School…

The beginning adventures of the naughty tree of learning

The temptation of innocence

the desire to taint the clean

the lure of perfection to

the path of evil

the hunger to taste

to nibble

to consume the forbidden

to feel the sweetness coat

your devilish ways.

xoxoxo

~NN~

I watched the couple next door this morning.  I sat quietly on my front porch swing sipping my morning coffee.  I was careful to not sway the swing and cause it to squeak.  I wanted to remain hidden behind the big spruce tree with its skeleton like limbs dangling from the trunk.

They were at her car.  She was barely dressed in a worn thin t-shirt and undies and him in his boxers. They were fighting.  Horrible words spewing from perfectly formed lips.  I could hear the passion in each insult and intimacy in each sob.

Someone was accused of cheating.  Who cheated first?  Each was accusing the other, demanding their secret lover’s name.

My gasp was almost audible as her finger flew towards my house and pointed straight where I was sitting, hiding.

“THAT WHORE? THAT WHORE THERE?  YOU’VE BEEN FUCKING HER?”  Disbelief echoing.

I slide lower on my seat.  Smiling.  We’ve never fucked.  I’ve never had the desire to rip his clothes off and ride his cock till my legs turned to jell-o.  But, I wouldn’t mind tying him to my bed right now and torture him until his cock is ready to explode just to find out how I was brought into this fight.

“NO!” he argues back.  “I jus…. ” he stammers back.

“You just what?!  You just have her pictures in your room, on your computer for what?  Cum stains on the walls and carpet.  God knows what you and her have done in that bed!  I can’t believe that I just got off of that bed after you JUST FUCKED me!  Your naughty dick sliding in and out of me.  I bet you thought nothing of her, huh?”

She grabs his crotch and cups his balls.  I can see him pleading with her and trying to reason his way out of her hold.  I can’t hear all that he is saying, but I know I am in involved.  His eyes dart towards me.  I’m a little intrigued and wish I could get closer.  I do fear that she would come and kick my ass right now if she knew I was there.  I wonder if he realizes how unbelievably sexy she is right now.  Her eyes are blazing and her lips plump.  Her hair still tousled from their last trump in the bed.  He leans in and whispers in her ear. She lets go of his groin and steps back.  The fire was dancing in her eyes.

She gestures at me again, “SHE’S TEACHING YOU WHAT?  THE SIGNS OF A SLUT?”

I really don’t want to giggle, but the absurdity is ridiculous.  I don’t know what pictures he could possibly have of me.  Cum stains, that I can understand.  I’ve seen him rub the bulge in his pants around me before.

He steps back and a little closer to me.  She moves opposite him like some fucked up dance.  Finally he gets her backed up against the car before I can hear him growl to her, “She’s teaching me how to FUCK YOU! And, I think you like the pay-offs from my lessons.  You want to talk about sluts, you are my little slut.  If it wasn’t for her I would never have known the ways to make you beg for me to fuck your ass.  To slide my cock so far in you could taste my cum.  You like it when I spank your clit too.”  I can see the flush in her cheeks.  He closed the distance and his body is pressing on hers.  His boxers stretch as he hardens.  She stands there speechless as he pulls her hands to the top of the car and spins her around.  Her breasts smash against the window as he holds her in place.  His hard cock jutting up and down out of his boxers.  He runs his hands under her panties and against her slit.  He places his fingers in her mouth… “You still taste me, don’t you?”  He spreads her ass cheeks and drives right in.  She screams out and yells… “YOU FUCKER!”

He only hesitates a moment before he smacks her ass.  “You won’t talk to me like that, again.”

For some reason I felt proud at that moment.  I knew what game he was playing now.  He fucked her hard against her car.  And, when he came, he came all over her cherry red ass cheeks before letting her turn around.  He ripped open her t-shirt exposing her perky breasts to the morning air.  He bent down to suck and nibble.  She sucked in her breath as she began to tremble.  I knew she had to be aching for her own release, but would he give it to her?

He releases her breasts leaving them taught and hard.  He was fighting hard not to fuck her again on the car.  He finally instructs her to go inside… “Be a good Pet and start the water.  Then, the next one that cums will be you, all over my face.”

I almost felt deflated that no one else was around to witness.  I couldn’t help but find that I was wet and wanting fucked after watching.

I wonder when he is going to tell her that we’ve never fucked?

 As my knees hit the floor I winced.  I tried not to let her see my pain, but my eyes deceived me.  Tears slowly began to escape and moisten my cheek.  She circled me slowly as I sat propped on my heels.  She ran her riding crop up the middle of my back.  My body obviously trembling.

She loosened the strings of my bodice allowing me to take in a deeper breath and giving my breasts room to spill out of their own prison.

“Oh, Bella.”  Mistress sighed as I heard the creak of her leather pants as she knelt down behind me.

“Bella, Bella, ” she continued as she ran her hand up the back of my neck into my hair.  She held a fist full of my soft locks tightly as she bent my head backwards. 

She pierced my eyes with hers, but at the same time melted my heart when she spoke.

“I am very upset with you.”  She began.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Do you understand why?” she questioned.

“Yes, Mistress, I broke your rules.”  I confessed.

“Yes, Bella, you broke rules, but you have strained my trust as well.  Today, my love, you will be punished by my leading hand.  You will relinquish your weaknesses and in trade you will gain obedience.  Your actions last night may have been permissible, had you asked.  But, to stay in my house, you must obey me as I obey Master.  Is this clear?”

“Yes, Mistress.  My flesh is yours to use to strengthen my soul for you.  I ask your forgiveness, Mistress. 

My mouth screaming for the taste of her lips.  I could smell her sweet breath so teasingly close.  As if knowing my desires, she ran the tip of her black leather crop over my parched mouth.  She released my hair leaving the base of my head tingling from the tightness.  Mistress reaches over to the table and swings open the door.  With the leather still on my lips, I knew not to move.

Within seconds, I felt the familiar feel of the rope cross my wrists.  She expertly tied my hands in place.  I knew this was going to be a long day, but deep down I was excited.  I had Mistress all to myself.  Her luscious body and velvet tones were only meant for me today.  Even though I was being punished, I feared I strayed purposefully.  My soul ached for a leader in my misfit life.  As I sat there writhing in my restraints, my body writhed to be her Pet…her slave.

“Up!” she demands, snapping me back to the moment.  I stand and wait.  I know I have earned a spanking, a flogging if you will, but how and when is the mystery.  Mistress leads me to the polished spanking block.  Oh, how I wished to be stretched across her bed instead.  Lying with my bosom pressed against the angry wood and my cheek pressed flat, I hunger to peek in the long mirror in my distance.

“Uh-uh, Bella, turn your head.”  She says in an almost mimic.

I turn to lie on my right cheek which causes a slight strain in my lower back.  I try to wiggle just enough to ease the tense muscle but I immediately stopped in my selfish thoughts as Mistress’s red paddle smacks hardly against my ass cheeks.  A small groan escapes out of surprise and the intense sting from paddle.  Mistress instructs me lay higher on the block.  I try to inch my way closer to the end, and still closer.  I feel the edge of the wood beginning to press into my hip bones when she tells me, “Good, there.”

I feel my ass perched high in the air.  She gently kicks the inside of my ankles to spread my stance.  I feel the hardness of the paddle as she traces the inside of my legs, up my thighs, and across my nether lips.  She rests her left hand in the small of my back and prepares again to deliver another blow.  As I feel the sensations from the rich oak against my skin, I couldn’t help but watch Mistress’ ass tighten and relax as her displeasure released onto my bottom. 

 With each pop of the paddle…sometimes hard…sometimes harder…I watched her ass.  I could almost taste the nectar that hid under her leather.  Laying there stretched out for my bad behavior I couldn’t stop imagining Mistress’ bottom high in the air, my hands separating her ass cheeks wide, and diving into her sweet holes. 

Mistress had mastered the art of spanking, in my opinion.  I could never guess what, where, or how the next strike would lie.  And, at times, it was much more than I thought I could bare.  But, this time, Mistress did not seem to mind my guttural moans. The look of pleasure in her eyes as she watched my ass redden and whelp in front of her simply delighted me.

I counted a dozen slaps to my rear.  I could feel the rush of blood as it heated the marks.  With her hand still on my back, she grabbed the back of my thong tightly causing my pussy over the sides of the black material.  Kicking my feet further apart short of the point of no longer balancing on them, Mistress words flowed over me like honey. 

“Aaahh, my Bella, your ass.  Your pussy…..her words paused as she rubs one cheek then boldly brings her hand down sharply surely leaving an imprint…So beautiful.”  Again, she rubs to find the perfect spot before bringing her hand down sharply.  “Do you not find mine to your liking?”  She humbly asks before the third hand print emerges.

“Yes, Mistress, I insist that all I can think about is your perfect body.  And how I await your wish for me to taste you and please you.”

“Then why…. a loud smack echoes throughout and I let out a cry as I let the latest hit sink in….then why did you find it necessary to dance with that woman?”

When I didn’t answer right away, Mistress continued.  But, my pause only increased the length of my spanking.  “Are you so weak that you will dance with any woman, or man, that asks you?  I told you you would always be tested until you can prove your fidelity to me.  I felt you had earned an evening out.  Out by yourself.  I gave you instructions.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I whimper as the weight of the evening crashes on me and Mistress resumes punishing my backside.  But, this time she pauses herself. 

Grabbing the ropes with my panties still grasped, forcing my back to arch sharply, she runs her hand the length of my thigh stopping on my strained labia. 

She rubs the soft gentle mounds forced around the lace.  She slides her finger between my lips.  My thong was drenched.  Even through the stinging whelps, my desire to be hers excited me.  I wanted more from her, of her.  I would obey.

Continuing to rub my cunt as she spoke, “You could dance, but alone.  You could drink, but not get drunk.  And you were to be home when I stated.  Bella, those were three.  And, yes, your punishment will be in threes.”  She places  her long middle finger into her mouth to wash off my juices.   “But, in the end, you will be rewarded for your penitence. This was number one…”

~*This was a project I started probably a year and a half ago and abandoned in chapter 4.  A project which started before I had even ever heard of Twilight.  So, no, Edward’s Bella and my Bella have nothing in common nor is that where I picked the name.  But,  I had a dream about Bella last night.  I raced to the blogs to reread and sink my teeth back into the story.  I sadly found it was not here.  So, today, I will post Chapter 1 in hopes that you like “my Bella” as much as I do.  Many Licks and Nibbles… NN *~

CHAPTER 1

 ”On your knees, Bella!”  Mistress scowled.

I fell heavily to the floor with instant regret.  I knew she was angry.  I knew that when she bolted my door shut after I got home last night.I fumbled with the front door latch which I knew then was causing too much noise.  I froze in the entryway as I heard the familiar ping from Mistress’s stiletto evening shoes echo on the hardwood.  Her shadow propped ominously in the frame of her heavy door.  Her perfect silhouette taunting me.  I could make out the black fabric barely covering her perfect figure.

I continued to fumble my way in.  I re-bolted the front door and staggered down the basement stairs where Mistress had me a lovely room built.

But, the laughter from the evening was beginning to be replaced with bile.  I had betrayed the trust and rules of Mistress.

I heard the ping again of her shoes as she descended the stairs.  I held my breath as I turned from my own bedroom doorway and looked up to her pursed lips.

When she was angry, Mistress spoke very little.  I had learned this in my 6 months of her adoption of me.  She chose me to be trained as her slave, but I feared tonight, the punishment would again be abandonment.

Mistress grabbed my face and brought my lips close to hers.  She licked my bottom lip and then forced her tongue into my mouth.  I eagerly kissed her magnificent mouth just hoping she was only letting me by with a warning.

“BITCH!” she proclaimed as she released my face and slapped my right cheek hard.  I could hear the contact of the blow ring in my ears long after the necessary punishment was received.  My eyes began to tear and my knees were unsteady.

“Vodka?”  She stated more out of aggravation than as a question.

I knew not to speak.  She did not want to hear anything from me this evening.  So I stood silently with tears in my eyes as she turned quickly in her sheer black nighties and slammed my bedroom door. 

My chest heaved in disappointment as I heard the bolt and chain slide across the oak door’s bosom.

I would spend tonight alone with my sins waiting for daylight.

I didn’t even undress.  I laid across my bed in my knee length red leather dress and black knee high leather boots.  Even with the four inch heels, Mistress still towered over me.  And, with the toxins taking affect, I drifted off to a fretful sleep feeling very saddened and small.

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The bump of the club’s music drowned out almost any intelligible conversation.  That was good.  My words were nothing but a string of slurs.  I could hear Lady Gaga’s voice in my head as she sings to me.

I wasn’t drinking red wine, but all I could do was dance.  I found it ironic that as she sang “people moving too fast”, I noticed the blur of movement around me.

I could feel strong hands resting on my hips as they moved with me.

My ass nuzzled into his engorged crotch. I felt myself fall free of all restraints and feel my body give into the beat.

And…

That is all I remembered.

…Until later.

I don’t know when the later was, but I remember awakening.I opened my eyes to blackness.  I opened my mouth to muffles.  My arms stiff.  And, my pussy pounded.  As I tried to shake myself awake, I was aware I wasn’t dreaming.

I could feel the heat from the man laying behind me.  His strong hands gripped at my breasts and his cock was buried deep inside me.  His thrusts were deep and forceful.

I began to fight the best I could.  My noises were small coming around the tape but loud enough for him to hear me.

“Oh, good.  You’re awake.”  He tells.

Good I’m awake?  What the hell?

He slides his cock out of my pussy and tells me, “I wanted you to be awake for this.”

I struggle to free my hands.  I could feel what I could only assume as cable ties keeping my wrists behind my back, and around my ankles too.

I listened to the noises around me.  My mind was as smokey as my hair smelled.

The bar.

Panic set in as I realized what was happening.  I had been kidnapped.

And, I was being raped.

I could tell that I had been fucked.  Between my legs were wet and sticky.

At that time, I heard the pop of a bottle and the squeeze sound gel makes leaving its container.  The man behind me began rubbing my tightened asshole.  He managed to slip two lubed fingers inside me despite all my efforts.  “Relax, Doll Baby.  I’ve been waiting for this.  I wanted you to be awake for the best part.”

My mind began thinking many things at once.  He had called me Doll Baby.  Not Hannah.  Hannah was my birth name and my ‘real world’ name. Only my boss calls me that along with the other co-workers and business professionals I deal with, until they get to know me.  My friends all call me Doll Baby.

This fucker knew me.

My eyes begin to tear behind the scarf.  I could still feel the alcohol swimming in my veins.  I had to think.  Think. Think.

As I began to squirm around the bed to at least work the scarf off, everything stopped.

I felt as if a branding rod was shoved through my core.  The stinging as my ass stretched over his thick cock took my breath away.  I could hear him moaning his enjoyment behind me.  Then the stinging stopped.  A faint whiff of benzocaine filled my nose.  I had to giggle at myself for thinking in this absurd predicament that I was at least impressed he had used desensitizing lube.

He continued to work his cock in and out of my ass.  He held onto the cable tie at my wrists to keep me on my side.  He was considerably stronger than me in this position.  I felt queasy.  But, I couldn’t ignore the meaty tumescence that pumped my bottom as I continued to try and scream.

The room echoed.  His hand caught my left ass cheek.  I could feel the sting and heat immediately.  He rubs his handprint before landing another blow.  He whispers to the back of my neck, “Relax.  I’m not going to hurt you.  I’m just going to fuck you.”

Holding me tight, he sits me up into his lap as he swings our legs over the bed.  The door opens and shuts.  “Good.”  A new voice says.  “She’s awake.”

A warm hand strokes the side of my face.

“Are you scared?” His deep southern voice asks.

I shake my head yes.

“I’m going to pull the tape off.  Please don’t scream.  And, I’m sure, every time you try to move your legs away his cock goes deeper.  So, Doll Baby, I want you to sit there like a good girl.”

I felt the coolness of a wet cotton ball slide under the edge of the tape.  I could smell the rubbing alcohol.  He was dissolving the adhesive of the glue.  So far, I wasn’t being physically hurt; I had to admit.

As soon as my lips were free, my voice broke into sobs asking, questioning, demanding answers.  Why was I here.  Why were they doing this to me.  Knowing the buzz of the night still lingered, my thoughts were sober.

The owner of the Southern drawl found my lips with his.  His tongue forced his way in and withdrew quickly as my teeth began to nip anything of his I could find.

I began to think that was a mistake.

I was yanked so quickly from his friend’s cock that I heard the pop as he left my ass. My breasts and tummy pressed firmly into his knees and thighs as I felt my head dangle towards the floor.  I was instantly reminded of a naughty lass being punished by daddy.

However, reality set in as his large hand alternated from ass cheek to ass cheek. He continued to reprimand me for misbehaving as I lay sprawled in his lap as a 6 year old with feelings of sexual awareness mixed with my 26 year old body.

My pussy involuntarily tightened and moistened.

I heard him growl to his friend to cut loose my legs.

There must have been a look of uncertainty because my spanker ensured him I would behave.

I felt the plastic leave my ankles.  He spread my legs apart with one of his opening my holes up to the cool air of the room.

As he held my arms over my head, he continued to manipulate what had become very tender skin with the skilled slap of his hand.  His friend was eager to delve into my sensitive folds.  My asshole was still open from his intrusion.  My pussy became stretched…and wet…as I felt him fill me with his four fingers.

My body continued to betray my mind.

My pussy clamped around his thrusting fingers.

My body thundered with each blow.

“She’s ready,” He stated with a voice of power.  A voice not accustomed to argument.  And he was ready.  I could feel his groin stiff and ready against my belly.

***
My fate was determined without my consultation.  I was going to be fucked.  And, these two were going to be the cocks that fucked me.

He pushed me to my feet so fast I was dizzy.  I smelled again the familiar smell of rubbers and heard that familiar pop of the cock being covered.  Then, the moan of the mattress as his weight rocked the bed.

“Doll Baby, you are going to stradle my legs and mount me. Your sweet little pussy is going to sit on my cock like I am your lover just coming home from war.  I want to feel your tightness swallow me.”

I felt his friend guide my hips to his knees bent on the bed.  My hands dangled helplessly as the small of my back.  Once my skin touched his, one hand left my right hip and grabbed the tie around my wrists and continue to push me forward.

“Climb on the bed,” he whispered into my hair.  “I’d hate to have to spank you again so soon.  And, I will use the wooden paddle.  By the look of your ass right now, I wouldn’t chance the bruises.  However, I wouldn’t mind in the least to see you bleed…a little,” he hissed more than whispered this time.

I spread my knees and climbed onto the bed.  I could feel the heat from his thighs as mine crossed over.  I could feel his full testicles and hard manhood.  I couldn’t help but gasp as his thickness rubbed against what I could not deny was my swollen clit.  And then he was inside me.  My pussy stretched to meet his width.  I was determined to remain mute.

But, a slight moan escaped my lips.  I couldn’t recall my pussy being filled with such size.

“That’s it…open up for me.  You think you are full now.  You have no idea how full you
can be.”  He sings to me as his hands hold my hips to rock and sway me over his as his
friend cups and pinches my breasts.  His friend finds my mouth and I let him kiss me.  As pissed as I was, I was beginning to feel safe.  Even though I couldn’t see.

“That’s it, Doll Baby.  Take me deep.”  He growls.

“Sweet pussy isn’t it?”  The other interjects.  His voice sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place it.  He must have been the one to fuck me while I was out.  Bastard.

I subconsciously tuned their voices out.  It was frustrating enough that my body was betraying me.  I knew what I should be doing.  And, I knew what I always thought I would do.

Fight. Kick.  Scream.  Spit.  Anything to keep their vile dicks from intruding on my sex.

Yet, here I was riding his cock almost now willfully.  I just could not make myself ignore
how wonderful my body was beginning to feel.  The warmth of his hands on my hips as he rocked me over his body and then the tease on my nipples from the other.  I began to ignore that I remained restrained behind my back.

I dug deep to find my inner strength.  My pride.  I could here my voice cry out to them,”Who are you!!??  How do you know me?”

“Oh, Doll Baby.  Don’t worry.  We know all about you.  We know what Barbie you played with when you were 8.  We know you started your period at 13.  We even know who you fucked at
your ‘Sweet 16′ birthday party.”

Tears welled up once more.  My emotions were in a tsunami for a lack of better words.  I was more frightened at his references and then terrified as my pussy so eagerly yearned to be fucked.  I could feel my nipples hard and rigid.  Every sense was heightened.

I couldn’t help but scream.

That’s when I could feel him move us in the bed.  His friend continued to hold my hands with one hand and move to hold my face in the other.  I leaned my flushed cheek into his palm as my core continued to take thrust after thrust.

And…

That’s when pain shook my body…

…To pleasure.

***

My body screamed as I felt my delicate ass engulfed by the other’s cock.  My voice echoed
against the walls.

He muted me quickly with the taste of a leather ball.  He was hasty with the buckle as my hair tangled.

I HATE my hair pulled.

Angry, I twisted.

Hungry, they fucked me.

I felt both cocks fight for unison as they found their rhythm.

I chewed the ball forced into my mouth as lightening shot throughout my body.

Pleasure began to creep and crawl from my toes up.

As I fought my building orgasm…he spoke.

“Hannah, love, I have waited for this day.  Your words throughout the years have brought me many fantasies as I filtered through your letters to find yours.  I watched your long blonde hair grow…your braces come off.  I’ve seen your old birthday invitations stored in shoe boxes….  I know your favorite smell of summer.”

I began to sob as his words processed in my brain, down to my heart.  “Michael?”

“It’s time,” he said.

My scarf was slid down.  The gag loosened.  The room was dark except for a tiny night-light in the corner.  I recognized the room except for one thing.  It wasn’t mine.  It was identical except for the furnishings.

I fought hard to catch my breath as I was stretched and fucked beyond comprehension.  I
cringed as I continued to accept two cocks at once.  Double penetration was something I
surely only fantasized about.

But…I’ve seen this room.

As I felt the cable holding my wrist release, I arched back to meet His eyes.

“Terry?” I gasped.

“Oh, Doll Baby, cum for us….” One moaned.

EPILOGUE
of
The Taking of Hannah
The Fetish Series: Submissive Dance

The waitress came by and filled up our coffee cups. She was kind of enough to ignore our
exhausted expressions.  Being up 36 hours tends to have an affect on a person.  But, I would have gladly stayed up a 36 hours more.

Michael and Terry set across from me.

Terry was my room mate’s brother.  He lived three doors down at our town house complex
held for him by our widowed landlord of a Vietnam Vet.  His best friend…brother if I didn’t know better…Michael, sat next to me with his hand caressing my thigh.

I was 16 the last time I saw them both, 10 years ago.  They were 21.  I stood with Bella as she watched Terry, her brother and protector, and Michael step onto the terminal of Southwest airlines in their GI fatigues.  I held her hand as we blew kisses and waved good-bye.

I cried as I feared Afghanistan would claim their lives.  I vowed to be their pen-pal.  I kept my promise.  And through heartache and celebrations, I wrote them.  I shared intimate
moments and cried on the stationary I sent them.

But, here I sat in overwhelming orgasmic afterquakes as a grown women searching their
experienced eyes.

“Hannah, you have brought many a sleepless nights slumber.  Your scent and innocence has brought despair to comfort.  I couldn’t do for Bella what I know we can only offer to you.”  Michael softly spoke.

“Which is?”  I barely choked out.

“Us.”  Terry confidently added.

I searched their eyes back and forth to seek the truth.  It was Terry to succumb his eyes first, and it was Michael that spoke as he slid a large blue box across the table.  I eyed the black ribbon suspiciously.

“We displayed our act of loyalty in giving you one of your guiltiest of fantasies last night.  Saturday night…we make you ours and vow to protect and care for you.  Now, you will give us ours.  Are you ready?”

With that he gracefully got up and left.  I sat alone at the small table with this beautiful box.  I pulled the bow and removed the lid.  Inside was a beautiful spandex dress with a zippered front, matching thigh highs, garters, and a new pair of 3 inch stilettos.

The card read….

Midnight.
Saturday.
Our table as last night.

In hopeful SUBMISSION,
Sir Michael…and Terry.

I close my eyes as finally the tears of suppression leak forward.  I remember the boom of the music from the night before.  I remember the relief as I watched them walk through the
door thinking I must be seeing ghosts.  I remember my relenting as their hands touched me and nuzzled softly inside my neck kissing gently as I swayed to the music…

…The end? More »

Her Turn

I know he watches me.  I can see him in the shadows.  But, he doesn’t frighten me.  I like this game he has created.

I watched him move in across the street.  He moved the few boxes he had quickly and with little effort.  His sweaty tshirt tossed helplessly aside.  I couldn’t take my eyes off the flex and release of his biceps.  The tension in his back and tightening of his muscles yearned for the soft touch of a massage.  I closed my eyes and I could see my manicured hands kneading away the stress.

I see his shadow in his window when I get home.  I didn’t at first.  I don’t know how long or how many evenings he was there waiting for me.  I could just imagine his hot, sticky body cooling in the breeze as he undressed from his heavy work clothes.

As he stood there undressed, I undress for him.  My tight skirt and blouse just aching to be tossed aside.  I wonder if he thinks of me at work, sitting at my desk while my skirt creeps higher and higher just enough to show the top of my stockings and the delicate clips holding them in place.  I wonder if he knows the tease of the fabric on my bare mound?  I pretend that he does.

I speak heavily into the phone as if it was his ear I was whispering in, leaning close enough to leave a lipstick trace and a trance from my perfume.  I know he wants me.

I imagine the hardness growing across the street as I clip my loose hair out of the way before slowly working on each button of my blouse perhaps lingering just a little longer on each button.

I wonder when he finally takes his cock in his hand, when he begins to shift with desire.  Is it when I take one bra strap from my shoulders at a time or does he wait till my frame fills the window and I let him get a view of my supple breasts?

I smile, maybe smirk in his direction.  I tease my nipples into attention.  As my nipples harden I can feel my clit swell and juices build.  If he wants to watch, then I must perform.

Slowly I enter the glass cock to my lips.  I push the shaft deep into my mouth as if I was swallowing him.  I imagine him squeezing his own erection a little tighter……maybe even tight enough to feel the slide of my pussy walls up and down his shaft.  I tease my inner thighs just a bit as I he would with his swollen purple head……..leaving a sticky trail of precum.  And, then as urgency erupts, I force the cock deep inside with one quick movement.  The sudden fill causes me to throw my head back and moan.  Instantly my hand is covered with my nectar as I continue to thrust myself.  My excitement builds as I feel his eyes on my sweet spot.  As my body quivers and orgasms almost uncontrollably, I can almost feel his own cock heat and explode.

Gaining composure and smoothing my skirt back down to cover my wetness like the closing of the shades, I place my precious friend back into the drawer for another day.

His Turn

She knows I watch.  I can tell from the smirk on her face.  The way she turns, or the way she runs her hands down her shapely hips to smooth her tight skirt.  The tight navy skirt that I imagine she wears to the office with the 2 inch heels, thigh highs, and garter belt holding her stockings in place.

Some days I imagined her in thongs and some days nothing at all.  Some days I imagined it was her talking to me as she hurried to make a phone call.  That smile.  Those sexy red lips.  Her eyes sparkled when the sun shone in through the windows.

The open windows that I watched her in……..

I know I come home hot and salty.  My heavy work clothes and boots cause tension and weight on my muscles.  But, she makes me forget it all.

I peer with lust and longing from my window to hers.  I keep my binoculars close at hand.  I’d get a telescope but my tiny apartment can’t house it……..so, I’ll watch this way.

I want her.  I want her to take her full pouty lips and suck my cock.  It throbs for her.  As my day ticks by, I find myself hurrying home before she does so I can watch.  I want to watch her as she enters the door from the street, disappearing into the bosom of the building and then reappearing through her front door as if by magic.  I want to watch her toss her keys to the side and slip off her heels, one-by-one.

I want to help.

As she slowly rolls down her stockings, I can’t ignore my desire any longer.  One hand holds the binoculars tight to my eyes for a quick glimpse of her pussy as she removes the confines of her day and the other hand frees my bulge from the denim keeping me prisoner.

My hot cock fills my hand as I stroke it.  It’s hot flesh burning the palms.  I love it.  I love to feel my veins swell while I watch her.  She is just teasing me, and I know it.  She flips that long soft blond hair around before piling it on top of her head.  She slowly unbuttons her blouse in such a teasing and succulent way that I must control my load from spewing on the window sill.

I know she feels me watching.

I feel her eyes burn in my direction.  She knows my cock is rocking in my hand mimicking the gentle then forceful thrusts that would stretch her pussy and send her to orgasm after orgasm.

Peeling the bra straps from her shoulders, she turns square in the window frame.  Freeing her large breasts she sighs and smiles.  Yes…..yessss…….  She cups her breasts one by one and massages the lines from the snug fabric away.  Her nipples harden under her breath.  My dick continues to thicken…….but, I have to hold on……just a bit more.

Without leaving sight she reaches into the drawer next to her.  I can make out the phallic shape.  My mouth waters just watching her.  I can feel the precum leaving a sticky trail as I pump my shaft.  Oh……

She runs the glass dildo around those immaculate lips lubricating it for her love hole.  Sliding the glass cock up the inside of her thighs, she hikes her leg high allowing me full view and ample room for entrance.  She plunges it in deep and fast.  I can almost hear her screams.  As she fucks herself and nestles her clit in between her thumb and forefinger, I can see the ecstasy on her face.  Yes…..that is my cock she feels.  I know she thinks it.  I can feel how tight her pussy clamps and holds me as she fights for her orgasm.  My own orgasm flowing through her as I squeeze my cock tight at the base and watch my cum spill out…..shoot out rather.  Leaving its mark on the window, I let the cum slide down.  I place the binoculars to the side and leave the window for another day.

The Fetish Series:

By my Master’s Hand

The two fingers slid in again, this time more quickly.

And out.

With each thrust of his mighty hand she squirmed.

“Ssssh, sssh,” I comforted.  “Do you trust us?”

She turns her beautiful green eyes towards me and bites her bottom lip.  It takes all my restraint not to lean over and kiss her.  That single seductive movement leaves me weak in the knees every time.  But, this wasn’t about me.

“Yes,” she barely escapes before Master’s hand thrusts forward and his thumb grazes her swollen clit.

“Comfort her,” Master instructs.

“Yes, Master,” I eagerly respond.

I raise to my knees on the cushion next to Vanessa.  Her long red hair beginning to dampen with sweat and cling to her naked body.  I gently blow on her heated skin as I move her hair out of the way.  I am pleased to see her nipples harden even more and the little bumps on her aureole constrict towards those perfect long peaks.

“Comfort her Mia!  Not turture her even more.  I can do that by denying her orgasm.”  Master justly reprimands.

“Forgive me, Vanessa?”

“Yes,” she again manages to escape.

I lean over her again where she sits with her flesh and beauty exposed.  Her knees wide open for Master’s pleasure and her hands tightly grasping her cushion.  My mouth fills with her cooled nipples.  I’m able to smell the lingering scent of her bath soap.  Aaahh, a freshly pampered pet.

“She smells so good, Master.”

“If you think her skin smells good then you should taste her juices.”

He has slowed his thrusts in and out of her slick hole.  Not to give me time to suckle her dancing pearl, but to cause an almost agonizing desire to cum.  He has fucked me this way before and honestly my own pussy was quivering with wanton desire.  But, again, this Pet was for him to enjoy first.  It was my gift.  And, to find someone in such a stark contrast of me.  You could say we were the perfect vision for the yen and the yang, her creamy vanilla skin and mine dark chocolate.

I eased my body over her lap so I could reach her hungry hole.  Master kept his fingers deep inside her slowly wiggling as I teased her clit from above.  My soft breast rested in her lap and my own sticky pussy was close enough to tease her.

“May I touch her?”  She asked Master.

“Look at me when you speak!”  he scolded.

(Oh, she has much to learn I thought, but pleased that Master was taking an interest to teach.)

“Sorry, Sir.  May I touch her?”  She pleads again as her eyes lock with his.

“Yes, Little Pet, you may.”

As I continue to lap the juices Master has made, Vanessa slowly explores body.  First my supple breasts grazing her thighs and then slowly up to my hot pussy.  I was freshly waxed and knew I felt good, but her soft hand caused me to shiver.  I let out a little moan not only because it felt good but to let Master know this Pet pleases me as well.

“Do you like what you see, Pet?”  Master questioned.

“Oh, yes, Sir, I do.  She is so beautiful.”

“No, she is my Perfect Goddess,” he corrected.

“Yes, Sir.  Thank you for letting me touch her.  May I taste her?”  Vanessa whispered as I gave her clit a tiny nibble.

“Don’t be greedy Little Pet.  You must prove yourself first.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I loved the way she purred Sir.  I know Master did to.  I could almost see the corners of his mouth turn to wicked grin when she spoke.

“Master, she is about to explode.”  Her clit was bright red and hot with desire.  I could hear her heavy pants.  I was patient for this orgasm.  I wanted to watch the pleasure from her release wash over her.  I move from her delicious mound and trace my tongue back to her breasts where I tease with a quick suck before finding her lips.  My fingers find her nipples and pinch and slowly roll.  My tongue crushes into hers and let her bask in the sweet taste from her own cunt.  I could feel Master pumping wildly into her hole.  Her body bounced, and I tightened my grasp on her nipples.  I release her mouth so we both could watch her pussy being fucked.  Master held her hips in place with his left hand pressing down on her pubic bone while his right hand feverishly fucked her.  His fingers moved so fast that it was hard to see them.  With each blurring thrust you could hear the smack and slosh of her pre-cum dripping from her hole and covering his hand.

“Oh, yes.” Master moans.  “You can do it.”

My own breath is held.

Vanessa begins in a slow shake.  I see her body flush and then almost violently convulse.  She lets out a wail as Master moans yes again.   Her juices squirt hard against the wall behind him.  She fights to regain control of her quivering body.  I kiss back the wet locks of hair from her face and kiss her lips gently.  As she enjoys her moment in Euphoria, Master whispers in her ear….

“I told you I could make you squirt.  All you had to do was Trust me…”

©The Naked Nurse
2008
www.theofficialnakednurse.com

Aaahhh…the fetish.  The one secret desire we harbor on rainy days and close our eyes to masturbate to.  The lifeline, the spine, of orgasmic pleasure.

Join me again, as we finish The Virginal Blood as we enter the continuation of ….

The Fetish Series

Bathed in the Virgin’s Blood

1970’s

The music blared.

As he took his fingers out of her pussy, he sucked them in front of her.

“You want to taste…don’t you?”  he badgered.

“uuuhhhh huh” she shook her head no.

Confused yet delighted at how she felt, the thought of tasting her own wetness gave her a sense of nausea.  But, as she licked her lips to ease her queasiness, she felt the warmth of her own blood.

Mmmmm, she couldn’t explain it.  She felt transformed. 

Stretching her hands high over her head as if reborn and waving to her new gods, he seized her.  His palms grasping hers and the weight of his body as he crossed her throne throwing her off balance, he tasted that warmth.

As his tongue bathed in her trickling lip, it mixed with the sweetness he cleansed from his fingers.  His primordial beast  awakened as her womanhood seeped to life.

He stretched her budding body across the new carpet of his mom’s station wagon.  You could still smell the hint of new interior as his musk hung heavy in the air.

She never made another protest as he hungrily surveyed her body.  She remained hypnotized as he ripped her white shirt button by button exposing the buds underneath…..

….oh, those mouth-watering buds.

He couldn’t resist.  Kneeling over her, he continued to rip.  Her skirt, then panties as she writhed in tranced euphoria.

Then he bit.  Not the nipple, but the beckoning pink areola protecting the hardening crown.  Ohhh, the bite.  A small pool of blood rises from the wound and he leans in to ease the sting.  With her blood rinsed clean from her skin, he savors it with her in one deep kiss, she clings to him as if she is about to fall into an orgasmal abyss.

Her moans….

His cock harder than ever imagined protrudes his tight pants as if to enter her through his denim, he presses deep into her cunt.  He can feel her excitement, desire, and lust saturate his crotch.  He must wrestle free from his denim imprisonment as he tastes her sticky juices dripping from her cunt.

Preparing for their virginal mount, he returns to her raw tit and sucks more life before he enters….and then her lip. 

Teasing her virgin pussy with the hot tip of his cock, he slides along her slit from clit to ass lubricating it for the maiden stretch as she digs her nails into his back drawing his own blood….then gush.

She feels him fill her canal…
She feels the rip as her Hymen breaks free…
She feels the fullness of his thick cock press into her…
and, she screams.

She screams of penance…
She screams of delight…
She screams as her body rebels and quakes…
and, she cums.

He can feel the intense tightness of her virginity give way as her pussy learns to pulse around his own manhood.  He grabs the new shag carpet of his mom’s station-wagon as wave after wave of cum passes between them leaving them bathed in her virginal blood…


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Aaahhh, the virginal blood does dry, but the ecstasy never dies.  She awaits every year for the anniversary of their first fuck.  The routine always the same.  Her birthday…. He comes to make conversation, you know, as any good priest would and wish one of his nuns nothing but good tidings.

The station-wagon is long gone.

The radio no longer plays.

And, the area rug takes place of the new shag carpet, but he still fucks her.

The bite may come once, twice, thrice or even more times.  They may be on her nipple, her neck, even her hungry nether lips…but they fuck with kisses tainted of red until the clock strikes the end….

Ever had a fetish? Don’t lie.

Ever been consumed with one thought, one desire, one fantasy…that one something that puts you on the brink of euphoric and orgasmic completion?

What’s your fetish?

Introducing: The Fetish Series.

Virginal Blood

“I can’t”, she stated.

“Sure you can,” he murmured.

“No, I can’t…I can’t,” she whispers under heavy breaths.

“But you are so wet, so ready,” he pants, as his fingers continues to tease her hungry clit.

“But…,” she bites her lip as she feels his middle finger slide into her tight hole. And, the room spins.

The squeeze between her legs causes her clit to swell, the continuing spin sets in. Her thighs are a blaze at this simple touch. Her mind numbs as if whiskey was poured over every grey matter exposed and seeped into every synaptic crevice possible.

She feels his thrusts as he adds another digit. Her breath gasps as he whispers over her lips….

“Mine…be mine. Won’t you trust me?”

Her mine spastic as new nerve endings come to life. She can feel her own wetness spilling down his hand. Her lip. She can’t stop biting it. This control….two fingers buried deep in her pussy, controlling every movement of hers. She can’t think of any other moment. Any other thought. Any other person…to fuck her.

She can’t stop this feeling of being washed away. Washed away into womanhood that she can only enter if she says yes……

….aaaahhh, as the waves of orgasm cease, she is left with the sweet taste of blood on her lip and the approval for his cock.