The Writer's Loft

He knew that every man in the room imagined her naked and savored fantasies of fucking her. He, however, desired not to remove her clothes, but rather the walls that concealed her soul. 

She lay on her back, her body, beaten and bruised. He stood above her, his hand covered her mouth and squeezed her cheeks. He thrust his cock deep into her cunt and tears began to drip from her eyes.

He slapped her breast and watched it turn pink. He slapped it again, and then again. She closed her eyes and gripped his wrist, "Please don't stop," she begged.

He knew she battled with demons he would never truly understand. He knew that she would let him do anything he desired to her body. He knew that she could be dangerous for someone who had a sadistic streak like his. He struggled to remain in control of his faculties as he fucked her with everything he had.

"I'm going to cum." His words were ragged as he exhaled forcibly. For a moment he considered filling her womb with his seed, but he knew she had more depraved needs than this.

He held his cock over her navel and stroked it quickly. Her eyes were transfixed on his cock. He closed his eyes and cried out as his seed painted pearlescent stripes across her neck and breasts. He leaned down and kissed her hungrily as his throbbing cock rested against her belly. She cooed happily and rubbed his drying seed into her flesh, happy and content.

She knelt on her hands and knees, wearing only a plug and a leather hood. The hood hid her eyes but left her mouth available for use. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed to bolts in the floor, leaving her no room for movement until he was finished and set her free. He hovered over her, his throbbing cock craving her adoration.

He held his cock in his hand and lightly brushed it across her lips. Without being able to see her face, he felt a sense of power he hadn’t felt before. He pressed his cock inside her mouth and soon the room was filled with sounds of her gagging as spittle dripped from her chin to the floor.

He then took his place behind her, kneeling on his knees as he fingered her lips. She was wet and would accept his girth easily tonight. He held her hips as he took her from behind. He could see the plug strain with each thrust and he could feel it press against his cock as he fucked her like a whore. She came once, and then twice, before he felt his balls constrict and with a final thrust he buried his cock deep inside her and filled her womb with his seed. 

She waited, knowing he wasn’t finished, and tried to catch her breath. Would he fuck her ass next or would he use her mouth again... with him, she never knew. She felt the emptiness inside her womb as he pulled his dripping cock from her sex. She cried out when she felt the searing pain of the plug being pulled from her ass and she knew what was coming next, for the night was still young

He reached down and gently stroked her cheek. She looked up at him from her kneeling position and smiled. Her green-eyes sparkled as his thumb brushed her lips, but she never broke his gaze.

”Give me your hand,” he said, helping her to her feet. He placed his right hand on her neck, just below her ear. He leaned down and she could feel his warm breath on her lips. Her nipples stood, excited. He cupped her breast with his left hand and gently teased her nipple. She gasped as she savored the pleasure in her breast.

Her lips were soft and warm. His mustache tickled, but she dared not pull away. His tongue, searched for hers inside her mouth and soon, they began to duel like two sword fighters, choreographed in a black and white movie. She sighed breathlessly as she put her arms around his neck and held his head steady. She felt her thighs become damp.

His cock throbbed against her belly and she fought every urge within her to drop to her knees and worship him. She knew that would come in time. Instead she slipped one hand between them and squeezed his shaft through his pants, while he, in return clenched a fistful of her hair.

“Tell me,” he hissed. “What does my slut want.”

”Your slut wants to taste her Master’s cock, but only if it pleases him.”

He kissed her again and then slowly helped her to her knees. She reached for his belt, freed his cock, and held his manhood in her delicate hands. She leaned forward, and raised it to her lips. Looking up at him, she kissed the tip, and then took him in her mouth and worshiped.

He pulled his fingers from her dripping cunt and held them to her lips. “Open.” His voice was quiet, but firm. She knew better than to protest as she opened her mouth and felt his thick, sticky fingers slide across her tongue. “Good girl,” he praised.

She closed her eyes and held his wrist, sliding her head back and forth. She slowly savored the taste of her arousal as her tongue lapped at his flesh. She was putting on a display of seduction and lust, and her intentions were having the desired effect on his now-throbbing cock.

“Tell me what you really want,” he said as he pulled his fingers from her mouth and pinched her excited nipple. She opened her eyes and gasped, unable to speak. “Do you want my cock?” he asked, releasing her nipple and slapping her breast. It began to turn bright pink before she could answer.

He reached between her legs again and teased her clitoris. He then leaned down to kiss her, tasting her arousal on her lips. “Tell me,” he said again as he pushed two fingers inside her, causing her to gasp.

“Yes...” was all she could manage to say before her orgasm bathed his hand.

There’s a moment when you reach out and touch her face, right before you lean in to kiss her, that you see her melt. She closes her eyes. She holds her breath. If you pause the moment before your lips touch and wait for her to close the distance between you, you will feel the same anticipation that courses through her veins.

Slide you hand down so that the palm of your hand rests on the side of her neck and lean forward, allowing your warm breath to caress her ear. Whisper softly how beautiful she looks and how aroused she makes you. Tell her you can’t wait to get her home and slowly devour her with your lips and tongue. Then watch... watch the goose flesh form on her shoulders. Watch her bite her bottom lip. Watch her tip her head, trapping your hand between her neck and shoulder as she begs you to kiss her again. These are moments I live for. 

She stood in the middle of the room wearing only a blindfold, black-laced panties, and fine Italian leather heels. The soles of her heels matched the crimson stain of her lips. Her wrists were adorned with leather cuffs and attached to a chain that hoisted them high over her head. Her ankles wore matching cuffs, separated by a three-foot spreader bar. Her breasts heaved with each breath in nervous anticipation of the evening’s events.

She winced and bit her bottom lip when she felt the first clamp bite into her tender nipple and then the second at her other breast. He pulled gently on the chain that held each breast and she cried out when the tension became too great. She felt his warm breath on her ear and neck as he leaned down and kissed her softly. She tilted her head, exposing her neck to his desire. He slowly caressed her jawline with the back of his finger before tracing her collarbone on either shoulder.

“Are you wet?”

His voice was soft but she could hear the desire which he only unleashed in moments such as this. She bit her lip and nodded, embarrassed by her own revelation. “Say it,” he continued, as he dropped his hand and grabbed her cunt.

“Yes, sir,” she panted as she felt herself become wetter at his touch. “I am very wet now.”

“Good.”

He stepped away and she felt a momentary sensation of panic wash over her. Where did he go? When will he be back? Her fears were quickly assuaged when she felt the flat edge of the cold, steel blade against her cheek. He drew the blade down her neck, across her shoulder, up one arm, and down the other. When the blade touched her armpit, she shuddered and goose flesh formed all over her body.

He smiled at the desired effect of her prickled skin and slipped the blade beneath the hem of her panties by her hip. He leaned down and kissed her, flicking his wrist as the fabric gave way. Again she gasped. Her panties clung to her sex thanks to the arousal that now made her blush. He did the same to the other side and let her panties fall to the floor.

He stepped behind her and freed his throbbing cock. She became nervous when she heard him lower his zipper. She felt the blade against her throat and she held her breath as he spread her lips and slowly slipped his cock inside her. She cried out at the sudden intrusion of his girth. He lifted her off the floor as she now hung from her wrists, supported by his arm around her waist. He fucked her slowly at first, breathlessly moaning vile and seductive words into her ear as she slipped closer to the edge.

“Fuck me, please.” She begged, not recognizing the sound of her own voice as he sheathed the knife on his belt and gave her everything she desired.

“I thought you needed to be fucked,” he said as he reached down and gently stroked her cheek.  She pulled back slowly and looked up at him and grinned.

“I do,” she confessed. “But you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this.” She leaned forward and opened her mouth, taking as much of his cock as should. He felt the head of his shaft press against the back of her throat and she gagged, then she swallowed and pressed forward, taking him down her throat until her lips touched the base of his cock. She looked up at him as her eyes began to water. She paused, holding him inside her throat. She swallowed again, her throat massaged the head of his cock and he moaned as he moved his hand to the back of her head.

“Fuck…”

She pulled back and smiled as his cock throbbed in front of her face. “You taste so good.”

“Not as good as you. But thank you. Now, come over here and bend over my desk. I’m going to give you a proper fucking and when I’m done, you can decide if you want my seed inside your pussy or if you’d rather have it in your belly.”

“Mmmmm…”

She walked over to his desk, shaking her hips with each step, giving him a view of her well-toned ass. When she leaned face-down over his desk, she reached behind her body and used both hands to spread her ass-cheeks apart. He was mesmerized by her forwardness and he lusted for her like he had never lusted after another. He wanted her. He needed her. He would now have her.

He held his cock against her ass and slid it down between her lips. She cried out as he pressed his hips forward and his throbbing cock slipped inside her. She was still wet and hungrier now than she was before. “Fuck me hard.” She begged and he was all too happy to oblige.

He grabbed her wrists and held them against the small of her back. Using one hand to hold her steady he slapped her ass, causing her to yelp. “Quiet,” he warned. “Or I’m going to shove those sexy panties of yours in your mouth to keep you from giving us away.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied. She found herself slipping into a state of mind that she hadn’t felt in quite some time.

“Are you ready now?” he asked.“Yes, sir,” she repeated.

He began to fuck her slowly as he held her down against his desk. Her breasts were small but seeing them pressed against the hard oak made them seem larger and, in his mind, he saw himself on top of her, leaning down and suckling her nipples while he fucked her slowly. With his free hand, he held her hip and squeezed firmly as he began to fuck her harder. Her cunt was tight, and he wondered how long it had been since she had been with a man. “Is this what you want?” he asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear her say the words again.

“Yes, sir. Fuck my pussy, sir. Fuck it hard.”

He began to increase the force of each thrust, lifting her feet off the floor each time he entered her completely. The harder he fucked her, the wetter she became, and he knew that if he didn’t slow down, he was going to cum, and soon.

“Where do you want my cum?” he asked. “I’m getting close. Do you want me to cum down your throat or do you want me to cum inside your tight… wet… pussy?” he emphasized the last of his words with their own, deep thrust.

“Cum inside me, sir!” she begged. “I want to feel you cum deep inside my pussy.”

He released his grip on her hip and stilling holding her wrists, he reached up and grabbed a fistful of her hair. He lifted her head off the desk and drove his cock deep inside her as he felt his orgasm wash over him. He pressed his body against hers, holding her upright as his throbbing cock filled her womb. Her thighs trembled as she relied on him for balance as the edge of his desk dug into the front of her hips. His lips hovered next to her ear as he cried out, his warm breath pushing her over the edge once again. She too, could no longer hold back as she came again and felt his seed begin to drip down her thigh.

He held her tightly until their orgasms subsided, and then he lowered her to the floor, making sure her feet were steadily under her. She turned around to kiss him and he took a step back as she dropped to her knees. She wasn’t finished yet. She was going to taste his seed after all. And now she was ready to finish what she started when she knelt before him by the door.

-The End

“I thought you needed to be fucked,” he said as he reached down and gently stroked her cheek.  She pulled back slowly and looked up at him and grinned.

“I do,” she confessed. “But you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this.” She leaned forward and opened her mouth, taking as much of his cock as should. He felt the head of his shaft press against the back of her throat and she gagged, then she swallowed and pressed forward, taking him down her throat until her lips touched the base of his cock. She looked up at him as her eyes began to water. She paused, holding him inside her throat. She swallowed again, her throat massaged the head of his cock and he moaned as he moved his hand to the back of her head.

“Fuck…”

She pulled back and smiled as his cock throbbed in front of her face. “You taste so good.”

“Not as good as you. But thank you. Now, come over here and bend over my desk. I’m going to give you a proper fucking and when I’m done, you can decide if you want my seed inside your pussy or if you’d rather have it in your belly.”

“Mmmmm…”

She walked over to his desk, shaking her hips with each step, giving him a view of her well-toned ass. When she leaned face-down over his desk, she reached behind her body and used both hands to spread her ass-cheeks apart. He was mesmerized by her forwardness and he lusted for her like he had never lusted after another. He wanted her. He needed her. He would now have her.

He held his cock against her ass and slid it down between her lips. She cried out as he pressed his hips forward and his throbbing cock slipped inside her. She was still wet and hungrier now than she was before. “Fuck me hard.” She begged and he was all too happy to oblige.

He grabbed her wrists and held them against the small of her back. Using one hand to hold her steady he slapped her ass, causing her to yelp. “Quiet,” he warned. “Or I’m going to shove those sexy panties of yours in your mouth to keep you from giving us away.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied. She found herself slipping into a state of mind that she hadn’t felt in quite some time.

“Are you ready now?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” she repeated.

He began to fuck her slowly as he held her down against his desk. Her breasts were small but seeing them pressed against the hard oak made them seem larger and, in his mind, he saw himself on top of her, leaning down and suckling her nipples while he fucked her slowly. With his free hand, he held her hip and squeezed firmly as he began to fuck her harder. Her cunt was tight, and he wondered how long it had been since she had been with a man. “Is this what you want?” he asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear her say the words again.

“Yes, sir. Fuck my pussy, sir. Fuck it hard.”

He began to increase the force of each thrust, lifting her feet off the floor each time he entered her completely. The harder he fucked her, the wetter she became, and he knew that if he didn’t slow down, he was going to cum, and soon.

“Where do you want my cum?” he asked. “I’m getting close. Do you want me to cum down your throat or do you want me to cum inside your tight… wet… pussy?” he emphasized the last of his words with their own, deep thrust.

“Cum inside me, sir!” she begged. “I want to feel you cum deep inside my pussy.”

He released his grip on her hip and stilling holding her wrists, he reached up and grabbed a fistful of her hair. He lifted her head off the desk and drove his cock deep inside her as he felt his orgasm wash over him. He pressed his body against hers, holding her upright as his throbbing cock filled her womb. Her thighs trembled as she relied on him for balance as the edge of his desk dug into the front of her hips. His lips hovered next to her ear as he cried out, his warm breath pushing her over the edge once again. She too, could no longer hold back as she came again and felt his seed begin to drip down her thigh.

He held her tightly until their orgasms subsided, and then he lowered her to the floor, making sure her feet were steadily under her. She turned around to kiss him and he took a step back as she dropped to her knees. She wasn’t finished yet. She was going to taste his seed after all. And now she was ready to finish what she started when she knelt before him by the door.

-The End

He passes her in the hall every day, but he does not know her name. She is tall, leggy, and has long, dark hair. Her perfectly stained lips beckon the deep-rooted dark desires of his soul. How many times had he thought of stopping her, taking her in his arms, and kissing her... a total stranger.

More than once he has imagined her before him as he stands with his pants around his ankles. She looks him coyly in the eyes as she squats, then parts her lips and swallows him, never looking away. Often times she swallows his seed and licks her lips clean, while other times she stops and stokes him until he finishes on her face. In his fantasies, she never disappoints.

 
Weeks passed and he memorized every pair of heels she owns. Today is Tuesday, black Jimmy Choos. She must have a meeting today, her hair up in a tight bun and her glasses set off her eyes.  Green eyes are his kryptonite. Her arms are full of files and she carries three pens and a highlighter in her hand. “Always prepared,” he thinks to himself.

 
He says hello, and she smiles in return as they pass. He has never heard her speak. He resists the urge to turn and look to see her feminine curves caressed by the skirt of her navy pin stripe business suit. He makes a mental note of the seam of her stocking running up the back of her leg and he wonders for a moment... stockings or hose?

 
His mind races as he pictures her in his office, bent over his desk with that tight little skirt up over her hips. He draws his hand up her leg and over her hip before he leans down and kisses her flesh. He can sense her arousal as his cock throbs in his pants. He reaches under her, beneath her blouse and caresses the lace covering her breasts.

He can feel her nipple between his fingers and he can almost taste her tender flesh. His mind flashes between ripping away at her blouse and devouring her breasts and the growing urge to take her from behind and fill her with his seed.

 
“Mr. Smith. Your three o’clock appointment is waiting for you in your office.”