Money Will Buy You Everything Pt 2

Time passed differently when one had no idea if it was night or day, whether it had been hours or days.  All she knew was that she had been here for what seemed like an eternity.  Part of her wanted to feel lucky that John was here with her too but another part of her hated that he was here with her, suffering as she was.

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Visiting Santa

Was I on Santa’s lap?  Technically yes.

Was I making a wish?  Maybe?

Did he know what I wanted?  Yes.

Did he know what I needed?  Yes.

I cried out as his gloved hand slapped down onto my upturned bare bottom.

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Trussed Up Pt 1

James heard her showering and walked into the bedroom, tossing his things onto the bed before glancing at the bathroom door.  He smiled a bit, picturing his wife in the shower, water sliding down her body.  He felt his cock stirring at just the thought of her.  And now, he had a few days off for Thanksgiving, Kelly had a few days off from her job as well.  Oooh they were going to have fun.

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No Mercy

Her husband was a football player.  He was 6’7, built like a wall and sexy as hell.  She was smaller, 5’1 but she held her own with him.  She was a firecracker, with an attitude that made up for her height.  For this story we shall call them Melody and Garn.

This night they had been playing around, teasing each other, taunting each other in playful ways.  Through teasing and pushing and shoving they ended up very naked and on the bed, making love.  His huge body was over her smaller one, pounding at her pussy in ways that made her scream and writhe in pleasure.  She clawed at his arms which only made him thrust harder into her, his hands gripping at her waist to keep her in place.

Once Mel had orgasmed multiple times and he braced himself over her, watching her, feeling her body clamping on his.  He rocked his hips slowly,  hearing her gasp softly.  He grinned down at her.

“Can’t handle much more huh?”

She looked up at him, her eyes defiant.  “I can handle anything you throw at me.”

He grinned.  “Is that right?”

She nodded.  “Yes……”

He nodded.  “Let’s put that to the test.”

He slid his cock out of her pussy and flipped her over onto her stomach.  She grunted then he grabbed his belt and secured her arms behind her firmly then he pushed her arms up a bit and began spanking her bottom until she was writhing and bucking, crying out with each hard slap of his hand against her now bright red bottom.  And yet he didn’t stop.  He kept going until his hand ached.

She lay there, breathing hard, unshed tears in her eyes, her ass on fire then he grabbed her hips, lifting her hips up off the bed then reached over, spreading her ass cheeks and began pushing his cock into her ass.  She cried out, groaning loudly as he continued to force his shaft deeper into her.  Her body trembled in front of him as he pushed deeper into her.

Then he reached forward, grabbing her hair, pulling her up off the bed, using her hair like reigns, one hand on her hair, one hand on her lower back and he began sliding in and out of her red ass, causing her to moan louder still.  She writhed before him, panting now then her body jerked and she came, her ass clamping tightly on his cock.

He smiled then continued pounding her ass, dumping his seed into her ass, filling her enough that some of his cum was forced back out.  He then slid out of her ass, still holding her hair then began spanking her ass again until she was crying out, squirming.

He then pulled her up by her hair onto her knees then began fingering her pussy as his other hand moved from her hand to pinch and twist at her nipples.  She writhed against him, crying out, her body trembling as his fingers thrust into her wet pussy over and over again until she screamed out, cumming again.  He didn’t stop though.  He kept his fingers thrusting into her, pushing her over the edge of no return, pushing her to orgasm after orgasm until she was putty against him.

He finally had mercy, turning her onto her side, watching her body shudder.  He lifted her leg up and slid back into her pussy, pounding her without mercy.  She moaned, her body covered in sweat then jerked, cumming again, screaming out for mercy.  He smiled.

“Do you give?”

She opened her eyes slowly and looked up at him.  “Screw you…..” she said weakly.

He grinned.  “With pleasure.”  He thrust into her again, listening to her screams of mercy soon echo off the walls.  And yet no mercy was to be had.  No.  He wanted her to learn just how far he could push her.  And in that, to show her just how much she could take.

Yes, tonight there would be no mercy.

Grey House: Arrival

Men and women alike are taking into and trained at Grey House.  If you wish your fantasy to come true, to experience said fantasy, then your gender, your identity, your color do not matter.  Most of the fantasies, people can’t tell any of those things anyway.

For this article we are going to be following a male we shall call Robert.  Robert is a male in his mid 30s, dark brown hair, green eyes.  In his vanilla life he is a single banker, enjoying money, women and a comfortable life.  But as stated on his application he has “been searching for something more than just sex.  I want someone to make me do things I never would.  I want to not be the dominant one.”

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Like a Bird

She lay on the bed, naked, her hands and ankles locked into a bar that was between her legs, keeping her ass and pussy up in the air.  The side of her face was resting on the bed under her, the blindfold firmly in place over her eyes.  Her ass was red from the spanking he had given her, her pussy glistening from the fucking he had given her.

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The Interview Pt 3

I looked at him, not sure what to say.  I then took a breath and nodded slowly.  “A promise is a promise.”

He smiled and held his hand out.  I looked at him nervously then put my hand into his.  He guided me over to a pair of shackles hanging from the ceiling then lifted my arms slowly, locking them into the shackles.  I jumped slightly as I felt the padded steel lock around my wrists, locking me into place.

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The Interview Pt 2

Marcus leaned back in the chair and smiled faintly.  “Let me tell you about my first time…..”

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I was 18.  I had enjoyed a roll in the hay every now and then but nothing that had really, really made me feel…..great.  I had begun to think at 18 that sex was overrated.  WAY overrated.  Other guys talked about how great it was and I truly thought there was something wrong with me.

Then….I met Cat.

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Behind Closed Doors

She was laying on the bed, legs bound to the corners of the bed.  Her arms were up and bound to the headboard and her mouth had a gag in it that kept her mouth open, allowing sounds but no words.  She squirmed, her bare pussy clenching in anticipation.

He walked in, looking down at his wife, his prize.  Damn, he was lucky to have her, to have a woman that loved this, loved being bound, loved being tormented, loved being teased.  He walked over and put a rope around her leg above her knee and pulled her leg spread to the side a bit more, exposing her wet pussy even more, knowing he was doing the right thing as her toes were curling slightly, a soft moan coming from her parted lips.

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$2.00

He used me like a $2.00 whore.  I am not exaggerating.  It was amazing.  It was terrifying.   Let me explain what happened.

I am single.  It has been a while since I have enjoyed any kind of fun sex.  Regular sex, yeah?  That is easy for find but hardcore, scary as hell, hair pulling sex…..mmmm much harder to find a safe way to do that.  But I have this friend…..perhaps more than a friend but I will call him my friend and he gives off a very…..animalistic appeal.  You look at him and you KNOW without a doubt he is GREAT in bed.  i will call him…..Fang, cause he was kinda like the big bad wolf.

Well we had been talking and I think I had enjoyed one too many drinks because we got onto the subject of non-vanilla sex.  I told him I missed it, I hinted at what I had done in the past (perhaps more than hinted), and he listened.  He told me that if I was interested he could fulfill that need.  I laughed it off a bit but saw the serious look on his face and felt my stomach, and my pussy, quiver in fear.

We talked about longer, giving limits, putting forth rules for both of us then decided on a date, a time, a place.  I agreed.  That is how it started.

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