SirSpanksALot

The Bar You are there with your girlfriends. Dancing. Drinking. Flirting. That tight skirt clinging to your hips. The stockings, lace up to the thighs. Heels clicking on the floor at every step. Perspiration trailing between your breasts. Your cleavage peeking through. Lace accentuating that tight top. Hips swaying. Thumping in time. Just you and the music. Entranced. Tipsy. Swaying. All eyes on you. Hands over you. Grazing you. Feeling you. All around you. Playful. Erotic. Innocent. You take a break. You clink glasses with a friend. A shot, make it two. Maybe some water too. You feel high. Intoxicated. Euphoric. A quick diversion. Off to the loo. Quick in, then out to the dance floor. Or so you thought. A hand pulls you back. Beyond the bathrooms. Hidden in the back. An alcove, a pocket hidden in plain sight. He covers your mouth. You glare into his eye. He sneers. You are pinned. Against the wall. Pushed up against. Hands held behind. His under your skirt. Panties yanked down quickly. In his hands. Smelling them. Showing them for you to see. You feel his bulge. Protruding. Through his pants. On your skin. He holds you. Pushing your legs back. Head against the wall. He rubs against you. You feel his movement. He unzips. In a flash, its head is teasing your entrance. You don’t, but you do. His wants vs. your desire. He waits. You push back. He knows you are his now. He takes you. Fast, hard thrusts. He lets go of your hands. Hair in his grasp. Your head snapped back. Your hands bracing you. His hand placing your thong in your mouth. Your familiar taste. Moans muffled. “My slut” whispered in your ear. His hand slapping your ass. Then your hips grabbed. His hand guiding your motions. In, out. Fast. Pounding. Aching. Your peak mounting. You shudder. Shake. Now jello. He pistons in and out. He keeps slapping. He yanks your hair, Draws you near. He is near. His explosion. Thrust deep inside you. Panties removed. Soaked with saliva. You, pushed to your knees. One word muttered: clean. You taste him, you. You lick, suck and devour. Quickly. Dirty slut. He zips and walks away. You kneeling. Dripping. Wanting more.

Another day you dread. Another football Sunday. A day that has your husband plopped in front of the television all day, leaving you lonely and bored. But today was worse, he invited his buddies over. That meant that no only do you have to deal with football, you have to put your “game face” on and be a good hospitable hostess. You always try to dress nicely. You have on a sexy pair of heels, black nylons, attached to a frilly garter belt, lace panties and black leather skirt. On top you wear a tight, white button down top, and bra matching your panties. This you wore before you knew his friends were coming over. Ugh. Your husband ran out to pick up snacks and beer for the day, but of course you are supposed to prepare it all. What a neanderthal! You are busy in the kitchen when you hear the door bell. Your husband greets his guests. Within several minutes of each other, all 5 were there and down in the man cave immersed in pre-game festivities, beer drinking, shots, and lewd discussion about women. You come down the stairs and start bringing down the first part of the snacks. You set it down in front of the tv onto the coffee table. Most of them were more interested in watching the tv than looking at you, which was fine by you. Most of them were bloated, slobs that he went to school with, except for Tommy. Tommy was beautiful. He made all the women melt around him and he had the personality and charm to go with it. He was the only one to make eye contact with you and never let you out of his sight. Walking away, you can feel Tommy’s warm glare on your ass. You know he likes what he sees. Before you turn the corner to go up the stairs, you glance back and you were right. Back to the kitchen to finish the last of the snacks. Over the next half hour or so you hear hollering and groans following the ebb and tide of the game. You plate the last of the snacks and go back down to the cave. You put these snacks over by the bar. They are warm and you tell them so. Most of them are entranced with the game that they barely respond, everyone except Tommy. He walks over and whispers in your ear and says thank you. You melt with just those words. You two are behind the bar facing the tv and the backs of everyone else’s heads. His hand suddenly grabs your ass, you jump and squeal. He surprises you. One hand is occupied with eating the snack while behind the bar the other is massaging your back side. His hand stokes your ass, slowly moving closer and closer to your pussy. “You hear, hun can you order the pizza? It is almost half time”, your husband asks, oblivious to the groping. Struggling to stay composed, you shake your head yes and say, “Sure.” You pull away and run upstairs to call the delivery place. Your face warm and red. Your pussy tingly and wet. You are starting to like Sunday! Within a half hour, the pizza arrives and you carry it back down stairs. Everyone is at the bar. They are all excited because their team is winning. They are drinking shots and are excited to get the pizza. The smell draws them over to the table where you put it on. You feel minuscule. Today is football, beer, and pizza for them. You’re being ignored except for one set of eyes. You tell your husband to get you a glass of wine. Groaning, he complies. All the men are scarfing down the pizza and polishing it off with beer. Most of them are already inebriated including your husband. The game is about to come back on and they all gather around the tv except for your new interest. You stand behind the bar, and take your thong off, hand it to Tommy. Then walk back up stairs with the bottle of wine and your glass, leaving him with a huge hard on. After a couple of minutes, Tommy’s phone rings. He gets off the phone and said he needs to run to pick up his kid from practice, but he’ll be back. When he gets to the upstairs, he sees you, grabs you by the wrists and takes you to your garage. He kisses you roughly. His hands all over your body. Groping. Pinching. Rubbing. You moan softly into his ear as he explores your body. No his big hands are circling and rubbing your clit. He rubs you to bliss.He spins you around and pushes you against the car. Pushes your face against the car’s hood. He flips your skirt up. Starts rubbing your ass. Then in quick succession he spanks your ass. Moans escapes your lips. Then suddenly he pushes himself inside you. He grabs your hair and pulls your head back as he fucks you. His other hand over your mouth, keeping your slutty moans muffled. The fucking is fast and rough. Exciting and powerful. You use one hand to rub your clit and orgasm fast. He is ready as well. He pumps and cums inside you. Pulling out, he spins you to your knees. Forcing you to clean his cock. Hungrily you appease. Tasting yourself mixed in with his cum. He zips up and walks back downstairs. You used, dripping and completely satisfied. Sundays are looking up. Maybe they aren’t so bad after all.

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My pleasure. I enjoy using my imagination mixed in with some experiences in my writings.

He asked you to get undressed, put the blindfold on, and wait for him in the bedroom. You scurry into the room, pull your dress over your head, snap your bra off and kick your panties towards your dress. You open the “drawer” and find the blindfold. Just looking at the accouterments in the drawer is making your pussy wet. You slip the blindfold on. Go over to your spot and kneel down to await for him. Fingers are intertwined with both hands resting on the back of your neck. Kneeling up on your knees with your arms in this precarious pose always makes you feel vulnerable. Whenever he asks you to do this, he makes you wait. Time is a mistress that leaves you unaware. You have no sense of how long you are waiting. A few minutes. 10 or 15 minutes? However long your knees and arms are hurting. Thoughts drift to the unknown. That paddle. The whip. His hand. His breathe against your neck. Is he in the room yet? Or was that your imagination. The radio drowns out sounds and movement. Maybe it was just your imagination. You start to flex your back. Trying to adjust without disobeying his orders. Now your elbows feel like lead weights. Your mind side tracks again. You feel your pussy starting to leak. A slow stream snakes down your thigh. You feel the cold air on your nipples. Suddenly they are being squeezed. Just as quickly, you realized he was there and attached your favorite clamps. He whispers in your ear, “You are a beautiful slut, My Slut!” You melt, between the warmth of his breath, his proximity to you, and the way those words make you feel. You get out a throaty, “Yes Sir! I am your Slut!”. Now aware of the dryness in your mouth. “Stand up!”, he barks. As you rise, he spins you around. He pulls your wrists back, enough to get you off balance. His one hand steadies you, while the other holds the wrists. Then he grabs the bondage tape and wraps your wrists, forcing your hands to grab the alternate wrist. He offers you a drink of water. Then he wraps the tape around your face so it covers your mouth. Then he wraps, tightly above and below your breasts. Just tight enough to start making you feel secure. Then he does the same just above your hips. Gently he moves you to the bed and helps you lay on your back. He lifts your legs up and opens them up. He tells you to hold that position. He runs his fingers up and down both of your inner thighs.Then creates circles closer and closer to your pussy. He slowly and methodically traces a pattern around your clit and your labia lips, just grazing each spot for a second or two. Then he rubs and squeezes your clit. Then his other hand starts rubbing your gspot. Quickly he rubs, taking you close, but suddenly stops. You feel something cool slipping into your pussy. It is your balls that he slips in. Next his hands moves around to your back door. With your juices dripping down to it, his finger swirls around your balloon knot. Then quickly pushes in. In and out. Slow then fast. Then he stops and pushes in your glass plug. That sends shivers down your spine from the cold and because you feel so full. He then pulls your legs together and rests them on his chest. A quick spins of the roll, and now your ankles are secured with the tape. Next he grabs the Hitachi and turns it on low. He places the vibrating head on your legs, just above your clit. He wraps the tape with the vibrator securely snug against your clit. then he wraps your knees in place. He places a ball in your hand, a little superball that would bounce loudly against the hard wood flooring. He whispers in your ear and says when you can no longer take it, throw the ball on the ground. He places the ball in your hand, turns the vibrator on high, covers you up, and walks down stairs to watch the game………

Three little words Innocuous by themselves Hard to grasp together A bold task A leap of faith Trust Trust in him In yourself Is it harder to trust him or yourself? On your knees You struggle You fight Every fiber of who you are is not on this floor You just need to stand up But yet that urge to please That internal struggle that tells you stay there/get up. Your hands Behind your head Absolutely exposed Delicately vulnerable But yet your body lies That trickle slipping down your thigh That flush of crimson enveloping your skin The weakness in your knees The unsteadiness Not again You are stronger than this Your mind and your body fight No/Yes On your knees He strokes and teases He rubs and pinches You squirming https://sirspanksalot1.tumblr.com/tagged/sirspanks Pleasure/pain He says “Rise” But yet you want more.