1. Little Perversions


    Date: 12/14/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: Dancing_Doll, Rating: 31, Source: LushStories

    fetish accoutrements in tow, or meticulous suit and tie meant to signal authority. You weren’t some amateur walking around with his cock in his hand and there wasn’t that typical smear of desperation about you. I remember the unshaved stubble, the angular lines of your face, and a certain primal energy that I tapped into right away. You seemed bored, as though every room of filth you’d just wandered through had offered nothing more unusual than the last. When you walked into mine, you made me want to put on a show for you. Maybe you were surprised that I cared at all about a stranger’s reaction, but as you’d always tease from that night on, ‘Babydoll loves a challenge.’ That night I was wearing the same red shoes I’m wearing now, a collar and leash someone had snapped on me when I’d first arrived and nothing else but cum. Oh, the fucking cum. I know the way it must have glistened on my skin as I moved, impaled on a thick ebony cock in the center of the room. You couldn’t look away as another man spread the cheeks of my ass from behind, seeking to find another willing hole to drive himself into. My body lurched forward until I was prone on my hands and I tilted my head to the side so that I could watch you as you watched me . I think you even enjoyed the way another eager player filled my mouth as they took turns sawing in and out of every well-used orifice. I had rivulets of virgin white running from my ass and chin before I was finally jerked upward by a snap of the leash so ...
    that two bystanders could unload on my breasts. I knew I had you transfixed. I remember the tension in the way you sipped your drink and the way your jaw clenched and unclenched as they fucked and defiled me. I was purely filthy that night and you wanted a way in. Pure adrenaline. That’s what our first meeting felt like, combined with some sense of familiarity. The fact that you didn’t just shed your clothing and join in made me want you even more. The men I’d fucked that night were just props, faceless strangers to explore my sexuality with. You were something special. Now, back in the darkness of my kitchen, wedged in between my thighs as your cock drives into me, you pull me to the very edge of the table. “Time to put on another show for me, Babydoll.” “Oh yeah?” “I want to watch you fuck my cock right now,” you tell me, reaching behind me for the milk jug. Your slow pour spills over my pussy and your half-exposed shaft before dripping down the back of my thighs and onto the floor. “And do it like you mean it,” you urge. I hook my hands behind your neck for leverage and use my abdominal muscles to create momentum as I propel myself back and forth on your cock. “I always mean it," I tell you, pushing the heel of my red shoes firmly into the flesh of your buttocks. “Those damned shoes,” you say. Our foreheads press together as you tug my lower lip with your teeth. “I like having you whenever I want.” “Or whenever I want?” “You’re power tripping.” “Hell, yeah,” I tease back. ...
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