Julian and Honey

Like a wolf focused on prey, I gave into her deepest desires. She lay with innocent eyes as I sucked her fat clit. Soulful moans made the journey easy as I tongue fucked her swollen pussy. Silk sheets kept chubby knuckles wrapped like a gift as I went deeper. A melody of soft notes spelled out my name in a burst. The attitude that led to the argument became a buried subject. In this moment we became what was always meant to be. Hi I’m Julian…

New story series Julian and Honey

Daddy [bondage] [collars]

After school, I waited downstairs by the car like he told me too. A long trench coat kept the rain off my body but kissed my face with tiny drops. Looking back at the door I saw him running to the car to let me in. I sat in the back wondering where he is taking me. The front seat was for good girls only and I had been so bad. He looked in the mirror at me with a stern face while driving . I became shy, putting my head down while fumbling with the straps of my purse. The car came to a stop which made me peer out the rain soaked window. Beautiful lights sparkled like diamonds as I began to assume our whereabouts.

My daddy escorted me from the car then placed a rhinestone collar around my neck. I looked in his eyes with a slight smile as he gave me the good girl collar. Daddy likes to give punishment for bad behavior which is a whole night of nipple pinching and paddling. I knew I had done something bad yet he flashed me a smile then grabbed the leash.

Large chocolate nipples pressed through my see through blouse as he placed the blindfold over my eyes. Trembling with excitement and wonder I felt his hand grab mine. As if I had become a delicate rose, warm satin sheets kissed my voluptuous frame. Soft moans freed themselves from my full lips as daddy turned me over onto my belly. Then suddenly my collar came off which made me think about his next move.

Flooded with endless fantasies, daddy began kissing down my back. Each kiss deepened as I felt his hard cock against me. The anticipation made me wild with curiosity as to what daddy would do next. My blouse loosened from the tight skirt as daddy put his hands on my large supple breasts. Pinching my nipples then slowly caressing made me feel good. As he kissed the back of my neck I felt his large cock. Tapping my ass with head of his cock, I knew something was different. Pushing the tip in slow I gathered the silk sheets in a fist. Then he pumped slow making me tremble with lustful thoughts. As he fucked his good girl, I felt his fingers massage my pussy. His touch took me so far I began to cum with no warning.

Deep inside my ass daddy asked me unusual questions. “Do you love me princess?”, he said while going in then out my bruised anal.

Clear yet confused I let out a soft yes. Arching my back to feel his full thrust, he asked another question. “Will you marry me princess?” He said as his thrust became slow while hugging me tightly from behind. I felt tears on my back as he waited for my answer.

As I pushed my fat ass into his face of tears he spread my cheeks. Kisses in between, he began to say I love you. “I love you princess, please say yes to daddy.” His tongue caressed my anal as I succumbed to his power over me. Fucking my anal with his tongue I told him, “yes daddy I will marry you.”

Her Panties in my Laundry

Nothing I hate worse than laundry day. My best friend convinced me to move to the city a few months ago which I regret. Long rides to work on the subway tests my patience. However, I manage but I hate doing the fucking laundry. Strolling into the laundry mat is not that big of a hassle yet I’m greeted by the same dude every time. His name is Michael and he is a sloppy stock broker that wastes his money on women and drugs. Every time I see him, its like someone dragged him from hell in jogger pants then combed his hair with a fork. When he says, “whats up?” I always reply with.”Same shit different load.” We laugh for a bit then he asks me about “Tinder.” We always go through my swipes which he seems to enjoy more than me. Pressuring me to swipe on any girl with two breasts is more like his life than mine. Instantly I’m like nah, she is too educated and I don’t feel like dating a fucking encyclopedia. We always chop it up for a few minutes then he leaves. Sitting in the chair, I kept swiping on Tinder profiles until I became bored all over again. Upon hauling my last load out the dryer I noticed a pair of white lace panties. I inspected it over like a detective then decided to just leave them on the counter.

As I began to exit a woman entered with a bewildered look on her face. She ran over to the dryer as if there was gold. I glanced over at the crumbled panties on the counter then quickly imagined them on her. I shook my head in disbelief that those panties could fit an ass like that. Scratching my head, I began to ponder being her panty savior. Then without thinking I blurted out, “Are these your small white panties?”She stood with arms folded and an arched brow. She slowly walked over to me, and I don’t know if I was in a surreal moment but an angelic light seemed to beam from her body. My mouth a gasp I could barely hold on to my load both in my pants and the basket. Her eyes went straight to the crumbled up panties then she snatched them up and rolled her eyes at me. I wanted to say something clever but the only words that came out my mouth was “Um yea.”She looked me over in disgust as she grabbed the panties. Close to my face almost in kissing reach she utters the words, “Yea my small as fucking panties white boy.”My body instantly shook with fear, yet I was curious about this strong black woman.

Two anxious days after that incident, I ran into the same woman again at work. Lovely curves made there entrance into my office like a hero. I knew she recognized me when a stack of legal documents got slammed on my desk. Her fragrance led an army into my body which made me look at her with curiosity. Long flowing black hair spiraled at the ends as if romance was on her agenda. Shannon had worked in my office for two years, yet I never noticed her. As she left in a hurry, I adjusted myself back into the creased leather of my chair. I sat for a moment pondering, how to approach her or at least get her to look at me. The day was almost over, so I decided to send her a skype message. It took a few minutes for her to reply, but she wrote “What!” Right then I decided that I need to see her expression so I went over to her desk.

“If looks could kill, I would be a dead man.” A raised brow served as a warning notice as I demanded her attention. Gorgeous curls fell at her round breast like tender drops of rain on a exquisite rose. My admiration grew as I focused all my attention on her body. I began to enter her world when suddenly she threw a pen at me.

“Say something or move from my desk.” she yelled while crossing one thick thigh over the other. I stood gazing into her eyes while straightening my tie. Another pen dropped off her desk which changed the narrative as I picked it up. As I rose to full stature, she looked at me with arms folded.

“Are you always this aggressive?” I said while keeping eye contact.

“Do you always creep on women at work?” She said while unfolding her arms while raising a brow waiting for an answer from me.

“Well, I’m sorry to intrude but something about you I like very much.” The pen became a distracting tool as I played with it between my nervous fingers.

“Look either you state what you want or get away from my desk.” She turned from my gaze and went back to her screen. I stood there lost then I decided to risk it all by telling her what I really wanted.

“Can you please turn back around? I said while waiting for her response.

Turning around slowly she says, “Yes may I help you?”

“Those panties you left at the laundry mat I want them.” A slight grin appeared on her face as she began looking at me in disgust. Her affectionate spiral curls became razor like as she looked at me with intense feelings. There was no turning around, so I continued.

“I want to rub my cock in those panties and think about fucking you every night. Her mouth opens yet no words leave her pretty lips. Therefore, I smiled at her while placing the pen behind my ear then walked back to my office. Moments later I went to get some coffee and upon my return I saw her leaving my office in a hurry. When I returned to my desk I seen a pair of panties and a note. The note merely said, ‘Meet me in the break room after work.”