A.D.I.D.A.S.D

All day long I dream about sucking dick.
I do.
I think I am the reincarnation of an 18 year-old hormonal gay boy.

The more cum I swallow have the more I want it. I'm Countess Cumula.

Mark has been getting on my nerves a lot, he's very high maintenance, emotionally detached and whatnot, but still I think about going over to his apartment to suck his cock. Just that. I think about doing that and running, but he always traps me. Last night I sucked him off and the minute I got the first taste of pre-cum, I wanted to continue, to quench my thirst, to taste the little bit of power I have. Every time he tells me I'm one of the best cocksuckers he's had and he's had his cock sucked quite often, I glow. When he told me the other night that I've "improved," that sort of pissed me off, but I pointed out to him I was pretty nervous the first couple of times because he's so goddamn particular. I take that as a challenge.

Numerous times I've been told by men that it is difficult for them to get off by a blow job, and always, almost always I succeed. SUCKCEED.

But this power exchange goes both ways. When Teacher informed me just yesterday of how he was going to take over all management of my life, from what I eat, to how I spend my time and money, he sealed the deal by whipping out his hard cock and having me suck on it as he spoke to me of his ownership of me, my mouth, my body, my soul. I wanted to get him off so bad, so he would know that I am truly worthy of this energy he's spending on his fucked-up sub, but instead he pulled it out of my hungry mouth, zipped up his pants, and chuckled. He was not going to let me be his cum vampire.

When I was younger I had many men, or rather stupid boys force me to give them blow jobs, forcing my head down, humiliating me not giving me a chance to do it on my own volition, or at least hone my skills. This used to upset me, and sort of still does because these were not men worthy of my tongue. But, when Teacher or Mark grabs me by the throat and fucks my mouth I am appreciative of their animal lust. Also, when it is all said and done, they hold me and don't toss me out the door, shun me, or ignore me.

Down The Hatch

I wanted one thing.
His cock.

Yesterday was Mark's birthday, but despite a text from him expressing his horniness for me, by the time I got to meet up with him, he seemed pretty fatigued. We laid on his bed, snuggled and chatted. After a few days of being cranky, my libido was in full swing and I was just not going to hang out. I had a limited time to be there, so I had to drop my sub hat for the evening and take the initiative. Mind you for those new to the blog, this guy is merely kinky, not a Dom.

As we snuggled, I scratched my fingers down his belly, towards the waistband of his jeans. I flapped at the loose piece of leather on his belt, "Well Mark, I think being that is your birthday you deserve something good. Would you like me to suck your cock?"

You didn't think he'd say "no" did you?

He didn't give me time to unbuckle his belt, he did it himself, and quickly unzipped his Levi's unveiling his hard-on to my eager mouth. I gave his cock a tongue-bath, moistening it before I took him between my lips, and deeper towards my throat. I learned early on that Mark was not too into the deep throat thing, despite my prowess, so I focused on working on and around the head, waiting for the salty taste of his pre-cum. As I worked on him, I remember a technique a friend told me a gay guy taught her her once, basically all it involved was moving your head back and forth pretty fast, I wish I could describe it better, but it did the job. It went from your average blow-job to Mark's legs tensing up giving me the que that he was going to explode and explode he did, a hot wash of cum made it's way down my throat and I secretly patted myself and my friend's gay pal on the back.

I put a lot of pressure on myself regarding blowjobs, I live in small pond and the last thing I want getting around is that I give head! I want all the boys clamoring to stick their cock down my whore mouth.

I'm that kind of girl.
Woman.

We started hanging out some more, and I started thinking that my lover was going to be selfish this evening. One thing I never do is beg, so just as I started considering leaving Mark told me to take my pants off (I never did undress for the bj.)
"Let me eat that pussy." As much as I like giving head, he loves eating some cunt. You can tell when someone likes to eat pussy versus those who view it as just another sexual task. Those who love to eat pussy will go on without removing their tongue or coming up for air. These connoisseurs will go on about their business with the glaze of cunt juices on their face. Ain't nothing worse than a half-assed pussy eater. I'd rather read a magazine.

Mark is one of the better ones. He forcefully spread my legs which immediately made me wet. My labia were pulled apart and my clit perked up awaiting his licks. I almost thought he had spoken with Teacher because last night he found my magic spots..right under the clit and on on the right side, not dead on. As he worked I worked pumping the muscles in my pussy to further enhance the entertainment. I shall not reveal the record, but two songs into it I was digging my nails into his arm and came in one big pulse that ripped through my body. It felt pretty fucking good.

I can not lie, I would have loved to have that cock inside me last night, but the oral sex was pretty fab so I can not complain.

Tonight is Teacher's turn with me. My pussy is sure to not be hungry when he leaves!

(thanks for visiting Fleshbot readers!)

Ain't Nothing Free

Money, it is the bane of my existence. Oh I love to spend it, but it is beyond me to manage it. I've been taught the process of budgeting, saving, etc. numerous times but I still always seem to find a way to slither down into the putrid hole of debt.

As much as I hate being in debt, I hate asking anyone for money. To do so is to admit I'm a fuck-up, if anything admitting it myself. To owe someone you know money is a whole lot different ballgame than say, owing a bank. But desperate times make for desperate measures. One thing I've never done and never wanted to do is to borrow from a boyfriend.

Today I broke my promise to myself.

He sat in the lot of the gas station in his sleek ride, hair in pony tail, cigarette in mouth. I pulled up beside him, happy to see his face, but I considered crawling over to him. I felt too low to walk.

"Here's your money X," he handed over a check to me. As lowly as I felt, I felt utterly thankful that I would be able to pay off the party that was harranguing me. Of course I was still in debt, but now in debt to Teacher. We had already made plans for my repayment out of my next paycheck.

I opened my mouth to thank him, and he snatched the check right out of my hands.

"You thought it was going to be that easy X?"

I was a tad dumbfounded, but mostly scared.

"You're going to learn from this loan my sweet," Teacher exhaled smoke out his window and took a long hard look at me. Me, well I was gnawing at my lip trying not to tear up.

"I now have a mortgage out on your pussy X," he cackled in such a way I was starting to wonder if this was the same Teacher who held me against my door last night and spanked the shit out of me and then cradled me in his arms for the rest of the evening.

I worked up the courage to speak up. "Teacher, I thought we had already made plans for me to pay you back."

"That is true X, but that is in regards to the financial debt. See, you also must repay your debt to me for your utter slackness, I've spend a lot of time trying to train you X, and well I'm very disappointed that you have been so..hmm..sloppy with your finances."

I felt my face break out in the heat of shame.

"I'm so fucking sorry Teacher. Honestly. Sincerely. You have no earthly idea how mortified I am at this moment, much less mortified that I had to even ask you."

"Now I will give you a teeny bit of credit for coming to me first, as your owner you are ultimately my responsibility. Imagine, if you will, a dog that has decided one day they were never housebroken. The owner comes home from work, ready to walk his pet and there on the floor is a sight he has not seen since the dog was a puppy--a big puddle of pee. Now he doesn't even have to say anything to the dog because the dog already knows he was wrong and is cowering in behind the couch. Still, he's pissed off it has been a long day. Now he could do a few things. The dog's master could clean the puddle, reprimand the dog and go on with his evening OR decide that this dog was useless and give him away, despite all the time invested in the training and building of a relationship with that dog."

I still was chewing on my lip. It was increasingly hard to look Teacher in the eye.

"A master worth his salt would keep the dog and figure out the cause of the dog's poor behavior, and strive to correct it. A shitty master would just give up, get rid of the dog and find a new one."

A new dog?! A new sub?! No!

"Teacher I think you are a master worth his salt and I know you wouldn't just toss me out."

"Am I?"

"Yes, you are. I'm not just saying that. I know you believe in me, otherwise you would not have taken me on. Still, I do want you to know that I will do everything I can to rectify my shitty ways."

"Are you truly worth my trouble X?"

"Yes Teacher Sir, I am." I was so humbled, I could barely get my words out.

"Now if that is the case, I think you can start repaying me today."

"But Teacher, I don't get paid till Friday." My quick reply made it seem as if I had not listened, but I did, I was just so nervous. I could see in Teacher's eyes he was getting a bit perturbed. He doesn't hide is irritation very well.

"That is not what I was talking about X, " he said putting his face so close to mine that I instinctively started moving backwards my head almost touching the passenger side window.

As I opened my mouth to reply, Teacher grabbed a fist full of hair.

"THIS is what I was talking about my dear sub," as he spoke he unzipped his jeans and unleashed his cock, which was just as hard and angry as the rest of him, red and purple and veins bulging. He pushed my my head down, his fingers entwined between my brown locks, onto his prick.

I didn't fight it. I'm sure some would, but then we're talking about me, a sub who derives pleasure from being sufficated by cock stuck in her airways.

"You little fucking whore X, you're going to fucking take all of me in that mouth of yours"
He didn't give me a chance to wrap my tounge around the head of his cock because he was fucking my throat, my head banging against the steering wheel, totally oblivious to the fact that we were just in a busy gas station parking lto.
I'd have a second to breath and he'd ram himself right back in. Drool and tears soaked both Teacher's jeans and my chin.
My panties were soaking as well.
"You are going to pay back every fucking dollar X, whore or no whore, you got me?"
I made an attempt at replying which probably sounded like "waawaaawa."
"Got me X?"
"wawaaa"
"I can't hear you X speak a bit louder!"
"WaWAwaa" it was impossible to speak with cock slamming into my palate.
"Louder X"
"WaWAAAAA" I didn't have to try much longer because he shoved his cock down my gullet and let go a hot stream of cum.

Usually Teacher takes his time on the recovery end of a sex act, but today was not a normal day. He zipped up, handed me the check, kissed me on the forehead and said "Get your ass out of this car and go pay that goddamn bill"
"Yes, Teacher" I obeyed. It if is possible to do the walk of shame in less than five feet, I most certainly did it.

When I got back in my car I looked at the check. In the notes section he put "CMSLT"

Maybe I should have gotten an advance on my taxes.

Nah.




original erotic fiction by subnouveau based on some reality. some.

Shackled

I'm one of those people who laugh at inappropriate times. Besides that, it never fails, a song will pop into my head when it is not the most opportune time.

Tonight Teacher was locking my new wrists cuffs together and damn if a song I used to rollerskate to in jr. high popped into my head "Shackles,"complete with vocoder effects and I just lost it. Lucky for me he's good humored, because we started out pretty heavy, with me in position, naked waiting for his arrival. So as he is locking my wrists together I tried to remember the words "Shackles on my feet won't let me dance..." Not really that appropriate either. Oh but the fun didn't stop there, so he's holding me, my arms are above my head and he starts kissing on my breasts and moving down my torso and his mustache turned into the most intense tickler ever! My cracking up had him cracking up and attempting to tickle me again.

Somehow we got back into the groove though, it wasn't too hard once he held his hand against my windpipe and I was gasping for air. It was obvious that he had retained control. Mind you I had just told him of this freak I read about today in the news who chopped up and ate his girlfriend. Miss Overactive Imagination here was wondering if he thought I'd be good with some salt and pepper.

I was back in my favorite position for him to spank me, which is almost a spooning position. I lay on my side, with my ass facing him, one of his arms is around me and the other one is free to wallop my hide. When we lay lie this, I almost instantly fall into subspace. As he lays on the blows, I hold onto his arm like it is the handlebar on a rollercoaster. Safe is how I feel under the crook of his arm. It is the weird juxtaposition of being both in pain and comfortable that allows me to slide away.

He roused me from my state with several spanks to my pussy, and then started pulling down on my labia. My pussy bat wings. Ha! Still all snuggly next to him I let him poke and probe me, I felt like a beautiful fuckdoll for him to explore. Soon enough his fingers were right on g-spot central and was ramming against his hand with his knee which was oddly intense, then he moved to my clit, moving it between his fingers like a pearl and bringing out some new sounds I didn't know I had the capacity to make.

Sated, I crawled down to his hard cock and put it my mouth, working the shaft with both my tongue and hand. It seemed like so long since I had given Teacher head, that I put all my effort into it, taking as much of him in as I could all the awhile gagging, gasping and drooling. Teary-eyed I got up for some air and he flipped me over on my side and started banging the ever living shit out of me. I love to feel him cum inside me, the initial explosion and subsequent shock waves. Likewise, I like to feel his cum spill out of me, down my legs as we lay there enjoying our blissful states.

I think I'll sleep like a baby tonight.

Spoiled

I told Teacher today I was getting spoiled by my regular fucking. I am not complaining, oh boy I am not. He just left. I have this weird new thing where I get voraciously hungry after sex, like George Costanza with his pastrami sandwiches under his bed. Thankfully, my favorite apples, Macintosh, are in season. Crunch.

So Teacher had a rough day, but even a flat tire didn't stop him from coming over for some strange.

After a nice little clit rubdown and a cigarette, and the light on my devious sign lit up. I was reading several spanking blogs tonight and realized I had yet to get some hairbrush action.

"I have an idea. Can I share it with you?" I asked Teacher.
"Sure"

I pranced my naked ass to the bathroom and brought out one flat vent brush, one big barrel boar's hair and synthetic brush, and a smaller boar's hair brush and brought them back to my bedroom and laid them next to him.

"Can we try these?"
"But of course," he said, "Put your ass over here, and you face down at my cock"
How could I argue with that. I took him into my mouth and started doing my thing, and feeling pretty proud that I'm getting good at the deep throat thing when the first stroke of a brush hit my butt.
It was not the bristles. It hurt, but not that bad. I felt a few more teasing strokes, and the BAM! full on bristle action send my ass bucking and as I had a mouth full of dick, there was nothing I could do but scream around his shaft as the whacking of the brush continued to sting my hide. The more he paddled me, the more I sucked on his cock, it was like I couldn't get enough of either.
Then I feel something enter me. I am convinced it is the end of one of the brushes, I can't see, but Teacher is fucking me hard with it. VERY HARD. I'm all gobbling him up, screaming and slobbering him down to his balls, and while I'm getting banged with the supposed brush, the spanking starts again.
Folks, I was seeing stars. All orgasms are good, but I came like a motherfucker. There is no lady like way to describe it. It was an eyes rolling back in my head affair, and as I came up for air and laid down on Teachers stomach, cock still in my hand, I ask him if was fucking me with the brush.
"My thumb."
"Your THUMB?"
"Yep!" I took hold of his hand, he does have a pretty large thumb. "Well, I like your thumb!"

As I sit here writing I just reached down to feel my ass. I'm a bit too sex high to feel any pain right now, but holy crap I can feel some major ridges and welts from that brush. I'm also a bit high from him telling me, unsolicited, that I have a pleasant tasting poonany. Which, is something every woman wants to hear, in fact I think it ranks higher than "You look skinny."

Goodnight my dear readers, this girl is going to go sleep like a baby, only if I had that thumb in my mouth!

PS. Doesn't that guy in the picture with this post look like a creep?

Cutting Class and Skipping School

Growing up I was the instigator for skipping school, or finding some cockamamie excuse to cut class. I was pretty slick. Why waste a day indoors when you could go drive around, smoke weed, and make out with boys from another high school?

Go figure I still am the instigator of cutting class almost twenty years later.

I wasn't tardy to my lesson today. In fact I was anxious for my class to begin. I walked around in my new 6 inch spectator heels this morning, smoking cigarettes, watching the clock, and trying my damnedest not to touch my pussy. Something about wearing heels and being naked makes me feel like I can take on the world, it also makes me want to paw at myself. Self-control damn it, I wanted to save it all for my teacher and I did.

I met my dirty old man at the motel, the same chain of motels whgre I used to fuck my high school boyfriend when we'd skip school. I'll never forget his 16 year-old ass telling me, "One day I will be married, and you'll be my mistress." He cursed me for life. That's what you get for being a teen slut.

Teach and I had been emailing and talking all week. While we live in the same town, circumstances beyond my control i.e. his primary lover and well in my control--cleaning my apartment have kept us from seeing each other, so we've been longing for one another like we live on separate coasts.

Class did start as scheduled. (Well after we kissed, and kissed, and kissed. I have not enjoyed kissing this much in eons. We definitely have a groove.) This time he bound my hands behind my back. I wasn't as scared as the first lesson, but I was definitely was excited. I tried to look behind me to see him coil the rope just so. It is not a fast process, almost a ritual it seems and the anticipation is driving me nuts.

Second part of the lesson was being spanked over the knees. As instructed I laid across his lap as Teacher proceeded to slap my ass with his rough man paws. I was a squirmy little bitch, the sting of each smack had me flailing around. I honestly don't know if I was prepared for this discipline today, was too preoccupied thinking about getting fucked. But I'm no quitter and for every time his hand met my skin, I got more excited.

It is a bit of a sweaty blur.

I'm on my knees taking his lovely cock into my mouth, confused by not being able to use my hands to steady myself and to glide along his shaft. He pulled my face towards him, he was to be the guide this time. Not me. It is his dick after all.

My nipples are being held tight between his thumbs, I feel the moisture inside me starting to make its way out of my cunt. My tits are squeezed, pussy probed, and then I feel my labia being pinched, my long labia that I have finally accepted as being luscious in its asymmetry.

I've never had my labia pinched. Another new sensation. It hurts like a motherfucker.
I'm in bliss.

Somewhere amongst this, I am unbound. I guess he knew that I was not up for lessons, but for some nasty dirty sex.

He proceeded to fuck the living daylights out me. I asked to be fucked like I deserved to be fucked, and he held my hands back as he slammed himself into me from behind. The kind of fuck you feel that is going to rip right through your throat.

We continued like this for the afternoon in between moments of pillow talk. Funnily enough, as I laid back with is finger inside me, I mustered up the nerve to tell him something I wished to try and then I realized how fucking ridiculous it is to be shy when someone is all up your vagina. I confessed my wish to be fisted. Then we took into consideration his huge hands and my tight pussy, my pride and decide that it may not be feasible at this juncture. No problem as I am pretty damn satisfied with good ol' fashioned finger action and of course, his cock.

We never did really make it through my lesson. Hopefully detention will be a pain in the ass.