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Depraved Deprivation
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Depraved Deprivation He sees the silent tremor of his muted phone. Others on the conference call listens to one of his peers drone on about the roadblocks they have fixed and new ones they now face on this project they have been working on. Grabbing his phone and pressing the work email app, he pretends to be checking an important email before he brings the phone close into his lap and switched apps so he can see her text. For you Sir is the caption of the pic. He fights hard not to show any reaction as the pic of her pulling her bra and top to one side exposing one of her breasts finishes downloading. He can’t stop the automatic response he has every time he sees those breasts and she knows it. That’s why she sent it. She knew beneath his professional demeanor She was stirring devilish desires within him. She knew he would be trying to quell that familiar bulge that grew by the moment. As discreetly as possible he replied. “Not fair wish I was there babygurl. In mtg 4 next hr n half gawd you look so good. talk l8r” He goes back to listening to updates until the next text arrives. He repeats the process of checking the text. A sharp inhale at what he sees, forces him to fake a cough to conceal the gasp. He takes a drink from his bottle hoping to sell the ruse as a mere tickle in his throat. Most don’t even notice his reaction and continue to listen to the presenter. He waits a few moments before he rechecks the phone. He is greeted with the sight of her lovely thighs spread wide showcasing just how wet her thong panties are. Wet and ready for you Sir. Was all the text said, but the soaked thong trumpeted volumes. Quietly he texts his response. STOP IT cant play now in mtg time and place 4 it! He knows she is relishing being the naughty cock tease. He switches his phone back over to the work email app and puts it down on his notebook. Now he is distracted. They both know what a wanton cumslut she is. She wants to appease him. Cook for him. Clean for him. Have his cock use her any way any time, every way all the time. She want to give him a place to be so when she needs his strong arms or to lay in his lap and just be safe to just be her That she has that refuge. That he is always there for her. She can’t resist. She want to give him a reason to claim her the second he comes home. He checks his phone again. There she is panties down below her knees as she bends over a conference room table. Her pretty pink pussy wet with desire swollen with need. All fully on display, an offering to her Sir. Her needing to be filled Overrules the smart lady That she is. The text reads. Time n place = here n now please sir please your fuckdoll needs u She eagerly awaited his response. Nothing came back quickly. She waits until his meeting was over, yet still no response. No word for the rest of the work day. It wasn’t until She hears him pull in that she knows when She would hear from him. Anxiously She went over to the couch bent over, hiked her skirt up over her waist. She spread her legs just so, so as she stood in her heels she was just at right height for him and quietly waited. He was about forty-five minutes later than normal. The solitary grocery bag and brown paper bag were the explanation for the missing minutes. She expected him to rush in and fury fuck her like she so desperately wanted and needed. Instead she heard him set a few thing on the counter just out of her line of sight. The rustling of the bags subsided And his footsteps echoes closer. Her body felt a sense of relief and purpose when his hand ran up the back of her leg and across her tight ass cheeks. He still hadn’t uttered a single word. The gentle touch Of his hand glides over her exposed butt. His hand leaves her just long enough for him to come alongside her and take her hand. She looked at him and his eyes asked her to stand up. She complied. His eyes held hers With an intimate grip. His hand knew her body well. He didn't have to see To know where to place his hands. His eyes weigh heavy upon her.. He lets her look but not see what he is thinking. This isn’t what she was expecting. No bull rush charge to claim and use her. She expected a fury fuck for all her naughty behavior. The silence is what is said. The back of his hand softly caresses her cheek before sliding down and gently grazing back and forth over her nipple. Her smile mirrors his. As his smile fades the back of his fingers fall away from her. There is something new or something she hadn’t noticed within his<b> blues </font></b>when he first got home. The emotion or thought alludes her as she tries to look deeper. It’s not good nor is it bad, but it is something, Curling his fingers under her top, the top is slowly lifted and pulled over her head. She instinctively knows silence needs to remain. The familiar sensation of his hand cradling her face, reassures her what a great fucktoy She is and to acknowledge She is doing exactly what she should be doing. There is sense a sadness that she feels as his attentive hand leaves her beautiful face. Her bra is removed and falls on top of your shirt. She watches him kneel down before her to help her out of her heels. The feeling of his thumbs forcing their way between her and her skirt is the first step for him to slide the skirt over her hips and onto the floor. He runs his hands up the length of her legs. He doesn’t have to say how beautiful she is or how good she feels because she knows exactly how he feels about every inch of her. He removed her skirt and then her panties. She enjoy how his hands run and flow over every curve. He seems happy, enjoying the feel of her skin for several minutes. He can smell her scent and see your puckered nipples. He sees the flow and sway Of her body response. Her breathing tells him She is ready. Taking her hand in his, he leads her to the kitchen. He pulls a box From the paper bag. He opens up the case And pulls out A pair of black lace panties And a remote. Taking the panties He kneels down Allowing her to step into them. He pulls them up The length of her legs Until the thin straps Rest upon her hips. His hand Slides between her thigh As she feels to curved bulge Tucked into the panties Press against her. His devilish smile Let her know Her pleasure Her torturous teasing pleasure Is all literally At his whim With the simple Press of a button. He motioned to the floor. From there she knelt And silently watched. She was naked, Except for the panties. The thoughts Of the delicious fury fuck Have long disappeared. Here she waitted Watched Obeyed. He pulled out a pan And turned on the stove top. He pulled out several items From the grocery bag. She watched him Effortlessly navigate The kitchen A drop of butter in the pan The distinct sound Of peppercorns Being ground accented the faint aroma Of the seasoning he used. The delicious sizzle, as the steak hitting the hot pan, broke the silence of the house. Grabbing a few vegetables He proceeded To wash and cut the them Into bite size pieces As the steak seared It's juices within. He pulls out the pre packaged salad Dumps into in a bowl. Next in go the veggies, And gives it all a few tosses By simply flicking his wrist. The salad tries to escape the bowl Only to be caught. Bottom to top With each churning toss. Placing the salad on the table He looks down And gives her A gentle smile. He flips the steak And spoons The drippings Over the top of the steak. Walking past her He sets the table for one. She lets out a sharp moan When he unexpectedly Pressed the button On the remote Getting the sudden pulsing Of the vibrator In her new panties. The vibe strummed against her As he turned off the stovetop And let the steak rest. She felt the vibrations Roll through her. He upped the intensity As she breathed in sharply As her body adjusted to the sensation. In a moment It was all gone. He set the remote down, motioned her To beside the table. She kneels beside his chair. The smell of steak Fills the air. He fills his bowl With salad And adds dressing. He turns on the vibe On its lowest setting Just enough To get And keep her wet. A long slow massage And tease. She watches him eat And enjoy the meal he cooked. A meal she should have cooked. She hadn’t put the pieces together yet. He was going to show her He didn’t need her to do All that she does. He just needs her. He wants her. This is the role She needs him to be. Her service Is her desire. He cut a piece of steak, Set down the knife and fork And picked it up With his fingers. He didnt look down He simply held it out Towards her Like he was sneaking Table scraps To the beloved family pet. She took the steak And ate it As she was kneeling Naked on the floor Beside him. He took a few more bites Of steak Before he pushed His salad around And ate the last bite of it. He cut her Another bite of steak. This time she wrapped her mouth Around his fingers As she took the steak. The constant buzz Of her panties Was like a growing itch That needed to be scratch. She sucked On his fingers. He immediately Pulled his hand away. Normal This is where he would fulfill her desires And call her an eager wanton slut. But no rebuke Or any words came. He didn’t even look at her. He picked up the remote And turned off the vibe. He pointed to the kitchen As to tell her To go wait over there. She had just lost her right To be near him. She made her way Over to the kitchen. She knelt there And watched him Till he finished his meal. For some reason She felt a small rush Of excitement As she watch him Take his napkin From his lap And pick up his dishes. He turned on the remote On the second lowest setting. As he filled the sink With hot water. He made a few more trips between The table and kitchen As he brought all the items back. Turning off the hot water. He turned to look at her. His face was stoic No anger no joy. His ran over her As he merely observed How her body Was responding. He had cooked And now he cleaned. He turned the vibe up One setting more As he started consolidating the leftovers And filling the sink with dishes. The subtle seismic quakes That rattled against her Made her heart rate Pick up. She watched As he rolled up his sleeves And sunk his hands Into the hot water When they should have been All over her. Dish by dish He cleaned and rinsed. The little clink Of the dishes Settling into the strainer Only hieghtend Her bodies senses. Her panties Were becoming soaked. It felt so good But it wasnt enough It was a delicious sample Of pleasure Yet only being able to look At the decadent dessert That was them together As one. She could feel her lungs Try to keep pace With her desire.. Clink. As the bowl Settled against the glass. Her skin felt electric As she knelt watching him. Clink As the plate Settled against the glass. She could feel the wetness Start to escape From her panties. Plink As all the cutlery Fell into place. She could feel The tightness of her skin As her nipples pucked And yearned for attention. Clank As the salad bowl Made space for itself In the strainer. He could hear her breathing hard Trying not to pant Or moan As the vibe Reverberate the pleasure Deep into her core. In an instant With a simple click Of his finger On the remote The sensation was gone. Her skin was flush And felt like the heat Fri her desire Hissed like steam Against the air, He looked over at her As he wiped the bowl dry. A self satisfied smirk Curled his lips As he watched her breasts Exaggerate The heave of lungs Trying to refill with air. He knew she was close To need a release. He also knew All the pleasure she enjoyed With any toy Was a mere surrogate For the feeling Of feeling him Stretch and fill her so. He knew the cool down Would be not what her body wanted It now no longer want A release But it needed one. He dropped the pan In the hot water Then put the bowl in the cupboard He didn't have to look To know she was biting her lip Like she did When she wanted to say something When she wanted to just let go and cum She watched him wash the pan But her clit still throbbed She was wet She was ready She need to feel That pleasure To course through her again. She slowly shifted Her weight from leg to leg So her pussy Could massage itself. The denial Was to much to endure And she needed more. Without provocation He turned and glared at her The venom in his eyes Said the words he didn't have to say. Without looking He had known What she was trying to do. She hung her head As the shame Of disappointing him Was to much to bear. She couldn't bear To look at him. She kept her head down As he walked back and forth Cleaning off The rest of the table. He had made a plate for her As well as a bowl of salad. He wrapped it all up And placed it in the fridge Along with the rest of the meal. She heard him finish cleaning up. Then snapped her fingers To call to her As he walked out to the living room There he motioned her To lay In the corner of the couch. She laid back And was facing The big comfy chair. He adjusted her into place. He leaned in close As if going for a kiss And then to lay on top of her, When he pulled away. He peeled the Saturated panties Off of her. He positioned her For his optimal viewing. At this point Any touch from him Is what she craved. He spread her legs And backed away. He picked up the clothes He had removed from her earlier And folded them all Into a neat pile. He left the room for a moment Bringing back a towel And some lube. She watch him Lay the towel out In front of the chair. Piece by piece He removed Every single piece of clothing He was wearing. He settled into the big comfy chair. She doesn’t yet know He was just going teach her just how much she is his fucktoy and he is the one that dictates her pleasure. Little does she know how much it eviscerates his heart to watch her suffer so. You could see the passion And the lust Just seething from her. She didnt know How he has to withhold His attention and adoration that she now so desperately seeks. He can see her mind running throughout the day. How she wanted to excite him how she wanted him to crave her. How she needed to be his fucktoy so she could shed Her real world self and be part of us. But without this emptiness and need how else will she learn how complete He makes her know how he makes both of them whole. You watch me Pull out a bottle of lube. I look at you Holding your gaze As I drizzle the lube With the flair a mixologist Pouring a drink. You watch the lube Slowly run down The length Of my erect rigid shaft Like fresh maple syrup Down the side Of a steaming hot stack Of pancakes. You watch me start the journey to get lost in your world, without you. I take myself Into my hand and look you in the eye. My hand slowly slides up and down the slick veiny shaft. My eyes tell you the tale That I don’t need you to cum and that this time I am going to without you. Tonight is about teaching you punishment isn’t all spanks and fury fucks. Wanton cumsluts don’t get to decide when and where. You are a fucktoy I use you anywhere anytime I want. Disobedience has a price and tonight is a painful lesson You will learn. I had asked you To stop teasing me Because I cant think When I think of you. So now you have to watch me Find my release When all you can do is watch. Thats the pain I felt The rest of the day Because I could have you When you wanted me. I start pumping my hand Faster and faster Up and down my shaft As I use the image Of your naked body before me As the template Of the fantasy I am creating. My eyes thrusting hard and fast into that beautiful pink flower. Fucking you hard And deep Without ever touching you. My beautiful hand sliding up and down My swollen shaft. My mind listens to the echos of the memories of your moans, the pleadings of “Fuck me harder Sir”. You are helpless to help me find the release as you watch the tension build up within me. Stroking more and more. You can see There are images And sensations Twirling around in my head. My eyes grow heavy Slowly glazing over As I covet The naked body before me. My lust drunken gaze latches on to your breasts. You can feel my thoughts tugging at your nipple as you become mesmerized watching the rhythmic cadence of me stroking. Your pussy is weeping With the need to feel me Inside you now. I murmur your name. My moans grow louder. You strain to listen So you can hear The very sound of my stroking As it mimics the sound We make When I invade That wet wanton pussy Over and over again. My head has no support As it falls back. I am there on the cusp. It’s not fair You are so close to me but you aren’t the instrument of my pleasure. You watch As my muscles tighten My groan Trumpets your name Instead of your title. The memory of you And the vision of you there watching Is an outsourcing. A replacement of you Right now You are a spectator Not my fucktoy. With this you watch This Vulcan display As I erupt. With the spewing magma Of my desire and pleasure. My release Nearly defying gravity As it shoots Toward the heavens Then flows Down the length of me. The cum meant for you, that should be in and on you is now wasted. Wasted without you. You witness Hephaestus mold That once hardened obelisk Back into a mailable state. As the eruptions And surges slow. I sit back in the chair, let's my heart rate slow And my breathing To normalize. This is normally Where you clean up your Sir. Instead you watch several drops of my cum defiantly hang from the tip of me. Those drops of cum are mocking you, taunting you with the vision of what you should have But don't. You feel your lips swollen and your desire drip as you crave to feel this man. You want to cry out to beg and plead wanting to do anything to feel me inside you in this very moment. You didnt stop teasing When you should have Now you cant start When you want to. As I recover I slowly clean up the mess That I have made. Clean up myself And take care of the towel. Returning to the room After I sit In the chair. I motion you To come to me. I can see the loss In your eyes But I hide my pain As I welcome you Onto my lap And into my arms. I hold you close. The comfort of us Enables you To let all the emotions And reservations Simply drain from you. Here you are safe. Here you can be the you That you are, Not the one everyone else sees. My arms are the shield That protects you. Theses shoulder On which you lay your head on Carry the load Of any burden you may bear. The chest You rest upon I the foundation To which you can forge anything you desire. I have shown you I don't need you for pleasure. I have shown you I don't need you for cleaning. I has shown you I don't need you for cooking. Those are simply roles. Tonight I have shown you what I want from you is simply the trust of your Surrender to me As I surrender to you. This predictable man is trying to be unpredictable for you. Right here On my lap Or in my arms Is a spot in this world You will always have. These shoulders Will provide you A forever safe haven. Here you are free Here you just have to be. Here is where I am. Time stands still As I simply hold you. Our bodies say All the words That need to be spoken. My arms have you My heart holds you. The pain of being denied Has subsided And you turn your head To look up at me. “I’m sorry Sir” I smile and touch your face With my fingertips. You’ve learnt your lesson. I can feel The wetness you leave on my lap. The peace and sanctuary Of my arms Has only delayed your need For release. Our eyes meet And adoration and desire Burns from your eyes now. A slow smirk Crawls across my lips. Seems like you have learnt your lessons And that behavior should be rewarded. I push you onto the floor then yank your head back By your hair As I slide myself Into that tight sweet hole. “Fucking cumslut cocktease” Seems like, You will get that fury fuck You’ve been wanting all day long. Will add some author notes later... |
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OMG Sir, I am hanging on every word. EVERY word. You write the thoughts I feel when I am naked, without the benefit of my wardrobe disguise. I feel the thoughts just before I read the words. The shame of the clink the dishes make that held the meal I should have cooked for you. Then the ultimate punishment made double. Denying me your hard cock THEN making me watch you stroke knowing how wet I get watching your strong man hands grip your hard on. The moans, licking my lips, denied the delicious thick cream. Damn, I don't deserve you but will accept your rabid hate fuck as my exquisite penance. Your Fucktoy Please read my blog The Sapiophiles Sapiogurl
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