The Fallen Angel

Needy Girls Finish Last

“Awwee baby, you’re so desperate and horny for me aren’t you?”

He’s teasing me from above while I sit gently on my knees in front of him.

I plead wordlessly, my eyes nearly tearing up from the need within me.

He grins at my helpless state.

Because although I am completely unbound and free…

I am a slave to this need within.

He planted it, and knew exactly what he was doing the first time he put my face near his boot.

He knowingly and sinisterly corrupted me while I-

Fell into the hidden trap like the perfect victim.

At first, they were just thoughts I dared not share.

Then, the books came. Others did share my thoughts and wrote them down and published them none the less!

I wasn’t alone.

I felt validated.

I felt this little light begin to flicker within me, as if bringing life to where there wasn’t.

Yet I still kept this part of me cautiously close.

Until the flicker burned greater..

To a small flame which burned and danced sporadically. And was hungry, starving even from so many years of being lost.

It was something I could never control.

Luckily, I’ve always been a ride the wave, don’t fight it type of girl. Always very accepting of life’s circumstances.

So, it grew, and so did I.

I allowed myself to feel more comfortable practicing bdsm. I pushed myself to be able to take pain and emotionally sustain. And through it, I allowed myself to enjoy the pain and the power dynamics. I was just learning to be a good little submissive when he came along…

The first night I saw him, I thought little of him.
I was walking into my house, unloading groceries, as a single woman often does.

I only saw him slightly, just a blob of black out of the corner of my eye that I carelessly didn’t register

I should have looked closer. When I felt my body suddenly jerked back just inches from the door, I knew I fucked up.

The things I have let this man do to me simply because he made me both fear him and lust for him make me question my sanity.

He has done nothing to reassure me of my sanity as his nickname for me includes “psychotic”

I am a fucked up induvial.

And I can either run from that and deny it for the rest of my life..

Or I can accept all of the parts that make up me

From the bubbly, overflow of sunshine in my personality..

To the deep, dark, haunted forest where I fuck my brains out

I am who I am. I am meant to experience this life exactly how the Universe has laid out for me to do so.

So, there is no reason, beyond safety, that I should deny who and what I am.

The things I want.

The things I like.

And strangely the more I raise my voice, the more I demand to discover this part of me..

The more desperate I become.

Hence, why I am grinding my soaking cunt on his boot right now, and why I like it.

I could cum from that look in his eyes alone.

His predator eyes are so sadistic and so sweet at the same time.

In the same breath he will praise me and hurt me.

I love it.

And I love being his innocent, little, toy.

I love not having a single thought in my head.

He replaces them with pain and pleasure.

He knows all the right buttons to push.

“Open your fucking mouth, slut” he commands darkly. And so I do. With my doe eyes still focused up on him, I stick out my wet tongue and wait for him. “Good girl. Now keep your mouth open while I fuck your throat.” I slightly nod showing him my understanding, but he notices the flare of fear in my eyes. God I’m practically drooling for him. Oh wait, I am drooling for him, all over my knees planted in the hard wood floor. He enters so fast I’m taken by surprise, and I barely have time to remember to breathe through my nose. He is filling every inch of my mouth and it’s not even all the way in. I bring my eyes down to his cock in between us and try to examine the work ahead of me. It doesn’t look too far, but still. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll be gentle…For a while” I love how he taunts me and scares me. “Open up for me” he whispers as he pushes a little bit more. I do my best to take him deeper, my muscles working to take the large cock in my throat. “Stick your tongue out.” It seems impossible but when I do, my throat allows him right in. He’s taking up every thought in my head at this point and filling the rest with himself. All I can do or see is him as he pumps in and out of my lips. I can feel myself starting to get wet at this point. Just sitting here, taking him like a good girl, and proving to myself that I can do it even though it seemed scary at first, it’s everything to me. It’s what makes me feel like an empowered woman, while also filling my dirty, slut needs. See with him I have the freedom to be exactly who I am. Strong, confident, powerful, but also submissive, needy, and desperate sexually. He holds my hand as he leads me through my darkness. He sees me.

I am in such bliss I almost forget about my task at hand. He slaps my face leaving a slight sting which brings me back. “Don’t you fucking touch yourself without permission” he growls from above. His hand is wrapped in my hair pulling it back at the scalp, which is blissfully stinging and forcing tears from my eyes. I look back up at him dazed and so, so wet I am almost a puddle. “Awe baby, you look so cute with that dumb slut brain look in your eyes. There’s not a single thought in that pretty little head is there?” he teases as he pulls me by my hair, slowing his strokes in my throat. His cock leaves my mouth and suddenly I feel empty and cold. “You need this cock, don’t you?” I don’t answer, I just stare and plead with my teary eyes, catching my breath. “Answer me when I talk to you” he growls. “Yes.” “Yes, what?” “Yes sir.” It comes out so soft, like wind on silk sheets. “Good girl baby. Now take my cock and rub your pussy on my boot.” A sigh of relief slips my lips as I begin to grind my wet folds on the foreign, shiny, material. The oddness feels so fucking good under my clit, and I can only grind faster and push harder into him as he starts to fill my mouth again. I grind until I’m barely able to go up and down with how hard I press myself to his boot. Fuck, I want it inside of me, all the way inside of me. I keep pressing as if I’ll somehow be able to feel his boot within me because the fire it is creating on my clit just isn’t enough. I need more. I’ll always need more of him. I mindlessly keep my mouth open and my tongue out as he pumps deep into my throat over and over, his hands roving over the skin of my neck and the back of my neck. He groans deep within himself as I moan around him. I can feel the tension rising within him and taste his precum at the back of my throat. This excites me so much. I want him to use me to cum, so bad. It gives me power as it does him. I can make him unravel, and he can make me obedient and useful. We both give up a part of the control we both so love in this, but we both get what we want from it as well. “Take it baby. Take it” he grunts and groans as his breath hitches and his salty cum fills my throat. It’s so warm in the back of my throat, and it’s all him, inside of me. He nearly growls as he brings his head back down to me, I’m playfully licking his sensitive tip with a seductress’s look in my eyes. His eyes light up as he sweetly smiles as me, still breathing heavy from his orgasm. “You did so good baby.” he says as one of his fingers gently brushes my face, taking a piece of hair behind my ear. “I want you to rub your pussy on my boot until you come for me. I want you to come for me baby” My hips encase his boot, sealing it from the outside world. If I could suffocate a boot, I would. Right now, with my thick thighs. I grind and grind, his hands now knotted in my hair holding my face upwards so I can only look up at him. “Eyes on me. I want to watch you baby. You’re so fun to play with. I don’t want to miss a single thing” I keep going, my pace quickening and becoming more desperate. God, I don’t remember being this wet before- oh wait. I’m not drowning out the noise of my pussy by deep throating him anymore. Now all we can both hear are my little whimpers, and the undeniable wetness of my pussy soaking the tops of his boots. “I love how wet you get for me, just a desperate fucking slut who will do anything to cum for her owner” “Yes” I cry out, and he slaps me again “Yes, what? Just because you’re making your little cunt feel good all over me doesn’t mean you can forget your manners” “Yes sir” I breathlessly manage. I’m trying so hard to wait for him, to not unravel myself before he says to. But it’s so fucking hard when it feels so good. And his words make me that much more hungry for release. “Please” I beg “Aw, baby wants to cum? Are you that hot for me slut?” his voice dripping with a sadistic sarcasm. He knows I’m getting so close and that every second from now until he allows me to let go will be torture. “It’s okay, you can cum for me” he says sweetly. My hips grind faster and without rhythm chasing ecstasy. “That’s it baby, cum. Cum for me” And I fall apart at that. My vision leaves me as I close my eyes in its overwhelming power. My body seems to lift and float as it’s struck by warm lighting all over and repeatedly. I can feel my body shaking but I don’t want to come back down. I try to ride out another wave, to take the next orgasm that seems so close to the previous I believe it could be the same one. His hands comb through my hair and suddenly I am yanked back off of my knees and onto my back, he on top of me and invading my space. He is everywhere as I peel my eyes back open and return to this reality. “Oh, so greedy baby. I only said you could have one.” All I can do is whimper under him, my body, my mind, even my very soul too weak from pleasure to do…anything. I’m surprised I can even breathe. Maybe he’ll wrap those big hands of his around my throat and- no. God, just focus here. “Ah I can see that look in your eyes baby. You look so pretty when you want to be a dirty girl”