A young, pretty real estate agent finally meets a man strong enough to knock her off her career path and bring her to her knees. The results will have you flush-faced and tingling as Lauren takes customer satisfaction to a whole new level. M. Kay Moran is an award-winning writer, including an Emmy, a Clio and more than a dozen Tellies. With "Plaything" she turns her considerable talent to the craft of erotic fiction.
He was the only kid I knew who was more clueless about sex than I was at the time. No wonder we got married the moment we turned eighteen.
About ten months into our marriage, my older brother came home from semester break at college. He'd brought his girlfriend and the two of them stayed in the living room of our tiny apartment, since our parents wouldn't let them sleep together under their roof.
That first night, Duane and I lay in bed quietly laughing as we listened to our guests gently moaning in unison through the paper-thin walls. Then an interesting thing happened. Instead of ending in a spastic yelp, it continued on, getting louder and louder. Our laughter was replaced by genuine confusion as we listened to the girlfriend moan and gasp so intensely that I wondered if she was okay. Then I heard my brother tell her what a little "whore" she was for letting him "fuck" her "pussyhole" this way. And instead of getting mad, she actually admitted to it, saying she was sorry and that she "couldn't help it." But instead of accepting her apology, my brother insisted on spanking her, as if he was completely innocent in all this! Enough was enough, and I started to get up to go break up the argument, but Duane caught me by the arm.
"I think this is just how they do it," he whispered.
"What are you talking about, he's hurting her," I said.
"I don't think so," he said, "I think they're just freaks. Listen."
I lay back and listened intently as she actually begged him to pull her hair. He must have obliged because her groans got even louder with each thrust as I heard my brother's balls slapping against her ass or leg, or whatever the hell they were slapping against.
A good twenty minutes had passed and still there was no sign that they would be winding down anytime soon. My young husband lay next to me, motionless, as my brother fucked his girl with reckless abandon. Suddenly I started becoming moist in my panties even though I hadn't touched myself, a first for me. I rolled over and snuggled up to Duane, placing my hand on his stomach. He did not move as I slid my young, hopeful fingers under the waistband of his Dale Earnhardt pajamas and found his four-inch cock standing at full attention. Putting my lips directly to his ear, I whispered, "Make me your whore." And with that, his cock lurched and shot three thin spurts of warm cum in my hand.
So much for my first attempt at being dominated.
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Published September 27, 2012
by Ball Gag Publishing.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.