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Here's one for the ladies:  What's in your handbag right now? 
Submitted by Kadeeae.

Two keyrings, one wallet, pens.

One mobile phone.

One small blue vibrator.

It really is tiny, half the length of my index finger.  Handy; it clips onto my finger, so it's an ideal combination of using my fingers on myself and the vibration.  It's in a little black case, so it's discreet.

I carry it at the order of my husband and master; he takes great delight in texting me instructions for its use occasionally.  His messages come with no discernable pattern; sometimes I'll get two in one day, or one a day, then there'll be nothing for a few days, even a few weeks.  It's just something he does when it amuses him.

There really is nothing quite like the thrill of being in the supermarket and getting a text that reads "fuck yrself 4 5 min no cumming", and knowing that you have only fifteen minutes to send back an acknowledgment that you've followed orders.  I've finished shopping trips early to get to a public bathroom and fucked myself after checking under the doors of all the stalls to make sure I'm alone.  I've pulled over in roadside rest areas and run that little blue vibrator over my clit until I was sure I couldn't hold back my orgasm any more.  I've masturbated in the bathroom at work after everyone else has left, the sounds of the vibrator and my own groans echoing off the hard tiles.

And then I text him back saying I've done it; sometimes he'll call me and order me to cum over the phone, so he can hear me.  Sometimes he'll text back telling me he's going to fuck me when I get home, so I'd better still be wet and ready for him.  Sometimes my text disappears into the ether, and I have no response - until we're both home and he calls me a slut and a whore for fucking myself in a public bathroom.

Mobile phone and a little blue vibrator...

What's your morning beverage of choice?  Coffee, tea, juice?  Homemade or store-bought?

The obvious porn answer, of course...

One thing I love is when he wakes me up by using my hand on his cock, if you understand what I mean - he takes my hand and uses it to masturbate with.  It wakes me up, and signals me that he's in the mood.  So I wriggle down in bed, and start licking; he lets go of my hand and lies back in bed.  It's not a time to rush; I lick and suck his balls and the base of his cock, and slowly work my way up to the head.  If he wasn't hard already, he is by the time I get there.  Sometimes he'll come in my mouth - that's my 'morning beverage of choice', obviously, but sometimes, just as he's reaching that point, he'll pull me away from his cock, and come on my face; I'm not allowed to clean it off until he's had a good look at it.

Gets the day off to a good start...

There are many things that make her react the way she does to him, but first and foremost, it's his voice.  Deep, quiet; even when it's coloured by good humour - as it often is, he's not a dark person - his voice can still make her tremble.

Right now, she's curled up; he's wrapped around her, her raw, flogged back pressed into his chest.  The contact stings but it feels good too, a last reminder of the pain he so thoroughly, carefully, lovingly, inflicted on her; it wraps around her as his body does.  She can feel him breathing, slow and even, the warmth of him.  Most of all, she hears his voice, that soft rumble that curls and wraps around her, touches every part of her like something physical.  There are words, but she's still too far gone to comprehend their meaning; the tone, though - the love and comfort and gentleness - that, she can never mistake.

Continued from Gangbang 1:

The man beneath her came, grunting, thrusting up into her cunt, adding a fresh load of come; the nipple-twister pinched cruelly hard, then pushed her forward, back onto her hands and knees.  "Now," he said, "and I want you to myself; you don't suck anyone else, or touch anyone else until I'm done."

She couldn't answer; he thrust into her then, sinking his cock into her cunt in one smooth, easy stroke.  Large; she groaned in pleasure, moving with him.

Then something else - a well-lubricated finger touching her asshole, then pressing inwards, dual penetration by his finger and cock...

...and she groaned in pleasure at the sensation, being taken twice over at once. He fucked her slowly, finger moving in and out of her ass in time with his cock in her cunt; she moved with him, sighing softly in pleasure.  Then another finger, stretching her further.  She welcomed it into herself, head bowed, relaxing as much as she could.

"You like it?" he asked, and she moaned assent.  It was true; she'd long had a fondness for anal sex.  "Good.  Because that's how I'm thinking of taking you."

"Please," she gasped out, and heard him chuckle behind her.

He withdrew; there was a brief pause, and she heard the sound she'd missed before, a bottle of lubricant being opened.  He'd applied some to her with his fingers; now he added lube to her own natural juices on his cock.  The next feeling was him setting the head of his cock against her asshole, and she shivered; she'd felt the size of him when he'd been inside her before, and she knew that she'd have to stretch to take him.

"Relax," he said.  "It'll go easier if you can do that."

She nodded, taking a deep breath, already anticipating how it was going to feel.

He did it gently, easing the head of his cock into her ass; she made a high-pitched noise at the invasion, and he groaned.

"Oh, that's good; tight," he said.  "Come on; if you want the rest, you've got to come and get it."

She shuddered, and leaned backwards, slowly impaling herself on his cock; she had to stop and adjust twice, but soon she'd taken all of him, could feel his balls against her ass cheeks.

He let her rest and adjust for a moment, then his hands went to her hips, holding her steady as he began to fuck her.  Slowly at first; she moved with him, groaning at the feel of his cock moving in and out of her.  She could feel every inch of it, and it was good.  She reached back between her legs, fingers unerringly finding her clit; slicked with cum and her juices, a hard little nub.  She played, fingers slipping over and around until she found the right rhythm and pressure, and felt a new climax beginning to build in her belly.

"Come for me," he said, his voice urgent.  "Fuck yourself, come for me; I want to feel it."

And it was going to be so easy, too; she pressed and flicked, stroked herself, until she was shuddering and moaning, climax approaching.  Then it overtook her, and she came; her whole body tightened up, and she gasped at the added sensation that climax brought.  He did too - he felt it, her asshole tightening suddenly around his cock as she came.

His hands dug into her hips; he took control of her, pulling him back onto his cock as he thrust inwards, shifting from slow, languorous strokes to something faster, harder.  She let him, glorying in the sensation; something had shifted in her perceptions and now thought was disappearing; all she had was sensation, pleasure, a cock to fuck her, fingers - another climax rolled through her, and she bucked under him, crying out.

That triggered him; from slow and steady to faster, now he lost control and fucked her savagely; she welcomed it, begging him to cum, fill her.  He did, spurting, fingernails digging at her hips, adding an extra frisson of pain.

Then she felt the weight of him on her back, his body hot, sweaty.  She bore his weight, relishing it, whimpering when she felt him withdrawing from her.  Felt, too, a little rill of cum and lube.  She shuddered.

"You're a good fuck," he said hoarsely.  "Give me half an hour and I'll be back for another taste. I'm gonna go shower, but look."

He pointed sideways; she followed the direction he pointed, and saw another man on his back, cock hard, inviting her.

"Fuck him," he instructed.  "He's good.  You liked the spit roast?  He's got friends here - they specialise in making 'em airtight.  Mouth, cunt, ass.  You'll like it."

Obedience and self-interest concurred; she moved swiftly and mounted this new cock, sinking down onto it, feeling it filling her cunt.  She sighed in pleasure; animal-like, she'd given herself over to carnality, and this was what she craved.

She heard the nipple-twister, the one who'd just ass-fucked her so satisfyingly, whisper something to this new one; she didn't hear what, didn't care, and also didn't care when he gestured to someone else.  All she cared about was the cock in her cunt, and she rode it eagerly.

Someone behind her pressed her forwards; she leaned obediently, aware of another presence behind her.  He pressed her down onto the man she was riding; she realised what he intended, and reached back to spread her ass cheeks, to give him as good a shot at her asshole as she could.

He entered, slowly; she groaned at the sense of fullness.  She'd never done this before, double penetration, a cock in her cunt and ass at the same time, and she could feel herself being stretched, filled.  Over-filled; something short-circuited, and whatever rationality she'd still retained fled in the face of the overload.  When they started to fuck her, she couldn't move, only moan in pleasure, fingers contracting and scratching, kneading, at the belly of the man beneath her.

Then a hand grasped her hair, turning her head sideways; a man standing there, cock erect.  She opened her mouth wide, willing, eager, but had no chance to suck or taste; he held her head steady and began to fuck her mouth.  Within a few strokes, the taste of pre-cum filled her senses, and she began to moan in pleasure...

[Note: what follows is fiction, though it's written in first person.  That's not how I generally write these, but it's how this one came out.  Oh yeah, and I'll get back to the gangbang one.]

It's late at night: I'm stretched out on the couch in front of the laptop.  The light from the screen - the only light in the room - shows that I'm masturbating, my hand between my legs, fingers playing with my clit.  Hard, too - I'm not stroking, I'm striking, whipping myself, feeling the size of the dildo I've inserted in my cunt.  And it all feels good; for the third time, I'm approaching climax.

A new phrase shows up in the chat window: a user named thickhardcock is doing the same thing I am, masturbating over my words as I masturbate over his.  We've built a scene, starting out with me kneeling before him, ending with him virtually fucking me up the ass.  I had my first climax when he was ordering me to virtually suck his cock, my second when he slapped my face - again, virtually - and now, my third is about to overtake me as he sends me the message that he's just jerked himself off into his own hand, and that he's imagining me wearing it on my face.

The thought drives me, and I fuck myself harder, fingers frantic on my clit; I'm going to be sore when I'm done, and I'll enjoy that too.  My climax surges, and my cunt tightens around the dildo.

Another message appears while I'm mid-climax; it's a minute before I can focus on the words.  It's the other chatter, the one who's embroidered this whole scene with me.  He's telling me I'm a good fuck; he enjoyed the experience.  He's about done up for the night - but his friend's online...

I lick my fingers clean to type a response; I'm just started for the night...

The house was an isolated one, on the outskirts of the city; the nearest neighbour was more than half a kilometre across the paddocks.  There was a closed gate as they drove up, and a man with a torch there.  They stopped, and Cameron gave their names; the gate guard ticked them off on a list - invitation only - and opened the gate to let them drive through.

So, here they were; an impromptu parking lot outside a nondescript blond brick house.

"Last chance to back out," he said.  "Open that door, and it happens."

Catherine nodded, the gesture quick, birdlike.  Fear and anticipation warred inside her; inside the house there were a few other women - four, they'd been told - and upwards of thirty men.  Gangbang party.  It was her idea - but could she really do this?  She wouldn't be forced, they'd been told that - but she was expected to participate.  To fuck, suck, be taken....

"I'm ready," she said.

He led her into the house; again, someone waiting at the door to check their names against a list.  "Can't be too careful," the man said.  "We like to keep it organised."  He introduced himself - Rick - and called another man over to give them the tour of the house - the areas involved in tonight's activities anyway.  The next man introduced himself as Geoff, and showed them the kitchen, bathroom - piled up with plenty of clean towels, available for use whenever anyone needed or wanted a shower, he said - the living room.  Then the room.

"Not open yet," Geoff said.  "We don't open it up until half an hour after the last guest arrives; it gives people time to get to know one another."

The room was large, lined with mattresses.  "We've got five of you tonight," Geoff said, meaning five women ready to be fucked.  "You'll be able to spread out a bit around the room, and the men will be able to get a good view."

He led them back to the living room; she stuck close to Cameron, holding his hand tight for reassurance.

"Don't worry," Geoff said.  "Every man in this room will treat you with respect."

And fuck her.  With respect.

The living room was crowded; the chatter of - she performed a quick headcount - upwards of thirty men more or less drowned out the soundtrack of the porno movie playing on the television.  Catherine stayed close to Cameron, holding his hand tight still; some of them talked to her, asking her a little about herself, obviously seeking to put her at ease.  More talked to Cameron; idle chatter, ignoring the fact that there was a chance that, in a little while, they'd be fucking his wife.

She found it at once unnerving and calming; it seemed so everyday.

There were other women in the room; the four others promised, the other parts of the 'entertainment' for the night.  And a few others, too; one introduced herself as Rick's wife, and promised to keep an eye on her during proceedings.  "We always keep a close look on the first-timers," she said matter-of-factly, "just to be sure that nobody gets overwhelmed."

"Does that happen?" she asked.

Lynn nodded.  "Sometimes; not often.  Mostly, when people show up here, they've made up their minds to do it.  The ones who are going to bug out don't show in the first place."

They talked until Cameron looked at his watch; the half hour was nearly up.  They'd be beginning soon.  He drew her to one side, a dark hallway.

"Are you ready?" he asked.  He held her; she knew he could feel her trembling.

"Yes.  Are you?"

He didn't answer immediately; she knew this was going to be harder on him than on her.  "Yes," he said, and kissed her - hard, roughly, pressing her back against the wall.  "I'm not going to fuck you tonight," he said, but his fingers were beginning to work on her clothing, stripping her down to bra and panties.  "But don't forget - you're mine."

"I know," she said.  His touch was getting her wet, his hands roughly pinching her nipples, pressing against her pussy.  "You could, now, before it all starts..."

He bit her throat; it would leave a mark that everyone would see.  "No.  But I will later."

"Good to see you're eager to get going," another voice said: Geoff.  "We're taking the women into the room now."

She followed him meekly, looking back over her shoulder at Cameron as she walked away.  He'd watch over her; he might fuck one of the other women to relieve himself during the night, he might not, but he'd be watching her even then.

"All right," Geoff said, his voice carrying over the crowd gathering in the room.  "You know most of our...entertainment for the night.  Marita, Kelly, Tammy, and Rachel have all been here before."  As each woman was named, she stepped forward, staking out a place on one of the mattresses.

"This is Catherine," Geoff continued, and she slipped her hand out of Cameron's and walked forward to stand beside Geoff.  "It's her first time tonight, so be gentle with her--"

"Not too gentle," she said, surprising herself with the innuendo.  It got a laugh.

"She's assured us that she's as ready for it as any of our other four lovely ladies, so feel free," Geoff continued.  "In fact..."  He raised a hand and began to knead her breast, pinching the nipple, already upstanding.

She looked at Cameron; he watched, face immobile, and then nodded slightly, giving her permission.  When Geoff pinched again, this time she gasped; when he reached between her legs, she allowed it, spreading a little to give him better access.

"She's definitely up for it!" Geoff crowed.  "That's what we like to see!"  He kissed her, pulling her close to him; she flinched momentarily at the feeling of someone new handling her so intimately; his tongue flicking into her mouth made her shiver, and then she caught sight of Cameron.  Another slight nod, and this time she gave herself over to the experience, tasting the unfamiliar, feeling his cock against her leg.  She dared something, rubbing a little; he made a noise into her mouth, pleasure.  Another noise when she dared again, opened his fly and reached in to stroke his cock.  Hard; not as large as Cameron's, but respectable.

Over his shoulder, she caught a glance of one of the other women, kneeling, one of the men with his cock in her mouth, her hand wrapped around the cock of another man, giving him a hand job.  Another woman was on her hands and knees, being fucked from behind, while giving head to another man who knelt in front of her.

Geoff's hands wound in her hair and pushed downwards; she knelt and took his cock in her mouth, running her tongue around the head.  He thrust in then, the head of his cock going to the back of her mouth.  His hands grabbed harder, holding her in place; he fucked her mouth, slowly at first, but then faster.  She did the best she could, keeping her lips tight around his shaft, flicking and rubbing with her tongue.  He grunted as he thrust, the zipper of his jeans pressing onto her cheeks with every thrust.  She raised her hands, not to slow him, but to cup his balls, massage them.  She could feel them tightening - then he came, flooding her mouth with come.  "Swallow," he groaned, and she did, savouring the taste.

Only for a second, though; hands were putting her down onto hands and knees.  Fingers probed at her cunt; she knew what they'd find, wetness.  "Ready, all right," a new voice said; the fingers moved to her clit, slipping and sliding, and she moved with them, rubbing herself against the fingertips.  "Horny little thing," the voice said.

Another man knelt in front of her; she focused on the important, a hand stroking a cock.  "Wait," this one said.  "I'm gonna fuck your mouth, but not until Rick's in you from behind.  We call it a spit roast."

The one behind her laughed.  "Oh, she's gonna be a lively one, I can tell--"  She swayed against his fingers, finding the right angle and pressure and rhythm.

"Let me come, please," she gasped.  "Before you fuck me, let me--"  She didn't finish; orgasm overtook her, and she cried out.  The fingers went away, then - she screamed when he slammed into her, feeling huge, his hands hard on her hips, yanking her back as he thrust into her.  The scream was muffled almost immediately, when the man in front of her thrust his cock into her mouth.  Reflexively, she sucked, crooning in pleasure as the one behind her fucked her.  The pleasure was overwhelming; not physical, though that was present, but mental.  Being an object, being used for the pleasure of others; testing the limits of what she could do, what she could take.  She reached back between her legs, finding her clit and playing with herself; strange hands found one of her breasts and began to knead, finding the nipple and twisting cruelly.

"You like pain?" a voice whispered in her ear; she made as much of an affirmative noise as she could with her mouth full of another man's cock.  The nipple-twister evidently understood; he pinched harder, nails digging into tender flesh, and she moaned.  "I'm looking forward to fucking you later tonight.  Your ass, maybe - or maybe I'll tit-fuck you, and come on your face--"

Her fingers on her clit turned frantic; the man behind her grunted and came, fingers digging into her hips.  "God!" he cried out, slamming into her; she came as well, driven by the use, the pain at her nipple, her own fingers.

The cock in her mouth was only a few moments behind the one in her cunt; another flood of come for her to taste - saltier than the last, more alkaline.  She swallowed greedily, chasing the cock as it withdrew.

Not far, though; fresh hands guided her sideways, urging her to mount a lying man.  Only one cock in her this time, but she felt the nipple-twister moving to stand behind her.  He was hard; when she leaned back, she felt his cock against the back of her head.  Then he reached down over her shoulders, one hand on each nipple.  He lifted her breasts, letting her nipples bear the weight of her breasts; when she moved, riding the man beneath her, the pressure on her nipples increased and decreased, pain and pleasure blending.

"Play with yourself again," he said softly.  "We all like to see that."

She did; wetness due not only to her own arousal, but to the previous fucking; it felt good.  When she licked her fingers - the act drew an appreciative murmur as she tasted herself and come - it tasted good too.  She rode slowly, impaling herself rhythmically on the cock beneath her, fingers playing with her clit in time with her motions.

"Good little slut," the voice behind her said.

She looked around the room, seeking Cameron; he was still standing and watching, but she could see his erection.  As she watched, he moved - he walked past her, stroking her hair on the way past, walking to one of the other unoccupied women, and kneeling behind her.  When he took her, it was roughly, his cock sliding into her and making her gasp in pleasure.

She hadn't been sure how she'd react to that; the sight of him fucking someone else.  To her surprise, if anything, it increased her arousal, seeing him like that.  She could imagine that it was her, take pleasure in knowing that it soon would be.  Not here, unless he changed his mind, but later...

The man beneath her came, grunting, thrusting up into her cunt, adding a fresh load of come; the nipple-twister pinched cruelly hard, then pushed her forward, back onto her hands and knees.  "Now," he said, "and I want you to myself; you don't suck anyone else, or touch anyone else until I'm done."

She couldn't answer; he thrust into her then, sinking his cock into her cunt in one smooth, easy stroke.  Large; she groaned in pleasure, moving with him.

Then something else - a well-lubricated finger touching her asshole, then pressing inwards, dual penetration by his finger and cock...

"All day?" she asked doubtfully.

He dangled the ben wah balls in front of her, holding them by the string.  "All day, my little whore.  Take them."

She was naked, having just come from the shower.  She sat on the edge of the bed, and scooted back a little, sitting there with her legs spread wide, showing her waxed pussy.  He preferred her that way, smooth.

"You might want to play with yourself a bit," he said.  "Lubrication."

And his own pleasure; he enjoyed watching her clever fingers stroking around her clit, dipping into her cunt for moisture.  Only for a few moments, though; the exhibitionism of the moment and the physical sensation quickly added a sheen of moisture to her pussy and fingers.

"Enough," he said, and handed her the balls.  "Put them in."

She looked doubtfully at them again, but obeyed, spreading her legs a little wider and putting the first of the two balls to the entrance to her cunt.  The balls were metal, with another, smaller ball inside, a little over an inch in diameter.  She took the first easily, gasping as she pushed it inside her.  Then the next one, accepted just as easily.

"And nobody will know," he said.  "All day, you'll be walking around with your cunt nicely filled; horny, I'd imagine, by the time you get home."

It was a work day, and she shuddered - whether in anticipation or fear, he couldn't tell.

"You will not take them out, unless it becomes absolutely necessary," he said.  "You will not allow yourself to climax at any point, but if the day permits, you may take time out for a little masturbation.  If you do, you'll tell me all about it, of course," he added.

"Of course, Master," she said.  She stood - and gasped suddenly at the sensation of the balls within her.

"All day, little whore," he said with an evil grin.  "You'll be feeling that all day.  And, knowing you, you'll be begging me to fuck you within minutes of arriving home at the end of the day.  Of course, the question is whether or not I'll accede - maybe I'll just let you suffer..."

I don't have enough time to write, it seems - or, more accurately, I seem to always have other things to write, other blogs to keep up with, and I'm not writing any of these little fuck-ficlets.  Which is a shame, because I enjoyed writing them - writing them always got me good and horny.

So, here's an idea; if you'd like one written, post a comment.  Tell me what you want to read, and I'll see what I come up with.  Be detailed or vague about what you want, but the more detail, the better I can tailor what I write.

Conditions:

• They'll only be little ficlets, a few thousand words at most, sometimes less, written in a single sitting.
• I do scenes between consenting adults - or adults who, at worst, consent to non-consent, if you get what I mean.
• I reserve the right not to write anything I don't like the idea of.
• No promises on how long it'll take me; I may be able to write something for you there and then, or inspiration might take a few days to strike.  Don't nag me *grin*

Know anyone on Vox who might enjoy a custom-written fuck-ficlet within those strictures?  Feel free to pass the word...

The air was cool on her skin - all her skin, for she was naked but for her high heeled shoes and the heavy leather collar about her throat.  A long silver chain led from it to his hand; using the leash in one hand and taps from a long carriage whip in the other, he had her walking in a circle around the courtyard, much as handlers walked thoroughbreds for sale.  The heels of her stilettos clicked on the courtyard paving, the sound loud in the stillness of the night.

Eyes watched her; half a dozen people, men and women.  They watched her as he made her walk in a circle, displaying her.  Her long hair was wrapped into a bun, ballerina style, showing the clean line of her neck; the high heeled shoes lengthened her legs, and tautened her butt; her hands being clasped behind her back, the pose he'd ordered for her, pulled her shoulders back and put her breasts to best display.  Though she held her head high, proud of being his service, her eyes were downcast.

He brought her to a halt with a slight tug on the leash and the faintest tap of the carriage whip on her flank.  She stood, looking surreptitiously at her examiners through lowered lashes.  Four men, two women, every eye on her; a shiver ran through her at the thought.

"This," he said, his words falling soft into the cool night air, "is my pet, and she is tonight's party favour."

The soundtrack of the movie, groaning, the sounds of sex, impinged only lightly on her consciousness; the cock in her mouth was of far higher importance.  His hands were wound in her hair, pulling, guiding her; the chain leash he held brushed cold against her face.  She was on her knees before him, he sat in the chair, gaze flicking between the screen and her face as she sucked him eagerly.  She moaned, knowing he'd feel the vibration.

She raised one hand to play with his balls, the other to wrap around his cock.  Tongue flicks along the underside as she moved her head forward and back, worshipping the length of him, the taste.  He whispered encouragement, the words becoming disjointed as she sucked harder and he neared climax.  He pulled; she moved forward, the head of his cock at the back of her throat, making her gag for a moment.  She was still learning to overcome that reflex, longed for the day she'd be able to take all of him in her mouth.  Her jaw ached; he liked to take his time with this, savour the feel of her lips and tongue, the warm wetness of her mouth enclosing him, but now he was approaching the edge - she tasted salt, pre-come, and moaned louder.

The woman on screen, on all fours, being fucked from behind, was screaming now, louder; she heard him grunting, felt his hands tighten in her hair.  He pushed her back just enough - and came hard, a spray of come onto her face, a little in her mouth for her to taste, the rest decorating her lips and chin.  He sagged back; she made no move to clean the come from her face.  He liked to see her like this.

"Your turn," he said.

She sat back on her heels.  Naked but for the heavy collar of black leather, and the leash leading to his hand, she spread her legs wide, giving him a good view.  She spread herself wide, began to play, knowing he was watching both her and the screen.  Sucking him off always made her wet; her fingers skated lightly over her clit, stroking slowly at first and then harder, faster.  She threw her head back, rising up as that warmth began to unfold in her belly, the warmth of approaching orgasm.

"May I come, Master?" she asked.  Early - she was still a few moments away from being ready, but he always made her wait, savoured the show she put on for him.  Maybe he'd let her, maybe he'd make her wait until he was hard again, ready to fuck her....