08-04-2008, 04:06 PM
My first time written by Darkcyde
I don't think you could call my free time strange, it's just something I've grown accustomed to. When I was little, up until I was ten, my step-dad was abusive, and my mother always stood by and let him do whatever the hell he felt like. My mom was a very beautiful and attractive woman, and most of the time she wore these short skirts to please him and more often than not it would have the opposite effect, especially when he was drunk. When I got to the sober age of fifteen I decided to move out, and with the help of my ex-boyfriend we got as far away as possible.
I've never heard from my mom since, and now I've scrounged up enough money that has gotten me through my second year of college. I don't exactly do belly-torture for a living, although it would be a fine way to make it, but I've been working hard for a major in English.
On campground I always wear tight skirts or jeans, and a tube top that straps around my tits, exposing my entire belly flesh to my innie navel. It's amazing what some girls can learn from guys in that short period of time they really love the sight of a poor girl's naked tummy, which is okay with me, considering I constantly raise my fees higher and they don't care. Now I've been doing this for years. My customers usually go beyond belly punching, like anything from dripping hot wax into my bellybutton(it's been done), to pressing needles in my solar plexus. I like to believe I've seen it all, but I doubt it. You know, guys, some of those fantasies you write up as fiction are not that far off either. I remember the first time I ever had to do, somewhere over two years ago.
My customer's name was Rick, he was a pretty damn rich businessman who got stuck up with his wife and they've been fighting for a long time. He'd heard about me from one my friends-Alicia, and wanted to try me out, because he was bored as hell from the old c--- and wanted something new, I guess to remind him of his past.
One thing I love about people asking me to do these things is to find out what reason is behind it. People come up with some weird shit, man. To tell you a little about me, physically. I don't exactly have a pic handy, but I'm about 5'7, with long, thick auburn hair, a clear, smooth, tanned face and deep blue eyes. I weigh around 115 lbs., which is pretty good considering a little girl like me. =)
I came to his house at midnight like he said, his wife had just left a couple minutes before I pulled in and when I saw him waiting at the door all my hopes were up. This wasn't exactly a Backstreet Boy, girls if you know what I mean. This guy was a huge tub of lard, with meaty arms and three chins. He was holding a beer and eyeing me with his half-open eyes. What a rush! I was wearing short khaki shorts low around my hips at the time, with a full-sleeved, white tube top that showed an inch of my tits, and barefooted. Don't ask me why I do that, but it turns me on like crazy! I strutted right up to him, and froze. We stood there, me red-cheeked and he grinning from ear to ear.
"You're better than I thought," he said, putting one arm around my waist and leading me right to his bedroom. From the looks of it I remember it didn't look as charming as I heard. Nothing was, as a matter of fact. "Well," I sighed, "what do you want me to do?" I was pointing my tits up as high as I could. It got him going, because he immediately put his beer down and motioned me to lie on the bed. I stretched out, his gaze falling on my bare midriff. "Be right back," he muttered, running out and reappearing with four leather bonds. I couldn't help smiling. "What're you going to do?" He didn't answer, but began to do what I feared, tying my wrists and ankles to the posts.
When his work was done, he stood back, cross-armed and admired the work. My belly was heaving, I could feel some sweat circling around my navel. He nodded, leaning up against me and suddenly pressed his hands down, one over the other, over my tanned belly, and pressed down hard, right on my bellybutton. "OOOFFF!!!" I moaned softly, an intense pain rushing over me as my belly swallowed his fists whole like a hungry mouth around an ice cream. He smiled, retracting and getting out a small candle, lighting the tip, waiting. The wax dripped around the edges. I squirmed my hips uneasily, a surge of excitement and fear coursing through me. No matter how tough you think you might be, there's always something to get your hopes up.
He sat down beside, weight squeaking under the mattress. He waved the candle above my belly, inching closer. "You seem like a pretty bitch if my wife ever found out about us she'd pissed." He laughed at this, turning the candle upside down, holding it by its ends. I gasped, the heat moving closer down my ribs to my bellybutton, the hot liquid pouring down the side right onto my skin. I gritted my teeth, trying to restrain a cry, my eyes pinching back the tears. He shrugged, the wax dripping in amounts now down the cup of my navel and settling its ashes in my skin. I screamed this time, arching my back. I couldn't clearly see what he was doing, I was crying my eyes out, but he drew his thick fist back and lunged it right in my left side. "GUUHHH!!!" I gasped, easing to the right as he suddenly put the candle under the bed, holding it steady so I had to arch my back again, the heat became overwhelming and I was struggling not to be burned alive. I don't remember how long it lasted, not until I heard a doorbell ring and Rick withdrew, looking uneasy. He pinched my stomach and patted my navel, fingering some of the wax. "Don't go anywhere sweetie."
With that he was gone. I finally rested my back down, struggling to retain my breath while I leaned in, looking at my blood-red belly. The punch had really gotten through, when I tried to move again, I couldn't. In the hall next to me I could hear a lot of shouting, a woman's voice bad-mouthing Rick as she stomped my way. I all of a sudden remembered his wife and I uttered a small prayer. It was her alright, freezing when she caught sight of me on her bed, hands on hips and mouth dropping open. She turned back to an ashamed Rick. "What the f--- is this? You're renting whores now?" She edged around the bed, studying me closely. "And I can see you've had some too, no doubt." She was right at my side, instead of hitting me I could feel her soft hand stroking back my long hair. "It's okay honey," she crooned, sitting down beside me. "It must have turned you on, I mean, he hasn't stuck his fat dick into you yet, so the best part's gone." She suddenly raised her fist to my hair, and pulled a great wad up, I shrieked but was helpless, and she enjoyed the sight. "Let's see what I can do," she mustered, leaning into my ear, "we share everything sweetheart. Welcome to the family."
All the time Rick stood back, not moving. I sobbed loudly, but to no avail. His wife was an extremely large woman, with a stone-cold gaze and rupturing hands. She kneeled down before the bed, right in front of my feet. She massaged them lightly, her fingers working up to my shorts. She grappled her fingers around the loops of my shorts and tugged down, exposing my entire belly. "Nice" Her thick finger poked around my bellybutton, scraping all the wax out. "You're such a f---ing sadist," she said. Having her spoon around me like that turned me on like hell, it tried moving my hips in rhythm, my inner thighs were growing wet and it spread. "Oh look," the woman said, smiling, "our girlie liked the feel."
She suddenly grabbed the little baby fat of my stomach and pinched tightly. I screamed of pleasure, wanting more. She knelt on top of me, getting ready. Both her fists curled up, and slammed into my poor flesh at once, over and over again. I uttered only small cries, drool dribbling down my lips, trying to tell her to stop but couldn't. "Now let's see how she is." She unzipped my shorts, and pulled them off. She tore at my panties with her teeth, ripping them off. "Ohhh yeah, you like that don't you bitch." She stuck her entire hand inside my cunt, her fingers working inside of me as I struggled to keep up. "Come on, Rick, join the fun." My eyes widened. He had already undone his pants, his pink dick sticking out and moving to my mouth. He pressed his dick inside my willing mouth, his juice filling up my mouth. I felt like I was going to die. This went on for a long time, my mouth dribbling with sperm when she pulled her fingers out, and smiled. She undid the ties, pushing me out into the hall. "Get the f--- out of here, bitch. Next time you won't be so f---ing lucky." Her husband pushed me out, spinning me around on the doorstep and punched me right in my solar plexus. "GUUUNNH!!!" I doubled over, falling to the ground as he repeatedly kicked me in my stomach and tits, screaming at me until I reached my car. I raced back to the camp ground, lying down when my face hit the bed. My stomach wasn't severely hurt, only a few pink and black blotches. I had some trouble eating for days after, but I recovered quickly, and it was worth it, even though I never got my money.
I don't think you could call my free time strange, it's just something I've grown accustomed to. When I was little, up until I was ten, my step-dad was abusive, and my mother always stood by and let him do whatever the hell he felt like. My mom was a very beautiful and attractive woman, and most of the time she wore these short skirts to please him and more often than not it would have the opposite effect, especially when he was drunk. When I got to the sober age of fifteen I decided to move out, and with the help of my ex-boyfriend we got as far away as possible.
I've never heard from my mom since, and now I've scrounged up enough money that has gotten me through my second year of college. I don't exactly do belly-torture for a living, although it would be a fine way to make it, but I've been working hard for a major in English.
On campground I always wear tight skirts or jeans, and a tube top that straps around my tits, exposing my entire belly flesh to my innie navel. It's amazing what some girls can learn from guys in that short period of time they really love the sight of a poor girl's naked tummy, which is okay with me, considering I constantly raise my fees higher and they don't care. Now I've been doing this for years. My customers usually go beyond belly punching, like anything from dripping hot wax into my bellybutton(it's been done), to pressing needles in my solar plexus. I like to believe I've seen it all, but I doubt it. You know, guys, some of those fantasies you write up as fiction are not that far off either. I remember the first time I ever had to do, somewhere over two years ago.
My customer's name was Rick, he was a pretty damn rich businessman who got stuck up with his wife and they've been fighting for a long time. He'd heard about me from one my friends-Alicia, and wanted to try me out, because he was bored as hell from the old c--- and wanted something new, I guess to remind him of his past.
One thing I love about people asking me to do these things is to find out what reason is behind it. People come up with some weird shit, man. To tell you a little about me, physically. I don't exactly have a pic handy, but I'm about 5'7, with long, thick auburn hair, a clear, smooth, tanned face and deep blue eyes. I weigh around 115 lbs., which is pretty good considering a little girl like me. =)
I came to his house at midnight like he said, his wife had just left a couple minutes before I pulled in and when I saw him waiting at the door all my hopes were up. This wasn't exactly a Backstreet Boy, girls if you know what I mean. This guy was a huge tub of lard, with meaty arms and three chins. He was holding a beer and eyeing me with his half-open eyes. What a rush! I was wearing short khaki shorts low around my hips at the time, with a full-sleeved, white tube top that showed an inch of my tits, and barefooted. Don't ask me why I do that, but it turns me on like crazy! I strutted right up to him, and froze. We stood there, me red-cheeked and he grinning from ear to ear.
"You're better than I thought," he said, putting one arm around my waist and leading me right to his bedroom. From the looks of it I remember it didn't look as charming as I heard. Nothing was, as a matter of fact. "Well," I sighed, "what do you want me to do?" I was pointing my tits up as high as I could. It got him going, because he immediately put his beer down and motioned me to lie on the bed. I stretched out, his gaze falling on my bare midriff. "Be right back," he muttered, running out and reappearing with four leather bonds. I couldn't help smiling. "What're you going to do?" He didn't answer, but began to do what I feared, tying my wrists and ankles to the posts.
When his work was done, he stood back, cross-armed and admired the work. My belly was heaving, I could feel some sweat circling around my navel. He nodded, leaning up against me and suddenly pressed his hands down, one over the other, over my tanned belly, and pressed down hard, right on my bellybutton. "OOOFFF!!!" I moaned softly, an intense pain rushing over me as my belly swallowed his fists whole like a hungry mouth around an ice cream. He smiled, retracting and getting out a small candle, lighting the tip, waiting. The wax dripped around the edges. I squirmed my hips uneasily, a surge of excitement and fear coursing through me. No matter how tough you think you might be, there's always something to get your hopes up.
He sat down beside, weight squeaking under the mattress. He waved the candle above my belly, inching closer. "You seem like a pretty bitch if my wife ever found out about us she'd pissed." He laughed at this, turning the candle upside down, holding it by its ends. I gasped, the heat moving closer down my ribs to my bellybutton, the hot liquid pouring down the side right onto my skin. I gritted my teeth, trying to restrain a cry, my eyes pinching back the tears. He shrugged, the wax dripping in amounts now down the cup of my navel and settling its ashes in my skin. I screamed this time, arching my back. I couldn't clearly see what he was doing, I was crying my eyes out, but he drew his thick fist back and lunged it right in my left side. "GUUHHH!!!" I gasped, easing to the right as he suddenly put the candle under the bed, holding it steady so I had to arch my back again, the heat became overwhelming and I was struggling not to be burned alive. I don't remember how long it lasted, not until I heard a doorbell ring and Rick withdrew, looking uneasy. He pinched my stomach and patted my navel, fingering some of the wax. "Don't go anywhere sweetie."
With that he was gone. I finally rested my back down, struggling to retain my breath while I leaned in, looking at my blood-red belly. The punch had really gotten through, when I tried to move again, I couldn't. In the hall next to me I could hear a lot of shouting, a woman's voice bad-mouthing Rick as she stomped my way. I all of a sudden remembered his wife and I uttered a small prayer. It was her alright, freezing when she caught sight of me on her bed, hands on hips and mouth dropping open. She turned back to an ashamed Rick. "What the f--- is this? You're renting whores now?" She edged around the bed, studying me closely. "And I can see you've had some too, no doubt." She was right at my side, instead of hitting me I could feel her soft hand stroking back my long hair. "It's okay honey," she crooned, sitting down beside me. "It must have turned you on, I mean, he hasn't stuck his fat dick into you yet, so the best part's gone." She suddenly raised her fist to my hair, and pulled a great wad up, I shrieked but was helpless, and she enjoyed the sight. "Let's see what I can do," she mustered, leaning into my ear, "we share everything sweetheart. Welcome to the family."
All the time Rick stood back, not moving. I sobbed loudly, but to no avail. His wife was an extremely large woman, with a stone-cold gaze and rupturing hands. She kneeled down before the bed, right in front of my feet. She massaged them lightly, her fingers working up to my shorts. She grappled her fingers around the loops of my shorts and tugged down, exposing my entire belly. "Nice" Her thick finger poked around my bellybutton, scraping all the wax out. "You're such a f---ing sadist," she said. Having her spoon around me like that turned me on like hell, it tried moving my hips in rhythm, my inner thighs were growing wet and it spread. "Oh look," the woman said, smiling, "our girlie liked the feel."
She suddenly grabbed the little baby fat of my stomach and pinched tightly. I screamed of pleasure, wanting more. She knelt on top of me, getting ready. Both her fists curled up, and slammed into my poor flesh at once, over and over again. I uttered only small cries, drool dribbling down my lips, trying to tell her to stop but couldn't. "Now let's see how she is." She unzipped my shorts, and pulled them off. She tore at my panties with her teeth, ripping them off. "Ohhh yeah, you like that don't you bitch." She stuck her entire hand inside my cunt, her fingers working inside of me as I struggled to keep up. "Come on, Rick, join the fun." My eyes widened. He had already undone his pants, his pink dick sticking out and moving to my mouth. He pressed his dick inside my willing mouth, his juice filling up my mouth. I felt like I was going to die. This went on for a long time, my mouth dribbling with sperm when she pulled her fingers out, and smiled. She undid the ties, pushing me out into the hall. "Get the f--- out of here, bitch. Next time you won't be so f---ing lucky." Her husband pushed me out, spinning me around on the doorstep and punched me right in my solar plexus. "GUUUNNH!!!" I doubled over, falling to the ground as he repeatedly kicked me in my stomach and tits, screaming at me until I reached my car. I raced back to the camp ground, lying down when my face hit the bed. My stomach wasn't severely hurt, only a few pink and black blotches. I had some trouble eating for days after, but I recovered quickly, and it was worth it, even though I never got my money.