I just wanna make you WET!

We’ll call him Donny Goodhands. He asked for this name and I’ll explain why. Donny as in Donny Darko, as he was a dark troubled soul. Not very affectionate, not the talker of feeling but this added to his sex appeal. 6’4 and a body that I can say was carved by horny angels. He’s the kinda guy that really you should steer clear of but when do I ever do the right thing. His dirty talk had me doing things I’d be ashamed to tell you. Goodhands because the things he could do with his fingers were legendary, no seriously.

We’d messed around a few times and he’s always made me feel like I was on the brink of squirting. I’ve always had trouble squirting its the act of letting go. Think about your natural reaction to cumming is to clench not to push. When squirting is all about the release, letting go and pushing out. The need to pee feeling is intense and Donny’s fingers had me fighting him with every thrust. I couldn’t even keep my legs open when his finger were inside me. I’d close my legs and squeeze them to try and cool down the intensity. Now really the best way to deal with this would be just to tie me down and let him have his wicked way. However Donny was so cocky about his skills he truly believes he can make any girl squirt. Those that didn’t even know they could and those like me who had tried but had only managed a few drops.

So being Donny sexy and me being horny one night we decided to put his theory to the test. I went over to his half convinced he wouldn’t be able to do it. But I would have no problems with letting him try. So to get my own thrill because frankly I’m a kinky bitch like that, I travelled across London in nothing but a trench coat, a lacy body, knee high socks and trainers. I needed to wear trainers the throw the other TFL travellers off my scent. Standing on the train platform feeling the wind blow against my thighs made me have to squeeze my legs together to stop the swelling of my clit. When I arrived he greeted me in his usual friendly but distant manner. He offered me to take off my coat but at this moment under his dominating stare I bottled it. Claiming coldest and taking my seat on the sofa. He let me get away with it for a few minutes I squirmed on the sofa wondering when he planned to attack. I was beginning to relax and started to get interested in what was on TV. His long fingers found the buttons of my jacket and unbuttoned them casually, revealing my lace body. My nipples started to peak under his stare. Removing my coat he ran his hands over the bodice and cupped my pussy. It’s like he completely ignores you then all of a sudden hones in on you. Pulling the poppers of my bodice he frantically rubbed my clit before slipping in 2 fingers. His fingers were long and thick and oh so delicious. From that moment forward he was hitting that spot, not my G spot some other spot that completely disarmed me. His hands were frantic but it didn’t hurt. Boy was it intense, my moans didn’t even sound like my own. I tried to fight his fingers to ease the intensity, running to the back of the sofa. But his other hand gripped me holding me into place. I tried to close my legs I felt so exposed, so open. In a low commanding voice he told me to keep my legs open and I did as I was told. Once I stopped fighting all I was left with was this feeling, like a bubble filling more and more threatening to burst. My eyes squeezed shut, I started to scream into a near sofa cushion. For a moment the intensity stopped, I flung my eyes open wondering what the hell was going on. He dragged me off the sofa and had me standing on my knees just in front. Back in went his fingers and again hitting this same spot that drove me completely insane. Kneeling I couldn’t close my legs or run nor did I have a sofa cushion to scream into. So I grabbed the back of his hair and bit into his shoulder. He just would not stop; I could see stars behind my eye lids. I wasn’t sure how much of this I could take. He was taking me to a place I’d never been before.  Just then He told me I’d squirted and thankfully he stopped his sweet torture. I looked at the carpet and there was a wet patch underneath me. Really did I do this? I touched it and smelt my fingers it smelt of nothing.

Before I could gather my thoughts Donny was at me again. Dragging me to my feet and took me to the bedroom. I started heading towards the bed thinking he was going to have his wicked way with me. He pulled me by my hair and pushed me up against the wall. I was panting wondering what he’d do next he was so unpredictable. He put one hand around my neck and those famous fingers back inside me. His fingers franctially thrusting in and out of me, I heard something hit the laminated floor. I looked down and on the floor was another small wet patch. How was he doing this, my body betraying me. I was weak supporting my whole back on this wall,I whimpered that I didn’t know how much more I could take. Those fingers just dove into me some more, he let go of my neck and used this hand to rub my clit. My whole body betrayed me as I shook uncontrollably. I was sliding down the wall my legs giving up on me. Noticing he sat me on the bed and pulled out his rock hard dick. My mouth watered begging to taste it. He placed it on my bottom lip and I ran my tongue over the tip. He fed it to me, that smooth thickness expanding my mouth. He grabbed both sides of my head pulling my head onto his cock. I moaned onto it, I wanted to please him after what he’d just done to me. He hit the back of my throat I grabbed the based and deep throated him controlling my gag reflex.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and pushed me on the bed. Commanding me to travel further up I eagerly obeyed his words. He put my legs on his shoulders and with one swift movement slipped into me. The feeling like everything else with him, was intense. His hands reached down and rubbed my clit, my whole body shook. I tried to hold my legs to stop the shaking but it just wouldn’t stop. I looked up at him thinking who is this guy? He had a smug look on his face and there was nothing I could do I was completely at his mercy. He pulled back almost coming out of me, paused and the slammed into me. He paused inside me and my body shook. My legs were going to give out, my eyes begged for him to show me some mercy. Again he pulled almost out, paused and the slammed into me. My screams were out of control this was too much. He rolled me over and positioned me on my stomach to enter me from behind. Pushing in and out of me my pussy swelling around him my whole body was trembling. Fucking me hard and fast I bit into a pillow and screamed into it. Gripping my hips ploughing into me he let out a loud grunt and came, grinding his cock into me, give me all of him. I lay on the bed a trembling, shaking mess.

He said he could make me squirt he did far more than that.

How May I Serve? Part 2

It took her a few seconds to find her voice, he was fucking her so hard and so deep.

“Please Master can I cum?” she said breathlessly.

“It doesn’t sound like you really wanna cum maid, how badly do you need it”

He pounded into her even harder. She was grabbing the counter for support.

“Please Master” she screamed.

He felt her juices drip down his dick as she clenched her pussy all over him, he’d pushed her over he edge.

“Sorry Master” She screamed cumming all over his dick. Buckling all over the place knocking shit on the counter down, screaming all kinds of profanity.

“Look at the mess you’ve made” referring to his glistening dick, covered in her juices.

“Sorry Master would you like me to lick it clean?” She said over her shoulder, still trying to catch her breath.

He thought for a second “No I’m feeling quite hungry”

He got on his knees, put his head under her skirt and began licking her from behind. She was always the sweetest when she’d just cum. He gave her long firm strokes, licking up her juices, moaning at her sweet taste. She could barely stand, she was still dizzy from the orgasm he’d just given her and everything was so sensitive. He told her to put a leg up on the counter, she was too weak to protest. He gripped her thighs supporting her weight, as he looked up at her flicking his tongue over her clit. She wanted to watch him, so she pulled up her all the layers of her skirt with one hand, the other still gripping the counter. He watched her mouth open wide, mumbling words in between her moans. He plunged his tongue deep into her and watched her eyes roll back in ecstasy. If he carried on like this she would cum again. Just watching her throw her head back in pleasure was making his dick thicken. He pulled her down to the kitchen floor, lying on his back.

“Come over here and ride Master”

 ”Actually Sir I must first clean up the mess I’ve made”

“Be my Guest” his voice thick and husky.

She licked her lips and gave the head a sloppy wet kiss. Then she suckled it a little. Working her way down to the shaft, licking it in the same long strokes he’d used on her clit. She tasted her musky sweetness on his throbbing veiny dick. She let her saliva dribble down his dick so it glistened. She began to work her mouth up and down his tasty dick. Working it up into a frenzy, he grabbed the back of her head and began to thrust himself into her mouth. Her plump wet succulent lips glided tightly up and down. He could feel himself ready to explode in her mouth and to be frank he was not done fucking her. He tried to lift her pretty face from his cock. She knew he was close and she wanted to serve him, he had done enough and dinner was nearly ready. She kept sucking him harder, working the base with her hands. He was breathless now and he knew he couldn’t hold it much longer. She took as much of his dick in her mouth as she could, keeping him at the back of her throat. She stroked his balls and felt the skin tighten. He let out a groan and came into her eager mouth. She milked his dick of every last drop with her mouth and fingers.

She then got up, wiped her mouth, smoothed down her dress and went to check on dinner. Thankfully it was savable.

“Thanks Babe” he said

“Anything for my Master” she said

The End

French Maid

To Serve Master...

He was coming home from a hard days work and a good gym session with the boys. He was mad hungry and dog tired. All he wanted to do was go home, eat some food and chill in his chair with his new wife. Wow wife, just thinking it brought a smile to his face. They’d been married less then a year and he couldn't be happier. He opened the door to the communal hallway. As soon as he did a delicious smell hit him, he could smell his wife’s cooking in the communal hallway. God that girl could cook up a storm, you had to love her. It wasn't the only reason he married her but it helped. He could smell that good food and hoped she was baking something sweet in the oven. He put his gym bag down and started to search for his keys. He put the key in the door and turned, it was locked, what the hell.

Why the hell would she double lock the door, clearly she’s in there?

He banged on the door.

What is she playing at, who is in there with her?

He was banging frantically ready to kick the door down. Just then she opened the door. There she was a picture, he had to drag his chin off the floor. She had a short sexy french maid outfit on with all the get up. The head band, neck piece, cuffs and petticoat. She had on hold ups and the highest sexiest shoes he had ever seen. God his wife was beautiful, just as he was about to tell her so. She picked up his gym bag and said “let me take this for you master”

He was about to protest  but then he saw her sashay down the corridor to their bedroom, what a distracting sight, he almost forgot to close the door. When she returned he was still standing in the hallway, not really sure of what to do. She came up to him, took him by the hand and led him to his favorite chair, the lazy boy. He knew she hated the chair because it ruined the whole layout she had in the living room. But when it came to the furnishing of their house it was the only thing he’d asked for, so she caved. 

“May I take your coat Master?”

“Babe what is all this? you look hot by the way”

“I am glad Master approves, my life’s work is to please” She did a little curtsy.

“Ok…..?”

“Your coat please Master”

He handed over his coat, there was no protesting, she always got what she wanted, that’s what he loved about her. She sat him in the lazy boy, bent down and took off his shoes. She handed him the remote and asked if he’d like a beverage, he agreed. She handed him a beer and informed him that dinner would be ready in 20 minutes. She then went into the kitchen and began to busy herself. They had an open plan kitchen so he could see her swanning around. How did she expect him to watch TV when she was dressed in such a way. He walked up behind her and nuzzled her neck. “i hope I’m having you for dessert”

“Master please return to the living room I shall call you when dinner is served”

“Can I ask you a question” He whispered in her ear.

“Anything Master”

“You have to do what I say” He had an idea.

“Yes Sir”

“So What if I said I wasn’t hungry anymore?”

“Whatever Master would prefer”

BINGO

He knew what he wanted to eat. he put his hands under her petticoat and discovered she was wearing nothing underneath. He groaned and felt himself stiffen. He started rubbing his hands between her legs. She was trying to check on dinner but he was very distracting. His other hand took one of her breasts.

“Sir there is no time for this, dinner will be ready shortly” She said with a grown.

“Fuck Dinner” with that he bent her over the kitchen counter. Lifted her skirt searching for her thighs, grabbing them and pulling them towards him. He was rock hard and was ready to take a plunge. He stuck two fingers inside her, she was already dripping. he should have been tired but he was full of energy and totally focused. As he released himself he planted butterfly kisses all over her back. 

Out of character she said “Babe dinner will be ruined”

“Shhhh” he said “Let the Master do his work”

He slipped himself into her slowly, letting her feel each inch of him filling her. She let out a long moan. He took his time watching himself slip in and out of her. Getting her nice and wet, feeling her tight little pussy wrap around him. He picked up the pace and gave that ass a good spanking. She could no longer hold in her moans and as he dove deeper her moans turned into screams. The neighbors must hate them. He could feel she was close to cumming.

“Listen here maid, if wanna cum you have to ask Masters permission” 

To be continued…

Intro

Good Evening My Fellow Nymphs,

Allow me to introduce myself, I am Mistress Millie. I have created this blog to share my sexual experiences and discuss sexy things that excite me. In my days of complete sexual frustration I will vent my frustration by writing Erotic stories of what I'd like to be doing.

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