Tommy K

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A few of my bird illustrations that I created for a new brand of supplement called ‘Strong’, created by the agency Pearlfisher and art directed by Karen Welman. The other birds can be seen here on my portfolio site: www.lyonsa.com

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Talk dirty to me!
C’mon. Fill up my box.

Truth.

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Dior Homme, fall 2013

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I adore Sasha grey she is magnificently gorgeous and dirty

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Mmmmm, that 4th picture… Yummm

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dirtystorytime:

“I’ll be right back, Nick.”

He smiled and nodded. Understanding the situation perfectly. I stood up from my desk and proceeded to walk briskly out of the office, down the hall and to the kitchen.

I could tell from your face you were a little overwhelmed. The fire alarm didn’t make things any better.

“I burnt them.” You sobbed. A tear started to stream down your face.

I found a tea towel and started to fan the air around the smoke detector. Within a moment the alarm had stopped.

“It’s okay.” I said, to reassure you. “I’m sure Nick didn’t want any cookies anyways.”

“I’m sorry.” You said, “I just.. I forgot to check them.”

I nodded again, “It’s okay.” I put my arm around you and hugged you close, repeating “It’s okay.. How did this happen, didn’t you put on the timer?”

Your eyes fell to the ground. Your eyes rolled and you shrugged. I shook my head a little, as if to scold you just a little. “It doesn’t matter. We can make some cookies together later, okay?”

“Are you done your meeting yet?” You asked as a smile crossed your face. The range of emotions covered in a mere moment from crying to such joy.

“I’ll be done soon.” I responded, causing an immediate pout.

“I know. I’ve been in the office a long time. I know, you need some attention, don’t you?” 

“I burnt the cookies! I didn’t use the timer. I know the rule is that if I’m baking, I need to use the timer. I was bad…” Your voice trailed off.

I turned my head and peered down the hallway towards the office. Nick could wait a minute longer, I’m sure. “Quickly, to the bedroom.” I ordered.

You bounded off towards the bedroom in a hurry. When I arrived you were standing beside the sofa waiting for me. I sat and looked up at you. You were learning. Waiting for me to allow you to take your position over my knee. Your crisp white shirt and knee length black skirt on. 

“Take your skirt off.” I ordered. You reached around back and unzipped it, allowing it to fall completely to the ground. I reached around and tucked my fingers in the tops of your white cotton panties. I pulled them down halfway to your knees. I put my hands back up to your hips, and abruptly pull you over my knee.

You quickly sprawled across my lap. Knowing I needed to hurry I quickly gave you slaps on each ass cheek. Alternating sides: *SLAP*SLAP*SLAP*SLAP*SLAP*SLAP*SLAP*SLAP*

“Ow, Oww, Oww, Oww.” You cried with each strike. Your hands frantic and trying to prevent me. 

“Shh now. Be quiet. Be my good girl. You know you have to be punished.” I whispered. “Now, move your hands.” You reached them forward, laying them on the seat in front of you.

My spanks continue and I speak as I strike your ass.

*SLAP*SLAP* - “Are you sorry?”, “Yes, sir.”

*SLAP*SLAP* - “Were you naughty?”, “Yes, sir.”

*SLAP*SLAP* - “Ask me to forgive you.”, “Please, sir. Forgive me.”

*SLAP*SLAP* - “What are you?”, “I’m a bad girl, sir.”

A momentary pause and I can hear a noise. I peer back to the hallway and I see Nick. Standing outside the bedroom door. Staring at your ass. Staring at your pussy. His pants are down, and he’s stroking himself. His eyes meet mine and I can tell he’s embarrassed. A grin comes over my face. I reach up and grab your hair. Steadying your head, pressing my elbow into your back, so you can’t move or look back to see what is coming. I slide my middle finger barely inside your pussy. I circle my fingertip inside you before sliding my index finger in as well. You moan out loud as I enter you, and your legs clench. I tilt my head towards Nick and beckon to him. I don’t say a word.

His eyes wide, he approaches slowly and silently. I remove my fingers from you and part your pussy lips for him. His cock throbs. 

*SLAP*SLAP* - “You are my dirty girl.”, “I am your dirty girl, sir.”

*SLAP*SLAP* - “Does my dirty girl want to get fucked?”, “Yes, sir.”

I nod to Nick, giving him permission. He bends onto the couch with us and I can feel you start to jerk around. Your head trying to see. I hold you still, “Shh, my dirty girl. It’s okay.”

He rubs his cock up and down your pussy lips before entering you. You gasp as he does, and exhale aloud. A moan escapes your lips, and he starts to push into you again.

“But.. wait..” I can hear the confusion in your voice. You’ve realized something isn’t right.

“Did you not tell me, my naughty girl, how you wanted to fuck two men at once?”

“It was..” Again you gasp and moan as Nick’s cock fills you. “It was a fantasy. I didn’t think..”

“I think for you.” I interrupted. “Who told you to think? You are mine, and I do the thinking. My dirty, naughty girl. Turn off your brain, little one, and enjoy what you’re feeling.”

As soon as the words left my mouth I could hear you moan. Your body started to twitch. My hand reached under you and found your clit. I pressed firmly. My head leaned towards your ear, “Cum for me. Cum with my finger on your clit and his cock inside you.”

You cried out as you came. My hand leaves your clit and I reach under you, lifting you slightly off my lap. You rise to your elbows to support yourself. I reach below to release my own cock from my pants. My body shifts, “Suck my cock.” I order. Your mouth opens and you greedily begin working on me. Nick in your cunt, me in your mouth. “You’re a dirty girl.” I repeat. “Letting this stranger fuck you right in front of me.”

I maneuver again so that I sit up facing Nick. Watching his cock penetrate you from behind. “Nick, sorry about this. We’ll have to finish our contracts later, if that’s okay?”

He nods. “It’s fine, I was having a hard time concentrating anyways. All I could smell was something baking.”

“She burnt the cookies. This is her punishment.” I explained. “Oh, my manners, can I get you another Scotch?”

“Uh, please.” He answered.

I stood and let my cock slip from your mouth. I bent down to kiss you and whisper, “You’re such a good cocksucker, you make me proud.” before heading across the bedroom to the bar. I poured 2 glasses and handed Nick’s to him before I decided to pull a chair over and watch the proceedings. 

“How’s her pussy, Nick?” I asked.

“She’s nice and tight, so wet, warm.. it’s a really nice cunt.” He replied.

“I think I need a turn.” I said as I downed my Scotch. “Change with me?” I asked.

He pulled out of you and moved to the chair. I held my hand out for you to stand. You did, and awaited my instruction. I sat in the middle of the sofa, and turned you so you faced Nick on the chair. I gently eased you down so you sat on my lap. I reached my hands around your legs and pulled your thighs apart. Just a little at first. Enough to slip my hand between your legs and finger your clit again. My legs supported yours. Slowly, as I fingered you, I opened your legs more and more. I whispered into your ear, “Show your cunt to Nick. You have a nice cunt. Let him see.”

I could feel your fear. “Turn off your brain. Don’t think. Do as I say.” I parted your legs more, I could still feel you resisting. Slipping both my hands down your inner thighs I abruptly grabbed and pulled you legs wide open. Exposed. Your hands instinctively went to cover and I grabbed them. I pulled both behind your back and held you firmly. My hand returning to your clit and my fingering re-starting. 

“You are still being punished, little one. Shoving your ass and your cunt in the air for him to see. You basically beckoned him to come see you. Making me spank your ass while he watched. Fucking that man directly in front of me? You naughty girl.

Now, look at you. Your legs spread wide while he desires your cunt. You know he wants it, don’t you? Teasing him like this. Showing him. Begging him to stare, while I finger you. It excites you doesn’t it? You love him staring at your, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir. Yes.. all of it, yes, sir.” Your breaths are short, panting breaths.

“You want to cum, don’t you?” I ask.

“Yes, please. Please sir. May I cum?”

“Soon. You want Nick’s cock in your mouth, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do, sir.”

“Ask him. Ask him nicely to come fuck your mouth. Beg him.”

Her voice raises slightly, “Please sir,” her head turns to Nick, “please sir, can I suck your cock?”

My hands slip under your arms and I lift you, and slowly let you descend, falling on my cock. Your body limp. I lift again and drop you. My hands wrap around your chest and under your arms. Lifting and dropping, fucking you. Using your body to fuck me. Nick stands and walks towards us. I reach up and grab hold of your chin. I squeeze and force your mouth open for his cock to slide in. His hands grab the back of your head and hair and he starts to fuck your mouth wildly. Using you.

My own arms grabbing your chest, lifting and dropping over and over. I lean to your ear whispering, “Cum for me.” As I bite hard into your shoulder.

The contractions of your pussy start to squeeze my cock. Milking me. My balls start to twitch and I join you in orgasm. Filling you with my cum. I cry out, as you moan. Nick still fucking your face. I move my hands to stroke your hair, and back to your clit to rub small circles. Suddenly he pulls out and shoots streams of cum on your breasts. Covering your chest and neck and stomach. Your face is a mess. Tears and saliva and makeup smudges.

Nick quickly pulls his pants up and excuses himself while I hold you. Still stroking your hair, I slip a finger into your pussy and coax out some of my cum. Our cum. I offer you my finger to suck on and you taste it.

“Let’s go have a bath together. I’m proud of you, my good girl.”

Your face lights up in a smile. “Better than I imagined…”

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dirtystorytime:

“Patience my dear, you know that I don’t like to be disturbed as I read my newspaper.” 

“But I’m hungry, I want my breakfast” she whined.. It made my teasing all the more delicious, the tone of her urgency.

“What do you want to eat today?” I knew what she wanted. For she was kneeling directly in front of my already hardening cock. I had withheld myself from her for the entire weekend. I wanted her to suck my cock with an urgency, what better way to start a Monday morning.

“I want.. you.” Her eyes fixed on my cock head. The words alone made me twitch, but I wasn’t giving in that easily. If she wanted me, she’d have to beg.

“Oh, just a kiss, well.. that you can have, when I’m finished reading my newspaper.” I teased her again.

“No.. I mean.. that’s not all I want. I.. ” Her eyes still affixed to my cock, it was not as good at hiding my desires as I was.

“Look, it’s getting big. I think it wants me too!” She giggled. She was so cute when she giggled. But I remained steadfast.

“It’s the breeze. Don’t flatter yourself my pet. Now, fetch me another cup of coffee, and let me finish my paper. You’re distracting me.”

She bounced from her knees and grabbed my cup. She was back in a flash, trying to coax her reward. She was back on her knees between my legs in no time. I felt a cool gust on the head of my cock. I let the corner of the paper fall so I could gaze upon her. Her pursed lips blowing air on me. The rustle of the paper brought her eyes to mine. She knew she was caught. It was tough to be mad at her. Her hazel eyes and auburn hair, and that naughty grin of hers, always made my heart skip a beat. She was breathtaking.

“Was that the breeze you were talking about? The one that was making you grow?” Her grin was naughty, she was being a brat. She wanted me to relent and give in, but I was determined to hear those words.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t feel a breeze. Did you say what you wanted for breakfast yet? I’m sorry, I must not have been paying attention.” It was days like this that I yearned for. When we were both to stubborn to admit. Her grin faded into a pout, and I, pretending not to care flipped the corner of my paper back up and pretended to continue reading. 

Her hand grazed my balls and again my own manhood betrayed me. For between her puffs of air and the stroke of her hand I could feel a bead of wetness forming on the head of my penis.

“Oh! LOOK! That’s what I want! I can see my breakfast!” She giggled again. It was enough. I don’t know who’s desire was greater at this moment, but I was about to relent.

“Your breakfast, awaits,” I said as I discarded the paper. “If it’s me that you want, you just need to say it”

Her eyes raised to mine. Her smiled faded, and her giggle gone. Her mouth parted slightly yielding to her teeth, and she firmly bit her lower lip. Her voice now throaty and serious, “I want your cock. I want to nibble it, I want to suck it and nuzzle it. I want to suck it and I want your cum. I want it now, please. Please.. I need your cock in my mouth.”

“How badly do you want my cock?”

“More than anything else in the world. Please.. I want to please you.”

She played the game well. Too well. For I could barely reply with more than a weak nod before she devoured me. She nibbled and sucked and devoured me. She nuzzled my balls in her mouth and hand as she sucked and stroked me to the brink.

When I shot my load she devoured that as well. With a passion and a hunger. Every last drop. My knees were still weak. I could barely muster the strength to stand. She remained on her knees in position. Her giddy grin returned. “What’s for dessert?”

Awesome short story. ^__^ 10/10 -N

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