Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

“Oh, you’re trussing me up like a turkey, Daddy.” Delilah moaned. “Are you going to spank me silly?”

“That and more, my little city-bred wife.” He growled as he secured her ankles to the back legs of the chair.

With a deft pull he unfastened her corset and yanked it off her. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and stood bent over the chair, her hands and legs fastened and her welt ridden rump sticking up at him.

He smiled at the sight of her. A terrible urge to take her right then came over him but he suppressed it, not sure if he should let this kind of sadistic sex become a thing he desired.

Delilah tried to look at him, but she couldn’t turn her head around enough. She could hear him shuffling around and felt a chill run down her spine as she heard him crack the switch a few times in the air.

His heart began to race; he was going to use that stinging whip on her sore bottom. A pang of regret momentarily crossed her mind, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to provoke a man she barely knew.

“Oh, Daddy. Please.” She whimpered. ‘Let me go, I’ll be a good girl, I promise.”

“Too late for that, little minx.” Carson cracked the switch again with glee. “It’s time for you to know what’s around here.”

Delilah stiffened as she felt his coarse hands caress her naked buttock, tracing the fading welts from the night before.

His hard fingers seemed to soothe her; she relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of his probing touch. Bent over like this he had complete access to her pussy and poop-hole.

She felt her nipples begin to harden with anticipation as her breasts squashed against the soft cool leather of the chair.

“Say my name.” Carson growled and brought the switch across her buttocks, albeit gently.

The oiled thongs of leather stung her, but ever so slightly. He hadn’t even used a quarter of his strength as he had while spanking her with his hands. He struck her again, on her bare thighs; the pain was slight and strangely pleasurable. She began to feel a clench in her belly.

“Oh, Daddy.” She squealed. “I’m such a bad girl. Whip me.” “Again.” He snarled, striking her with a little more force.

“Yes, oh yes!” She almost sobbed, with more pleasure than pain.

Carson grinned at her writhing body, naked and trussed up at his mercy. He looked down at his crotch to find a bulge there the like he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. It was almost painful, straining against the tough material of his trousers.

He unbuckled his belt and let it drop to the floor. His rawhide leggings went next, followed by his shirt.

He stood as naked as she, and admired her form. His hand absently stroking his raging erection, Carson walked over to the front of the chair and undid her wrist binds. She looked up at him and gasped. The sight of his arousal filled her mind.

“Oh Jeb,” She whispered. “Oh, my…”

“Let’s see how many minutes you last on this.” Carson clenched his teeth and twitched his erect cock for emphasis.

“Oh, God! Jeb… that’s almost like a horse… you’re going to really punish me with that.”

“You’ve been a bad girl, Miss Harris.” Carson lifted her up off the back of chair. “It’s time you learnt to be the pleasant little wife that I paid good money for.”

Her ankles still fastened to the legs of the chair and with her still bent over the chair’s back, Delilah admired the near foot long erection waving before her wide blue eyes. She licked her lips, imagining it inside her mouth, the taste of it, the living warmth of it. It had been a while since she had last had one.

“Oh, Jeb… let me… please.” She opened her mouth, welcoming him in.

He gently brushed the tip against her quivering lips, teasing her. She couldn’t move forward to take it in, the chair restricting her. She stuck out her tongue and flicked it across the slit, tasting his arousal.

He groaned, deciding to not punish himself more than he did her, he pushed his pelvis forward, letting her take the whole head inside. The moist warmth of her eager mouth made his knees tremble. He grasped at her head and sighed.

“Oh, god!” Carson gasped. “This feels so darn good.”

“Mmm-hmmm!” Delilah nodded her head, taking more of his rigid flesh into the mouth.

“Yes, Delia, yes!” Carson groaned. “Suck my cock… I’m so hard for you.”

Delilah’s eyes began to water as he forced more of his organ down her throat; she gagged but shook her head slowly taking in more of it, beyond her choking point.

The throbbing of his erection inside her made her

pussy quiver; she could feel her own arousal trickle down her naked thighs.

Carson moved his hips back and forth, slowly fucking her mouth. He had never known that taking a dominating role would arouse him so much. He grabbed a fist full of her dark hair and looked down at her.

“Daddy wants to stick it in your pussy now.” He whispered hoarsely. “Do you want Daddy to punish you there?”

Delilah nodded her head vigorously, reluctantly letting go as he pulled his cock out of her dripping mouth.

“Yes, Daddy.” She panted. “Yes, I’m… uh… a bad girl… punish me real hard, Daddy.”

Carson slowly moved around her, leaving her secured to the chair, and positioned himself behind her again. His hard fingers dug into her soft buttocks and he stretched the yielding flesh out wide. Her young pussy greeted him with a dripping welcome.

She was in as much heat as a cow would be for his prize bull.

He lowered his face to her upturned rump and began slowly licking at her juices trickling down her shapely thighs. She wiggled and squealed as his tongue teased and tickled her.

“Oh, Daddy… oh, stop teasing me… I’m going crazy… fill me up… punish me.”

“Mmhh, I’m going to get a taste of this sweet city treat first.” He growled, jabbing his tongue at her yawning pussy.

Moving his lips over her entire pussy, Carson stuck his tongue deep inside her. He was pleased that she wasn’t a virgin. It wouldn’t have been as much fun if she was.

His hands squeezed her tender buns and he heard her sigh in contentment. Her body relaxed and she came right on his face.

“Oh, Daddy Dearest,” Delilah whimpered. “I’m so sorry, I couldn’t control myself.”

“Yeah, I’m going to sure as heck punish you for that.”

He grinned, lapping away at her nascent juices.

“Oh, please.” She moaned. “Punish me, Daddy, punish me.”

Carson’s heart raced. His engorged cock almost ejaculated on its own at the sound of her plaintive voice.

This woman was turning him on like never before. All the sexual encounters he had before, paid for or casual, were never this intense. His cock stood out like it used to when he was a teenager. This woman had started fires in him he never knew he had.

He groaned and grabbed her hips. It was time to plunder her whole. His cock surged and he pushed the apple sized head against her rose petal pussy lips. He felt her push her hips back at him, hungering, yearning, pleading to devour his manhood. He obliged with a sudden, powerful thrust.

Delilah squealed in delight. Carson’s cock was all the way to the hilt. Twelve inches of rock hard meat was

buried inside her. The tightness made her head spin.

She felt him twitching inside her, making streaks of tingling sensations course through her body.

“Jeb, this is so good… Oh, yeah… fuck me, Jeb.”

“Oh, I am.” He panted. “I am.”

Carson hammered away at his mail order bride with animalistic fervor.

Bent over and tied to a chair, being taken from behind, Delilah had never had this much pleasure in her young life. Carson’s rock hard cock slid in and out of her slippery tightness, the friction sending sparks all over her body.

She whimpered, sobbed and clawed at the upholstery, her body going through wave after wave of sensual delight.

“Who knew that you and I would be so compatible when it came to sex?” Carson panted, his hips moving like a piston, slamming into her, making her breasts jiggle and her breath come in short gasps.

“Yeah, I was so glad you were upfront with your needs in your letters.” Delilah gasped as she felt another orgasm rising within her.

“I know, I too am glad to have finally found someone who shares my tastes… in bed.”

“And everywhere else.” She laughed, slapping at the seat of the chair she was secured to. “And the best part for me… uhhh… is finding a man mature enough to know how to treat a woman right.”

“Delilah, you’re a match made in heaven for me.”

“Or hell, depending where we’re going.” She laughed and shook as her climax hit her hard.

“Oh, honey. All over my cock. This makes my day.”

Carson grunted, sensing his own orgasm about to rip.

“Oh, yes, yes!” Delilah cried out, as Carson exploded inside her. He leaned over her, squashing her soft breasts in his hands as his weight pressed her down over the chair.

“Oh, Delilah… you make me come alive.” He panted as her pussy clenched and squeezed out the last few drops of his love for her.

“As do you, Daddy Dearest.” She giggled.

“What next, my love?” He asked, slowly pulling himself off her.

“I need a drink… and then I want you restrained over the bed like a good little pony.” Delilah smiled as she reached down and undid the bonds on her ankles. “I’m going to show you my riding skills… special riding skills that they teach a girl only in the big city.”

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