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Tuesday, April 29, 2014

#DUNGEON CRAWL - MADE IN THE USA




This section is a continuation of last week's scene (from our WIP "The Author's Friends")  "When A Plug Goes In - The Mouth Should Close".  Richard just inserted a stainless steel plug in Dana's behind as a punishment, and probably would've immediately moved on to prepare her dinner, but nooo; Dana had to be her usual sassy self, prompting Richard to try out the new hairbrush on her bottom (a suggestion from their friend, Michael).  I was going to leave this segment to your imagination, but noooo - some of you seemed to feel cheated last week. Well, I certainly don't want that!  So here it is.  Enjoy at Dana's expense :)

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“Richard, could I please stand for a minute?” she asked in a very small voice.
 
He looked up at the ceiling and smiled, tapping the brush on his leg.

“Please?”

“Only you would get away with this.”  He shook his head slowly as his mouth formed a straight line.  Carefully, he helped her off the bed, patiently watched her stretch, and patted his thighs as she willingly placed herself over his lap. 

“Comfy?” he asked facetiously as he lifted her nightgown and gently moved the plug in her bottom with one hand, while securing her around the waist with his other.

She peered over her shoulder to make eye contact; it was a miracle her mouth remained closed.

“So let’s review to make sure you’ve been paying attention, ‘Miss Chatty’.  Three drinks at a bar has never been acceptable, and not having a designated driver on top of that just made it plain dangerous.” He applied the back of her hairbrush twice to the bottom of each creamy white cheek, watching for the glow of the imprints to quickly appear.  “And you really need to control your attitude, darlin’.” She winced and wiggled as he tugged on the plug. 
  
“Yes, sir.”

He smacked her three times on the right cheek and then matched them with three on the left.  Her sphincter muscle contracted with each pop of the brush; the sensation was more intense than she’d imagined.

“Richard, please.  I’m sorry; it won’t happen again.”

“Your disrespect has gotten way out of hand.  Maybe this would be a good time to double check our roles; am I still the head of this household, or have you taken on that position?” He administered the hairbrush several times to that delicate area under her bottom, hoping to drive his point home.

“Oww.  I’m sorry I was disrespectful.  You’re still in charge.  Ahhh.  Please, that hurts!”

He quickly paddled her under the other cheek with the brush, to even out the hue.  “Yes, I’m sure it does hurt, and I don’t like having to remind you this way, kitten.” He spanked every inch of her lower bottom with quick strokes while firmly holding her squirming body in place.

“Please!  I promise!”

“And what will happen to my wife’s beautiful bottom if she forgets her promise?” He asked in a soft, low voice as he gave a tug on the plug.

Her eyes filled with tears from the embarrassment more than the pain.
 
“I’m waiting, sugar.”

“It will be spanked.”  For the first time that night, her tone was quiet and sincere.

He put the brush down and gently smoothed her reddened skin with his warm hand.  “Stay like this for a little while and relax.”  He tenderly stroked and patted, admiring the view of Dana’s rosy behind.  “I don’t like to punish you; but when you stepped that far out of line, you gave me no choice.”  He gathered her in his arms and kissed her cheek repeatedly, rocking her back and forth.

“Are you still making me dinner?” Her voice muffled in his chest.

“Yes, I have no intention of starving the love of my life.” He ran his fingers through her hair lovingly.

“You don’t really expect me to eat with this foreign object inside my bottom, do you?” 

“Funny, you didn’t seem to have any trouble moving your jaws during its insertion, and I’m pretty sure it was a product made in the good 'ole USA.  Nope, this object is definitely not foreign.” He reached under her and lightly tugged the plug one more time with a wink.
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Tuesday, April 22, 2014

#DUNGEON CRAWL - "WHEN A PLUG GOES IN ...THE MOUTH SHOULD CLOSE"




This is a scene from our WIP currently titled, “The Author’s Friends”.  Last week Carla was given an opportunity to interview with the governor for a new job and asked Dana to meet her for a few drinks.  Naturally, they were picked up by guess who ... and we had a sneak peek into how Michael dealt with Carla's little secret.  As promised, this week we’ll drive over to Dana and Richard’s to have a look through their window.
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The disappointment on Richard’s face said it all.
“Carla needed some quick friend time and I had to answer the call.  I’m not trying to blame anyone for what we did tonight; things just got a little out of hand.  It was a bad decision that won’t happen again, I promise.”
“Darlin’, please don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
Oh-oh, that heavy Southern drawl is never a good sign, she thought.
“I’m going to take Floyd for a walk; why don’t you go upstairs and shower to clear your head.  I’ll meet you in the bedroom and we’ll talk.” Richard gave her a gentle nudge to get moving.
“I’ll bet that’ll be a real two-sided conversation,” Dana said in muted sarcasm.
“I still have my hearing kitten, please don’t make things worse for yourself.” Richard leashed Floyd and walked out the front door smiling.

Dana looked at herself in the mirror as she dried her hair. How do I get myself into these situations?  In hopes of mounting a solid defense for the upcoming conversation, she tried to pull herself together and reviewed the evening.  Taking her robe off the hook and sliding it over her shoulders, she walked into the bedroom.  Richard was already perched on the side of the bed. 
 
He patted the mattress signaling for her to sit down beside him.  Dana slowly crossed the room and made a last minute decision to go with contrite instead of defensive.
“I’m really sorry.” Her head and body lowered at the same time.
“Darlin’, I understand Carla needed your friendship tonight, but both of you acted irresponsibly.  How exactly did you expect to get home?  You have low blood sugar, for God’s sake; were you ever intending to eat dinner?
“Are you going to spank me?” she asked quietly playing with the hem of her short nightgown.
“I have a different punishment in mind for you tonight, sugar.”  Richard gently took her by the hand and positioned her over the side of the bed.  “Lift up your nightgown and slide those panties down, please,” he said softly.
The familiar “snap” of the plastic lube container prepared her for the scene without turning around.  As Richard’s wet finger slowly rubbed and teased her smooth bottom hole; she whimpered and squirmed in a small show of defiance, earning her a sharp swat of disapproval.
“Be still, young lady.” 
Richard seductively moved his finger in and out, wiggling and playing more than he usually did, to keep her mind occupied.  Finally, he pulled a surprise from the drawer that he and Dana never used, but she always suspected he would want to try.
“Is that what I think it is?”
“It’s a little gift to wear in your beautiful bottom while you eat dinner.  Now be a good girl and separate your cheeks for me.”  Richard lubed the stainless steel butt plug and gently began to push it into her slick anus.  “Come on baby doll, if you relax … it will make the insertion easier.”
“For me or you?” she snidely asked.
“Jesus, you would think as a butt plug went into your ass, your mouth would automatically close,” he quipped, slowly edging the foreign object further into her backside. 
“Fine.”  Inhaling and exhaling a dramatic deep breath, the cool, steel invader stretched and burned until her sphincter finally relaxed and it was completely seated within her.  “I can’t believe you actually bought this, and it isn’t even my birthday.”
“Yep … you are one lucky girl." His tone was light as he gave a tug on the plug.
“The silicone variety comes in an abundance of colors.  Maybe I could put it on my list for Santa next year; I hear it’s a great stocking stuffer.”
“That mouth of yours really needs an edit mode, sugar pop.  A spankin’ wasn’t my first choice for your punishment, but I hear it is a wonderful supplement to your little steel friend.  By the way, these also make great stocking stuffers,” he drawled spinning a new flat-backed hairbrush in his hand.
“So what’s for dinner, Richard?” she uttered with a groan, attempting to lift herself off the bed.
He gently put his hand on the small of her back. “Not so fast kitten,” he said as he rubbed the flat side of the hairbrush on her bare bottom.  “According to Michael, these also come in an array of styles and colors …”
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Tuesday, April 15, 2014

#DUNGEON CRAWL - A LICK AND A PROMISE



This is a chapter from our new WIP currently titled “The Author’s Friends”.  Carla was just given an opportunity to interview for a job with the governor in Harrisburg. Naturally, she asked Dana to meet for a few drinks after work so she could vent the details of her dilemma, before telling her boyfriend, Michael.  Of course, neither of them had anything to eat and were picked up eventually by guess who?  This is a sneak peek at how Dr. Michael Cohen, Dana’s former therapist, dealt with the situation.  If you're interested, next week we’ll spin over to watch Richard and Dana through the window.
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“What were you thinking, Carla?  Three glasses of wine after work, and you probably didn’t eat much for lunch, did you?"

“Can I put on my pajamas, Michael?  I’m so tired right now.”

“Yes, but when you return, my big girl has some explaining to do.” Michael turned her around and patted her bottom lovingly.

When Carla entered the den, Michael was sitting on the couch waiting for her; his face lacked expression.

“I have so much going on in my head, Michael.” Carla made herself comfortable in his lap.

“I figured as much.  But why did you go to Dana before me?  Is this about us; was it our meeting with Jason?”

“No, this was about me.  I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

“So you went with ‘liquid courage’ instead?  Come on, Carla; I thought we shared everything with each other.  By the way, the kitten pajamas are a nice touch.” He tapped her on the nose.

“Just for the record, I didn’t drink quite enough for the ‘courage’ part.”

“Ve have vays to make you talk,” Michael joked in a bad German accent as he put his hand down the front of Carla’s pajamas.

“Yes, but I’m sure your methods are much more enjoyable … ooh,” Carla exclaimed as Michael’s skilled fingers zeroed in on her clit.

“Start talking … right now.  And don’t even think about an orgasm until you are finished with ze story.  Understand … young lady?” His German accent suddenly became heavier.

“Uh huh ...”

Carla’s pussy was warm, wet and tingled as Michael’s digits firmly tapped and teased.

“I’m waiting.” His eyes became expressive, as he put pressure on her swollen hot button looking for a reaction.

“Ahh, okay.” Her body suddenly twitched in response.  “An old friend of mine from Penn called who works for the governor.  Well, actually she’s his Chief of Staff.  Ooh that’s nice…”

“Impressive,” Michael responded as his fingers worked their magic.  “This story better be told quickly, because my lips will be going south soon to nibble and gnaw,” he warned.

“Right; well it seems that the governor is looking to make a new appointment in his administration, and Rachel thinks I would be perfect for the job.” Carla spit the words out of her mouth in record time.

Michael lowered Carla’s bottoms while positioning her legs around his neck, dipping her backwards onto the couch.  As his head lowered toward her pussy, he spoke.  “I’m sure there’s more; so keep talking, please.”

“They want me to come in and interview the day after tomorrow.” Her eyes squeezed shut as he collected stray juices with the width of his tongue.

“The nibbling and gnawing will commence, as promised ...” He mumbled in between tongue movements.

“Ahh … Michael, I’m almost there,” she begged.

But he didn’t speak.  As promised, he nibbled and carefully suckled, taking her as close to the edge as possible.

“Michael, say something.  Don’t be angry that I didn’t come to you first.  Ahh, please … I can’t wait any longer ..."

“Think of something else, my love.  Take your mind to another place; you can do it, if you try,” he said sneaking a peek at her face.  It was contorted between pain and pleasure; one he adored that words just couldn’t describe.

“Nooo…oh my God, Michael … I can’t do this … PLEASE!”

“Concentrate.”

“I NEED TO FINISH … AGHHHH!”

And with those last words, he sucked harder and rubbed his lips over her soaked pussy as she whirled in a bright white spin; losing all control and loving every minute.  

“Absolutely delicious; there is no dessert more decadent than you.  Although I do think you could have held on a little longer.” He laughed and licked his lips as her head fell back.

“My heart is pumping out of my chest; I certainly hope you’re certified in CPR.”  Carla’s “kaleidoscope eyes” quickly attempted to focus on his face.

“I’m always here for you, Carla.”  Carefully her pajama pants were pulled up, and she slowly slid back into his lap.  “Go to the interview my love, it is the chance of a lifetime.  You will always be my peanut; nothing will ever change that.”  He gently kissed her forehead.

Carla smiled and hugged him with tears in her eyes.  “I know, Michael.”

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Tuesday, April 8, 2014

#DUNGEON CRAWL - WAS IT A MENAGE OR A MIRAGE?



The following excerpt finishes last week’s dream scene from our upcoming novella, “The Author" - which should be available from Blushing Books very soon.  Dana (who writes DD and AP) fell asleep reading a ménage story on her Kindle.  By page 99 in this book, it is easy to understand why Richard (her boyfriend) and Michael (her therapist) have the leading roles in this dream. It was a fun scene to write (almost in cartoon fashion) since it had to come from the recesses of Dana’s mind.   Just a side note:  Doug’s real name is Richard … my husband’s name is Mike, and I was the only one who saw the humor in this chapter :)

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“Are you feeling okay baby?  If you don’t want to go through with this – you should tell me now.”

But before she could answer, there was a knock on the door and her “cowboy friend” strutted in.  He was also wearing the same ensemble - tight black jeans and no shirt. 

“I thought we invited you to dinner.  Aren’t we starting this party a little early?” she asked snidely as he put his black Stetson on the chair.

“Maybe we ought to start this party with a good old fashioned spankin’,” Mike barked as he removed her towel and winked at Richard.

With approval, Richard handed him two pillows from the bed, and before she could think, she was placed over them with her bottom high in the air.  Richard held her down with a firm hand, while Mike spoke, giving her behind three swift smacks.

“We both want to give you more pleasure than you ever dreamed of.  But we really need you to behave, darlin’.  Understand?”

“Yes.”

Another smack was administered to her bare ass.  “Is that how you answer me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Better,” Richard smiled.  “Now, if we’re done disciplining our girl – let’s start the party.”  He turned and looked at her with dark piercing eyes.  “You are going to suck Mike’s cock.  I want you to make him very hard, sweet girl.” 

Richard sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her onto his lap.  Mike took off his shoes and undid his jeans, which in seconds were tossed into the corner.  He was a little shorter than Richard, but well built and strong with a dusting of dark brown hair that made its way south from his navel.  Smiling, he walked over to her and stood between her legs.  His length was instantly rising.

Mike folded his arms and nodded, giving his permission.  She took his erection in her hand, stroking and tugging at it.  They both watched intently, which made her extremely nervous.  Pressing her lips to the tip, she swirled her tongue around his soft skin.

“Oh my God, keep going,” he sighed happily.

Richard started chuckling behind her.  He parted her legs and petted her clipped mound; his fingers rubbed up and down her bare, wet slit.

“I love that you shave the important part smooth, sweetheart,” he complimented with a whisper in her ear.  “Now relax and let me make your pussy happy.”

As Richard’s fingers teased, she became soaked with excitement.  Instinctively, she took Mike’s penis further into her mouth, and he started to groan.  Reaching up to gently cup his balls, she felt his cock thicken and harden quickly.  Almost to orgasm, the flood of liquid between her legs began to trickle. 

“Good girl,” Richard whispered.  “But I don’t want either of you coming yet,” he warned as he removed his fingers from her clit and looked at Mike. 
 
They glanced at each other as she tasted a small amount of his pre cum.  Unfortunately for her, he obeyed Richard and slowly pulled out of her mouth. 

“This better be good.  Not that you care, but we were both happy as clams.”  Mike countered.

“I’m going to make her squirt,” he responded cheerfully.  “Want to help?”

Mike quickly secured Dana’s hands behind her back.  Richard latched on to her nipples sucking each one, until they were hard and erect.  As he kneeled in front of her open legs, he gently parted her labia with his fingers lightly rubbing up and down to make sure she was still moist.  Not wasting another minute, he gently kissed her smooth pussy lips on either side finishing with the flat of his tongue - licking every inch of the area from one end to the other.  It was exhilarating, being controlled by both men at the same time.

She moaned as a shiver darted through her body.

“I think she likes that,” Mike cracked.

With the tip of his tongue, Richard circled her hard nub and then thrust it deep inside, over and over.  She never had an orgasm standing before, but just as her soaking wet pussy was about to climax, her knees buckled and she started to fall back into Mike’s arms.

“Are you okay, darlin’?” Richard asked with concern.  “Don’t leave us now, sugar plum.  The best is yet to come.”

She had a strange expression on her face, and they both laughed.

“We’re going to fuck you at the same time, angel,” Richard whispered in her ear.  Then he looked at Mike.  “Dana never asked me to use a condom because she knows I’ve been tested.  But I need to ask about you.”

“I have Richard.  I’m good to go.  Are you okay with me going bareback, sweet girl?”

She nodded.

Richard went to the dresser and retrieved a tube of lubricant.

“Will it hurt with both of you inside me at the same time?”

He pushed his jeans down; his erection sprang loose for all to see.  “It will be tight and painful at first, but once we’re both in completely, it should be heaven for you, darlin’.”

Mike nodded in agreement.

“Go over to the middle of the bed and lie on your tummy,” Richard directed in a dark voice. 
 
Her knees trembled; his tone meant business.  Both men joined her on the bed, one on either side.

“I’m going to use a lube syringe to make sure that you’re slippery enough to take Mike’s cock.  It’s going to go deep in your tushy and fill you up.  Dana darlin’, behave yourself and don’t you dare try to rid yourself of this liquid.  Remember, neither one of us has a problem spanking you.”

Mike’s large hands gently, but firmly pressed her down into the mattress.  They knew she wasn’t going anywhere, but as usual, she loved the undivided attention those two handsome men gave her.

Richard uncapped the syringe and filled it with lubricant.  Then he gently parted her backside and touched the wet nozzle to her bottom hole slowly sliding it in.  He depressed the plunger, and she gasped as the cool liquid filled her rectum.  As he finally slid the nozzle out, she could tell her rear end was completely filled and dripping with the substance.  Richard slowly moved toward her on the bed, turned over on his back and motioned for her to mount him.  Taking some lubricant, he fisted his own erection and grabbed her hand.  She obeyed and with Mike watching, together they guided his stiff, slippery cock into her entrance, as she lowered herself onto him.  Richard didn’t bother to hide his pleasure, and moaned with appreciation as she started moving up and down.  Eventually, his big cock disappeared inside her.

“Mike, I think you better get behind her now.”

In an instant, she felt Mike’s hand on her back as he pressed her forward.  But she didn’t move an inch.

“Come on sweetie, lean forward all the way.”

“I don’t think I can do this,” she said with tears in her eyes.

“Yes you can, baby - just try to relax.  I’ll be gentle.” He spoke softly and rubbed her back.

She finally complied, bending forward until she was lying on Richard’s chest.   Mike’s fingers smoothed a thick gel around and inside her small puckered hole.

“That’s perfect, honey girl.  Now just relax and let me in.”

She felt the tip of Mike’s penis press into her anus.

“Let him in darlin’.  Exhale and bear down.  Take it slow Mike,” Richard instructed in a deep voice.

She gasped as his thick cock tried to invade her small entrance.  It seemed impossible that he would get all the way in.  But even with the lube, it burned as he stretched and inched his way inside her narrow passage.  As Mike continued to push, and she moved with him, so did Richard.  She buried her face into his shoulder as Richard pushed further inward.  It was so snug that the lube had nowhere to go but out, and created embarrassing noises that no one paid attention to.

“Are you doing okay, baby?” Mike asked then kissed the back of her neck. 

“Yes, it’s getting better now,” she meekly responded.

“Richard, let’s give her something good to remember.”

Suddenly his cock slid out of her bottom, and Richard thrust his hips up and buried himself deep into her pussy.  As he pulled out, Mike pushed forward, and they took turns fucking her with an intensity she’d never experienced.  It wasn’t long before she was participating, taking them deeper and faster.  That “full” feeling that she enjoyed so much was finally the “real thing”, and as she cried out in pleasure, they were not far behind in their own release.
Fluids soaked the mattress, and she felt as though she was floating in happiness, as they ejaculated at the same time.

Mike exited first, and then she rolled off of Richard.  The three of them were on their backs, satisfied, eyes closed.  “Are you okay, my darlin’?  Let us clean you off,” Richard insisted as he walked naked into the bathroom to get two wet washcloths.

Mike nodded his appreciation as he took the cloth from Richard.  “Push up on your knees, kitten so we can make you feel better.  This cloth is cool and will feel good on your sore tushy,” he said as he carefully wiped the stickiness off of her bottom.

“Over on your back, sugar,” Richard instructed as he rolled her over and separated her knees to clean her pussy with the clean, warm cloth.  “Feel better, sweet girl?”

“Much.  Thanks,” she replied with a tired smile.

“I think someone needs to sleep.  We’ll get dressed and let ourselves out.  Don’t forget your hat,” Richard said as he winked at Mike.

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“Dana … Dana.”  He gently shook her shoulder.  

She opened her eyes and looked around the room.  “I must have gone to sleep,” she mumbled and tried to focus on his face.

“I’ll bet that was some dream, kitten,” Richard chuckled.

“What do you mean?” she asked nervously and tried to sit up.

“You were moaning in your sleep.  I just wanted to make sure it was the good kind,” he winked.

“Thank God it was only a dream,” she smiled and held her flushed cheeks.

“Care to share?” Richard asked as he crossed his arms.

“Maybe another time, baby.  I need to go to the bathroom, and then get back to sleep.  I have a meeting in the morning.”  As she rolled out of bed smiling, he gave a loving smack to her bum.

“I want to hear about that dream tomorrow,” he called out as she closed the bathroom door. 

She giggled and leaned against the inside of the door frame.  “I obviously read that book too many times.”

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