That’s where I met Kitty, a petite mousy haired girl with intoxicating eyes. She’s the girl who breeds obsession amongst the usual patrons. Imagine my shock when she came to talk to me, me of all the people, I caught her eye. Me, who belongs to a man.

I love the way she’ll pull me aside and tell me a secret. I live to hear her voice whispering in my ear. It made me tingle with joy when I hear it. Especially when she told me she wanted to fuck me, and she wouldn’t mind playing with my Master.

He was eager to put this to the test.

Public sex is always a turn on for me. Even more so now, it makes my Master happy. He takes me suddenly, I’m in his lap. My legs spread my pussy exposed to everyone’s view. Even hers, she’s staring at my already wet pussy. He leaves that hole barren, pushing into my ass instead.

I motion her over she crawls across the floor, every bit as languid as a feline. I reach out catching her mousy mane in my fingers. She starts to lap at my pussy. Her tongue knows where to go but, I still guide her by the hair. I know it adds to her arousal to be controlled to have it demonstrated so simply in front of everyone.

His cock is pounding in my tight little asshole. I like it when he fucks me like he means to break me. It lets me thrash about like the beast I’ve become, the beast he’s made me. That’s when I feel her tongue, she’s licking his cock while he fucks me. I shiver and moan when her tongue touches my exposed and open asshole.

I pull her hair jerking her face upwards her tongue present and waiting as I orgasm, she laps it all as Master unloads in my ass. I’m stunned. I’m gasping for breath and stroking her hair. Telling her what a good kitty she is.

I’m blissfully aware as he holds my lower half upward. Kitty is sucking his shaft like a greedy girl. Just as I thought I’d be put down, I feel her tongue around my quivering asshole, barreling up inside. She’s claiming our prize for being such good girls.

I adore my new kitty friend, and I’ll tell her so every time I see her because that’s just how I am. I’ll also make her do vile things because I love watching her fuck-stoned face.

I crouch on the toilet my legs spread wide. Lewdly wide, it feels ridiculous and naughty. I untie one side of my panties. My fingers seek out my throbbing clit. I finger my clit, causing my thighs to twitch immediately. I need this, I can hear his voice in my head. My mind replays his voice telling me to touch my cunt. I obey.

I rub slowly but it only takes me five minutes to come to a loud orgasm. I’m shamelessly squirting all over my fingers and laughing. As I climb down I notice some hit the door and floor, I decide to leave it there to tired to clean it up. I retie the violet ribbon at my hip. My black skirt falls nicely. Sated I can get back to work.

Back at the booth I check my BlackBerry there’s an email from Jones. The third to our happy little trio. He’s outside, he’s waiting for me. This is a surprise. I email back it’ll be a bit.

When I get outside he’s standing there just waiting. I look at him with his blonde hair and eyeliner. He looked perfect I hugged him and held hand as we headed to 16th street.
At the bus stop he was talking to me while his fingers played over my mound. I blushed no one could really see, to others we looked like he was holding me close.

“Someone enjoyed herself.” He whispered in my ear.

“Yeah.”

“I’m going to finger fuck you.” He whispers in my ear as we climb the steps. I blush as I pay fare.
We walk to the back and cram ourselves into the wheel well seat. His fingers ease inside me My greedy fuckhole sucks him inside.

“You’re going to suck these clean.” I taunt him.

“Yes.” He whispers.

He makes me orgasm again for the second time tonight, five people sitting around us completely unaware. That’s when I got an evil thought I lifted my hips untying my panties. The flimsy fabric clung I pulled the black and white stripped fabric free. Shoving it quickly in Jones’s waiting mouth. I watched him suck while the violet ribbons hang from his mouth.

That’s how I pull him from the bus, he’s my little pull toy. I lead him across the street and upstairs to my brother’s apartment. Once inside I pull the panties free from his mouth.

“Strip.” I tell him.

He unbelts his jeans pulling them down. I can see his cock straining through his shorts before he pulls them off setting them aside. Seconds later my wet panties are wrapped around his cock and his fist is pumping fast and furious. Gasping as he goes.

“Lacie” He screams out as he spurts thick ropes of cum coat my panties. We’re both tired and flushed. We’re both panting

“You want to wear them to bed?” I say with a lazy grin. I’m fastening them on before he can say yes, but he does.

I’m pleased.

(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.

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.

The two bands prior didn’t really do much for me. The thing is, Astrid PIerce (band, not a person) tried to be good, but something smacks of trying too hard. It really showed. Catastrophe left me there alone, can you believe that?

Aside from that, I came up with the greatest idea ever. I want to start a band and come up with all these songs with set titles, then when I perform live, mumble the titles. So, that way, when someone goes “Did you say, Purple Monkey Dish Fucker?” I’d say “Yes, yes I did.” and watch their friends also misinterpret the title just the same like, “I thought she said Dumble Crump Smacker.” To which I would respond positively to that, to further fuck with them.

Though, Bits and Pisces is rocking. Miles above Catastrophe’s old band. Though, I think there need to be more songs about masturbation. (Hint Hint Catastrophe)

There was this really pretty girl there who looked like a young Sylvie Kristel. Think Emmanuelle.
I could not resist. Well, I could have and probably should have. But, I didn’t. The Trash Bar is one of those places where you have to get right on top of someone to talk. So, Jak had left, I’m not quite sure where he went off too. So, Emmanuelle took her chance, saying she knew this place close by. She took me to an Indian restaurant.
I must admit I was very confused.
She lead me back to the bathrooms. The ladies room was out of order. This girl was a fucking genius! We used a broom (or a mop?) to block the door just in case. Let me say, I’ve only ever given a guy a blow job in public. I was sitting on the toilet he popped his cock in my mouth.

The logistics of what she wanted were eluding me. My nervousness kicked in, I suddenly wished a man was there…
She hopped on the toilet gripping the hand rails at either side. I undid her impossible bondage pants. She wore no panties and was waxed. I kissed her above her pubic bone then slid my tongue down tapping her clit with it.
she spread her thighs but I couldn’t reach anymore. I left her wanting more, I knew she wanted me but, I had 20 minutes tops…so I licked her clit and didn’t let up. Until she came.

I never did ask her name.

All in all, it was an awesome night. Despite the fact that I’m now sick and stuck in bed..
It’s okay, I could use time off.

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I thought Topping while in a wheelchair was difficult, but I must be a masochist. Bottoming is harder, hands down. While itʻs not more difficult in terms of capability or ability, there are a fair number of difficulties.

The finding partners is always the hardest part. Finding people who can accept the “my bitch comes with wheels” is quite difficult. Adding that I’m a painslut makes it even weirder. People have a hard time hurting me. Even though I’m a big girl and I ask for it. I know what I can handle, and I will use my safe word.

You know what they say, that when you stop looking for something, you find it? It’s true. In fact, itʻs the only thing I believe in. I just have to remind myself of this a lot.

It was a cold night when I met him. I was with friends outside of Stilettos, a gay and lesbian bar in Detroit. He caught my eye. He was older and debonair, the type of guy I masturbate to. I love older men, but I had never really been with one. I was staring at him. He was staring right back.

My friends had to drag me inside. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to go in. I simply wasn’t about to lose a test of wills. Once inside, I consoled myself with something alcoholic that tasted vaguely of blackberry and turned my attention to the stage.

“Hello.” A velvety voice whispered in my ear. Startled, I jumped and looked up. It was him.

“Hello.” I said, marveling at how close he was, yet he was not touching my chair. He put his hands on my shoulders. My breath caught, my heart pounded, he was touching me.

“My name is Rei, I’m interested in getting to know you. Come outside with me while I smoke,” he said before walking away. It was not a request, it was an order.

Before I could think, I was up and away from my party. I quickly caught up with up him. He held the door open for me. My nipples were hard and I couldnʻt tell if it was the cold or the excitement.

“Let me guess, early twenties, rebellious and a Daddyʻs girl,” he said from behind me.

“Hardly a Daddyʻs girl,” I said, giggling nervously.

“No…” I could hear the smooth suck on his cigarette. “I can fix that.” He spoke confidently, reaching down and tweaking a nipple. I was mortified, I was embarrassed, I was aroused.

I was his.

There are those moments when you can just feel your whole life change. This was mine. The moment I knew I could be submissive. As the realization set in, he turned and the next thing I knew, he was walking off, during my moment of epiphany! How dare he! I chased after him.

He stopped in front of a really nice, sleek black car.

“Ever done it in a BMW… I didnʻt quite catch your name?” He said. He was smirking.

“No, and my name is Lo.” I said. Oh shit, I used my real name. Oh fuck, I wanted him bad.

“Well, Lo . Let me enlighten you.” He said undoing my seatbelt with one hand and opening the BMWʻs back door. He tossed aside his cigarette stepping on it once, crushing the glowing ember beneath his heel.

He lifted me as if I weighed nothing and set me in the back seat. I lay there my heart beating while he moved int the car with me shutting the door behind him. I watched him wide eyed.

He immediately exposed my nipples, looking me over. Caressing the curve of my hip. “I want to hurt you, Lo.” He stated it the way most would say, “I like green.” He let his hand trail down the front of my thighs.

I whimpered.

He moved me so that I was on my belly pressed against the leather. He lifted my skirt. As usual, I wasnʻt wearing any panties. He brought his hand down on my bare ass. Sound of flesh on flesh filled the car. On and on he went until he finally got me to cry out.

It hurt a lot but I was taught never to cry. It felt different from the times my step-dad spanked me. My ass hurt the same, but the electricity was there and my pussy was wet and aching. He knew this, surely he had to. His fingers would dip into every time heʻd stop to rub my ass.

I raised my ass under his hand as he rubbed my ass smearing my wetness across my backside. He laughed and continued his assault on my ass. I was moaning and gasping, and then:

“Stop please.” I said, not my standard safe-word but, he stopped sitting back on his heels.

“70. You must have been an unruly child.” He said chuckling.

“Yeah.” I said gasping. His finger slid into me stopping me from talking. He pushed inside my tight pussy. I was surprised by my own wetness. He slid back and forth adding a second finger and third until my pussy was stuffed full and convulsing around him.

Before I knew it, I was orgasming at the speed of sound. The whole thing was sharp and brief. Even now I think about it, what I could have done differently if I had the toys on hand and the knowledge to use them.

Just as the thought sparked through my mind, my body recoiled, trying to place a definite end to the encounter. Abrupt as it was, the next thing that happened was him putting in me back in my chair and handing me his card.

“Call me.” He said. I quickly dashed back into the bar. My friends hadnʻt even noticed I was gone.

Of course I called.

We ran across the lawns the back lawns where my family wouldn’t be looking.
He hailed a taxi after we’d been unnoticed after two blocks. My heart beat like a caged animal in my chest.
Once inside the cab, Trevor told the cabbie to take us to JFK airport. As the cab picked up speed I felt Trevor’s teeth in my neck. Desire overtook me I moaned sliding onto his lap.
“My whore.” He whispered in my ear. I could tell the cabbie heard by the arch of his eyebrow. I didn’t care I was Trevor’s whore.
I demonstrated this by spreading my legs as his hand rubbed my excited cunt through my thong. I wiggled my ass eagerly loving his growing hard on.
My lips found his in a very wet sloppy kiss, we were giggling like children as my hands moved like a well oiled cock hungry machine unfastening his fly. Freeing his beautifully thick and diamond hard cock. Deftly I lifted my long bridal gown’s skirt. Moving on top of it rubbing against him feeling his fuck stick through my satin thong. To me this is the most arousing thing in my sexual play book at this time.
Trevor cut my fun short pulling the cloth aside, sinking his cock deep inside my warm slick pussy. My loud moans filled the cab. By now Trevor was just displaying me and his control over me to the cabbie. Trevor lifted my skirt’s back so my round plump ass was exposed
“Shake it baby, shake it for Daddy.” Trevor growled in my ear. I moved my ass side to side and back and forth over and over. Riding his cock like the fucking Kentucky Derby.
A screaming orgasm ripped through me sending off Trevor’s cock on the floor. Trevor’s cum squirted on the hem of my dress. His laughter boomed.
Needless to say the cabbie didn’t make us pay.