Little Perversions - Sex Stories

Little Perversions

... calf. “I’d do anything.” “I’m going to double you up,” you tell me, slipping one of my stilettos off. You bring the candy-red stem to my lips and I lick the milk with long sweeps of my tongue “These slutty red shoes,” you say, turning them to the side carefully so that I can clean the base of the heel with my mouth. “You like to wear them when you fuck, don’t you?” “Yes.” “You’ve been a damn dirty girl while wearing these.” “Uh huh.” You put your hand on the small of my stomach and press me backward until I’m resting on my elbows. I watch you drag the stem of the heel past my lips until it’s lightly scraping my neck. Down it slides, tugging at the wrecked fabric of my mesh top and circling each nipple until the stiletto continues a journey down my abdomen. It traces the curve of my pelvis, slipping over my smooth milky mound and rubs against my clit. It feels hard and unyielding and yet the tension of wanting to come has me welcoming the sensation and my hips lift slightly off the table as it rhythmically rubs against my sweet spot. “Oh fuck, put it inside me,” I finally whimper. “Please…” I’m practically holding my breath as you begin to work the rigid heel into my wet pussy. You slowly edge it inside me until it’s nestled in tight, all the way up to the base of the sole. “Fuck yourself with that heel,” you nod. “I wanna watch my little slut show me how much she wants to come.” I seize the base of the stiletto and begin moving the heel in and out, coating the shiny red ...

... leather with juices. It feels sublimely erotic to have you watch me shamelessly grinding it into my wet cunt. I can feel your dark eyes on me taking it in, enjoying the building desperation. It slides in and out, the edges applying pressure in all the right places until I’m pumping it harder and breathing quicker. The moans swell in my throat until I’m begging you to fuck me. I hook my legs over your shoulders and you pull me forward until I’m at the very edge of the table. The thick head of your cock is pushing against my slippery asshole and once again, you slide in easily. Everything feels so tight and raw as my hands slip between my thighs and I take hold of the shoe, slowly sawing it in and out of my pussy in rhythm with your thrusts. “Think you can take it harder?” “Yes,” I sob, and I’m eager for a whisper of sweet pain. “Fuck, don’t stop. Just like that.” “I’ll always fuck you like that,” you say, breathing harder. “You’re mine, Babydoll, even if you don’t know it just yet.” “I know it,” I swear as I edge closer. “You own me.” “Say it again.” “You own me,” I sob. “This ass, this cunt, this dirty little mouth.” “And that filthy mind,” you say in a tight voice, thrusting harder, groaning, until I’m squirming and my nails seek to embed themselves into the red leather. “I fucking own that too.” The heat rushes through me and I’m unable to hold back. Instinctively my back arches and I wedge the stiletto in deep as your cock drives me into my long-awaited climax. It releases ...