re-blog since my phone screwed up and didn’t post most of what I’d written #fuckyouiphone

distractedbyeyecandy:

One of the things I love about strip clubs is the juxtaposition of the soft skin & killer curves against the hard rough clothing of those leering at them.

As a chick, I love being the naked little vixen squirming against a fully clothed man having his way with me. I love feeling the rough texture of jeans on my pussy, unable to stop myself from rubbing against it until he jerks his legs away from my throbbing clit, giving it a smack, or several, reminding me I am not in control and that my needy pussy gets attention when he says so. I can’t help but glance where my cunt had found some momentary relief for it’s insatiable desire, I smile when I see the shiny wetness I left on his hard, rough jeans - still firmly in place. By a belt no less… Feeling the cold buckle rake over my nipples, my stomach, across my squirming pelvis, rubbed unmercifully against my aching clit only makes me want more.

I love feeling a starched button up rubbing, sometimes carelessly rough sometimes only a teasing touch across my tits, teasing my nipples. I arch my back so my tits are there for his needs, if he so chooses to use them for his pleasure. Feeling the buttons scrape over my nipples, hoping a button catches one of them a little too hard, only making me arch more.

He whips off the belt, taking the strap end to my aching tits. Slapping them, grazing them, grabbing them rough, hard. The buckle settles onto my cunt. I jerk then gyrate until it slides in the folds, deeper. He shoves his knee against my pussy hard, still clothed in jeans, pushing the buckle deeper inside rubbing up down with his knee, the leather rubs against my clit, my pussy soaking it all. A few more slaps to my tits and he mercilessly pulls it all away, jerking the buckle from my aching slit, shoving it into my mouth, telling me to suck my cum off his fucking belt. I do so until he pulls it out of my mouth replacing it with his hand, pushing his fingers down my throat, then pulling them away. My mouth, my eyes beg for more. He just smirks, slaps my face hard & tells me he’ll fill my slutty throat soon enough then he grabs a tit as a handle almost, pulling me towards him, then shoving me back down, letting the weight of my tit slip out of his hand first, jerking my nipple upwards with his thumb and forefinger before letting go roughly. I fall back, my tits bouncing from the impact. He quickly throws his belt on his writhing, naked little slut, the buckle cold again as it rests on my tits only momentary while he grabs the strap and starts on my cunt. Squirming under his strong grasp he licks my thighs with the raw end of the belt, watching them quickly turn red, hitting them harder when I arch my wet slit closer to him, hoping it gets the same treatment. With some hard and fast slaps to my tits & whip of the strap on my throbbing clit he smirks again, “settle down slut” is all he says with a wicked little laugh knowing I need him and his cock I can see is hard and thick under his jeans. 

In a single motion he spins me so that my head hangs helplessly off the bed and my red, aching body is sprawled out before him. He uses my face to rub his cock against, still covered in denim, pushing himself harder and harder on my face as he spreads my legs wide with his hands “keep them spread open wide bitch.” The belt is back, the strap licking my thighs and pussy with no focus other than roughly ravaging me at his will while his cock rubbing up and down & all over on my face makes him forget he’s still lapping my cunt with his belt. My cunt is dripping, dripping down my ass, over my tight asshole, my pelvis arched up so he has better access, arching so the strap will find it’s way to my spread ass, my legs still spread wide, thighs slapped with a belt if my legs close too much. The belt laps and slaps my ass, my asshole..my body is in heat, every part of me needs every part of him. The smirk reappears, he gives my asshole a few more hard, focused pops of the belt before whipping it in one motion between my slit and the crack of my ass, the leather is pulled tight, the strap behind me, clutched in his hand, he grabs the buckle, giving my tits a pinch and a slap before hastily jerking the buckle then riding my crotch with his belt. back and forth, watching me twitch and squirm, still moaning - muffled by the presence of his jeans while he rubs his cock against my mouth and face.

Quickly, he pulls his cock away, my eyes look to him, pleading… in moments his throbbing cock is freed from his jeans and shoved deep down my throat. He fucks my face hard, losing himself in the feeling of his cock being covered by my tight, wet throat, grabbing, slapping, pulling the rest of me at his will. His fingers dive deep in my pussy until they’re all sucked in. I ride his hand as he rides my face… still a naked little slut writhing under the power of him, still fully clothed, only his belt removed and his cock pulled out, put still deep in my throat. 

In short, feeling the stiff, rough fabric of clothes against my naked body makes me feel like a proper little fuck toy, ready to please and spread myself for the he who fills me with lust and desire.

Now go have yourselves a proper Sunday Funday my delicious little deviants ;)

Love, M.