Hello May

Unedited quickie 

“Come here, Kitten.”

The TV clicked off in the middle of her show. She pouted a bit, wanting to whine. 

“Aw, Daddy.” Okay, she whined a little. 


The warning was obvious and she didn’t want the punishment attached to disobeying. Be a good girl, she thought. 

She stopped kicking her feet and rolled to her back to get up. He was sitting in his chair, looking at her wearing his smile that made her knees tremble. She moved to all fours, stretching out her body for him before crawling slowly across the floor to him. 

“Yes, Daddy?” She said when she was seated at his feet. 

He reached out to pet her hair, pulling her closer until she could climb on his lap. When she’d settled in with her back to his chest, he wrapped an arm around her waist. 

“Kitten,” he began with a kiss to her throat. “Do you know what tomorrow is?”

She blinked rapidly, racking her memory for what thing of significance could be happening tomorrow. Nothing was coming to mind and it made her squirm with nervousness in his lap. 

“The first of May?” She squeaked out. 

He reached under her shirt to pinch her nipple. “Indeed, kitten. May first starts Masturbation Month. Do you know what that means for you, pet?”

He pinched her nipple again, scrambling her mind and making her pussy cream. 

“I don’t know?” Her words were a jumbled mess. 

“I means, pet, that you have things to do.” 

“To do?” She was struggling to keep up, especially when his hand slipped beneath her shorts to touch her clit. “What am I doing, Daddy?” 

His lips brushed her ear and she squirmed in his lap under his touch. Oh gosh, she’d come if he kept it up. 

“Exactly this, Kitten. I want you to come for me everyday in May.” He pinched her clit hard and nearly catapulted her over the edge. 

“Daddy, please.” She was a panting, squirmy mess. “Daddy.”

He nuzzled her neck, keeping her right at the edge. 

“I want you to play with your little clit, fuck your little cunt, and come for me. Every. Single. Day.” 

“Daddy,” she begged. “Please.” 

He hummed, seeming to debate as she hovered. For one scary moment she thought he’d leave her unfulfilled. She moaned in desperate need. 

“You may come, Kitten. Come for me.”

His words were barely above a whisper, but she felt them in her core as she exploded. He held her against him, anchoring her as she came undone. 

“Good girl.” 


“Go on.” 

Kate looked over to where the Sara was laid out on the bed. Her red hair was fanned over the white sheets, her freckles dotting her skin in the most alluring way. Sara smiled at her and opened her legs so the lips of her pussy parted. 

“Sir…” Kate said on a stuttered breath. 

David smacked her bottom hard enough that she squeaked. She took a step forward, hungry and horny just looking at Sara spread open. 

“Katie girl, you’ve been wanting this forever.” 

She danced on her tiptoes, moving between longing and uncertainty. Sara placed a hand right on her mound, her finger grazing her clit. Kate’s throat went from dry to overflowing with saliva from the need to just taste

“Oh,” Kate whispered. 

David squeezed her bottom where he’d spanked her. “I know what you need, girl. Let me help you.”

His hand found her back, resting between her shoulders before moving up to grip the nape of her neck. Kate relaxed under the weight of her hand, the uncertainty following away with each exhale. 

She felt his breath on her shoulder as he leaned close. “You need to taste her pussy, don’t you, Katie girl?” 

Her cunt fired at those words. “Yes, sir.” 

“You want to bury your face right where she’s touching, suck her clit, and hear her moan, don’t you?” 

“Yes, sir. Please.” She trembled now, wanting to be there as Sara circled her erect clit. 

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear as he tightened his hold on her neck just a little. 

“You want her to come by your mouth. You want her scent all over your face, don’t you, Katie girl?” 

Kate’s hips jerked, her cunt throbbing at the thought of Sara coming because of her. 

“Yes, sir. Yes,” she hissed out, her feet moving forward without thoughts. “Please.” 

“Then go. Be a good girl and get what you need.” 

The moment his hand dropped from her neck, she was moving forward. Kate crawled up the bed and lay between Sara’s open thighs. Close; so close she could smell her, see the wetness seeping from her body. 

Just when the uncertainty started to creep in, Sara reached for her, wrapping a hand in her hair. 

“Please, Kate. I want you so bad.” 

Kate moaned and then leaned forward to lick her from top to bottom, tasting Sara. The next moan was longer, needy. 

“How does she taste, Katie?” 

He was close to her, his heat warming her body. She only moaned again, barely registering his presence before she leaned back to lick. Kate nibbled at Sara’s clit, licked and sucked at her lips, plunged her tongue deep inside her to gather all the wetness that spilled out. 

“More,” Sara pulled at Kate’s hair, squirming beneath her. 

Kate felt David behind her, parting her thighs and moving between. She buried her face in Sara’s pussy, sucking harder at her, needing to make her come. 

Sara started to shake under her. The way she rocked her hips harder drove Kate on. 

“Oh, Jesus,” Sara cried out above her. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna come.”

Her thighs tightened around Kate’s head, trapping her there as she came with a loud cry. The gush of her climax coated Kate’s face, and she drank it down as it flowed. 

“That’s a good girl, Katie.” 

David murmured those words as he nudged her thighs wider and pushed into Kate. She came around his cock the moment he seated himself deep, and she quivered even as she licked up every drop of Sara’s juices. 

Kate laid her head on Sara’s thigh, enjoying the slow thrusts of her sir and the musky sweet smell of Sara on her face. 




She stretched up from her place on the bed, the sunlight warming her naked skin as she shook off the sluggishness of sleep. 

“Daddy?” She whispered into the empty space. 

His spot was cold so he’d been up for a while. Or she’d been a sleepyhead and he’d let her be lazy today. Lazy girl. 

She wanted to play now that she was awake, and lay back with a cheeky smile. Now she was a naughty girl, too. 

The room was warm and she could still smell the lingering scent of his cologne. She touched her lips then ran her fingertips down her chest to tease a nipple into an erect nub. A hard pinch had her back arching as electricity zinged right to her little clit. 

She followed that ley-line, tracing down her stomach straight to that spot that ached. The first swirl made her hips thrust. She whispered for her Daddy as she circled it slowly, speeding up when she couldn’t be slow any longer. Parting her labia, she rubbed up and down until her fingers were coated with honey. She wanted her Daddy’s cock, but she’d settle for two pumping fingers. 

Two fingers thrusting, she rubbed her clit with other hand, working her hips as the orgasm built. It felt like it started in her belly, more of the electric charge that was ready to spark at any second. 

She was right there, so close to coming she whined with the need. Her hips gyrated harder as she reached for it. 

“Oh, please! Daddy…”

“‘Please’, what, kitten?”

His voice was hard, breaking through the haze gripping her. Her rhythm stuttered and she gasped as she met his eyes. He was dressed in jeans and a button down, arms crossed over his chest as he stared intently at her hands buried in her cunt. There was hunger in his eyes and a touch of disappointment. 

“Daddy.” She licked her lips as she removed her hands from between her thighs. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

He raised an eyebrow, watching as she licked her sticky fingers. “Not sorry enough. What is our rule, kitten?” 

“I have to ask to play.” She looked away, her face burning. While her coloring hid it, there was no getting away from her slip. She was a bad girl and she knew it. It was hard not to fidget as guilt swept over her. 

“And?” His voice registered closer and she looked to find him standing at the side of the bed. 

“And ask Daddy to come.” 

He stared down at her, his eyes tracking over her nude body, seeming to contemplate things. She wanted to wiggle and preen for him, but didn’t want to get herself in more trouble. It didn’t help at all the way his cock pressed against the zipper of his jeans, tempting her to more badness. 

“Would you like to come, kitten?”

Her eyes snapped to his. There was something hidden in those words she was missing, but if he was offering… 

“Yes, Daddy.”

His smile made her worry. What was he planning? 

The room smelled like her sex. It was hard to be displeased with her when she looked so pretty, but his little kitty needed to remember why he was in charge. 

He settled himself in the bed beside her. He looked over at where she lay, her brown skin glistening with sweat from her unauthorized play. She peeked back at him with slightly unfocused eyes, suspicion covering her face. He wanted to tease her body, touch her wet cunt and tease her tight nipples, but that would only encourage her. 

“Go get your tail, bad kitty.”

She eyed him before rising from the bed to retrieve her tail as instructed.

When she bent to pull open the drawer, her cunt was plump between her thighs and her ass on display. He found himself growling. 

“Hurry, naughty girl, or you don’t get to come.” 

She was quick after that, scurrying back to bed with little of the teasing. He patted his lap and she climbed up to lay across so her lovely bottom was tipped up. 

He anchored her to him with one arm before caressing her slowly. Her skin seemed to shiver as he touched her, her hips arching up as he trailed fingers over the curve. 

Their differences never failed to captivate him each time she submitted to him. It’s the contrast between the two of them that was bewitching. The color of her skin as she lay so willingly across his lap. Skin that was so very different from his own. Skin that would not blush as he struck it, yet it would still feel each impact the same as any other flesh.

He waited until she was moaning with each caress, begging with her body for him to take her. Then he began. 

Where he usually would warm her up, he spanked with quick measured strikes that made her wiggle and cry out. He worked that steady pace, listening as her breathing grew labored and her hands threatened to reach back to protect her bottom. She knew better then that though and he smiled when she clung to his arm at her waist and the edge of the bed in turn. 

After an impressive amount of time, when her tears had started to flow and her bottom was a hot mess, he paused. She collapsed on his lap, her sniffles loud in the room. He didn’t even register the throb in his palm, his mind wholly focused on her wet little cunt. 

“Present, kitten.” 

She moved slow, climbing from his lap with sniffles and gasps. After a few moments she was facedown in the bed, her hot bottom raised in the air. Tentatively, as though she was scared to touch herself, she spread her bottom apart so her asshole appeared. 

“Good girl.” 

He rose from the bed to step behind her. Wetness covered her cunt, coating her inner thighs. He took the bulb of the tail, rubbing the plug along her lips and dipping it deep inside her until it was sopping wet. 

When he pressed it against her hole, her groan made him hum with pleasure. 

“That’s it, kitten. Take it like a good girl.”

Her body opened, swallowing the plug until it was seated in her body. Her black and white tail looked pretty against her skin. 

“Thank you, Daddy.” 

The way she whispered her thanks broke him. He pulled her back towards him, unfastening his jeans with his other hand. She reached back to hold her tail up for him, and he murmured his praise as he slid into her wetness. 

The heat of her bottom warmed his skin the same way her cunt warmed his cock. He wanted to push her into the bed and fuck her hard. 

“Oh gosh, Daddy,” she moaned out as he buried himself deep again. “I feel so full.” 

He gripped her hair to pull her up, thrusting hard into her. It wasn’t long until she was begging for him.

“Please, Daddy. Please.”

Her cunt gripped him, sucked him in, called for him to spill. He yanked hard at her hair to remind her. 

“Please, what?” He hissed into her ear. 

“Please, Daddy. Please, may I come, Daddy?”

Her hand gripped the sheets, pulling them as he fucked her hard. She was a very good girl and kept his tail high for him. She’d earned her orgasm and he his. 

“You may come, kitten.” He dug his fingers into her sore bottom as she exploded around him. 

“Oh, Daddy. Thank you.” 

Listening to her cry out. For. Him. Her cunt clenching around him, pulled him over the edge. He growled as he emptied himself into her body. 

“That’s my good kitten.” He murmured. “That’s my good girl.” 

“Don’t be gentle”

The low lights, the gentle caresses, the soft kisses. She should’ve felt like a princess with her prince. Instead she was frustrated and bored. 

“What’s the matter?” 

His abrupt question pulled her out of the figures she was running in her head. Embarrassment sent heat to her face as she glanced down between her thighs at him. His blue eyes gazed back at her steadily. 

This lover was attentive, patient, gentle. Those were qualities to attract any woman and usually she’d love those things, but right now gentle wasn’t getting the job done. 

She fumbled for a response that wouldn’t seem callous. “Uh, just distracted.” 

He shifted up the bed, settling between her thighs so they were eye to eye. The serious look on his face made her nervous, but she was distracted again. This time by his body. His cock was hard and felt amazing just resting on her cunt. The contact alone inspired thoughts of  him holding her down, his cock bumping hard against her cervix, until she cried out. 


Her eyes widened at the slip while his narrowed on her expression. The careful way he inspected her made her feel vulnerable like he saw everything. Even as her face burned hotter, her treacherous hips rocked up into him. 

“Tell me what you’re thinking about.” 

There was a command in his words that was anything but gentle. She found the words spilling out on their own. 

“I want you to fuck me. Not make love to me; fuck me. Until I’m begging for more. Until I’m not sure if I want you to stop or keep going. Fuck me like you hate me.”

She threw an arm over her eyes, unable to hold his gaze any longer even as she continued rocking her hips. 

“Is that what you want?” His voice was whisper soft, but she heard that thread of steel underlying them. 


Her half moaned need was cut short by the hand that pressed at her throat. He grabbed her arm and pressed it to the pillow above her head, so she was forced to meet his eyes again. His face had changed to something hard that made her body clench. 

“Oh, you have no idea what I could do to you, little girl.” 

He pressed her thighs open so wide she whined at the stretch. His hand at her throat never let up as he drove his cock so deep she arched at the mingled pain and pleasure. It thrummed through her like a sharp knife that made her body tremble with arousal. 

“I’ll make sure you beg.” He whispered those words hot and heavy in her ear as he fucked her the way she needed. 

Yes, Sir

I heard his footsteps on the carpet. Nothing loud or noticeable, but anticipation had sharpened my senses so even his light tread made my ears perk up.

My eyes remained shut as he requested, no blindfold just his command to obey. Just his promise of pleasure if I’ve been a good girl.

Resisting the urge to squirm was difficult, but my body reacted in other ways to his approach. The air sensitized my body, sending goosebumps along my skin. My nipples furled tight as though reaching for him. As my heart beat wild in my chest, I captured my lower lip in my teeth to keep from whimpering for him.

“Here’s my pretty pet.”

His voice, a low timber that tickled along my spine, made me tremble. He was near and I longed for him to touch me.

I could feel his warmth heating my skin. My body, bare and eager, ready for him.

Fingertips brush along my shoulder and I do whimper. He’ll tease until I beg or break, and I swallowed back more whimpers as he continued to draw calloused fingers over my body.

“Open your eyes. Were you a good girl today?”

I take him in. He’s dressed casually, comfortable in his jeans and work shirt. He appeared unassuming, but I know who he is beneath the laid back appearance. I know what he’s capable of doing to my body.

I took a breath to steady myself before I speak. Even then my reply is more breathless than I thought possible.

“Yes, sir. I was good for you.”

He hummed low before his hand slipped between my thighs from behind, palming my cunt. I parted my thighs, but barely resisted the urge to rub against that resting hand.

“And what do good girls get?”

He cirlced around to my front without releasing me so we were chest to chest. I drew in a deep breath, taking in the warm scent of him. I’m not sure where he’s been, but he smells of trees and sunshine and I want to lean into him.

“Good girls get spankings.”

“After they kneel pretty for their Sir.”

When he released me with a pinch at my clit, I just contain my gasp. I slipped to my knees with only a slight wobble, placing my hands palm up on my thighs when I’ve settled on my heels.

“Good girl.”

His praise excited me and made me smile. Even after hearing it so often, I still felt that spike of arousal when he told me I’m good.

“Now down.”

I wend to my forearms, lowering my head to the ground and my ass in the air. I spread my thighs wide, hiding nothing.

“How many?”

My ass wiggled at that question, my clit throbbed at the promise of pain.  He palmed my cunt again and I went still.

“As many as you think I need, sir.”

He only laughs. “You may regret that answer, pet.”

The feel of soft leather teased my back. I don’t tell him I won’t regret it at all. He knew my limits and he’d take me right to the edge.

I couldn’t be silent when the flogger fell. It’s my release and I must let it fall from my lips.

I lifted ass higher, I rocked back into each blow, and I thank him.

“Thank you, sir.”


“Come this way.”

The woman moved past him and he hesitated a moment before following after her. His mind was torn between uncertainty and arousal with each step he took after her, the red laces trailing down the back of her corset a bright light in the dimness of the hallway.

Her hips swayed and her hills clicked on the tiled floor, each stoking his conflicting emotions until he felt breathless and a little dizzy. The longer they walked the more he considered bolting, ending things before they could begin.

Before he could act on the thought, she stopped in front of a red, padded door. She gave a quick twist and pushed inward, disappearing inside without a word.

The room was stark white, bare expect for a bed. One wall had a variety of implements he couldn’t even begin to identify, but sent his heart racing so fast he feared it would beat out of his chest.

He was left on the threshold, teetering on the brink.

“If you leave, you’ll wonder for the rest of your life if this is everything you’ve dreamed about.”

She stood facing him now, a smile on her pink lips. Her slender fingers traced along a black flogger, stroking the strands in a way he could feel on his skin. The corset was lower now, revealing more of her breasts as they spilled over the top. She was sexy, elegant, and alluring. Strength and power radiated from her as she waited for him to decide.

“Don’t you want to know?”

One brow lifted, her face patient and challenging in kind.

He wanted to know desperately. His body throbbed with the need to understand what he dreamed about, wrote about, masturbated to every single night. The need had become tangible in the last few months, permeating every thought he had until he’d found himself researching places to play out the fantasy.

It wasn’t as though he entered into this blind. Why did he hesitate now?

The beauty before him continued to wait for him, that smile on her face and certainty in her eyes as though she knew which way he’d go.

He stepped over the threshold into the room, a racing heart and total need driving him.

Her smile was smug for one brief moment before all friendliness disappeared. She approached him like a lion stalking prey and he stood frozen. When she was within inches of him, her honeyed scent swirling around him, she touched a fingertip to his chin. The glint was back in her eyes and his cock hardened from the control he saw in those depths.

“In this room, you belong to me. I take care of and discipline those that belong to me. Now strip.”

A switch flipped in his mind and from those words alone he found himself in a different mindset. With each piece of clothing he removed, under the gaze of his mistress, he became something more. He became the thing of his fantasies.

Her pet.

Due day 

She woke with a jolt. A quick glance at the glowing numbers and she let out a string of curse words before scrambling out of bed.

Her uniform smelled of old grease, but she didn’t have time to wash last night after shift. It was that or sleep and she hadn’t been getting much of that lately. 

Barely time to splash her face, she poured some cold coffee out of the pot into her travel mug. Maybe she’d grab some food if things were slow at the diner. Her stomach grumbled, but she ignored it. 

She grabbed up her shoulder bag and went in search for her shoes. This shit hole of an apartment was a mess, but she barely had time to clean or make enough money to find something better. 

A knock at the door stopped her mid-search and in her haste to make for the door, two things occurred. 

She stubbed her toe on a loose floor board that needed fixed and she realized that today was also rent day. 

“Fuck,” she hissed as she tried to recover from the throbbing pain that shot up her leg. 

She groaned low and debated what to do. There was no dodging this visit by pretending to not be in. 

The knock came again, rattling the flimsy door and spiking her heart rate. 

“Rent’s due.” The knob turned and she was thankful she’d put stronger locks on the shitty door. “I know you’re in there.”

His voice was low and husky, and her stomach clenched. It was easier to just get it over with instead of stalling. She crossed quickly to the door.

“Open up.” 

She pulled the door open mid sentence, cringing when he graced her with a smarmy smile. The landlord was a big man whose weight was slowly shifting from the muscle of a body builder to the fat of a middle aged man. His thinning hairline and browning teeth moved him from attractive to lecherous and downright gross. 

He leaned against the door frame, his bulk taking up enough space to make her feel crowded even with her back to the open room. 

She took a step back to find some breathing room and distance. She spied her shoes and grabbed them without turning her back on him. 

“I’ll have to pay you when I’m off shift later. I need to be off to work.” 

His eyes took a slow trek down her body. She was extremely aware of the tightness of her blouse across her chest and where her skirt fell on her thighs. When he slowly licked his lips as he met her gaze, she crossed her arms over her chest. 

“Unfortunately, I can’t wait. It was do first of the week as you know, and I need that money now.”

He shrugged as though he truly was sorry and she tamped down her frustration.

“Look, I just need until the end of the day and–” 

“And I need my money.” He moved inside, shutting the door behind him. 

She felt trapped, a fine tremor starting as she took another step back. 

“Please.” Her back hit the wall and she dropped her shoes. 

He held his hands up. “No need to be so nervous. I’m only asking for a little pre-payment and I’d be willing to wait.”

Even as he tried to reassure her, his eyes glinted with undisguised lust and continued to approach with easy steps. 

She lifted her chin in defiance. “What if I don’t want to give you anything?” 

His attitude changed at her words, his bulk solidifying into something bigger and terrifying. He stepped within inches of her, crowding her against the wall and making her feel small. Leaning in, he blew hot breath over her cheek even as she turned her face away. 

“I’d hate to see such a hard working woman, such as yourself.” He placed an arm on either side of her head. “Out on the street.”

She gulped, feeling cornered. “Will you… I want my rent reduced and my floor fixed.”

He simply smiled down at her and she felt the tremor begin in earnest. 

When he placed a firm hand on her shoulder guiding her to her knees, she went without a fight. His other hand went to the zipper of his jeans. Watching him free himself, listening to the clock tick and the leaky facet drip, she swallowed around a suddenly dry throat. 

“Let’s see how good a tenant you can be first.”


Redo shortie

You don’t know you want me yet, but I’ll convince you. 

I slip into your bed, subduing even the most vigorous of protests with quick lips and quicker hands. 

“Do you remember me, pretty girl?”

You don’t. You don’t remember me lurking and watching. Seeing every move you make, but you will. 

I link your wrists together and tie them to the lovely headboard, admiring my handy work as you make the wood thump in your panic. 

“Don’t act like it’s a bad thing to fall in love with me.”

Your eyes are wild as I caress your face. You’re not there yet, in love, but you will be after what I’ve come to show you. 

I lean into your body, the hard lines of mine sinking into the welcoming curves of yours. 

You gasp, your beautiful eyes widening before sliding shut. But you can’t shut me out, my love. 

As I hold you down, as I slip into your body and whisper what a good girl you are, you’ll come to love me. You’ll come to know me very well. 


“Sit here.”

I rose from my spot across from him, leaving my half eaten salmon and asparagus in order to circle the table. He’d already cleared his plate from the placemat and I only hesitated a second before I climbed up. 

He just looked at me. His dark gaze held my eyes, seeming to see deep in to me, looking until I wanted to squirm. I couldn’t help but drop my gaze, feeling too vulnerable before him. Always vulnerable when I was in his presence. 

His low growl brought heat to my cheeks and my pussy as I snapped my eyes back to his. For a moment I thought I’d earned a spanking, something that only made me hotter, but he simply shook his head at me. 

“Lie back, naughty girl.”

I obeyed immediately not wanting to push my luck. My back settled against the table, the coolness from wood seeping through my thin shirt. His hands started a slow track up my calves, caressing behind my knees, and competing with the chill of the table to send a shiver through me. 

It took little to part my thighs, forcing my skirt to my hips.  Just a gentle pressure on my knees and he saw exactly what was his. His cunt, free of unnecessary fabric and shaved neat. 

His eyes slid shut as he took in a deep breath and I bite my lip when he opened them again. Hunger, so much hunger reflected in his eyes and my body ached with the intensity of that look. 

“It’s been a long day and the only thing that has gotten me through was the thought of tasting you until your cum covered my face.” 

Before I could respond his tongue made a long sweep from top to bottom. I was reduced to nothing more than a choked gasp. 

He lifted his head from between my thighs to smile at me. “Exactly what I was needing.”

My thighs found their way over his shoulders and his mouth found its way back to my cunt. I willingly gave him every drop of come he wrung from me. It all belonged to him.