It’s Panda, Miss Dementia If You’re Nasty

It had been an exhausting day, herding a group of 3rd graders during a field trip at the zoo on what turned out to be the hottest day of the year. As soon as I got home, I stripped and laid down on the bed, under the fan, willing myself to cool off. I hadn’t planned on it, but I fell asleep.

I awoke to the sound of my husband, Evan, returning from the computer programming company he works for. I heard him come in the door, drop his stuff off in his office and walk toward the bedroom. He peeked his head in the door and his eyes lit up when he saw me on the bed, naked.

“Well hello, gorgeous. Tough day?”

I sighed. “Very tough. We had the field trip today and it was exhausting. I had to stop Tyler from climbing into a few different animal cages. I passed out soon after I got home.”

He furrowed his brow in concern. “Yikes.” Then the sparkle in his eye and mischievous grin returned. “I made something for you today that I think will be perfect to take your mind off of this tough day. And you’re in the perfect position to enjoy it.”

“Ooh! A surprise?! I can’t wait to see it!”

He stepped a little further into the room and opened the double doors wide. “Robo, come,” he commanded.

I gasped as a 4 foot high machine that looked like something out of a sci-fi movie rolled into the room.

“Wha… what is it?” I stammered.

“A little something I put together for you, something to keep you company when I’m away. Will you scoot toward the end of the bed so I can show you what it does?”

I hesitantly did what he asked.

“Robo, turn.” The machine turned itself toward me.

“Robo, dildo.” A door on the front of the machine popped open and with a mechanical groan, a bar with a dildo attached slid out.

“Evan, ohmigod! You can’t be serious!”

“Come on, love, I spent a lot of time building and programming this. At least give it a try.”

I bit my lip uncertainly. “Ugh, ok, fine.”

“Good girl. Robo, lube.” Another “arm” slid out of the robot and squirted lube on my pussy, making me gasp at the cold slickness. “Now will you slide yourself a little bit down on the dildo?”

I did as my husband asked, moaning as I pushed my pussy down on the thick dildo.

“Robo, thrust.” The dildo arm started thrusting into me at a slow pace. As much as I didn’t want to, I couldn’t help but moan at how good it felt.

“Robo, faster.” The dildo thrusted faster.

“Robo, vibrate.” A third arm with a round nub on the end slid from the machine and made contact with my clit. It began to vibrate and I moaned even louder.

Evan sunk down on the bed next to me and began kissing my neck. “Now I want you to control him. He recognizes over 100 commands. Just make sure you say his name first,” he whispered into my ear. He slid his tongue down to my nipples and began suckling on them, causing my hips to twitch in response.

“Umm… Robo… thrust harder.” The machine responded immediately. “Oh God… Robo… vibrate faster.” The vibrations on my clit sped up.

Being filled with a thick, thrusting cock, having amazingly on point vibrations on my clit, and having my husband suck and nibble on my nipples had me screaming in orgasm in a very short time. And then again. After the third orgasm, I needed a break.

Breathless, I managed one last command: “Robo, stop.” The thrusting and vibration stopped, and the arms retracted into the body of the machine.

Evan stopped playing with my nipples and looked up at me, smiling. “So am I right to assume you like your present?”

All I could manage was a satisfied groan in response.

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This story was written for Microfantasy Monday. Sweltering Celt’s theme for this week was “anything geeky.” I hope you enjoyed my take on it!

The hard-hitting rock blared through the speakers, managing to stay louder than the yells and screams of the crowd. I was in the midst of the crowd of fans, all pushing, dancing, straining closer to the stage. I had long since lost myself in the music, allowing the pulsing of the music to flow through my veins and move me.

The ending of one song brought the start of another - a distinct and dramatic change of music. The bass drum pounded, the bass guitar thrummed, a synthesizer joined the chorus. This music had a hypnotic effect, perhaps amplified by the contact high I was experiencing, and I felt a sort of out of body experience as I began to undress myself. I stripped off my top and bra, my jeans and panties, hearing nothing but the music and seeing nothing but wild images on the insides of my eyelids.

As I finished stripping off my panties, I felt strong, rough hands lift me up, then more hands on my legs and arms, bringing my body parallel to the ground. I was passed from hands to hands across the crowd, feeling hands slapping my buttocks, fingers pinching my nipples, caressing my breasts, exploring my nether lips and my hard clit.

The pounding of the music grew in my ears, just as the pounding of my clit increased. The music caressed me as the scores of unknown hands did. Welcome fingers invaded my pussy and ass, pushing me towards climax.

The song ended just as the orgasm burst inside of me, leaving my screams of pleasure the only sound echoing in the night.

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This is my (late) entry for this week’s Microfantasy Monday. Ang gave us the theme of music. Hope you enjoyed my take on it!

Lucas limped away from the wreckage of the shot-down helicopter, saying a silent prayer for the other 4 men who hadn’t made it out along with a prayer of thanks that, aside from a fairly deep gash on his leg and a minor head injury, he had been unharmed.

He knew that the Marine camp they had been headed to in order to deliver supplies was only a few miles away and that since the enemy was sure to arrive soon to scavenge the wreckage, his best bet was to head to the camp.

Armed with his pistol and two M4s he was able to find amongst the wreckage, Lucas set off through the trees in the direction of the Marine camp. His luck continued as he trekked through enemy territory - he didn’t encounter any enemy soldiers.

Two hours after Lucas started trudging cautiously toward the Marine camp, M4 at the ready in case an enemy combatant was spotted, he came upon a small hill. He mounted the hill slowly and quietly and peered over the crest, half expecting to find an enemy camp.

Instead, he saw a small clearing with a small lake. His jaw dropped when he recognized what was going on in the middle of the lake - two milk chocolate-skinned, dark-haired beauties were splashing around naked, their bountiful breasts bobbing on the surface of the water. Lucas actually rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things on account of his head injury. But no, there they were, as real as could be, laughing and playing, their skin glistening from the droplets of water.

Lucas peered around the edges of the clearing, straining to make sure there weren’t any enemies lying in wait. Not seeing anything, he carefully crept over the crest of the hill and down the other side, toward the lake. As he got closer, he chose a tree to hide behind with branches that enabled him to watch unseen.

After a few minutes, the women made their way to the bank of the lake and emerged from the water, holding hands. The taller of the two women sank down on a blanket at the edge of the lake and the shorter one followed suit. As they talked in the foreign tongue, the shorter one began to run her fingers along the skin of the other’s thigh. The taller one spread her thighs apart, giving Lucas a perfect view of her mound, shockingly pink against her dark skin. The hand crept closer to her pussy, eventually covering it, then stroking, rubbing, pinching. The tall woman gasped and sighed as the shorter one brought her mouth down upon her nipple, fingers sliding into her.

Lucas watched intently, grinding his hardening cock on the tree bark. He hadn’t seen a woman, much less touched one, in 8 months, and he longed to join these two foreign beauties. As the taller woman’s moans grew, so did Lucas’ resolve to attempt to join.

His aching cock finally made the decision for him, and he quietly stepped around the tree. On his fourth step closer to the lake, though, Lucas stepped on an enemy mine.

He died instantly, head still swimming with thoughts of fucking foreign lesbians.

This week’s Microfantasy Monday prompt was to write a military fantasy, in honor of Memorial Day. Though mine wasn’t quite micro, I hope you enjoyed it.

Head over to see Ang, The Sweltering Celt, and the rest of the #mfm entries.

It’s been a while since I’ve participated in MicroFantasy Monday, so please excuse me if I’m a little rusty, but here’s my attempt at taking on the theme of “Opening”:

We were lying on my bed, half-clothed. She interrupted our hot and heavy makeout session and ordered me to sit up, close my eyes and put out my hands. I did as she requested, always eager for a surprise. I heard her rustling around in her bag and then a light package was placed into my hands.

“Open,” she demanded.

I opened my eyes and stole a glimpse of her gorgeous breasts, a sight which made my clit throb, before looking down at the box. It was long & thin, wrapped nicely with a bow.

As I tore open the paper, I asked, “What is this for?”

“No special reason, just something I thought we could have fun with.”

I got the wrapping paper off and lifted off the lid of the box.

*gasp* “A spreader bar?”

She leaned down and kissed me deeply, tongue darting around my mouth. As her lips parted from mine, she whispered, “Yes, love. I want to see you opened for me. Now finish stripping.”

Always incredibly turned on by her forceful side, I quickly slid off my jeans and panties. She ran her fingers lightly over my bare pubic lips, causing my hips to arch and a gasp to escape my lips.

She pushed me back down on the bed and removed the bar from it’s box. She attached one cuff to my left ankle, kissing my foot tenderly. Then she roughly grabbed my right knee and pushed my thighs apart, buckling the other side of the spreader bar to my right ankle.

She stood back and examined me and, apparently not satisfied with the results, slid the spreader bar apart until it was locked in an even longer position. Again, she stood back and examined her work.

I had never been this wide open for anyone before, never been examined so clinically like this. I felt utterly mortified. A warm flush invaded my cheeks and I wished she would just get it over with.

A small smirk played on her lips. “Yes, I think that will do.” She bent forward and kissed my neck, fingers playing along my open lips. “You have such a pretty pussy, my love. The prettiest I’ve ever seen. One last surprise for that pretty pussy, though…”

She turned and grabbed my Throe from beside the bed, pushing it under my ass. Then she reached into her bag again and pulled out a large bottle of lube. She opened up the bottle and poured some onto her fingers and then began working it into my pussy.

She looked at me, a twinkle playing in her eye. “I know you’ve been fantasizing about being fisted. Tonight, we’re going to make that fantasy a reality. You WILL open up for me, won’t you?”

I moaned in anticipation and agreement as she set to work.

“There’s only one left, you know,” he said, pinching my ass as I locked the front door and turned off the “OPEN” sign.

“Of course I know,” I replied, turning around to face him and unbuttoning my uniform top, giving him a peek of my red bra. “Red and green paisley printed love seat, tassels on the pillows, gold feet shaped like bird talons, one ugly mother fucker. Fourth row, 3 living room sets from the left.”

Ever since the week after he was hired, we had been systematically fucking our way through the entire furniture warehouse after closing time. We had fucked on EVERY piece of sturdy furniture in the store - beds, couches, desks, coffee tables, etc. This love seat was the only thing left and it was last because just LOOKING at it made me want to throw up in my mouth and I couldn’t really imagine having sex on it.

As he grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the disgusting piece of furniture, I whined my protest. “Couldn’t we forgo this one? It’s SO damn ugly!”

“Nope. We’ve come this far, we’ve gotta finish this. Don’t worry, doll, I’ve got a plan.”

When we got to the love seat, he put his hands on my hips and positioned me so that I was standing next to the arm rest, facing the ridiculously gaudy print. I heard him rustling behind me, and then a silk blindfold was slipped over my eyes, shutting out all glimpses of the ugly piece of furniture.

He undressed me slowly, letting his fingers linger on my breasts and pussy lips, evoking slight moans and goose bumps from me.

I then felt his hands grab mine and pull them behind my back. A length of rope was wound and tied tight around my wrists.

He tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled my head back hard, whispering in my ear, “You’re not worried about the love seat now, are you?”

His warm breath on my skin sent a shiver down my spine. “No, I just want you inside of me.”

He pushed me over the arm of the love seat, exposing my ass and pussy, and got to work checking the last piece of furniture off the list.

This week’s Microfantasy Monday theme is “Furniture,” brought to us by Sweltering Celt. Check out her blog for other MfM stories.

General Nalrard entered the Queen’s chamber as he was ordered to do, immediately upon returning from a raid. She was naked, as usual, and on her hands and knees on her chaise, being serviced by 4 slaves - one male was thrusting into her ass, one female was licking her clit and fingering her cunt, another female was licking and massaging her breasts and nipples, and another male was fucking her mouth.

He was not at all surprised to find her like this. In fact, more often than not, she was in a similar position whenever he came to see her. He walked to a spot where she could see him and waited patiently for her to give him permission to speak.

The male slave who was in her mouth began to groan as he got close to climax. The Queen pushed him away and out of her mouth. She gave his cock a hard slap, eliciting a gasp of pain. “Don’t you dare come yet,” she said cruelly. “You know the consequences of coming before you’re given permission. Get back to the stables and take care of the General’s horse.”

“Yes, Highness,” replied the slave, as he quickly slunk out of the room.

“General,” she looked at him expectantly, still on all fours and still being serviced, “please tell me you have good news for me.”

“Highness,” he began nervously, “I’m afraid that we have ransacked every town in the land and we still have yet to find it.”

She shuddered, though whether it was the result of an orgasm or her anger, he didn’t know. She slapped the remaining three slaves away from her. “Be gone, peasants!”

The slaves scrambled up and out of the room, knowing that her wrath had a target in the General for the moment, but any hesitation would bring it down upon them.

The Queen stood and wrapped a translucent robe around her voluptuous body and walked towards the General. She appeared calm, but her blazing eyes told another story. She ran her hands lightly over the General’s armor before bringing her lips to his and kissing him deeply. As he felt her tongue dance across his, he also felt her nimble fingers loose the straps of the armor until it clattered to the floor. She pushed down his breeches and broke the kiss, leaving him naked and hard before her.

“I don’t think you understand the importance of your mission, General,” she said calmly as she gently stroked his cock.

Concerned momentarily only with the sensations he was feeling, he spoke honestly, “No, Highness, I don’t understand why finding an old book is of importance.”

Her hand quickly left his cock and she slapped him with enough force to bring him to his knees. “You insolent fool!” she screamed. “That book is the key! It will bring me unspeakable power! I must have it!”

She strode back behind a curtain that separated off a portion of the room and the General struggled to his feet. “GUARDS!” she shouted. Four large men rushed in immediately. “Tie the General prone on the chaise.” The guards grabbed him and though he fought back, they overpowered him and positioned him as the Queen had ordered, tying his arms and legs tightly before leaving the chamber.

The Queen emerged from behind the curtain, wearing a large strap-on cock and wielding a a bamboo cane. The General quivered as she positioned herself behind him and pressed the cock threateningly against his ass. “I think it’s time, General, that you learn the consequences of failing me.”

This week’s Microfantasy Monday theme from Sweltering Celt is “Books.” I hope you enjoyed my take on it!

She comes to me

in dreams.

Whether I wake or sleep,

she haunts my mind.

Black hair flows

like the soundless ocean,

tossing and turning above me.

I drown in it,

in her,

soaking her in,

gasping for air.

She has the power to kill

and to resurrect

all in one, soft touch

of her lips.

She is mine

and I am hers,

yet she is so far out of my reach

that my arms grow weary

and ache

from constantly reaching for her.

I writhe in sweet agony

at the thought of her,

fingers exploring the darkest parts,

pressing the sweetest of buttons,

bringing me to that perfect release.

Perfect but one thing:

she stays only in my dreams.

This week’s Microfantasy Monday theme is “Dreams,” brought to us, as always, by the incomparable Sweltering Celt. Make sure you check out her blog and the other MfM submissions.

I’ll admit it: I was horny and wanted nothing more than a one-night fuck. No strings, no complications. The question was, though, was I in the mood for cock or pussy? Such a difficult decision… but I finally settled on having warm, soft tits in my face and a clit on my tongue.

I gussied myself up, putting on my shortest skirt, my lowest-cut top, and my high-heeled boots, and walked the short two blocks from my apartment to the city’s best gay bar. I was lucky enough to find a free stool at the bar, so I arranged myself alluringly upon it and ordered a drink, casually scanning the bar for any prospects.

My casual scan turned up a few only-if-REALLY-drunk prospects, so I began a more earnest search, straining my eyes to see into the dark corners, examining every face and body. *sigh* Nothing.

Just as I was about to resign myself to a disappointing night, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and was confronted by a gorgeous set of tits and deep cleavage. Raising my eyes, I saw that the amazing rack belonged to an absolutely breathtaking woman with jet-black, shoulder-length curls and ice-blue eyes.

The next couple of hours were a blur of drinks, laughs, and flirty comments and touches. She seemed to be the perfect woman: hot, sexy, intelligent, witty… I wanted her, badly, and could tell she felt the same about me.

“My apartment is a short walk from here. Will you come home with me?” I whispered into her ear. She nodded and smiled. I paid the tab and we left, hand in hand. The walk to my place seemed to take forever and by the time we walked through my door, I was ravenous.

I pushed this goddess up against the wall and began exploring her mouth, neck and cleavage with my mouth, running my hands slowly up her bare thighs, inching them under her skirt, dying to find her hot, wet spot.

Instead, I found something hard. I took a step back, confused.

“Is that a…” I started.

“Surprise,” she said. “Is that a problem?”

I thought for a brief second, then responded, “I’ve got an unbelievably sexy woman who is going to fuck me with a real, hot cock. Why would that be a problem?”

This week’s Microfantasy Monday theme is “Surprises.” You can find the themes and the other contributors at Sweltering Celt’s blog. Hope you enjoyed my take on it!

I had always been curious about what it would feel like to be a man. I would have vivid dreams every so often about seeing a beautiful, sexy woman and instead of growing wet, feeling my cock grow rigid inside the confines of my pants. I dreamed of how amazing it would be to look down to see a woman’s head moving her lips back and forth along my shaft, me aggressively wrapping my fingers in her hair and forcing her mouth even further down my cock, my sensitive head hitting the back of her throat…

I wouldn’t want to be a man all the time, but just for a weekend, a night, a few hours, I wanted to play that role… I decided this was the night to try.

After struggling to get into the tightest sports bra I had in my drawer, I wrapped an Ace bandage as tightly as I could around my chest, trying to hide any trace of my large breasts. An earlier shopping trip had provided me with a loose dress shirt, boxer briefs and baggy but flattering jeans. I slipped them on but before buttoning up my jeans, I took two more new purchases out of their bag: a packing strap and soft pack. I positioned the strap around my waist and inside my boxer briefs and slipped the pack into it.

Looking into the mirror and straightening my bulge, I appreciated how masculine (albeit pretty) I looked dressed like this and with my hair pulled back into a ponytail. I buttoned my pants, splashed on a bit of men’s cologne that my ex-boyfriend had left at my place, laced up my Chucks, and was ready to walk out the door.

Driving to a nearby bar, scenes of what might play out that night flashed through my head: meeting a sexy woman, engaging in conversation, getting her to giggle and agree to dance with me, pressing close to her on the dance floor, letting her feel what I was packing, convincing her to join me in a bathroom stall, getting lost in a tangle of lips and limbs… I shivered and realized just how wet I was. The role reversal wasn’t quite complete, I couldn’t finish the things I started, I couldn’t press my hard cock into her wet, wanting pussy… but I’d damn well have fun anyways.

This week’s Microfantasy Monday theme was “Role Reversal,” brought to us, as always by Sweltering Celt. Check out others’ submissions here. Hope you enjoyed mine!

The theme for this week’s Microfantasy Monday is Contortion. This submission is a continuance of “Sigil of Sex,” so if you haven’t read the first part yet, do so now! Thank you Sweltering Celt for the MfM theme!

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Dom walked through the heavy door and felt the heat and the rhythm of the music caress her bare flesh. The doorman nodded knowingly as Dom drifted past him, through the entrance hallway and towards the heart of this sanctuary. Even before the music changed, she knew by instinct and by the energy that coursed through her body that tonight there would be an initiation ritual.

As she turned the corner and the large room opened up in front of her, the deep bass and the high trills of the ritual music began and what Dom saw brought back a jolt of memory from her own initiation: There, in the center of the room, a young man was displayed on the top of a table. He was contorted into a back arch, with his palms and feet flat on the table, his wrists and ankles tied securely to the corners of the table, his back arched at a vicious angle by a wooden support placed between the man’s back and the table.

The man was naked, of course, as she had been, and at the angle he was in, his stiff cock stood proudly in the air. The sight of it made Dom’s clit throb.

As Dom moved closer to the table and the throng of nude people surrounding it, she caught a glimpse of the man’s face. He looked completely calm, with none of the fear that she had felt at her own initiation.

The Master of Initiation took his place on the step next to the table and raised his hands to signal the start of the ritual. The music faded into faint background noise and the onlookers quieted as well. The Master addressed the crowd first. “Tonight we initiate another member into our family and we mark him with the eternal symbol of our kind. We offer him sanctuary and acceptance and welcome him with open arms. Who will take the task of bringing our brother to ecstasy?”

He passed his eyes over the members of the crowd and finally came to rest on Dom. He nodded at her. She nodded back and moved through the congregation to the edge of the table, positioning herself next to the Master.

The Master looked down at the contorted man. “Brother, are you ready to accept our symbol and our vow of secrecy, for all of eternity?”

“I am.”

This was Dom’s cue, so she wrapped her hand around the young man’s engorged shaft. The man shuddered with pleasure as she began to stroke. As the ritual music grew louder once again, the Master lifted the initiation blade and brought it down upon the skin on the man’s lower abdomen. Dom sped up her stroking as the blade pierced and the man felt no pain as the first sanguine drops appeared on his white skin.

As the Master carved their symbol into willing flesh, Dom worked to bring the other mass of willing flesh to the brink. The music sped up and Dom’s hand kept time with the beat. One last stroke of the blade finished the symbol and one last stroke of her hand finished the man’s climb to orgasm. He exploded in Dom’s hand, one liquid of life mixing into the other, already pooled on his lower abdomen.

“Brother,” the Master exclaimed, “you are now one of us! Welcome!”

The crowd echoed the Master’s acceptance of the new member.

Dom bent and kissed the tip of the man’s still twitching cock. “Welcome, Brother. “