how to kiss a boy
- grab his waist
- slip your hand in his pocket
- steal his wallet
- dont even kiss him
- just run
I’ll post the end about 10 pm EST. The third part is actually my favorite.
Although this is fiction, there are parts that are linked to actual events. (ie. I have been whipped with a belt outside, with my hands on the hood of the car) I wrote this for my former Dom, so it was made to be as closely linked to out interactions as possible. The point of me telling you this is that I’m not one of those subs writing pure fantasy. This is all fairly close to things I’ve done…just not all in one night. ;-)
I said, open up baby girl
This is the second part to the series of stories I wrote for my former Daddy in spring of 2009. I feel as though my writing has improved some since then, but I enjoy these nonetheless. I think that in spite of being fiction, they are very similar to my interactions with my Master were. Here’s the link to the first story for those who missed it http://subbieblackgrl.tumblr.com/post/24926385254/dinner
I open my mouth to say something, but I’m too surprised for the words to come out.
You don’t say anything either.
I watch as you unbuckle your belt and unzip your slacks. My breath comes in gasps as I see your hard cock spring from your underwear. My mouth waters and I lick my lips as an involuntary reaction to what is in front of me. I am hungry for your cock as if I’m malnourished and it is the first meal I’ve seen in months. I want you so badly. You grab the back of my head and pull me towards your crotch. You then place the head of your dick on my lips and I close my eyes and exhale. I lick the head of it and savor the taste of you before you force your way into my mouth.
Saliva begins to pool and drip out the sides of my mouth as you thrust yourself in and out. I play with my pussy with one hand and grab your shaft with the other and moan with pleasure. I have missed your cock more than I realized.
“Look at my cockhungry whore. You love that dick, don’t you?”
You pause and remove yourself from my mouth. I frown, and whine for you to continue.
“Yes, Daddy I love it. Please don’t stop.”
You smile and tease me by rubbing your cock across my lips and face, but pull away when I open my mouth to take you in. Traces of my saliva and your pre-cum glisten on my skin. I continue to whine and beg for you to allow me to suck it again.
“Oh god, Sir pleeeasse give it back,” I desperately plea.
“My bitch just can’t get enough,” you say as you slide your cock back into my mouth. I moan and suck hard as you cause me to gag.
Drops of my spit are all over my now exposed breasts, which I pulled out of my bra so that I can play with my nipples. The rush from being in the lounge, and from the activity at our dinner table, is now causing me to once again get closer to climax. My mind races and I wonder whether or not I should stop and ask for permission to cum. I quickly surmise that there is no need. After all, you are probably so into fucking my face that you won’t notice my orgasm. I realize later that I should’ve known better.
The assault on my mouth continues as I gasp for breath and take you in. My eyes water and my eyeliner runs as I gag and cough as you enter my throat. I can tell that you are closer to your release and I cannot wait to swallow every drop of your cum.
You warn me not to swallow until I am told, but before you reach your climax I reach my own. I don’t stop to say anything, and I assume you don’t notice because moments later I feel your hot cum shoot into my mouth.
“Display,” you say to me as you put your semi-hard cock back into your pants.
I open my mouth wide and look up at you with eager eyes.
“Good girl. Dispose.”
I swallow and stay on my knees until you tell me what to do next.
“Get up and put your clothes together. I don’t know how much longer we are going to get away with having this door locked.”
I stand and go into the back of the restroom to where the sinks are. I fix my hair and makeup and adjust my blouse and skirt. You have already unlocked the door and returned to the table. My pussy is dripping, but I don’t dare wipe off. I feel deliciously slutty walking into the dining room with my juices dripping down my thighs.
I join you at the table where you are taking care of the check. I sit down with a sheepish grin on my face.
“Where to next,” I ask as the waiter returns with your change.
You lock eyes with me, but ignore my question.
“Come on, let’s go.”
I don’t say anything more about our next destination and follow you out of the restaurant and back to the dark parking lot. Most of the restaurant-goers are gone by this hour. The parking lot is nearly empty.
“So you cum without asking permission now, cunt?”
“You can’t hear now?”
“Sir…what…I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I stutter.
You slap me across the face. I feel the blood rush to my skin and I touch my stinging cheek.
“I apologize, Sir,” I say while looking down at the pavement. “I didn’t think that you would notice. I got caught up in the moment. I didn’t want to stop.”
“I know you very well slut. And you should know better than to cum without asking first. Punishment is in order.”
I figure that our evening is probably over by now, and there is no need to worry about being punished at that time. Typically we aren’t together for long periods of time, so I take comfort in the knowledge that we will be parting ways. However, when I look up at you, I see that you are removing your belt.”
“You’re going to punish me NOW?”
“No time like the present,” you say with a wink.
I suppress the urge to comment.
“You know the drill. Go over to the car, bend over…hands flat on the hood.”
“I can’t believe this…” I mumble as I pull up my skirt.
“I can’t hear you, slut. Did you say something?”
“I didn’t think so,” you reply with a grin.
I bite my tongue, once again.
“Always ask permission before release, you know that. Willful disobedience will not be tolerated. Fifteen lashes with the belt. Count down.”
The first five lashes were painful, but not unbearable. I could feel my ass getting hotter and my body tensing from the discomfort. It could imagine the bright red color my skin was becoming, and I knew that soon the bruises would appear.
“Fuck,” I yell as the pain increases around the eighth time the belt hits my skin.
“What, slut,” you say as the belt whips against me for the ninth time.
Now I’m beginning to feel real pain. Every time the leather touches me, I have to fight to stay still. Sweat is beginning to bead on my skin and it takes immense concentration for me to not squirm away. I start to whimper and shake.
“Almost done. Keep counting.”
The last whippings leave me breathless. My knees feel as though they are going to buckle and I have to lean against the car to keep from falling over. My head is spinning from the pain and intensity of what just happened.
“Very good. I am proud of you for not resisting. Come here.”
I attempt to walk towards you, but stumble as I do. I stop and lean my back against the car.
“Please give me a moment here,” I say as I struggle to catch my breath.
I see concern in your eyes as you come closer to me.
“I’m ok, Sir. Really.”
“Good,” you respond and pull me near you.
As my body leans against yours, I feel your dick pressing up against my belly. My breathing changes again; this time for a different reason.
“Sir?” I look up at you with a grin.
You smile back at me.
I run my hand down your chest and rest it on your now very-hard cock.
“Mmmm, and when am I finally going to have this inside me?”
“Patience my pet. The night’s not over.”
More than anything else … I want this.
So very much.
omg yes i have this ❤️
how cute :3