The Training of Pixie Pt. 11

I am on my knees, my hands are tied behind my back, no handcuffs, with rope so I can feel them chaffing around my wrists, my hair loose with his hand holding it tight enough so that it stings, my eyes beginning to redden and tears at the corner of my eyes about to flow, just not quite yet. He teases my lips with the head of his cock, then pushes it in slowly back and forth all the way through, then takes his cock back out and slaps my face with it. "Keep your eyes on me" he says, as he knows how degrading I find this and wants to make sure I don't try to hide from it. He keeps slapping my face for a bit while staring right in my eyes making sure we keep contact, then pushes his cock back in to my mouth, warns me not to look away and starts to fuck my mouth harshly. I can feel his precum on the tip of his cock as it keeps entering my mouth, but as I am new to giving head, he keeps his cock in now while I begin to choke and attempt to pull myself back, he keeps hold of my

This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. Any unauthorized reproduction or reprint without the express authorization of the author is strictly prohibited. Like real life, it's a shitshow. It's not a cuckold story. There is minimal sex, but there is some. Before you go any further and your panties get in a knot, this is a story about EXTRAMARITAL SEX MARRIAGES. Warning Bill Robinson... WARNING! The couple in this story have an OPEN MARRIAGE! If this topic offends you, RUN... RUN NOW! And the main character is a woman. OH NO! Get the logs for the death pyre ready... the natives are restless. *** A conversation "Come on, Mandy," Lyle said, exasperated. "It's been a year, and we were so good together." It torqued me that he used the name I had asked him never to use again when addressing me. Not since... "No, Lyle," I replied, staring at him across the bistro table. "You said you had something to talk about. If this was it, I'

Note that the following events took place in the mid to late '90s, while the "Don't ask, don't tell" policy was in place in the military. Even after implementing that policy, being an active lesbian risked your career, especially for an officer. You really should read 'Like Butter on a Summer Day Pt. 01' first. * * * * * June 1995 On the way home, I thought about Megan. I remembered how into each other we had been and the one time we gave into those feelings and kissed. That one kiss was seared into my memory. ... As was our custom, we always met up at my apartment to start and end our bike rides. Then we'd shower and change before heading out for lunch. Today, I decided to go first because I needed a cold shower in the worst way. Despite the cold water, I was still so hot that I had to relieve myself by jilling off twice before I felt safe enough to get out of the shower. When I finished toweling off and pulled on my sweatpants and pullover, I left

Prologue Six months ago... I hurriedly grabbed a thin jacket from the coat rack in the foyer, tossing it over my shoulder. "Where are you going now?" My mother asked brazenly. I sighed, I didn't want to fight with her tonight. Our fights always ended with her empty threats to send me to New York with my aunt Savannah, every year since I started highschool. "Alex is picking me up, we are going on a date." I said, shifting my weight to my other leg, crossing my arms. "You're still with him?" She scoffed, sipping her wine. "A girl like you, shouldn't be with a guy like that." She huffed, burning me with her gaze. "What is that supposed to mean mom? A girl like me?" I shot back, tucking my long thick brown curls behind my ear. "Well, you know what I meant. He's too good looking for you."I scoffed, my anger starting to boil. "What am I not good looking enough?" I snapped back, reaching for the door. &quo

I previously wrote these stories over twenty years ago and after many years reading stories on Literotica I have decided to start posting my own. After these are posted I will start working on new ones. I did very little revising or editing to these stories. Mostly minor changes in grammar and punctuation, sentence structure, and readability. ---------------------------- The Story of My Wife, Chapter Two. Blindly **** For those who are new to the story, I met my future wife when I lived next door to her while we were both in college. I was a maintenance director at our townhouse project and I lived rent-free in the apartment set aside for the maintenance director as part of my salary. Most of my salary, actually, since it was really a part time position. When I moved in I was pleasantly surprised to find out the previous maintenance director had wired the apartment to peep into the adjoining apartments. Janie, my future wife, and her roommate Shelly happened to live in one of those a

On one occasion when Paul was unable to take Anne to Mme. Byrne's himself (she could guess the reason) he told Anne to have Debbie fill in for him. Anne confessed to her secretary that she spent some of her evenings prostituting herself in a brothel for her master, and asked Debbie to escort her. They did not speak as they rode in the taxi. Debbie was admiring the fine houses they passed and Anne was sunk in thought. Her secretary had not seen her naked since the scourging, much less selling herself. It would change their relationship at the office; she was a little afraid, but a little excited too. The doorman showed them into the office. Morgan ordered her to undress and she handed her clothes to him. Debbie viewed her markings, but said nothing. Mme. Byrne inspected Anne while Debbie bound Anne's hands behind her; she took the leash from Carmen and fastened it to Anne's collar. The madam explained Debbie's responsibilities in a few words: she was in control of her

"You are beautiful," Scaffaro said. "You may be a witch. You may be an enchantress. You may even be the evil hag Bista in disguise, but whatever you are, fair maiden, you are bewitchingly alluring." Tiffany — through Xandria's eyes — noticed some motion from Scaffaro's cock. Oh, god — am I going to see that gorgeous dick get hard in this game? Tiffany thought. But the thought pulled her out of the scenario. She quickly dropped back into Xandria's persona. "You are perceptive," she answered. "But I am not only beautiful. I have the power to enchant you into anything." She glanced to the strapon and harness in her hand. "You tempt me in ways you do not know," Scaffaro answered. "That a lovely woman such as yourself might even suggest providing such pleasure to a man such as I . . ." He drifted off, the statement unfinished. And his cock moved again, now showing sure signs of an impending erection. He WANTS me to do