A Thousand Little Pieces – #masturbationmonday

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“I love it when you grab my ass like that.” She whispered in his ear.

“You mean like this?” He responded taking her in an even firmer hold.

Her bottom was round and bountiful, more than a handful really, even for his big hands. But the way he took hold of it made her feel like he owned it – wanted to devour it. A lifetime of being self-conscious seemed to melt away for a moment. She felt beautiful, desired.

He gripped her flesh, pulling her cheeks apart. A wanton moan escaped her.

Her clit ached and she felt the wetness between her legs. She moved slightly against his hard thigh seeking friction, consumed by the feelings in her pussy. Wanting more, always more with him.

“This perfect ass is mine, you know that, right?” His hands circled and stroked.

“Yes.” She breathed.

“No-one else gets to touch it, spank it, or fuck it ever again. Understand?” He used his grip on her ass to pull her more firmly against his thigh.

She swallowed, her throat suddenly tight. His intentions clear for the first time.

A sharp slap. “Do you understand me, baby?”

She felt the goosebumps break out on her skin even as the heat spread.“Yes. That’s what I want.” She just managed to get the words out, her breathing unsteady now.

He stepped back from her; she met his dark gaze knowing he could see what she needed.

“Spread your legs a little more.” A soft command. “Put your hands on the wall.”

She moved to comply, wanting this with every cell in her body. She took a step back from the wall so she could lean forward a little to stick her ass out towards him. Every line of her body screamed how much she wanted his touch, needed him to make her come. She was so greedy for him.

He moved to stand behind her. She felt his eyes caress her body, every inch of her alert to the sound of his breathing, his movements. She heard the rustle of his shirt hitting the floor, shuddered as his belt opened and his zip lowered; the quiet slap of his feet on the hardwood floor as he he stepped out of his trousers. She closed her eyes to see his beautiful body in her mind’s eye, especially his long, hard cock.

His warm hands came to rest on her back, gently stroking down the length of her spine until they rested on the swell of her hips. He squeezed and held her, stepping close to fit his hard cock between her ass cheeks. She couldn’t resist circling her hips to rub against him; loving the quiet gasp he made.

“Oh, that feels good.” He groaned, thrusting against her bottom until she felt the evidence of his need, damp against her skin.

She felt his reluctance as he stepped back. He still held her hips as he dropped to his knees, his hot breath swept across her naked ass, sending darts of lust straight to her clit.

Knowing that she was so on display for him increased the need pounding through her veins. She couldn’t stop herself as she tilted her hips a little more. She wanted to be wide open for him, she wanted his mouth.

The first touch of his lips was almost her undoing, fracturing her control. He kissed every inch of her bottom, open mouthed, ravenous kisses. His stubble exquisite abrasion on her tender skin. Biting and sucking, licking and soothing; he adored every curve and dimple. His hands cupped her, kneaded and squeezed.

“Please!” She cried out in need, her pussy hurting, needing to be fucked. She didn’t care how he did it: fingers, cock, mouth. She writhed and pleaded, desperate for him to finish this.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Her head fell back as she screamed out her pleasure. The beautiful heat engulfed her, every nerve ending begging for more. He didn’t disappoint her.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The blows never landed in the same place twice until her whole ass stung and blazed.

“Oh god! Please finish this, please…”

Her legs trembled and she hung her head, panting.

She was so close, so on edge, needing that little bit more pain to take her over.

“Now! Give it to me now!”

He thrust two fingers inside her drenched pussy finding a swift rhythm as he spanked her, hard, over and over until she broke into a thousand little pieces of exquisite pleasure.

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Gossamer Threads – #masturbationmonday

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I can’t take my eyes off her.

Sophia.

I know her name: her beautiful smile, her husky voice. I know the way she moves; the soft, lilting sway of her hips as she walks by my desk. The full breasts that always seem to be slightly straining the buttons on her blouses. The top two buttons are always undone. I keep getting lost in the deep valley on show – the soft, tanned skin is so tempting to me.

I want to lick it, rain kisses on it, run my fingers over it.

I want to lose myself.

The lust I feel is like nothing I have ever experienced. It has captured me, a silken web that I don’t even attempt to break. I want to wrap myself in its gossamer threads.

Without thinking I push my chair back to stand up and follow the object of my fascination. The need to touch her is a craving that can no longer be ignored.

I don’t stop when I reach Sophia’s office; walking in I turn and shut the door, flicking the lock.

She turns from gazing out of the window.

“Emma?”

There is a knowledge in her eyes.

Can she see how much I want her? I feel like she should, I feel like it is written in neon letters on my forehead as I walk towards her.

She is older than me, such a sexual being. Surely she has experience of this kind of lust, this level of need. My eyes lock onto hers. All I can think about is putting my lips on hers, licking into her mouth, touching her breasts.

Oh god! My heart is pounding, my body struggling to cope with the adrenaline coursing through it.

I stop right in front of her, our breasts almost touching. We are a similar height but that is where the similarity ends. I am pale and slender where she is all dark, sensuous curves.

I hear her exhale a long, shaky breath. Her rich, brown eyes are shining; gold flecks molten in their depths.

“I want you.” I whisper.

“Yes.”

I see the word on her ruby lips, I feel it between my legs.

My hands cup her face, my thumb stroking across her plump lips. Her pink tongue flicks out to lick it, she sucks me into her mouth.

For a brief moment I cannot breath.

“I want to fuck you, make you come. I need to see you come for me.”

The words come out in a rush. I am losing control.

I want to take her, hard, wrap her in my web of wanton need.

“Oh god! Yes…” She moans as she lets go of my finger, falling back slightly to lean against the wall.

“Open your blouse.”

Her fingers work frantically at the small buttons as my hands yank her skirt up over her hips. I grab her silk panties and shove them down to just above her knees.

“Spread your legs.”

The panties mean she can only open her legs a little, but it’s enough. My fingers find her wet and ready. I thrust two inside her. Her eyes close, she is panting and clenching my fingers hard as I fuck her.

“Undo your bra.”

She raises shaky hands to the front clasp and pops it open. Her full breasts tumble out, her brown nipples already hard and tight. They sway a little each time my fingers fuck into her.

I want them in my mouth.

She watches me, waiting. A light sheen of sweat shimmers on her chest.

“Hold them for me.”

Her hands cup her stunning breasts and lift them to my waiting, ravenous mouth. I lick and suck them, leaving a wet, gossamer trail across her flawless, golden skin.

“Please…” She is on edge, I see the desperation on her face.

Withdrawing my fingers I quickly rub their slippery warmth on and around her clit until her whole body tenses.

Her hands let go of her breasts and fall down to press against the wall.

“I want to see you, Sophia.”

“Oh god! It’s too much… I can’t…” She is starting to panic.

I lean back slightly. I know what she needs.

My other hand comes down in a rapid series of smacks on her bottom. The stinging pain releases her orgasm and I thrust my fingers back into her body as she moans my name. Arching her back, she jerks and shudders through her climax.

I can’t look away.

I am lost.


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Waiting – #masturbationmonday

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Naked, she stands facing the white wall, dark, long hair falling down her back in thick waves. The wall is cool, soothing against her burning skin. Her hand rests by her head, fingers opening and closing with anticipation. Rocking her body slightly, her tight nipples rub and grind on the hard surface – such delicious friction.

She sighs, spreading her fingers wide, pressing her palm to the wall.

Waiting.

Her body is ready, knowing he is watching her is all it ever takes. Her skin tingles where his gaze touches her. The back of her shapely calves, the hills and valleys of her bottom, the most sensitive of places, the base of her back which dips and arches. Her body undulates towards the wall in remembered bliss as his eyes travel up the fluid lines of her back.

Her feet separate, the ache in her pussy beginning to consume her. She’s so needy now, so wanton.

His footsteps echo on the tiled floor, bringing a deep stillness to her body. Barely breathing she prepares herself for his first touch.

She feels the heat emanating from his body first. He is still dressed in a white shirt and black trousers. The graze of the material, as he comes to a halt behind her, only heightens the sensitivity in her skin.

He stands slightly to the side of her, his head bent as he watches his hand cup the soft underside of her bottom.

She lets out a long, controlled exhale.

He gently traces the curve until it meets the centre of her body, following the deep crevasse upwards until his hand lingers on the elegant bow of her lower back.

“So beautiful…” he whispers.

His hand draws mesmerising patterns on her skin: so soft, so torturously soft.

She swallows hard, trying to control her increasingly erratic breathing. Her nipples hurt now – so tight and sensitive. She knows they will be adorned soon, the cause of exquisite agony.

The soft pad of one finger dances up her spine. She can’t help pushing her bottom out and arching her back; her breasts flattening against the wall as her head falls back with a gasp.

A low, gruff laugh. “So sensitive, Babygirl. Such a test for my self-control.”

She stands tall again, she knows that’s what he wants.

“Good girl. Soon now. I’m impatient tonight.”

The husky words make her heart sing. Her ruby lips curl into a small smile of satisfaction.

Suddenly, two hands sweep over her back, firm and a little rough. She feels his calluses catch on her soft skin, leaving stinging trails of heat in their wake.

A fine sheen of sweat covers her body as her heart thumps hard in her chest. She feel his need like a pulsing, rhythmic beat on her skin. Tensing every muscle, she tries to breath.

HIs hands push the long strand of her hair over one shoulder revealing the delicate nape of her neck. His hands don’t stop moving now. Her head falls forward onto the cool wall as they glide over her shoulders and neck into her hair; over and over like waves crashing onto her body. Her skin is on fire, the hair on her head tangling with his fingers until she realises he is collecting it into his big hand, holding it in a thick, tousled ponytail.

His hand tightens in her hair and he pulls her head back. The sting makes her eyes water. It hurts – it really hurts – but she wants it, she’s been waiting for it.

He pulls her body from the wall to make room for his other hand. Her stance widens to accommodate the movement. He squeezes her breast, a teasing, brief taster of what’s to come; before his hand drops down to between her legs where he thrusts two fingers straight into her drenched, swollen pussy.

“Ahh!” She screams as her inner muscles milk his fingers in a desperate attempt to get what she needs.

He bends down to whisper against her cheek.

“No mercy tonight, Babygirl.”


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Play With Me – #masturbationmonday

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She is panting already. She has no self control where he is concerned. Legs spread over his, she revels in the beautiful ache that is building between them.

Her eyes are fastened on his hand down her panties. His thumb rests on her tanned stomach while the rest of his fingers have slipped beneath the material to slowly stroke her hot, slick pussy. She loves to watch his muscular forearm as he plays with her body; flexing and tensing, every muscle and tendon is defined with each movement of his talented hand.

She relishes the weight of his other arm across her chest; she feels the soft hairs against her sensitive skin. His hand holds her breast in a firm grip; pinned back against the soft sofa cushion she has no choice but to watch and feel as he takes control of her body.

His four fingers rub and stroke her flesh, perfect pressure, perfect placement. He knows her body so well now. The pretty purple bow on her panties rises and dips in time with his fingers; the butterflies flutter along with it.

Her hips begin to move now, searching, wanting. Her head falls back against the sofa and she begins to close her eyes. She can’t take much more. She’s going to shatter into a thousand pieces and she knows it.

“Look at me.” His voice is low and firm.

Her head rolls towards him. His deep blue eyes burn into hers.

She can’t look away.

“It feels too good. I… I can’t…” Words elude her as his fingers drop down to slide inside her. She can only let out a needy moan. “Please don’t make me wait…” She feels safe in her desperation.

“I won’t, baby. I’m going to give you what you need. Keep your eyes on me.”

“Yes… oh god, yes!” She blindly reaches out to grasp his thigh.

Her stomach undulates as she tries to gasp for breath and stay still for him. Her pussy feels so good she can only languish in it. His thumb has disappeared beneath the bow now; stroking her clit in a fast, necessary rhythm while two of his long, thick fingers fuck her hard and fast.

“Give it to me, babygirl.” He demands.

“Kiss me!” She pleads. She wants to be as close to him as possible. She wants to moan her orgasm into his mouth.

He leans towards her and takes her mouth in a deep, surging kiss. He licks into her, his tongue duelling with hers.

The throbbing ache between her thighs suddenly sparks into a wave of electricity making her cry out into his mouth.

“Yes.” He breathes against her lips.

His hand never stops. Over and over again his fingers pump into her until he is panting in time with her.

Her hand flies up to grab the back of his head, holding him against her, anchoring her so she can lose herself briefly in the heaving, twisting tide threatening to take over her body.

Her eyes stay open. She watches the deep satisfaction on his face as she comes hard for him. She sees everything he feels for her and it makes her heart squeeze as the last waves of pleasure work their way through her body.


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Tease – #masturbationmonday

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The rope feels delicious on her skin; rough against her softness. Every movement sends shocks of pleasure between her legs – the abrasion only emphasising her excitement.

Bound and spread open, she is on display for him. Her eyes are closed as instructed. She loves knowing he can see all of her, nothing is hidden. Every fold of her pussy, every drop of her honey is there for him to see.

Her arms are stretched out to the side; her legs bent and open wide. All of her restrained and ready for him. She cannot help the pulse of her hips. She is searching for that first touch.

Desperate for it, for him.

“Please!” She whispers.

She hears him move to the bottom of the bed. He has been sat in a chair for what feels like an hour. Watching her, taking in her body bound in his ropes. She knows he will have planned and visualised exactly what he will do to her.

His patience and control are extraordinary, but right now she is frantically hoping that he puts her out of her misery soon.

She turns her head but keeps her eyes closed as she senses him move to the side of the bed. She feels the light sheen of sweat on her skin. Her panting breaths seem so loud in the quiet room.

His big hand gently cups the side of her face. His thumb softly tracing her lips.

“Open.” His voice is low.

She licks her lips and opens her mouth. His thumb slides in. She sucks and licks greedily, enjoying the saltiness of his skin; wanting any form of penetration that she can get.

She aches, her breasts want to be squeezed, slapped, sucked. Her pussy needs to be taken and fucked.

Anything! Jesus just touch me, please.

He withdraws his thumb from her mouth, lifting her head as he pushes a pillow underneath her. She feels him move onto the bed between her legs and place his hands on her open thighs.

“Open your eyes.”

She blinks a few times to focus on him. He is gloriously naked. The muscles in his arms tense and clearly defined. His thick, hard cock strains towards his stomach looking flushed and more than ready.

His heated gaze is locked on hers.

“I want you to watch.”

She nods, holding her breath as he takes hold of his beautiful cock.

He plants his knees wide apart, so close they push against her legs, forcing them a little wider.

He guides the head of his cock to her smooth pussy and lightly presses and rubs her clit; over and around, up and down. Even that slight pressure makes her whimper and thrust towards him. The sight of his cock on her pussy is driving her insane. He thrusts back and forth, maintaining the contact, the friction just enough to keep her on edge. The rosy head of his cock glistening now with her juices.

“Oh god!” She moans.

His cock feels so good. It slides up and down her pussy. Nudging apart her folds, it torments and tantalises her. Never quite giving her enough. Teasing her beyond measure.

“More, please!”

A small smile lifts the side of his mouth.

He places his hand on her ass cheek, his thumb on his cock pushing it down onto her pussy as he thrusts up towards her clit. The added pressure makes them both gasp. She sees his jaw clench and knows he is close now.

So close to giving her what she needs.

“Fuck! That feels so good.” He grinds out.

His eyes squeeze shut as his head falls back on his shoulders.

He is torturing them both.

He opens his eyes and raises his head to look at her. He concentrates the pressure of his cock on the most sensitive part of her clit. The burn builds until her back arches and she begins to pull against her restraints. Gasping and whimpering. His thumb presses his cock down over and over again as he thrusts over that exquisite bundle of nerves.

“Watch my cock.” He demands.

She makes herself open her eyes.

The light sweat on his body only highlights his beauty. The muscles taut and strained now; she wants to watch his climax as much as she wants her own.

“I’m going to mark you with my come. Make this pussy mine.”

“Yes!” She wants that more than her next ragged breath.

His movements become frantic, rubbing and thrusting against her drenched pussy.

Her clit is on fire. So close now.

Suddenly he pulls back slightly fisting his cock. She watches intently as his whole body tenses. His muscles flexed and working. His cock fucking his fist, hard and fast. Wanting it, straining for it.

Finally his come shoots out onto her pussy. The warm wetness making her tingle and pulse. Over and over his come spurts onto her skin. She feels it run down between her ass cheeks as his body shudders and shakes in the last moments of his petite mort.

Her breathing is rapid and out of control. She feels frenzied and desperate. Her head and shoulders lift off the pillow then slam back down.

“Now! Please, god, now!” She begs.

One of his hands goes straight to her clit, rubbing and stroking his come all over. He takes two fingers from the other and thrusts into her wet pussy. He sets a hard fast beat. Unrelenting agonising pleasure builds in her. She watches his hands on and inside her body. Silently urging them on, needing the burning release that is so close.

“Give it to me, baby. Right now!”

She lets out an inarticulate wail, sobbing and thrashing her head from side to side as her orgasm bursts through her. Her back arches, every single muscle and tendon tight and stretched. The ropes anchor her, letting the pleasure flow through her body. Every inch of her tingling and flooded with life, with her need for him.

His fingers continue to move inside her, teasing every last drop out of her swollen, pulsing pussy. She finally relaxes back into the bed gradually loosening her grip on the rope.


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