Broken Unicorn

Writer’s Block

November 25, 2018 By Broken Unicorn 4 Comments

“Not right now, Pet,” he said as she slid up behind him, her hands reaching out to his hunched shoulders. He had always carried his stress there, and she could read him well enough to know when he needed to relax. He had awoken before her, and had been perched over his laptop at least since she had gotten out of bed three hours ago.

She knew better than to bother him while he was working, so she did her best to keep herself occupied and quiet until he had finished. Sir had told her that he had a deadline of Monday morning, and as much as she hated giving up any of their time together for the weekend, she understood the importance of him completing his work. They could hardly continue to enjoy these weekend trysts if he was unemployed, after all.

There was, however, only so much she could do to keep busy. She had showered, shaved her legs, and done her make-up the way he liked best. She was dressed in a corset top, lacy red panties, thigh-high seamed stockings, and a sheer black wrap, all designed to arouse Sir’s interest. Her own laptop was on the other side of the hotel room they shared. Social media had been checked, and she had taken her turn on all of the online games she was currently involved in. There was nothing interesting on the television, and she didn’t know the city well enough to feel like going out alone while he struggled to write. Besides, that would involve getting out of the outfit she had put on for the express intent of getting fucked in.

So, she decided to try the direct approach, only to be rebuffed as she tried to give him a shoulder rub. She was, however, nothing if not determined. She leaned down into him, putting her weight onto the rolling office chair he was seated in, and rested her chin on his shoulder, peering down at the blank word processing document that was on the screen ahead of him.

“I take it the writing isn’t going well then?” she purred into his ear.

“Not even a little, no,” he grumbled, refusing to look at her. “I owe my editor two thousand words by Monday morning. I put it off, and I put it off, and couldn’t come up with a damn thing before I left home. I figured that maybe a weekend away with you would be enough to get the creative juices flowing, but now it’s Sunday morning, I’ve wasted the entire weekend, and I still have nothing.”

She pouted as she ran her hands down over his bare shoulders, feeling the play of his pectoral muscles, delighting in the tickle of his chest hair under her palms, her fingers reaching out to tease his small, semi-hard nipples. He was only wearing a pair of jeans while he tried to work, and he still smelled of sweat and sex from last night. She breathed in deep, inhaling his scent, feeling herself start to get wet just from his presence. Her fingernails gently raked down his torso towards the button of his jeans. She decided to ignore the slight about “wasting the weekend,” and instead remind him of exactly why he was here with her.

“Stop,” he said harshly, his hand gripping her wrist. He turned to look at her, and she could see the stress in his eyes. His hair was still uncombed, unruly and mussed, his dark curls peppered with gray streaks. There were still bits of sleep sand in the corners of his eyes. “I need to focus.”

“You do,” she said as she leaned in, kissing him. As their mouths came together, her mouth opened, allowing his tongue to enter and explore the contours of the inside of her, her own tongue delicately pushing back against his. “Focus on me,” she said as she took the edge of his office chair in hand and spun it around to face her. She melted into him, pressing her body against his as she resumed their kiss, hands reaching down to unbutton his pants.

“Stop it, I mean it,” he admonished, sternly. “I need to write. I can’t have you distracting me.”

“How well is that working for you?” she asked, noting that he hadn’t actually done anything to remove her hands. She finished undoing the button, deftly undid the zipper, and reached in to find him hard and ready for her. “You seem a lot more interested in this than whatever it is you’re writing.” She glanced back at the blank screen. “Or not writing, as the case may be.”

Sir groaned as her fingers teased his hardness out of his pants, exposing his cock to the cool air of the hotel room.

“You’re going to be punished for ignoring my orders,” he warned with a growl.

“Fine,” she said with a smirk. “Punish me. Later.”

She slid down his body, rubbing her firm breasts against his chest and grinding her pussy against his leg as she moved until she was kneeling between his legs on the floor in front of the chair. Her hands grabbed the edges of his jeans and slid the denim over his ass and down his legs, leaving his bare butt sticking slightly to the faux-leather of his chair. His cock was fully engorged with his arousal, and a drop of precum was just sticking to the tip.

Pet leaned in, letting his manhood gently slap against her cheek as she nuzzled into Sir’s crotch. “Please, Sir, let me take your mind off your writing.” She wrapped her fingers around him and gently jacked his cock, loving the feel of loose skin moving back and forth over the solid shaft. Her tongue flicked out, licking away the drop of his precum. “Yummm,” she moaned.

“That’s the problem,” Sir answered, closing his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see the erotic site between his thighs. Not that closing his eyes helped any, because he could perfectly imagine the look of adoration and lust on his Pet’s face. “You’re very good at distracting me. I need inspiration.”

“Oh? Well then, let me inspire you,” she said as she took him into her mouth. Sir’s cock was just thick enough to fill her mouth without making her choke, and her naturally low gag-reflex allowed her to swallow him almost to the root with a single smooth motion. With the tip of his cock in her throat, she swallowed, knowing how much Sir enjoyed the feel of her throat muscles massaging his cock.

She didn’t look up, she didn’t have to see his face to know that her oral efforts were being appreciated. His groan told her all she needed to know. She knew how to worship his cock with her hands and mouth, how to drive his lust to a fever pitch, how to make him want her like he had never wanted any other woman. And she showed him every bit of her skill.

Her mouth slid up and down his hardness, changing back and forth from deep-throating him to licking up and down his shaft, then laying kisses from the head of his cock to the base where it met his hairy balls. Her fingers danced against his manhood, counterpointing where her mouth was. She felt him throb in her mouth, and she wondered if today would be one of the rare occasions where Sir would reward her with a mouthful of his cum.

“Inspired yet?” she asked as she came up for, releasing his cock from her mouth. She licked his balls as she resumed gently jacking him off.

She got her answer as she felt him push her off him. Off-balance, she nearly landed back on her ass, but before she could do so, his hands were under her arms, lifting her to her feet and then throwing her onto the bed. She landed hard, the wind knocked out of her lungs as she hit with a slight “oof.”

Then Sir was on top of her, his strong hand pinning her crossed wrists over her head while his other hand reached between her legs. She heard a rip as her panties were pulled away, exposing her dripping sex to him. His knees were already between her thighs, and he pushed her legs wider as he lined himself up.

She knew he was going to be rough with her, and she was ready for it. No, not just ready for it, but she wanted it. She wanted him to use her, to roughly take her body, using her for his pleasure. He had to be on the verge of orgasm already from her mouth, she expected.

Even bracing herself for it, she still couldn’t help but scream as she felt his thick cock spreading her open. His thrust shook the bed, shook her body, and made her breasts jiggle under her corset. She screamed with pleasure and pain. She was wet and ready for him, or so she thought, but the sudden intrusion of his cock still caught her body off guard. For a moment she considered asking him to stop, or to go slower, or to be gentle, but then he withdrew and slammed into her again, sending fireworks through her brain. Fuck it, she thought. She’d be sore tomorrow, but it was worth it.

“Fuck me, Sir. Please. Use me.”

He didn’t answer with words, but his growl suggested his intent, and his body answered her as he hammered into her. She loved it when he used her so. He could be a considerate and gentle master, and always made her cum when he did so. But something about being so taken so primally set her off as well. Her pussy fluttered around the cock that invaded her as she felt the beginnings of her first orgasm start.

He continued to pound into her, stretching her, leaving her feeling bruised inside and out. Her high-pitched sighs and grunts quickly turned into screams as she came, feeling him use her. His cock was hard and insistent, his hands were rough and firm as he pinned her to the bed. His mouth found hers, lips pressing hers apart, tongue invading her mouth, leaving her panting and screaming her pleasure into his open mouth.

“Shut… up… Pet,” he uttered through gritted teeth. His hand found the shredded remains of her panties and pushed them into her open mouth, gagging her and muffling the sounds she made as he fucked her into oblivion. Her eyes rolled back as she felt him speed up, his thrusts getting even harder (something she wouldn’t have thought possible until it happened).

“You wanted to be fucked?” he asked as he fucked her harder. “You wanted to be claimed? To be used? You thought your body was more important than my work? Fine. I’ll use you. Take my cum, you slut. Take it!”

She wanted to cry out “Yes. Take me! Use me! Fill me!” but the panties in her mouth made it come out as a series of unintelligible grunts. But Sir wasn’t listening in any case, because at that moment he loosed a primal scream as his cock throbbed and twitched, shooting thick ropes of his cum deep into her tight, wet cunt, which pulsed around him, milking him and pulling his seed into her body.

Sir collapsed onto her, and his hand released her wrists. Pet reached up and pulled the scraps of lace out her mouth, and turned her face to look at him. He kissed her, gently now, as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her tight as they rolled to their sides, ending up with him on his back and her curled into him. They cuddled in silence for some time as their breathing and heart rates came back to normal. Her fingers found his now softening cock, and she gently played with him.

“Did that help?” she asked. “Do you have any ideas about what to write now?”

He smiled. “Actually, yes. I thought I might write about a Sir who was suffering writer’s block, and what his Pet does to help him get past it.”

She grinned in response. “That sounds like quite a story. Want to tell me more about it?”

She felt the cock in her hands begin to regain its stiffness as he rolled her back onto her back.

“I’d rather show you,” he said.

About the Author

Broken Unicorn has been a writer since he was a child, starting off writing decidedly non-erotic stories about superheroes. As he got older, he started writing erotica about superheroes, before eventually discovering his kinky side and writing about people who could live in the real world. He lives in the midwest, and is happy to live in a very full house that includes four humans and two dogs. He can be found under the profile Broken_Unicorn https://fetlife.com/users/8765084

Unmasked

November 11, 2018 By Broken Unicorn 3 Comments

Brian Vox-http://www.voxart9.com/

Dances at geek conventions are a very mixed bag. Put several hundred socially awkward nerds in a room together with loud music and alcohol and one of two things will happen. Either everyone will sit quietly huddled together with the few other people they know, trying to talk over the music, or enough people will overcome their awkwardness that the dance floor will be packed with people who are mostly too scared to talk to one another.

This dance was themed around superheroes and villains, and he was thrilled to be there. He was tall, well-muscled, and his father was from Puerto Rico, which meant that it was a natural fit for him to take the costume of a luchador-inspired villain who had been responsible for the destruction of one of comics’ most popular heroes a few years ago. He went for more of a comic-inspired version of the outfit than the one from the movie that came out a few years ago, meaning he wore black spandex that left his massive arms exposed, and his mask was a luchador-style one with a zippered opening allowing the mouth to come away from the mask so he could eat and drink.

His roommate for the convention had insisted on their costumes and that they come out to the dance, and he had reluctantly agreed. He was still in the midst of an unpleasant divorce, so while he had been looking forward to the convention, the idea of spending a night surrounded by drunk and desperate nerds was of limited interest to him. Predictably, his roommate spotted a young twenty-something dressed as a female clown-themed villain moments after they arrived at the dance and vanished into the crowd, leaving him alone.

Sweeping his gaze across the crowd, he tried to figure out how long he had to stay at the dance before he could slip away. His roommate would probably go back to the room of the blonde he had chased after, so no one would know that he left. He could get in a workout, turn in early, and be ready for the convention tomorrow.

So resolved, he turned towards to the exit and started to make his way out, not looking down, and so he almost tripped over her. She was maybe 5’6” tall, and some of that came from the black stilettos she wore. Her hair was long and dark, spilling out of the latex cat-inspired cowl. Her eyes were green, sparkling like emeralds. The leather catsuit she wore was unzipped halfway partially, revealing the tops of a very nicely rounded pair of breasts. They didn’t seem to be terribly large, but on her fairly petite frame, they were more than proportionate. A whip was coiled and hung from her hips. She was adorable, if perhaps a little too young for him.

She also had been holding a full cup of some fruity alcoholic concoction, most of which was now splattered all over his costume from where they collided.

“Watch it!” she said, indignantly, looking right into his sternum. Her gaze traveled up over his well-defined chest until she was looking up at his mask. “Oh… uhm…” she continued, obviously embarrassed at both her outburst and at having spilled her drink all over him. “I’m sorry…”

“No worries, kitten,” he said. “I’m fine. The costume will wash. Shall I get you another one?”

She looked at the empty and dented plastic cup in her hand. “No. No, I really don’t need this. It won’t help.” She was practically screaming to be heard over the music.

“Here, follow me,” he said, taking her by the hand and leading her to a set of couches that were on the outside edges of the dance. He noted how easily she went with him, and he guessed there was a submissive streak in her, despite the fact that the costume she wore had been inspired by the outfits of professional dominatrixes.

When they found the couches, he left her for a minute, then returned with two cups of water. “So, why are you so upset?” he asked as he sat across from her, handing her one of the two cups. She looked at it warily, clearly aware of the potential risk of drinking something a stranger handed her at a party before she decided to throw caution to the wind and sipped the cool liquid.

“The guy I came here with? The one who I spent hundreds of dollars buying a costume to coordinate with his? He’s over there dancing with some blonde slut with big boobs.”

She pointed across the dance floor, and sure enough, there was a guy dressed as the famous vigilante, dancing with a cute little blonde number dressed in pigtails with clown makeup. She was in her early twenties, and the two of them were sharing their dance area with his roommate.

He chuckled.

“They’re also dancing with my roommate,” he said. She was obviously furious with the guy, and he guessed that she had really been planning to sleep with the guy this weekend. Her costume wasn’t cheaply made, so she had been willing to invest quite a bit to impress this dude. “I suppose the three of them make quite a set. Hero, villain, and villain’s girlfriend.”

She grimaced. “That is such an unhealthy relationship. I don’t get why girls think those two make a good couples costume.”

“Oh, you’re a fan?” he asked.

The two of them began to talk, sharing their favorite moments in comics, films and television. The conversation flowed naturally and easily, to the point where neither noticed that they had never bothered to share their names. She was clearly much younger than he, but he found her engaging and charming and well-read. They were oblivious to the dance going on around them, and before they knew it, the lights were being turned up to tell the partiers to get out. Both of them looked around and noticed that their respective friends had left without them – most likely somewhere with the blonde in red and black.

“Would you like to continue this discussion back at my room? I’m in a hotel connected to the convention,” he offered.

She chuckled, uncomfortably. “You just want to get me back to your room so you can take advantage of me. Big strong supervillain holding the vigilante anti-hero at his mercy.”

She said that nervously, but he thought he could detect a note of longing in her voice. She was more than ten years his junior. His divorce wasn’t finalized. And if her convention badge could be believed, she lived on the opposite side of the country. There were a million reasons why bringing her back to his room was a mistake. But he decided to go for it anyways.

“Would it be such a bad thing if I did, kitten?”

She bit her lip nervously as she considered her options.

“Take me,” she said, finally.

* * *

They didn’t speak as they made their way the few blocks through the city back to his hotel. The convention had filled the hotel lobby with people in costume and playing board games, so no one paid them a second look as they came in, still in full costume. She stood demurely and quietly beside him as he led her to the elevators and by the time the elevator arrived at the 14th floor, they were the only two left. She followed him down the hall to his room. When they arrived at the entrance, he turned and faced her, placing his second copy of the room key in her hand.

“If you’re going to come into my room, it has to be your choice. Because once we’re inside, what I say goes. Do you understand?”

She nodded assent.

“I still don’t even know your real name,” he said as he let himself into the room. He turned back to see her standing in the hallway.

“I’m your kitty. You’re my poison. Do we need to know anything more about each other?” she said as the door closed with a click.

He stood just inside the threshold to the hotel room, waiting for the impossibly long time as he waited for her to make her choice. It might have been as few as five seconds between when the door closed and when the green light on the lock flashed, indicating that she was inserting the room key, but it felt like hours. As she tentatively began to push the door open, he grabbed the edge, flinging the door wide.

Before she could say anything he had his hands under her arms, lifting her up, spinning her around, taking several steps into the room, letting the door swing closed under its own power, as he pinned her to a wall and they exchanged their first kiss.

She wrapped her slender legs around him, not quite able to fully encircle him as he had one hand on her ass, using it to hold her up and support her as she was pinned against the wall. His other hand was on the black latex of her cowl, pulling her mouth to him. Her hands grabbed his biceps, the claws of the leather gloves digging into his muscles, not quite able to draw blood.

As their tongues dueled, with hers retreating to allow him to explore the shape of her mouth, he released her head. His hand came between them and found the zipper of her catsuit, pulling the zipper down exposing the full curves of her tits. She wore a lacy black shelf bra that pushed her cleavage high, and once the leather was pulled back, left her nipples on full display. A silver stud went through the nipple of her right breast, and her small, pebble-like nipples were hard and erect with longing.

“He would have been very lucky,” he said his hand came up to cup her right boob. His thumb ran across the nipple, toying with the jewelry. “He’s a fool to have turned away from you. But I am happy to claim what should have been his.”

“Yesssss,” she moaned as he fondled her. “Claim me. Own me. Make me yours.”

He turned them away from the wall, easily holding her up with one hand. Before she could fully react, he tossed her onto the king-sized bed that dominated the room. She landed hard, prone and lying flat on the bed, breasts bouncing from the impact, wind slightly knocked from her lungs. Then he was on her, knees pressing her thighs apart as he held himself just above her on his elbows, one hand back on her zipper, peeling it all the way down her stomach, past her waist until the top of her lacy panties could be seen. He kissed her again, his other hand reaching up to take the edge of her latex cowl to pull it from her head.

“No,” she asked, one of her delicate hands gripping his wrist. “Leave the masks on.”

He grinned a predatory grin.

“You wish to be taken by the villain, and not by me?”

“Tonight? Yes. Oh, yes.”

“As you wish, kitten.”

With that, he grabbed the opening of the catsuit near her collarbone and he pulled roughly, yanking it halfway down her arms, exposing her torso fully to his gaze. He kissed her again as he pulled, rearing back on his knees and bringing her into a sitting position as he worked the leather suit down her body. His mouth moved from hers to her neck, and he kissed and bit at her as he stripped the catsuit off of her, leaving her in only her bra and panties.

“Now, my little cat, if you want to make me happy – and you do want to make happy – strip me,” he ordered her as he lay down on the bed.

She was a vision of innocence and debauchery in one, somewhat demure despite the lingerie that had clearly been chosen to create lust and desire. Her bra did nothing to hide her full breasts, the nipples fully on display, and the high-cut lace thong did more to enhance her cunt than it did to conceal it. No hair showed under the lace, so she either had a very well-trimmed landing strip, or she was completely bare underneath.

On her knees she slid down the bed, first unlacing the heavy boots he wore. She slipped them off, then gently peeled his socks down his feet. She turned away completely, so that she was facing the foot of the bed, and as she bent over, he could see the full lips of her pussy peeking out from behind the lacy strip. Her folds glistened and gleamed with her arousal, and he put one hand on the cheek of her ass possessively as she bared his feet.

She looked back over her shoulder, eyes gleaming mischievously as she wiggled her ass back at him. The raven black hair from under her cowl flipped wildly as she turned her attention back to him. She sat back on her knees as she ran her hands up his legs, feeling the muscles beneath through the spandex. Her fingers stroked the growing hardness of his manhood as she worked to undo the complicated belt that was as much prop as it was an article of clothing. His outfit was a one-piece singlet, but the belt had to go before she could peel it down him.

Her hands kept straying from working the buckles and snaps of the belt as she got distracted feeling his manhood. He was big, perhaps not bigger than the basketball player she had hooked up with during college, but still more than enough to satisfy her. She couldn’t wait to expose him, to feel the girth of his shaft, the weight of his balls. Her mouth watered as she considered the possibilities.

“Stay focused, kitten.” His voice brought her back to reality, and she hurriedly finished removing the belt before spinning back to face him.

Her fingers slipped under the black spandex shoulder straps, and she began to peel it down him, loving the play of muscles she could see in his pecs, his abs. His waist tapered in, although she was briefly disappointed that his cock was covered by a pair of tight silvery briefs. But she continued to peel the second skin of the spandex costume down him, fingers massaging the taught muscles of his thighs as she went, and then he was just like her, wearing only underwear and a mask.

Then his hands were back under her arms, pulling her onto him so that she straddled him. She could feel his hardness through their underclothing, her slickness allowing her panties to easily slide back and forth across her sensitive lips as he ground himself against her.

His hands went to her hips, guiding her as she moved above him, their bodies pressed tight together, both longing to feel the naked flesh that was covered by the thin pieces of fabric. He brought his head up to her right breast, taking her nipple between his teeth, biting gently, with his tongue playing with the jewelry embedded within. She grabbed the back of his head, pulling him into her by the spandex as she moaned with pleasure and pressed her pussy against him.

“Take me. Now,” she breathed.

“With pleasure,” he responded, gently pushing her back as he sat up, reversing their position so that her head was flat on the mattress by the foot of the bed as he positioned himself above her, between her legs.

He took her wrists in one massive hand, pushing them above her head and pinning her to the bed as he reached between them to rub her pussy through the black lace of her panties. She was soaking through, and he pushed the thin strip of fabric to the side to feel her bare lips. She was hot, and wet, and his finger slipped past the inner lips of her pussy. Her heat was intense, and the muscles within seemed to pulse and almost pull him in. He slowly fucked her with one finger, marveling at her tightness.

“No, don’t tease me. Please. Just fuck me,” she begged.

“I don’t… do you have condoms?”

“No… but I know you’re clean. I’m clean. And on the pill. And I need you. Now.”

He shimmied out of his underwear, baring his cock. He was hard and ready, his foreskin pulled back, revealing the swollen glands that was ready to penetrate her. The thin hair of her pubes tickled the head of his cock as he rubbed himself against her, slickening his shaft before he penetrated her. She whined in frustration and tried to raise her hips to impale herself on him, but he had her too firmly pinned to do so.

He pushed, and her lips parted to allow him entry, engulfing the first two inches of his cock. She was like a wet, velvet vise, gripping his shaft as it slowly pushed deeper into her. She moaned, a low, deep, soft sound as she was penetrated but his throbbing manhood. She felt herself stretching to accommodate him, not quite painfully so, but a delicious ache that left her feeling completely full. And then he was completely embedded within, their pubic hair meshing together, and his heavy, full balls resting against the curve of her ass.

“You’re mine now,” he said, and then brought his face to hers, nipping gently at her lower lip.

“Yes, absolutely. I’m at your mercy.”

“Too bad I have none,” he said as he swiftly withdrew most of his cock, and then slammed back into her in one fierce thrust that made her shudder. She was almost ready to beg him to do that again when he preempted her request by repeating the motion again… and again… and again.

He fucked her hard, and long, with deep, powerful thrusts, pinning her to the bed, and leaving her completely helpless. And she didn’t want to be anywhere else. Her moans came so quickly and intensely that they stopped being separate moans, and more became one single long exaltation of pleasure as he drove into her, pushing her through one orgasm, then another and another.

He stopped, leaving her panting and wanting more, and withdrew from between her thighs. Seizing her, he pulled her to her feet and then shoved her over, so she was bent over the bed. As she tried to adjust to what he was doing, he had retrieved the whip from her costume, and brought it around to her hands, wrapping her wrists in the leather behind her back. She was a vision of loveliness and submission, bent over at the waist, chest against the bed, hands bound, pussy wet and glistening and open and ready.

Then he was behind her again, pushing into her once more, hands gripping her hips as he fucked violently fucked her. He was hard and ready to burst – it had been months since he had last lain with his soon-to-be ex-wife, and he was primed and ready to explode.

“Do you like this, kitten? Being taken? Being owned?”

“Yes.. oh, god, yes….” She moaned, his words almost as exciting to her as the powerful cock that was piercing her from behind.

“You like the feeling of me inside you. Making you mine?”

“Yesssssss….”

“Tell me what you want… what you need.”

“Fill me. Own me. Take me. Fill my pussy with your cock, with your cum. Make all of it yours. Use me. Fuck me. Just fucking take me!”

Her words were enough to push him over the edge, and his fingers dug into the curve of her hip as he buried himself in her, his cock twitching as it sent spurts of his cum deep into her wet and ready womb, triggering another orgasm of hers as she felt him empty himself in her.

He collapsed forward, pinning her to the bed, and they both tried to catch their breath as the moment began to pass.

He withdrew, and lay back down on the bed, pulling her to lay beside him, her head resting on his chest, one of her legs thrown over him. He unbound her wrists, and she cuddled into him, their masks still on.

She brought one hand up to the edge of his mask, fingers toying with the seam.

“Can we take these off?” she asked in a voice that was high-pitched, childlike, and vulnerable.

“Of course,” he answered gently.

Reaching back, he peeled the spandex off his head. His hair was short, dark brown, and despite being matted down under the spandex, she could still make out the gentle curls that were there. His face was handsome enough, deeply lined, with sorrowful bags under his eyes, and now that she could see his eyes, they were a deep brown.

For her part, when the latex cowl with attached wig was removed, he could see that her hair was very short and dyed red. Although her cowl had let her eyes shine through, unmasked she looked even younger than he had thought she was originally. He didn’t doubt that she was the age she had told him, but she seemed so much more innocent and youthful with the mask gone – a look that was only somewhat marred by the well-fucked look in her eyes.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” she responded, looking back at him.

“I guess now we should exchange names?”

They both laughed, as they cuddled together. They had been intimate enough that something as mundane as the exchanging of names seemed extraneous, and they drifted off to sleep curled into one another.

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Exposure

October 22, 2018 By Broken Unicorn 2 Comments

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said as she smoothed her skirt back in place, having revealed what was beneath to him.

He smiled in response. “Yes, you can. You absolutely believe it. I can see that you believe it, because your skin is flushed, your breathing is heavy, and I can make out your nipples through your shirt. You one-hundred percent believe you’re doing this. And it turns you on. If I were to slip my hand between your legs, you’d be absolutely soaking. And I would be able to feel it, wouldn’t I?”

“Yessss….” She said softly, in what was almost a moan.

He walked up behind her, pressing his crotch against her ass. He loved the firm, fleshy feel of her butt cheeks, and he ground his growing hardness against her as his arms went around her, hooking together just under her breasts. He leaned in to her neck, kissing the sensitive spot behind her ear.

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me? How I’m getting hard for you? How just the thought of what is under that skirt excites me?”

“Yes, I can,” she replied, her hand coming up to play with the loose curls of his hair. His short beard scratched slightly where his lips touched her, and the slight pricks only made her skin more sensitive. He let his hand just barely cup the underside of one breast, and squeezed lightly.

“Yes I can, what?” he asked as he applied a bit more pressure, squeezing not quite hard enough to hurt, but enough that she couldn’t possibly ignore it.

“Yes, I can, Sir.”

“Much better,” he replied. He kissed her neck one more time before he released her. “Now, we should get moving. We have dinner reservations to make.”

She watched as he slid from behind her to walk past her. The crisp white linen of his shirt was offset by the cufflinks he wore. The shirt was tucked into a pair of tight dark blue jeans, and even after years of being together, she still admired the way his ass looked when encased in denim.

When she made it down the stairs, he was already talking things over with the sitter, making sure that the children would have dinner and that the dogs would be tended. They expected to be home after the kids were asleep, but this was hardly the first time that the sitter had been there late. She was an old friend, more than capable of making herself at home while the couple was out of the house.

They left the house, and slid into the front seats of the SUV. He slid behind the driver’s seat, and she sat down carefully in the passenger’s seat, being careful not to let her skirt ride up too high as she did so. He chuckled at her awkwardness.

“Scared of putting on a show?” he asked.

“No. Well, yes. It’s still light out. Our neighbors are out and about.”

“The possibility excites me,” he said as he pulled out of the driveway. Once he had shifted the car back into gear, he put his hand on her leg, slightly above her knee. Her skin was bare where he touched her, and he could feel the heat radiating off her skin. His fingers edged slightly higher, trailing just at the edge of her skirt.

“Not here, not yet,” she said, putting her hand on his.

“Are you telling me no?” he asked. She had to stop to interpret his voice. She could stop at any time, of course. But the whole point of tonight was to let him set the terms and dictate what would happen. Did she really want to stop that this early into the evening?

“No, Sir. I’m not. Do what you want.”

He smiled as he squeezed her leg. He slid his hand slightly higher, resting his palm so that his fingers were under her skirt, but not yet up to being able to touch her between her legs. Yet. He didn’t say anything else as he continued to drive them to their favorite Indian restaurant. His teasing touch thrilled her, and she could feel the growing dampness between her legs. She hoped that she wouldn’t end up leaving a stain on her skirt as her juices began to flow.

“Do you remember when we first started dating?” he asked as he drove. “We were barely more than teenagers. How many nights did we spend making that long drive between cities, touching each other as we drove?”

“I don’t remember…. Lots.” She smiled with the memories. “I even went down on you as you drove once or twice.”

“I remember. Believe me, I remember.” Silence hung in the air for a minute as she thought about how close his hand was to her increasingly wet pussy. Was he going to start fingering her here? Now? With the sun still in the sky, driving into the downtown of the city, surrounded by cars on every side? She wasn’t sure if she was more scared of the possibility of him doing so, or the possibility that he was going to let her sit there, growing ever more excited, and then not touch her.

She got her answer as his hand stayed firmly, frustratingly in place, and before long she saw the restaurant where they had celebrated several milestones. They had eaten there for anniversaries, to celebrate when they discovered she was pregnant for the second time, in honor of his first book being published, and for a handful of other memorable date nights over the years.

His hand left her leg as he parked the vehicle, and as she gathered her purse, he hurried around to the other side to open her door for her. She laughed appreciatively at his display of chivalry as he offered his hand to her to help her out of the SUV, and took it gratefully, using her other hand to hold down the hem of her skirt.

He slipped one hand around her waist, hand resting on her hip possessively as he chuckled at her attempt at preserving her modesty. He led her in to the restaurant, where the hostess greeted them by name. “Your booth is ready,” she said as she led the couple back to a darkened semi-circular booth in the rear corner of the restaurant. It was still early in the evening, so the place was not overly busy, and with the shadows of the booth they were relatively isolated.

The couple sat down and she wondered when she should expect the next part of his surprise as they both perused their menus. She couldn’t help but be somewhat disappointed that his hands were both above the table, holding on to his menu, but she didn’t say anything as they discussed what to order. Before long the waiter came to their table to collect their orders.

“I’ll have the Lamb Curry,” he said as he placed the menu down, his left hand dipping under the table and resting on her leg, right where the edge of her skirt fell.

“Very good,” the waiter responded. “Hot, medium, or mild?”

“Hot,” he said. “And tell the chef to forget that I’m an American.”

As he spoke, his fingers began to slide up her thighs, knowing full well that she couldn’t say a thing or react without letting the waiter know exactly what his hands were doing. The only option she had was to try to pretend nothing was happening as his hand drew closer to her dripping wet sex.

“And to drink?”

“Water. And you have the Glenfiddich 18 Year right? We’ll each have one of those. On the rocks, for me.”

“And you ma’am?”

As the waiter turned his attention to her fully, her partner’s hand made its way all the way up her skirt, his fingers laying flat against her pussy. She wasn’t panty-less under her skirt – but the pair she wore were skimpy lace that were crotchless, so there was nothing between his fingers and the slick lips of her sex. So far, he wasn’t moving his fingers, just letting them lay against her aroused cunt, but she didn’t think that would last.

“I’ll take my whiskey neat,” she said as she felt a finger start to trace its way up the cleft between her legs, taking a moment to flick her clit before sliding back down. She had to wonder if he appreciated how her newly trimmed cunt matched the way she took her alcohol.

“And to eat?”

“The Chicken Tikka Masala. Mild. And tell the chef to remember that I am American.” She laughed at her own joke, which almost was enough to keep her from gasping aloud as she felt a finger penetrate her lower folds, swiftly slipping inside her, and then holding still. His finger wasn’t deep, probably no more than a half-inch, but she was still acutely aware of the insertion, and of how exposed she was under the table. Silently, she thanked all the gods that ever were for the tablecloth.

“Alright. Thank you. We’ll have that out for you shortly.”

As soon as the waiter walked away, the finger within in her moved deeper in, curling to stroke her G-spot. She bit her lower to lip to hold back a moan. As she felt him begin to finger-fuck her slowly, she brought her own hand under the table to grab his wrist.

“You can’t. Not in here.”

“Why not?” he asked. “No one can see what I’m doing. We’re just a couple sitting at a booth enjoying a date night out together to anyone who walks by and sees us. At least, that’s the case as long as you don’t give anything away.” He withdrew his finger from within her, and began to gently stroke her clit. She shuddered as she resisted another moan.

“I’ll stop if you want me to,” he said. “But you don’t want me to. You just need me to not give you a choice about doing what you want to do anyway.”

She didn’t answer, partially because she didn’t trust herself not to audibly express her feelings of pleasure if she let herself open her mouth – and partially because she knew he was right.

“But, I’ll be kind,” he said as he withdrew his hand from under her skirt, letting it rest on her upper thigh. It was still too high to be appropriate if anyone saw, but it was at least less distracting. And less likely to cause her to leave a puddle on the bench of the booth.

“I’m not letting you off the hook,” he said. “But I’ll keep my hands out from under your skirt at least until we’re done eating.”

True to his word, the remainder of the meal passed with him only putting his hand on her leg. Putting it up distractingly close and high, but still outside of the skirt. His hand on her leg was enough to make sure the kept remembering how close he was, and how very exposed she was, and the thought kept her wet.

After dinner, they walked back to the SUV. The sun had gone down while they were inside, and when the turned the corner of the building to the parking lot, they found that they were alone. He took that moment to seize her, spin her so that her back was to the wall of the building, and press her against it hard, cradling the back of her head in his hand to protect her and also to guide her face to his as he kissed her savagely.

Pressed against her as he was, his body would obscure anyone’s view of her if they happened to see them. As his tongue explored her mouth his other hand slid between her legs, and pulling the front of her skirt up, his hand was on her – and then a finger, then two were inside her. She was wet and slick and her body was ready. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers fucked her. Her nipples were hard and ready as they pressed against him through their shirts.

“Fuck me,” she begged. “Right here. Right now. I don’t care who sees. Just please fuck me.”

He laughed darkly as he drew back. “I don’t think you mean that.”

“I do. I really do. Please.” Her hips bucked, driving her wet sex against his hand. “I need you inside me.”

“If you did, you’d be asking properly,” he said.

“Please, Sir. Please fuck me.”

“That’s better. But the answer is still no. For now.” His fingers exited her, and her pussy tightened, trying to pull him back into her, instead just feeling the emptiness from where he no longer was. “Get in the car.”

He turned away from her and began to get into the SUV, and she scrambled to pull her skirt down and to get into the passenger seat. Once in the darkened car, she turned her head to look at him. “Now what?”

“Lay the seat back,” he instructed as he started the SUV and put it into reverse. “And spread your legs.”

She eagerly complied with his request, and closed her eyes as she felt his hand move back between her outsplayed thighs. He was gentle as he fingered her, exploring every nook and cranny of her pussy, sometimes dipping into her, other times stroking the outside, sometimes rubbing his thumb in tight circles around her clit. In the isolation of their vehicle, she no longer stifled her moans, groaning with pleasure as he played her like a fiddle.

With her eyes closed and being focused on the sensation of his hand, she didn’t have any idea where they were going, and she was surprised when her eyes opened and she noted that they weren’t back home, but instead were in the back parking lot of a local metro park.

“Where are we?” she started to ask as he put a finger to her lips. She couldn’t help but taste herself on his fingertip, and her tongue darted out to take a quick lick.

“No questions,” he said as he began to unbuckle his seat belt.

“Are you going to fuck me right here in the car?”

“No.” He opened the door. “Follow me.”

Giggling she followed suit. As she closed the door behind her, he had circled around to join her. He took her hand and walked her down the path into the park. The park closed at dark, and the path had no illumination. Shortly they were alone, isolated in the darkness, surrounded by trees on either side of the path. Without saying anything, he pulled her off the path into the woods. They were still close enough that they could see the path, but wouldn’t be seen by anyone.

“I need to fuck you. Now.”

“Yes, sir.”

He turned her away from him, facing a sturdy looking tree. She leaned forward and put her hands on the trunk as he lifted her skirt and admired her nearly bare ass. There was a thin strip of lacy fabric separating her ass cheeks. His hand slid down the crevice, and pushed between the split in the panties where the open gusset was, and his fingers pushed into her hard.

“I’m going to fuck you. Right through your panties. Do you understand?”

“God, yes, sir. Please. Give it to me.”

She hadn’t even heard him undo his pants, but then it was there. His cock. Hard and insistent. Hot. Tip slick with own precum. Just slightly parting her pussy lips. And then he pushed forward, smoothly but unrelenting until he was buried within her slick wet folds. Her pussy spasmed, squeezing him within her.

For hours now, he had teased her. Making her aware of how her pussy was essentially bare under her clothes while they were out. And now he was inside her. Fucking her. Making her his again. Completely at his mercy.

At that moment? Everything was exactly as it should be. She was exposed. She was owned. She was home.

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Surrendering To Her

September 17, 2018 By Broken Unicorn 2 Comments

“Ready” by Sir Render

Original reference from stockingsandsubmission.tumblr.com

Commissioned as an avatar piece

I love it when you are blindfolded. Surrendering your vision to me is such a beautiful expression of your submission. There is nothing I find quite as appealing as knowing that you are there, wearing what I have chosen for you, unable to see what I am wearing or bringing with me when I arrive.

I instructed you to change and be ready by 6:00 p.m., and that I would be there between 6:15 and 7:00. The uncertain time is part of the appeal. Once you have dressed and put on your blindfold, the passage of time becomes uncertain. The waiting, the anticipation is all you have.

I entered the room, quietly. I know that the door opening announced my presence, but my footsteps are soft as I enter. I turn the corner, and you are there, kneeling on the king-sized bed that dominates the room, illuminated only by the light of the bedside lamp. You are a vision of loveliness. The blindfold I provided is black, obscuring your features like a mask, with thick lace covering the eyeholes. You are also wearing a lacy, black bra with matching panties, but nothing else. Your hands are flat on the bed beside you, and your head is down. I love seeing you like this. Submissive and willing and waiting.

I whisper quietly to the person who accompanied me into the room. You are unaware of their presence – or are you? You have betrayed no sign of knowing that they are there. However, that could simply be because you know I do not wish for you to move until I have given you permission to.

Sitting on the bed next to you, I lean over and whisper in your ear. “Thank you for waiting, pet. Not long ago, you told me that there were things you wished to do, or rather wished to have done to you, that you would not normally desire, simply because you know it would please me. Do you remember this, pet? You may speak.”

“Yes, sir,” you say with some trepidation in your voice.

“I am going to make one of those fantasies come true tonight,” I tell you as I gesture to our guest. You feel their weight join us on the bed; I feel you stiffen with tension and then force yourself to relax.

I take your chin in my hand, and turn you to face me, kissing you fiercely. My tongue invades your mouth, penetrating past your teeth as I press my lips to your own. Our guest watches us, and I can see that they are getting excited by this display.

I turn your head away from me to face our guest. They lean in, their lips touch yours for the first time. Their kiss is more gentle, more delicate, probing, not claiming. But, they are not staking you out as their property; they are here at my request to be with you. Their hand reaches up to touch your face, and for the first time as you feel their long, delicate fingers and pointed fingernails, you realize beyond a doubt that the third person in the room is another woman.

She breaks the kiss with you, and her hand begins to slowly explore your toned frame, touching your hair, your arms, your shoulders, your torso. Fingertips gently slip under the strap of your bra, tracing down almost to touch your breasts, but stopping just before they slip under the cups.

She leans in to kiss you again, this time more passionately, one arm wrapping around you, embracing your quivering body. For the first time, you are able to get a sense of her. She is shorter than you, fuller in figure with a larger bust, which you can feel pressing against you. At my instruction, she had stripped down to her own bra and panties along with a pair of stockings held up with elastic garters.

“She’s beautiful,” she says to me as you hear her voice for the first time; I wonder if you know who she is.

“Sir, do I get to see her?” you ask as I lean back against the headboard. I am still fully dressed, but the sight of the two of you embracing has already made me hard beneath my trousers. I kick off my shoes, swing my legs onto the bed, still leaving plenty of room for you both.

“No, you do not. Not yet.”

“But she can see me…”

“Indeed. Because she wanted you as much as she wanted to do this for me. And I wanted to show my pet off to her.”

“But…”

“Are you questioning me, pet?”

I know that you know the words that can make this stop. I do not wish to prompt you, but I find myself wondering if you will invoke them.

“No sir.” You pause for a moment. “Green light,” you say quietly.

I smile, and whisper in your ear, “You can stop at any time, remember that. However, it pleases me that you’re willing to continue.”

“Only for you, Sir.”

I lean back away from the two of you.

“Give yourself over to the moment, pet. I want to watch the two of you explore one another, and undress each other.”

I see a faint blush come to your cheeks, and I know that you are considering the reality of the moment. I smile as I see you accept this truth, and you turn back to her, blindly searching for her mouth with your own as your hands reach out to cup her full breasts through the satin bra she’s wearing.

Her nipples are thick and prominent, always sensitive, and I see them stiffening and elongating through her bra at your touch. I watch as the two of you trade open mouthed kisses as you feel her tits through the satin. Your palm rubs across her nipple as your fingers touch the sensitive flesh flowing over the cups of the bra. Your fingertips slide under the cup as she breaks your kiss and pushes you back until you are supine, lying beneath her.

Her mouth descends to your neck, kissing and biting as her hands slip under your lithe form, reaching behind you to undo your bra, revealing your delicate breasts to her eyes, hands, and mouth. I watched, enraptured, as for the first time your nipple was taken into the lips of a woman. Were your eyes closed under the mask? What were you thinking? As she suckled at your breast, I imagined that her teeth and tongue were lavishing attention onto your nipple. She turned her head to me without releasing your breast, and I saw the wicked sparkle in her eye.

That was when I heard it-so soft that I could barely hear it. The soft sigh of contentment – not quite a moan – escaping your lips. I smiled. You are so beautiful in your pleasure and surrender.

Her right hand slides up to stroke your other breast, and I watch as her left descends to the lacy waistband of your panties. Her fingertips toy with the elastic; she gives me a look from the corner of her eye, silently asking for permission to disrobe you. I shake my head, wanting to prolong the moment. She throws a small nod my way to acknowledge my request.

She unlatches her mouth and slides back up to face you. Her left hand has left the waistband of your panties and is now gripping your ass as she grinds herself against you. She kisses you again, and tells you “I want you to play with my tits.”

She rolls over to her side, pulling you on top of her, and you turn to face me, still unseeing, but knowing where my presence is. “Sir?” you ask.

“It would please me very much to see you do so, pet.”

You do not speak, but bring your mouth down to her neck and begin kissing and biting your way lower to her full breasts. Your teeth and tongue start to explore her through the satin, and she lets out a throaty moan. “Yes, that’s it…” she says as she tangles one hand in your hair, pulling you tighter to her.

You reach behind her, undoing her bra, and as soon as her thick nipples are revealed, you turn to face me again. “Is this what you want, Sir? My mouth on her?” Your tongue ventures out, just ever so slightly flicking the tip of her nipple.

“Very much so, pet,” I say, my voice husky with desire.

And with that, you do not hesitate before bringing her breast into your mouth. Your lips pull back as your teeth gently clamp down on the nipple, and her moan is echoed by my own whisper of “Yes….”

“That’s it. Lick me, bite me, ohhh! Suck my tits. God, this feels so good….” Her litany continues as your mouth lavishes attention on her breasts, and your hands quickly come into play, squeezing the other breast, thumb rubbing back and forth against the nipple, fingernails gently scraping the delicate skin. Her breasts are so different from yours, larger, fuller, her nipples thicker and longer and much more sensitive. I know that you are not naturally attracted to women, but as your mouth and hands play, I sense that you are beginning to get into this. Not only because it pleases me – and it does – but also from the natural curiosity and exploration of a female form that is so different from your own.

I am so focused on watching your oral and digital worship of her breasts. Because of her sudden gasp I notice that one of your hands has made its way between her thighs, and is now stroking her pussy through her satin panties. Even from several feet away I can see the damp patch from where you have made contact with her; she bucks her hips up to meet your hand.

Tempted though I am to see how much further you would take this on your own, I am beginning to feel neglected, and my cock has seldom been harder than it is right now due to watching the two of you pleasure each other. “Enough,” I command. “Come to me.”

I reach out my left hand to guide you to my left, while she gets on hands and knees and crawls over to my right, her breasts swaying as she crosses the bed. I cannot resist stroking one breast with my right hand as she curls into my flank.

Knowing that she will see, even if you cannot, I turn to kiss you first, fiercely claiming your mouth once more. I can just barely taste the sweet aftertaste of her breast in your mouth.

After a moment, I break the kiss, and turn to look at her. There is jealousy in her eyes that I kissed you first, but also desire and hunger. When I kiss her, it is her that becomes aggressive, pushing her tongue into my mouth as her hand descends to my chest, her fingers slide into the opening between the buttons on my shirt, and her fingers tangle in my chest hair. As she is kissing me, you take initiative. I feel your mouth on my neck; your fingers start to gently trace the outline of my manhood through my pants.

After she breaks the kiss, I let out a sigh of contentment. Wrapped in both of you, I am fully content, and while I cannot wait to fuck you both, this moment of simply having you both in my arms is pure bliss. Between the gentle kisses you both are planting on either side of my neck and the idle motions of your hands against my body is fueling my need, and I want more.

“Undress me. Both of you. Work together,” I instruct.

“Sir, may I remove the blindfold?” you ask. “I want to see you as we reveal you.”

“You may not,” I tell you. I then turn to her. “Take off her blindfold.”

I feel you give a small shudder of pleasure as you feel me take even this tiny bit of power away from you. You are so strong, so in control of everything else in your life – surrendering to me when we are together gives you so much freedom.

She reaches behind your head, and gently tugs at the knot tying the mask to your face. As the lace falls away you blink several times to adjust to the light. Your first look is up to my face; you tilt your head up to kiss me as you see my face. The kiss is brief as you turn to see her for the first time.

You take her in, examining her features. I wonder what you are thinking as you see her laying with me and with you. You remain an enigma to me in this moment as you simply nod and ask her “Shall we?”

A competitive glint appears in her eyes as she nods. She uses one hand to turn my head to face her as she kisses me again. Once her mouth is locked to mine, that hand descends past my waist and begins to undo my belt.

I catch her hand, stopping her. “No. Slowly. Take your time. Remove my shirt. Together.”

Your mouth had already gone to my neck, and I feel your lips curl back in a smile as you hear me chide her. Do you enjoy knowing that I control her as much as I control you? Your fingers nimbly undo the first button, your nails scraping through the hair on my chest as you slip the tips of your fingers into the opening you have made. Her hand works its way lower, undoing buttons one at a time, almost as if trying to race yours. You do not make any move to get in her way.

Your nails rake down my stomach, stopping just before my belt, which she is already undoing.

Again I reach out to catch her hand, and I break my kiss with her.

“ I want you both to remove my pants, but leave the underwear on.” I lightly press on your shoulder; you pick up on my unspoken cue. You begin to kiss your way down my body, stopping to briefly take one of my nipples in your mouth, lightly biting occasionally as you trail your way down so that your head is level with my groin. She had already begun the same descent, and although she does not duplicate the action with my nipple, she takes her time, moving slower as she goes. You both end up face-to-face with my clothed cock between you.

The two of you do not speak to one another, but you must come to some unspoken agreement. Your hands gently take hold of my zipper, undoing it slowly as she resumes working on my belt. The two of you finish simultaneously; your hands come together to undo the button of my pants. As it is undone, you each take grasp of one side of the waistband, and working in unison, slide my pants down my legs.

All that separates my cock from being exposed to you both now is the thin cotton of my boxer-briefs. You must be able to see how hard I am through the thin material. You cannot help but notice the wet spot where the head presses against the fabric.

“Now, remove my underwear. Without using your hands.”

With the two of you trading a look, you each take ahold of the elastic waistband, biting into them at my hip. You begin the descent down with your mouth, taking the garment with you. There is a moment when the waistband catches on the head of my cock, but the two of you are relentless, and after a moment it slides past, my cock springing up after being released.

“Take me into your mouth,” I instruct. You pause, as does she. Which of you am I instructing?

I could answer for you. I could tell you precisely what I desire. I am more curious to see what you will do absent instruction. Who will move first to capture me in their mouth? You or her?

You both approach, timidly, warily, wondering what the other intends, and wondering why I was not more clear. If the wrong one of you moves first, will I stop you? You exchange a look, and then you both approach my manhood from the side, lips closing on one side or the other of my shaft, almost meeting each other’s, as if you were sharing a kiss with my cock between you. I feel the flutter of your tongues moving across me as you both begin sliding up and down.

It takes you only a moment before you find a rhythm with each other, and soon you are moving in perfect unison, one of you traveling up one side of my cock, while the other moves down the other side. Occasionally, you take the head into your mouth, and when you do so, her tongue is moving across my balls, and then vice versa.

It is utter bliss, utter perfection, having both of you worship me with your mouths. My hands come down, tangling them in your hair and in hers. I do not direct you or try to guide you with my hands, I merely wish to let you both know by the tightening of my grip how pleased I am as I make unintelligible sounds of pleasure.

Pleasure begins to build, but I do not want to cum in either of your mouths. Not before I have claimed your pussies. So, with great reluctance, I pull slightly back on you both.

“That was incredible, my love, my pet. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Sir.”

“You’re welcome, dear.” Your voices harmonize, and it is only because I am so focused on the moment that I hear how you each end the sentence differently.

“I need to fuck you,” I say.

“Which one of us?” you ask.

“Both of you.”

I grip you by the shoulders and pull both of you back up to be face to face with me.

“Roll over. On your hands and knees. Face the head of the bed.”

“Yes, sir.” This time you both use the title, and I smile.

I slide down the bed as you get into position. The sight of the two of you side-by-side, each bare except for your panties (and her stockings) is one that I will not soon forget. You are so different from one another, and yet I am enthralled with you both. I kneel between you, one hand descending between each of your thighs.

You are wet, your juices soaking through your lacy panties. I slip a finger past the barrier they provide, running my finger up and down the length of your slit, taking the time to play with your clit as I do so. She is no less aroused, although her fuller satiny underwear does not so easily lend themselves to being pushed aside.I first must pull them down over her hips, then further down around her thighs. My mouth lowers down to her lower lips and begins to probe her with my tongue while my fingers make a similar exploration within you.

“Oh God…” she moans as my tongue pushes past her tightness. She is not normally so vocal, but I do not mind that she is putting on a show.

As my fingers curl inside you, stroking you from within, I hear you groan with pleasure. I know that you cannot help but make the sounds I elicit from you. I smile as I pump you harder with my fingers, hearing your breath catch.

I continue to pleasure her with my mouth as I take you with my fingers, and I soon hear you make the unmistakable sounds that tell me you are nearing orgasm. I take a moment to consider – am I willing to let your first orgasm occur before my cock has entered you? And then I realize that the answer is an unquestioning “yes.” My pleasure feeds off the knowledge of your pleasure, and I am not so cruel a Sir as to deny you the opportunity to come.

I teeth come into play as I lightly bite on her clit, knowing that this drives her wild as my fingers increase their tempo in you. She will not come from my mouth, but I want her to be utterly aroused as she hears you come. I want her to witness you in the full throes of passion.

“Please, please, please, please, Sir,” you whimper. “Please make me come, please, please.” I do not answer, for my mouth is otherwise occupied. I add pressure to your clit and pump deeper in you, driving you over the edge.

You scream in pleasure that is almost pain, and collapse forward, raising your ass even higher in the air. I let my fingers slip out of you as I move my face away from her now soaking wet pussy.

“Fuck her,” she says to me.

“Yes, please, Sir. Please fuck me,” you beg with a glimmer of hope in your eyes.

I move into position behind you, cock rock hard and dripping with arousal. As I do so, she scoots up to the head of the bed. She leans back against the headboard, legs spread, putting your face mere inches away from her cunt.

“I want you to taste her, pet. Taste her as I take you.”

I have your panties pushed to the side, and there is nothing preventing my cock from entering your pussy. I line myself up, sliding the head between your slick folds. You look over your shoulder at me. I know that you are hesitant, and I wonder if I have pushed you too far, if you will tell me that the light is Red. However, as your eyes meet mine, you see the naked desire in them. I will not force you to do this, but I want it deeply. And so, even as you push your ass back, sinking the first few inches of me within your womanhood, you lower your face between her thighs and your tongue snakes out, tasting her for the first time.

I push forward, driving deeper into you, and also forcing your face more fully in contact with her sex. I can hear the sounds of your lips and tongue exploring her, the sounds of moisture showing me her arousal. As I begin to slowly fuck you, I cannot see your face, but I can see that your hands are now on her inner thighs, and I wonder if you have a finger within her.

What I can see, however, is her face. Her eyes are heavily lidded with arousal, even as jealousy clouds them tool. It is one thing for her to know that I fuck you, that I give you pleasure, but it is quite another thing to see my cock entering your body. She is aroused, turned on by the moment, by the excitement of being with you and me at the same time, but she is also envious. The question in my mind is whether her green eyed monster will fuel her excitement or end it? I soon receive my answer, as her hands come down into your hair, pulling you deeper into her.

“Eat me,” she says. “Eat my pussy. Make me come while he fucks you. I want to come with your tongue buried in me, buried just as deep as his cock is in you. Don’t you dare stop, make me come, or I’ll never let him fuck you again. Oh!”

Whatever it is you are doing, it must be right, because her eyes close, and her mouth opens in a silent moan. Her nipples are completely erect, hard nubs on the tops of her full breasts. The sight of her so aroused as I drive my cock into you is almost more than I can take. I slow my pace slightly.

I want this moment to last. I want to feel the exquisite sensation of your pussy gripping me as I fuck you and you go down on her. I want to see her come at your touch, just as much as I want you to come as I penetrate you.

With my slower pace, your orgasm overtakes you with far less speed. This works to my advantage because you are now able to focus on what you are doing to her, and I can see that she is nearing climax as well.

“Make her come, pet. Make her come, and I will fuck you until you scream,” I whisper. You hear these words and redouble your efforts, fingering her deeply as you suck on her clit.

“Uh….uh…. Oh…. oh…. Ohhhhhhhh!” She moans. Her thighs clamp down around your head; her eyes rolls back as she climaxes; her hands curl into fists. As I watch her come, I speed up my thrusts, plowing into you like a machine, and your orgasm follows hers by mere moments.

I am very, very close to coming as well. But I know that I cannot come inside of you. And she will never forgive me if I do not fuck her as well as I did you. So, I reluctantly pull out of you.

Gently, I push your hip, motioning you to the side of the bed. Once you have moved out of the way, I grab her hips and pull her down away from the headboard, lining her up so she is on her side, facing you. She wraps her arms around you, and pulls you in to kiss her, tasting herself on your lips

I slip behind her, lifting one leg in the air as I slide into her from behind. She lets out a muffled moan into your mouth as I enter her. Her pussy wet from your oral attention, my cock still slick from our coupling. She pulls you to her, throwing her leg over your hip. Your pussy is so close to hers; your pubic bones bump together as I thrust into her from behind. Her full breasts and hard nipples dig into your more modest tits, and my hand snakes between you so I can caress you both, my fingers gently pinching first your nipple, then hers.

My orgasm was imminent before I started fucking her, and feeling her tightness engulf me while seeing you and her kiss, feeling both of you under my touch, it is all combining to push me right to the edge.

I lock eyes with you over her shoulder. She breaks the kiss with you, moving to bite your neck. “I’m going to come,” I say. At first you are not sure if I am speaking to you or to her. Perhaps a bit of both? I clarify. “I am going to come inside of her, pet. I am going to fill her with my cum. I want you to see.”

“Yes,” she moans, taking her mouth away from your skin. “I want to feel it. Fill me up. Come in me.”

Keeping your eyes on mine, you chime in. “Yes, Sir. I want that. I want you to come.” Your hand reaches down to where I am entering her. Your fingers play with the base of my cock as it slides smoothly in and out of her tight wetness.

It is strange, looking into your eyes as my cock penetrates her. Feeling the mix of your hand and her pussy surrounding me, driving me to new heights of pleasure and lust is more than I can endure. I feel my orgasm start, deep in my balls, and as I erupt, coating the inside of her cunt with my cum, I scream out in passion. You lean over her, kissing me as I fill her fully.

We all collapse, with her pinned between you and me. My hand strokes your hair as my other arm snakes under her, holding her around the waist. Slowly, I soften, slipping out of her with your fingers still gently touching us both.

“Thank you, pet. Thank you for doing that for us. With us.”

“You’re welcome, Sir,” you beam

“I just have one request,” she states.

“Anything,” I chime.

“Next time, you need to orgasm while inside of her,” she says.

You smile. “Yes. That.”

“For the two of you? I think we can arrange that,” I say, returning the smile. I kiss you again, and then turn her head to kiss her, fully content with this moment and the both of you.

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Broken Unicorn

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