Bitch :: Challenge winner

The lovely Sarah of  Geek Girly was the winner of the Challenge I set on New Years Eve.

She requested a story with a blindfold and a man that was no good for her.  Here is what I came up with.

:: Bitch ::

His breath was warm on my neck, it smelt of the peppermints he ate to disguise the smell of beer and cigarettes that went  hand in hand with his job as bar manager.

I knew that he was a womaniser, everyone did.  I’d even consoled friends with wine and chocolate when they realised they had only been Miss Right Now, but still I had accepted his approach.  As far as I was concerned he was another fuck as surely as I was to him, I didn’t expect more than this night.  Funny thing is as he led me into the bar cellar and slipped the blindfold over my eyes I realised that even though we all knew the girls he had been with not a one of them had ever said anything about how he fucked.

“I’m not going to pretend I can remember your name, so I’ll just call you bitch. You don’t have to like it, but if you argue I’ll walk away now, okay?”

I nodded my head.  When I’d walked into the bar with my friends that night and his smile and raised eyebrow had told me that I was his choice for the night I had felt like a bitch in heat.  My nipples had tightened under my dress and I had felt the spreading warmth in my cunt.  My clit throbbed as I’d stood at the bar ordering drinks for my friends.

I knew it was all a game and I was happy to fall in by his rules.

He turned me around, without my sight to help me balance I wobbled against him a little, he held me and guided me to sit back.  I felt the metal rim of a beer keg against my thighs, a little too high for comfort I folded back against it, half standing half sitting as he lifted the hem of my skirt.

“Take your knickers down bitch and show me your pussy, don’t make me do all the work”

Wriggling I pulled my thong down, I knew he would see the shine of my wetness on it.  Opening my legs I could feel my slick need for him on my fingers as I exposed myself.

I waited.

“Very nice and because you have such a pretty wet cunt I’m going to be kind to it”

I felt his fingers on me, easily finding my clit and circling around it, flicking and teasing it, making me gasp and bite my lip, afraid to make a noise incase he stopped.  I felt him close the distance between our bodies as he gently entered me with a single finger.  Whispering in my ear as I pushed to meet him.

“My pretty bitch, that feels nice doesn’t it?  I’m not going to be mean to you, I want you to enjoy yourself, open wide for me”

I couldn’t refuse, the need to feel him fill me was overwhelming.  The slow withdrawl of one finger and deliberate screwing into me again with two then three had me gasping for breath.  As his mouth closed over mine, my arms were round his neck and I was kissing and panting and clinging onto him.

“Let go for me, come for me, I wont stop till you come over my hand.”

I needed so little encouragement, splayed on his hand, his pace pefectly matched to me, I pushed my hips forwards and threw my head back as the snake of my orgasm snapped through my body. Sliding and recoiling back and forth on him.

“Pretty bitch I’m not finished with you”

And suddenly I was tipped back, feet off the floor, knees up, I guess hooked over his arms, and his hands on my quivering stomach.  Mouth to cunt he started on me again.  With no time to recover from his hand I was surrenderd on his tongue.  Sucking, licking, biting the sensations exploded in me like seeds tossed on a fire and as I lost myself to him again, I stopped trying to think only to feel and to come.

When he finally pulled his mouth from me and spread my own come over me with his kiss I would have done anything for him to not finish, to not send me away.  I was sated by still hungry, his touch had created a never ending appetite in me.   His hands closed in my hair and he pulled me off the keg and onto the floor, pushing me onto my hands and knees, the stale smell of beer rose from the rough floorboards as he unzipped and positioned himself behind me.

I tried to push back to swallow him with the cunt he’d made so wet, so swollen and ready, but I found myself trapped.  He gripped his hand tight in my hair, pulling my head back as if to encourage my greed for him, but his palm on my hip stopped me from reaching him.  He rubbed at me with his cock, tipped me toward it and back from it.

“And now you’ll know why it is called doggy style pretty bitch.  There are two conditions to me fucking you.  First you must never tell anyone what we did, you can say we fucked and that I’m great but never tell the detail.  Secondly you must bark for me.  One bark to agree not to tell and then one to beg me to fuck you.”

Trapped in so many ways, I hesitated only long enough to draw breath, lick my lips and deliver two clear barks.

“I want more”

His cock head nudged into me, I could feel the smooth flare of it pushing into my pussy.  I barked again, he pushed further and then I realised, the only way to get my fucking was to bark like the bitch he called me.  So I did. I yipped, I yapped, I wooffed and howled while he fucked into me, hard, fast and feral.  He’d got his prize, his bitch for the night.

Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

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5 Responses to Bitch :: Challenge winner

  1. Smileywench January 4, 2011 at 9:01 pm #

    Lovely stuff.

    Thank you.

    Reply
  2. Lisa January 4, 2011 at 9:06 pm #

    Wow! And you want to stop writing?!

    Reply
  3. Geekgirly January 10, 2011 at 4:52 pm #

    Love this story Ruby!! Thanks!!

    Reply
  4. Erika Moran March 10, 2011 at 6:45 am #

    Delightful. Leaves you wanting something when you get through reading it…

    Reply
  5. Muj August 20, 2012 at 3:20 pm #

    WOW!!! made me very Horny :) xxx

    Reply

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