Slut's first task after her Master's wake up call was to wash him in the shower, she would carefully soap every inch of his gorgeous body, washing him thoroughly, paying particular attention to his crotch, to his cock, already hard again, his balls, and his tight little pucker.
Craven would soap up Slut next, washing her just as thoroughly, then pushing the shower head up into her slit, filling her cunt with water then watching her push it out again, Slut had to be clean at all times for his pleasure and use. When they were both rinsed off, Slut got to her knees, she took his cock into her willing mouth, and then slid around so that her tongue was at his arsehole, she buried her tongue between his cheeks and enjoyed the way his cock suddenly felt absolutely rock hard in her fist. When she could feel that he was close, he turned around and she put her head back and opened her mouth wide, tongue out, as he came in her mouth, watching his thick white cum flowing into her mouth, she sucked the head of his cock then, making sure she had every last drop of his precious cum, and then she looked up at him, mouth open, displaying its contents, he nodded 'swallow' she grinned and kissed the head of his cock again as she obeyed, then he bent down to kiss her lips, tasting himself there.
After they were dry, Slut made Master's morning coffee as usual, he got dressed, and she stayed naked, except, of course for her collar and leash, and the anal hook, attached by a leather strap to the back of her collar, and a remote vibrator in her pussy. She was kept on an almost constant low buzz so that she was always soaking wet for him. She took his coffee up to his office, and set it on the coaster next to his computer before settling herself under his desk, blindfold now on, leash on the hook on his desk so it was within easy reach for him, she was on her knees, legs wide, hands folded behind her back. Master sat in his desk chair and Slut opened her mouth as he slid into place. He had taken a photograph of this scene once so that she could see it properly; him sat at his desk, working on his computer and taking calls on a head set, and her, working away on his cock, hands behind her back, blindfold on, completely engrossed in her work even as he worked to ignore her. It was a great photo, framed on his desk.
Whenever Master took a break from answering calls and checking emails, he would grab Slut's hair and fuck her mouth, then pull her up, bend her over the desk, and spank her, he might fuck her arse, already filled with the hook, he knew that this was incredibly intense for both of them, her so full, him, squeezed so tight in her arse, the head of his cock pushing against the ball of the hook with every thrust. It drove them both wild, and he would allow her to cum like this, and that would set him off, we'd cum hard together, and then lie over the desk, immobile, until we caught our breath, then you'd pull out of me, leaving me still for a moment, watching your cum leak out of my ass, stretched open just enough by the hook. You caught the cum on a finger, and fed it to me before I turned and sank back to my knees, as you settled back in your chair I cleaned your cock and you went back to work.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
The Perfect Pet Slut - Part One
Once upon a time there was a man called Craven. He had a pet slut who lived under his desk at home. He loved his pet slut, and she loved him, and loved to make her master happy. Whenever he called her name, she would go to him, and please him in any way she could.
Slut wore a collar with her name on it, and she was very proud of her collar, it was red, and the letters of her name had been engraved onto a tag such as dog collars had. Whenever her master was there, he held the leash clipped onto her collar, and when he was working at his desk, it was looped over a hook next to his hand so that he could reach it easily and keep her under control.
Slut's day was a busy one from morning to night. Every morning she would wake up a little earlier than her master, then creep softly into his room, and wake him up, she was very careful to do this properly, and very glad that he always slept on his back to make it easier for her. First, she would pull back the covers gently, and then kneel on the bed, then she would wrap her lips softly around his cock, kissing and caressing it with her tongue, his cock was wonderful, and the only one she ever wanted to suck, she liked to show her appreciation with her mouth, and smiled around his cock as it grew hard, and eventually he moaned as he started to wake up. When he held her hair in his hands and started to guide her head up and down his shaft, she knew she'd done a good job so far, he was awake, and happy. Next, most of the time, she would climb higher up the bed and straddle him, taking him deep inside her pussy. She would smile down at him before starting to ride, slowly at first, then faster and harder, sometimes he would lie there and let her do all the work, and sometimes he would play with her nipples, holding them tightly, making her pull on them as she bounced up and down on him. She loved this, and rode him even harder, until he would flip her over onto her back, their favourite position, then he'd pin her legs down onto the bed, glad that she was so flexible, and he'd fuck her as hard as he could until she begged him for her first orgasm of the day. He hardly ever denied her, and only as she came for the second time, did he grab her hips to crush them together with his, burying himself deep inside her and gasping as his own orgasm tore through him. They would lie there for a little while then, wrapped around each other, listening to the beating of their hearts. Then slut would clean his cock, enjoying the taste of her cum and his mixed together.
It was the best start that Slut could possibly imagine for any day, and she loved that there were so many more hours left in the day.
Who's your Daddy...
Well I saw my Sugar daddy last night, we met on a website, then met up on Friday night, then on Sunday night, he took me out again, to a lovely hotel, we ate mozarella, drank cocktails, at a restaurant called Bond 45, I'd never heard of National Harbor before, but it was lovely, gorgeous from the swimming pool up, sparkling marble lobby, atrium about four houses tall and several across, with the hotel rooms facing the atrium with balconies and everything, it was Huge! It was a great night, apart from the fact that he came within about 30 seconds of having my mouth on his hairy cock. And OMG did he need to trim the bush. How can any guy think it acceptable to expect a girl to wax, but not even trim himself!? That's just rude. it would be like me turning up with hairy legs!
Why are men so silly?
On the plus side, I got back this morning and then went for lunch with a really nice lawyer, it was fun, and he seems pretty cool and down to earth. We're going to a casino on Friday, I get to be a good luck charm! I hope I'm good at it!
On the even better side, I caught my lovely lover (all the way back in London) on msn. I miss him, so we had a conversation about how much we miss each other - namely, so much it hurts.
Summary of conversation:
What are you thinking about?
You're in the shower, I get in and get on my knees, wrapping my lips around your cock and folding my arms behind my back. I tease your cock with my soft lips and warm tongue. looking up at you with big green eyes full of innocence. I take you into my mouth slowly, deeper and deeper, savouring every inch, you slide down my throat, and I push my nose against your pelvis, tasting every inch of your perfect cock. You forget your restraint, and grab my pony tail roughly, wrapping you other hand loosely around my throat so that you can feel your cock sliding down it, you fuck my mouth harder and harder until I'm gagging continuously, before you finally cum, I uncross my arms, bringing one hand up to stroke your balls, and the other to milk your cock of every last drop of cum. I look up at you then, smiling, mouth open, playing with my mouthful of cum, you nod permission for me to swallow, and I do, then grin up at you before kissing the head of your cock gently, almost reverently. Then you bend down to kiss my lips, tasting your sweet cum. You smile down at me.
I stand up a moment later, and we kiss again, before you turn me roughly round, and push me against the cold tiles, making my nipples rock hard instantly, I know exactly what's coming now, your cock, still rock hard, hits my ass, and I spread my cheeks for you almost without thinking, you rest your cock on my tight hole, and I start to push back on you, slowly, groaning as you stretch me wide open, my eyes roll back with the intensity, and then you grab my hips, buried deep in my ass, you pull me roughly towards you, then push me away and pull out suddenly, I gasp in surprise, and then pout at you, trying to look sullen. It doesn't last for long as you slam into me again, using my hips for the leverage you need, fucking me so hard it doesn't take long at all before I'm begging to be allowed to cum, 'Yes' you say, and I don't need telling twice, my muscles clench and spasm, a stream of noise comes from my mouth, though I don't know what I'm saying, and my polished pink nails scrabble at the smooth tiles. You don't stop though, you keep right on fucking my ass till I'm ready again, 'Please! Please let me cum!' I say, and you say yes, wait for my orgasm to be at it's highest point, and then let yourself cum deep inside me, doubling my orgasm, crushing our hips together. I'm on fire. We don't move again until the water runs cold.
Why are men so silly?
On the plus side, I got back this morning and then went for lunch with a really nice lawyer, it was fun, and he seems pretty cool and down to earth. We're going to a casino on Friday, I get to be a good luck charm! I hope I'm good at it!
On the even better side, I caught my lovely lover (all the way back in London) on msn. I miss him, so we had a conversation about how much we miss each other - namely, so much it hurts.
Summary of conversation:
What are you thinking about?
You're in the shower, I get in and get on my knees, wrapping my lips around your cock and folding my arms behind my back. I tease your cock with my soft lips and warm tongue. looking up at you with big green eyes full of innocence. I take you into my mouth slowly, deeper and deeper, savouring every inch, you slide down my throat, and I push my nose against your pelvis, tasting every inch of your perfect cock. You forget your restraint, and grab my pony tail roughly, wrapping you other hand loosely around my throat so that you can feel your cock sliding down it, you fuck my mouth harder and harder until I'm gagging continuously, before you finally cum, I uncross my arms, bringing one hand up to stroke your balls, and the other to milk your cock of every last drop of cum. I look up at you then, smiling, mouth open, playing with my mouthful of cum, you nod permission for me to swallow, and I do, then grin up at you before kissing the head of your cock gently, almost reverently. Then you bend down to kiss my lips, tasting your sweet cum. You smile down at me.
I stand up a moment later, and we kiss again, before you turn me roughly round, and push me against the cold tiles, making my nipples rock hard instantly, I know exactly what's coming now, your cock, still rock hard, hits my ass, and I spread my cheeks for you almost without thinking, you rest your cock on my tight hole, and I start to push back on you, slowly, groaning as you stretch me wide open, my eyes roll back with the intensity, and then you grab my hips, buried deep in my ass, you pull me roughly towards you, then push me away and pull out suddenly, I gasp in surprise, and then pout at you, trying to look sullen. It doesn't last for long as you slam into me again, using my hips for the leverage you need, fucking me so hard it doesn't take long at all before I'm begging to be allowed to cum, 'Yes' you say, and I don't need telling twice, my muscles clench and spasm, a stream of noise comes from my mouth, though I don't know what I'm saying, and my polished pink nails scrabble at the smooth tiles. You don't stop though, you keep right on fucking my ass till I'm ready again, 'Please! Please let me cum!' I say, and you say yes, wait for my orgasm to be at it's highest point, and then let yourself cum deep inside me, doubling my orgasm, crushing our hips together. I'm on fire. We don't move again until the water runs cold.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
In Bed with the Adventurer...
I walked through the door to find him sitting there, naked, waiting for me. I dropped my handbag and slung my jacket over a chair. I looked at him, expectantly.
"Strip" I didn't hesitate, and three seconds later I was naked and waiting for his next command, he pointed to a spot on the floor just in front of him, I walked to it, and stood in front of him, naked and almost trembling with desire, he pushed my legs apart, and I sighed with pleasure as he ran a finger along my soaking slit, I'd been thinking about him for most of the day, and all of the journey home, and it showed! He put his finger up to my lips, and I sucked it as seductively as I could manage, hoping that the next word out of his gorgeous mouth would be 'kneel.' Before that wish was granted though, he turned me round, and bent me forwards roughly, I heard him sucking on his fingers to make them wet, a rude sound that's got me trained like one of Pavlov's bitches. He gave me one finger, then two, then three, and hit the sweet spot like he always does.
"mmm, Please let me cum!" I was desperate, I needed him to say yes, I was so close...
"No." He withdrew his fingers, I pouted, though he couldn't see my face, "kneel" I did, and looked up at him for a nod of permission to wrap my eager lips around his, equally eager it would seem, cock. I miss his cock when it's not filling my mouth, sliding down my throat, making me gag, making me struggle just a little bit for air before he releases me, lets me breathe, and then sits back to enjoy my skilled mouth on his gorgeous, perfect cock. One day, I am sure I will break my nose on his pelvis, but I don't mind, the way he grabs my hair in both hands, and uses it to fuck my mouth and throat so hard I can't stop gagging tends to leave me speechless for more than the obvious reasons. When at last he cums into my mouth, filling it with his creamy load, I look up at him with my big green eyes, mouth open to show him, "mmm, swallow my sweet slut" his voice is softer now, and as I swallow, he brings his lips to mine for a kiss. I kiss the head of his cock, almost reverently, it's given me so much pleasure since we met.
He pulls me into the bedroom next, and pushes me down onto the bed, I lean forward to catch his cock in my mouth, he's already hard again, but he pushes me backwards, and I bring my legs up, high and wide, wanting him inside me so desperately, reminded of the fact that I haven't cum yet.
"Fuck me!" I plead, giving him my best puppy dog eyes, he strokes his hands down my long legs before giving me what I want, he slams into me and I'm in heaven already, harder and harder he goes, until I beg for an orgasm and he gasps out a 'yes' without stopping, the orgasm tears through me, shaking me like a rag doll, my back arches, I scrabble at the sheets, and I wrap my legs around him, pulling him down to me. We hold each other there on the bed for a while, a pause, a hug, a long, deep kiss, he pulls my hair, I scratch his back, he moans with pleasure, I smile as my eyes roll back and I shiver. Yes, it's fair to say I missed him.
"Strip" I didn't hesitate, and three seconds later I was naked and waiting for his next command, he pointed to a spot on the floor just in front of him, I walked to it, and stood in front of him, naked and almost trembling with desire, he pushed my legs apart, and I sighed with pleasure as he ran a finger along my soaking slit, I'd been thinking about him for most of the day, and all of the journey home, and it showed! He put his finger up to my lips, and I sucked it as seductively as I could manage, hoping that the next word out of his gorgeous mouth would be 'kneel.' Before that wish was granted though, he turned me round, and bent me forwards roughly, I heard him sucking on his fingers to make them wet, a rude sound that's got me trained like one of Pavlov's bitches. He gave me one finger, then two, then three, and hit the sweet spot like he always does.
"mmm, Please let me cum!" I was desperate, I needed him to say yes, I was so close...
"No." He withdrew his fingers, I pouted, though he couldn't see my face, "kneel" I did, and looked up at him for a nod of permission to wrap my eager lips around his, equally eager it would seem, cock. I miss his cock when it's not filling my mouth, sliding down my throat, making me gag, making me struggle just a little bit for air before he releases me, lets me breathe, and then sits back to enjoy my skilled mouth on his gorgeous, perfect cock. One day, I am sure I will break my nose on his pelvis, but I don't mind, the way he grabs my hair in both hands, and uses it to fuck my mouth and throat so hard I can't stop gagging tends to leave me speechless for more than the obvious reasons. When at last he cums into my mouth, filling it with his creamy load, I look up at him with my big green eyes, mouth open to show him, "mmm, swallow my sweet slut" his voice is softer now, and as I swallow, he brings his lips to mine for a kiss. I kiss the head of his cock, almost reverently, it's given me so much pleasure since we met.
He pulls me into the bedroom next, and pushes me down onto the bed, I lean forward to catch his cock in my mouth, he's already hard again, but he pushes me backwards, and I bring my legs up, high and wide, wanting him inside me so desperately, reminded of the fact that I haven't cum yet.
"Fuck me!" I plead, giving him my best puppy dog eyes, he strokes his hands down my long legs before giving me what I want, he slams into me and I'm in heaven already, harder and harder he goes, until I beg for an orgasm and he gasps out a 'yes' without stopping, the orgasm tears through me, shaking me like a rag doll, my back arches, I scrabble at the sheets, and I wrap my legs around him, pulling him down to me. We hold each other there on the bed for a while, a pause, a hug, a long, deep kiss, he pulls my hair, I scratch his back, he moans with pleasure, I smile as my eyes roll back and I shiver. Yes, it's fair to say I missed him.
Look who's being all apologetic!
Awww, he's all apologetic now! I've told him he'll have to do lots of grovelling on our date to make up for it, and he seems very happy with that. (damn, I should have made it harder for him!)
I also have a really rather dishy advertising exec chatting to me as I type, dinner next Thursday? I am there with bells on, you've never seen anyone so apparently rich AND Gorgeous!!
I sound like a gold digger now, surprisingly easy to do seeing as I don't really care about their bank accounts, they're on a sugar daddy website, they want to throw their money at gorgeous women, and I am happy to catch!
Still, I'd give it all up to be back in London with my Dom/Lover. The best shag I have ever had. The best cook I have ever shagged, and the best hugger/conversationalist I have ever had cook for me.
I miss London like crazy, and it's because of the people in it.
Popularity and how to say no nicely
Wow, sugar daddy websites are crazy!! One in particular has me inundated with messages from guys claiming to be attractive. Overweight, bald on top, and mad toothy smiles do not equal attractive in my book honey!
Am I too demanding? I mean, not only do I want someone rich to spoil me and make my wallet a few c-notes heavier for the privilege of being in my company (does that sound vain or what?!) but I'd like them to be at least a 5 out of 10 for attractiveness as well!
I had a photo from a guy today, him and his son, neither were particularly attractive, but the son was already old enough to be my dad, and definitely looking it!! I honestly couldn't think of a way to put it nicely, so I went with the fact that I'm looking for $2k a month as an allowance, the response was relieving; "sorry, but nobody I know is worth that much." phew!!
Honestly though, how does one say - sorry hun but I'm afraid I might give you a heart attack if I undressed, let alone gave you a blow job! - in a nice, and inoffensive way?!
Am I too demanding? I mean, not only do I want someone rich to spoil me and make my wallet a few c-notes heavier for the privilege of being in my company (does that sound vain or what?!) but I'd like them to be at least a 5 out of 10 for attractiveness as well!
I had a photo from a guy today, him and his son, neither were particularly attractive, but the son was already old enough to be my dad, and definitely looking it!! I honestly couldn't think of a way to put it nicely, so I went with the fact that I'm looking for $2k a month as an allowance, the response was relieving; "sorry, but nobody I know is worth that much." phew!!
Honestly though, how does one say - sorry hun but I'm afraid I might give you a heart attack if I undressed, let alone gave you a blow job! - in a nice, and inoffensive way?!
Monday, June 20, 2011
A First Time for Everything
I start this blog in a state of utter shock, for the first time in my life, I have been stood up!
Well, perhaps not exactly, there I was, sitting innocently at the bar waiting for my date, a potential sugar daddy I met online yesterday, and he walked in, at least, I thought it was him, not having seen a picture, how could I know. He looked me over, ordered a beer to have a reason to stay there for a couple more seconds, then walked out, can in hand. I'd just sent him a text to look out for the red head at the bar, and I saw the man who walked out pull his phone out of his pocket, a few moments later "Yes, I saw you, and I'm sorry but I don't think it's going to work out."
I sat, tried to remain calm, finished my gin and tonic, and then left, I walked home, still in a bit of a daze I think, nobody has ever rejected me like that before!
I guess there's a first time for everything...
Well, perhaps not exactly, there I was, sitting innocently at the bar waiting for my date, a potential sugar daddy I met online yesterday, and he walked in, at least, I thought it was him, not having seen a picture, how could I know. He looked me over, ordered a beer to have a reason to stay there for a couple more seconds, then walked out, can in hand. I'd just sent him a text to look out for the red head at the bar, and I saw the man who walked out pull his phone out of his pocket, a few moments later "Yes, I saw you, and I'm sorry but I don't think it's going to work out."
I sat, tried to remain calm, finished my gin and tonic, and then left, I walked home, still in a bit of a daze I think, nobody has ever rejected me like that before!
I guess there's a first time for everything...
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