Sassyglitterbug - Looking For A Firm Hand To Keep Me In Line

Erotic Stories

I wrote some short stories and I'm excited to post them here. Let me know what you think and share any fun ideas you would like to see in the future. NSFW. MDNI.

Read order is She’s Wet, Happy Anniversary, and finally Her Big Night

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She's Wet Part 2

He gives her a wolfish smile.  ‘Deal, slut.  Strip.’  He watches her walk back to the entryway to take off her shoes and undress.  She made a nice little trap for herself.  He has hours to enjoy his new slut before his wife or daughter gets home.  He won’t break her yet.  She has spirit and he’s going to let her keep it for a while.  When he’s had his fun letting her think she’s challenging him, then he will turn her into his little sex toy.  His poker buddies are going to love her.  She takes off her shoes.  Her tee shirt drops to the floor.  She turns her back towards him and bends over to take off her pants.  Black lace appears as she slides her pants over her ass and down to her ankles and he admires the way her thong disappears between her cheeks.  Stupid slut.  She’s wasting her time thinking she’s teasing me.  She slowly straightens back up and steps out of her pants.  She unsnaps her bra and faces him as it falls at her feet. ‘Whores crawl in this house.  Get on your knees.  They’re going to be nice and bruised before you leave today.’  She silently complies and crawls to his feet.  She’s rises to a kneeling position and puts her hair up.  She crawls on the hard wood and smiles, amused.  He thinks he’s so tough.  Big man with a fat cock thinks he’s something special.  He’s not trapping her into doing anything her pussy isn’t already screaming for.  She notices his eyes on her tits.  She’s wearing the type of nipple ring he said he likes.  A jeweled hoop hangs below the stud and they hang free now that her bra is off.  He said he likes to watch them bounce when he fucks a girl.  She reaches into his trousers again and pulls out his cock.  It’s throbbing and a little precum is showing at the very tip.  Her little show must have gotten him going.  One hand grips the base of his shaft and the other gently cradles his balls.  Fuck this is thick.  Her fingers can’t touch her thumb when he holds it.  She looks up to his eyes as she sticks out her tongue and licks from the base to the tip and takes it into her mouth.  He lets out the slightest moan as she starts to work the head.  She drools on his cock.  Fuck, she needed this.  It throbs in her mouth and she starts stroking in time with the movement of the head.  She breaks eye contact and focuses completely on his cock. 

Her eagerness fuels his aggression.  She worships cock.  A wall clock shows her time passing and he enjoys her moans and wet noises as she works. His hands run over her hair and grip the ponytail.  He moves his hips with her rhythm and starts to pull her head forward with his slow thrusts.  She lets him take the lead and he fucks her mouth.  Gentle thrusts become more forceful.  His cock drives deeper into her throat.  The wet noises from her encourage him.  He can’t hold back anymore and forces her head forward driving deeper and deeper.  She gags hard.  He pulls back and thrusts again.  She leans into it and the base of his cock disappears into her mouth.  He holds her there.  Her eyes lock on his and tears run from her eyes.  Her makeup runs with them and he savors that look.  He pulls her head back and she gasps in air.  Her chest heaves.  God her tits look nice with her spit running down her chest.  She looks from his face to the wall and back.  She’s checking the time.  ‘Oh no, slut.  You don’t get to know how much longer you have.’  He drags her around so her back is to the clock.  She doesn’t waste anymore time and goes back to sucking and licking.  She spits a mouth full of saliva on his shaft and strokes him.  Then she’s taking him deep again. She forces it down without his hands pushing her head.  This slut can really suck dick.  His eyes wander to her tits.  He reaches a hand down and caresses one while she continues her work. 

She's Wet Part 1

She’s wet.  Her body is tingling with anticipation.  She’s positive he doesn’t remember her.  Two days ago, they matched online and quickly switched to texting.  A few tasteful pictures of her and one of his cock and they began negotiating.  This first meeting would be just to feel each other out.  Probably oral.  Maybe something more.  Certainly discussing her prices. Her ride stops and she gets out of the car.  It’s been a while but the house is almost exactly as she remembered from when she was childhood friends with Mark’s daughter.  She heads for the door and enters without knocking, as instructed.  He hears the front door open and smiles.  This little slut has been on his mind nonstop for two days.  The pictures she sent were incredible.  Tight young body.  Perky tits, pierced.  An ass that swallowed a thong and looked like a perfect handful for his strong hands.  She was being coy and wanted to ease into being his sugar baby.  He played along.  Once she was on her knees he would let her know that he was in charge, and she was going to follow his lead.  None of his poker buddies had bagged an 18-year-old still in High school.  She was as fresh as they come.  She walks slowly and looks at her possible sugar daddy.  He’s tall.  Taller than she remembered.  Powerfully built but showing some age.  Memory and recently exchanged pictures overlap and she smiles.  ‘Hello Mark . . .’  she trails off as his gaze goes down her body and back to her face.  ‘No, you call me Sir.  Come stand in front of me.’  She smiles playfully.  ‘Yes Sir.’  Standing in front of him she looks up to make eye contact.  His eyes are hungry.  A hand grips her shoulder and turns her in a slow circle as he looks her over.  The hand runs down her back as she keeps turning.  It slides over her hip and he leaves it there to keep turning her.  She finishes her circle and he feels himself begin to stiffen in his pants.  He needs her.  He needs to break her and make her his little sex toy.  He resists the urge to rush.  She wants to take it slow, so he’ll take it slow.  For now.  ‘You’re even sexier than in the pictures.’  His hand hasn’t left her hip.  He squeezes gently and pulls her closer.  She has to look up to maintain eye contact and she rises onto her tip toes to kiss him, but his other hand caresses her cheek and stops her movement.  ‘You talked a pretty strong game over text.  Something about the best head of my life?’  She stays on the balls of her feet and her tongue licks her lips slowly.  She clicks her tongue ring against her teeth and drops back to her heels.  ‘I did say that, didn’t I?  Let’s call it $50?’  The man laughs a little and his hands find her chest.  ‘For $50 you’ll be naked while you suck my cock and I’ll cum wherever I want.’  He fondles her breasts and she doesn’t stop him.  ‘No, you won’t get me out of my panties today.  But I’ll strip for you, and you can cum anywhere but my hair.  That’ll make it $100 though.  I still have to get back to class in 30 minutes so I can’t have my hair messed up.’  She reaches for the bulge in his pants and strokes his growing cock through the fabric.  ‘$100 for a blow job that I won’t even get to finish?  No, that’s just a waste of my time.  That slutty little mouth won’t make me cum before you have to leave.’  She thinks for a second and then gently pushes his hands off her tits before jerking his belt tail out to open the latch.  ‘Okay, Sir.’  She undoes the button on his trousers.  ‘How about this.’  She unzips his pants and reaches in to grip his cock and slowly stokes him.  ‘I strip down to my panties, suck your cock, and you cum anywhere you want.  That for $200.  If I don’t make you cum before I need to leave, then I’ll skip my afternoon classes and you can fuck me until you decide I’ve earned the money.  Or until your wife comes home . . . ‘