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Ekoms -> True story (6/10/2010 11:08:37 AM)
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This is not "creative", it is her true story in her own words, yet I believe it will please some readers, so, here she goes:
It had been such a long day, twelve hours full of constant requests, questions, piles of paperwork and procedure memorandums. I was so gratified and felt relief spread through my body as I took each step through the threshold. My desire to be at your service had been crushing me. It had been days since I had felt you.
I had let my thoughts race all day of how I would present myself at your service but, it was all scrambled in my head with lust and longing to feel your touch, craving the feel of your fingers as you lift my chin, your grip as you take me, the feeling as I am directed to speak as your filthy whore, body at your mercy and mind reverberating your direction.
I had to stop myself. I was to serve, to clean for you this evening and I would do as instructed. I set my cleaning supplies on the floor and bent to remove my heels and jewelry. I turned to greet you and was immediately engaged, totally helpless in your arms. It felt so good to look into your eyes and release. I could not hold it in, a smile spread across my face, exposing my pleasure. I felt your control the energy escaping your body, echoing in my chest. I could not help my reaction. My hands ached, begging to touch, to feel your body. I moved my hands down your sides, looking up seeking approval for my action, eyes pleading. The lines of your body, so smooth to the touch, glided under my fingers, the slope of your hip down to your cock. I was soaked.
You ordered me to my knees to serve you, the smell and taste of your cock filled my mind but was quickly taken away. I stood, presented myself before you, as you had instructed. Your eyes raked my body, assessing my form. I felt the subtle gestures, unspoken but understood, adjusting my chin and posture. You unzipped my pants, held my pussy and grazed over my body from the nipples, down each side, pinching and tapping just enough to send jolts through my body. You pulled out my breasts, milking my nipples leaving me open, vulnerable. I was forced to watch myself spilling over in your hands, milk soaking the floor. I could not stop my mind from the desire that was rising, for you to fill me. My pussy ached to be used, body thrown to the floor, head pulled back, hair grasped tight, ordering my legs open, spread wide to be used hard, unready my pussy raped with each thrust of your cock. I felt your correction, I was to be used as you wished and fell to my knees desperate, hungry to serve you. I wanted it all, you forced me to open, teaching my body to perform as your whore, filling my throat as I choked again and again, controlling my breath, finally taking me over, body limp, tears of your usage fresh on my face.
You ordered me to present. I moved quickly and held my position until you returned again before me. I was opened by your touch, your hand again exploring my pussy for your pleasure. You asked, prompted about each sensation demanding answers. You ordered me to cum and my mind was overwhelmed with sensation. I was ordered again. I was to show you. I knew I must cum, to release as you ordered. My eyes begged for your direction and you ordered again. I had no choice and slowly retreated, laying my body back on the wood floor before you, pulling down my pants, spread my legs and reached down my fingers resting lightly on my already swollen clit. I began, lightly at first, just circling back and forth, my stomach tight with anticipation. I could feel your body over mine. Your eyes shadows cast over my body, scanning every inch as I reached lower rocking my hips forward. I could not hold on. I looked up pleading, begging, "Please, May I cum, Sir?"
You bent down over my body as I cried out, holding, pressing fingers into me as the exposure invaded my senses turning my skin tender, delicate beneath your fingers. I writhed, legs trembling as you moved to my side. Your face relaxed, energy comforted my body, your touch now intermittent pulling at my mind.
I wanted to cry out as I felt the force of your hand slap my inner thigh. My body jumped, as if the first time, each time your hand met the skin between my legs. I cried out. You ordered me to pin my hands. I lay before you bound by my own weight, head lifted by each strike, eyes held, forced to watch as my skin flushed. I wanted to cum, literally seconds more and I would be on the edge, screaming out, begging you to allow me, please allow me to be given the gift of my pleasure. Your body left, lifting over mine.
I wanted to cry out again as you ordered me to dress. I felt immobile. My body pleading to lie back and please myself before you. I moved slowly, trying to follow your order but, struggling to focus. I lifted my pants to my thighs and finally managed to pulled my body to my knees. You watched as my body fell forward bending, exposing the pure white skin, the curve of my ass as I began to dress.
My movements were too slow, only seconds warning, a noise but my mind clouded could not place it. Your hand smacked my ass so hard, my body slid forward, knocking me, palms thrusted out, forcing me to catch myself. I felt completely erratic, unguarded, my heart speeding with the force of your hand. I dreamed of this moment. The feel of your hand as it met my flesh. It was different, no longer the exquisite fantasy, dreamed as I lay before you prepared and ready. The pain and pleasure, unexpected, so real, now burning my skin with heat, sweat beading on my neck. I could not control myself. My body was stiff. I could not follow even the most simplest directions. I lost myself as your belt met my flesh. The mastery in your touch, your body over mine, energy pumping a realm of sensations into my chest.
Tears, overwhelmed me and raced down my face. You spoke, teaching me to speak through the sensations, words not sobs, expressing gratitude for your gift and control.
Your love arrived. Her greeting mixing the energy with yours, exposing me further. My body could barely hold on. I felt like you sliced my chest, heart beating, controlled only by the ties of your command. I began to break. My body shook, head bowed forward and back, barely able to stay upright as the last few landed on the hot skin where many had landed before. My insides lay unraveled, yours for the taking.
I began to cry. My heart spilling as my body lay on the bare floor. I felt it begin to well over. I had been used exposed for your pleasure, bound helpless by your control, body caressed and tormented beyond bliss.
Your love's touch distracting my mind, Her finger dragging slowly across my skin, searing me. She was drawing, showing me the lines of your gift as they were marked, branded with heat, each welt designed, uniquely made on the skin. I cried out as She continued. I wanted to feel Her. To touch Her. Her energy, opens my heart, brings warmth to my chest. I kissed Her flesh. My body completely held under Her, embraced in the curls of Her hair, Her head tilting, Her smile, Her eyes... awakening mine.
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