(Form Strung & Choking-me writing as Lacie Grayson)

“What were you thinking?” He asked with a chuckle, seeing my backwards glance. Giving my ass a firm squeeze, grinning territorially at the dejected man still at the bar.

“Hey free drinks and come on, and what’s with Delia?” I asked with just a hint of sarcasm and needling.

“I happen to think it’s a lovely name.”

“Maybe if I were a whore,” I said, the name still rolling around a little awkwardly in my head, trying it on as if it were a piece of costume jewelry.

“A high class whore.” He stepped up. I gave him an inch, he took a yard. A shiver went up my spine ,“You wish, Mister.”

The door to the lift closed behind us and he lifted his hand up to my hair, taking a handful of my hair, before looking me deep in the eyes, “Actually, Abernathy tonight it’s Master.” He breathed those words onto my skin. I melted, he had picked up on my subtle hints.

“Yes, Sir,” I managed to get out as I exhaled, trying to keep my body from melting fully.

“Love, I prefer my girls call me Daddy. You don’t mind do you?” The authority just oozed from his voice and how he looked at me. It made me look down and smile at myself.

“No, no Daddy,” as the words escaped my lips, I felt my knees quiver a bit.

“Good girl.” He said undoing his belt buckle and licking his lips. I was melting, absolutely soaked through.

As the doors closed behind us, I reached over to the buttons and hit the floor I was staying on. The lift started to hum slightly, carrying us up through the floors. A smile crossed my lips as an old Aerosmith song skimmed through my head and I pressed the stop button. When the lift came to a halt, I looked at my “Daddy” with wide eyes, as I slid down to my knees.

“Mmm, very good girl,” he said as he pushed my hair back behind my head, a few stray wisps framing my face as I quickly unfastened his pants. There wouldn’t be a lot of time to before maintenance came to see why the elevator stopped.

“Quickly,” I said with a gasp as I pulled Royston’s hard, fat cock out of his pants, holding the base with my hand and wrapping my mouth around the head.

Royston echoed my urgency by pushing his hips forward, filling my mouth with his girth. I opened wide as I could to accommodate the thick shaft, swirling my tongue along the edge. Feeling wicked, I looked up at him and squeezed the base of his cock as he started to fuck my face in earnest. The shock moved through him visibly, causing his body to stiffen.

He wasn’t quite done yet, so I let go, sliding my hands to his firm ass. The reflex in my throat caught for only a moment as he drove deep as he could, my face crushed against his hips. I swallowed back precum and saliva the best I could. It wouldn’t do to come out of the lift covered in fluids.

The only indication that I was doing well was the string of grunts and groans coming from Royston as he tried to choke me to death with his cock. Gagging, just a little, he finally came. My nails dug against his ass cheeks as he filled my mouth with his cum.

My ears were ringing, and it took me a minute before I realized it was maintenance calling the elevator. Swallowing fully and wiping my mouth as Royston stuffed himself back into his pants, I answered the echoing voice on the other end of the call box.

“Yes, everything is all right,” I tried to say as nonchalantly as possible. “I think we just might have gotten stuck.”

There was a pause on the other side of the faceless box. “And you didn’t think to call for help?”

“No, we were just having such a pleasant conversation and thought that the lift would start up on its own again.” I popped the stop button back into place and the elevator started moving again. “Kind of like that.”

A wise person once said, you have to start somewhere. This was somewhere for me. Love, maybe not but it was a start.

Imagine my surprise when I woke up next to him. Even Jayden my so called boyfriend never did that. I felt odd but in a good way, I could get used to this.

More kitten-ishness

My tongue knew every inch, not just his cock either. I’m pretty sure I’ve run my tongue over every inch of that chocolate skin of his.
We met about two years back when a previous Master of mine suggested a threeway. We had even discussed John taking over ownership of me after Master left us both.

He never did, despite all my trying and hints that I wanted this to happen. I think he doesn’t out of respect, that’s okay. I’m always fine with being his little playmate, whenever he asked. It never really occurred to me to think “Oh he’s a black guy…” I always just thought “Oh, it’s John, I hope he let’s me…”

Tonight John took me to a club, an upscale gay bar with a heavy cross dresser aesthetic. I always wanted to look my best when going out with John, he always dressed very nice. I think he knew that suits got me off, not suits alone but, give me a man in a suit and I couldn’t resist. I had to get as much girl-juice on the crotch as I could.
The club had play areas in the back to use them you had to be a membership. John was, tonight I was his plus one. I couldn’t be happier. We ordered drinks at the bar and took in the scene.
“I want to play with cock tonight.” He whispered his lips on my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. I could only press my ass into his legs and nod a limp reply.
***

An hour later we were back in the “Pink Pleasure” room, I was down on my knees my ass jutting out semi exposed while my lips were wrapped firmly around John’s rather meaty prick. My eyes were watching his, I was fixated. I knew others were watching. If I didn’t stay focused, I would run. Listening to his moans was making me wet, I was sure everyone behind me could see. In a daring moment when I’m gagging on his nice thick cock, I spread my thighs.

To a few muffled gasps.

John’s hands were running over my ass, I could tell because he had to move to pet me which caused him to force more cock into my mouth. He must have decided that that felt good because he started fucking my mouth.

The kind fucking only intended for someone’s pussy. Drool was coating his cock now and the lower half of my face. He didn’t seem to care though. His hand was on the back of my head, pushing me down.

Holding me there.

I couldn’t breathe. My pussy shuddered and clenched with a dull ache. My heart beat faster as I pressed my pussy to the floor. Every cell of my body screaming for relief. I was certain I was going to black out, the room was spinning and I just couldn’t….

Gasping.

I was coughing and gasping my whole body shaking as I was sucking in air again. I could breathe, still my lips instinctively reached out again for his cock. Sucking him once more. Just the head, he was almost ready. My mouth sought out his cock instinctively, I was merely an instrument to my own lust. I heard him cry out then i felt the shudder, followed by the warmth.

I swallowed.

My pussy tingled and a sense of relief washed over me. The urgency I felt only moments before abated, I was at peace. My tongue was coated, John being ever the gentleman offered me a sip of his beer. I didn’t take it. Most girls would’ve, anything to offset the taste. However I was not most girls, I am me and I wanted to wear this taste home.

I’m working on getting this site closer to how I envision it. I’m realizing it is a bigger undertaking then previously thought, and I might need help. I do however make this vow. There will be more photo posts, more video and more panty selling. (Okay, I might be addicted to that.) There will be more Geisha Speak coming too!
Just you wait, I promise it can only get better.

Part of the reason I’ve been so lacking lately is the deaths I’ve had to deal with. Also I’m over in London, doing some of this soul searching. I’m also here catching up with old friends I haven’t seen since 2001.
It’s been a blast.
Since I’ve been here I’ve really had the point driven home. I don’t care enough about myself. Which is why my phone sex hasn’t been very fun for me anymore. Also, I’m opening myself back up to the idea of having personal submissive & cash whores again.

You only live once and i’m enjoying this go around, Damnit. I’m taking this week to refocus and redeclare my Geisha-Brat-Goddessness. I’m becoming a new girl. This trip is doing me very much good. I can’t believe I was so hesitant to take this trip.

Paulo has been my friend since high school and he reminded me high school me would’ve never let herself get so stressed out and so overworked. She would employ and design team and focus on the fun of doing porn…so that’s what I’m doing. So, stay tuned!

Ah, Paulo..
What can you say about a man who just 24 hours ago had me bent over his desk taking a spanking for letting my idea of the perfect life turn into a nightmare?
Divinity.
Paulo is a sex god. Quite literarily.It’s been like this for weeks. Naughty game after naughty game.

He came with my step father’s driver to pick me. We sat in the back of the car. The tinted window up. Paulo knows me, he unzips. Wordlessly. His cock is blissfully hard. He pulls me close in one armed hug, my hand squeezes his cock. He groans, helping my body down guiding my mouth to his cock. I suck slowly the feeling we might get in trouble washes over me. I feel his fingers rubbing through the panties I now ALWAYS wear to remind myself of The Comedian.
He swirls his fingers against my pussy through the fabric. Obviously annoyed. My mouth works harder to please him.

…and just as we’re pulling up the drive. Paulo lets me swallow his sweet cum.

What have you been doing?