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Day 11: spanking (brams heelshire)

“Get your ass over here. Now.” He was furious, and it excited you. You slowly walked over, and he pulled you across his lap.

“I bet you’re fucking wet from grinding all over Malcolm, dirty little slut.” He growled and spanked you hard.

You moaned and tried to grab something, saying, “Only for you, sir.”

“Did I say you could talk?” Another swift smack to your ass. You kept your mouth shut. “Trying to get my attention? Well, it worked.” Smack.

You were drenched, and Brahms glided his fingers over your entrance. You moaned, and he spanked you again. “No noises. Not until I say.“

You nodded and bit your lip. Brahms slid his fingers into you, not giving you time to adjust to the two digits. Your lips broke from the pressure with which you were biting them. Brahms licked his lip and pulled you to straddle him.

He took your lip in his mouth and started sucking. It drove you wild. You moaned out, not caring what the punishments would be, and lifted yourself off his pants. You undid his belt, and he helped you pull them off.

He moved to the headboard, pulling you with him, his mouth still sucking at your lip. You lined him up at your entrance and plunged down on him. You needed him. You had to have him. Brahms broke the contact and panted, “Fuck, baby.”

You knew he wasn’t mad anymore, and you could just fuck and make up now. Neither of you lasted long, and he came inside you.

i wanna get prettier so that way people will never be mean to me or look down on me and when im quiet it wont seem like im lonely it will seem like im mysterious

My butch girlfriend and I have talked about recording ourselves when we’re fucking before. She decides to start recording me when I’m on my knees sucking her strap. “Thats it.. look up at the camera while you’re sucking my cock..” She has her hand behind my head lightly thrusting into my mouth while I look up at the camera with wide eyes. I stop sucking it and hide my face. “C’mon, baby don’t hide your face.. keep sucking my cock..” I grab the shaft of her strap and start sucking on it again. She’s moaning while pushing my head onto it. I’m looking at her while her phone is in front of my face, gagging on her strap.

She starts face fucking me more harder and takes it out of my mouth and I gasp and catch my breath. “Fuck.. you’re such a slut.. taking my cock down your throat like that..” There’s spit running down my chin onto my tits. She slaps me across the face and props her phone up. She lifts up my chin and shoves her strap back into my mouth. She starts fucking my mouth again while I grab onto her legs, gagging and tearing up. She eventually takes my mouth off of it and I try to catch my breath while tears are streaming down my face. I glance at the camera to see my mascara ruined and spit all over myself. “Alright.. that’s enough of a break.. keep fucking sucking it..” “Baby.. my throat.. my jaw hurts..” She then grabs my face and bends down and kisses me. “Okay.. then that’s enough for now.. you did so good for me..”

You doze, still strapped to the cool, metal table. It's not the kind of rest that actually refreshes you. No. You flinch every time something clatters as I move around the space and clean up. On alert, waiting for more.

You look perfect like this. Scared, in pain, but too exhausted to do more than roll your head to one side or the other as you attempt to locate me within the room.

My gaze can't help but catch on those damn sutures. I just finished cleaning everything up. I should hold off, wait until I visit you again. My dick has other ideas though, throbbing as I continue to stare.

I have no self control, really. And, who am I to deny myself such pleasure?

The rustle of clothes draws a broken whimper from you, sending a shiver down my spine.

A tug, a deep inhale, and then there's the head of my cock against the wound. Hot, hard flesh slowly tunnels forward, forcing the clean edges of the gash back open. The stitches pull, accompanied by the slick squelch of subcutaneous tissues engulfing my cock.

Fuck that's good.

I wish I had thought this through, I wish I would have given you something to make you more coherent so I could listen to you scream while I turned your thigh into a fucking fleshlight. Next time, next time for sure.

It's a fucking mess, chunks of yellow tissue sticking to my dick and pelvis with every thrust, blood spilling out and pooling beneath where you lay, coating my balls. It's a sight to see, really. I should take pictures and develop them so I can show them to you later.

All too soon, I'm spilling spurt after spurt into your reopened wound, huffing in ragged breaths.

The "let's get you cleaned up again" I murmur falls on deaf ears, considering you most certainly weren't truly conscious for most of that. Oh well.

older!neighbor!wanda who slowly corrupts housewife!reader …

-telling you how pathetic your husband is, how you could do so much better than a man who simply brushes you off.

-and desperate for her approval, you beg wanda to help your marriage, and wanda desperate for more obliges. wanda teaches you how to be a good wife, a good woman. teaching you to cook, clean, but most importantly…how to please.

-and little you….you want to please him..so you tell yourself, but it’s not his affection you crave—it’s hers.

-and wanda knows all about your little feelings towards her, so much to where she initiated the arrangement! One where she teaches you how to please a man.

-what’s a better way to learn than hands on?

-“let me be your test doll…for practicing of course” she’d say in that sickeningly sweet tone of hers. underlying cunningness that flies right over your head as she inches closer, her hand coming to your jaw forcing it straight, making your nervous wandering eyes look at her. Only her.

-“this is what good neighbors do babydoll….what kind of neighbor would I be if I let you prance around all clueless hm?” how could you not believe her when she talks so sweetly?

-Wanda has slowly become what you consider your close friends. you love gushing about her to your friends, telling your family back home is what wonderful neighbor you have…how she helps you navigate married life, sorta like a mentor—you phrased it.

-but mentors don’t have their hands in your hair pushing your face closer to her cunt, instructing you to stick your tongue out further, and moaning out in between heavy breaths “fuck keep going baby…doing so good for mommy…such a fast learner..”

-and a fast learner you are, one of wanda’s favorites? teaching you how to ride, by having you up and down her thick strap. saying “just like that babydoll….exactly like that” while she watches herself disappear into you over and over. It gives her a rush to see your pretty thighs—marked from her own love bites—tremble all tired from how long she’s had you bouncing.

-maybe next she’ll even introduce you to her lovely friend natasha….her mind is running with the amount of corrup—teaching she can do to you.