Sudsy Fun

 Sudsy Fun

In the Shower

We haven't seen each other in weeks, our schedules just kept conflicting. You with your big project and me with my extended deadlines. You walk in my apartment as I had given you a key.

“Baby, I'm home.” I heard you hopeful voice: I was in the bathroom setting up my shower. I wrap a bath sheet around me as my robe was still in my room. I went out to greet you with a kiss. I feel so good with your lips connecting with my I just feel at home. Our lips barely disconnect when you ask:

“Taking a shower?” You lifted your eye brows with the question.

“Yes, but would you like to join me?” I giggled and blushed feeling like a school girl asking the question. I knew you wouldn't say no to an invitation like that.

“I thought you would never ask.” You kissed me deep and hard. I just wanted to strip you right there and then. . . then have you take me fast and hard, I needed you take me so hard that neither one of us could think, just release. I needed your thick cock in me stretching my tighten pussy that had missed your hot pulsating cock and wet tongue so much. I wanted you to take me hard: to grab my thick curvy hips and thrust your hard throbbing cock in me deep as I yelp in an unplanned moment of stretched pleasure.

I grabbed you hand and pulled you toward the bathroom, while you pull of the towel off of me, revealing all of my creamy rolls and curves. You pulled me kissed the back of my neck and whispered: “Me like.” I blushed slightly and giggled We leaved the towel there as I pulled you faster into the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, you pushed me against the wall by my huge breasts. You kissed me hard as both of your hands are covering my nipples, but my size E breasts are spilling out around your fingers. We both groan in the kiss; I could feel your hard cock in your pants, and we both know my trimmed pussy hot and so wet. Our lips collided, our tongue danced, and we both moaned loudly. You pulled back and I growled, panting: “Clothes off now.”

You undressed, while I leaned down to set up the water for the shower. I was bent over showing off my huge white, bouncy ass. Once you were undressed, you smacked my ass playfully with you hand and then smacked it with your hard cock. I giggled slightly. You slid your solid cock between my ass cheeks, but not in my hole. You patted each cheek making them bounce into you cock. You reach over me as my breasts were swaying by your motion. You moaned and groaned in my ear knowing that it drives me totally crazy, making me so much more friskier. I ground my ass into as you slid the tip of you cock into my dripping wet pussy. I wanted it. You wanted it. Neither one of us wanted to tell the other to just take it as we also needed to build up as much as the intense release. I rocked into you more groaning echoing in the tub. The steam from the hot water is building up.

I turned on the shower as the semi-hot water hits both pulling us out of the moment. You pulled back, so I could get in the shower. You followed me in.

You took no time and kissed me hard in the shower and grabbed as much of my ass as you could in your hands holding me close. I could almost feel your heartbeat throughout your cock. I pulled back and bent over as there was no fighting. . . I fucking needed your cock deep in my pussy. The warm water washing over my ass as you turned just right and rammed your spear of a cock into me. I yelped and groaned echoing in the shower. The sound made you cock pulse again my tight pussy pulling your rod in so fiercely. I felt so right as you filled my womb. I wanted you to fucking paint my inside all white. I needed you to claim me as yours.

You gripped your nails into my thick hip as you thrust in and out harder and faster panting and groaning. “Fuck, baby, oh fuck!!!” You bellowed as my pussy snuggles you cock making it at home deep with in.

“Yes, My sex bitch. . . Harder!” I growled as I needed you to drill in me so hard that you split me in half. You growled and groaned thrusting, ramming, plowing me. I moaned louder and deeper as you stretched me so open, so intensely. I needed it as much as you did.

The friction of your hardness against my soaked out opening as I reach under while my breasts bounced so much they smacked back into me that I almost lost breath.

I began to rub my clit, back and forth making my body completely tremble hard under you. The multi-sensations were driving my body into a total pleasurable frenzy. My chaotic frenzy worked against your rhythm making you ram your cock in and out of me even harder.

You plowed into me so deep that you balls smacked my thighs. Your cock was in so deep as your heavy balls were smacking my thighs, while I rubbed my clit harder, faster. . . I was panting.

Everything had hit me in an intense moment, I screamed out. . . “OHHHHHH. . . . FUCKKKK!” I gushed so intensely around your cock creating a layer of my slippery juices around your cock. . .

“Cum. . . for. . . me. . .” I panted as I rocked into you still shaking. You plowed hard and deep in me once more. . .

“Claim Me!” I growled. . . You grunted and screamed. . . “OHHHHH Baby. . . Fuck. . . . YESSS!” You explode hard and hot deep into me painting me with your sticky cum.

Your cock shot at least several days of cum in me. You hold on me to trembling, lightheaded as you give your mind and body a moment to come back to balance. The shower cascades over us as we both are still panting in the same position.

Once you pull out, your cum oozed out of my pussy like a perfect salty glaze on that a cinnamon bun. You playful smacked my ass weakly just to watch it jiggle. You smiled watching it almost hypnotized.

I stood up slowly still allowing the blood to come back to my head. You kissed me deeply and with my loofa and create flowery sudsy sliding down the curves of my body. I watched as you washed me: you made both my huge breasts covered with suds before you squeezed them and play with my nipples only to have me groan under my breath. You add shampoo in your hands and lather my hair rubbing my head. I close my eyes to feel you rubbing my head; with my lips closed, I moaned at your touch. You direct me under the warm shower as the water cascaded down on me and washed the suds over me. I wiped my eyes, and pulled you into for a kiss.

I took my loofa and making it sudsy. I kissed and washed your neck, chest making them all covered full of suds and smelling all flowery and girly. I giggled as I washed you with my body wash. You moaned at my touch. I knelt down and looked up to up as I licked my juiced off your cock, making you groan and your cock harden. My tongue glided against your harding cock as I moaned enjoying the mixture of our fluids all over your cock and balls. I got dow to the base of your cock and licked between you balls, sucking each of them. You moaned loudly watching me. Your cock harden completely firm. I stroked it making it all sudsy as I slowly get up. . .

“Ram me.” I demanded with a growl. You did not think. You did not argue. You rammed your sudsy cock deep into my pussy as I groaned loudly. You pulled back only to ram deeper into me as I whimper. You pushed in deep as you reached over me and squeezed my breasts before your hands wondered down and rubbed over my fuzzy pussy lips.

“Fuck,” I mumbled as I knew you trying to reach my clit. I rocked into you as I as gasped. You reached my clit thrusting against my rocking motion. We both were groaning and grounding as you rub just the right spot, you could feel my pussy tightening around your cock. I quaked harder under you against your rhythm of your cock and your fingertips. . . harder and faster. . .

“Oh. . . baby. . . fuck!” I gasped out as gush over your sudsy cock. My body was still rocking in natural rhythm with you. . . panting I almost whimpered: “Baby. . . please. . . cum for me.”

You plow harder and faster and deeper soon enough you grunted as you shoot another load deep into me. I am lightheaded as I hold onto the wall and you hold onto me.

We caught our breath, washed your hair, and dry off.

We cuddle in bed bad naked.

© Mistress Dark Pen 2005-2022

Prayerful Edging

 Note: This story may offend some, please keep that in mind. . . if you are church-goer. You may not want to read. . . 

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Edging

Mistress Dark Pen

You didn't tell your Mistress where you were after work. . . you had her worry when she had no need. (You had went out with a bunch of guys as work, but you didn't want to show what a bitchy boy you are, so you didn't call her. Now you are a bad boy and WILL get punished.) You made her worried. Dinner got cold. She waited to play in her leather outfit. She was asleep with in her favorite chair, but when she woke up and you were still not there. She sighed, stripped, and when to bed.

You are really getting punished. . . You celebrated a thing at work, and it was late into the hours when you stumped in.

There was a note on the locked bedroom door. . .

Bitch

You have pissed your Mistress off. . .

You have two options to sleep:

1. On the floor
2. In the dog cage

You could barely read the words so you eat your microwaved dinner and crash on the couch.

It was barely seven am when she woke you will a horn and ice water dumped on your overnight boner. . . She was glad to ruined your nice dream. You screamed and rolled off the couch growling and grumbling.

“Get dressed. Your clothes are laying out. On your bed.” She growled. You stumped to get up.

“I know you are curious. We are going to church. You have thirty minutes to get a shower, and dressed to get breakfast. You are going to need to pray for my fucking mercy.” She growled as you noticed that she is a full flowing bright blue dress and sandals. You knew thirty minutes as you were half-wake while a throbbing head, and ice-cold balls that you will not be able to jerk off even if the shower was hot. She had set it up on purpose.

You sat at the back of the church, to be honest, she smiled, but she rather be home herself. However you were a very bad subby boy. You fumbled around in your pocket as you pull out two Polaroid pictures. . . one was your mistress in her full black and red outfit. . . thigh high black boots with three inch heels which she had used to stump on your balls a time or two. Your cock twitched in your almost tight slacks. The corset she had on was a new one: red and black with lacy string tying up to both of her breasts. She had a leather black mini skirt that barely covered her red lacy crotchless panties. She sat with her legs open so you could see she had just shaved and you knew she probably smelled like her favorite vanilla and coconut soaps. In fact, you realized that she had smelled like those as she was sitting next to you. You looked her dress and started to wonder if she was wearing any panties under that dress. You had completely forgotten that you were sitting in the back of the church even as they sing some solemn song to their deity. Your cock was getting hard and pushing against your pants.

You looked at the other picture to see your mistress was wearing nothing and her biggest dildo was half way in her tight red pussy. It was way longer than you were and much thicker too. At the bottom were the words: It could have been you. (You knew that on a few occasions, she would let you actually penetrate your cock in that amazing, hot and so fucking tight pussy. She knew that you had a hard client and she wanted to celebrate with you, but you fucking idiot blew the damn chance. Now instead of sleeping in a warm bed maybe getting pancakes and sausage. You sitting on a cold wooden pew listening to most of the church out of tune. Her vanilla and coconut and the naughty pictures in your hand are still making you hard. The lack of the blood to your brain was actually fighting against your throbbing headache.

“Put those away.” she demanded in a whispered tone. Even her tone was driving you crazy. The driven harshness of her direct tone made you barely think of the time she would direct you get off. Your semi-hard cock in your hand: it would harden with each time she would demand the action to stroke.

“Stroke.” Her words were pungent as you moved from from the base of your cock to the tip and then moving it back down again.

“Stroke” You would did again and again.

“Stroke. . . stroke. . . fucking . . . stroke” You moved your curled fist up and down: your cock slid as you had a bit of lube in your palm. . . it made the wet sound like Mistress soaked hot pussy. You stroked your hand up and down as she ordered you: squished as it slid up and down. The more she ordered you the harder and faster you move. You groaned barely under you panting breath.

The fantasy made your cock extremely hard and you heartbeat faster.

You finally got done with a nice service and many rushed out to their cars. She got into the driver's seat. You were confused but you get in the shot gun seat. She usually does not drive, but you knew that you were not in place to argue. She opened the glove box for you to see there was a purple vibrator in there. It was a multi-speed and one of her favorites.

“Unzip you pants and sit on your hands.” She demanded as you did as she said. She rolled up her dress as she was not wearing panties. You can smell her musk heated smell as she cracked the windows and locked the doors. She had parked in the middle of the church parking lot as many cars were driving, but you knew that could not quite see either of your exposed crotches unless they walked by the windows. The idea of getting caught, even worst getting caught at church, just made the moment hotter. Your cock twitched and pushed through your boxers and pants. It barely brushed against the zip making you groaned with a twisted teasing pain. Your balls are heavy as you had not released in several days. You had just remembered that your mistress talking about having a nice night together. You just did not think it would be last night . . . damn it, you really messed up. You now realized that you are seriously going to pain. You Are tangled in your thoughts when you heard a mixture of her low vibrator mixing with the engines of the cars and them a slightly moan and whine coming from her lips. She was so fucking wet as you can smell her sweet hot smell and hear the wet noises as the vibrator rubs against her pussy.

The blood was slowly draining from your head as you cannot think straight. You only know that you didn't just want release, but you need to fucking cum like yesterday. She turned it up to medium as she squealed hitting her clit just right before sliding that stick into her dripping wet pussy. You wished that stick was your cock. You wanted to be in your mistress. You knew you want it. . . you knew you need it. You needed to be played with her favorite toy. You needed to have her bounce on you over and over . . . harder and faster, You needed to know you were making her whimper, whine, and moan.

You saw he lick her lips as you wanted have to have your Mistress lick your naughty spots over and over. . . You wanted those lips wrapped around your cock. . . getting thicker and fuller as you penetrate that mouth. . . that hot tightening mouth. You wanted her tongue to tease and play with that tip licking off your precum.

You whimpered and moaned as you body built with tension. . .
It was so intense. . .
The build up. . . her tongue and lips so inviting . . . you wanted, but did you deserve it. . .
Did you beg enough? Did you serve her enough? What did you do for your Mistress?

You so wanted her to suck your sweet spots. . . to ghave her lips pulling your flesh into her hot wet tongue. . .you needed her to lick you, but she never gave you permission. . .

You had right to moan. . . to twitch. . . especially not to cum.

She finally screamed in escasty as her body got so tense, the windows steamed and she was panting as she gushed. You could smell her sweetness is so strong. . . You needed so cum. . . you cock is almost purple oozing of precum. She barely touches and you are in a pleasurable swirl of pain as you scream. She pushed you harden painful cock back into your pants.

“I'm good lets go eat., Only good boys get to cum.” She smiled, pulled out the vibrator, and started the car.

“Now lick it clean.” She handed you the vibrator. . .

© Mistress Dark Pen 2005-2022