The Stockroom of After Hours (Invite or Ask)

[chronicle_tenko]

"No lovely. I wanted you here."

Eyes follow her, listening to the click of her heels on the floor. That sensual sinuous tap tap tap. He'll rub her feet to make up for it. His eyes lower, and watch her curves wiggle back and forth. He'll massage that too, he would be remiss if he did not. Eventually after the darkness hides his small blush, at her compliment, they arrive in the single, simple room. A bed, a desk, a carpet and chair. Assorted hooks line the wall.

"So, now that you have me here...what happens now...?"

Her question brings his eyes to hers. Watching the nervous gestures, her fidgeting hands the whisper of her words. Does she not know how beautiful she is. How intimidating it is to have your fantasy before you? No, of course she does not. How would she? Her fantasy is entirely different.

But that doesn't mean they don't cross.

His hand tilts her chin to bring her eyes to his. Those blue eyes that threaten to drown him. So he closes them softly with a kiss. His mouth finding hers, his fingers taking her coat from her, and gently hanging it. Leaving her in her starched blouse. His hands take hers and place them over his neck, and softly the music begins. A simple sweet melody that he begins to lead her though. Soft simple steps. His hand softly stroking her lower back. Until they reach the open ledge near the back of the room. It's single hook, hidden by the board.

"You are here for a fantasy. A simple one. And I want you to remember the word table. To stop me at anytime. I don't think you will need it. I plan to stay gentle with you."

Hands grasp hers, and thread the cuffs through a simple carabiner, on a line. Attach cold steel to elegant wrists, like bracelets. Lips find hers once more, and a folded silk tie wraps around her eyes. Taking her sight.

"Well for now anyway."

 

[Britwitch]

A kiss. Sweet. Simple. Fingers undo buttons and she shivers slightly as the cool air penetrates her blouse. She pushes closer, pressing her front against his. Their bodies sway in sync, moving easily, almost familiarly.

"You are here for a fantasy. A simple one. And I want you to remember the word table. To stop me at anytime. I don't think you will need it. I plan to stay gentle with you."

There is a muted gasp as cool metal encircles her wrists, trapping them behind her. She doesn't panic, not yet. There is no need. She came here with ideas, suspicions. She pulls, just to test, as she suspects they don't let her get far from the wall.

She kisses him back eagerly before another gasp cuts the kiss short. Smooth silk covers her eyes, plunging her into darkness.

"Well for now anyway."

Cheeks blush, in spite of the chilly air, lips curving into a soft smile.

"I'll remember it."

She replies, breathing already picking up with the anticipation of what might lay ahead.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

The shelf above has so many useful toys, but today he only needs three. A feather, long and thin, a long thick leather belt. The kind that sounds loud when it slaps. And lastly a simple hair brush. For a minute he considers striking her, but that isn't the way. Sensation is the key to it. Not force.

His hand touches her face, his thumb running under her lip, teasing the skin just so, and the rough pad just scratching the smallest strip of her lips. Down, teasing the cleft of her chin, to the right across her jawline, and down her neck. to the collar of that stiff white shirt. He loosens the tie he is wearing, loops it to his hand. Then the belt.

It cracks loud. Like a thunderclap. Then the rough leather brushes her neck. The steel strips rattle and roll, making a clink as it tightens in it's loop. He kisses her again. Lips finding hers to calm her. Drink from her, and stain his mouth. The kiss breaks when his tie loops around her head, and the belt tightens around his fist, the unmistakable sound of leather tightening against skin, but only his tie touches her smooth throat. It's tail between her breasts.

"You're beautiful with that on your neck you know."

Fingers begin to undo that blouse again. Button by button, exposing more and more of her. Purposely scraping the soft skin of her chest with his knuckles, pressing his tie between her breasts. Symbolic perhaps of his tastes. He smiles when the last button falls from his fingers. The shirt won't come off, while she remains cuffed, but for his plans this is enough.

The hairbrush now. Something conflicting. She spent so much time on this it is almost a crime, But still. He spins her. Ratcheting the chain between her wrists and making her for just a single moment need to stand higher, before he lets the cord slip that touch. Then his hands are in her hair, undoing her bun, her work. It is not an indictment, but it is a small clear message. How I want you, you will be.

"Your hair. Is so beautiful brushed out and long. And I can't wrap my fist in a bun."

Then it starts. Holding her hair to avoid pulling, and softly brushing it out. Long strokes, until the bristles scrape through the loose shirt against her back. Then another. Following up her curls inch by inch, and trailing back down, teasing and touching her body. Finally as the brush pulls smooth, he can take his time. Hand wrapping around her neck instead of her hair, tilting her head as he wants it. Giving her gentle touches on her scalp, on her neck. She looks lovely.

The brush smacks her bottom through the skirt. And his hand tangles gently in just brushed hair, tugging softly.

"This however, I can tug all night."

 

[Britwitch]

She hears him moving things, imagination running riot with possibilities. She fidgets slightly, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

Then she feels it. A soft touch, thumb on her mouth, stroking across her lip. Her mouth parts, attempting to kiss the digit but it's already moved on, further down and across her face.

She squeaks as something smacks close by, muscles tense, fingers curl into palms behind her back. She moves her head, trying to establish just where he is, where the sound came from. A whine as the source of the sound presses against her neck. Leather, oddly warm.

Another kiss, it grounds her. Stops the panic. Dead.

Another sensation, cool, smooth, around her neck. There is the creak of leather but no contact, like a reminder of her position, of where she is.

"You're beautiful with that on your neck you know."

"Thank you..."

She replies, voice edged with desperation as she feels the pressure of her blouse lessen, buttons one by one. Chest heaving slightly within the constraints of the bra that contains it.

A spin and the pull on her wrists increases, forcing her up onto her toes to try and keep it comfortable. But another distraction follows quickly. Fingers in her hair, unpinning waving length and releasing it down her back.


"Your hair. Is so beautiful brushed out and long. And I can't wrap my fist in a bun."

She groans, the sound quiet but unmistakable. Body arching slightly as the small teeth brush against her skin through her clothes. The sensation sends thrills down her spine. Her head tilts towards his hand, towards the brush.
Her head moves obediently as his hand uses her neck to guide her.

A spank and a gasp. A tug and a whimper.

"This however, I can tug all night."

"And you can...as much as you want..."

The words are quickly spoken as if desperate to make sure he doesn't change his mind, as if making sure.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

His hands drop the belt, and brush. Only the feather is left. But that is for later. For now hands will do. Hands that hunger for her sweet flesh. Rough things, used to heavy work, and still used for fine manipulation. He clasps them onto her waist, and slowly draws them up. His fingers stiff and scraping along her abdomen her stomach, to her breasts. Teasing his fingers outside her bra, and then across the lace tops. Admiring the feel of her lingerie at the same time as her skin.

He leans, and there his breath falls hot on her neck. His mouth soft when it touches her throat. His lips sucking gentle where her pulse is strong, and nibbling down to her collarbones. He growls and bites softly. His eyes on her flesh as his hands lower the bra, and expose perky pink nipples to his gaze. Fingers teasing them to attention. Rolling, and pulling softly against them.

"So gorgeous."

Hot and erect he grinds into her bottom, his hands suddenly savage as they grope her. Squeeze her breasts.

"You have such beautiful tits."

His teeth mark her. Sharp and sudden, touching her neck. Visible, marring her symmetry. A mark that she can see on herself even without her eyes.

"And such perfect skin."

Hands push down and efficiently remove that skirt he requested. Baring her garters and panties. Those simple frilly trappings that cause his already hardening member to petrify instantly. That make him growl into her ear, and pull her hips to his throbbing unreleased need. She is turned, the cuffs clinking again, as they bring her up further. Her front now at his gaze. Hands squeeze her bottom. Tight. Deep, until his fingerprints must be tattooed in her flesh. He sinks, but only the rustle of his suit gives her that clue, until his lips touch her inner thighs. Then lower. Teeth scraping as they travel to her knees, and a tongue teases her balance by licking softly behind it. Then the other. Kisses and soft bites trade their places as he moves back up her body. His mouth searching for that little slip of heaven between her thighs. Teasing. Nibbling the edges of her panties, finally pulling the lace between her nether lips. Growling softly while his teeth pull up, wedging the soft fabric between those very lips he wants so badly. Finally, he touches his tongue to them. Teasing, testing how wet she is.

"I have a proposition for you Miss Witch."

His lips kiss hers, down below. And his mouth breaths hot and heavy across her sex. She deserves to be ravaged now. To be eaten, and licked, and sucked until her legs won;t support her, and that simple clip is all that keeps her standing.

"I'll let you pick the next activity. Give or receive. It is not something I generally offer."

He smiles even though she cannot see it, and his fingers gently tug the fabric from her pussy. Feeling, and stroking, fabric and flesh. Proud at his findings.

"You can stay like this. On your toes, and be pushed further. But I will stay here as well, and I will torture and lick this sweet little honeypot, until it drips. Until these panties soak through, and you leave puddles on this freshly cleaned floor. Receiving."

A Finger pushes into her, panties pulled to the side. No subtlety, no warning, simple intrusion, and penetration to her hot core. Rocking her body gently, with little thrusts, of a single digit. Exploring, and softly swiping across her walls. Then just as suddenly the finger leaves, and it presses against her lips. Pushing in gently, to let her taste herself.

"Or you can give. I'll let this little rope go, and give you your hands. Let you rest on the floor, even on a pillow. But you'll suck, and sweetly until your hands make you ready for me."

Hands touch breasts that have been sorely neglected, and the tie that lies between them.

"In either case, you'll still be under my control. I'll still use you, and be happy for it. But I'll let you make your choice, before I throw you over that desk."

 

[Britwitch]

There is a muffled clatter as things hit the floor. She doesn't have long to consider the source of the sound as hands return to her body, pulling it against his. Wide palms and strong fingers running over exposed skin, and that still hidden from view. Nipples already stiff from the cool air and his touches so far, harden in a matter of moments as palms rest against her bra.

She feels his mouth against her, her back arches, pushing herself back against him, hips twitch slightly as his teeth almost playfully bite. Her own teeth latch onto her lower lip as she feels her bra being pulled down until the peak of each swell is revealed. The bra supports and pushes the generous mounds of flesh up lewdly, she can feel it. Her back arches further as sensitive nipples are tweaked.

"So gorgeous."

Before she can reply he takes hold, owning her breasts. Squeezing the flesh, weighing it. She can tell his words are more than just compliments, feel his intention against her rear.

"You have such beautiful tits."

The twitch of hips in response to the neck bite is wanton and sharp, pushing her rear firmly against the swell pressing into it. She knows there will be a mark there tomorrow, if there isn't one already. One that will last.

"And such perfect skin."

"Glad you approve..."

She finally manages to reply, hips shifting to help him remove the skirt. The growl that leaves his lips sends ripples of goosebumps over her skin, the puckered skin around her nipples intensifying, making the pink peaks almost throb.

Then she's moved again, turned around, raised higher. She winces at the rough gropes to her behind but she doesn't pull away. Doesn't say that word. Then he's lower, lips and kisses, licks and teases make her whine louder. Reflexes jerking in response to kisses behind knees, kicking up heeled feet, almost threatening to knock her off balance. Higher. Higher. Always higher until they reach their destination. A growl of her own as the fabric of her underwear is wedged almost cruelly between her lips, teasing, taunting needy flesh.

"I have a proposition for you Miss Witch."

A groan, long and low as his mouth makes contact, arms twisting slightly against the cuffs that hold them.

"I'll let you pick the next activity. Give or receive. It is not something I generally offer...You can stay like this. On your toes, and be pushed further. But I will stay here as well, and I will torture and lick this sweet little honeypot, until it drips. Until these panties soak through, and you leave puddles on this freshly cleaned floor. Receiving."

Tight sex is invaded, probed, and the tight canal clutches greedily to the slow, slightly thrusting, finger. Lips part in an 'o' of pleasure and need. Ready to receive that same finger when it pushes within them, letting her taste that musky flavour, that lustful taste.

"Or you can give. I'll let this little rope go, and give you your hands. Let you rest on the floor, even on a pillow. But you'll suck, and sweetly until your hands make you ready for me...In either case, you'll still be under my control. I'll still use you, and be happy for it. But I'll let you make your choice, before I throw you over that desk."

"Please, I choose to give. Let me give to you..."

There is a desperation in that voice, a need to taste, to feel. A need to return a little of what has been bestowed on her....knowing it will be nothing like it, but wanting it all the same. Wanting to feel him in her mouth, filling it, using it. Tongue moistening lips already.

"...before you take, as you know you can, and I can only hope you will..."

 

[chronicle_tenko]

"Please, I choose to give. Let me give to you..."

It is a small shock. But she is a good witch after all. It is though something that so rarely happens. That he rarely gives in to. He can see it on her face though. that selfless desire to please. To make him feel good. Her tongue touches her lips, and he groans softly, his imagination in full swing.

"...before you take, as you know you can, and I can only hope you will..."

Hands take the time to touch her breasts once more. To softly thumb her nipples, and tug on his tie between them. To lower her, using the cord, and let the carabiner dangle. And to undo the cuffs. Lowering her to her legs, a pillow already in place. He sinks with her, His hands on hers Rubbing gently, at her wrists, making sure they have no chafe, no marks. Nor torn flesh or sore skin. Then he is standing, and the unmistakable sound of a zipper is heard through the room. It is hard to wedge his shaft out through the fly, but he does. Stroking her face with his off hand, and he softly strokes it in front of her. Letting her hear the sound of skin on skin. And watching for her to follow. Guiding, by sound until her hand finds his, Until her smooth slim fingers replace his calloused palms. Her cool, sweet hand on him. Is this the first time? He has never let her before. So few does he even allow to do this. To pleasure him, solely.

"Good Witch."

She's so lovely on her knees. So natural he realises, on that pillow, her hand on him. Her mouth watering in his mind as she waits for him to allow her.

"Go ahead, Good girl. Show me what you can do with that mouth of yours."

His hand touches her face, and pushes her hair back from it. Undoing his work, and redoing hers as he gathers it. Keeping it from falling into her mouth. Softly stroking her cheeks as he lets her work. Moaning softly.

"I will take."

His voice is soft, but hard. Full of relish for the sweetness of her offer, and the lust for her act.

"I have all night after all, and I want from you. So do not worry your pretty perfect little head. I get what I want, and Tonight. I want you Brit. I want to have you."

He groans gently, as she finds one of those few sensitive spots.

"Take you."

He growls when she finds it again, giving her a soft and sweet scritch to encourage her.

"And wreck you, from hair to heels. We've barely covered the first part. I have the rest of your body to make mine."

 

[Britwitch]

Stockinged knees find the pillow as her wrists are freed. The blindfold still blinds her, ensuring she doesn't feel too free. His hands are caring, careful, rubbing her wrists, ensuring there is no unnecessary discomfort.

Keen ears hear the sound she has been waiting for, the rasp of metallic teeth, the rustling of fabric. Her cheek presses against his hand while the other, she can hear, moves back and forth along what she imagines to be very firm flesh.
Her hand rises and is guided towards him, hot, hard shaft soon resting upon her palm. Delicate fingers close around it, eyes widening beneath the blindfold at it's weight.

"Good Witch...Go ahead, Good girl. Show me what you can do with that mouth of yours."

She leans forward, almost reverently kissing the tip before parting pink lips and taking him slowly inside the warmth of her waiting mouth. Tongue strokes while mouth closes tightly around him. She sighs as she tastes him, mouth stroking back and forth slowly, almost painfully so.

"I will take...I have all night after all, and I want from you. So do not worry your pretty perfect little head. I get what I want, and Tonight. I want you Brit. I want to have you."

His words, his tone, encourage her. Reassure her that what she's doing is right. She takes him deeper, sucking a little harder. Her free hand snaking between thighs, finding where her underwear has been left pushed aside. Fingers gently, slowly, push between swollen lips and easily find that small nub of flesh that was tingling incessantly between her thighs. Rubbing in time with her mouth's movements up above.

"Take you...wreck you, from hair to heels. We've barely covered the first part. I have the rest of your body to make mine."

His words make her shiver, make her suckle harder, make her fingers rub a little quicker. She wants to please him, to bring him some of the pleasure he has already brought to her. To excite him as he has done to her. She takes him as deeply as she can, hand slipping down to massage the globes that dangle beneath the shaft. Mouth working alone to pleasure him. Head rocking back and forth, making the body below do the same.

She can imagine how she looks, shirt open and hanging from her shoulders, bra doing nothing but pushing up her generous chest - offering it almost, her stockings and heels are the only things not to have been altered since her arrival and she doesn't doubt it won't be long until even they have been changed to a state he desires. Because this is about what he wants, what he needs. And they both know, whatever it is, he will get it.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Both hands circle her face. Taking her head in long fingers, between large palms, and holding. Letting her move. It would be easy. So simple, if he wanted. If he did. But this is contenting. Is glorious. He watches her, and for only a moment is disappointed he cannot see her eyes look up at him. See those beautiful blue orbs, gaze. In reverence he imagines. In delight. In crazed lust. Her fingers are busy. He can see them, watch them. See just how she moves that little bud. How she flicks and rubs across it. Makes it respond and jump to her fingers.

He moans, and pulls her head from him. Bringing his heavy sac to her mouth. Bringing her hand to his slick shaft. Coaxing, her, showing her, how to squeeze, and bring her thumb down on the left. Fitting a single solid testicle into her mouth. And Moaning softly as her tongue touches it.

"I want you to feel that. How heavy, and hot it is. How much is there being stored. I want you to do that because I like it, and because I want you to anticipate when it empties. How much of it will spurt, and soak your body. Will splash over those glasses I had you wear. How thick and hot it will be, dripping off your chin, and onto your breasts. Pooling in your cleavage, or scalding as it touches your nipple. Can you feel that? Do you want that?"

He wants her answer. Almost as much as he wants her to keep sucking. Almost as much as he wants to move her to this desk. But this is about what she wants as well. No matter how simple it might be to simply take. No matter how much she encourages it. No matter how easy she makes it. This is about her pleasure too. He denies her. And himself.

"Stick your tongue out for me. Let me see it pink and waiting."

He kisses her. Holding her mouth open. Before letting her work again. Letting her suck, and slurp. Noisy, messy. Happy. It's unbearable, how much she wants to give. How much he does want to take. But it is not this. This is wonderful, but not what he wants. His hand tangles in her hair, and it falls over her face. Her face that is level with his. Her dark locks tugged sharp, and her body brought to the desk. Hard nipples meet cool wood, and he bends her over. The desk is grained. Subtle, simple, but it is rough in the smallest way. The wood, and varnish, dented by years of hard use. His hand pinning her back to it's surface, making her ready for the same use. The other hand slapping her bottom. Pinking the flesh under those panties. Those in the way pieces of lace. In the way of perfect flesh. They vanish with a rip. With a motion sudden and hard, and violent enough to be assault. The growl that fills the small room, is tinged with more than desire. And suddenly.

She is filled.

And they are locked together as his cock begins to impale her pretty pink pussy. The hole stretching even as his thrusts bump her nipples across the surface of the desk. His hand keeping her pressed, her body rigid, as he plows her from behind. Plans forgotten. There is just this.

He is fucking her.

And it pleases him.

 

[Britwitch]

"I want you to feel that. How heavy, and hot it is. How much is there being stored. I want you to do that because I like it, and because I want you to anticipate when it empties. How much of it will spurt, and soak your body. Will splash over those glasses I had you wear. How thick and hot it will be, dripping off your chin, and onto your breasts. Pooling in your cleavage, or scalding as it touches your nipple. Can you feel that? Do you want that?"

She nods, mouth open, waiting, willing. Desperate. His taste is intoxicating, the little tastes she'd been rewarded with, drops spreading across her tongue. Fuelling the desires within her. Everything he says is exactly what she wants, what she needs. To feel the proof of his enjoyment of this, of her, painted across her body.

"Stick your tongue out for me. Let me see it pink and waiting."

Her tongue peeks out of her mouth obediently before it is kissed soundly. When he releases her she is left breathless, lips tingling before they wrap around him once more. Sucking hard and fast, tongue stroking the underside of his shaft again and again, milking it. Trying to encourage it.

Just when she thinks a peak might be close by her mouth loses it's prize and she is lifted easily to her feet. She follows the tugging of her hair, whimpering but not in pain. Definitely not.

The desk is hard and high, cold and slightly rough against her front. Her body jerks between his hand and the wooden surface with each slap, not trying to pull away just reacting. Rounded behind growing warmer and warmer.

She gasps as elastic breaks and stings under the force of his hand. Save for her garter belt, stockings and heels she is naked. Going from the feel of his body above and behind hers he is still pretty much clothed. That disparity making what is happening seem somehow more intense, deeper...dirtier. He is dressed, could leave at any moment and no one would be any wiser. She is practically naked and marked, still blindfolded. Ready.

Then a groan. Animalistic and wanton leaves her lips as tight sex is claimed in one swift, deep, thrust. Lips stretching around him as he starts to take her. Body forced tight against the desk, embarassingly hard nipples rubbing back and forth against the wood. Delicious discomfort racing through her body.

This. This is what she came for.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

She gives a a perfect little groan, and it is like an undoing. She gives a small sound, and that is throwing gasoline on the bonfire he had burning inside him. He teases. Something knows this. He teases and pleasurably torments. Doing naughty things with fingers and tongues, and preparation. This, is hardly him. This is primal, pure, and basic. This is remembering what being a beast feels like, instead of a man. This is the dark side of his desires that wants to take, to have. That feels jealous when he sees her with other men. That wishes to rush like a doomed buffalo with a mate over the edge, forever charging forward to those final moments.

It is intoxicating. And she makes it more so with her pure unfettered enjoyment. He is so simple sometimes. Blunt, and direct. Like a hammer. Like a heavy swinging weight, simply breaking down what lies in front of him. Like now His hands on her hips. Fingers squeezing the flesh tight. To to drag and pull her back on him. To hold her in place so his hips make the bolted desk lurch. To leave stinging red prints, across rapidly heating flesh. To steady, and with each savage thrust, try harder. Swing faster. His body bends. Until he is just atop her. Listening. His hips a piston. His hands on either side of her face. Bringing him so close she can feel his breath like an approaching inferno. Hear the growls of a predator whose teeth are only inches away from her soft smooth flesh. Feel hands on her back, That scrape. in her hair that tug sharply, and bring her up to him. Feel nipples being twisted, A clit being rubbed. That breath coming easier, more stable. Teeth nibble her earlobe. Not wanton, but measured.

"You put a spell on me. But now."

A hand tightens on her throat, just so just enough to wrap it in fingers like steel.

"You're mine."

That voice is control. Is the deep and satisfied rumble of a sedated beast, and a reawakened man. A man whose hips beat no less of a rhythm, no slower, but move that arc and angle their thrust down. To stimulate and change the penetration. To make the shaft bend slightly, and probe that sweet rough patch. His initial shiver as that bumpy terrain is grazed by the sensitive head of his shaft.

"All of you."

A desk drawer opens, and in his hand is a warming lube, and a thin simple looking tapered plug with two cross pieces. He has to slow, now. Has to rest, to deny her. Himself. And it is a crime as he withdraws from her. Had she come? was she close. This man should have known. Her beast did not care. Fingers replace his pumping shaft, three of them, and until they reach the point of their knuckle they do not stretch her abused, and sopping hole like he just did. His tongue finds her bottom. Licking the hot red handprints, that stand out most. Kissing tender flesh, and making their way between her plump lovely cheeks. To that little forbidden hole.

"Hold it open for me."

The command is easy to follow and his hand shows her. Pulling one cheek gently and then the other. He could see her pucker without this. Could see every proof of her arousal. Of her offered body bent over this scarred and battered desk, her brown eye winking like a screwed shut surprise. Her silken sweet pussy stretched, and left in a ravaged state. Now cold lube touches, is squirted onto her bottom. And that smallest finger pushes, pushes, until it is inside. Then the ring. The pinky still inside. It is a stretch, a large one, but she will endure. She knew this was coming. Knew this night would not end until he had taken everything she would offer.

Those fingers are now pumping in and out of her, ass, cunt. Dirty words, and hot holes. Does she feel embarrassed? Blushing red cheeks of her bottom, would say so, but what of her face. Fingers retreat, and the one hand washes itself. A face cloth in a moist warmer, for just this occasion. For many clean up occasions. The sex slick, ring that invaded her pussy, he sucks himself. The index and middle he offers to her. Turning her over. To be sat on this desk Legs spread wantonly. His arms clearing it of everything but her, the toy and the lube. Then he removes the blindfold, Looks into her eyes, and sees just how far the storm has blown her. She is gorgeous, perfect in elemental need.

"I want you to see this. I want you to watch, and know, and remember this moment. You are a gorgeous good little witch. And I am going to make you a willing wanton little whore. My willing wanton little whore. And I want you to watch me do it."

The toy is already slick, but that does not stop him from teasing it's tip through her dripping pussy lips. Across her little taint. It must be hard for her to see this. To sit bent like that. So he helps. His hand tugging her hair, grabbing her head, fingers squeezing as they palm her skull itself. Their grip undeniable as he pulls her torso up. The toy pushing. Relentlessly pushing as it sinks into her little ass. As it opens her. Until that first cross piece sits secure. Then he surprises her by pressing it in the centre, and it inflates. Just that degree.

"I'm going to fuck you again, and when I remember I will inflate that toy. And when you are ready, you can beg me to take your willing hot sweet bottom. I'll give you to the count of three, to make up your mind. Three orgasms, and after that I'll simply take you anyway. Ready or not."

His cock throbs, and waits. Not a single degree less hard, less ready for her, these long minutes. His hand touches her neck from behind, and his fingers wrap until they could squeeze. He holds her lewdly spread leg, wild and waiting, and then pushes back into her sopping little cunt. Watching as her breasts bounce, her body writhes. Her eyes as she takes in the sight of him still dressed. Braid still immaculate. Pounding her body like a slut.

"I know you'll tell me soon. You're a Good Witch."

 

[Britwitch]

There is something almost dangerous in the air. The level of need, of want, between them. She's never known anything like it. Her body locked
between the desk and his pistoning body, claimed, fucked.
Every grip of fingers, every pull, making everything so much more intense than she had ever experienced before. She could do nothing but take it, brace her arms slightly against the desk and take everything he gave to her. She could feel the weight of him against her, upon her, feel the smoothness of his suit, the rougher rub of the buttons on his jacket, reminding her of how different their positions truly were.
Her back arched up as her hair was pulled, the action tightening her sex around him, allowing him access to her chest, to wherever he wanted.

"You put a spell on me. But now...You're mine."

His hand is strong, firm, controlling. It wraps around her throat holding her in place, sending fresh tremors skipping down her spine.
The angle of his thrusts changes and she mewls, sex tingling and pulsing around him.

"All of you."

Somewhere in amongst the wet sounds of their coming together she hears other sounds, foreign sounds, but is largely oblivious. That is until his thrusting slows, then stops. Her pussy that was so close, so close to that peak of pleasure, mourns the loss of him as he slips out. Internal tightness contracting desperately, trying to keep him within. Failing.
Then fingers pump inside, they are crude and rough but they are not like his shaft, still her sex greedily welcomes them. Lips sighing as she feels lips against her stinging behind. She had lost count of the slaps, of the stinging connections between them that had no doubt coloured the pale skin. A gasp as tongue probes deeper between them. Probing there.

"Hold it open for me."

Hands obey, pulling apart her cheeks, revealing her entirely. Her body tenses as the entrance she has been expecting finally comes. Feeling tight muscle being pushed past, feeling the odd, alien feeling of something within that most private of places. Still, though, she doesn't buck, or pull away, or loosen her hold on her own ass. Another finger pushes in and she whines, eyes screwing shut as the tiny hole is forced to open up.
The groans return, wantonly, as fingers claim her anew. Thrusting in and out of the twin holes, using them, toying with them. Against the desk her other cheeks grow red, both from the act itself and the reaction it garners from her body.
Fingers press to her lips and she sucks them, tasting herself, feeling the wetness, the proof of how he has made her feel.

Then she is moved, twisted until her rear rests on the edge of the desk, her elbows behind, supporting her upper body. Blue eyes blink as the blindfold leaves them, sparkling with lust and surprise and a hundred other emotions she doesn't have words for.

"I want you to see this. I want you to watch, and know, and remember this moment. You are a gorgeous good little witch. And I am going to make you a willing wanton little whore. My willing wanton little whore. And I want you to watch me do it."

She knew, she guessed, what was coming but that doesn't stop her eyes from widening upon seeing the plug and watching it's descent between her splayed thighs.
His words make her whimper, knowing what she is so close to becoming. What she wants to become.
The toy teases then pushes, a soft yelp as it pops inside then a squirming moan as it swells. Pushing, stretching, that little hole.

"I'm going to fuck you again, and when I remember I will inflate that toy. And when you are ready, you can beg me to take your willing hot sweet bottom. I'll give you to the count of three, to make up your mind. Three orgasms, and after that I'll simply take you anyway. Ready or not."

She listens to the words, to the promise within them and nods. Not sure if she needed to. He would do what he wanted. What they both wanted.
Her eyes fix on his, glittering blue as he pushes back inside, claiming her sex once again.

"I know you'll tell me soon. You're a Good Witch."

Her sex reacts almost instantly, the strange feeling of being filled in both holes is new and as odd as it is stimulating. Her hips roll into his thrusts, desperate to show how much she wants this, him. That she is as eager as him to continue. To do all he has spoken of. Before her mind can truly focus on what she can see, the first orgasm that had almost claimed her before he'd stopped slams into her. Making her buck and thrust up against him. Eyes fluttering closed as back arches and pushes swaying breasts towards the ceiling.
Not yet.
She'd wouldn't ask yet.

...but soon.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

She came. He could tell, from how she tightened. From how she arched her back, and her eyes rolled. From those mewling perfect cries that, sounded like shattering glass, and sweet release. From how she shook and bucked against him, how his hands needed to grab her legs and put them up over his shoulders, and hold her in place so he he could fuck her body without smashing her head into the wall.

She was tight. So tight, and getting tighter as she came. As her muscles roiled, and her walls rippled up and down the length of his shaft. Her could barely manage to push the button, and inflate the toy, making her bottom feel more snug, feeling the toy through her walls, as he hammered into her, fucked her through her first orgasm. Relishing how tense, how on edge she had been. And now he would bring her back to that point. this was not a plateau, to reach out and kiss her, and stroke her hair. This was a cruel point. A point to tease her and take her harder. His hands reached out past her legs to softly tease her breasts. still propped in that bra. Groping, firm, as he felt them shake in his hands. His hips making the soft flesh move. Making him want to fuck her harder. Make that soft flesh slap into his palms.

He twisted her nipples. Pulled them and watched her breasts shake. Watched them shift, and pull against his fingers. His thrusts came slower. Harder. Watching their jiggle. Watching them as they shook. Mesmerized by their look. His mouth came, and his teeth found one, then both. Pushing her breasts, her nipples together. His teeth scraping the sensitive flesh, then holding it taut. A free hand to pump her toy, and another to play with her clit. To rub it mercilessly, and use her more. He sped up, his thrusts faster again. His growls around a mouthful of nipple, a sign. More. More.

"Cum for me. You know you want to. You won't make your choice, because you have. because you are a beautiful slut, who wants it made for her. who wants the freedom of being fucked into a pile of quivering flesh, and then taken finally, and claimed everywhere. So cum for me. And we'll only have one more to go."

 

[Britwitch]

Through the fog of the orgasm she felt him continue to fuck her, to take her. Deep thrusts, total and overpowering, plowing into her again and again. As the haze began to clear she felt her ass stretching further, filling more full, making her wince a little in spite of how delicious his shaft felt as it parted her sex over and over.

Her back arched up from the desk, trying to keep the contact between her flesh and his hands. Groping, stroking, squeezing. Owning.
Then came that point where pain and pleasure blended seamlessly, sensitive nipples are pulled, stretching the heavy flesh beneath them. Then pushed, alongside one another to make them easier to capture between hungry teeth and lips. Fingernails dug into the desktop, trying to keep the orgasm at bay, the orgasm that would move her one perilous step closer to sealing her own fate.

The plug in her rear moved, almost like it was thrusting, and combined with the touch of his fingers against her overexcited clit, his teeth upon her nipples and his cock deep inside, she knew she would soon fall over the edge.

"Cum for me. You know you want to. You won't make your choice, because you have. because you are a beautiful slut, who wants it made for her. who wants the freedom of being fucked into a pile of quivering flesh, and then taken finally, and claimed everywhere. So cum for me. And we'll only have one more to go."

A tiny part of her wanted to defy him, to show him she was not so easily beaten but in certain circumstances, with certain company she most definitely was.
This was one of those circumstances.
His words had barely left his lips when with a loud cry, she began to cum again. Body straining up against him, thighs tightening around him, trying to pull him deeper.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Damned but she was obedient. Hardly from his mouth, and she moaned out her compliance to his words. Cum for me, and her lips parted and her moans started. He never stopped. Not to adjust, not to stop his teeth, and mouth, Not to quit his ministration on her little hot button. She was his, and he was fucking her, and she would cum. This was the way things worked. He groaned then. Feeling how she shook, how her walls rippled. Insidious, pulling and squeezing, and trying to take her with him. His hand found her neck. And closed. His eyes found hers and deeply they stared into each others. Steel and Sea, Bright Blue orbs, pinched with pleasure, and Dark Cobalt, coursing with control.

"Mine."

His fingers ran her clit, as he pumped her.

"Mine."

And his fingers squeezed on her neck that millimeter.

"Mine."

The toy was pumped one more time. Feeling full, and thick inside her ass.

"Mine."

He pounded her cunt hard. Heavy, making her body jump, and her breasts shake violently. This was his. She was his. Right that moment, her body belonged to him. All of it. His lips found hers, as he pinned her by her throat. tasted her, and swallowed her moans. Took her cries into his mouth, and tasted how sweet they were.

"My little slut. My sweet wonderful Witch. Such a good girl. Are you going to ask now? are you ready? Or is that decision going to be made for you. Are you going to be taken. Fucked. Made Dirty, and made mine. All you need to do is say please. Fuck you in your ass. Or just come one more time. And I'll do it anyway. I have all night."

 

[Britwitch]

She was lost to it. To him. Aware of precious little beside how he made her feel, his words, his thrusts, his hands, his eyes. All of it possessing her. Unable to look away from the eyes that watched her so closely, watched her descent into debauchery.

"Mine."

Every time he said it, every time his fingers backed up his assertion she whimpered. Her body felt as if electric currents were passing through it every few seconds. Her clit pulsed under his fingers, her eyes widened as his fingers narrowed her airway for a few fleeting moments, a louder groan as the toy in her ass was moved, teasing the tightest part of her body. Giving it a very, very, vague idea of what was still to come.

His body crushed hers, his mouth smothering hers and the constant stream of sounds leaving it.

"My little slut. My sweet wonderful Witch. Such a good girl. Are you going to ask now? are you ready? Or is that decision going to be made for you. Are you going to be taken. Fucked. Made Dirty, and made mine. All you need to do is say please. Fuck you in your ass. Or just come one more time. And I'll do it anyway. I have all night."

"I...I...please...please..."

She was about to ask, to beg, for him to do it. To push inside and fuck her ass but her body stopped her. One more climax is all it would take and it came. Hard. Suddenly. Clit exploding between their bodies. Sabotaging her mid-sentence. Her body undulated on the desk, hands reaching up to hold onto his forearms as he held her down, forced her to take every inch of his thrusts.

As she began to come down slightly the realisation set in, eyes widened as they looked into his. The time had come. The time for changing minds and walking away was passed. The word he had told her to remember was all but forgotten. They both knew she wouldn't say it, because that would mean calling an end to the proceedings. And she needed them to continue, to be all he had said they would be.

To be all he wanted her to be.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

She was going to ask him. Those sweet words, spilling from her lips, her mind reacting to what her body wanted. Until her body beat it there. Sweet words were replaced by sweeter moans. By sharp little gasps of joy, while her fingers tightened over his forearms. Nails digging just so. Like battle scars.

He held her. There was certainly a point to taking her higher, to ripping at her control on sanity, while his shaft stretched her abused sex even more. He could change her penetration angle, and simply keep thrusting. Simply keep her orgasm extending for as long as he himself could bear. But that was not what he wanted to happen. Not what he needed. She needed. It was pleasurable sure. But not like this.

He stopped, dead. Holding stiff inside her, and embraced her. His mouth finding hers, soft, and sweet. Then her face. Little pecks as his strong arms wrapped her tightly. Brought her to him. And let her come down. His fingers tracing up and down her back, massaging the back of her neck. His eyes calmer, speaking volumes as the looked into hers softly. Adjusting the skewed glasses on her face. Those silly props he asked her for, and he had not forgotten.

"Shh. Mmm. Good Witch. You've done so well, been so good. So hot. Everything I want. We are so close. You and I, yes so close. There is just that left, that final simple claiming. We must keep our promises; yeah?"

It would still be hard for her. The toy regardless, she would need more lube. Always more. And he was thicker still than the plastic inflated and stretching her forbidden hole. She would be brave, and he would be gentle. And even then he knew that he would sacrifice all the work up to this point, if it made her more comfortable, if it made her happier. He smiled, and stroked her hair, lifted her, like a child. Legs coupled in one arm, and the other around her back. burying her head in the soft silk of his ruined shirt. He kissed the top of her head, as he set her to kneel on the bed.

"Rest. Just a moment. You will want your strength for what is coming."

He laid a pillow down. And stepped back. Letting her watch him undress. Carefully fold his shirt, and place it on the back of the chair. Hang his ruined and soaked pants on a hook. Stand before her in his underwear and socks. And slowly pull those boxer briefs down. His cock pulling through the hole until it sprang back up. Virile, thick, and drying with her juices even as it left a small shimmering patina of her latest orgasm on the fur of his stomach. He approached her and let the shaft dangle in front of her eyes. His face touching her cheek, his thumb grazing her lips.

"Make it slick, for what comes. My sweet little Witch. Because it comes soon."

 

[Britwitch]

For a few moments she actually felt like everything around her was slipping away, melting into the swirling mess of pleasure that had taken total and utter control of her body. His arms and her grip upon them were the only things keeping her grounded, stopping her from simply breaking into a thousand pieces of whimpering lust.
Then it started to fade, she felt him against her, over her, holding her tightly. Her lips tried weakly to repeat and respond to the fleeting kisses that were landing on her face and lips but they didn't quite manage to do so.
She smiled weakly, hazily, as she felt the glasses that were about to slip from her face completely being straightened.

"Shh. Mmm. Good Witch. You've done so well, been so good. So hot. Everything I want. We are so close. You and I, yes so close. There is just that left, that final simple claiming. We must keep our promises; yeah?"

She nodded. There was no need to reply. These were promises that didn't need to be voiced to be fulfilled.
They were moving before she realised, nestled against his chest, cheek against his shoulder. Carried like some fairytale heroine, carried like a treasured possession. A prize.

"Rest. Just a moment. You will want your strength for what is coming."

Blue eyes watched from behind slightly smudged glass, watching as inch after inch of skin was revealed. Taking in the breadth of his chest, how it tapered at his waist. The strength in his arms and legs. And then, the sheer size of him. Even now it still amazed her slightly, and tensed her insides to think where that thick length would soon be entering. What it would be claiming.

"Make it slick, for what comes. My sweet little Witch. Because it comes soon."

She leant forwards, dropping on her hands, bringing her mouth towards his shaft and then embracing it with her lips. Rapidly drawing him into her mouth and sighing as she tasted herself upon him. Tongue, lips, mouth, all working together. Trying to please him as well as do as she had been told. To make him as wet as she could. She knew every drop would make a difference and she would be the one to feel it.

Blue eyes looked up over the glasses on her nose, hair hanging down around her face and down her back, looking up into his face, his length buried in her mouth. Curves displayed for him as she knelt on the bed on her hands and knees, mouth bobbing back and forth, saliva coating him, a little escaping and trailing slowly down her chin.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

"Oooh."

He groaned in appreciation, realising just how close she had gotten him before. How much he needed that rest, they had both taken. She was lovely, and he was enjoying her now. Simply luxuriating as she serviced him. Her mouth was simply sinful, almost magic the way she could swallow him, lick and suckle him all at once. Hands on the bed, leaning forward, heavy breasts hanging like unpicked fruit. A crime. His fingers found them, and drew down, squeezing softly from the top to bottom, almost like he would draw milk from her nipples. Rolled and then sweetly pinched and tugged. His fingers Giving her just those little tugs, his eyes hypnotized as they stared into hers, the soft tugs of his fingers making her jump slightly, watching that thin sweet trail of drool hang and fall down her lips, off her chin, to fall on her breasts.

Making him imagine, all it would take to simply cover her right now. To grip her hair, like his hand had taken root in. and twine his fingers in it, and begin to move his hips. Causing that little trailing string to become a thicker loop, as it bulged from her cheeks. That sweet drip, drip, drip, of a messy blowjob, that became a messier facial. Marking what was his, in thick sticky scalding seed. her mouth open and tongue out. Close.

"Soon."

He stopped her, with a growl and a soft tug on her hair. Moving her from his shaft. Denying her more. Heavens above, and fires below she was talented with that beautiful mouth. It was soft, and sweet, and wet and hot. And she could keep it just open enough to not scrape with her teeth, unless she wanted to. Fingers reached out to scratch softly under her chin. Tilt her head up to look at him, and make him imagine. She was already kneeling. Glasses looking up at him, expectantly. Hands outstretched, if they were to prop her bosom now, and display it proudly for him. If he were to tug her hair, and take himself in hand, watch as she arched her back, and licked her lips. If she were to say please?

He smiled, and gave her that growl. That special one that said I enjoy this more than words can convey.

"Lie down with your hips on the pillow."

He was already guiding her. Soft little touches. Her scalp, her face, across her back to the small of it. Stroking sweetly over the curve to her bottom. Splaying and spreading her legs in the middle of his bed, the double crosspiece of that toy still wedged inside her. He let it deflate, and gently pulled it from her. A hand on the small of her back to keep her from moving unnecessarily, as he deflated the toy, and began to draw it out of her. Still spit slick, he mounted her. Pressing the crown to her pucker. Slow, and gentle, but relentless. Always keeping the pressure onto her, the head pressing against her sweet lube slick pucker. His fingers touched her face. His knuckles caressing her cheek, teasing behind her ear, softly de tangling her hair.

Oh but she was tight. And he pressed. Taking his hand to keep the steel hard shaft straight as it pushed, the head penetrating her bottom, sinking in past her sphincter.

"Relax. Breathe. Soon."

He pushed further, and slowly began to fill her bottom. Stretching the tight little hole, her bottom opening to his assault. Inch by inch, millimeters at a time, she was filled by his thick shaft. His fingers back to their stroking. His words, a whisper in her ear. Soft, sweet, encouraging her to accept him.

"Oooohh. You're tight. You're such a beautiful little slut. So accepting, so wonderful. Such a Good Witch. Do you know how you look now? On your knees, and stomach. Nipples in my bedspread, and ass filled with cock? Is your clit grinding that little pillow? Are you impatient? I bet you are. But it's just a little more. And I know you can do it. I know that you'll be everything " want you to. You are mine right now. Mine, fully and completely. My sweet.

He growled as he felt her tighten. His balls hanging heavy now, and touching her bottom. So close to bottoming out. So close to having her take every last inch of him inside her. His words interrupted by pleasure.

"Perfect."

He pushed. Giving her a small thrust that ground her entire body over the blanket, her hips into the pillow. He still was not in her completely, and his hand snaked. Cupping her sex. His rough large palm ground into her pussy. the heel pressing her little clit.

"Slut."

That word did it. His last little push filled her with everything. Every thick inch inside her now. His teeth nipping her ear, gently biting her neck as he let her adjust. Get used to this feel, of being filled before being fucked. Bigger than the toy, even as it pumped. Her ass so hot and tight he felt he might explode in her. He throbbed. And felt it himself. His teeth gentle on her neck, then fierce. Another minute, his weight pinning her, as he twitched inside her bottom, enjoying just the hot tight feel of her.

"Say you want it."

His teeth grazed her ear, confidence in his voice.

"Tell me you want it, and I'll fuck your little ass."

 

[Britwitch]

With the feeling of him on her tongue combined with the skilled attentions of his fingers upon her responsive nipples, she almost forgot why she was doing what she was. So lost in the desire to please him she almost forgot this was merely preparation for something bigger. Something deeper.
Almost forgot. It all came back to her when he stopped her. When she saw the need, the want, in his eyes.

"Soon...Lie down with your hips on the pillow."

The growl that accompanied his words send a shiver down her spine, making her rear rise a little higher as she laid where he directed her. She held her breath as she felt him moving the toy, deflating it, preparing to withdraw it. A slight groan as he worked it out, feeling an odd sensation within her ass. A feeling of being open, of left wanting. A new sensation. It was soon replaced with another.

He moved between her legs, against her, on her. She felt him pushing between the cheeks of her ass and just as she drew in a deep breath he began to push.

Her body resisted, try to keep him out. But his preparations worked against her natural reactions and slowly, ever so slowly, he began to push inside her. She whined as tight muscle was stretched, tight canal entered. She didn't move, she didn't struggle, she just whined.

"Relax. Breathe. Soon."

She nodded into the bed sheets, fingers curling into the fabric. Mouth open in a silent gasp as he continued to push deeper. He felt so much bigger than he had done within her pussy, and he hadn't exactly felt small then.

"Oooohh. You're tight. You're such a beautiful little slut. So accepting, so wonderful. Such a Good Witch. Do you know how you look now? On your knees, and stomach. Nipples in my bedspread, and ass filled with cock? Is your clit grinding that little pillow? Are you impatient? I bet you are. But it's just a little more. And I know you can do it. I know that you'll be everything I want you to. You are mine right now. Mine, fully and completely. My sweet."

His words, they were like a drug. Fuelling needs and desires she barely understood, barely recognised within herself. Making her ass push up slightly against him, trying to take him as fully within herself as she could.

"Perfect."

She let out a groan as he forced her against the bed, his body forcing hers into the sheets, her pelvis into the pillow. Then a growl as his palm tormented her clit.

"Slut."

That little word. The tone. The implication of it. Made another growl leave her throat. The stinging ache in her ass starting to ebb, the bite to her neck making her twitch and cause it to return momentarily.

"Say you want it...Tell me you want it, and I'll fuck your little ass.""

"Please..."

The words came quickly. Easily. She turned her head against the bed so she could almost see his face.

"Please I want it, I need it...please fuck me, fuck your little slut, your little slut whose ass is so ready, so ready for you to claim it...please..."

As she spoke the last word, she pushed her ass up from the pillow, pushing him deeper as a result. Causing that word to turn into a moaning sound.

"...Please..."

 

[chronicle_tenko]

"Please I want it, I need it...please fuck me, fuck your little slut, your little slut whose ass is so ready, so ready for you to claim it...please..."

Oh those were the words. He prepped and pushed against her, only to feel her hips push back. Impaling herself on him. Bringing a groan from both of them. A sound of longing, of mutual needs. His deep voice needing her, needing to ravage her, and take her. To fuck her all night, for his own needs. And hers Begging for it to happen. Her little sweet groan, filled with lust. Filled with him. A single word saying volumes.

"...Please..."

It was slow, and hard. And that lube warming it might have been was cold to start as he squirted it against his shaft. His fingers wicking it down as he pulled from her. Feeling her muscles grip him as he withdrew. She didn't want to be empty. Her body refused plainly, and her tight anal tunnel pulled and sucked at him trying to keep him in, like she might die if he left. She might perish when it went back in he thought.

With a groan he pushed back into her. The lube helping but it was still slow, still a battle, and push for ground. Territory to claim as he slowly began to give short simple thrusts. A few inches at a time. Driving the breath from her, like he drove a spike inside her. A little harder each time. Grinding her against his palm.

"Good girl."

He could go a little faster. Drill her a little harder. No more, or less would fit her hot little asshole, and each short hard thrust was beginning to rock her body. Faster still, His shaft pulling almost fully out of her, and pushing back inside her body. Pounding into her. Her red cheeks, slapped with each thrust by his hips. Getting redder, with every stroke. With every long sinuous, rhythmic, pulse of his throbbing cock. Filling her, faster. Driving deeper, and hitting her harder. His. He was making her his. With every stroke, he was claiming her body, and her mind. A slap on her bottom, and a yank on her hair brought her to her knees, and he had room to make her shout. To make her breasts swing with each thunderous blow.

"Fuck you feel so good."

 

[Britwitch]

A whimper, a needy sound of disappointment as he withdrew then a louder grunt as he pushed back inside. She bit down on her lower lip, eyes screwing shut as he started to rock on top of her. Gradually, a fraction at a time, working himself back and forth. Lubricating the passage, slowly stretching what was once so tight, too tight. All the time her clit throbbing and tingling beneath the pressure of his palm.

"Good girl."

Such powerful little words. She felt the change, almost before it happened. His movements increased in speed. The force behind them grew more pronounced. When he reached his deepest the power pinned her against the bed, holding her in place, making her take it.

Her rear was growing rosy and warm, each slap drawing lewd sounds from her lips. The sting helping deflect from the discomfort in her ass, although that was growing less and less pronounced. Her body was reacting, pussy wet under his hand, hips rocking ever so slightly back against him, nipples painfully hard beneath her.

A cry as he slapped and pulled sharply, forcing her up onto hands and knees. Presenting her ass against the onslaught of his thrusts, every one shaking her body, making her shudder.

"Fuck you feel so good."

She wanted to say he did, wanted to say that despite what she expected, it felt so good. But she couldn't, her breath was stolen every time she snatched it, taken by the hand against her sex, driven out by the shaft buried between her cheeks. All she could do was moan. Moan like a slut. Moan like he wanted her to.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

She moaned. She moaned like he was breaking her, and he supposed he was. His fingers were soon coated in her juices, as she leaked over them. He could see the shine of her slick sweet girlcum over her cheeks. Shimmering from where his hand had slapped her. She shook, when he entered her. Her cheeks jiggled as his hips tattooed them. She was his. His hand tangled further into her hair. Pushed it down, and brought her bottom up to him. It was dominant, and dirty, and disrespectful. And he knew beyond a doubt they both loved it.

Her muffled cries continued as he pushed her face down. They peaked as he began to hammer his full length into her body his fingers stroking her little clit fast, then reaching out for the toy, and wiping it clean. It entered her little cunt. and he pumped it. Three times, before he began to use it to fuck her in sequence. The toy entering as his hips pulled back, and leaving when he slapped back inside. It was awkward but worth it. Worth it to hear her little moans catch, her voice strangle and know how that all she could think was who fucked her right now, and how good it felt.

His hands went to her breasts and groped them. Grabbed the heavy lovely flesh in rough hands. they over flowed and he loved it. He pulled and she rolled into his lap, the force of sitting down pushing him fully into her ass.

"Fuck yourself slut. Take the toy and fuck your sloppy sexy little hole."

His hands on her breasts played with them. Pulled and twisted her nipples. Squeezed the flesh, and slapped gently. His hips rolling the full feeling of his shaft into her bottom. Taking the time to feel her hot tight hole, without fucking it. He was close. So close, and this was time to breathe. To make her cum again. He bounced her. Powerful hips raising her and letting her set again. Unable to pound her like he wanted, but able to make her feel him.

"Fuck yourself, and I want you to cum. I want to feel you shake, and cum for me. Then I'll pin you down, and fuck you again, and we'll see if you can make me cum."

 

[Britwitch]

Her cries and moans were muffled by the newest position he wanted her in. Ass high in the air, head forced down against the sheets. It was crude and base and every punishing thrust into her ass made her wetter and wetter.
Even the sheets couldn't completely hold back the sound she made when the toy entered her sex, filling it, stretching it, fucking it.

She was drowning in a sea of pleasure, of sensation, of things she could barely name. Then a whimper as the position changed and gravity impaled her upon his cock. Heavy breasts resting in his hands, filling them, more than filling them.

"Fuck yourself slut. Take the toy and fuck your sloppy sexy little hole."

Every time he let her drop onto his lap and he bottomed out inside her she cried out, partly in pain, partly in pleasure, unarguably in need. She'd never been so filled as she was in that instance. The toy swollen within her well used sex, his thick shaft tight inside her other canal. Her eyes rolled slightly as his hands manipulated her breasts so specifically it was as if he could see within her mind. See how every pull, every twist, every glancing slap send a fresh thrill racing through her body to add to the tingling pulse deep in her core.

She did as she was told, trembling fingers pushing and pulling the toy between her folds. A wanton moan leaving her lips every time she pushed in as deeply as she could.

"Fuck yourself, and I want you to cum. I want to feel you shake, and cum for me. Then I'll pin you down, and fuck you again, and we'll see if you can make me cum."

'Then I'll pin you down, and fuck you again.'
It wasn't a question. It wasn't a request. It was a promise, a fact. And that combined with everything else pushed her horny body into the chasm she had been skirting along the side of. With a loud shout that echoed off the walls of the room she came, bucking and writhing in his lap. And still his cock remained buried inside her, still his hips continued to make her fuck herself upon him. Wave after wave of orgasm hit harder and harder, stealing her breath, making her vision swim, her head grow light. Like a fish caught on a line she danced in his lap.

Her hands were trembling but she didn't let go of the toy, didn't stop moving it back and forth between her splayed thighs. Drawing out the orgasm that was rapidly sapping her strength.

"Please...please, let me feel you cum...let me make you cum..."

She turned her face, looking at him over her shoulder. Cheeks flushed and eyes bright. Voice tremulous and breathy as she begged.

"Let me watch your face as your seed sprays my skin...decorates it...marks it, marks it so all will know whose I am...what I am..."

With a nod from him she slowly withdrew the toy from her sodden and still spasming sex. Wincing as she rose on shaky legs and made him slip from within her ass. Her knees hit the floor between his legs, in front of where he sat on the bed. Hand eagerly moving to take his slick shaft upon it and stroke it. Small fingers curling around heavy length, back and forth, up and down, remembering how he'd shown her, applying slightly more pressure with her thumb on the one side. Applying more pressure with each upstroke. Eyes never leaving his as she knelt before him. Watching keenly for signs she was close, close to her goal.

There was a slight twitch, a hitching of breath and she knew it wouldn't be far in coming. She tightened her hold, increased her speed, aiming his cock towards her face and the glasses that were steaming up slightly from the heat between them both.

"Please...please mark me, make me yours in every way...please cum, cum on your slut..."

 

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It was torture to try and keep fucking the little Witch, while she came, her bottom clenching tight around him, but he managed. She writhed and moaned but he noticed she never stopped moving the toy. Not that he would have let her. Her body shook atop him, but nothing deterred him. He had made a promise. And with his hands going to her hips he kept it. Bouncing her little body, which was quickly losing strength on his shaft, making her shift back and forth as her moans became wails, became cries of please, of god, of mercy. Of anything. She writhed and shook, lost in wild pleasures as he took her, and more than pride surged through him. This beautiful little Witch had him close. Oh so close. Her orgasm was savage, almost elemental, and it ripped through her and into him gritting his teeth as he stove off his own. And then there was no point to trying.

"Please...please, let me feel you cum...let me make you cum..."

She had turned to look at him. Her blue eyes filled with lust. With need. She wanted this. He groaned and felt himself twitch, felt all that boil that had been waiting for release since he first felt her lips flutter around his shaft. Close, Was he? Soon. And then she spoke, and he could do little but groan.

"Let me watch your face as your seed sprays my skin...decorates it...marks it, marks it so all will know whose I am...what I am..."

"Oh sweet fuck. You gorgeous little cum slut."

The words were growled. Almost unintelligible, but the message was clear. A nod, from him, and she was weakly trying to stand. To extricate his thick member from her tight bottom. And when she finally did he tossed a pillow to the floor for her to kneel on. She did, no words, no cries. Simply took her place, between his legs, eyes looking to him for clearance. For approval. It was given wordlessly. The way his hand brushed her hair from her face. And hers took hold of his shaft. His long thin fingers, tilting her face to look up into his eyes, His shaft between them, her long thin fingers jerking him softly, bringing him closer and closer to that inevitable fall. That climax, that would visibly mark her. Show everyone that had eyes to see, who she belonged to that moment. Wearing all the proof of this evenings debauchery. Her reddened bottom. The slight gape of her ruined holes. Her nudeness, and the ruddy red flush of a woman properly fucked. Her hair sweat slicked, and her eyes.

Her eyes that still held that amazing intoxicating mixture of lust and anticipation. Those eyes that relished every moment, every single stroke, and slap, and kiss, and touch. That saw everything, and wanted more. That wanted to watch him spill and mark her. That begged him more than her pleasing pleading voice. That asked more maddeningly than her hand did. Her hand that stroked exactly as he had shown her. Clever girl. Those eyes were what was driving him to this edge. That had locked him inside the ride, and he could see the curve approaching in her eyes. And he had no desire to turn.

"Please...please mark me, make me yours in every way...please cum, cum on your slut..."

That was it. The edge. And he was over it. His hand holding her head, tilted up, her hands frantic it seemed now. Her mouth open. His cock aimed at at her perfectly extended pink tongue. He groaned, and gave her the sweetest sound of a breaking moan. then he had no words at all. Her aim was poor, but his was worse.

Perhaps she was unprepared for the simple power that it had. or simply for how powerfully she effected him. But the first shot lurched his cock upwards, almost out of her small hands. And then she was covered. Her face hit with a hot torrent of his seed, like an erupting geyser. A long thick sticky white line of pure lust, that landed across her left cheek, and slashed across her glasses till it touched the right crown near her temple. And it was far from over. He watched her come forward. Watched her coo happily as he showered her in his best. In the greatest proof of passion he had to offer. Right before her eyes. Those eyes that watched him. His watching back.

Two.

Three.

There was no stopping it. Like a raging river, accompanied by his growling moans. Streams touched her nose, and rushed forward in long strings across her brow, and then down to her cheeks. If she moved his hand would have stopped her. Forced her to sit and have this done. No swallowing, or sucking. he would have overflowed her mouth soon anyway. But she did not move. She knew her place. Knew that she was his slut, and that this marking was proof of that. Was proof of his control over her in this moment. He could not imagine how much she might have wanted it like that either. But her face never moved, and her cries were nothing short of orgasmic to his ears.

Four. It dripped from her lips, and off her chin, ran down her neck in hot little rivulets, and fell scalding over her breasts and nipples. Drops of molten desire, falling endlessly. Spattering the lovely hills of her chest, exploding on the perfect peaks and falls of her face like a napalm rain. They were making love like war. And she was scorched earth.

Five. Six. Seven. He could not count. His mind savaged as much by this as her features. But it ended. Eternity lasts barely a few minutes it seemed. Her face looked back at him, her mouth closing over the weakly shaking head of his cock. Sucking sweetly, then more fervently. As if desperate to taste those last few warm drops from the source. Her mouth swallowing his waning shaft all the way to it's root, and her tongue swirling around. Like she might coax him back to life. Like this might happen all over again. her eyes still alive, still wanting. Behind cum covered glasses. Her face sticky with his seed, and her eyes daring him to do it all again. Fuck me, they said. Fuck me, I can take it, I want to be broken, to be used. To be your sweet little doll. I can take it all. Her eyes said all that to him, bewildered him, dared him to stare harder into her beautiful, wicked and wanton cum soaked face. His eyes closed first.

When they opened, her lips were pulling from his cock, and she never looked lovelier. Never looked like more a wanton slut than now. Truly his, marked, fucked, and claimed. He kissed her lips, tasting himself just for a moment, pulled them away sticky. He reached for a towel and slowly matted and cleaned her face, the best he could. Her chest. Her hair even. But the glasses he removed, and left dirty, on his desk. Sitting on there stems with his cum drying on them. His arms then wrapped around her. Protectively. Large hands cradling her stomach. They'd sleep now, together. Until morning. He'd clean her clothes tonight. And he'd see her shower before work. And they'd smile, and be polite.

But now, whenever he sits at his desk, and sees those glasses. he will remember her for how filthy she was. How pure her enjoyment.

His slut.

~Finis~​