Monday, July 30, 2007

Washington D.C. Series 3:1 - The Invitation

Eva turned the envelope over and over in her hands. The courier had her sign for it only a few minutes ago and she had yet to open it. She wasn't sure what to do with it. She had never received an envelope like this before and had certainly never had one delivered by courier.

It was metallic gold that was obviously quite expensive from the feel of it. It was addressed in fancy black lettering to only her name. The back was sealed with a wax insignia of an M intertwined with a whip. Eva knew who it was from and yet she was still nervous about opening it. It had been just over two months since the day in Ms. McCabe's office when she shared with her mentor that first and only time.

With trembling fingers, she broke the seal and opened the envelope. Inside was an invitation written in gold on a heavy black card. It read:

You are cordially invited to an evening with Mistress McCabe
9 o'clock, Friday April 13
9 Morse Street, Washington D.C.

Black tie requested.

and in smaller letters:

Slaves dressed to please.
Key entry required.

Key? Eva returned to the envelope and turned it over. Out came a blank black credit card with a metallic strip across the back. Eva looked at the invitation again. There was nothing else.

Eva was slightly perplexed but pleased at the same time as this was perhaps her allowance to participate in Elizabeth McCabe's world. She was being allowed in completely now. Eva smiled to herself and then froze. What would she wear? It was only a week away and Eva, being a jeans and t-shirt girl outside of work, had nothing formal for a party like this. What kind of formal wear was appropriate? Then another thought crossed her mind and she smiled wickedly. She was allowed to dress Brent as she pleased. That was a very appealing thought.

Eva sat down in a chair and pondered over Brent. She couldn't help but let her thoughts wander back to last night. He was such a slut for her, doing everything she asked, begging when he needed to, holding out until he had permission to cum and then pleasuring her with the same intensity as their first night together. She'd reward him this weekend at the party.

Having the day to herself, Eva set out to find the perfect outfit for the party. She knew the week was going to be hellish at work and if she didn't go shopping today she'd never have the chance. She could, of course, always order something online but she never had luck ordering the right size.

Wandering down L Street she admired the store mannequins posing in the shop windows. She passed many beautiful dresses, stunning artistry with fabric. None of which Eva could afford. She didn't mind. These dresses weren't right for the party. Eva wasn't sure what was right, but these didn't seem to be it. She needed something sexier, more daring but not slutty. Resigning herself to the fact that she may be out all day, Eva took a detour into a café to get a caffeine boost.

She soon found herself standing in front of a tattoo shop watching a very hot and sexy young tattoo artist work on a large burly man already covered in various snakes and skulls. Her decision was impulsive, but Eva walked in knowing exactly what she wanted.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Hard and Fast

My eyes flicked to you. I wasn't surprised to see how much lust was visible. I could tell by your voice when you said my name in my ear. It was soft and dangerous. My hand reached behind me and I drew you closer. I needed to feel you. I needed to feel all of you.

Coming closer, you reached your hands around me, bringing them up along my sides. Sighing softly, I leaned back into you. My hands pulled against your hips, bringing your already erect cock hard against my ass. Your lips found my neck, softly kissing it as you breathed heavily against it. Our bodies began to move. We swayed together as our hands began to explore. Little effort was made stripping my blouse and bra free. Your hands found my breasts, firm and full at your touch. I melted into you. My hands reached behind me, rubbing your cock through your trousers. I could feel you pulse as my hands worked over you. Your breathing became heavier and our movements more frantic.

It was a need now, a need to fuck.

Your hands pinched my nipples harder, rolling them between your fingers as I gasped. My fingers fumbled with your button and zipper as I undid your trousers. Pushing them down a bit, I reached my hand inside and met hot hard flesh. You groaned into my hair as my fingers wrapped around you, stroking you as you pulsated beneath my touch. You let go of one breast and moved your hand down across my belly. Slipping across the front of my jeans, your hands quickly unfastened the button and zipper. Your hand slid down inside my panties and found my aching clit. My knees buckled a little as your fingers rubbed against me. Our breathing turned more rapid as we writhed together, feeling the need growing.

Your hands suddenly moved, pulling down my jeans and panties in one swift movement. I moved quickly and helped you strip them off. I turned then and helped you do the same, stripping your jeans and boxers from you. The heat was undeniable now. I needed to be fucked. I pressed myself close as against you as my mouth found yours. Our lips crushed as our tongues met passionately. Your hands wrapped around me, trying to lift me up. I groaned and moved us backward until I felt the wall against my back. Pushing me up against it, you lifted me slightly as my thighs wrapped around you. I felt the head of your hard cock pushing against my cunt as you pressed me harder against the wall.

You thrust your hips up hard then, thrusting deep into my cunt. I cried out as I felt you fill me and start to fuck me. I had been needing this. My thighs tightened more firmly around you, trying to help you keep me up. Your body crushed mine against the wall as your cock pounded hard into my dripping cunt. My cunt pulsed hard around you, needing you, wanting you harder, faster, deeper. My body tensed as I felt my orgasm growing. You growled as yours approached too. We were both going to cum. We couldn't hold it back. It was too urgent of a need, to fuck and be fucked. I felt your body tense, your hard cock swelling inside me.

Your hands gripped my ass, pulling me into you harder with each thrust. My back slammed hard against the wall each time you pushed into me. The urgency fueled our lust. Oh god, I needed to cum. My fingernails clawed at your back, trying to pull you deeper. My cunt pulsed hard around you, milking you as my body tensed. Oh fuck. I needed to cum now. I cried out again as I felt the pleasure shooting though my body, the intense heat as my orgasm coursed through me. My cunt squeezed tight around you as I came, bringing you to your own orgasm. You growled and pushed me hard against the wall as your cum surged through your cock. Spurt after spurt of cum poured from your cock deep into my cunt as I convulsed around you...

Friday, July 06, 2007


Thank you to Jefferson of Fleshbot for the pantry raiding, jelly on top mention this week!

You said you needed me tonight.

You say that more often than you'd like.

I come anyway, knowing the kind of night I'll have. The evening is hot and humid, typical of the season here. I slip into black lace panties and black bra. Envisioning your expression, I slide into a short flirty skirt and tight blouse. Of course the outfit would be incomplete without my favorite pair of "fuck me" pumps. I know how much you love those. You like it when I leave them on so you can feel the heel cutting into your flesh.

The weather outside that greeted me was slightly oppressive. I hoped we would be adjourning somewhere cool for the night. Walking down the sidewalk to meet you, I hummed a sultry tune in my head, looking forward to feeling your skin pressed against mine, the feeling of your cock in my hand and your hot breath gasping against me.

The restaurant was mostly deserted, a few customers wrapping up the last of their conversation as waiter went about their closing duties. You're in the back. I can hear you barking orders at your crew. I smile to myself. Always the leader, always trying to be the dominant one. Amused, I walked through the swinging door to the kitchen. Standing there with my legs slightly apart and my hands on my hips, I raise an eyebrow at you. A broad grin crossed your face. The others did the same but picked up the speed in which they were working. "She's here," I could hear them whispering and they scurried to get their work done.

Sauntering over to you, I look you over. These clothes wouldn't do for tonight, I knew. Patience, however, is a virtue of mine so I meander back to the office to wait. You didn't keep me waiting long, you never do. The doors were locked and the restaurant free of employees save you. Getting up from the desk chair, I walk over to you. Anticipating my mood, you had already removed your apron so I took it upon myself to remove the rest of your clothes. Stripping off your uniform and tossing it to the floor, leaving you naked in the office. The heat from the night was palpable, the heat from our exchange was more so. Pushing you back against the wall, my mouth crushed yours. An unbridled passion surged between us on this hot night.

A groan escapes your lips, rough and longing. Movements were frantic and needy as you tried to fight me back, trying to push from the wall. I like the struggle as do you, your cock growing hard between your thighs as you wrestle me. Snaking my hand down your torso, I wrap my fingers around your cock. Hot and hard in my hand. My fingers begin their movement, stroking you slowly and my lips find you neck. Sharp teeth graze over your skin, slicing at your flesh. Groaning loudly, you push against me again, trying to gain some control. You never will.

Your cock throbs hard in my hand as my teeth bite your neck, leaving my mark. You're fucking mine. Grabbing your wrist with my free hand, I slam it back against the wall. "Please," you moan, not wanting to give everything to me but knowing you will. My lips slide over your collar bone, alternating licking and sucking as I move over your chest. Your free hand claws at my back in a mix of desire and repulsion.

"Please," you utter, "please, let's do this somewhere else. Everyone knows we're here."

"Do you think I fucking care, slut? You wanted me so here I am."

You groan but don't respond. My fingers stroke you firmer and your body tense beneath my touch. I know you want this.

Suddenly I release you. "Don't you fucking move." I say as I walk out the door into the kitchen. After a few minutes I walk back in with the things I gathered. I watch your eyes as I place them on the desk.

"Do you still want me here, whore?"

You make a barely noticeable nod.

"Get on your fucking knees," I tell you and you drop down in front of me. "You want to be fucked, is that it? You want me to fuck you?"

Again I get a nod as you look at the floor. Your brow is starting to sweat now. I drag one of the kitchen towels I brought in and toss it behind you and kneel as well. My hand wanders over your ass and up your back. Pressing you down to all fours, I make it a point to let my nails dig into your flesh. You groan and comply. My other hand wanders over your ass and down across your hip. Reaching farther forward, I take hold of your cock again. It's hard thickness pulses for me as my fingers wrap around you. I stroke you slowly eliciting a gasp from your lips.

"Hand it to me," I whisper to you.

You hesitate for a moment. My hand comes off your back and spanks you hard across your ass. Once. Twice.

"Hand it to me."

You reach up and pass the bottle back to me. I let go of your cock for a moment and open the lid. Oil dribbles out of the bottle and down your ass. You shudder underneath me, squirming a bit.

"Don't you dare fucking move," I say again. "You wanted to be fucked. You called me and said you needed me. You called and said you were my dirty fucking whore and you needed me tonight. I came because you said those words. You know you didn't really need me. You just needed to be fucked. You need to be treated like a fucking slut."

You start to protest but then stop as my fingers slide through the oil and around your tight hole.

"Say it. Tell me what you need. Tell me you want to be treated like a dirty fucking whore."

I watch you struggle with the words as my fingers press and massage your ass. My fingers push against you, never penetrating but bringing you immense pleasure. I tease you as my other hand slides back down to your cock and I hold it there.

"Say it."

You finally groan the words and I let my fingers slowly slide into you. Gently and slowly sliding into your tight ass and my hand begins to stroke you again. I hear you blow a long breath out as you give in me. Stroking firmer now, I feel your precum coating the tip of your cock and my finger presses deeper. I hold still for a moment longer, letting you get used to the feel of me.

"Is this what you wanted, slut?"

"Yes," you moan and I begin to move again. My hand strokes over and around your throbbing cock as my finger starts to slide in and out of your ass. Your hips buck a little as you move back against me. Pushing and pulling against each other, moving painfully slow. A small moan escapes your lips with each movement and I feel your ass tighten around my finger.

"Are you ready for more?"

A small nod and I push a second finger against you, sliding in your tight, hot hole. You stifle a cry as I start to move them faster. Starting to thrust them now, I push my fingers deep into your ass. The oil is dripping down you, sliding off your balls to the floor. My hand strokes you faster keeping rhythm with my thrusts. You cry out again and I can feel your cock pulsing and surging.

"Don't you dare fucking cum. You're not to cum until I say you can, got it slut? You're mine and will do what I say."

You groan again, trembling now beneath me. Sweat is dripping from you and I can feel how close you are. My fingers stop, eliciting another groan from you. You try to push back against me but I stop you.

"Please," you utter still trying to push against me.

"Oh, you're going to have to beg better than that. Fucking beg me, whore. I want to hear you beg me to let you cum."

There's a tremor in your voice when you speak again, begging me to fuck you, begging me to let you cum, telling me you're my dirty whore, telling me you're my cumslut, begging again to let you cum, you need this, to be treated like this, begging me.

"Cum for me then," I finally say and tighten my hand around your cock as I resume masturbating you. You gasp and press back against me as my fingers slide hard into you, fucking you hard in your ass. A third finger joins the others and I press them deep. That's what you needed. It pushes you over the egde. With a long cry your body tenses and spasms, I feel your cock surging with your cum and overflowing onto my hand. Spurt after spurt of cum coating my hand and falling to the floor. My fingers push deeper, still fucking you as your cock empties itself of your cum.

Easing my fingers slowly out of your ass, I stand and turn to walk from the room. Glancing over my should I see that you're still on your knees. Your head is down against the floor next to your spent cum. I wonder how long it will be until you call me again.