Posted by MichelleK111 , Mon Mar 03, 2014 02:24 PM
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I’m tired of being hit on by drunk college boys! I’m sick of them thinking they have a shot with me. There are only two people I’m interested in.”
Cassie cocked her head to the side and just looked at me. There was a long pause before she finally spoke “You really don’t know?”
“Well, one doesn’t know and the other I’m not supposed to be interested in.”
I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Another drunk college guy was starting to circle in on Cassie. I could see her mood starting to change as he placed his drink down on the bar a few barstools away. She was readying some quick but violent death of the ‘wannabe’ Cassanova. Cassie was normally pretty polite when dispatching unwanted suitors but I could see she was in no mood tonight.
In an attempted to rescue Cassie I slipped between her knees as she sat on the barstool. My hands caressed up the naked skin of her thighs. I moved in closer to her and put my hand on the back of her neck. Cassie locked her eyes onto mine as I pulled her closer to me.
“What are you doing?” whispered Cassie.
“Just what you asked. Kissing you,” I whispered before closing the distance between us.
“This isn’t a kiss. I think you just seduced me and the entire bar with this little . . .” Cassie started to say.
At first it was just a gentle innocent kiss. But then Cassie opened her mouth just a little bit and flicked her tongue against my lips. In response I tilted my head to the side slightly and our lips connected. Cassie’s slid her hands up my back and pulled our bodies together.
Our tongues danced into each other’s mouths as our kiss became more passionate. I squeezed her hair and held her head so she couldn’t move away.
A loud round of applause and cheering erupted in the bar. It was as if UNC had just won the NCAA Basketball Tournament and the party was moving out onto Franklin Street.
Cassie and I separated and just kept staring at each other.
“You want to get out of here?” Cassie asked breathlessly.
“Where do you want to go?” I asked knowingly what the answer probably was going to be.
Cassie kissed me gently on the lips to another chorus of whistling then looked into my eyes from inches away and said. “Bed! With you! Right now!”
“You gotta be fucking kidding me! You two cannot be lesbians. Please tell me you’re not lesbians and that some guy somewhere has a shot with you.” The drunk college guy said.
Cassie hopped off her barstool and took my hand in hers. I stopped in front of the drunk college boy and looked at him. I leaned up close to his ear and whispered “If you had any idea what I did with my mouth in the shower this morning you wouldn’t be asking that question.”
Cassie pulled on my hand as a signal for us to leave. “What did you say to him?” Cassie asked.
I stood there looking at the drunk boy and lied. “I was just telling him how I blew Alex in the shower this morning.” It was only a little lie but he didn’t need to know that. For some unknown reason I wanted him to suffer and at that moment letting him think I had given some guy a blowjob in the morning and was leaving with Cassie now seemed like the way to go. And like I said, it was only a little lie. I had in fact received a very unexpected facial in the morning, I don’t mean a facial at a spa, and I had also swallowed some of Alex’s cum.
Cassie burst out laughing. “Did you tell him that you swallowed too?”
“No but you just did.”
As Cassie pulled me out of the bar the drunk college boy yelled behind us. "Really? Did that really happen? You have to tell me."
Cassie and I burst out of the bar onto Franklin Street and made a quick turn toward our apartment. Cassie never let go of my hand. We walked a block or two when Cassie suddenly stopped us. She moved me up against wall of the Carolina Coffee House and stood in front of me. The outside world started to disappear and I could only focus on Cassie eyes and lips. I could see the passion and desire in them as she got close to me.
“Was that kiss real?” Cassie asked.
I hesitated for a moment trying to think of how to answer. Trying to find the words that would sound right and finally with all the courage I could muster I choked out my answer. “Yes.”
“Yes?” Cassie asked as a smile started to spread across her face. “Are you serious? Yes like you kissed me to get me away from that guy or yes like you really meant it?”
I never took my eyes off Cassie. I just stared into her beautiful blue eyes and took her hands and wrapped them around my lower back.
“Why don’t you tell me which ‘Yes’ you think it is,” I said and kissed her. It was a long soft kiss ending with little kisses at the end.
“So, you kissed me just to get me away from that guy!” Cassie said with a new glow in her face. “You want to go home?”
“Yes. Yes, like I really mean it.”
Posted by MichelleK111 , Wed May 09, 2012 08:16 PM
“Please, please make love to me, I need to feel you.”
You reach down my legs one at a time to undo the leather cuffs on my ankles and rub the skin under where the cuffs were to bring back feeling.
“Please” I beg, “I want you now”.
Your fingers slide under the waistband of my v-string panties and start to pull them down under my bottom. With a little grin on my lips I pull my legs up to my chest to let you slide them completely off. It’s really a quickly thought on idea to expose myself to you in hopes that you will make love to me.
“You’re such a little tease. We’re going to do this my way.”
A sense of disappointment settles in me. “Please make love to me.” I say as I bring my hands up toward your shoulders, wanting to pull you down on top of me.
“Roll over onto your knees and grab the headboard with your hands. I want your ass nice and high.”
Quickly I roll over and do as I’m told. Both my glove covered hands grasping the phallic looking spindle in the center of the headboard.
I spread my knees to let you come up behind me easily.
Still in darkness from the blindfold, all I can do is hold on to the headboard and wait. With one of your hand on my bottom to steady yourself I feel the fingers of your other hand spreading my womanhood and slipping into me.
“Oh, you’re nice and wet, nice and ready for me”
“Make love to me, please.”
“I’m not going to make love to you tonight but I will do something else. Tell me what it is.”
I can feel you sliding the tip of your penis up and down against my womanhood, spreading my lips but not entering me. I push back from the headboard but you pull away.
The innocent shy little schoolgirl in me tries to come out but I’m in no position to be shy. My pink bottom is in the air, my breasts exposed and I’m holding onto a phallic like object. It’s not possible to be shy right now but all that comes out is a quiet whisper.
Oh, don’t torture me. Mustering as much courage as I can I loudly say it! The schoolgirl in me has retreated to the corner and pulled her skirts tightly around her legs and is covering her eyes.
“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me. I want you inside me, fuck me.”
With the words just crossing my lips I feel your penis sliding completely into me. Not slow and tender but holding my hips and pushing all the way in until I feel your hips pressing against my bottom. A sting spreads from my sore bottom up to my brain causing me to whimper. Your fingers squeezing my hips tightly and pulling me back onto your penis.
Each time that you are completely in me the air escapes from my lips in a broken purr. My head is dropping down between my arms onto a pillow. I don’t know when I started biting my lips but I can feel a twinge of pain from where my teeth are pressing down.
Your hand slides up my side to my shoulder and I feel you grabbing my ponytail and starting to pull. My head lifts up in response to your pull the blindfold falls free.
“Look at me. I want to see your face. I want to see your orgasm building in your eyes and I want to see your face when you cum.”
“Yes sir.” is all I can manage to say as another deep thrust makes my womanhood quiver and sensations tingles through me.
Your other hand is tracing underneath me, touching my neck and chest. Dragging your against my skin. Grasping one of my breasts and toying with my nipple. Your hand moves to my stomach and pressing in as if you’re trying to feel your penis when you thrust into me then continuing down to my clitoris.
You’re rhythmically thrusting your penis into me. I try to squeeze you with all the muscles of my lower stomach, trying to hold you inside me.
“Where do you want me to cum?”
“aahhh!” I can’t respond. The sensation of my orgasm is starting to roll upon me.
“Where do you want me to cum, tell me now or I will stop?”
“In…..side…..me.” is all I can mutter.
“Good girl, now let me feel you cum. Let me feel your orgasm on my cock!”
With a gentle rub of your thumb on my clitoris it rolls over me. My feet lift up into the air as I tense and start to kick up and down against the mattress. My hands are squeezing the phallic spindle tightly as if it’s a penis that I’m trying to make climax. Sensations roll from my core to all the parts of my body.
I feel your body pressed tightly and hear a deep groan. Your last thrusts are long and deep. My body tensing and squeezing your penis inside me, holding you there, not wanting you to part from me. Your body pressing down against my back, your head on my shoulders and your stomach against my lower back.
I collapse down onto the mattress as my fingers slip from the phallic spindle.
Lying here in your arms and with our legs tangled together we both struggle to stay awake.
“Is your ass okay, I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“My BOTTOM is fine. You know I don’t like when you curse.”
“It was fun to spank your ass like that. You deserved it.” you say with a little smile on your lips.
With my lips pursed and a little flutter of my eyes, I respond.
“It was oddly stimulating and freeing. I spend my days rushing around telling people what to do and tonight I was able to just let go. It was exciting not knowing what you were going to do or when.”
“Where did you get the idea for the feather, pinwheel and the metal balls?”
“Just something I found when I was toy shopping.”
“Toy shopping!” I say with raised eyebrows “What else did you get?” The little schoolgirl in me was finally starting to poke her head out but has decided to quickly hide her face.
“Oh we have plenty of time to explore the other toys. Did you like when we fucked?”
Hitting your arm with a playful slap “I always like when we have sex but tonight I was excited. I don’t normally climax from intercourse but it felt really good to climax with you inside me.”
Your fingers close on my ponytail and tilt my head upward toward you as you place a gentle kiss on my lips.
“Yeah, I liked fucking you, too. Sweet dreams baby”
Pulling myself closer to you and placing a soft kiss on your chest the shy schoolgirl returns. My cheeks flushing read I whisper “I love when you make love to me but tonight I loved you fucking me.”
With my last ounce of energy I nuzzle my head against your chest. “Sweet dreams baby”
Posted by MichelleK111 , Sat Apr 14, 2012 10:03 AM
What the heck am I doing? Did I just agree to be submissive for the evening? Where did that come from? Okay, well actually I know, it came from the perfectly placed hands on my body and the nervous tension coursing through me.
“Did you like that?”
I open my mouth to answer but I can’t. I can’t say anything. It’s happening again, my head is dropping and I’m starting to roll my shoulders in, I’m going back to my cocoon. Why can’t I just say “Yes it was great?” Instead I return to the blushing shy schoolgirl.
A slight pain shoots through my body as I feel your hand make contact with my bottom. I arch my waist forward and away from you but I’m pulled back by your arm that is across my chest. What was that?
“Let me repeat my question. Did you like that?”
I’ve never told anyone before if I liked an orgasm or not. My orgasms are mine; they’re my feelings and sensations. They’re the moments when by body completely shatters into a million little pieces. It’s the moment when my body overloads my brain with an intense amount of stimuli.
Feeling the sting on my bottom, I sheepishly reply “Yes”.
Your hand starts to withdraw from my bottom and I belatedly add “Sir” and feel your fingers gently tap my bottom. This is going to be hard.
“Get in the tub!”
I quickly respond and move toward the tub. Lifting my leg over the side of the tub I ease the toes of my foot in, testing the temperature, before easing my foot all the way in. Once my foot is firmly on the bottom I lift my other foot into the tub. Bending at my knees I lower myself into the water and kneel, sitting my bottom on my ankles.
What now? I did what he wanted. I’m in the tub.
As you walk to the side of the tub I keep my head down and try to focus on the water, just feeling the warm water on my legs and bottom.
“Look at me!”
Turning my head toward you, I’m looking straight at your hands on the belt of your robe. Your fisted hands on the loose ends of your bathrobe belt pulling them apart. Watching the ends fall from your hands when you reach the end and the robe starting to fall open. Your penis, as if it had a mind of its own, falls downward between the flaps.
On my goodness, you’re excited. I guess manipulating me turned you on, too. A smile crosses my lips as I stare at your swollen penis.
Shrugging the robe off your shoulders you let the robe fall to the floor. You look amazing, not overly muscled like some gym-rat, just a nice fit shape.
Why haven’t I really looked at your penis before? You’re a nice size, not so big that it’s going to hurt but big enough that I know that I’m being made love to.
While you step into the tub I shift to sit on my bottom instead of being on my knees so you can sit down behind me.
“Stop, stay on your knees!”
You’re standing in front of me. Your penis is right in front of me. Okay, maybe I was wrong; you might be bigger than I thought. Your penis is full but not erect. It looks like you may have been hard but have now started to relax but you’re still engorged, just not completely excited.
Drawing my hands up from my sides I place them on your thighs and start to slide them upward.
“Put your hands down by your sides!” you command in a deep voice. “You only do what I tell you to do!”
Now I’m a bit confused, you have never refused the touch of my tongue or the caress of my lips before.
“Look up at me!”
Again, the shyness in me comes out. There is something about being on my knees in front of you. Maybe it’s your penis being inches away from me or maybe it’s just the fact I’m kneeling and you’re standing over me. I’ve never given oral like this before; I’ve never had a lover stand over me.
“Open your mouth!”
What? I was just going to do that. How much have you had to drink tonight?
Drawing my hands up I take hold of your penis with both hands and start to guide your penis toward my mouth.
Your hand quickly moves down behind my head and grabs a handful of my hair and tilts my head back away from your penis.
“I did not tell you to touch me, I told you to open your mouth!”
Looking up at you, I drop my hands to my sides and feel your hand pulling my head toward you. Your penis brushes my cheek and your tip enters my mouth. Your hand still pulling my head toward you as your penis fills my mouth. I can feel your engorged penis starting to stiffen and becoming alert to the touch of my lips.
Your hand is controlling my head, pulling me toward you and easing away and repeating this. Your penis is fully erect now. I can feel your penis touch the back of my throat and ease away. I can feel the warmth of your body on my lips and I can hear the pace of your breathing increase with the pace of my mouth moving on you.
Suddenly you stop and hold me close. A raspy groan fills the room and I feel your release starting to enter my mouth. The hot salty liquid wraps around my tongue and coats the inside of my cheeks and pools in my mouth. You only stop long enough for the spasms to stop and then you start pulling my head to you again. Staying in my mouth. Your penis is still hard but I can feel it softening against my lips. Your cum still in my mouth, I can’t swallow your release until you pull out but you don’t. You keep gently thrusting in my mouth and your cum seeps out with each thrust. I can feel it on my lips and chin. I can feel it drip down onto my breasts and start to move down my body.
The Submissive Side of Lust - Part 3
Posted by MichelleK111 , Thu Apr 12, 2012 08:10 PM
It’s only a few simple words but they’ve transformed me into a blushing little girl. I can feel it happening, the blood is rushing to my face as I start to turn red, my head is dropping down, my shoulders are rolling in and I’m biting my bottom lip.
The thing is I’m not a school girl; I’m a grown woman in my mid-twenties. I feel as if the boy I have a crush on in high school looked at me in the hallway or when I was a teenager about to doing things for the first time. Why do I feel this way? Why am I reacting like this?
Is it the tone of your voice or the look in your eyes? Could it be the way you’re commanding me to drop my robe?
I don’t take orders very well and I’m not use to being told what to do.
“I told you to take off your robe and get in the tub.”
I don’t know why but the firmness of your voice causes me to recoil. I’m intrigued by the fact that you’re commanding me to do this; no one has ever spoken to me like this.
Taking the thick terry cloth bathrobe belt in my hand I pull at one of the loose ends. The belt gives way and the robe falls open, just a few inches but enough to show that I’m naked underneath the robe.
Sliding my hand to my shoulder I slip the thick robe off my shoulder and let it slide down my arm. Working my arm out of the robe I bring my arm across my chest to hide my breasts from you and I slip the robe off my other shoulder. The robe falls to the floor in a pile at my feet.
With my arm across my breasts I move my other hand over my pubic area and start to move toward the tub.
“Stop! Face me!”
I don’t know why but I stop and shift my stance so I’m facing you.
“Drop your arms to your sides!”
Like an awkward kid I move my hands to the sides and stand there. Fidgeting, I bring my hands up in front of my waist and play with my fingernails.
“You don’t listen well!”
I move my arms to my sides and stand there in your gaze.
“Lift your head up and look at me! Stand up straight!”
For some reason I’m overly conscious of my body right now. My mind is running through every meal I’ve eaten in the last few days. Have I put on weight, do I look bad? Why am I thinking about that when you’re ordering me about? Why am I responding to your commands?
“Very nice, very nice. Turn around!”
I lift my gaze to your eyes and quickly look away from you as your stare pierces me. I hesitate and start to turn and bring my hands over my bottom to cover myself from your view.
“I told you to put your hands at your sides!”
Quickly, I drop my hands. I’m nervous but excited. I don’t know what to think, I don’t know how to react to this.
I hear you moving off the edge of the sink counter that you’ve been leaning against. I can hear your feet on the cold tile as you move. I can feel your presence behind me. Why am I so nervous? Why do I feel like I’m going to explode?
I see the robe at me feet moving and start to be lifted and after a few moments it I see it floating through the air to a chair against the wall. My breathing is rapid and shallow, I’m biting my lip again and my hands have come together in front of me and I play with my nails again.
I flinch as I feel your hands touch my shoulders and rest there. My body tenses and the muscles in my core tighten. My skin feels like it’s been pulled tight on a drum. My nipples harden and stick out.
There was no reason for me to jump. It was just a soft touch of your hands on me. Your hands are sliding up to my neck, tracing a light line on my skin as you go. I can feel your breath on my neck. Your lips brush my shoulder.
Why am I so nervous, why am I wound so tight?
Your fingers are leaving little lines of fire down my back as you trace your fingertips downward and around to my sides. Caressing around my sides to my stomach and then upward to my breasts.
The material of your robe comes into contact with my back as your hands cradle my breasts from below. Your hands easily wrap around each one of my breasts and your thumb and index finger come together on my nipples.
I bring my hands up and place them on top of yours.
“I have told you to put your hands down at your sides; there will be punishment for not listening!”
I don’t know why but I drop my hands to my sides but I’m confused. What? What did he just say? Punishment?
Your hands are still on my breasts and working me in a rolling caress from the base of my breasts to the nipple. Ending with a slight pinch and then starting again.
“Punishment? What are you talking about?” I ask.
“We’re doing things a little different tonight and you will do exactly what I tell you to do, now no more talking!” is your reply.
The constant rolling pressure on my breasts and your voice whispering in my ear causes me to just grunt my consent.
One of your hands starts to trace downward, downward over my stomach and rests over my pubic bone. I feel the heel of your hand pressing into me and your fingers cupping down between my legs. Your fingers are spreading my womanhood and I feel your finger entering me. Do they teach you this in man school, it feels so good.
The constant pressure of your hand on my breast and your hand cupping my vagina is too much for me. My head is rolling back and comes in contact with your shoulder. My body is pressing against you and a moan escapes from my lips. My legs start to quiver.
Pulling me tightly to your chest I feel you squeeze my breast and pinch my nipple and apply a glorious pressure to my vagina.
A purr escapes from my mouth as my orgasm washes over me. My legs start to falter, shaking as I try to stay up. Your arms holding me in a tight embrace so I don’t fall. My breathing is ragged and in quick halting gasps.
As my orgasm starts to fade I feel your arms releasing me from your tight embrace.
“You will obey my every command if you want to feel another orgasm like that tonight!” are the words that enter my ears.
With my voice sounding more like a croak than a normal voice I can only manage to say “Okay”.
A sudden squeezing on my nipple and pinching on my clitoris causes me to tense up and mutter “Okay, sir!”
The Submissive Side of Lust - Part 2
Posted by MichelleK111 , Wed Apr 04, 2012 12:24 PM
Bringing my mouth to the tip, I take your shaft in my hand and lift you up. I feel the heat of your body as my tongue touches your swollen penis tip. Caressing the soft skin soft with my tongue and then using the very tip to pick up the glistening drop of pre-cum that has formed. With my eyes close I feel your penis sliding into my mouth and the rim passing back and forth under my lips.
I want you to be completely ready.
With a quick glance to see if you’re waking, I rise up onto my knees beside you. Turning slowly on my knees I spread my knees and straddle your waist and position myself over you. Lower my hips and placing my pussy lips on your shaft. With a gentle rhythm, I start to roll my hips forward and back, letting my lips rub the sides of your erect penis.
Reaching around and lift your penis with my fingers and position you to enter me. Rising straight up above you the pressure or your penis against me starts to cause the constant stimulation of the night to turn to a euphoric feeling. The intense sensation of you entering my body causes my breathing to turn to quick spasmed gasps that I can’t control.
I fight the urge to speed up the motion of my hips; I need to stay in control. My eyes closed and my body upright, I take you into me. My body screaming for release with each move.
I feel your hands slide onto my knees and continue to my upper thighs and finally to my hips. This new feeling causes a jolt to be emitted through my body. I can only open my eyes to see you looking at me but I’m too far gone to be able to stop.
Your fingers tighten on my waist. You start to move toward me, sitting up. Pulling me toward you and rolling us. Your penis doesn’t separate from me; instead, you stay in me and continue to increase the pressure that is building inside me.
You stop only when I’m on my back and you’re above me. You straightened arms separate our upper bodies but our groins are locked together. Your thrusts are deep and penetrating. My fingers are holding your upper arms as I bring my thighs up and hold tightly to your hips. My hips rocking up with the motion of your body.
My head starts to twist to the side and my back starts to arch. My breathing is a combination of gasps and the desperate need for air. My body starts to seize in a spasm. Your body pushing tight against me. My pussy squeezing you, holding you inside me as my climax approaches. You thrust deeply into one more time. The collision of our bodies causes a deep moan to float from my lips. Your arms giving out and fail you as your climax starts. Our bodies tightly bound together.
Our climaxes start to ease their grip on us and let our breathing start to return to normal.
Kissing your lips and cheeks and holding you in my arms, I move my lips to your ear. Whispering the words "I’m sorry I woke you, I couldn’t sleep" into your ear, I hug you tighter to me. You reply "It’s okay, I woke up right when you climbed back in bed" and smiled while looking into my eyes.
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