Naughty Little "Elf"
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,687
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Naughty Little "Elf"
A quick one-shot on feelings I experienced while working for a fundraiser earlier today. Not much, but I NEEDED to write it. Enjoy!
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It was exciting.
Like I actually belonged to someone. Bent over with my ass in the air, cleaning up his dirty laundry and papers that got strewn everywhere. Lander couldn’t appreciate the excitement it gave me. The pleasure that flushed my cheeks and made my body taut.
“Sorry, it’s hot in here.”
My face red because of naughty thoughts that made my panties damp. “No, it’s okay.”
It was hot. But it made it sensual. I bit my lip. I was attached, happily. But it was so hard when Lander told me to do things.
I had been bought in an auction for a fundraiser. Innocent little thing, get help for the end of the semester. It gets rough. It shouldn’t have been titillating, but there you have it.
I’m such a slut. An ill-behaved cunt that my master has had to mold through discipline.
Oh, I needed his discipline.
I thought of my lover. How he’d call me bitch while I cleaned his floor on my hands and knees. How he would push me onto my knees was I to try to stand up. I would’ve been spanked a couple times by now too.
But my current master watched out for homework and a lost traffic ticket obliviously. I paused at a couple of condoms. They made me smile, but I dismissed the thought. The delicious, sweat-soaked thought.
I’ll have to tell my master. I should be punished for such wicked thoughts.
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It was exciting.
Like I actually belonged to someone. Bent over with my ass in the air, cleaning up his dirty laundry and papers that got strewn everywhere. Lander couldn’t appreciate the excitement it gave me. The pleasure that flushed my cheeks and made my body taut.
“Sorry, it’s hot in here.”
My face red because of naughty thoughts that made my panties damp. “No, it’s okay.”
It was hot. But it made it sensual. I bit my lip. I was attached, happily. But it was so hard when Lander told me to do things.
I had been bought in an auction for a fundraiser. Innocent little thing, get help for the end of the semester. It gets rough. It shouldn’t have been titillating, but there you have it.
I’m such a slut. An ill-behaved cunt that my master has had to mold through discipline.
Oh, I needed his discipline.
I thought of my lover. How he’d call me bitch while I cleaned his floor on my hands and knees. How he would push me onto my knees was I to try to stand up. I would’ve been spanked a couple times by now too.
But my current master watched out for homework and a lost traffic ticket obliviously. I paused at a couple of condoms. They made me smile, but I dismissed the thought. The delicious, sweat-soaked thought.
I’ll have to tell my master. I should be punished for such wicked thoughts.