It was time.
I had been dreaming of this. I had, so many times, lay in bed and stroked my cock while imagining this.
With Karen, my girlfriend, I had delved into new ways to stimulate her and myself. One of the newest, most intense, was having her having her way with my nipples. It was an exciting discovery, that my nipples were as sexually exciting to me when they hardened when aroused, as was my cock.
I was dressing Karen to be my whore, having just shaved her pussy.
She moaned and giggled as I shaved her cunt, a pleasant combination of responses to my strokes of the razor across her pubes. I was careful to leave just a strip of soft downy blonde hair above her wonderful pussy. She was completely under my control as I shaved her. She liked that landing strip I crafted above her silky wet pink deliciously slippery slit. She cooed and moaned at her own decadence as she let me wield a razor against her most valuable real estate.
Karen was a firecracker. She would fuck anyone if I asked her to. (This will become clear in a later story).
She was very moldable. She could become anything I wanted her to be in my bed. Now, as I shaved her for my pleasure, and got her ready for a good fucking, she was excited.
Karen loved a good fuck. She loved to be slightly abused as well. When, in early fuck sessions, I discovered her breathing increased when I held both of her hands at the wrist in one hand, and extended them both over her head, she writhed and moaned harder with each thrust of my dick into her. She was clearly excited to be tied up, or restrained. (Again. More on this later)
Lovely Karen. She was about 5'5" tall, had an athletic body, since she was an active ice skater. She was very pretty, very mean to men she did not care to fuck, and was always being hit up by men.
She had firm small breasts, almost boyish in their petite peaks. Karen wore her hair in a ponytail most of the time, more towards the top of her head, rather than the back.
When I fucked her, she thrashed, moaned, wanted more, never resisted anything, and loved me to swirl my tongue in and near her sweet, sweet, brown, coconut oil lubricated, ass slit.
She took it in the ass, smiling afterwards, asking if I liked it that way, smiling, when I said yes, and then asking, "Why?, because it's for-BID-den???". She enjoyed anything tending to fetish-like. She liked it when I followed her to the bathroom one night after fucking her, and wanted to feel her piss come out of her when she sat on the toilet.
I slid my hand between her legs, and she happily watched me as her hot piss filled my hand and ran into the toilet. She smiled. She liked such things as those I found exciting and wild. I would have drank her piss if she asked me to.
She was not at that time, into things such as whips or ropes, but she liked to toy with the ideas of them.
Karen let me do anything new, if it was not too extreme to begin with. Sometimes I had to acclimate her to my fetishes a bit at a time. That's how I came to purchase many different sets of extremely sexy lingerie, a few dildos, plugs, and several pair of whore fuck shoes for her to wear in my bed as I fucked her, those shoes lovely as they dangled from her feet next to my feet when I held her by the ankles and pounded her cunt with a stiff cock, wet with her love juices, glistening in the candlelight.
She let me dress her up as my fuck-toy after I carefully shaved her, and she loved it.
I remember when she did not reaIize that the bra I was putting on her was an open-tip bra. She did not know her lovely nipples were going to be exposed until it was on, (it was always a candle-lit bedroom with Karen, and darkness made it all so much more erotic when I was dressing up my little fuck-toy). I put the bra on her, the sexy bra pushing her breasts upwards, out, and her nipples were exposed, bare, poking through the open tips, pink, large, and hard. She actually gasped with surprise and delight. She liked seeing herself as a gorgeous whore.
"Oh, GOD", was all she said. I knew she was going top be a particularly good fuck that night.
Then, I turned to the dresser, picked up a bright red lipstick, turned to my little whore-doll, and slowly applied lipstick to her pretty pink lips, She did not usually wear makeup at work, (I met her at the radio station above the TV station where I worked in San Francisco in the late 90's. She ran the audio board for a major talk station there, and still does. She was never much for makeup in public. She did, now, of course, let me apply as much to her as I wanted to see. I wanted a whore in my bed, and Karen was my personal, eternally redesigned whore).
After painting her slut-lips, I applied eye shadow, eyebrow pencil, and anointed my little pleasure girl with a bit of perfume. It went, very lightly, onto her inside thighs, her neck, around her pussy and inside of it, and around her sweet brown treasure and then a bit rubbed into her ass cheeks. It was cherry flavored lipstick.
Karen then put on some strappy pantie/garter belt , all thin, small straps and tiny buckles. Under that, a tiny little pair of panties, just big enough to barely cover her pussy. Easily moved aside, so that my cock could pound her without having to remove them. I remember tearing them off of her later that night. Dangling straps were snapped onto sheer black hose, up to her thighs. Then she slipped into a pair of marvelously high, patent leather, platform heels with 4" spikes. Several pair of these were never out of my bedroom, and I loved to fuck her while seeing those high-heels over my head.
Karen was ready to fuck.
I was not. This particular night, I was feeling something new. I had started to really like having my slut suck my nipples and bite them, pull them, and generally, treat them as I treated her hard little titties. I loved it when she did this, and usually, it was near the end of our sex, I was on my back, she was riding my cock wildly, and she leaned over, found my nipple after running her mouth over my breast in that area in the dark, started sucking me hard, pulling it, biting it, hurting me so wildly, and I moaned and gushed hot thick cum into her cunt, while her other hand was doing similar things to the other nipple. I could not get enough of this.
As Karen stood beside me next to the bed, I took the lipstick and put some on my lips.
Then, perversely, I ran little circles of the red tint around each of my nipples, over and over, as she watched. This was new. She smiled as she watched me do this.
Then, I slipped on one of her black bras that I picked from the drawer beside me. It fit tightly, but did highlight my nipples' presence beneath. Next, a pair of open-slit panties, and my hard cock stood upright, over the top of the somewhat tight panties. These open slit panties tied and each side, so I could adjust the size just fine.
