I want you whore.

Unbelievable. I've been awaken for over 30 hours now. Had a long day of activities at my weekends job, which involves quite a bit of physical effort, so, I should be feeling tired as hell, but I'm strong and motivated! Not to say, I'm bit excited in fact.
Yes, I had spend all night up with him again. Judge me, I couldn't resist his appeal. Its hopeless, I'm a basket case and might die of him.

Last night we decided to go somewhere we could make sure no one would know us. I knew exactly the place. A nightclub that would play generic pop music and served nice drinks, which meant at least somewhat fun enough to consider.

We called the cab and he drove us from the hotel to the club. I was wearing a top coat and took it off on my way into the club. He looked at me, seemed surprised by my black leather looks.

-Uau. -He'd only say, blinking his eyes.

- I thought you would like.

I kept looking at him, trying to guess when he would figure. So far he didn't show. We had just ordered our drinks when an old Shakira song dragged us to the dancefloor. Once more we would share a dance, careless about the steps and focused on each other's bodies. By the time the song ended, our drinks were served on the table.  I preferred to sit on his lap  instead  of the couch.

The song now was some radio-oriented latin pop and I started to move my hips against his body. I knew he'd take it as a permission for more daring caresses. I felt his big hands moving from my waist to in between my legs, and that long fingers sneak as claws into my underwear, touching and exploring shamelessly.

We knew we were being observed. And we couldn't even pretend we'd give a damn.  Both his hands were right in the center of my body, spreading my pussy opened under my lacey panties.

He was squeezing and teasing me with his fingertips, slowly dipping them in and out to the root.

He had two fingers sliding between my buttcrack and my vagina, and they started taking turns in penetrating my ass hole, already smeared with pussy juice. I was flowing like a river and  desperately needed to have him inside me, but I knew I'd just cum too fast if his cock touched my cunt now...

We were kissing and enjoying each other's flavour, which was driving me even more eager.  With my free hand I unzipped his jeans and reached for that huge juicy cock , that seemed harder than ever.

Look at that little bitch...she,'s about to get some..!

Suddenly I got aware of all that glances at us. Some were discreet, others would come closer to openly admire and comment about the scene.

He had been stretching my ass for a while now and I could lead him to my hole. I rubbed that delicious cock against my soaked pussy, covering it in moist before pushing it gently towards my buttocks.

"Oh my gosh, how can she take such a big dick like this...!" -A sexy lady smiled in shock. "This whore must be well trained.." , a man besides her watched closely enough  so I felt like a kind of exhibition. Maybe that's what our sexual energy actually is: a form of art, and a fucking masterpiece.

I tried to close my eyes, but didn't want to miss not one of his reactions and expressions.

"You re a cum-guzzling anal whore whose sole purpose in life is to pleasure me..!"

His hands were grabbing my hips and his long fingers would end up pinching my clit and teasing my pussy, as  he pumped his dick inside my ass.

I would notice the way men was glancing at me, but also I would notice the way women looked at him..!  I was sure a lot of them had never seen a dick as big as that one, or at least had never fucked one.  And I was aware my tiny figure would complete the scene with an enhancing effect.

'I want you to expose me..!' - I asked, almost begging again. That submissive part suited me so fine. We walked to the secret rooms maze there was a big hall for couples only, and where fantasies knew no limits.

He tried to break my lingerie but couldn't, so he pulled it aside instead. Bended me over and banged me hard in the ass while his fingers worked my pussy. And there was no more discreet looks, we were onstage and putting off quite a fucking spectacle.

A random lady came closer, spreaded her legs and started touching herself.

He demanded me to help her by licking her pussy while finger fucking her in the ass. I could only guess  how did he look as he ripped off my tiny asshole with his  dick . I had my mouth focused on tapping her cunt with my tongue and carefully insert my long-nailed fingers upon her ass.

-Make this slut feel what you are feeling now... - his attacks were getting merciless as his cock felt to be growing even harder.  I  got bit jealous on the way that anonymous woman looked at him, but I absolutely couldn't blame her... After all it was my ass he was sticking his dick into.

He made me give her a strapon to fuck my pussy while he was still bangng my butt. I felt no pain anymore as he would  show off the way he was massacrating me from behind.

My tits got squeezed against her soft skin. My efforts were in exploiting an unknowed woman whose hands were keeping my gap wide opened while Red rested his cock in the dephts of her throat.  And when he was drowning his cock all the way inside my ass, I could feel her moisted mouth gently sucking his balls, as it hit against my swollen clit.

"Fuck her harder..!" - the audience would cheer. He grabbed me by the hair and threatened to my ear. "They're all seeing the bitch you are..!"  I was being impaled, condemned, exposed, humiliated,abused, exploited fucked good..!  Never been so enslaved. Never felt so free.

He was holding my hair firmly and destroying my butthole with his rock hard boner. My pussy was being harshly rubbed against the other woman's face and I felt his dick pulsating inside me, meaning he soon would cum. This thought drove me to the limit, and I yelled him my urge to cum... 

If he hadn't permitted, I'd probably had exploded anyway... I squirted my hot cum all over that woman's face, few seconds before feeling a hot sprint filling my butt and drip it throughout my legs...

 He softly kissed my cheek: "Now you sit on her face and let her eat my cum from your ass.."

I wouldn't dare to disobey. I kissed him deep as I felt some hungry mouth French kissing my butt hole. I was learning everyday what it meant to live solely to please him.

On another subject...

I was just thinking that this blog grew more and more about porn since it's beginning, and I'm not sure if I feel comfortable with that ... Even if this doesn't really make a difference. Audience is the same.

Well, at least its way better than those depressive nightmares. I dunno even why I write that. Ugh. Probably just to register. I'm that kind of sick person who needs to register everything.

Of course, I am Hamalka. I'm not even a real person.

😉

Ropes and Dreams

I knew I shouldn't be there. As always, there I was, though. Promising myself it would be the last time. Promising myself I would let it go at once.

It has been a while since we last met, anyway.  Things had changed a lot, at least for me.  And for the first time in years I felt confident about meeting him, exactly because I believed I was finally immune to his deeds.

I was probably the last client to enter the bar that night. The show was long over, most people were leaving. But I had worked the whole day since before dawning and I wasn't up for much anyway. Just agreed in showing up because would be pretty unpolite not to go there, knowing how rarely he's in town. "We are friends." - I kept saying to myself, forcing that situation off the scope of my so called love-life.

-There you are, at last..! - he welcomed me with a smile. 

Kiss on the cheek. May I buy you a drink. He didn't ask for how long I've been there, which was a little disappointing. My inner pride was screaming for noticing that maybe he didn't even missed me at all.

We started having any kind of soft conversation, amenities... I probably was way more exhausted than I thought I was. My head was becoming light and dizzy, I was struggling to keep my eyes open. I sure didn't want to be that unpolite, but fact is that I couldn't even keep track of what he was telling me.

-Are you all right? - He asked at some point, sounding worried.

-Yes, I... I'm just tired, that's all.

So he would go on telling that long story I wasn't get to follow at all. I thought about ordering a coffee, or energy drink. I was starting to worry about how would I leave home in that condition, since I was there by driving my own car. His voice went on and on, blabbing, and that's the last thing I can remember.

When I opened my eyes, I thought for a second that all happenings before were merely a dream. I was in my room, in my bed. Only when I tried to get up I notice I was firmly tied to the bedsides. Again.

-You know... you shouldn't lie to me like that.

-Whatta fuck are you talking about? - I reacted in anger, while he would keep that undisturbable voice tone.

-Shhhh...!- he  was giving back at me, manipulating something I couldn't see. - Just say "I'm sorry", and I might think about accepting your apologies...

-I have nothing to apologize for...Even less for you..! 

This sure triggered his fury.

-You said you loved me, and you'd be mine forever, remember?! - Now his eyes were filled in rage and he was screaming very close to my face, violently grabbing my chin. - You've cheated on me, bitch, and don't you dare denying it!

-What the hell are you saying, we broke up a zillion years ago, and it wasn't even my fault tha...

-You're MINE ! - He bursted, hitting hard with a long leather whip on my inked skin. I knew exactly what he was trying to point. I said nothing, but looked away from him. He was forcing me to face him.

-You are mine. And I'm not giving you up. So, be a good girl and honor your own fucking word! - he slapped my face and moved away. Then he turned back, watching me. It was useless to try to escape, I knew that. Having a lover so bigger than me was always a turn on for bondage games. But it also meant big trouble if things eventually got out of hand.

I've decided then I wouldn't give what he wanted. He came back to me and ripped off my panties. I didn't react.  Closed my eyes and stayed quiet as he hit me again with the whip. Nothing. He squeezed my breasts, pinching my nipples hard. "I know you're feeling this..!" - he laughed sleazily.

Of course I was feeling everything: the sore skin under his whipping, my clamped nipples about to bleed, and the way he fucked me with the whip handle. All these sensations that could mean pleasure or pain, I was hard on my way trying to show none. If he noticed I was turned on, he'd get excited. If he noticed I was suffering, he'd feel good about punishing me. So I drove my thoughts somewhere neutral and boring, where he wouldn't get a drop of moist from my wide open pussy.

-So... Hamalka doesn't want to play ...- he finally stated. I kept my eyes shut, my face without expression, believing he finally got I was not for joking, and maybe we should seriously talk about how far these bondage stuff was going anyway. I mean, that was quite okay while part of the relationship and we were both aware of how things were going, but this time he fucking doped me, and I really wasn't intending to end up among the bedsheets with him. That wasn't only lousy, it was so damn dangerous and way beyond common sense.

-Pardon, Ma'am... I guess you really didn't get it.  If you're not in for the play, maybe it's time to take things more seriously here...

I didn't have a second to think about what could that mean. And in the very second I opened my eyes he lock my head in the darkness of a tight leather hood. I could barely breathe while he turned me belly down and I felt ropes being tied all over my body, tighly as hell. He squeezed and tied my breasts, and I'd scream with an excruciating pain when he tightened the knots. But the hood suffocated me as I felt him introducing not one, but at least three cold round capsules inside my vagina. I tried to move my hips but I was totally paralyzed. When I felt his fingertips ticking my asshole, I knew I could wait for the cold moist of some lube that precedes some anal insertion.

Instead, he spit on my asshole and started finger fucking it carefreely. One finger, two, slow or fast, never mind, he was just manipulating it to will. I started to feel wet and one of the gadgets fell from my pussy.  He gave an evil laugh: "Could it be that your're so broken that cannot even hold it inside, your loosened bitch..!" -then he shoved the thing back inside and tightened one round of rope along my body - passing right through in between my legs. The rope would disappear into my labia while keeping the toys locked in.

Last thing, he unzipped a hole on the hood, allowing me to breath through my mouth. I should had imagine that as I opened my lips to breathe, he'd  shove something in. He kissed me so long, going so deep with his tongue that I felt I'd faint. 

Then he released the cuffs that held me to the bed, tuned me belly down and pulled both my arms back, closing the cuffs across the leg spreader. I was in quite an awkward, uncomfortable position. All exposed, feeling my breasts pulsating for the lack of bloodflow. The whole body wrapped in that ropes, as a piece of meat that I am. I wasn't seeing, I wasn't hearing okay, for the leather hood was muffling my ears. I could hear his voice, but not always could understand the talking.

Suddenly a shockwave of heat and vibration started moving inside me...! The capsules he put inside me were nothing else than fucking remote controlled vibrating Ben-Wa balls. I started moaning louder and louder. 

-Now I guess you're enjoying, huh..? - he laughed,  and I could feel his breath on my crotch, meaning that he was watching my bald pussy very closely. - You're dripping wet now... So, why don't you show some gratitude?

-T...t-thank you..! - I mumbled. I wasn't thinking at all. He slapped my pussy hard with the whip. 

-What? Say it louder, I can't hear you..!

-Thank you..! - In the little of my strenght, I felt like I was actually screaming. He whippeed me in the pussy again.

- Thank what?? - His voice got harder, another slap and now he was pinching my nipples, too. 

- Thank you, MASTER..! - I ended up saying.

- Again. Mean it, you little whore..!

- Thank you, Master, thank you.! - and now I sure was screaming out loud. I was crying already. The harder he hit, the wetter I'd get, and I felt I was about to cum. The rope tightened over my vagina wouldn't allow me to spit off the Ben Wa balls, and the vibration and movement were way too strong to drive me to an orgasm. Instead it was pure torture. 

He turned me around and proceeded choking me on his hard rock dick, grabbing my tits that I'd guess purple-squeezed by then. He took off the hood and sat on my face, suffocating me.  Tiny woman I am, he could grab both my buttcheeks, spreading my butt open and pulling the rope strongly rubbing it against my asshole. I could feel his cock deep on my throat as he'd rub his balls against my face. He loosened the rope in between my legs. just enough to get access to my butthole. One hand  was grabbing my pussy, trying to keep the vibrators inside...one slided out and rolled to the floor. The sensation of expelling that vibrating device was so relieving that in fact increased my excitement. I almost cummed.

-You'll cum when I say so..! - he strongly made notice. And as a prove of his power, he turned off the vibrators and got off me. All of a sudden, everything stopped. All that overwhelming physical touching turned cold and distance. Even the room became silent, and I felt confused , sobbing and panting while crossing looks with his ice cold eyes. 

-Please, don't stop..! - I moaned softly.

He just watched.

-Please... - I insisted, still in a whisper, but craving was escalating to desperation in microseconds.

Still no reaction. Now that pervert was really torturing me...

-I... - I gulped-...I'm sorry, master.

He slowly nodded. I was loud and clear while sincere tears would roll down my totally messed up face.

-I'm sorry, master..! I was such a bad girl and undeserving of your attention..! Please, let me cum, I beg of you, master..! I'll make it all up to you, I swear..! Please, oh, please...I'm so sorry, my master..!

That sly smile showed upon his face again, as he admired his work. There I was , utterly prostrate wrecked, worn out and given.  I didn't need no mercy: all I was craving for was his hot meat inside me all over, 'til I get drenched on his cum.

-Please, fuck me, my master..! Let me cum..please..! - yeah, I was begging hard.

Then the vibration restarted. He was on top of me shoving his whole cock at once inside my ass. Taking it all out before diving it again all the way deep. I screamed and cried everytime I felt that stocking right in.  He was not only holding the toys inside me, but also pressing my cunt in a way the vibration would reverberate to his fingers, pinching my clit. He increased the rythym and I noticed his face was getting red. I've seen how that goes. 

-Get ready for my load..! - He could barely have time to say. I felt his cock getting tense and then exploding in a hot wave inside me. And when it hit, I couldn't hold no more. I expelled the remaining vibrating balls along with a tidal squirting,  that mingled with his cum that were flowing outta me.

I'm totally his. And he knows it.

Sittin In The Bus

"What are you doing now?"

A bit more than one hour to showtime. By then there's nothing more  to do than wait. We were in the bus, not a regular bus, but one of these big ones without windows, one can't see anything from inside.

I sit on his lap, already heading for teasing. Moving my hips against his body purposedly to pull the skirt bit up, making it such a disposable detail. Anyone could see, but still no one would notice if we made it quiet enough. One of his hands started climbing my inner thighs and soon he dipped one finger into my pussy.

-If you go on, there will be no "i-have-to-go-onstage" excuse that would get me off you. - I warned. He didn't care. I could feel his dick growing harder and hotter right below me. So thirsty to drown in my soaked vagina. But there would be simply no time for that.

-Let me sit on it... Just a little bit..! - It was as if worthy begging. He helped me to unzip his pants and discretly slide it all it. When I felt it couldn't go deeper, I had to hold a moan he desguised with a kiss.

Years gone by didn't erase that teenage fetish for his rockstar stance. How many times she got her sheets wet by squirting at that kind of dreams. Now she could have them all.

- Take me onstage in leather lingerie and give your audience a really impressive performance, letting they see how hard your cock fills my every hole...

- That would really be something.

He felt her juice dripping down as his now shameless moves reached for her breasts still covered by the dress. He grabbed them both from below the fabric, and pulled her body closer. She spreaded her legs a bit, leaned over and purred when a moist finger tickled her ass.

-I have to go bang my head for a while, now...

-You're not going anywhere until you bang me to cum...- her moves intensify, about to loose control.He knows how to push the right bottom now. And feel her body convulsionate in an orgasm.

-There you go. The show goes onstage now.

-But you still have a hard on..!

Kissed her and left. He was all ready to play.