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Ascending the crowded stairs from the train station, the avenue is
After climbing the 5 sets of stairs, I’m relieved to close the door
Heading to the flashing numbers, I press the button to retrieve my
The sound of the crowd below beckons me to the window. An Indian
In the distance, the sound of haunting music howls from the first
The reflection from the lighting bounces off her long straight raven
I can’t take my eyes from her, as the parade funnels through. When
My body tingles at this sight. Who is this woman? Damn, who is
When a masked figure donned in leather approaches her with a star
I’ve never felt more alive, watching this woman, inquisitive to see
I kill what’s left in my glass with one gulp and hurry to pee. My mind
I start to fill my glass when a knock on the door stops me. The gap of
I mutter to myself, “What did I just do?” Every part of my body
Closing the door, I look at myself in the foyer mirror. Why was I
Quickly I shed my moist evidence and slide into a pair of jeans.
A sharp knock on the door and I rush, not thinking any longer. I
She points to the footstool near my best chair I own. I had saved
A flood of my own juices erupt from her brazenness and gestures
The pleasing feeling of her leather shoe gliding down my inner thigh
Never have I wanted more. And yet she stops. Standing up in front of
Pulling finger by finger she removes her gloves exposing her long
I sigh and she turns, looks over her shaded lenses, scorches me with
I hear her head to the bathroom, then watering running. Minutes later
With a swift slide of my shoulders, she has my head hanging and
The feel of cold metal on my collar bone has me gasp, I bite my lip to
I sneak a glimpse just as my kitchen tongs clamp down on my nipple.
Frightened knowing the consequences of my actions, I lay silent. She
Feeling the pressure of her thighs on my head, I arch my skull up and
She rides up on my face, and I pleasure her asshole, first licking then
Opening her legs, she releases me from her headlock. My head falls
Feeling her spread me wide open with both her hands, I arch my hips.
Her low-toned voice has my ears listening to every slight sound. A
My moist slit is graced by her gentle touch, her finger massages my
The tip of her nail circles my hole. A methodical thickness grows to
She begins fist-fucking my cunt. Almost leaving my hole then forcing
Then… Simply she says, “cum.”
The pain on my tortured tits meet with the pleasure of my abused box.
She smoothly releases her hand from my throbbing pussy, my body
Her heels fade. In my blurred vision, I squint to watch her silhouette,
I fall into a deep sleep and am awoken by the phone. The machine
SHORT STORIES OF A SEXUAL MUSE …#6
The Pagan Dweller
By ~ bumper girl tattoos
lined with police officers and wooden barriers. The annual Halloween
parade overcrowds the already busy Friday night partying of the city. The
visiting masqueraded mob is enticed and tempted by the vendors, selling
New York novelties and dirt-water franks. The pungent smell of charcoal
heating pretzels and assorted meats are mixed with incense and weed. I rush
to grab a slice of pizza and get to the solace of my apartment.
behind me. Entering, I hear the familiar beep from my answering machine.
Instantly I drop my keys in their usual dish and stash my briefcase under the
foyer table. My corporate world is erased as I remove my shoes and strip my
body of my suit. Hmmm, well, at least for 2 days that is. I head to the
kitchen to snatch the vodka from my freezer and grab a glass. I put a
cigarette to my lips and light it, inhale it deeply, pour a shot and shoot it
down.
voice messages. Fucking reminders of friend’s Halloween bashes I
shouldn’t miss, some asshole recording that says that Election day is
November 4th, so get out and rock the vote. And the last message, so faint,
the voice was, I struggle to hear it. Hell, I replayed it numerous times, but
all I got outta it was, “I’m in town, if not busy, hope to see yah.” I have
another drink and put some sweats on and a tee.
summer’s night has fallen and the view is spectacular. Glow sticks and
necklaces, illuminating paint decorates half naked bodies and the scantily
bright costumes of the crowd have me intrigued. The parade hasn’t even
started but the party has. I pour myself another drink.
float. The crowd sardines up to the barricades and starts cheering. And in a
flick of an instance, one figure stands out. She doesn’t mesh with the
swarm. She stands majestically alone. She’s tall, taller then most in front
of her. From top to bottom she’s clad in black.
hair. Eyes covered by black framed sunglasses. Her black turtleneck and
fitted jacket accentuate the broadness in her shoulders. Her tight mini skirt
and long legs have anyone near her sneak a double take. To watch her stand
in her stilettos, the teardrop muscles in her calves, you know she has
strength. The cat nine tails held in her right gloved hand, dangles on her
thigh proving this is not a holiday disguise.
she brings a cigarette to her lips, magically a small waif figure appears and
lights it for her. The feminine figure receives several whacks for her
gracious deed then bows her head and retreats.
she? I grab for my glass, fill it almost to the brim and ravenously swallow
half of it down. I curiously continue to watch, as different figures approach
her aiding her every whim.
bucks’ cup, she draws a string from their leather pants waist. She pulls it
taut the whole time she patiently drinks. Then, there’s one hard yank and she
drops the attached string, she is done with him and her drink. And again, the
same body language is repeated, his head bows as he steps away.
what would happen next. Another cigarette up to her lips and anxiously a
lighter trembles in front of her. This seems to displease her, with cigarette
in her hand, her lips move. He kneels before her and cups his hands. She
uses her human ashtray to put it out. On his knees he crawls away. A tap of
her free hand to her thigh and eagerly an attentive figure shows up. A point
of her finger downward in front her and he kneels. I strain to watch, as his
hands fumble with his ears. She bends forward, speaks, then he scampers
off.
ponders what it just saw. Can this be real? I return to the window, the parade
is in full throttle and so is my buzz. My eyes directly head to where she is
located. And she is gone. Vanished. Looking in the general area, she’s not
to be found. Looking greedily, I’ve lost sight of her. Is this my punishment
for taking my eyes off her? A stranger to me, yet somehow I ache inside to
watch her.
the chain lock allows me a full view of my visitor. A handsome tanned 30ish
man, with dark brown hair and eyes stands there in a draped sheet. His toga
costume exposes a clean shaved chest. His bare nipple is pierced with a
metal “Q” letter shield. In each hand he holds a waxed ear plug. With my
eyes fixed on his hands, he introduces himself. “I am Keller, loyal slave and
messenger to my Queen.” I look into his intense eyes and he continues, “My
Queen is amused by your inquisitiveness to watch her, she requests a
meeting tonight and will be here shortly. Shall I tell her you will be ready
for her?” Confused by my alcohol intake and enthralled with what I had
been scrutinizing all evening, I sheepishly nod yes. With that he places the
plugs back in his ears and exits down the staircase.
feeling a endorphin pulse. I was so safe and protected behind my door. What
have I welcomed into my world? Could it be a Halloween trick being played
on me ? But how? How did she know I was fascinated watching her?
worried about my appearance? My nerves were frayed. I hunted to find a
new pack of cigarettes. Pulling the cellophane ribbon from its sealed
wrapping, I thought, she could wrap me and I’d gladly do whatever she
commanded. Lighting my smoke and inhaling deeply, I notice my hands are
shaking. I’ve never been this sexually excited before. My wet stained pants
surely would reveal my desire to have her control me.
Standing in front of the bathroom sink, I run the cold water through my
fingers and trace them through my cropped hair. Looking at myself, I was
petrified with fear. A fear so electrifying, I couldn’t make up my mind what I
wanted.
swiftly opened the door. And there she stood, perfectly erect. Taller then my
aerial view could take in. Quietly I stuttered, “Please come in.” As she
enters, her heels echo off the wooden floor and ricochet throughout the
rooms. Her stride oozes with confidence. Closing the door, I notice Keller
across the hall. I lock the bolt and hastily join her in the living room.
almost a year for it. The finest and softest leather imported from Italy. She
speaks one word, “sit” and I do immediately. With my head arched up to
watch her, she calmly eases her body into the warmth of the supple leather
chair. Crossing her legs, she rests her shoe on my lap. A lewd smile appears
on her face. Fearful to scan any further, I keep my eyes glued to her inner
thighs and the little bit of her hairless groin exposed in between them.
toward me. Tapping her pointed shoe on my knee, I’m speechless. Countless
minutes pass, then slowly she arches her foot to the inside of my knee.
Shifting it from left to right, back and forth, opening my legs little bit by
little bit. My eyes no longer on her, but cast down, knowing she sees my wet
stained crotch. I have no time to think or be embarrassed. My thoughts are
only on how controlled she has me and how eager I am for her next move.
is accompanied by the forcefulness of her heel driving into my jeans. My
breathing deepens as her sole taps my privates and her heel taunts my ass. With
every release of her tap I feel my ass being teased by her heel.
me, she removes her jacket, revealing a strange symbol tattooed on her right
shoulder. On the other the Eye of Cyrus. As she bends back to place her
jacket on the chair, I smell her scent from beneath her skirt. So enticing the
fragrance, I lick my lips. She catches a glimpse of my delight when she
resumes her position in front of me.
black polished nails. Neatly placing them on the arm of the chair, she moves
away from me. I remain on the footstool, frozen, watching her saunter to
the table, I’m in a trance of some sort. She picks up a cigarette, lights it.
With every move she makes, her strength and power oozes from her, even as
she inhales from the filter, she teases it with her lips.
her piercing green eyes. “Do I bore you, my pet?”, she says. It’s the most
she has said since she arrived and I quickly shake my head and mumble
“no”. Finishing up her smoke, she gestures with her hand for me to come. I
get up, very aware my nipples are jutting through my tee shirt. I head toward
her, with eyes downward, knowing she sees how shamelessly excited I am.
She guides me to sit, then walks half way around the circular table. My back
and spine arches feeling her examining me from behind. Her commands are
precise, “Lay down”, “Keep your eyes closed or I shall close them for you”
Even before my body reaches the polished wood my eyes are sealed. “Be
still and don’t move”.
her heels fade toward the kitchen. I don’t budge, fearful of what she did to
the others in public. My breathe quickens as the rhythm of her eloquent pace
struts back into the living room.
fighting to keep it straight with my body. On the other end, my knees bent
on the edge of the table. My body taut, awaiting for what she will do next,
she grazes my elbow as she maneuvers to my legs. A rapid sound of plastic
ripped from its forked blade in its box and my calf is seran wrapped to the
table leg. Seconds later my other calf is hostage to its correlating leg. I’m
spread eagle and my tight jeans emphasize my pussy lips. As speedily as she
had my legs bound down, she had my forearms secured. “Such tight pants
my slut wears” she whispers in my ear, as her fingernails scathe my nipples,
then pinch and twisted my rigid pertness.
stifle my panic. My tits flop from the confined cotton as the snip runs across
my flesh from the top to the hem of my tee. My hips rise and my forearms
and calves tighten from their bondage.
“Not to look, you have been ordered, my bitch”. I squint my eyes shut, cry
out and thrust my body. As quickly as the fix was received it disappeared.
The flip of a lid landing on the floor, then a thick coating applied to my
eyes. “Now open all you want, my whore” as she laughed at me. Afraid of
any serious pain I kept them shut. The sound of the tongs thrown up against
the wall, I knew she was displeased with me.
makes me wait. And wait. Then in a feeble voice, I mustarded up a plot to
gratify her. “My Queen, please forgive me, I beg for you to control me”.
Even saying the words, I knew I truly meant them and it was no ploy. My
tightly bound gash wiggled as I spewed out this statement.
open my mouth. With the heat of her inner thighs on my ears, my tongue
meets her slit, instantly my saliva breaks through her lips only to be greeted
by a barbell pierced through her clit. Gently pulling it between my teeth, she
moans. Her rocking back and forth, then rotating, has my tongue persist to
give her an orgasm. The lube from my eyes has her easily slither about, as
she orders me to suck her clit. The force of her strong thighs clinch my head
and she demands “Tongue my hole” “Make it sharp, fuck my pussy”.
Stiffening my tongue I enter and exit her by bringing my tongue in and out
of my mouth. More quicker, more stiffer, her scent is in every inhale I take.
Her muscles tightens, her pussy flexes and a gush of her juices release and I
eagerly slurp in her lovely cum.
darting its sweet entrance. I’m humping the air, with the restraints holding
me in place. She bends over me, in a 69 position and unbuttons and unzips
my jeans. “Naughty girl with such tight pants” and I feel the scissor scuff
along my trimmed bush. “Pleasure my holes, my slut” and as I do, she
shears my pants from my gash. Compressing her hand between my restricted
crotch seam and spread legs, she digs deep into my pussy, first one finger,
then another, I ravish her holes adoringly. Edging from her finger-fucking
me, I moan on her orifices. As her clit grows harder, she removes her fingers
and stands upright. Grinding into my face, I suck her button and she groans
and I taste her juices once more.
limp. My face drips with her cum, my tongue instinctively searches to
clean up her discharge. She moves about me, as she thrushes my nipples
with slaps and then grinds. Each thud so brisk, every grind so slow, I can
feel every bristle from the brush. My anguished whines from the heat and
sting that rises, has me tingling and praying for more. If I were allowed to
rock my hips, I’d cum from this demonic stimulation. She situates herself
between my restrained legs, pushes the brush up the inner seam of my leg,
nearing my exposed mound and provides me a barrage of smacks. She pulls
the cut crotch away from my dripping vagina, slides her fingers between my
lips, rubs then pinches my clit. The pain skyrockets to my brain, as my body
convulses. “Oh how my whore wants her pussy abused” I buck, I moan out,
“Yes, Queen”.
The heated whispers of her words on my clit, “You’ll be a good little girl,
not move till given permission” has me lower my butt down. Each drawn
out pronunciation assaults my gash like a flick of a tongue. “Is this
understood?” I nod my head. And with her last word, “Speak“, it feathers a
soft waft that has me so submissively say, “yes, my Queen.”
flimsy tap, then another, then another. The repetitive sequence gets closer, as
sore nipples get a twist, followed by a clamping pain. I whimper. Tweaking
the tips of my engorged bound nipples, I bite my lower lip, to smother my
wincing. Her nails trickle the sides on my ribs, then curve in at my navel.
Slowly she edges to my mound. A moan emits from beneath my clenched
gag.
bud. While her other hand slithers underneath, my inner walls are greeted by
her finger. Gradually it exits, to have 2 fingers replace it. Deliberately taking
her time to exit, then I’m welcomed by three. Turning them as she strokes
my clit, curling her fingers this time as she leaves my gap.
plug the width of me. My pussy flexes on her hand. Twisting and turning
inside me, I flex harder. My outer lips contract around her wrist. Stretching
her fingers within me she generously manipulates my clit. I start humping. I
plead in the most child-like voice, to cum. But she stops all motions. In a
calm manner she says, “ I have not given you permission to move, yet you
do.” Like an adolescent being scolded, my yearning dissipates.
herself back in. “Be a good little girl and hold that cum.” She penetrates me
repeatedly, as my cries develop into screams. With her hand deep in me, she
arches my body and continues to pound me. Dividing two fingers alongside
my clit, she orders me “thrust your hips.” The friction edges me. I’m
hanging on a thread of ecstasy, holding myself there. I’m floating
somewhere between reality and desire and I’m holding. Holding on for her
command.
Under her command, my hole quivers, shakes, rocks, grinds on her hand.
I hump so hard to feel my clit rub against her vice grip fingers I flood an
orgasm that lingers like never before. A cry so extreme, I huff to catch my
breath. My heart beats so ferociously. Every vein in my body is pumping
blood throughout me.
falls limp. My senses are dazed. Her voice so relaxing, tells me, breath in,
now exhale darlin’. Angelic presses remove my bindings, yet I groan. Groan
that it’s over. Clothespins unclamped, seran wrap snipped from my calves
and forearms, a tender wipe to my eyes smears the vasoline away. I curl into
ball, so small, so weak, so quiet, yet so peaceful. She softly places a blanket
over me.
as she opens my apartment door. She stands there, turns and says, “Be a
good little girl and get some rest.“ Keller closes the door behind her.
picks it up. “I’m in town, if not busy, hope to see yah.” I reach for the
phone, say hello. From the corner of my eye, a pair of tongs lay on the floor.
From:Violetta
Amazing!! ...speechless, I fucking love it!
From: billy
your devoted one
You had me from the beginning... wishing that it was me with you. licking in
places and touching you with deep desire.... deep deep deep I fall in to your trap. Bound
from head to toe your standing over me teasing me to the point of insanity...Please i beg
let me feel your warm wet flesh on my wanting tongue. arching ever upward, hoping to
breath in your sweet nectar. straining ever closer to the pink and shimmering folds of your
clit................
From: littierich
hello
i like your site ms bumper.
i would love to be your pet always.
i will do anything you say. lets meet.
i will be your slave any time. i will get dress up for you.
From: doug
pics
no more pics of you bumper?..i am soooooooooooooo disappointed.
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