Sand


One minute, she was enjoying the feel of the sun on her body, the smell of the ocean around her and the warm sand beneath her feet.

When it happened, it happened all too fast for her to process. For, in a flash, she was pinned to the earth, her mouth full of grit and sand.

Her sides was gripped firmly, both left and right burning where the stranger’s hands clasped her flesh. 

It was then she tried to yell out, but the sand in her mouth forced her to gag. She coughed and sputtered as she felt hands tug aggressively at her bikini bottoms.
A second passed — then her bottoms fell away, exposing her bare body to the cool Spring breeze. 

She fidgeted, even squealed, but it was no matter – she hung suspended in the air, her ass pointing up, her hair flung over her eyes. 

She squealed again when she heard it, a smooth and relaxed voice in her ear, breath smelling of sea salt.

“How delightful and grand! To unwrap your gifts covered in sand”

‘Sand’ slithered out across the lips of the stranger and down her body, like finger tips trailing down piano keys.

The hands were back, tugging at the sheer black material that covered her breasts. A second passed — and they were free. Left to hang in the air.

To her horror, they tickled at the sheer touch of the breeze. She felt her nipples harden. And pushed back into the force of the stranger.

His weight was against her, seemingly all around.

“Good enough to eat, this sweet sticky treat” came the voice again, sprouting words that travelled down her spine.

A finger caressed her slit, touching what she had left unshaven. The thought embarrassed her strangely. She was not expecting company, had let herself grow out.
She disappeared into her anxious dream while fingers spread her lips and found her clit.

They worked her then and there and she was helpless, held still by the stranger. 

Her body betrayed her, and she slipped back into a dream…
There was a time, not so long ago. That she sat by the window of her bedroom, the window that looked out upon the beach from her parents beach home. 

And she wondered, so strongly, to the point that when she awoke from these dreams, she felt like she had been gone an age.

When her parents were working and Georgina had come home from attending her final year of school, she used to undress and sit about the house. Sometimes she’d read, other times she’d play guitar. Sometimes she’d sit by the window in her bedroom and masturbate, thinking of how one might pass by on the beach outside and see her Cunt. What if she stepped outside, what if they kidnapped her and took hold of her? 

What if she stepped outside, they kidnapped her and took hold of her and violated every inch of her cunt?

Georgina used to sit and wonder and come, allowing herself to be loudly. On the hopes someone heard.
Georgina thought all this and more as she was bent in the air, her tits exposed and covered in sand, her slit being massaged ever so delicately. 
Horror pulsated through her bones and yet it was followed by the afterthought of a tingle. Her daydream was back, coming true, was assaulting her with its strong scent of sea salt.

A hand, rough and strong, lifted her up high that her eyes were blinded by the sunset. And after a moments pause, it wiped her tits clean, revealing them for how they truly are.
“We come from far beyond the sea, a place where you should be”

His hands twisted her nipples and she coughed out a groan, her mouth still tasting of sand and seaweed. 

By the hair, the stranger dragged her out to where the ocean waves die down.
“What are you doing?” Barked Georgina, able to take the time to talk while the sand is far from her mouth. 

“Hold still, you little sight obscene, it is our duty to make you clean”

Georgina’s world went murky as she was submerged under. She could taste the water, it burned her mouth. She choked.

Then she came up for air, her ass still in the air, her body bring cradled by the stranger. 

In front of her, she could see the waves.

They crashed into her face. Again. And again, an onslaught of tangy waves. 

When she came above the waves, she realised the stranger’s palm was massaging her cunt, stretching her lips apart while its finger flicked her clit. 

“It is we who haunts, it is you who wants. It is we who fill, it is you who wills”

“What are you talking about?” Cried Georgina.

And when she was fifteen, she sat on the beach, her parents attending to the party up above. 
The hour was two in the morning, early. And the beach was abandoned. 

When Georgina was younger, she remembers sitting around the dinner table and hearing her aunt Emily talk about a time she had sex on the beach with an old flame, how the sand rode up her ass and stung her. 

Remembering this, Georgina pulled her panties down her dress and laid on her back. 

There was something erotic about the feel of the sand beneath her. And later, there was something about the stinging, the rawness of her skin, that drove her to wildly masturbate through the pain.

Georgina was bent down on all fours, her ass facing the onslaught of waves. They crashed around her, over her, stinging her ass and breaching her anus. 
At the very touch of this, her cunt contracted, and she wailed. 

The stranger held her by the hair, it’s clammy hands stroking her back.

“As you have dared, now you’re prepared” The voice seemed to echo all around her, reverberating within her head. 

When she felt something cool and thick slide inside her, she let out a Yowl that reminded her, in that moment, of her old distressed cat, that used to claw at the door when she wanted to go out. What had she become? 
The cool and thick thing filled her, stretching her cunt apart in ways she has never felt with any past lover.

Georgina stayed on all fours, looking, with her soaked and freezing face, up at her parents beach house where she was visiting for the weekend.
She went to speak but all that came out was a whimper. 

The cool and thick thing seemed to bring with it the cool, it slid up her body, enveloping her in the cool ocean water.

“Dad…” She croaked. “Mum..”

With the burning sensation of sand, Georgina felt the cool and thick thing reach its fill, coming to slap against her ass. She choked, feeling dizzy, feeling something build, feeling sick and horny and repulsed at the same time somehow. 

Her legs gave away and she collapsed into the ground, tearing her cunt free from whatever was inside her, wriggling and moving. 
Sand tore up around her thighs, covered her breasts again, as she panted laying on her stomach. 

When the voice spoke again, she felt it’s warm breath against her ass.
“There is nothing to fear, we have always been here”

The stranger lowered its mouth down upon her anus and Georgina kicked wildly, screaming. Nothing has probed her there, nothing bothered, no man or woman. 

Georgina never bothered to ask and here she was, paralysed by the slither of the stranger’s tongue. It circled around her edges, and hands forcefully spread her apart so the tongue could have a better taste. 

Georgina’s legs seemed to jerk up in response, locking into a pose. She croaked for her mother but nothing came out but a squeak.
It hit her as the waves came crashing over her, her orgasm came ripping out of her, forcing her to cry out in short guttural bursts, one after the other. She jolted once more, crying as her body was contorted past her level of comfort, as her orgasm subsided, dragging her into the ground. 

Georgina, in a daze, face planted into the ground, her body left to twitch to the stranger’s wet cold kiss. 

A moment passed.
Then another.
The waves came crashing over her, up under her cunt, which begged Georgina to touch.
Georgina rolled on her back and started to sob. 

When she heard the voice again, it was all around her. And as it spoke, it disappeared into the crashing of the waves. 

“There is nothing to fear, we will always be near. ”

Georgina sobbed as she sat inches before the surf, rubbing her unshaven mound furiously. She needed to come again. She had to. She couldn’t stop her hands, couldn’t keep them away from her nipples and clit. 

Sand stung her lips and brought her over the edge. 

Mouths To Feed, Part 1

When the bag came off her head, the pretty little thing went to run.

But the first thing she noticed was that her arms held up and chained above her head. And her legs were locked to cuffs that rattled against the bolts in the floor.

After she noticed that she was stuck, like a fly in a web, she noticed she was only wearing her bra and panties that she had put on for the date with the cute girl from English.

The cute girl that seemingly drugged her and transported her to….

The pretty little thing looked around the dark room.

First her eyes adjusted to the dark to see the rows of candles lined up on either side of the room.

Then she noticed them – three girls and two guys, it appeared. Completely naked and on their knees with their head bowed.

The pretty little thing rattled her chains and screamed. The air was moody and something smelled damp. Like leaving your clothes in the washing machine too long.

At the far end of the concrete slab of a room, two pale hands appeared, almost materialised out of the shadows — and clapped twice softly.
A woman, Hispanic, middle aged. Rose to her feet and stepped towards her. 

Her breasts were curvy, her nipples dark and inviting.

Her cunt was natural, untrimmed and yet possessing the beauty of middle age. 

She didn’t make eye contact with the pretty little thing, only looked down.

The pretty little thing screamed some more, even thrashed a little, but it was hopeless. 

The woman unclasped the pretty little thing’s bra and threw it aside gently. 

Feeling the cold on her nipples, the pretty little thing felt the rising frustration as she couldn’t shield herself from the prying watchful eyes of the naked people. 

When the Hispanic woman tore off her red lacy panties, the pretty little thing felt embarrassed. She wasn’t fit for being examined, came an odd thought. She hadn’t trimmed or shaved. She had, the thought went on, let herself go.
“Begin” came a voice at the end of the room. A voice from the shadows.

It was Male, relaxed. In control.

“Where am I? Who are you people?”

The Hispanic woman slapped her face and pain shot up through her cheek and splintered up to her forehead. 

“Don’t kill me. Just let me go”

The Hispanic woman slapped her again, this time leaving a burning sensation most unpleasant.

The nude people rose and moved towards her slowly, like zombies out of an old black and white horror film.

They shuffled towards her and the pretty little girl screamed till pain tore up her throat.

She coughed and took in a huge breath. It was no use.
A woman with blonde pigtails and perky tits kneeled before the pretty little thing.

The pretty little thing rattled her chains and tried so hard to break free but it started to tear at her wrists and ankles. 

The Hispanic woman disappeared behind her to places she could not see.

Suddenly she felt rough hands on her ass, then something soft and probing — her tongue. 

It parted her ass and teased her anus. 

The pretty little struggled against the new sensation. No one had done that to her before and it made her uneasy. 

As the two men, one lightly red and pale, the other muscular and dark haired, approached her, the blonde with the pig tails and perky tits lowered her mouth onto the pretty little thing’s cunt.

She struggled, struggled to push the invaders away, but she was locked into place. Forced to endure. 
A third woman emerged from the shadows, she was African American and her hand was between her legs, working furiously. 

With her other hand, she was twisting her nipples. Stretching it. The pretty little thing had never seen a nipple be contorted to such lengths.
The men each lowered themselves onto a nipple of the pretty little thing and she could feel madness beckoning her. 

She was being raped, assaulted on every front. No amount of wiggling or screaming could help her. She was, to all extents and purposes, their slave.
She could feel the tongue parting her anus and trying to slip inside. She could feel the tongue sliding between her slit and her clit.  

Her body was crumbling, giving way to the most primal urge, but her mind was ferociously refusing the treatment. But…
But?

But I do like my clit worked
, she thought.

To be continued…

Thoughts to keep warm during Winter

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When I tell her to bend across the pool table, I wonder what her mind is running to.
When I tease her slit with the pool cue, gliding in circles, I wonder if she is hesitant or welcoming.

And when I ease it into her, as it disappears inside her, will she buckle, will she tremble, will she tell me it’s too much or will she try and prove to me, rot herself, to the gods, that she is worthy, that she is the one. That I am the one for her.

O, will she slide back into it, to feel it stretch her, to feel ‘full’?
Or will she attempt to crawl away, as it is too much.
Which version do I want, obedience or struggle? Both harden my cock.

What will come out of those slick wet lips?
A guttural moan?
A grunt, in the most beautiful, animalistic, dare I think un-lady-like way?
Or will she sob? And if so, will that sobbing enchant me or dispel me?

How will her hair fall? Over her eyes? Over her mouth?
Will her hair stick to her wet luscious lips?

And will she come? Will she come again? Will she take the cue for me until I tell her no more, until she is so full it aches. Maybe it bleeds.

Such thoughts run through my mind. And warms my heart.

 

 

Savage Desires

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Note: I want to do a bit of a free form writing here. As I write this, I have no idea what I want to put out there, I just know that I have ideas swirling around and feel like writingSo be kind if it’s dodgy.

I have this desire within me.
The Beast wants to tear itself out of my skin and hunt you down, as if you’re some puny animal.
See, I don’t just want to tear your clothes off the minute you walk through that door: I want to drag you by the arm into the bedroom, I want to peel off those slutty lil’ panties you’re getting away with wearing. The folks at work might not know your wild streak. But I do. Oh yes.

I know you crave another woman. And I know your loyalty is to me and for that, I am eternally grateful. But to deny your animal impulses is to deny your humanity. Which is why I have her waiting completely naked in the corner. Our toy to play with. Except…I knew you would get jealous if I played with her. Thing is, I have no desire to do that. Merely, I wanted to take you from behind. I want to pound you into submission, to reach dizzying heights together. I want to fuck you till we are breathless, till you are soaking wet so much that we are soaking our sheets. The sheets that might be already soaked in our sickly sweet sweat.

I want to see you get turned on at performing in front of this stranger, I want to hear you moan for her, you little bitch. Get the horrible work day out of your system and show off that delicious darkness that’s inside of you. Let out that animal of yours because tonight, we let loose. And when we’re finally done, when I pull out to shoot my load onto your sweet ass in quick, short spurts, I am going to cuff you at your hands and legs  so you can’t move when you find out what I am about to do next.

I know you’re a sensitive being. I know you are going to buck as your favourite toy slips inside you. But tonight I want to show this pet of ours how well behaved you are at keeping still and taking the pleasure, all because you’re a good little girl, aren’t you?

So you’ll take our toy. You’ll take our toy on the highest setting. I want to hear you coo. I want to see those delicious goosebumps travel across your hard nipples. I want to tease the fuck out of our mutual friend in the corner, who will no doubt be eyeing you with extreme jealousy.

My aim is to have her mouth watering as I make you come..again…and again. As much as your body can handle the sensation. And I expect to see a nice puddle beneath your sweet thighs by the time I am done pushing you to the limit.

And then, you might ask? What then, Sir? What do I require of you?

I will break our mutual friend’s heart. For as much as you enjoy a woman, I want her to know that you will always enjoy my cock more than anything.  I want to see her face sink as you suck greedily at my cock – your reward for being a good girl.

I can’t help my nasty side. What can I say? I am who I am.