A Girls Shady Fantasy - Sandra Spice - ebook

A Girls Shady Fantasy ebook

Sandra Spice

0,0

Opis

I have this fantasy... It's just a normal, typical day, and I'm moving around the place, doing up the dishes, putting away those little odds and ends. My Sir is there as well, sitting in his chair, reading the newspaper, watching TV, doing a little work he brought home... He's very much aware of me as I move here and there, passing in front of him, bending to pick up a cup or straighten a pillow...

Ebooka przeczytasz w aplikacjach Legimi na:

Androidzie
iOS
czytnikach certyfikowanych
przez Legimi
Windows
10
Windows
Phone

Liczba stron: 105

Odsłuch ebooka (TTS) dostepny w abonamencie „ebooki+audiobooki bez limitu” w aplikacjach Legimi na:

Androidzie
iOS
Oceny
0,0
0
0
0
0
0



A Girls Shady Fantasy

A brat,without limits.

Table of Contents
The first fantasy
Another fantasy
The next fantasy
Fantasy in my mind
Fantastic fantasy
My hot fantasy
Forbidden fantasy
A simple fantasy
The final fantasy

The first fantasy

I have this fantasy... It's just a normal, typical day, and I'm moving around the place, doing up the dishes, putting away those little odds and ends. My Sir is there as well, sitting in his chair, reading the newspaper, watching TV, doing a little work he brought home... He's very much aware of me as I move here and there, passing in front of him, bending to pick up a cup or straighten a pillow. I feel his eyes upon me, but I ignore him...making sure I never walk close enough for him to reach out and pull me into his lap. I'm not in the mood...I've had a bad day...I'm maybe a little mad at him. For whatever reason, I don't wanna play...and he can just forget it! I'm busy. I'm new at this, still learning my role...but most of all I am a brat and the tendency to see just how much I can get away with is too alluring to always resist. "Katt." He calls. "Come and relax a minute." I shake my head without even looking at him. "Not now, I'm busy." I continue doing my busy work...and hear him rise from his chair. He comes to the doorway of whichever room I'm flitting about in. "Babe, come here." "I need to take the trash out." I reply...or sort these coupons...or put this pile of folded laundry away. What ever excuse I give it all boils down to this...I'm not gonna! And then I get within arms reach. He grabs me, pulls me against him, buries his face in the crook of my neck. "Baby you smell so good." He purrs, kissing my neck, nipping at my throat. I try to push away, but he's holding me tight, and he's stronger then me, so I can't get free. I can't make him let go. "I'm not in the mood." I whine. "cut it out!" His eyes narrow a bit at that. He doesn't like my tone. And he doesn't appreciate the attitude. But he's still mellow enough to gently cajole me. "You look tired, baby girl. Maybe we should go take a little nap." He smiles at me playfully and releases all but a gentle grip around one wrist, turning to lead me to the bedroom. I know that he doesn't really mean for us to take a nap. I know what he wants. And he's not getting it! "I said no!" I snap, and jerk my wrist free. He turns back and I see the flame in his eyes. I pushed the wrong button, broke that last straw, pushed the brat spat past cute. He's done with indulging me. Before I can even get the message...run now you idiot...from my brain to my feet he's sweeping me up into his arms and we're halfway to the bedroom. He tosses me onto the bed, and while I'm still bouncing he's pulling my clothes off, yanking my tank top up and over my head, dragging my jeans down my legs and slinging them behind him. He steps back to strip-and I quickly try to skitter off the bed, but he grabs me by the ankle and drags me back dead center. "Where the fuck you think you're going?" He growls in that deadly voice, and my pussy pulses and moistens. Oh, he's pissed all right! "I don't wanna!" I yelp, and try to escape off the untried side of the bed, but his body comes down on mine hard, pushing the air out of me, and he catches my wrists in one hand. "Don't care what you want at the moment bitch!" He hisses, his free hand flashing down to tear the panties off my squirming body. He jerks my thighs wide open and drops his body heavily into their cradle, raising his one hip up just enough to thrust his hand between our bodies and slam three fingers deep and hard into my cunt. At the same time he dips his head to suck viciously on a nipple, biting into the tautly swollen bud enough to sting. He raises his head, licks a long, harsh stroke of wet fire up my neck, and gives the lobe of my ear a quick, sharply painful nip, snarling low and furious into my ear. "This is my pussy, you little hellion...don't you dare ever think of trying to withhold it when I want to use it!" He pulls his wet fingers out of my slick cunt...I'm so excited and needy...I wanted this, pushed deliberatly...lifts my thigh and pushes it to the side, and slams his cock balls deep into me with one savage thrust, pushing his sticky fingers into my mouth to muffle my scream. I suck his fingers hard and eagerly, my body writhing beneath his. Feels soooo good, his cock brutally pounding my dripping pussy, the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together. He jerks his fingers out of my mouth and kisses me savagely. I scream into his mouth, harder, more, fuck me, use me...hurt me. And he knows what I am trying to tell him without having to hear a single word, because he knows me so well. He lets go of my wrists, knowing my little spat of brat rebellion has been completely curbed, pushes my thighs up until they're nearly next to my ears, and hammers his hard cock in and out of my clutching cunt. He's fucking me for his satisfaction, reaching only for his goal of cumming deep in my fiery cunt. But when he cums...I explode with him, my pussy pulsing, rippling the length of his pistoning shaft. He fucks me through his explosive release...then lets my thighs back down and collapses on my still shuddering body. "Oh God that was good!" I purr languidly in his ear. He lifts his head enough to smile down at me and kiss my swollen lips. "Incredible baby." And then he smiles diabolical. "But you know I am going to have to punish you." I smile back up at him and sigh. "I know." Sometimes the illicit thrill of being pure bloodedly brat is well worth any punishment...

Another fantasy

I have this fantasy... I'd be there, in your town, living in a little apartment somethere, working at a job, taking care of myself and business. Nobody but you and I knowing that the reason I turned down very flirtation, every hungry, lusty eye, every offer for dinner or a movie, was because I belong to you. I'd love, when we chatted in room, knowing that you were in reality only minutes away from me. Knowing, that just last night, you'd taken me hard and satisfyingly...or knowing, you'd be stopping by at 6 to fuck me before a breakfast meeting. This particular night, since we had no plans to see each other, I'd gone out with the girl's from work, a few drinks at the local bar, a lil dancing. Or maybe dinner at that Mexican place, mmmmm I love Mexican food. A few Margaritas, maybe a single shot of tequila-sans the worm please. Get home a little late, giddy with good times with good friends, and those few drinks not helping to settle me down any. I walk in the door, stripping off my constricting work clothes as I make my way to my tiny bedroom; heels kicked off barely past the swing of my front door, skirt sliding down a few feet beyond, silky blouse tossed casually on the couch, hated bra slipping free seconds later. I wish I could just go without the damn thing, giggle a bit, knowing exactly what your response would be to the idea of me going out and about with my perpetually taut nipples pressing revealingly against the silk of my blouse, the cotton of my casual tanks and T's. I make my way into my bedroom, now clad only in my silky bikini panties and the nylons that matched the day's outfit. I start up my computer as I slide the nylons down my long legs, shimmy the panties over my ass and down my thighs and reach for a nightie. Hmmmm, the tight red silk one that molds my tits the way a lover's hands would, or the short, almost "demume" cotton baby doll with the eyelits and lace? I sit down in front of my computer, a smile slipping easily into place, because I know you will be there, my lover, my passion-my Sir. As always it takes a while to get in to the chat, and your IM doesn't pop up on my screen, so I correctly assume you expect me to come to the room. You deeply enjoy the fact that it was you who tamed the wild, wanton katt. I get into chat, click onto the room, my eyes drawn unerringly down the list to your name. I cross the "room" with casual, content grace to kneel happily beside you. "Hello baby." You greet me and pull me up into your virtual lap. I purr my pleasure, and curl up contentedly in your lap. But as I've mentioned, I'm in a giddy mood and those few drinks aren't helping any. You speak with friends. And I slowly begain to bounce and pounce around the room with a bit too much kittenish verve. I'm not really misbehaving. I'm yours, and I don't want any other, but my casual, joking, teasing attitude is begaining to displease you. Suddenly, with no warning, you disappear from the room. I blink at the screen for a sec, then think damn, you must have been booted. But when I pop over to MSN, I see that it shows your status as being offline. Well that sucks, I sulk to myself. I was looking forward to playing with you either on IM or over the phone. Oh well, something must have come up. Suddenly I'm not having nearly as much fun, so I say my farewells and log off. Time to wash off the day's makeup, brush my teeth, and slip off to bed. But as I'm walking down the short hallway to the bathroom I hear a knock on the door. "Who the hell could that be?" I wonder, peeking before I risk opening the door this late at night. "Baby!" I squeal, flinging the door open. "I didn't think you could make it today!" My lover, my Sir comes into the apartment and shuts and locks the door. I look up at him with eye full of love, joy and pleasure...then freeze in place, and take two steps back. The eyes looking down at me are cold and menacing. "Did you have fun tonight?" He murmurs casually. "Chatting in the room?" He takes a step forward and I back away two of my own. "You were there baby, I always have fun when you're there." I answer carefully. Something's up here. And I'm not quite sure what it is. And until I understand, well I may be nominally blonde-but stupid, luckily rarely. I move casually over to the kitchen, drawing myself a glass of water. I'm not thirsty, but it gets me an extra five feet away from my intimidating lover, who's putting out the kinda vibes that would send me out the nearest window. Assuming I wasn't on the third floor. "So, did you yello him then?" He asks, and I freeze again, the water in my mouth nearly choking me as I try to swallow it. "Baby, you know I only yellow friends, and only after you agree that I can. You know I promised not to do anything like that again. Only one I want is you!" "Hmmmmm. Uh-huh." He drawled in that beautiful southern voice. "He sure seemed impressed with you." "But I didn't..." I begain. "He was hitting on you. You trying to tell me you didn't notice? You're not stupid, usually." He took two steps closer. "Or are you trying to tell me that I'm stupid and seeing shit that ain't there?" I am frozen beside the sink. The half full glass of water still clutched in my hand. Minefeilds all around me. Think girl, think! Calling Sir stupid would be a world of hell no! Likewise in regards to telling him he was paranoid. So where did that leave me? I thought about that one for a split second. It left me with a supposedly impressed guy hitting on me. Oh bloody hell but I was royally fucked! "I didn't do anything!" I yelped, dropped the glass willy nilly into the sink and with the music of broken glass orchestrating, my nerve broke, and I made a mad dash for the bathroom. It was the only room in the apartment that had a lock. And yes, both lock and door were fragile things. And I'm a former track star, but he knows me too well and he was ready. He caught me in the hallway, a scant two feet from the dubious safety of the bathroom, and suddenly I was in my bedroom, tossed onto the middle of the large bed I'd bought when I moved here.