Needy Musings

[ropebrat-atheart]

Version 4

You walk in without saying a word, push me down to my knees, and drop your pants. I eagerly lick and suck your cock until you pull me off.

You walk over to the cabinet and pull out the Rope. Still you haven't said a word. You instruct me to strip and then place me how you want me.

You slowly and methodically lay each piece of rope across my body, dragging the ends along my skin to increase my stimulation. Pausing every so often to see how wet I've become. Once you have me tied to your liking, you walk me over to the chair, pushing me into it. Again, you thrust your cock into my mouth and have me prepare you. I can't help but moan when I taste the precum solicited by my enthusiastic sucking.

You step back, blindfold me, and instruct me to keep my legs wide open, then tie them to the chair legs.

Blindfolded in the chair, legs tied open, hands fully immobilized, you open the front door. I hear movement and voices but can not place them. I'm naked and tied, unsure what is happening, and unable to cover up. I feel hands on my breasts, thighs, pulling my hair. Fingers tug, tease, explore, and play with me.

A cock taps my mouth and I open and it thrusts inside. I gag as I'm not prepared for it to go so deep. Simultaneously, I feel a mouth on my pussy.

[ropebrat-atheart]

Version 3

You walk in without saying a word, push me down to my knees, and drop your pants. I eagerly lick and suck your cock until you pull me off.

You walk over to the cabinet and pull out the Rope. Still you haven't said a word. You instruct me to strip and then place me how you want me.

You slowly and methodically lay each piece of rope across my body, dragging the ends along my skin to increase my stimulation. Pausing every so often to see how wet I've become. Once you have me tied to your liking, you walk me over to the chair, pushing me into it. Again, you thrust your cock into my mouth and have me prepare you. I can't help but moan when I taste the precum solicited by my enthusiastic sucking.

You walk me to the couch, bend me over, and tell me not to move. I wait, somewhat patiently, for your next move. Eventually, I relax and close my eyes to wait. I feel it before I hear it, the crack of your hand across my ass.

You continue to slap my ass, reddening both cheeks and high upper thighs. When you have heightened the awareness of the entire area, you drag your fingernails down the same area pulling my focus to that spot. I am so noticeably wet that you can see it when you look between my legs. I can't be ashamed, because I am too turned on to care. I whimper as I wait for your next touch, and you enjoy keeping me on edge. Teasing me and then moving on, playing with me, and then doing nothing while I wait eagerly for your next move.

You turn me around and gift me with your cock, letting me pleasure you.

You suddenly pull me off your cock, push me back on to the couch and fuck me relentlessly until I cum all over your cock.

[ropebrat-atheart]

Version 2

You walk in without saying a word, push me down to my knees, and drop your pants. I eagerly lick and suck your cock until you pull me off. 

You walk over to the cabinet and pull out the Rope. Still you haven't said a word. You instruct me to strip and then place me how you want me. 

You slowly and methodically lay each piece of rope across my body, dragging the ends along my skin to increase my stimulation. Pausing every so often to see how wet I've become. Once you have me tied to your liking, you walk me over to the chair, pushing me into it. Again, you thrust your cock into my mouth and have me prepare you. I can't help but moan when I taste the precum solicited by my enthusiastic sucking.

You thrust into my throat, taking your pleasure from my mouth, until you come down my throat. I swallow every drop enthusiastically and lick you dry. Now that the edge is taken off, you can play without distraction.

You walk me upstairs and tie me between the two open doors, essentially allowing you to move around me 360°. You pull a blindfold over my eyes and headphones over my ears, taking away all of my sense of place. You play with me, digging toys out of the toy box at your whim.  You bring me to orgasm several times but allow for no reprieve between incidents. Driving me to the edge over and over until my legs buckle.

When you are done with your delicious torture, you free me from the ties, bend me over the bed, and rail me repeatedly. Fucking first my pussy and then taking my ass.

[ropebrat-atheart]

Version 1

You walk in without saying a word, push me down to my knees, and drop your pants. I eagerly lick and suck your cock until you pull me off.

You walk over to the cabinet and pull out the Rope. Still, you haven't said a word. You instruct me to strip and then place me how you want me.

You slowly and methodically lay each piece of rope across my body, dragging the ends against my skin to increase my stimulation. Pausing every so often to see how wet I've become.

Once you have me tied to your liking, you walk me over to the chair, pushing me into it. Again, you thrust your cock into my mouth and have me prepare you. I can't help but moan when I taste the precum solicited by my enthusiastic sucking.

You pull me to a standing position, tie a blindfold around my eyes, and then bend me over the chair. You tie my arms to the legs so I am bent at the waist only. You disappear for a few minutes.

I fidget impatiently waiting for your return but know better than to ask what is happening. I sense your return to the room rather than hear it, but immediately, my body is at a heightened awareness.

You run something soft down my spine and ass, bringing goosebumps to my skin. You tease and play with whatever item you have as I wait anxiously for the next touch. You play with me for a few minutes, testing my level of readiness as you go along, amping up the anticipation. Running the item along my body, then run your finger along the edges and inside of my pussy. Never bringing me to climax but teasing me enough to make me moan. Suddenly, you thrust in to the hilt causing me to cry out at the fullness and complete dominance of the move.

[ropebrat-atheart]

You arrive early on a Saturday morning on the motorcyle. You send me in to shower and tell me you will pick out my riding gear.

When I come into the room, I see my black chaps and leather vest laid on the bed, but nothing more. I pull my black "Yes Sir" panties from the drawer and then don the chaps and vest. I pull on my leather boots and pull my hair back.

I come downstairs ready to go. You are about to admonish me for the panties, but find humor in the message. You allow me to keep them for the time being.

We are on the road and headed south. You have no set schedule, only a final destination in mind, so we find ourselves pulling over at historical landmarks, neat old bridges, and various exits in order to take pictures and fuck. I point out that the panties are the only thing keeping your seat from being saturated in our cum. You slap my ass for being bratty, but acknowledge that they do serve a purpose.

Stop after stop, as soon as I bend over or stop to take a photo, your cock is filling me completely. The combination of repetitively being thoroughly and deeply fucked, you rubbing my legs as we ride down the road, and the smell of leather keeps me constantly wet and ready for you.

The ride is beautiful and the stops exciting. I feed you Sweet Tarts as we ride down the road when I'm not rubbing your shoulders and back.

Later, we pull over at an out of the way bar to grab something to eat. I point out that I am not dressed but you take my hand and lead me towards the door regardless. I start to fidget and you look me in the eyes, telling me to stop, that you will take your body wherever you choose to and I will thank you for the privilege. I take a deep breath and roll my shoulders back, lift my chin, and walk in confidently beside you.

As soon as the door opens, everyone turns to stare. You squeeze my hand and guide me to the hostess. She tells you to sit anywhere. You move me forward when I hesitate with your hand on the small of my back. At your touch, I forget the crowd.

We eat and you pull up your GPS to see the best route back home.

While you are looking at the options, a local band starts to play. You take me on to the dance floor and we dance several songs. The thong I am wearing clearly doesn't cover too much but the sensation of being almost exposed in a crowd of people has us both eager to play.

You decide to up the intensity by playing a game of pool and loudly encouraging me to dance. It doesn't take long before I have offers and am swept across the dance floor while you sip a whiskey and play pool.

An hour or so later, we head back to the motorcycle. Before you climb on I unzip your pants and greedily take your cock into my mouth. You sit astride the motorcycle while I give you somewhat sloppy, but oh so eager, head.

You stop me before cuming and instruct me to climb on in front of you facing the windshield. You then guide my hips up and onto your erect cock. I find the foot pedals and am able to effectively ride you hard to both of our satisfaction.

We find we are too exhausted to ride all the way back home, so we pull over at a roadside motel. After a few hours of hardcore fucking, we cuddle up and catch some sleep so we will be fresh the next morning.

[ropebrat-atheart]

We are spending the weekend at a lake house in the mountains that belongs to a friend. On our way up to the house, we stop by the grocery store and buy supplies because we are so far out it won't be convenient to go back and forth.

It is beautiful here, with a wrap around porch and pine trees surrounding the lake. The closest neighbor is miles away, and all that we see are birds, deer, and chipmunk.

After bringing in the groceries, we spend most of the day naked... leisurely fucking, in and out of the hot tub, and massaging one another. Around sunset, our stomachs start growling, and we decide to start dinner. While pulling the ingredients out to make dinner, I realize we are missing a bag of groceries. I pull on socks and tennis shoes and head out to the car to grab it.

Bam Bam Bam. Three shots ring out while I am retrieving the groceries from the car. They clearly came from within the house. I drop the bag and sneak up on the porch to look in the window. I see you lying on the floor and a man I do not recognize with a gun in his hand.

Terrified, I see you move and know I have to get you help immediately. I start running down the drive headed to the main road. I hear the door of the cabin open. I am far enough ahead that when I look back, I cannot see anyone but distinctly hear cussing. I know he's in pursuit.

I quickly leave the drive and move into the trees, hoping to avoid detection. Branches and bushes tear at my body, but I keep going knowing that time is limited if I am going to get you the help you need.

The trees grow closer together, and in my panicked state, I am not navigating as well as I should be. I know I am headed in the right direction, but I have no idea how far out I am.

I pause to catch my breath and get my bearings. It is then that I hear someone coming up behind me. They are more than a hundred yards away but approaching quickly. I sprint as fast and hard as I can in the direction of the road.

I lose him, I believe, as I can't hear him getting closer, so I try to hide. I listen for footsteps but do not hear anything. I wait for a few minutes, but the fear that you are bleeding out on the floor drives me to run again.

I am hit hard from the back and driven to the ground. A hand presses down on my head so I can not turn and see my attacker.

I try to fight back and buck, but my attempts are futile. He is clearly stronger and larger than I am. A point driven home when he rams his dick into me from behind. With my face pushed into the dirt and his arm holding my hips up in the air, there is nothing I can do but take the fucking.

Once I accept it as my fate, and the terror recedes, I find my body betraying me and my pussy growing wet. Clearly, my pussy recognizes the feel, expertise, and ownership. As the wind changes direction, I recognize your scent and fully enjoy the moment.

[ropebrat-atheart]

You're having clients over this evening and need some help taking care of them while they're there. You tell me you have hired staff, but they are short one server and ask if I mind helping with hors d'oeuvres and ensuring everyone's needs are met. Always eager to help, I quickly agree. You tell me to arrive at the barn by 7:30 and you will have something for me to wear.

I am awestruck at the transformation. You have completely renovated your old barn into a wedding venue worthy of magazines. When I walk through the door, the ambiance and lighting are completely unexpected. Every surface is shiny and clean. Tables are set with expensive linen and well designed place settings. I am so enraptured with the appearance of the place that I almost don't notice the erotic art pieces on the table tops.

You walk over and thank me for the assistance. Asking me again if I'm okay helping out. "Of course, always happy to help," I say. You hand me a small brown bag and point me to the restroom to change clothes.

The first thing I notice is that there isn't a lot to my costume. A black see-through lace piece with holes where the breasts rest and no crotch. It has a high neck, long sleeves, and fits like a body stocking. I laugh nervously as I put it on sure this is some kind of joke. However, when I come out dressed, I see I am not the only woman dressed this way. One comes over to help me put on a mask, fixes my hair appropriately, and gives me instructions as to my job duties. Essentially, I am to be constantly moving through the crowd silently, keeping their glasses full, and hors d'oeuvres available. I am to be a professional at all times, only smiling, not interacting with the attendees, and recalling that the guest is always right.

Before I have time to ask for specifics, I am ushered back to the serving area to pick up my trays as people start arriving. The Mask suddenly makes sense as everyone coming in is wearing one as well. My eyes widened a bit as I realize that although everyone is mostly covered, their costumes appear to be lingerie, see-through dresses, and lots of leather. The barn feels like a gallery at this point.

I am given a section of the room to oversee. There are couches and leisurely seating areas in that area. I walk over to the attendees, and as I walk by, they take alcohol and hors d'oeuvres from the tray. No one addresses me or interacts with me. No one makes eye contact with me either. I clearly am part of the scenery, not an attendee of the party.

There are items set up around the room for auction, and I realize this is some unconventional fundraiser. Conversation flows along with the alcohol and the night progresses smoothly. My tray is exchanged for dinner service, and as people sit at their tables, I bring them food and drinks and take care of their requests.

Having had so many drinks earlier in the evening, many of your guests have become handsy. Running their hands along my legs and ass as I bend over to set a plate down or pick up a glass to refill it. As I look around the room, I noticed it is the norm and the other three girls are being touched as well.

One man is a little aggressive as he runs his sandpaper fingers along my inner thighs and pussy. No one at the table seems distressed or surprised. I continue filling his glass as he explorers my pussy with his fingers nonchalantly and not saying a word. The woman sitting to his left reaches up and tugs on my nipples while he continues. Both commenting on how professional the wait staff is. I finish filling her glass and they drop their hands so I can move around the table to the rest of the group. Many touch my exposed areas as I fill their glasses.

As I move to your table to fill the glasses, you whisper to me and tell me what a good girl I am being. You "check" to see if I'm enjoying my job. Of course, I am wet and you laugh and make a joke about how eager I always am to help. I am torn between being proud of my willingness, and somewhat shamed by being so turned on in the situation. You slap my ass rather hard, leaving a definitive handprint on the cheek, and send me off to serve.

After dinner service has been cleared, we serve dessert. It is a pudding item and much of it ends up on the guests themselves and occasionally the service staff before being licked off by the guests. As I lean forward to place desserts in front of you and the guy to your left, I feel the cool pudding between my ass cheeks. You rub it down to my clit and then clean the area with your tongue. You admonish me when I start to quiver to focus on my job. I simultaneously feel pudding on both of my breasts. The friend to the left begins cleaning off my nipples while you apply more pudding to my pussy and ass and do a thorough job of cleaning it off. It takes every ounce of effort to stand still.

A few achingly long hours later, the guests have left, and only the service staff and a few of your "friends" remain. You push me to my knees on the hard, cold floor and thrust your cock into my mouth. When I open my eyes, I see that I am not the only server being paid for the evening with a hard fucking of all three holes.

[ropebrat-atheart]

You send me a text telling me to meet you at an address I've never been to before. I am expected in 15 minutes. When I put the address into my phone, it says I'm 20 minutes away. I jump in the car and race to arrive on time.

The address is in an industrial part of town I have never been to before, and 4 minutes before I arrive, your text instructs me to come inside the white door around back, but park out front.

The area is clearly sketchy and I am on high alert as I walk to the back of the warehouse. When I get to the back, the door is locked, so I knock and wait for you to answer.

I hear the screeching tires before I see the van pull up next to me. I am yanked inside. A hood of some sort is put over my head, and I am hogtied. We drive for some time, but I have no sense of direction.

Eventually, the van comes to a stop, and the door is opened. I can sense the light even though I can't see anything through the hood. Just as quickly, I am thrown over a shoulder and carried inside a dark, cold room. My hands are tied to a wall, and my clothes are removed. I am left to sit for what feels like eons.

I hear shoes squeaking on the floor and the scraping of a chair, but do not recognize the voice that asks me where I put it. Clearly confused, I ask what it is. He tells me not to play stupid, to tell him where I put it, and I might survive this situation. Again, I ask what it is. I feel a slap of a crop on my breast and he warns me to quit fucking around. That he is not a patient man. I try to reason with him and explain I have no idea what he is talking about, but again the response is a slap with the crop to a breast and my pussy. I am disoriented because his voice seems to be coming from where the chair was moved to, but I am feeling the punishment up close. I try to listen and determine how many people are in the room.

He continues to ask me questions that I do not have answers for. Each wrong answer is met with a slap, pinch, and the warning that I won't like what comes next. Still, I can not provide information I don't have, so the punishments become more invasive and aggressive.

When I prove to be uncooperative, I am fucked hard, ruthlessly, while he calls me a stupid slut. I am left tied to the wall with cum running down my legs, in silence.

Later, the door opens, and I hear your voice as you apologize for being late.

[ropebrat-atheart]

We are at a campground for the evening. About midnight or so, I wake up having to pee. I step outside the camper. When I come back in, you're awake, and I tell you that there is something happening near the pool and Clubhouse area. Since we're both awake, we pull on our swimsuits and decide to check it out.

As we approach, we see approximately 50 people in all states of dress and undress. It looks like chaos from our vantage point, but as we get closer, we see that it's actually a play party. All sorts of stations are set up. Crosses, spanking benches, rope areas, and so much more.

We walk around and pause at each area to see the show. We talk about what we like or don't like depending on what is going on at each scene. Some of the scenes are so hot that we can't help but touch one another as we watch. Even the scenes that are of no interest to either of us are still erotic enough to keep us on high alert.

It isn't long before I am on my knees taking the edge off your need. Once you are satiated, we continue watching the scenes. Several of the scenes are in more wooded areas. With so much hedonistic sex surrounding us, you cannot help but bend me over a fallen tree.

We have no gear, but you place my hands in front of me, telling me not to move them without permission. You pull off my swimsuit, instruct me to spread my legs, and begin slapping my ass. It doesn't take long before our scene draws a crowd as well. My ass is growing red and my pussy is visibly wet. You can hear whispers of words from the crowd: hot, primal, dominant... encouragement and appreciation for the show we are putting on.

My breasts and clit rub against the bark with each slap and I moan with need. You remind me I do not have permission to cum. So I breath through the ache and try to stay still. It takes all of my effort, but I do as told and manage to hold back my mounting orgasm.

Near my breaking point, you slowly slide your thick cock into my wet, hot, and needy pussy. Grinding slowly and deeply, driving me mad with desire. Pushing me closer to climax slowly so I feel every inch, begging you to allow me to cum.

You finally take pity on me and give me the orgasm I have been begging for, fucking me through 2 or 3 before driving me back up for our mutual explosion.

[ropebrat-atheart]

You call and invite me to a party later that evening. I ask what to wear and you tell me you will pick something up for me.

You are running behind when you arrive so you hand me a bag and send me upstairs to quickly get ready. When I put on the "dress," I am sure you are messing with me as it is only lace, easily see through, and barely covers my ass. The thigh-high boots cover far more than the dress itself. You impatiently come upstairs to see what's taking me so long and admonish me for having panties and a bra on. Once I take them off, you tell me I look perfect and hurry me out the door.

On the drive to the party, you tell me that you're going to need road head to be able to make it through the evening. I and more than happy to suck your cock and prepare you for the evening.

We arrive at a hotel and are guided to a ballroom. There are hundreds of vendors booths and people wandering through. It doesn't take long to see that it is a toy convention. As we go booth to booth, there are samples of toys to try out and you enjoy many of the available samples... attaching clamps and toys to my nipples, bending me over sex furniture to analyze the height and functionality of the items, sliding a toy into my pussy and/or ass, rubbing heating and cooling oils on my most sensitive parts.

Booth after booth you explore toys and their various purposes almost analytically on my body. Sliding items in and out of my ever wet pussy, placing my body in various bondage pieces, sliding a gag or two in my mouth, and exchanging one toy in my cunt or ass for another.

You finally find the perfect gag, which holds my jaw at the perfect angle for your cock to easily slide to the back of my throat bypassing my gag reflex. A remote controlled vibrator for my now dripping wet pussy, a plug for my ass and pretty clamps for my nipples. With each item in place, you lead me to a second room that is set up with sex furniture of all types and we sample many. You now know what you like and don't like so you use this time to narrow it down more.

You hook me to a cross and are handed flogger after flogger to try out. The makers walk you through the advantages of their specific product over the others: weight, material, balance, thuddy versus stingy ... you sample them all, and I benefit from the encounter.

We explore spanking benches, sex chairs, stocks, sex swings, and various other apparatuses. You are methodical and thorough as you explore the advantages and disadvantages of each piece. The angle it puts my body, access to what you want to address, and quality of the materials and craftsmanship.

By the end of the evening I am a wet and needy slut, begging for your cock. Ive had all of my holes teased for hours without ever getting the relief I crave. You reward me for my patience and excellent behavior by putting the new gag in my mouth and fucking my throat almost to completion before pulling out, bending me over a sample piece of furniture and pounding the need out of my pussy right there on the sales floor.

[ropebrat-atheart]

I am sitting in a chair in a dark room with a spotlight shining directly at my face. It is too bright for me to see anything.

Your voice comes through a speaker system surrounding the chair, and I sit up. You instruct me to remove my top and bra and then fondle my breasts until they are fully aroused.

You guide me through seductively removing my shorts and how you expect me to play with my clit over my panties to prepare for you.

You tell me to put on the stockings and heels sitting by each front leg of the chair. You instruct me to take my time doing so and to play with the process. I enjoy putting on a naughty show for you as I get ready.

You have me sit on the edge of the seat with my legs spread wide. It is obvious from the wetness in my panties that I am fully aroused.

I close my eyes and start to relax. Your voice demands I keep my eyes on the spotlight and my posture rigid. These are the rules of engagement. You state they are to be obeyed at all times.

You instruct me to keep my eyes on the light and to stretch out my right leg to locate a box on the floor near the chair. I should pull it over where I can reach inside. That I should do so now and grab the first item my hand touches. The added length of the Stiletto heels makes this an easy task.

I pull a small dildo from the box, and I hold it up to show you. You instruct me to remain in position, to push my panties to the side, and to arouse myself with my new toy. I take my tasking seriously. You remind me to enjoy the journey and not seek the final result.

As I reach the pinnacle, you have me stop and pull yet another toy from the box. The pause between stimulation is enough to calm my impeding orgasm and so I now have to start again.

We go through this process several times and I get closer and closer to cumming. You stop me right as I reach the Edge each time. My pussy is swollen, hot, dripping wet, and aching for the next toy - pulling it in as soon as I place it against my hole. Demanding satisfaction.

The final item in the box is pulled out and you again instruct me to use it for your pussies pleasure. I am happy to oblige. I am so close to the edge at this point that it takes little effort to get me to the edge.

To my relief, you give me permission to cum and I tumble over the edge recklessly. Yelling out my appreciation and thanking you for allowing me to cum. I am shaking from the exertion and have a line of sweat on my body.

I collapse back into the chair to catch my breath. Your voice once again comes through the sound system, but you are not talking to me this time. Instead, you tell my audience they are welcome to show their appreciation. However, they are not allowed to touch me.

I feel movement in the room towards me and hear multiple wet slapping sounds. I am suddenly covered in their sticky wet appreciation from head to toe.

[ropebrat-atheart]

We are in Austin, exploring 6th Street... popping in to different clubs looking for music we enjoy. We land in a club and manage to find a tall table near the stage to sit and have a drink.

I'm leaning with my back against your chest, and you are seated on the bar stool. As we people watch and laugh about what we see, another couple starts talking to us. They are taking shots and offer us shots as well. You accept and place one before each of us.

A few shots later, we are all laughing and crowded around our table. The female keeps hugging and touching me, and you whisper that it would be hot to see me kiss her. I'm just drunk enough to oblige. She and I kiss for a minute or two while you and her man watch. I laugh and mention that it feels like deja vu.

Unlike New Orleans, she runs her hands down the front of my body and under my dress. Sliding her fingers inside me. You kiss my neck and shoulder and tell me to stand still and enjoy the moment.

It takes me a bit to relax, but she clearly has played this game before. She expertly builds me up to the point of climax. Just before I reach the pinnacle, she drops down in front of me and replaces her fingers with her mouth.

The rule follower in me starts to freak out as we are in a public place, but you kiss and stroke me, whispering that it's Austin and no one will care. Apparently, you're right because she licks me to completion in front of everyone who knows to watch.

She then stands up, kisses me on the mouth, and they order more shots.

[ropebrat-atheart]

You show up at my door with a bag in hand, and tell me that you received a last-minute invite to a costume party and need a plus one.

You apologize for the lack of creativity in the costume, but tell me, because of time, you had to take what was available. You pull on scrubs, a stethoscope, and lab coat. I pull on what can only be described as a naughty nurse costume. It's risque but not embarrassingly so. You decide to "up the sexy" by denying me panties.

We arrive at an older Victorian style house, our names are checked at the door, and we mingle with the other guests. I don't know anyone present, but many seem to know you and call you over to chat. Everyone formally addresses you as Doctor.

At some point, the host himself pulls you off to the side, and you discuss business of some sort. I am not privy to the conversation but get a nervous feeling that it includes me.

My suspicions are validated as we are led to a room that has a stage of sorts and several rows of chairs facing it. There is a medical table on the stage and stirrups attached. Apparently, the doctor is giving a "Female Anatomy and Testing its Responsiveness" lesson. You inform me that as your nurse, I was only supposed to assist; however, our patient is running behind, so I will take her place on the table.

You hand me the paper garments and allow me to step behind a divider to change quickly, then help me get situated on the table.

The lights are very bright which keeps me from seeing the audience. However, as I tilt my head back and look at the wall behind me, I notice a overly large screen and it is zoomed in on where you sit.

After introductions are read and your "resume recited," you begin with a very erotic breast examination complete with a play-by-play explanation of your every movement. In detail, you point out things to look for and demonstrate how to locate those things. That camera is zoomed in on your hands as you demonstrate. As a side note, you point out how arousal has stiffened my nipples and play with them to show how hard they have the capacity of becoming. You demonstrate how different clamps work, how to put them on properly, and how to determine if they are tight enough to elicit pleasure but not pain.

You move down for the pelvic examination, respectfully putting a sheet over my knees so I cannot see your hands or items you might pick up off the tray. However, when I tilt my head back I can see that the camera is zoomed directly in on my pussy and the clarity is impeccable.

You slowly and methodically examine my pelvic region. You point out landmarks and identify size factors, going so far as to pull a medical tape measure from a drawer and taking very specific measurements.

You point out how responsive and wet the vagina has become at your ministrations. Instructing the audience to listen carefully as you thrust your fingers into me at how a properly wet vagina should sound.

You formally identify the G-Spot explaining to the audience how it feels, how it is found, and then demonstrate the effectiveness of utilizing it properly. You then pull the tape measure back out and note the swelling and other changes that are markedly noticeable in my current state of arousal.

You touch on basics of an anal examination, but that is not what this course is focused on.

You then take questions from the audience. Questions range from how to tell if a woman is faking an orgasm to the best way to double penetrate. You patiently answer questions using my body as the model for your expertise. Bringing me to orgasm several times with your skillful fingers to ensure the audience has a clear understanding of the way an aroused vagina compares to one not participating fully. You highlight different factors such as the change in color due to blood flow, how a pussy swells as it becomes aroused, and other little tidbits I was unaware of. I am both enthralled with your knowledge and needy from your touch.

Eventually, the questions die down and the lecture ends. You reward me for being such a good model with your cock in first my mouth and then the other hole of your choice.

We clean up and head back out to the party where you receive multiple back slabs and congratulations on a thorough and educational performance.

It is glaringly apparent that this was not an impromptu invite. Although, I am absolutely not complaining.

[ropebrat-atheart]

You call and tell me you'll be over in 15 minutes. We will be riding the bike, but bring a sundress for later.

We ride for quite some time. Naturally, I've paid more attention to rubbing you and taking pictures then to where we are, but there are now trees in the area so I know we've driven south.

Eventually, we pull up to a nondescript house in a neighborhood. You grab our stuff and we head inside. There are probably eight or nine people in the room and introductions are quick so I catch nobody's name. You hand me my bag and tell me to go change.

When I return, you are sitting in a recliner type chair and pull me down on your lap. Everyone is watching a fight on a big screen and you casually play with me as we watch too. I struggle not to give any indication as to what we are doing, but occasionally, you whisper in my ear - telling me I need to be quieter. Closer and closer you bring me to coming, but stop right at the precipice each time. This goes on for what feels like forever. I'm so close to exploding I don't know if I should cry or scream.

Everyone is drinking and laughing and making comments about the fight. As I try to focus on anything else, I notice several couples are openly fondling, and one couple actively fucking on the couch.

You notice my startled expression and look over too. We both watch and your ministrations become more focused. It doesn't take long before I am coming all over your hand. You bring your fingers to my lips and instruct me to clean them, which I do eagerly. You guide my knees to the floor and unzip your pants. I am more than happy to take you into my mouth. Licking, sucking, moaning and grinding, knowing we have an audience makes me that much wetter. That much more focused on providing you with the best service I can. I managed to find the perfect angle to take you down my throat repeatedly without much gagging and am soon rewarded with a mouthful of your cum, which I gratefully swallow.

By now, everyone in the room is actively fucking. You trade places with me and push my chest onto the seat of the recliner, doggy style, and enter me aggressively. You are so hard that it takes me several Strokes to catch my breath and relax into your rhythm. You set a strong and fast tempo, balls slapping against my clit as you grab my hair and rail me mercilessly.

I am so turned on and so close to cumming that I don't think about our location as I beg you to allow me to cum, to fill me with your cum, and to fuck me in the ass. You reward me with a good girl for using my words and an orgasm before pulling out and roughly finishing in my ass.

Once we catch our breath, you adjust my dress, and we go to the restroom to clean up. Then, casually return to the room, sit back down on the recliner, and enjoy the next fight.

[ropebrat-atheart]

We are laying on a blanket next to a river. I'm wearing a sundress with no panties as you instructed. You decide to teach me to just be in the moment.

You put a blindfold over my eyes, tell me I'm not allowed to speak, only listen, and I feel you pull my tits out of the top of my dress. You move to sit between my thighs, effectively opening me up for anyone passing too close to see, and lift my sundress. I'm fully exposed, I can feel the breeze on my pussy and the sundress move against my stomach. You talk to me, describing what you see .... people walking along the river, college guys playing games not too far from us, etc. You casually play with my clit and pussy, not with enough purpose to get me off, but just so that I can experience the sensation. Almost absent mindedly stroking my slit and then dragging the wetness over my clit. Teasingly slow and light touches.

Each time I eagerly lift my hips trying to encourage more, you stop and wait patiently for me to take only what you give me. You don't say anything to that end, but I understand that is part of my lesson.

You have a bag with you and I hear you unzip it. You pull out various items, and touch them to my body. Sometimes my nipples, sometimes rubbing them up my thighs and across my pussy, sometimes pushing them slowly into my wet pussy, and on and around my clit. It's all very casual and slow, almost dreamy. My pussy feels good but never completely satisfied.

I hear someone call out "hey man" and feel you turn in their direction. Not stopping your casual play with my pussy, not covering my tits or my cunt. Leaving me completely exposed and blindfolded. You tell me not to move a muscle and I feel you get up and hear you greet the intruder. I do as I'm told and stay silent and still ... fighting the urge to cover up.

You are close enough I can hear the conversation clearly while I lay there open and still. I feel you walk closer to me and he asks what you're up to. Casually, you state that you are teaching a lesson. He laughs somewhat nervously, and your conversation redirects to rebuiling an engine.

I feel you sit back down between my legs in the same position you were in before we were interrupted and begin playing with my pussy casually again. Fingering me, running your hands over my clit, rubbing my thighs, and back to my pussy again. Always pleasure but never enough to satisfy.

I feel him sit near my shoulders and you two talk about cars for quite some time. As you talk, you occasionally pull something out of your bag and use it on me. A dildo, a piece of fur, something leather, then a vibrator. He catches your attention and tells you "you might want to get that off," you tell him to grab it and I feel him grab something off my exposed breast. He jokes about how that might have ruined the mood.

The two of you have talked for at least 15 minutes at this point and you hand him something out of your bag. You direct him to put it on me since the sun has moved and your hands are busy. He laughs, and I feel him rub sunscreen into my neck, shoulders, arms, and breasts. He's very thorough. All the while, the two of you continue to talk about cars as if you were sitting there without me. Though you never stop playing with me.

You now have a vibrator on my clit but it is not enough to get me off, only enough to make my hips dance eagerly for more. You ask your friend to hold it in place while you get something else out of your bag. I can tell when he grabs it because the angle and pressure change. I can hear his breathing speed up. He clearly doesn't mind assisting.

I hear you rifle through your bag and I hear him laugh when you pull out what you're looking for. You don't take the vibrator back but instead I feel your fingers open my lips then something cold and metal slides into my pussy. In and out, in and out. I am wet enough I can hear it fucking me and I'm somewhat embarrassed as there is no doubt your friend hears it too. I then feel it press against my ass and realize it is a butt plug. I tense up and you slap my pussy and instruct me to relax and take it like a good girl. I take a deep breath and relax. You seat it and then slap my pussy several more times and admonish me for all of the wiggling.

You take the vibrator back, and your friend gets up to leave. He asks what your plans are for the day. You state that the only plans you have right now are to continue to people watch and teach this lesson. He mentions that another mutual friend is in the area, and you tell them that if he sees him to send him by to say hello. He leaves.

Finally, you reward me for being such a good girl with an orgasm.