed sausage. The girls were also enraptured, Kitten enjoying, as usual, the result of climax, Veronica, unsure. Dealing with this new experience, watching the lead of Kitten, wanting more, needing more. He watched, as he hung. By god, he realized he wasn't that much of a liar. If he could continue to hang there until he fucked each girl in each hole he could justify his lie. Veronica was so wanton and in need. How could he revive his desire. He thought of Master Vassago, and methods more harsh, knowing of his own personal turmoil, knowing what these girls needing, knowing still his personal turmoil, debating as he watched these precious angels worship his cock. God, I love seeing my cock like that, its so fucking sensitive and those girlls lips are so damn lushish, oh - look how they kiss at the end of my cock. Oh - fuck - arrgrgrhhh "More," he roars in the relative silence of the room. "Kitten, I'd call you a bitch, but you're a lioness. You did excellent making me into the fuckin' liar that I am. As a reward you will use the flogger on Veronica until I am ready to fuck her. I ain't movin' my hands, either! Now go girl, and get the flogger."

Veronica, still on her knees, looked in trepidation, cock still hanging by her lips.

"Suck while you can, baby, more!"

 

[Howling_Ire]

Re: hangin'

"Suck while you can, baby, more!"

She oblidged him, takeing as much of his semi-erect cock into her mouth, feeling it almost graze the back of her throat, her face a calidascope of emotions for him as she tried hard not to gag, yet loved every second of haveing his cock in her mouth..all to her own.

licking him was even over comeing the nerviousness of being flogged again..this time by such a lovely woman, with her little perty breasts, and soft hands. she didn't know how s he was going to stay consious if she had any more pain/pleasure.. her mind was already buzzing insanely with stimulation. her holes gasping for attention, her mouth trying to hard to take what she needs from him.... at the same time knowing the over stimulation of the whole thing was almost makeing her mad. she felt in touch with her lower self, the animal caged inside of every huamn..the creature that acts and moves the vessle to streach and gasp..this vessle knew one thing though, it knew it needed every lash the crop, every ounce of his cock, and his very words to keep on going at this point.. he was becomeing like a drug to her, and she his sick intense addict, crawing before him for more.. tearing open her insides if only to please him.

 

[da grunt]

enjoyin'

by Howling_Ire ... if only to please him.

He watched as Veronica adored his cock, wanting more, needing more. She had accepted the concept of a flogging without whining, without question, but the look in her eyes uncertain, yet yearning, knowing no harm will come to her yet scared of the emotions boiling to the surface. Her emotions, so easily readable. Her hunger at his cock verged on gluttony, licking, chewing, wanting to swallow his flacid yet swollen cock.

Sounds escaped his chest and throat, none emitted from his mouth, sounds of a danerously big cat, rumbling, the purr of a dangerous cat, but happy cat.

She gulps at his cock and it conforms to the contour of her throat and she takes it all the way to the root. The growls in his throat increase and the sensitivity of his penis is incredible, and incredibly, his cock grows with her attention, and the bulge fills again with firmness.

Kitten returns with the flogger, only to find him already to fuck again, groaning and gyrating his hips, fucking lovely Veronica's greedy mouth.

Kitten, disappointingly, wonders if plans have changed ...

 

[shysexkitten]

kitten is disappointed in what she sees. she is suppost to be the lead and veronica the follow but now it seems veronica is getting the attention. Veronica gets off the floor and bends over to present her ass to him and once again he is pleased at what he sees....kitten watches his next move and wonders...Will he tell kitten to use the flogger on her or fuck her in the ass or something else all is uncertain...

 

[da grunt]

uncertainty

by shysexkitten all is uncertain...

He held the bar, thrusting and gyrating as he fucked her luxurious, greedy mouth, enjoying its lusciousness. Veronica, lost in her oral servitude, unaware that Kitten stands behind her, watching with mixed emotions, feelings eschew, envious of the attention being received by Veronica, slightly jealous of that, jealous of him, and, jealous of Veronica. He was her lover. She was one of her oldest friends, and now her sister, her sister in lust.

He was very aware of Kitten and read her emotions; he saw the doubt, the unknown, and the jealousy, and especially the wanton desire. Kitten indeed wanted more, she needed more. She would get more.

Kitten’s jealousy was over feelings, she wanted to feel, to be felt, to share the passion that they now experienced, but all she could do was watch, knuckles white as they gripped the flogger, eyes wild, sweat beading on her forehead, chewing her lip, needing to feel.

He continued to fuck sweet Veronica’s mouth, now enjoying swollen hardness, easily sliding past her throat, which he felt distinctly as she swallowed and hungrily massaging his cock with her throat. Her swallowing action while his cock was buried to the root provided sensationally incredible feeling, as he knew that if continued he would cum again. He would cum again, and again, and mayhap even again, but not yet.

“Enough,” he commanded, “are you ready to be flogged, Veronica?”

Demurely answering him, still on her knees, her eyes slightly averted, she says, timidly, “yes, yes Sir, please.”

“Good, stand now and turn around. Up against the wall. Palms down. Spread your legs. More. More.” He continues his commands.

“Kitten, you know how I do this. Not too hard, not too soft. One strike every 3 seconds until I tell you to stop. If you damage Veronica you will be very sorry, because I will have her damage you. Each strike is to be the same strength, but onto a different place. Start with her shoulders, left to right, outside to inside and work your way down to her calves. If I lose my hardon while you two are playing, I’ll take over the punishment! On both of you.” He growls in his low growl.

“What are you waiting for, Kitten? Begin, NOW!” the word ‘now’ more of a snarl. Veronica’s terror grows in anticipation, she is to be beat, beat for the first time, not by her father, but by another girl, with a man directing her. She wanted to feel shame, but shame was not felt. Shame was buried under the despair of passionate desire. Her single word echoed his, but gently, timidly, “now, please, now.”

Kitten knows exactly what he expects. The automaton; a machine, delivering blows in a predetermined pattern, delivered with mechanical precision, without thought, without regret, without questioning, automatic, constant, covering every inch of skin with the tantalizing streaks of chaotic lash marks.

Zzzsplat, Kitten brings the flogger across Veronicas left shoulder, zzzsplat, right shoulder, again to the shoulders, untouched skin, zzzsplat, again to the shoulders, zzzsplat, and again. Veronica moans deliciously with each strike of the heavy flogger, yet the floggers light lashes inflict not pain, but affirmation of her desire. She cringes with each stroke, yet returns her back to expect more. Her shoulders not redden with a kaleidoscope design, each lash unique, each struck nerve screaming, screaming for more. Like trying to scratch an itch that won’t go away, she wants more, and her moans become moans of passion, not pain.

Zzzsplat, Kitten brings the flogger across Veronicas left ribcage, zzzsplat, right ribcage, again to the ribs, more untouched skin, zzzsplat, again to the ribss, zzzsplat, and again. Veronica escasty almost intolerable, she still moans for more. The chaotic welts adorn her from shoulders to ribs and now Kittens directs her attention to her waist, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, to her ass, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, to her thighs, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, , to the back of her knees, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, her calves, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, deliciously with each strike of the heavy flogger, yet the floggers light lashes inflict not pain, but affirmation of her desire. She cringes with each stroke, yet returns her back to expect more. Her shoulders not redden with a klaidescope design, each lash unique, each struck nerve screaming, screaming for more. Like trying to scratch an itch that won’t go away, she wants more, and her moans become moans of passion, not pain.

Less than 2 minutes have passed, yet Kittens breath already labors.

“Now, work your way back up, inside to outside.” He again commands. His erection proof of his excitement, his cock rigid and jerking, uncontrollable, with a mind of its own.

Zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, and Kitten has returned to the shoulders. Veronica’s whole backside flaming crimson, patterns adorned, her moans pathetic whimpers of delight. Veronica wonders if she has been cumming continually the whole while, her cunt feels like and overripe peach, bitten into and dripping sweet juices.

“Stand straight. Turn around and face us. Assume the standing position. Shoulders further back. Kitten begin on her tits, left to right, outside to inside and work your way all the way to her feet.”

Zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, the outside of Veronica’s breast explode in a glorious eruption of chaotic welts, the tender precious skin assaulted. Veronica’s eyes wide in shock and surprise, the sensitive skin tasting leather for the first time, and she tries to turn to avoid the strikes to her nipples, but to no avail, the assault continues.

Zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, Kittens enflames Veronica’s cut stomach. The animal noises now emit from Veronica, no longer pathetic moans of passions but the sounds of animal lust.

zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, Veronica’s hips and thighs whipped, mercilessly.

zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, Kitten avalanche of blows continue to Veronica’s feet.

“Spread you legs, Veronica. More. More. Now Kitten, work the insides of her thighs!”

zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, the tender thigh skin erupts.

“Now, her pussy, ten blows, now!”

zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, and Veronica is almost fainting. Never before has she been in this mental place where she now resides. A place like a paradise she never imagined. Or had she, she wondered. Could this have been a secret desire, un-admitted, even to her own self.

He was ready now, he wanted to fuck Veronica so very much. His arms, not tired, but his mind was ready to move on. The bar had served its purpose. The bar was held by them and by him, each done in full consent, each given fully and freely. Free will, the greatest gift. This gift they gave to me, freely, such a precious gift.

He releases the bar and grabs Veronica’s scruff, and roughly brings her face to his, giving her his most passionate kiss, using his tongue to probe, his teeth to drag and his lips to chew. Her taste, delicious, her mouth wanton, returning his passion.

Still using her hair, he pulls her further back, further still, until her balance is lost and he cushions her to the floor and spreads her legs, and kissing the welts on the inside of her thighs, works toward her pussy and tastes, licking, probing, enjoying her wetness, the tender membranes even making rough ridgelines, hard in desire. He feels her hands at his head, encouraging, pushing his face harder into her cunt. He knows that he’s not given her permission, but he enjoys her lust. Her fingers curl, and her muscles jerk and she roughly grabs his ears as she again cums. His ears make good handles, and he uses his tongue to capture every drop of her lavender honey.

"Now that I’ve had my dinner on the floor I want to fuck on the table. Go lie on the dining table, on your back, your ass at edge”

 

[Master_Vassago]

"Let the games begin!" then whispered "Sir!"

"Indeed whore!"

I pushed her off and rolled her onto her back. This girl needed to learn just who was boss now. It was time to mix pleasure with pain. Grabbing each wrist I restrained her to the bed from the leather cuffs on each bed post and each ankle on the bottom footboard of the bed.

Now it was time to introduce the pain. I reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the clamplike tongs and the piercing needles and finally the hoops. Her eyes went wide with fear but she needn't worry, at least not yet.

I slid over her body mounting her chest and reached down removing the clamps on her nipples and rubbing each keeping them rock hard. As I gripped the first one with the tonglike clamp I sprayed her nipples with iodine and then moved ahead sliding the eye of the needle through the end of the forceps and pierced one side of her nipple.

"Holy fuck!" she screamed in agony.

I smiled as I threaded the needle the rest of the way through and then looped the hoop through the nipple and pulled out the needle. Now as I watched she looked down in amazement. The pain was intense as I well knew, the worst part when she felt the muscle beneath nipple tear just a bit as the needle slid through her erect tip.

I backed away and without warning slammed my cock into her dripping wet pussy as I tugged the one nipple ring adorning her body for the moment.

"Please no sir," she begged, "it hurts."

"Shut up slut, you'll learn quickly not to talk unless given permission."

Without warning once again I pulled out and lifted her hips as she was pulled up her tiny asshole became easy to access. I pushed forward, my cock slick with our cum, and buried my shaft inside her asshole.

She watched as I started to squeeze her other nipple, I could see the fear again as she closed her eyes in pleasure and pain while I rammed deep inside her tiny backdoor.

 

[thegirl]

"Indeed whore!"

She watched as I started to squeeze her other nipple, I could see the fear again as she closed her eyes in pleasure and pain while I rammed deep inside her tiny backdoor.

i sat in shock! Not again! Please, no, as He tossed me on my back and secured my hands and feet! As He looked at me, i knew! i was in trouble, again! At least it was not hieghts, but what was that...

Needles! My body shuddered, my hands shook, and i was helpless. Ok, your mouth got you into this, now get yourself out! All i could muster was,

"Holy fuck!"

The pain was unbearable, the pleasure became exhilerating and my mind began its internal fight! i wanted to scream, i wanted more, i wanted it all! Oh, my what a situation. To want more when i wanted to scream! His body was to close, my own bgan to react as He began to fuck me again. As the orgasms started and my mind went numb, Numb from pain, excitment, desire, i heard myself say,

"Please no Sir, it hurts"

i felt Him inside me, twisting, turning, my breast was raw, on fire. He was there bringing me up again, to new heights, and i was excited by all of it. Then i saw Him ready Himself for the second breast, and i closed my eyes and relaxed. The pleasure, the pain, the contraditions! My body began to move with His as my orgasms increased, and i relished every moment, every pain filled moment, this Master had put me though.

i opened my eyes, looking into His tender, fun filled eyes, and said nothing. Just smiled teasingly, and flipped my head back and forth, like a playful cat.

"So we are quite, now, slut, have we learned to wait till given permission?"

"No, Sir, i think not, just watching You, and thinking, but most likely have not learned THAT lesson yet, Sir, for i have never been one to not speak!"

 

[shysexkitten]

mixed emotions

he looks at me with a sly grin on his face but also expresses that he was happy i was honest but also acknowledges that with honesty in this matter comes more pain and punishment til i learn the lesson. in my head i cant imagin anything greater than what i have gone through but in his eyes i see that he can think of many things. in one way i want out and to run away but in another way i cant wait to see what he does to me and how far he pushes me

 

[Howling_Ire]

Re: uncertainty

"Now that I’ve had my dinner on the floor I want to fuck on the table. Go lie on the dining table, on your back, your ass at edge”

she moves slowly towards the table, in silky deliberate steps, her thighs and pussy so wet the graceful glideing of her thighs moveing isn't entirely accidental..

she moves up on her tip toes as the cold edge of his hard wood table, it hitting her at her waste, she pulls up one knee and cacthces her balance, the soars on it screaming, sending shockwaves through her body, spreading to her clit, which burns with desire, spreads to her wet hole, needing to be filled so bad... she scampers a little bit and slides her other knee onto it, the feeling ot pain raceing through her whole body, she feels woosy for a minute, her forhead and cheek presss against the table for a second, as she wreals from desire, on the border of exhaustion, and something so new and wild..she then catches her breath and moves back a little bit, makeing her ass stick off the end of the table, spreading her knees..the cold air slideing across her hot wetness giving her burning flesh a nice cooling feeling

she feels the moisture moveing down... she knows he can see everything, see her pussy, see her ass, in all of it's curves and contours..then he moves in ont her, at first rubbing his hard cock across her wetness, catching her cilt, makeing her moan and move back against him instincualy. a harsh "NO!" and a slap to her ass assures here that instict is not what is servered her, it is HIS WILL, and HIS DESIRE< her own is secondary..she is a tool witch which he will gain release, witch which he will unite with her... and she wanted it so bad, deep felt moans comeing from her throat, if he was a growling tiger then she was definaly his puring tigress...

Then he slams into her, makeing her lundge forward slightly, she almost faints from joy as she feels his saft fill her wanton cunt. She gasps as he pulls back out almost all the way, then drives back into her, and begins a steady rythem, beating her face into the table, the force almost causeing her to drool.

she arches her back up, tensing and untensiner her musles with his undelations, milking him like she knows he wants. He reaches down and finds her dark thick hair, slideing his fingers to the crowl of her head he then jerks her head back, causeing her back to arch, and her breasts lift into the air, she pushes up with her arms, trying to be beautiful, her eyes glassy, her only though was the pleasure this new position provides, his cock now slamming against that warm wet lineing, catching a spot few men had found before, causeing her to spasm and shake, vibrateing his cock as she cums loudly, almost screaming out in pleasure, her nails scrapeing at the wood ont he table

she finds herself clentching and grasping at him with her womanhood, knowing this is what she needed more then anything, his pleasure, beating her into servature, filling her up to the last drop as she hoped his cock soon wood, he leans forward, pulling her hair harder, and bites her shoulder, shen then moans loudly and cavorts under him, another orgasim slaming her body down. she then concentrats on herself, trying to close herself as tight around him as she can, wanting to match is rythem, and doing all of these things with a livid grace only a woman set on fire with passion can....she bites her lilp, her head swimming

she then feels his body move harder into her, his breath harder..the low groans in his throat sending tingles up her spine like an electric current, he then leans over her and bites her shoulder again, and fills her with his cum, plowing into her as deep as possible, then pausing still inside her, both of them catchin thier breath, both of them amazed at the heat of the moment.

 

[da grunt]

table manners

by Howling_Ire ... the heat of the moment.

Incredibly, his animal passion continued to grow, encouraged by her own lustful purring, and he, an artist, an instrument performing only for these precious girls, to help them register something within them, something which already exists within them, and giving them back his lust, his world, for as an artist he is compelled to give back what he has been given, the joy and ecstasy.

His thrusts continue, his hands explore, his every touch searching, probing. His fingers twist her nipples as he watches her eyes. There is no fear, nor panic in her face now, she does not fear, she understands her lust and understands the sense of violation, of sacrilege. Only what is dead is sacred; what is different is dangerous, subversive, seductive. She realizes that her fear is own freedom’s worst foe.

His growls become more urgent and his thrusts pound her ass, his hip points slamming her buttocks, spanking them each plunge while his hands continue dig deeply toward her breasts, and squeezing, forefingers and thumbs, squeezing and twisting her nipples. “Unnngg, unnnggg, unnnggg,” his trusts harder, deeper, his cock amazingly seems to even grow more “unnghh, nnghhh, nnghhh Nnngghhh, Nnngghaw, NNNGGHAW =, NNNGGHH, NNGGHHH, NNNNNNGGGAAHHHHAAAW – FUCK! FUCKING GODDAMN JESUS HATCH FUCKIN CHRIST” , and he came, huge spurts, deep in her cunt, hot cum filling her cunt, making it sloppy with wet, a fruit exploded with ripeness, dripping. Still he fucked, without urgency, enjoying the feeling of her raw and stretched pussy on his ultra-sensitive cock.

He continued to thrust, gently, and ultimately leaving it buried deep into Veronica. His fingers move to her head and massage her scalp, her skull. He takes her face in his hand and grips tightly, and looking deeply into her eyes says, “You know you made a liar of me again, don’t you? This is an important part of life, that you learn how to play. In playing you make life a game, rather than a struggle for goals, don’t you know.”

His cock finally begins to wane, and he withdraws from Veronica and addresses Kitten, “come here, clean my cock,” and Kitten on her knees begins licking, sucking and adoring his cock. “Kitten, Veronica made a liar of me. She gets a reward. Tit for tat, that’s only fair. She will punish you as she desires. All the implements of the cyber chateau are at her disposal, however only in this room, while I sit on my throne and enjoy a glass of wine.”

Kitten finishes her servitude and he tells her, “Now, eat Veronica clean.”

Veronica, you’re next, please …

 

[Howling_Ire]

Re: table manners

Kitten finishes her servitude and he tells her, “Now, eat Veronica clean.”

Veronica, you’re next, please …

"as i desire..punishment....hmm..ok," Vernoica mutters in her heard, slowly, considering..thinking, pulling at her thoughts. she looks at Kitty's body for a second, see's the welts that dance across her body, and realises she must look slimilar. She see's Kitten blush a little bit at the heat of her gaze...Vernoica looks over at thie crop on the table, then at the Man sitting in the chair. she feels a little fear in her stomach at the sight of the crop, she's scared she would hurt Kitty with it, scared she would maybe cut into her flesh to hard, or to soft and upset the Man..

She runs her fingers over the leather wraped shaft, and thinks to herself, thinks hard...wanting to please him... then she remembers what it is that Kitty hates more then anything, she remembers what it is that Kitty can't stand, yet loves at the same time, the think she had discovered long ago in college, and had tormented her with a million times.

Kitten pears up at her new Sister, slightly excited by the prospect of now being punished by her.. waves of heat fall over her body, burning, almost feeling like it's falling into the center of her body. Then she looks at Vernoica and see's a famaliar playfull look she haddn't seen in years...and realised, she was probably in for that one thing Vernoica always did that just drove her nuts.

Vernoica moves over Kitty's body, her hair brushing against her stomach, her hands guiding her way, occasionaly her fingers brushing across those welts...makeing Kitty's tummy feel a little nervious and fluttery. Vernoica then looked her in the face, thier hot breath running across eachother's faces, Vernoica watching Kitty's expression as her hands ran back down Kitty's body. Kitty unable to avoid a moan as she felt her heat growing, both of them enjoying the wetness of the Man's seminal fluid and thier own juices running down thier legs.

Then Vernoica leaned in, thier noses almost touching, and she muttered to Kitty "remeber that night we'd had a little to much vodka, and you told me about that spot, you know...that terrible terrible spot..your brother Frank used to use against you...and i couldn't help myself....Where was that spot Kitten my dear? where was it exactly?"

Kitty replied with an edge of fear in her voice "oh no you wouldn't..oh no"

Vernoica smiled evily "oh yes kitty...Oh yes...but i'm sure your lover already knows about it, i mean it's just right here"

then Vernoica's hands dived down to the little space between Kitty's thighs and pussy, her fingers moveing quickly, Kitten erupting into fits of laughter, her smile masking a displeased look. She made Kitten almost convluse with giggles, writehing and trying to escape Vernoica's fingers, yet knowing this was the punishment her master had truely asked for. a maddening fit of laughter as her body responded to the stimulation of her most maddening tickle spot... Kitten gasped for hair between tickles, as Veronica removed one hand and started to attack her side with the same whispy finger motions that were driving her so crazy down below.

Vernoica laughed herself, feeling dissy with enjoyment..wondering if the man was enjoying her makeing Kitty squirm so much..for a moment it felt like they were younger and back in college.

 

[da grunt]

wine and relaxation

by Howling_Ire ... for a moment it felt like they were younger and back in college.

He watched in delight as these girls played and laughed and laughed with them, enjoying the vicarious thrill of these girls, raw in their innocence. He sipped his glass of wine and thought of Bilitis. So innocent, so trusting of him, so needful in their own desires. Desperately he wanted to join Veronica in her tickling of Kitten, but he didn’t know how. How long had it been since he had laughed such, with easy joy? Why did he relegate himself to the vicariousness only? He knew, were he to attempt to join the tickling of Kitten’s thigh his fingers would only once again find her pussy. Her pussy, which Veronica now taunted, in such sweet, sweet innocence. Innocence. His laughs stopped, and his smile dimmed. While Veronica kept up with the tickling, and both girls still laughing and wrestling, his continence turned grim. His brow furrowed and eyes narrowed. His continence was palpable. The girls sensed it, but continued their play, albeit forced, without the natural spontaneity they had. Their glance went toward him and they sensed he was far, far away. They gradually stopped their play and watched him, he, seemingly unaware. The girls watched as his eyes welled with tears and his chin and lower lip buckled in dimples. Suddenly, he shakes his head and brings both hands to his face, wiping it wet. Innocence, that’s the name missing from the wall.

“Having fun, are we? Veronica, you are altogether to gentle! You should have tied Kitten, blindfolded her, and used mysterious things to tickle her, but I enjoyed. Girls, you each deserve a jelly glass of wine. Fetch it, and refill my glass, then come cuddle with me for a little while. Don’t think I’m done with you yet, though. I’ve got some more fucking to do to keep my credibility.” The girls do as they are told and return to each take to his side and snuggle in with him.

“Girls, here is something I remember from my college daze, probably going to mess it up bad, but this is what I want you to feel.

’At night when I think of you with a boy I get hysterical. O girl, where now is that warm cunt of your, those soft, tender thighs. There is a bone in my prick eight inches long. I will ream out every wrinkle in your cunt, girl, big with seed. I will send you home to your boy with an ache in your belly and your womb turned inside out. Your boy! Yes, he knows how to build a fire, but I know how to inflame a cunt. I shoot hot bolts into you, girl, I make your ovaries incandescent. Your boy is a little jealous now? He feels something, does he? He feels the remnants of my big prick. I have set the shores a little wider, I have ironed out the wrinkles. After me you can take on stallions, bulls, rams, drakes, St. Bernards. You can stuff toads, bats, lizards up your rectum. You can shit arpeggios if you like, or a sting of zither across you navel. I am fucking you, girl, so that you'll stay fucked. And if you are afraid of being fucked publicly I will fuck you privately. I will tear off a few hairs from your cunt and past them on the boy's chin. I will bite into you clitoris and spit out two franc pieces …’,"

"now, you’ve had little diddle, cuddle with me, hold me while I think of my next game. You’re not tired are you?”

 

[shysexkitten]

some insider thought from kitten

"are you tired?" he said i just wanted to scream at him and be like well what the hell do you think im exhauster but i remained calm and layed with him. I dont know what he could think of next this is definetly taking me out of my norm. Oh no! as he speaks and tells us what is going to be the next game.......

 

[Howling_Ire]

Vernoica couldn't speek for Kitty, but she herself was starting to feel the weight of the evening on her body. Her welts ached, her other body parts soar, quite used. She had already been a little exhaused from the events of her day, and had been rideing on an aderenlyn for the past few hours...but now? she was either going to need a surge of some more or a nap...

She walks over to the Man, and bows like a little Japanese Girl and hands him his glass of wine, remembering not to look him in the face, something that didn't come to natrualy to her. She then sipped a few sips of her own wine, admireing the way it refleced off the psudo-crystal cut pattern in the base of it. She ran her fingers across it, and thought

"Poured, a molded glass, ment to look as if it is something, it is infact not. "

She realised she had felt this way a good bit of her life, trying to find ways to make who and what she was work. She'd tried to convice herself she was cut crystal, when she was a poured jelly jar, or maybe it was the other way around. one would hope it was the other way around. She realised now things were makeing more sence to her, makeing perfectly, lovely, sense. She felt a tingle and looked over the man's body as she slid down at his feet, and sat on the other side from kitten, the left. She leaned her face against his knee, and felt him muss her hair, wiggleing his fingers against the skin, his face deep inhis own contemplation. she thought "could it really be my will to serve him?" then a few images, drunkenly creeping into her mind, affermed her suspistions.

She moved up his leg, nussleing at his skin, giving him kisses, feeling the fuzz from his legs against her lips and giggleing a little. She worked her way up his lap, kisses, licks, little bits of skin sucked in, teased, then pushed back out. She suddenly had an urge to speek to him, to show him what she could do with her tongue. The world around her melted, as she found his flacid penis, as she lifted it to her lips, as she teased it in the same circular mannar as she had with his other skin, then sucked it into her mouth greedly. The flabby skin, trickleing into the orafice. SHe closed her eyes, as the smell of hiim faded into her nostrels, the smell of love makeing and lust.

She worked her tongue over it, and was pleased to find it soon responded, to find it growing inside of her greedy mouth, then catching the back of her throat...her mind raced and told her to relax, not to panic, and she found a method of breathing that agreed with the motions she was makeing, runnign her tongue up and down, sucking the best she can....finding the veigns starting to protrude, and that sweeet little spot just under the head. Makeing the tip of her tongue trace circles around it, then wash over the entire head with the underside of her tongue, running it across her cheeks, then back into her throat. She was amazed at how much of it she was takeing in, and how much of it thier was to take in. She felt the need to feel his warm cum trickle down the back of her throat, but for now she was happy just to suck him, to let him feel the little moans that escaped her trickle down into his body...

Her free hand moveing down to his balls, and gently kneeding them between her fingers, her thumb occasionaly brushing them, marveling at how soft they were with out the hair covering them. she herd a slight escilation in his breathing, knowing that he liked it, made her wish she could bring him this pleasure forever. made her wish she could be super woman, and then some. gone from her mind for the moment was all the worries of the owrld, or anyone else but this man, and her little self.

 

[shysexkitten]

hey anyone got any ideas on how to continue this im stuck

 

[da grunt]

next step

hey anyone got any ideas on how to continue this im stuck

Hello shy. thegirl and howling_ire and I have been talking. It appears that MV has lost interest. thegirl is eager to continue, but I don't want our storyline to get out of sync with the other story line. What I think is going to happen is that thegirl escapes her bonds, and finds the party on the upper floor. You should enable your pm capability in order to interface with folks. Its a lot of fun, and perfectly secure with your identity protected. Enable your pm and send me a pm, por favor.

MV, don't mean to exclude you, and thanks for participating so far. You've done great. You're still in if you want.

 

[thegirl]

TheGirl moves on:

Master_Vassago heard his wolf-dog snarling at the door. As he opened the door, the dog raced for the entrance to the house, scratching. Master_Vassago followed him outside, deciding to give the grounds a good once-over before retiring.

TheGirl, alone, hears something outside her door just moments after Master_Vassago allows his wolf to go outside. Her heart begins to pound, hands go icy cold and she shivers. A small moan escapes as her fear rises. The movement of the shudder alerts thegirl that someone is in the room with her. A shadow moves to the side of the bed, opens the drawer to the night stand and retrieves the keys to her cuffs, and dangles them in front of her. leaning over, a voice whispers in her ear, "Give me what I want now, and I will release you." TheGirl, frightened, tired, and hungry, nods her head, and agrees.

The stranger then releases the hoop attached to her breast, and massages the feeling back in her nipple. The touch was so gentle, like the feel of a breeze rolling through the trees, she visibly began to relax. Her breathing evened out and her heartbeat went down. The stranger then looked her over, and smiled, a grim resigned smile, one that told her this could have been a planned encounter. 'Those eyes, where had she seen them before?' she wondered as the guest let his hands trail down her body, causing strong intense shivers to engulf her and an unrestrained moan escaped, as she thought, 'Oh, not again! Not now! This cant happen again!'

The unknown stranger grinned, as if reading her mind, her most intimate thoughts, as those fingers reached her wet, juicy pussy and she was helpless to fight the intruder off. One finger, then two, then three slipped inside, while she moaned. The magic fingers did their job as she came and came. After she was finished the voice whispered,"If I release you now, will you stay with me? Be mine? I will give you the choice, my dear. Stay with me or leave. Just remember the choice was yours!"

TheGirl could only say, "If i choose to stay, will we be here?"

The stranger, removing the cuffs restraining her hands and feet, said, "It all depends on the tenants upstairs."

 

[Ms_Kat]

Unsure of how to advise you

Hi shy,

I'm new to the board, but an old hand with dominating men. My basic advice is that you talk with him about it. He will give you as much control as he is comfortable with. You can push him, but you risk having a re-bound effect where he gets scared and won't submit at all. If you have an idea of the details you want to explore, it is helpful. Other than that, go slowly. It's difficult for many men to admit openly that they enjoy, and even need, a woman to dominate them. When, where, and how you talk to him has a lot to do with the type of person he is and the type of person you are. I found my husband to be most receptive and open to exploring his desires while we were actually making love. I'm sure this isn't necessarily true for every man, though.

If you want to talk in more detail, feel free to email me.

 

[thegirl]

Re: TheGirl moves on:

The stranger, removing the cuffs restraining her hands and feet, said, "It all depends on the tenants upstairs."

Unlatching the door from the room, the two walk out into the hall just as the front door slides open. A pitch black figure appears. Suddendly, thegirl felt a gust of wind hit her naked body and found herself alone, facing someone she had never seen before. At that moment, just as her new friend dissappeared into the castle walls, she was faced with another unknown danger.

She took off light a shot, rounding the corner and up the stairs. 'Maybe they will save me! what am i to do?' thought thegirl as she ran into the first room upstairs, in search of clothes and protection. As she entered the room, the three tenants turned in suprise.

 

[da grunt]

the three see thegirl

... As she entered the room, the three tenants turned in suprise.

"Girl! What are you doing here? Naked and bleeding nipple? Last I saw you, you were at the window, peeking. If you'd knocked on the door you might have gotten lucky, but you were a peekin' tomette and got caught? Knee! Now, goddamn it and it better be the best fuckin kneeling you ever done or you will be beat!" He disengages himself from Kitten and Veronica and goes towering above thegirl, hugely, as if in attack. Thegirl is terrified at this beast, his previous look of joy and contentment replaced by the look of a mad demon. She immediately drops to her knees, in submission with her head bowed. Grunt continues to stand over her, then going to and retrieving the crop, he returns to critic her position. "Knees wider," and he uses the crop to emphatize, your asscheeks on your ankles, arms behind you, holding your forearms," touching and pushing and poking with the crop. She looks up at him, into his eyes, imploring mercy, zzzzzzzpt, the crop cracks across her breast as he says, "you have no permission to look at me! Continue to kneel until whomever you're running from returns!"

He turns to the girls on the couch and makes a funny face and shrugs his shoulders, "Well, darlings, this is getting interesting, eh? I wonder who will be along to claim her?"