Sweet Lil Wicked One's blog: "Sensual Ponderings"

A Submissive Challenge by Raindear816© (Sweet Lil Wicked One) Your pet kneels before you with her eyes fixed on yours. Looking up at you this way, she can show you just how submissive she will be. Her hands trail electric surges up your calves to your thighs. Reaching behind you, she massages your ass cheeks; watching in amazement as your powerful cock rises before her. The warm velvet of her sticky tongue licks just under your head, bulbous and throbbing; making your cock dance from the sensitivity. She opens her mouth wide to accommodate your thick meat while her hands grip your cheeks and slam them toward her, making you almost lose your balance as you impale her throat all the way. Your deliberately deep, steady thrusts, provide a bit of pain for her as you pierce her throat. The pain only intensifies the pleasure welling up inside her moist, juicy cunt. She longs to show you that she cares for and adores you without limits, so she assists in pulling you deeper and harder as you fuck her luscious mouth. She even goes so far as to plant your hands in her hair, to pull and tangle as you force her to delve deeper than she's ever gone before. Slurping, squishing, dripping saliva washes you all over. Your balls are vibrated by the deep moans in her throat. As Your pet's hands come forward to feel the throbbing scepter of her Masterful King, she feels transformed into a hungry tigress, one who will serve and devour the feast of the Man before her. Attacking you lovingly, with furious sucking, munching and licking, your transformed Tigress sees no boundaries to the pleasure she will give you. Her hungry mouth goes below, over your balls, and underneath -- as your legs spread further. She lathes your puckered ring while pawing your shaft. Insistent on your pleasure, she does not stop. She adores you, her Master, and this is just one of many ways she wants to show you. Her tiny hand slips down to your wet hole and penetrates it as her tongue licks your slit atop your head, making you shiver and growl in ecstasy. Her tiny finger twists and turns to sweetly torment your prostate, making your body writhe. As her mouth once again engulfs you, there is no point where you begin and she ends. You are now one through this union, one heartbeat, one force, one intense electric being unexplained by science or reason. You just are. As your seed explodes into her throat, your tigress savors the liquid silk, lapping at your man's milk, not wanting to miss a drop. But as she catches her breath, more spurts out on her lips, chin and tits. Pawing her face, she cleans herself like the jungle cat into which you've transformed her. She takes her tiny hands and traces the more of the liquid silk to form a white glistening film over her breasts. Like a brazier made for her, melted and poured, her taut nipples are coated with your cream. Your proud tigress lays before you, reveling in your cum all over her, watching you intently. Can her nasty thoughts can be read from her innocent, yet stormy and wanton eyes? She rises before you, then assumes the position of a tigress in heat, looking over her shoulder; back at you, daring you to read her mind. Knowing exactly what she needs, you reach for your flogger and apply it to her wanton ass, taming her, meeting her impudent challenge. Occasionally, the tip of one of the lashes connects with her swollen pussy lips, making her squeal and wriggle with pain, but your humble pet knows better than to break the position she is in when her Master chooses to discipline her. Finally, when You have had enough pleasure from reddening her luscious ass, you kneel down behind her and possess her. As you place your right hand on the back of her neck and pin her head securely to the floor, making your former tigress arch her back and present her ass to you, she whimpers like the pet that she is. Your left hand slips down the front of her body and grasps her pussy, taking it fully in your hand, squeezing hard, letting her know it is yours to do with what You wish. You slide your fingers up to her hard, throbbing pearl and toy with it, stealing another gasp from her throat. Your cock enters her leaking, swollen center with one steady thrust, and now she is fully Yours. Pinning her down with one hand, working her clit with the other, you take her hard and fast with your rampant, throbbing cock, ravaging her tight, velvety cunt with each thrust. She pleads for you to cum as you ram into her again. She is so wet, your cock audibly sloshes through her juices, which squirt out around your cock with each plunge into her depths. She stops pleading for your release and begs for her own as her body contracts around you in waves of pleasure. When granted permission, she cums, crying out, her little fists beating on the floor, but You keep fucking her. She is desperate, her hands move to her tits where they pluck roughly at her beaded nipples, pinching hard, pulling, twisting, anything to add to the sensations raging through her body. She begins to cum again, wagging her hips ferociously. As you spear her hard, harder, driving her forward, and then at the first contraction of her spasming nether muscles around your rock hard cock, you start to cum also, your seed pouring out of you in almost an unbroken stream. You cum what seems like gallons and your combined juices spill from her cunt, over your balls, and drip to the floor. Finally exhausted, spent, You turn her over onto her back and loom above her, your knees on either side of her chest, looking down at her triumphantly. You take your left hand, the one that was at her swampy sex, the one that is dripping with your love juices, and smear it all over her face, plunging your fingers into her mouth, covering her face with your combined nectar. She is Yours. **RIP Grand Tiger**

(my) Request by Raindear816© (Sweet Lil Wicked One) seduce me lead me tie me to a chair torture me pry from me sweet confessions quakes of surrender take from me all i possess leave me begging for more

Pritty Kitty by Raindear816© (Sweet Lil Wicked One) Since it had been too long since I'd truly seduced you, I thought it best to call, and ask you to meet me at a very different place than any other we'd been before. "Please darlin', I want to make things up to you. I know I've neglected you, sugar. I want to make this a night you won't forget. Please meet me at the old strip club, 'Pritty Kitty'. It isn't open anymore, but I feel you deserve some special attention. I just happen to have a friend who owns the building." You smile as you hear the words, Pritty Kitty. "Okay baby, what time?" "At 8 tonight. I want to have a lot of time to lavish you with pleasure." It is your fascination with me that causes me to feel desirable. I want to dance for you, tease you, make you want me more than a breath of life. I can hardly wait for you to show up. I've made arrangements with the owner to make full use of the lights and music, and my favorite, the stripper's pole. You arrive to a dimly lit room, reminiscent of a bar, but romantically lit with candles. Soft music plays in the background as passionfruit caresses your senses. I have thoughtfully placed a bottle of your favorite wine, a glass, and a rose with a note asking you to take a seat and enjoy the show. You feel your heart racing. You nearly laugh because this just couldn't possibly be happening to you. This is something you only see on TV, and yet, it's real. I peek from behind the curtain as I see you taking your seat. It is all I can do to restrain myself from rushing into your arms and kissing you with animalistic lust, but tonight is your night and I hope you will enjoy this fantasy I act out for you. God, you look so handsome. I love the way your eyes sparkle when you smile. I see you take a drink and I am reminded of the last time you were using those succulent lips in a sweet assault on my pussy. I feel the temperature in my being rise, my slit becomes wet with memory and anticipation. The lights cast shadows that would wickedly tease your sense of sight as I dance for you. This was intentional. I want you to crave me, to want me -- beyond this natural realm of life. I stepped onto the hardwood stage, smiling at you, my one and only target for pleasure, and smile. I am wearing a cropped T-shirt, bra, panties, and thigh highs with heels. As I'd wanted, light cast a silhouette of my curves upon the velvety background. My heart thundered. How can I be so nervous? I know you, I want you, I adore you. The music began and my body swayed. I closed my eyes, splayed my fingers low on my belly and got into the music. Feeling it first with my head and my shoulders, I nodded and swayed to the bass in the beat. My eyes remained closed as my torso began to move and the tingling waves of excitement tickled the base of my spine. I melted into what felt like pure liquid motion as I slid my hands from my thighs to my knees, slipping forward before raising my arms over head with sinuous grace, stretching high, as if grasping for something that remained out of reach. I wanted you. I stared out at you, kicked off my heels, smiled and grabbed the pole. Knowing you were watching me brought another tingle, this one centered low in my body, deep between my legs. Slowly I got to my feet, shoulders rolling side to side as I pushed up from the floor, my hands sliding high on the pole again. Turning, I faced the room, and you, arched my back and tilted my pelvis while lifting one knee waist high. Oh fuck yeah, baby. I love the feel of my body when I dance. I love the raw, hot, sensual sex I feel when my muscles stretch, pulling tendons, strengthening my abs and my arms; arms that will wrap around you soon. I feel an arousing awareness of all the things that make me a woman. Those are the very things I want you to know. Swaying to the music's rhythm, I spun to face the pole and hooked my knee behind it. Securing my hold with one hand, I leaned back while the fingers of my free hand brushed the floor and I slowly rolled back up. My lower body undulated as I twined both legs around the pole, imagining your body and how I want to wrap my legs around you in lustful haste. But instead I moved my hands to the hem of my cropped T-shirt and pulled it over my head. The lacey push-ups of my bra gave my bountiful breasts a beckoning call for your hands; but not yet, sugar. I looked out beyond the lights to find you watching me, and from the dimly lit background, a rise in your trousers was evident, so I knew I was stimulating you. I smoothed my hands to my stomach, up to my breasts, cupping their weight and tossed my head back with pleasure invoked by imagining your hands covering mine. Your hands moving to my shoulders and pulling down the straps of my lacey constraint. Mmm, what a moistening thought. I left them dangling there and turned to face away, toward the wall, taking the shadowed ridge of material against my body and continued to sway. I almost heard your groan as you didn't yet see my creamy mounds. I wished I could see your face as you watched me undress just for you. My nerve endings prickled and teased, I wanted to see your eyes, the heat in them and to feel your hardness. I wanted to stand behind you, run my hands from your shoulders to your wrists, wrap my arms around your waist and slide my palms down to the bulge in your fly. Instead, I slipped my fingers between my own legs, pressing and pulling slowly up between the lacey elastic of my stockings until I reached passed the elastic bands. I began to sweat. I felt the first buzz along my my swampy crevasse, the second along my breasts. I turned around and watched you, wanting to feel your mouth nuzzling me there, breathing in the scent of my skin perfumed with nothing but arousal. My breathing quickened as I saw you jacking your cock, now exposed as your powerful hand slid up and down over the bulbous head and stiffened shaft as you were the voyeur and I was your muse. I twisted about, and hung from the pole, upside-down in a split, hurring to invite you onstage. "C'mere baby," I said and motioned with a curl of my finger to entice you. Afraid I'd fall, I quickly twirled and let my legs fall to the floor. You came to me, naked from the waist down and I stripped your shirt off, popping off buttons in the process. I cupped your head close to guide your mouth to my taut nipples, still covered by the lace, which you ripped off as well. I threaded my fingers into your hair, which has the texture of exquisite silk. My hand found the soft velvety skin between your legs that covered your balls, and I felt them draw tight with my caress. I also felt the pulse of the steel, suede-like skin of your fuck-pole. I moaned deeply in the back of my throat, where I wanted to be holding you, sucking you, swallowing you. As you leaned against the pole and the music played, I knelt before you and began to take you as far into my mouth as you wanted to go. My groan came in a desperate whimper as I sucked back and forth, allowing you to fuck my mouth. "Holy FUCK, Ashleigh!" My hands caressed your balls and jacked your shaft as I licked you up and down and sucked with tornadic twists of my mouth and tongue. Oh how I love swirling my tongue around and up and down your amazing cock. I looked up at you to find your face contorted in ecstasy as you watched me take every inch of you in and out of my bottomless pit. I whispered onto the engorged head of your cock, it was strainging against it's own purplish plum-like skin. "I am so hot for you baby." I raised up and shimmied off my stockings and kicked them into the corner of the stage. I was unbelievably wet. The scent of my arousal was sweet and musky. I stood before you in nothing but my panties. The music once again swept me along, the notes reminiscent of the feel of hot sex, erotically potent, electrically charged. The soft ivory satin and lace of my panties slipped to the floor, I felt your strong hands turning me to face the pole, which I took hold of willingly and swung around, winked at you then heard your most provocative words... "Hold on baby-girl." You brought your hands to my breasts, tugging at my nipples, making me squeak with pleasure. I bit my lower lip as you took hold of the pole above my own hands and swung in front of me. Your mouth made it's steamy connection with my mounds with stiff peaks and I almost lost my grip. Your tongue did things that I don't remember ever experiencing before, so captivating, so tantalizing --scrumptious. I nearly came from only the stimulation of my nipples. Your touch was almost unbearable. My arousal was in need of relief, as was yours from the obvious sight of precum dripping from the shiny purple head of your volcanic cock. "Please! Please fuck me now!" I pleaded. Your hands bent me at the waist as my hips backed against your throbbing erection, working with the music's rhythm. I felt you teasing my crease with your cockhead and whimpered for more. "No, baby-girl, hold on." I felt a whoosh of air as you immediately dropped into a squat beneath my ass, parted my cheeks and licked me from my slit to my naughty rosebud. "Ah, FUCK! " I said in a gasp. My flesh was swollen and evidently delightful to your taste buds as you lingered there, bathing my clit, my tunnel, and my ass. Back. Forward. I began to grind and once again, nearly lost my grip and balance. I felt your chest graze against my back as you raised up and bent forward to whisper into my ear, "Now, make sure you hold on sweetness, because I'm gonna fuck you so hard and deep." My body responded immediately and nectar poured from me with your words. With only your words, I came. Then you speared my molten, slippery slit and I screamed with pleasure. I gripped the stripper's pole with all my might as you slammed into me. I felt your balls slapping my thighs as you drove into me. Piercing me with your cock, so hard, so deep and so fast, I began to tighten once again inside. An orgasm was in wake and I could barely hold on. "You are so fuckin' sexy," you said as you thrust, then leaned forward and bit my nape. Fucking me in time with the sultry rhythm of the music, you beat every inch of your turgid flesh into me. "Do you want my cum, Ashleigh? Tell me where you want it." Your finger teased my ass. I responded with a backward grind. "Fuck yeah, baby. Fill my tight cunt with your hot wad. NOW!" Your finger slipped past the ring of my ass as you pressed your cock harder and deeper into my pussy. "You sure?" I screamed. "Fill my pussy baby, FINGER MY ASS...OH GOD YESSSSSS!" With that plead, and my pussy clenching around you with my climax approaching, I felt you stiffen beyond belief and shoot your molten essence into my pulsing pussy. Nectar and cum poured out of me, like a tidal wave as the ripple effect of my quaking propelled a running stream down my thighs as I held tight to that pole. The music slowed and I felt you slip out of me, then walked around the other side of the pole to face me. I was breathless, but energized at the same time. "Mmm, baby-girl, you're my naughty angel!" You kissed my lips tenderly, then conflagrations of fiery passion tingled my lips, stinging my core, burning me once again with desire for more of you. We gathered up my clothing. "What now?" you asked. "Take me home, I'm not finished with you tonight." I said and nipped at your lower lip, then gave you a devilish grin. "Oh darlin', you are such a bad, good girl." We left the Pritty Kitty, on a quest for more adventures to CUM.

Suck University: Suckology II by Raindear816© (Sweet Lil Wicked One) Chapter 1: Extra Credit Work Camille and I, being called upon for a special assignment by Professor Unit, were anticipating a challenging and extensive session in Suckology II (2 people sucking on one, that is). We decided that we should form a plan to please the professor. "Camille, he mentioned a blindfold, you remember?" "Yes, Ashleigh, I remember. That's why I am so excited." "Well, I was thinking. Since it's going to be only us and him, it doesn't seem fitting that we should be blindfolded. How about we test our two methods of cock-worship on Professor Unit while he is blindfolded?" "Oh, I love the way you think sista!" Camille said with a high-five. We left the Alpha Phi Orgasma Sorority house with thirsty mouths, dampening cunnies, and the black silk blindfold. We knocked at the door almost in unison and laughed at our joint eagerness to show our talents. "Well, Ms. Savage and Ms. WickedOne, I was beginning to think you ladies wanted an 'incomplete' for this assignment due to your tardiness. Come in. I'm pleased to see you both came before the deadline. Now, the question is...will I?" He arched his eyebrow at each of us with an authoritative glare. Thanking him, we passed the threshold and proceeded to his sitting area. "Just a moment girls, I will be taping this for a visual aid for the upcoming enrollees." I looked at Camille, and she looked at me. Our eyes were wide with excitement. I could almost feel my sensual butterflies fluttering with hers. "Professor, I am honored, um...WE are honored that you hold us in such high esteem as to videotape our efforts so that we may help pass down our carnal knowledge to future students," said Camille, enthusiastically. "Yes," I said, "we are thrilled, but there is one change we'd like you to consider with this assignment. The blindfold, we thought..." I hesitated. "Go on." "We were thinking that you should wear the blindfold and enjoy our mouths upon your flesh, without knowing who is whom. That way you will not be partial to just one technique or lady for that matter. We'd like to receive this grade as a joint-effort." I said, matter-of-factly. "Interesting, ladies, but part of oral pleasure is watching the person giving it to you." He paused for a moment, scratching his head in thought, then nodded. "OK, ladies I will grant this request, but your efforts must be greater than if I were seeing what you were both doing, and when I say 'take it off', you must." Professor Unit commanded. He set the camera on auto-record and positioned it so that we could access him while he leaned against the wall. Camille stepped over to the Professor tying the blindfold snugly around his head and adjusting it gently over his eyes. "Mmm, Professor," she whispered into his ear, "you have know idea what is in store for you." I began working our Professor out of his trousers as he leaned there. His hands came down to assist me, I moaned my hot breath against his cock as it sprung free from it's constraint. He was becoming erect already. Camille dropped to her knees beside me and marveled at the curve of his cock. She began to massage his balls while I eased in and snaked my tongue across his aching tip. It was bulbous, throbbing, and became hard as steel. Camille teased the tender underside of his scrotum (as Professor Joe had taught her in a previous lecture), and spit into her hand and wetting his sac with her other hand. My lips locked around his shaft and began to slide down his cock, accommodating the curve of it with my throat. "Nnnnnng, Ms. Savage, Ms. WickedOne. You've been taught well." He groaned. His hands threaded through my blonde hair and Camille's luxuriously rich brunette locks equally. He caressed us both as we worshipped the altar of his manhood. I began wrapping my tongue around him, using its power to swirl a vortex of ecstasy around his throbbing member. My lips slammed down hard upon him, sucking him to the base. Camille giggled as my mouth wet her hands with every bobbing suck. Camille began to lick the underside of his balls, sucking them, then licking her way up. Our lips met as I deep-throated the Professor, sending sparks of female electricity from her lips to mine. I moaned at the added sensation of her softness outside and his hardness in my mouth. His cock throbbed as my hand grabbed one of his ass cheeks, then slid into the vale between them. I wasn't sure he'd allow it, so I hesitated. "Proceed student, proceed." He commanded breathlessly as he bucked hard against my throat. My finger prodded his ass, and I felt Camille's mouth upon mine as she too wanted a taste of the Professor's rigid cane. I took one final draw upon his cock and flicked his "v" spot over to Camille with my tongue. "Mmm Professor, you are so fucking delicious, " she said as she licked his cock up and down and around like an ice cream cone. I moved between the professor's legs in front, facing Camille as she straddled my waist and began to suck him voraciously. I licked, and fondled his balls and underneath, while my finger once again teased his crinkled bud. I felt Camille's enthusiasm dripping from her pussy--She'd not worn any panties, as she began to put her entire body into her efforts of motion. She was moaning a delicate hum continuously as the Professor's knees began to weaken and his ass began to suck at my invasive finger. My mouth gently munched at his balls and my finger slipped inside his ass as he squatted for me and pumped for Camille. I was finger-fucking his ass and sucking his balls, while Camille had a lip lock on him that drove him mad as he fucked her throat. His body trembled, then stiffened. We knew he was there, hovering between the grade of an 'I' and an 'A+'. I reached up, grabbing Camille's thigh, letting her know it was time for us to get into position. She shuddered against my touch, then moved her body and mouth away from the Professor as I rose. "Take off the blindfold NOW, ladies!" Professor Unit commanded. I removed it, then dropped to my knees. Camille shared in the jacking of his shaft and massaging of his balls with me. Our faces, nearly joined, were drawing licks and sucks over his volcanic head, nearly tangling our tongues in a passionate French kiss as the Professor gazed down upon us. "Cum for us Professor!" She pleaded. "Yes, let us drink the hot cum as it surges from your balls." I squeezed him firmly, and penetrated his ass again. The Professor could not utter a word, but growled like a beast as he bucked against my finger and pushed against our twisting tongues. He exploded, shooting his hot wad all over Camille's chin and my cheeks. The next spurt, we were both careful to catch with our tongues. We took turns sucking and licking up every drop of the delicious A+ liquid, as Professor Unit proclaimed, "Well done, girls -- well done!" **Please take a moment to rate this story or give feedback. Thank you for taking the time to read my work.**

Treasuring Him by Raindear816© (Sweet Lil Wicked One) As the pallet on the floor is laid down, I can think of nothing else but your pleasure. Tonight I will bring you to a new plane of ecstasy. I have the sweet essence of lavender oil ready for your tired muscles. There is some soft, sensual music playing in the background to keep me in the mindset of seducing you, relaxing you, and worshipping the parts of you that never get enough attention. After bathing you with a sea-sponge, making sure to wash today's cares away, I lead you to the comfortable altar upon which I shall worship you. A pleasing look comes over you as you lie down and I begin to massage your back, working out the tension of the day. My hands work and knead every strain from your body. I hear those low groans of calmness coming from you as I straddle your upper thighs, while caressing and massaging your lower back. I move my way to your ass, gripping each cheek and squeezing, while my eyes feast upon your incredibly sexy body. I can hardly wait for you to flip over so I can just get down to pleasuring you. I work my hands underneath the cheeks of your ass, blowing my warm breath near the center of you, when my hands find the underside of your sac. I hold it and honor the treasures in it like priceless relics, then move my way down your thighs and calves. Your feet are ticklish, so I won't be going there tonight. I want you relaxed and totally under my spell. "Roll over, sweetness." As you oblige me, I am delighted to see that you are still relaxed. Your cock just lies there sleeping as my hands work their magic on your upper body. It is only when my hands knead the muscles on the insides of your thighs, that I see your cock begin to awaken. I feel my slit tingle, and become extremely aroused, for it only takes the sight of your pleasure to push me over the edge. My masterful hands grip your erection, but to your surprise, I only press it toward your abdomen so my mouth can feast upon the treasures below. Your balls are swollen, holding the very fluid I thirst for. I marvel at the raw, sexual musk of them as I press my face into them and breathe in your manly aroma mixed with the lavender scented oil. Breathing you in, my mouth opens and I begin my ritual. Opening to let one treasure slip into my mouth, my tongue creates a gentle vortex of pleasure as it circles your flesh. I suck and moan, vibrating the molten silk inside. I move to the other and pay the same homage, adoring the feel of that perfect roundness in my mouth. I savor each groan, each thrust of your hips as you unconsciously rise to meet every motion of my wanton mouth. My hand on your cock sends a message to my brain that this is stimulating you. You are so hard. I feel your thickness throbbing in my tiny hand. I cannot restrain myself. Your balls have received so much worship that they are engorged, yet taut against your body, ready to spew forth that delicious essence of yours. So my mouth just envelops the head of your cock and I feel it expand in my mouth. Its mushroom head is bellowing, crying out for more attention. "FUCK YES, my wicked angel...oh...yessssssss." I hear your words and they liquefy me from within. My mouth twists and turns as I engulf your hot length into and out of it, each time going deeper until you have bottomed out in my throat. My voice hums with pleasure as I love to have you here, deep in this thirsty orifice, sucking every volcanic inch of you. I want that creamy explosion, my love. I need it. My hands roll your balls around as my mouth works its rhythm... DOWN UP AROUND and DOWN again. Your body becomes stiff, your hands force my head down and hold it there as you cry out in pleasure and I feel each heated blast spraying my throat, filling my vessel, fulfilling my need to bring you to the other realm of passion as you cum violently. As your quaking subsides, I move to lay my head on your chest, hearing your heartbeat as you've been sent into the sweetest slumber and I am given the lullaby of your calming breaths. I hope to awaken you with pleasure again, if you let me. ***Please rate and or comment on this story please.***

Had to Have You by Raindear816© (Sweet Lil Wicked One) I arrive at your door with heartfelt anticipation, longing to gaze into your eyes, to see the man I know so well. Knocking lightly, I am nervous, wondering, "did I knock loud enough?" I begin to step back and rethink my decision to visit you at the office, when you open the door to see the back of my head as I am turning to leave. Your deep voice pierces me. "May I help you ma'am?" Knowing I am at the point of no return, I turn to you, my eyes scanning you up and down then fixating on yours. I can barely speak, the sensual butterflies in my stomach have me in disarray. You graciously extend your hand to me and offer me a seat in your office. Trembling, I notice the enormity of your strong hands, and how handsome you are. I want to fall into your arms. As you guide me into your office, we exchange a soul-baring smile. The door closes and locks behind us. "I am pleasantly surprised to see you, baby-girl. I didn't know you would be in town. C'mere to me!" you say with that growl in your voice and a devilish grin. Sauntering over to you, I feel my heart pounding, my knees weaken, and my femaleness moisten. I have been waiting for what seems to be an eternity for this moment. I look up into your eyes and say, " I couldn't wait another moment to see you, I am just lost without you." Leaning down to me, you lift my lips to yours with a fingertip under my chin and trace my lips with the tip of your tongue, easing into a soul-exchanging kiss. Breaths are exchanged between us as our lips caress each other's. I feel you whisper on my lips, "I want you, I want you, I want you". You know what that does to me. Unbuttoning your shirt, while kissing and whispering back onto your lips, "I want you too." Palming my breast with one hand, and holding me close to you with the other, you gently lift and drag me over to your desk to act out one of our many fantasies we have shared with each other. You set me down upon your desk with the care you'd give fine china. I remove your shirt, lean in to kiss your chest, but you clutch me close to you. "Listen to my heart, baby-girl. Can't you feel my soul summoning you? I want you right here, right now!" You unbutton my blouse to expose my black lace bra and my erect nipples, craving your touch. My head drops back as you begin to kiss my neck lightly, nibbling at my flesh as your lips glide over my heaving chest. Your teeth graze my nipple as you nibble my finer points, your tongue swirls around making it perk even more. As you are ravishing my upper body, I feel your hands lifting my hips to raise my skirt. Your bent knuckle rubs my humid panties, then slips in to the side to feel my warm wet slit. Stroking my wanton pussy as your kisses move lower, I am entranced by the delight of your touch. My senses are are heightened alert as you move between my thighs and pull me to you. Your lips trace my inner thighs, I fall back across the desk in grand anticipation of what is follow. You surprise me when you lift my right leg and kiss me tenderly behind the knee as my leg is extended in the air, and then move to the other. Your hands slip across my skin, caressing me to my panties. Your lips glide down my legs to my thighs again sucking hungrily as you whisper over my cavern of desire, "I am going to make you cum here, darlin'." Slipping my panties off, your hands part my folds and you dip your finger into my wetness. Spreading my juices over my nipple, your mouth devours the sweetness. You look up at me, and smile as you retreat back to my glistening hole. Your fingers begin to polish my clit to swell and shine, as a beacon for showing you the path to my pleasure point. I feel your breath as your mouth overtakes my womanhood. The soft supple feel of your lips over my labia and the stippled texture of your tongue over my clitoris are a wonder in the making. My hips roll toward your face as I reach down to caress your thick dark blonde hair, giving you my full approval. I feel you groan a guttural vibration over my clit, causing my body to quiver with ecstasy. I feel the flutter of your tongue over my hot button, and my abdomen tightens underneath your hand as you feel that you are pushing me over the edge. Rhythmically with sucking and licking, you continue to titillate my clit. I am grabbing at the sheets of paper on the desk, my body writhing with the sweet agony of the moment before orgasm. You sense my impending explosion, remove your pants, grab my legs, and pull me close to you as you insert your engorged manhood inside me. Plunging forward with thrusts of unbridled longing, I feel you throbbing inside me. You are pressing your lips to mine as I taste my nectar on your lips. You whisper across my lips between heavy breaths, "Cum for me baby-girl, burst for me, let me feel your juices washing over my balls!" Your sweat drips from your brow onto my mouth, and I stare into your eyes with penetrating glare. My body shivers and shakes, there is a quaver to my voice as I call out your name. My feminine ripples grip and tug at your hard cock as I quake and pour a river of cum. Unyielding, you continue to impale me with your steel-like cock. I can feel the veins of your shaft throbbing as you drive yourself deep into me. With a jerk of your hips, and the tensing of your body, I see you at the realm of ecstasy. I lean up, grab your shoulders, and grind my pelvis to you as I feel the first eruption, then the second, and the third, as you groan and clinch me closer. I wrap my arms around you and kiss your lips with an assuaging tenderness that can only be shared between two lovers content with each other. To be with you like this, after all the waiting, anticipation, I am more than satisfied. The time with you was more than worth the wait, and far greater than I ever imagined. You pull me into your office chair, and I sit with you like a little girl on Santa's lap. Your fingertips glide over my legs, from calves to the outer thigh. I am lost in your eyes, reading you. There is no need for words. We are saying volumes with the body language and deep soul searching stares. I feel you growing hard beneath me again as I begin to trace your earlobe with my tongue and nibble it with my lips. I whisper, "I have yet to taste you." A guttural growl comes from the depths of you, letting me know that you too desire yet another sensual experience. I climb off your lap, and ease to my knees as I am now eye-level with your rock-hard cock. I grasp your maleness with my left hand and slip my right hand underneath your balls to the sensitive underside of you there. My soft, full lips wrap around the turgid, velvety head of your cock. Pausing for a moment, I look up while you are entering my mouth. I see you staring intently at me, studying me. Moving my mouth around the head of you, holding your shaft I watch your facial expressions as I lick you from shaft to head and back down again. I love giving you pleasure. My mouth opens wider as I take you slow but deeply into my mouth. I feel the mushroom tip of your cock probing the back of my throat. Your hands come down to raise my hair and lift it out of my face, caressing my head as it goes down on you. Moaning, and sending the vibrations of my voice though to your sensitive areas, I suck you thirstily. I want to taste your succulent juices flowing into my throat. My fingers stroke underneath your balls, grazing and teasing your ass. I feel the jerk of your body as I am exploring you further with my fingertips, and sucking you intensely. Up and down, around and back up to the tip, I am working your throbbing cock, my left hand waxing you and my right giving pleasures south. I feel you stiffen more and your balls become taut against you, as you moan out my name and say, "Oh God, baby-girl, I am going to cum so hard!" I persist at your manhood, sucking and fingering the underside of you. Then as you begin to purge more of your sweetness, I feel you gently push my head down and hold it there at the base of you while you pump the sweet cream of your essence deep into my throat. I love knowing I have given you pleasure. I am savoring every aftershock as you plunge deeper into my throat. I slowly slip my lips back up your cock, becoming flaccid now from the calm and satisfaction I have given you. Your breaths, once heavy and labored, are now deep and easy. You release your grip on my head and I rise up from you and smile sweetly. You come down the the floor with me, and cradle me in your arms from behind. I love the security of your arms around me. My fingers intertwined with yours as you clutch me around my waist, arms crossed. "I'm glad you didn't wait any longer to visit me, darlin" you whisper into my ear. "I don't ever want to leave," I say with a quiver in my voice. "Stay forever," you say and embrace me.

Surprise At The Top Of The Stairs by Raindear816© (Sweet Lil Wicked One) As you walk into this beautiful, old antebellum home, I welcome you with a warm embrace. Giving a tender kiss on your cheek just before your ear, I whisper, "there is a surprise upstairs in the second door on the left." You smile wanting to inquire further, but I press my soft, full lips to yours, giving you a passionate, yet tender kiss. I wink at you, shake my finger side to side as if to say, "Uh, Uh, Uh, ...just go upstairs." You make full eye contact with me and read me from within. Excitement stirs inside of you as you make your way up the winding staircase. You feel your heart beating faster as the blood pumps through your veins, stimulating your manhood. You reach the top of the stair case, with your heart pounding and your pants beginning to get a little uncomfortable due to the lack of room for the obvious excitement you are feeling. Walking down the hall, a lovely scent of peaches and magnolias caresses your senses. You pass the first door, and then with great anticipation, you open the second door. Here in this lovely antique bathroom, you hear the quiet sounds of Ravel's Bolero playing in the background. You see the antique, claw footed bathtub there in the middle of this beautiful nostalgic room. It is filled with bubbles. You hear my voice from behind as I sneak up on you, whisper at the nape of you neck, "please let me help you get undressed, but don't turn around." You feel my arms wrap around you as I lift your shirt, unbutton your pants and let them drop to the floor. The shirt comes off over your chest, then as you raise your arms, I completely remove it. My hands run along the sides of you, caressing you with my fingertips. My hands run across that muscular chest of yours, lightly grazing you nipples, then, down further, as I bend down behind you, my face almost level with your tight ass. I begin to kiss you above the band of your boxers, at the dimples of your ass. I run my hands down the front of you, fondling your rock, hard cock. I remove your shorts like a wrapping paper from a gift. They drop to the floor as well. I rise from my knees, rubbing my breasts against your ass, your lower back, while rising to stand behind you still, you feel that my skin is lightly touching yours. You feel my erect nipples tantalizing you. You want to turn around, but I begin to move you from behind to the bubbles waiting for you. Encouraging you to slip into the tub, I move in front of you, wearing nothing but a smile and a tiny half sheer apron, and high heels. You are surprised to see me this way and wonder what I have in store for you. The anticipation is growing, as your cock is too. I look at you from head to toe, hungrily. While making eye contact with you, I say nothing but help you further into the tub. You sit down, wanting to pull me in, but I only allow you to remain where you are. I lift a large sea sponge and begin to bathe your shoulders, your chest (giving special attention to the nipples), your sternum, your stomach, and following the sides of you. I bathe around to your back. I hear the sweet sounds of moaning as I am relaxing you with every caress. I now have you warm, relaxed and aroused(underneath the bubbles). I walk in front of the tub, with a small jar in one hand and a small jug of chocolate syrup being held up underneath my chin between my breasts. You say, "Let me help you with this," and begin to reach forward to grab one of the items I am carrying. Instead I walk around to the side of the tub where your right arm in hanging outside. I turn around exposing my bare ass to you, asking, "Please untie me." You untie the ribbon and watch the apron fall to the ground. Stepping out of the heels, I straddle you in the tub, carefully holding the items as I do. You raise your hips to meet my femaleness underneath this sea of bubbles. Kneeling over you, my pussy is opening to feel your cock rub against me underneath the water. I moan slightly. I sit on top of you. You haven't entered me yet, but I feel the pulse of your hard cock against the warmth of me. I take the syrup, smiling at you all the while, and drip it across my large, ample breasts, rubbing it to the tips of my nipples before you. I am enjoying this so. With chocolate dripping from my nipples, I take the small jar, and sprinkle some chocolate cookie crumbs across the area dripping with syrup. You are hungry, not only for a snack, but also for me. You make a meal of my breasts as you nibble the crumbs and lick off the syrup. With each lapping you give, I am grinding my pussy against you. I take some syrup, drip it around your neck slightly and begin to tenderly, but passionately kiss and lick you. Oh! I cannot wait anymore. I raise above you, just enough so that you can enter my wet, hot pussy. My lips separate, and I feel you enter me. I grind down onto you. OH MY GOSH! Each time you enter me is pure ecstasy. Every time is just like the first time. Moaning with delight, I slide up and down your shaft. We are splashing in this beautiful old tub, giving no concern to the mess we are making with the water on the floor. You feel my walls massaging every inch of you. You bottom out inside of me, and I begin the rhythm again. The walls are closing in as I tighten around you, more and more. We are moving faster and harder. Oh my God! I feel myself beginning to reach the ultimate plane of ecstasy. Looking into your eyes, into your soul, I feel you pierce me, only the way that you can. You stop, take me by the waist and we roll out of the tub onto the suds we left on the floor. The cool tile on my back is so refreshing. You are in charge at this moment. I am yours. I am so ready to cum, yet also ready for whatever it is you want to do to me. You lay me out, look up at me and smile as you drip the syrup on top of my already erect and sensitive clitoris. You begin to lightly lick the chocolate you have topped me with. My body is quivering, shaking, gyrating, as you are sucking every drop of it off of me. Over the edge, I cannot restrain myself anymore. My body convulses with every quake, as I cum the way only you can make me cum. You show no mercy and continue to lick and suck until I cannot stand it anymore. My juices rain upon you among these suds. I grab you and lie you down. I don't need the chocolate to enjoy you at this moment. I take you into my mouth aggressively, like an animal with its mate, and devour you. My lips and my tongue are working you up and down, twirling, swirling deeper until you are the furthest you can be into my throat. I am sucking you wildly, with just enough pressure, just enough intensity and frequency. I bring you to the point where you will explode into my throat, if you want to. If I let you. This is the point, where I am nearly ready to cum again because I have watched you the whole time. I have been relishing every inch of you with my lips, my mouth, my tongue and my throat. I stop, climb on top of you and say, "I want to feel you cum with me!" This is not a question, this is a demand! I ride you, rocking my hips forward and back Grinding up and down, I feel you harden more than I thought possible. My pussy is starting to close around you as much as it can while I slide up and down upon you. Your hand is gently massaging the clit you have driven so crazy. Our eyes are fixed upon each other, reading the signs that we both are ready for a phenomenal explosion. Our rhythm speeds, the intensity rises. We cum together. You explode, I burst. We keep moving until we collapse together as one. Again, we have given ourselves to each other. We have given everything there is to give. We have opened ourselves up, poured ourselves out upon and inside one another, yet we are better, lacking nothing. We experience the joy of the completion of ourselves together as one.

there is no greater pleasure than to behold the treasure of your vulneralbility to my intense sexuality when you call me 'whore' i only want more To hear your moans and aggressive tones i quiver with delight as i sneak in the night just to share that moment a glorious event as you tell me to 'shut the fuck up' I only want to be the cup that you fill with your milky froth you are my flame and I am your moth **Please rate and/ or comment please**

Your submissive Sinner by Raindear816© (sweet lil wicked one) Your submissive Sinner Tracing me with suede tendrils of a flogger You make me beg to die a thousand deaths; to feel Your power behind each lash. Dangling in chains; bound in ecstasy You tease me, leaving my sex swollen and swampy, with nipples clamped; sending jolts to my clit. You lead me to the edge... only to withdraw and pull me back to the reality of Your power behind the tentacles of the blessed suede. Until I gnash my teeth, cursing You for tormenting me, I challenge your control. A submissive, irreverent; no longer singing Your sweet praises of worship; damning You instead... for taunting me. Calmly, deliberately, You remind me of Your religion; to sanctify me, the submissive sinner with each lash of suede. Washing me clean with my own orgasm; I twist and writhe as You stroke me with each strap reddening my flesh; my skin, turning into warm, pink velvet. Surrendering, I confess my adoration; a humble servant to Your desires. For Your pleasure, I sing... breathless praises from Your submissive sinner.

Suck University: Auto Shop by Raindear816© (Sweet Lil Wicked One) Chapter 2: The Art of Suckology in an Automobile The halls of Suck University have been filling with students and delicious Professors. My studies take me to the highest of heights, craving each Professor like *Godiva chocolate or the salty pretzel*, that is never around when you want it. Spring Break would begin at the end of this day and it was a bittersweet feeling to be leaving campus. I was walking out to the parking lot, to my truck, and who did I see but a mysteriously sexy Professor walking to his car. Not wanting to miss the chance of one last lesson before vacation, I sped up my pace to catch his attention. "Excuse me, um Sir?" I called out. He turned, smiled at me and said nothing, but motioned me to come to him. I was wet instantly. I knew I should have at least put on a thong with this school uniform! A breeze caught my short skirt, exposing my thigh highs and my naked pussy. My dewy lips were revealed and I'd nothing to do but blush, smile, and walk toward him. "I don't believe we've met..." I began, but was interrupted. "Yes, we have... but today, I am a stranger who wants to give you a lesson in 'On-campus-parking-lot Cock Worship.' Flushed, I smiled. "But wouldn't your office be more appropriate? Or maybe a classroom?" "There's something extremely arousing about any kind of sex in a car. Don't you agree?" He didn't give me time to reply. "Now get in. " Hell, he could have just stripped in front of the car and leaned back across the hood. I'd have sucked him dry and called him dusty in no time. His authority, his confidence, and his fly were all so fucking sexy. We got into the car. He didn't even open my door. Normally I would've been off-put, but I didn't care. I was under his spell, and his command. He positioned the seat further back, so the steering wheel wouldn't be an obstacle for me. As he looked at me, his eyes darkened with desire. He gripped my flaxen locks tightly and pulled my mouth to his. "Sex, heat, and spontaneity are imperative in an automobile Suckology session." He said and forced his mouth upon mine. His lips were like velvet, his tongue was like a silk ribbon wrapping around mine, entangling me in a tapestry of passion and need. I wasn't expecting him to kiss me. Let's face it, this is Suck University; the kisses we give are usually along the shaft of a juicy cock. I was slipping into another world. His mouth was hot and insistent, making love to mine. I was captured. There was no escape that I could conceive of wanting, except to the world where we were in the car and nothing else mattered. My hands caressed his body. His chest was enormous, and strong, his muscles were firm and enticing. I lifted his shirt from his waistband of his khakis, gently scraping my fingernails across his flesh. His deep moans made me hot, and wanton; but his mouth was still in possession of mine. It was agony. Did I want more to kiss this man, or to have his thick cock in my mouth? He relieved me of that decision, when he withdrew his luscious lips and gently pressed my head downward to assist him in the freeing of his stiff member. My kiss-swollen lips were aching for the feel of his flesh against them. "No words need to be spoken, you know what to do." He said in a half-sigh/half-whisper. My eyes beheld the delight of his cock: engorged, leaking, thick, and throbbing. I took him into my mouth, with one long, deep suck. I wanted to feel his power all the way to the base, all at once. He inhaled sharply and groaned in approval. My tiny hand scooped his balls into my palm. I squeezed and milked them. My tongue danced over his rigid dick, slurping and sucking, swirling and licking. I couldn't have stopped myself if I tried. He tasted like the Godiva Chocolate and the salty pretzel all in one, he was what I'd been craving and I was powerless to do anything but worship him. I gripped his shaft and began to stroke it while my lips sucked feverishly across the tip of his cock. He twitched against my lips as my tongue fluttered against the tender underside of his bulbous head. My pussy was so wet, from just the feel of him in my mouth, his moans, and his hips rising to meet my hungry orifice. I felt my sex pulsing in time with the bobbing of my head, as I worked his cock for all that it was worth. I felt him growing harder than stone, ready to burst into a million droplets. I was so ready for that creamy drink, but he lifted my head, and his erection pulled from my mouth with one slick *pop*. "Come here." He said simply, and again kissed me deeply, with such vigor and force, I thought he'd draw the very breath from my lungs. I couldn't understand the lesson he was teaching me. Was it about kissing, or cock worship? What was he doing with that wonderfully magical mouth of his? All I could think of was giving him my mouth as his very own vessel to fill. But his lips were taking me to a different level of higher learning. My hand steadily stroked his cock as his tongue stroked mine over and over in the most soul-searing, passionate kiss. I was torn between the feel of his lips and tongue caressing mine, and the heat of his flesh filling my loving mouth. *It is possible to want two things at once equally, I thought, as I was caught up in our exquisitely sensual oral lovemaking. * My hand twisted around his cock and squeezed. His hips jerked upward and his groan filled my mouth. I pulled away and went back for the thick meat I was hungry for. Harder and faster, I sucked. Deeper and stronger, I stroked. There was no way he would pull my mouth from his cock again without first filling it with his essence. When his hands came down to my head again, I feared he'd make me stop. Instead he helped me set the pace of my ministrations. I felt his pelvis thrusting against my chin. His coarse hairs tickled my nose as my face was pressed against his rigid abdomen. I was seeking his pleasure, deep from within him, and gaining my own with every decadent suck of his fantastic cock. His hands moved over my ass and lifted my skirt. It was if he knew that I wanted more. He parted my cheeks as I flicked my tongue over his cock and sucked him with even more force and insistence. His fingers stroked over my puckered ring, then found my hot wet center. Plunging his fingers deeply inside of me,I was mindless with pleasure. I continued to stroke and suck as he brought me to the brink of oblivion. I moaned and whimpered against his cock-flesh as he pumped and ground deeper into my throat. "Here's your lesson." He groaned, as he fingered me to orgasm and then filled my mouth and throat with more cum than I could swallow in one eager gulp. I flooded his hand and he shot a tidal wave into my bottomless vessel. I continued to drink from him and fondle his balls as we both rode the wave of orgasmic pleasure to the soothing shore of satisfaction. With the final draw of my sated lips over the velvety tip of him, I lifted my head to see the expression on his face. His head was tipped back against the head-rest and his eyes were half-open. I was trembling from my own orgasm and the tension built from the awkward position of being laid across the mid-console of the car. His strong arms lifted me to a more comfortable position. I smiled at him, not knowing what to say. He leaned over and kissed me again, this time tenderly. I felt a thousand *thank-you's* escape from each papillae of his tongue to mine. I could have kissed him forever. I could have feasted upon his delicious cock forever. But this Professor taught me that I didn't have to choose. I only had to want both and allow him to give me the sweetest lesson I've learned yet.