Whatever BDSM/kink related thing you want to write about.
And now we come to the end. I’ve enjoyed this meme a great deal. Not only did it get me posting regularly over the last month, but most of the questions were actually fairly interesting to me as well. There is no question to answer or specific topic to talk about today though, so I think I’m going to do something a little different. This is a short erotic fiction I wrote about six years ago. It’s not great, but I’ve gotten compliments on it and I think it’s a good way to end the 30 Days of Kink.
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“He’s such a generous man,” she thought as she walked down the street. It was early in the afternoon and the sun was shining. She smiled. A lot of stares were being directed toward her, just as Mr. Blake had promised. She wasn’t surprised; after all she was wearing a Girl Scout uniform. The top was skin tight and half unbuttoned to show her large round breasts and lacy black bra, and the skirt was so short that if she were to bend at the waist her well groomed pussy would be fully exposed. To complete the outfit she was carrying a green messenger bag full of Girl Scout cookies.
She turned a corner. OK, third house on the left. As she approached the huge brick house she reached into her bag and found a brush. Before ringing the doorbell she brushed out her long brown pigtails. Reaching for a box of Thin Mints, she rang the bell.
A tall, athletic looking man with black hair, mustache and goatee opened the door. She smiled and in a cheerful voice said, “Hi! Would you like to buy a box of cookies?”
“Hmm, I don’t know…” his voice was very deep.
“Please? They’re really tasty, and if I sell enough I get rewarded with a badge.”
“Is the badge important to you?” he asked, a smile beginning to form on his lips.
“Oh, it’s very important to me, and I only have to sell two more boxes of cookies to earn it. I would do anything to get this badge.” She replied in as serious a tone as she could manage.
“Really? I have an idea then, come inside,” he invited, stepping back to let her in. He took her bag and set it on a table by the door, then led her into a comfortable looking sitting room. “Have a seat, I’ll be right back.”
She sat down on the plush cream colored sofa and waited. Before long she heard his footsteps coming back behind her.
He held a long piece of light green fabric in front of her for a moment before drawing it to her mouth. When she opened her mouth to ask what he was doing (as if she didn’t know), he pulled the cloth into her mouth. Then, as he tied it behind her head, he said, “Now, you just let me know when that badge is no longer important.”
Leaning over the back of the couch he kissed her neck and lightly ran the back of his hand down her cheek. Then he tightened his hand around her throat and whispered in her ear, “Stand up.” She did as she was told and he took her hand. He led her to a room where an iron bar with a curved end was protruding from the wall. The bar was about level with her eyes. He led her to it and tied her hands to it with another length of green fabric. She looked at him with big, frightened eyes.
She wasn’t frightened, she was curious. What would he do next? She was already wet imagining the possibilities. But Mr. Blake had told her to act scared. Mr. Blake preferred to see her hunger, her need. His friend, however, was turned on by fear. She could already see the bulge forming in his slacks just from looking into her eyes.
He walked across the room to a desk and rummaged in one of the drawers. When he returned he was holding a pair of scissors. Slowly, he cut the buttons off her uniform top, and then hung the scissors on the curved end of the metal bar.
He ran his hands under her open shirt and around to her back, then down her back and over her round, firm ass. His hands rested below her ass for a moment before moving down the backs of her legs, then back up and under her skirt.
“You’re a little whore, aren’t you?” he said, grinning as she shook her head frantically. “Yes you are. You are a filthy little Girl Scout slut. Not wearing any underwear.” He slid a hand in front of her and between her legs. She was dripping wet now. He inserted a finger into her soaked pussy. His index finger barely fit in her tight little cunt. “Perfect,” he thought.
He was hard now. His cock was straining to get out of his pants. He stepped away from the slut he had tied to the wall, unzipped his pants and took out his long, thick cock. Then he stepped back over to her and watched as her eyes started to tear up. That was all the persuasion he needed. He picked her up easily and positioned her so the head of his penis was just touching her pussy, then…he dropped her, letting gravity do its job. She moaned and tears streamed down her face as he lifted her again and dropped her again. He was ripping her in half, and it felt so good. Every time he dropped her she could feel his cock hit the very back of her vagina. Soon she forgot herself and began moaning with pleasure, arching her back and throwing back her head. He stopped. After lifting her off his cock and setting her back on the floor he turned and walked back across the room.
“You stupid bitch,” she thought,” Mr. Blake is going to be furious.”
When he came back a wooden paddle was hanging from his wrist by a thong. She looked at the floor. He walked behind her and held up her skirt.
One, two, three whacks from the paddle. He didn’t start of slow or easy, he hit her ass hard every time. Six, seven, eight; she was bent over now, juices from her pussy dripping down her legs and tears falling onto the floor. Nine was harder and ten was even harder than that. She heard the paddle drop to the floor. She was sobbing now and her head was hanging between her up stretched arms. She felt, just barely felt, his hands on her ass, spreading the cheeks. There was something cold enough to make her gasp drizzled on her puckered hole, then the head of his cock pushed against her back opening. She tried weakly to pull away, but he pulled her back and back until slowly inch by inch his entire cock was in her ass. Then he began fucking her. Thrusting hard, listening to her sob and choke on the gag. He got into rhythm with her sobs. Every time she let out a sob he would pull out till only the head was in her ass, then just as she was inhaling he would pull her fast and hard back all the way to his pelvic bone. The more he fucked her the more she sobbed and the faster his thrusts came. He stopped pulling her and began just thrusting by himself, with one hand tightly gripping her throat and the other massaging her clit. She was still crying, but she was also in heaven. She could feel his cock pulsing in her ass and she knew he was about to cum. Soon she heard him groan and she could feel the warm semen explode into her ass. His cock slowly began to shrink and he pulled out. His cum began leaking out and mixing with the juices flowing down her legs. She was hanging forward again. As he walked by her he pulled on the end of the cloth tying her to the bar. She fell forward onto the floor as he left the room.
After he had showered and put on clean cloths the man came back. She had finished crying and was sitting up now with her knees up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. He brought her bag to her and knelt down.
“Here,” he said, holding out some money to her. “I’d like two boxes of cookies.”
She reached into the bag and pulled out a box of Thin Mints and a box of Tagalongs.
“Tell Blake thanks for me.”