• Ram a butt plug in my ass and make me your bitch

     More Wicked Words: An Erotic Short Story Collection Fuck me! I thought I liked it rough, but the woman in this story is a right kinky bitch. I've just come out of a long, hot bubble bath and I've read a rather dirty short story, taken from Black Lace's More Wicked Words: An Erotic Short Story Collection about a woman who becomes her lover's bitch for the evening. In fact, she becomes his dog. He shoves a 'pony tail' butt plug in her ass (much like the Doc Johnson Pony Play Butt Plug) and begins his series of mental, physical and sexual commands. If you like the idea of being dominated, you'll love this...

    The following is excerpt is taken from an erotic short story called Bitch For An Evening written by Rowan Michaels and is featured in the Black Lace book More Wicked Words: An Erotic Short Story Collection.

    'Bitch!' I heard. 'Come here and leave that damn tail alone!'

    I blushed again, feeling like I had been caught doing something forbidden and hurried over to you once more. I noticed your pants had the button down and your hands were on your thighs...


    'If you really want to be my bitch, you'll please me with that mouth of yours. Now!' you ordered, desire thickening your voice even more than usual. I looked at you, somewhat puzzled, wondering how in the world I would be able to do as you ordered and still act like a dog. I reached up and grabbed the zipper delicately in my teeth, tugging it down as gently as I could. Then I went to the bottom of your pants, grabbing the cuff and tugging. You sat on the edge of the couch and raised up slightly to give me just a little help. It took a while but finally I had you out of those trousers. The underwear was my next obstacle. Fortunately, you were wearing boxers today – a surprise – instead of your usual briefs. I could see the bulge of your hard cock just barely brushing against the front of those boxers, just enough to make me desperate to get them off and my mouth on you. I tugged these off a bit fiercely, anxious, waiting.

    I could see your smile growing as you watched my impatient teeth wrestle with the boxers, knowing how I wanted that cock in my mouth, knowing how desperate I was to please you. I lost the power to even think in words at this point; lost the ability to form coherent thoughts. I wanted. I needed. I had to have. These were the only feelings driving me on and encouraging me. Finally I had it, had you in my mouth, your hands on my head pushing me like you've never pushed. You were obviously using me, filling my mouth and throat with that unrelenting cock, smiling all the while. I could hear you, when you would slow down enough for me to catch my breath.

    'That's it. That's a good girl. Take it. Take it all. Come on, bitch, work it, work my cock.' It was almost a mantra, grunted and pushed out of your tensed lips, your mouth drawn, your breath rasping.

    I don't know how long this went on; I lost track of time and space, of even who I was. All I knew is that I was filled with this incredible sense of surprise when you pulled yourself from my hungry mouth and slapped me on the arse, making the tail twitch and the butt plug move inside me, reminding me again of its presence. Your eyes were glazed with passion and I knew I would do anything, anything at all, to please you. I wanted it so badly. I wanted to make you come. I wanted you to have you get to heights you'd never dreamed of before, using me as your instrument. I wanted to feel absolutely and completely engulfed into and by you.

    You whipped me around so that my back was to you and you grabbed your cock. You didn't guide it into me. You didn't ease it into me. You didn't take your time. You were not gentle. You slammed that hard cock into me hard. Fast. Over and over. You took me roughly, but I was ready for it. I was ready for you. You fucked me single-mindedly, repeating the word 'bitch' over and over. I was moaning and whimpering, totally unable to hold back the noises that were being pummeled out of me. Your hands were hard on my hips; I would wear your fingertips as bruises on my body for the next week. You held me still as you careened into me again and again and again, like a runaway train.

    This was not 'making love.' This was not 'having sex.' This was you, flat out, full force fucking me. Using me as a place to house your cock again and again.

    I lost track of how many times I had come. I didn't know where one orgasm stopped and the next one began. I didn't know anything except that there was a persistent howling, a consistent howling noise that I could not seem to recognize as my own voice. With a gasp and a shudder, I could feel your body give itself over to orgasm. I couldn't believe how you hadn't come by then. I could not see how you could have possibly held out against that onslaught, but you had. You came only once, but it felt like the world had crashed into a complete standstill.

    You let me clean off that hard cock with my tongue, and then you let me clean off the rest of you as well. You pulled me to you and stroked me sweat-soaked fur.

    'That's a good girl,' you whispered. 'That's my good little bitch.'

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