1. My Gift of Me


    Date: 12/16/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: smiler77, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    belong to?" You ask, and I raise my eyebrows. You repeat the question in a sharper but still patient tone and I bite my lip ever so slightly, my head tilted forward, my eyes daring you, but as adoring as ever. "You." I state, as if you needed to ask! "Good girl, then stop looking at me so bloody defiantly and open your mouth!" You say with a wry smile and I feel a rush of juices expel from somewhere inside me, and in my head I hear the words "I love you!" unspoken, but more real than anything I've known before. I open my mouth of course! I gasp in arousal at how I must look to you, how lucky you must feel to have a little fuck doll, so willing, so eager, yet with an edge that makes you sometimes want to slap her pretty little face until she cries. All of a sudden you're overwhelmed with an urge to slap me. You've never slapped my face before, so I don't recognise the expression on your face as you raise your hand and slap my cheek. All at once I'm filled with a mixture of emotions.. At the forefront, the shock! It subsides quickly and I respond by slapping you right back. I never planned it, it was a reaction! You slap me again harder and again I slap you back, a new emotion creeping into the scenario now. You slap me again and I feel like a naughty puppy! The wounded look I wear arouses you like you've never known, and me too, when I imagine it. As quickly as I can, I make the decision to slap you again. You're quick this time, and my cheek sports a large red hand-print, ...
    yours a small one. If I had time to think about this, I'd probably laugh, or at the very least smile, at how we might look, in the midst of this frenzy, this slapping frenzy that neither of us knows how to conclude. The thrill of it, making us both lose our breathing composure. Our arousal and stubbornness owning us both. Our mutual desire wins the battle in the end, and we cling to each other, our mouths unruly, they seek answers in each other where there are none. Our hands, needing to play their part in this, unite, squeeze. The nerve endings in our fingertips communicate, scream to one another, words only our hearts can comprehend, not our minds. Our tongues try to break themselves in sacrifice, perhaps swap places, they don't know. Nobody does. Your physical need could be insignificant, but it isn't. On your knees now, in front of my face, which no longer looks like mine, contorted by desire. You don't need to command. My mouth opens willingly, no not willingly, desperately. How else can I show you?! I close my eyes as I feel it pass my lips and widen my mouth to accommodate it. "No! Open them!" You tell me, and so I do of course, I look at you as you push it further into my mouth, my hunger only too obvious as I suck and moan. The vibrations born from the moan in my throat, stimulating you, your own moan encouraging me, asking me for more. More is my specialty, so I relax my throat and my hands reach around and grab your arse, pulling you into me, dragging you, no polite ...
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