Toy Story….

Toy Story

“Are you comfortable, baby-girl?”

She wiggled on the bed and tested the thigh sling holding her legs spread wide. “Yes Sir, I’m fine. But you can tighten the straps some more if you want to pull my knees back farther.”

“That’s an excellent idea.” He adjusted the straps, pulling her knees almost to her chest. “How does that feel now? Are the ropes on your wrist too tight?

The ropes binding her arms to the bedposts were tight, but she needed the pain to distract her, otherwise the game would be over too soon. With her legs spread wide, her arms bound and a blindfold covering her eyes, she was completely vulnerable, totally exposed, and accessible for her-Sir’s enjoyment. How delicious.

“I’m ready, my-Sir. Let the game begin.”

Fire exploded between her legs before the sound of the slap reached her ears. “I’ll decide when the game begins, Princess. To remind you, once the game begins, you will have to guess what toy or implement I’ve used on your body. There will be five objects and you will have three guesses for each. If you guess all five toys or implements correctly, I will allow you to come. If you miss just one, you will receive our previously agreed upon punishment…and no orgasm.” He pressed two fingers into the wetness of her hot sheath and she moaned. “Understood?”

Her abdomen clenched with tingling anticipation. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good-girl. There is one more caveat to the game. If you climax before I give you permission, the game is over – you lose.”

She sucked down a calming breath. “Yes, Sir.”

“OK, let’s begin.”

She jerked in the sling when something wet lashed her clit. Coarse stubble rasped her skin and her breath caught in her throat.

“Tongue, that’s your tongue.”

“Excellent, My-slut.”

Pleasure and pain closed around her pebbled nipple. “Nipple clamps, Sir.” Her nipples, an autobahn express to her pussy, practically sighed with pleasure.

“Oooh,” popped out of her mouth when a ribbed object breached her rosebud. “Butt-plug, Sir.”

“Brava baby-girl, that’s three – just two more to go.”

An all too familiar buzzing sound filled the room, just before the vibrations in her cunt sent pleasure rippling through her entire body.

“Wand, magic wand,” she gasped.

“Yes, now one more to go.” The buzzing grew louder and the vibrations stronger. He’d upped the wand’s speed – evil man.

Pleasure spikes pricked her arm. “Needles.”

“No.” The vibration grew stronger.

Barbs of pain stabbed her thighs. “Pinwheel, Sir.”

“No baby-girl, you have one more guess.” The vibrations grew stronger.

Her impending orgasm crested and she hovered on the edge. Prickly heat erupted wherever the stinging darts touched. She bit her lip and focused on the repeated tiny nips from whatever toy or implement Sir used all over her body.

Implement? Could it be?

“Fork, it’s a fucking fork.”

“Good-girl.” Sir climbed between her legs and the air rushed from her lungs when he slammed his cock deep inside her. “Now – come for Me.”

© 2015 Will LaForge

This story first appeared in the Hot-Off Erotica Tournament as my semi-finals submission for a story to be written in 500 words using the keyword prompt – ‘Fork’.

 

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Where The Horror First Began….

Bed and Breakfast

Dick checked his watch again. “Ms. Gordon, what are you doing in there? I want to check out of here and hit the road by Noon.”

Barbara danced out of the bathroom wearing a sheer, white sundress flowing to mid-thigh. “Ooh, he called me ‘Ms. Gordon’ in his dominant voice. You know I get moist when you act all macho. Well, Mr. Grayson, since we’re being so formal, what do you think?” She did a little pirouette that made the dress rise high to show off her defined legs, shapely ass and cleanly shaven pussy.

“You’re not wearing panties, or a bra.”

“No Dick, I’m not. What’s your point? This way you’ll have easy access to the goodies in the car. Mmm, and judging by the lump in your pants, you haven’t had enough of me yet.”

“No, I can never get enough of your sweet goodies. Come here.”

He pulled her into his arms and licked her lips. When she ground her hips into his groin, he pulled up her dress to squeeze her delicious ass.

From his secret hiding place in the wall, Norman squirmed with growing envy. He’d watched the amorous couple all through the night and returned this morning just in time to see the man mount the wanton slut again. The floor under his feet was sticky with his own spent emissions, but he’d have to wait until they checked out to clean up the mess. Norman barely stifled a groan as he freed his aching cock from the confines of his jeans.

Dick leaned back and turned his head toward the wall. “Did you hear something?”

“No, baby, I didn’t hear a thing.  To be honest, all I want to hear are your moans, because I’m going to take the edge off you before we leave.” She pushed him onto the end of the bed.

“Barbara, we don’t have time to fool around. We promised Bruce we’d be back for weapons training tonight.”

She undid his pants, yanked them off and then dropped to her knees between his legs.  “This won’t take long. You haven’t cum in my mouth all weekend and I’m hungry.” Dick’s big cock popped free and she engulfed the head in her mouth.

“Oh my god Barbara, you’re right, this won’t take long.”

She mumbled around his cock. “Do it. Come for me. Shoot all your juice down my greedy throat.”

“Fuck, I’m coming!” Dick shouted.

Behind the wall, Norman trembled with lust. Once again, he found himself torn between wanting to be him…or be her. He wiped the drool off his mouth as he imagined swallowing a man’s seed. Norman stroked his cock, once, twice, and then he spewed a torrent of his liquid essence all over the wall and floor.

****

Mrs. Bates smiled at the young couple. “We hope you enjoyed your weekend here at the Bates Bed & Breakfast. Hopefully, you’ll come back next spring when we open up either our new motel or hotel.

© 2014 Will LaForge

 

This story first appeared in the Hot-Off Erotica Tournament as my submission for a story to be written in 500 words using the keyword prompt – ‘Hotel’.

Photo attribution for the Bed and Breakfast picture provided – Free image courtesy of FreeDigitalPhotos.net

 

 

 

 

The Marsten House

The Marsten House

“Go ahead, Lance. What are you waiting for? Stop being a chicken shit.”

“David…shut the fuck up. Just give me a few minutes to think.”

Lance was dizzy from the onslaught of adrenaline juicing his veins.  With slow, deliberate steps, he turned and walked back down the porch steps. The sound of David’s soft footsteps followed. He leaned against the tall oak tree in the front yard, struggling to breathe. Sweat moistened his palms and icy tendrils of fear snaked down his back. The foreboding shadow of the ghoulish Marsten house loomed over him as he nervously dried his wet hands on his jeans.

His best friend spoke softly, “Lance, are you okay?”

Lance looked at David as though he’d recently escaped from the looney farm.  “No, I’m not okay,” Lance whispered. The howl of a wolf pierced the night and he shivered. “I…I don’t think I can do it. Tell me again why this is a good idea.”

David laughed. “Come on dude, you’re kidding…right? This is the chance of a lifetime.”

“If going into that house is such a golden opportunity, then maybe you should be the one to reap the rewards. Seriously, you have more experience with this kind of thing than I do.”

The full moon peeped through the cloud shrouded night sky and cast a surreal glow over the yard. A light came on in an upstairs’ room and both young men looked up to see a woman silhouetted behind a partially drawn window shade.

Lance gasped. “Sssh,” David warned.

The shapely woman faced the window and stood with her legs spread wide. If she was aware of their presence, she obviously didn’t care. She raised the shade until only her face was blocked, but the shadow between her thighs beckoned to Lance and his cock sprang to attention. Her hands slid down her legs and bunched in the hem of her short negligee. Slowly the wispy wrapper inched up her creamy flesh, but stopped just short of paradise. She held the pose for a long second and then the light in the room went out. Lance blinked and she was gone.

David slapped him on the shoulder. “Oh my god, did you see her?”

“Fuck yeah. I’m sure that was Birdie.”

“Well, are you going in there or not?”

Lance adjusted his painful erection. “Maybe.”

“Maybe…are you shitting me? If things were different, I’d be in that house right now with one of the Marsten sisters’ legs wrapped around my neck.”

“I’m sure they would prefer you over me.”

David groaned. “They want a virgin…that’s you, not me. I wish two freaky sisters wanted to take my cherry when I was nineteen. Now stop being a pussy and go get that pussy.”

Lance inhaled a deep breath. “You’re right. I can do this.”

Lance marched up the steps and the gateway to his wet dreams creaked open. He walked into the silent, pitch-black house and the door closed behind him.

© 2014 Will LaForge

 

This story first appeared in the Hot-Off Erotica Tournament as my submission for a story to be written in 500 words using the keyword prompt – ‘door’.

Photo attribution of the Marsten House provided – Free image courtesy of FreeDigitalPhotos.net