Happy 6th !

Today is the 6th anniversary of Debbie's Dirty Little Diary.
Even though I went on an extended “sabbatical”, I’m back, better than ever, and ready to celebrate.

The modern gift for the 6th anniversary is wood. In light of that I thought I would be able to pick and choose some CBW’s to show off their wood. That was impossible, so check out all that wood here and choose your own favorite.

The final part of my celebration is a bit selfish. I've decided to make a list of my top three stories in different categories. Check them out for the first time, or enjoy them all over again.

Please help me out and vote for your favorite genre at the end of the list.  Remember you have to ask for what you want or Dirty Debbie can't give it to.


Blowjobs
Debbie Does You #3
Fuck Me Like You Fuck Her – Part Two
Now It’s Face to Face (Delight Part Two)

Masturbation
The Unlocked Door – Part One
Tell Me
Bath Time For Debbie

Bondage and Force
You Are Mine! (Part Two-The Maid Gets Made)
Is It Safe?
Give It Up Woman
 
Threesomes
Debbie Does You #2
Let’s Enjoy The Buffet
The Unlocked Door – The Finale

Fetish and Kink
Winter Storm
You Are Mine –  Part One
Strapping It On For Him – Part Two




A thank you to all my readers, new and old.

Is It Safe?

There are times when I’m alone that I go over some of my fantasies. As a true believer in the idea that the brain is the largest and finest sex organ a human has, I feel it’s necessary to work on it from time to time. Several nights ago I pondered a favorite of mine while alone in my bed as CJ slept in his room.
See A Lesson Learned if you don’t know about our bedroom set up.

It’s known as “safe rape. Although the idea of being raped is horrific to me, I had heard of this fantasy years ago and the idea engrossed me. Actually, the idea of calling this fantasy a “rape” is ridiculous, but my imagination knew what I meant. I never include anything painful or violent when I think of it. It’s more forceful and passionate than anything else. In my mind I’m more in control and I enjoy any forced submission. I figure that my unknown attacker wants to release some deep primitive urges. The entire scenario is very appealing to me.

This particular evening the fantasy was filling my head. My hands moved to my swelling pussy lips. I gently tugged on them, one at time, finally just cupping my pussy as I thought more of this favorite fantasy of mine. As I pictured the man entering my dark bedroom my fingers moved to my slit and damp inner lips until one slipped inside my wet pussy while my thumb moved to the side of my swollen clit. I teased myself by moving my thumb over my clit as another finger spread me open wider and I rocked on my fingers. The door was closed and I watched my fingers move deftly in the mirror that covered the back of the door. I was naked and could just see the outlines of my large hardened nipples on the top of my large mounds. It was so pleasurable that I felt my head swim in the low light of my bedroom.

I fell deeper into my own deep sexual mind. Soon it was as though a man dressed in black entered my room, staying the shadows. I stopped playing with myself and leapt out of bed, petrified. I tried to find him again to confront him, but he seemed to have disappeared into the shadows. I began to believe I was only seeing things and relaxed. It was then that I felt gloved large hands move up from behind me and cover my eyes. He was silent and I felt ambushed and afraid.
I tried to drop down and slip out of his hold when he said, “Ssssh! I won’t hurt you.”
I knew that in reality I would be overpowered if I tried to escape his grasp.
I froze, paralyzed by the situation I found myself in. Considering the state I was in I couldn’t even tell if I was terrified or just knew how to act that way. He seemed to wait, silently as I calmed down. I started to take in my surroundings using all senses, just as I was when I was in bed. I became acutely aware of my moist naked skin against the clothes of the man behind me and honestly, it excited me. I liked the smell and feel of the leather gloves on my face. He spoke again, pointing out to me that I should close the blinds on the patio door that leads to my room before undressing. He explained that he had been watching me for the past couple of weeks and noticed that I was always alone. He even admitted that he had masturbated while watching me. I remained motionless as he spoke to me, telling me in no uncertain terms, that he wanted me. The idea of being rescued from the situation faded from my mind.

The talk stopped when he removed one hand from over my eyes as he used the other to stroke my neck, tits, stomach, and thighs. I still didn’t know quite how to react and began to ask myself whether I should go with the response I was feeling physically or my higher brain power that questioned whether it was right to do so. It became more difficult to make that decision when my dark stranger started to tell me exactly, coarsely, and explicitly what he wanted to do to me. He told me that he wanted to experience as much of my body as possible. I felt myself begin to weaken; as I did he removed his other hand from my eyes and positioned me from behind so I could see him behind me in the mirror. I couldn’t see any details, just the shape of a man several inches taller than me, holding me to him. His hands were on my tits, my hard nipples pushing between his index and middle fingers, circling them in leather. He buried his mouth in the nape of my neck, kissing and biting it. I had been resisting but now it started to wane. I refused to let him know that I was turned on. He greedily continued his exploration by forcefully pulling arms behind my back, holding them at the wrist as the other hand moved to my pussy. He kept staring at me in the mirror and yanked on my arms, insisting that I do the same.
I looked at the mirror and he dared me, “Admit it, you’re enjoying this aren’t you?” I shook my head and denied it. He reminded me that he was the one in power and I had no choice. He wanted proof that I wasn’t aroused. He rested his hand on my thigh and instructed me to remove his glove. When I paused he yanked on my arms. I removed his glove and let it drop to the floor. Before I took my next breath his hand was exploring my pussy and he brought his mouth close to my ear as he said, “You’re wet.”

Anything that was left of my resistance fell away when I heard that. He briefly let my wrists go to drop to his knees. He held me now by my thighs. I could feel his breath on my butt cheeks before he started to chew and lick them. When I felt his warm wet tongue tickle my asshole I melted. His tongue instinctively moved to my slit when he spread my legs farther apart. He had been holding back for a long time when he exploded with primal passion and pushed me onto my hands and knees. I looked up at the mirror, seeing myself on the floor was a turn on. The silence was cracked by the sound of his fly being unzipped. He moved his hands to my hair and pulled back on me as he penetrated my pussy with no warning. He released a guttural gasp and I finally gave in, letting him know I liked it by moaning out. I gave into the dark stranger completely as he fucked me furiously. I watched the both us as we quickly brought each other to powerful climaxes. It seemed as though he squirted his hot jizz into me over and over again. I’m sure he could feel the intense waves of my orgasm as my pussy tightened around his thick cock.
I collapsed onto my stomach. I heard the zipper again, this time closing his fly. He stepped over me and I watched as he exited through the patio door. I seemed to be in a cloud. I was more aware of my surroundings a moment later, back on my bed.

I took a deep breath and reminded myself to be careful of what I wish for.

Monday Cross Post #5

My work as a full-fledged Fellatrix at The Fellatrices continues.

I now have regular postings there every Sunday.

Again, I urge you to both enjoy my full story on that site and enjoy the stories of my fellow Fellatrices.  This one is from my archives.



Below is the tickler to help encourage you to read the entire story













“Fuck I’m going to love using you up this time bitch”, he said as he started to take off his pants. Michael was quickly out of his clothes and obviously ready for me. I stayed where I was for the moment not knowing what he wanted next. His cock looked so damn good, but this time I was afraid to approach him.



Now read and enjoy all of You Are Mine-Part Two

You Are Mine! - Part II (The Maid Gets Made)

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Give It Up Woman

The air-conditioning had kept the bedroom at a comfortable level all night and I stirred before my alarm went off, wrapped in the comfort of my blanket.
I wanted my dream to continue. It had been a while, but I was dreaming about getting fucked. Yes, I mean fucked. I wasn’t being wooed or made love to; I was being taken for pure pleasure.
So, I stirred with an aching wet pussy.
The alarm went off with an even more annoying buzz than usual and I reached over and silenced it.

CJ, a morning person, was already up and came into the bedroom to ease me into the day. I began to tell him about my dream.
It was almost embarrassing, it involved a person I worked with. What made it even stranger was that the man was about 15 years older than me. I went on to tell CJ as I was dressing for the day, that he just did me right then are there. One of my job duties is as receptionist and he had is way with me on my desk. He didn’t exactly force himself on me, but he held me down. I gave in and became submissive to the whole situation.
Finally, I was all dressed and ready for breakfast.

I got my bowl of cereal and coffee that CJ had ready for me and moved to the dining room table. I didn’t see CJ at first; I figured he was in the guest bedroom or bathroom.
Then he came up behind me and grabbed my shoulders, yelling at me “Give it up woman”.
He pulled me up and towards him, forcing a deep and urging kiss. I barely knew what was going on other than I had to get to work.
But feeling CJ’s cock hardening against my pinstripe slacks quickly took my mind off work.
He kept holding me tight and said “You slut, giving it up to a guy from work!”
“Hon, it was only a dream”, I explained.
“It just shows you’ve got it in you whore”, he answered as he shoved me down on the table. I was on my back with my legs handing off the edge.
He held my hands together and down with one, while the other undid his robe belt, showing off his rock hard cock.

“I have to go to work”, I pleaded.
“Not now you don’t bitch, right now I’m you’re boss. Got it?”, he snapped.
He didn’t even bother to unzip my pants, he tore them apart at the zipper and pulled them down to my ankles. I began to whimper. I wasn’t used to this kind of treatment. Next, he ripped my blouse open, popping off buttons and manhandled my tits, forcing them out of my bra. He smashed them together and bit at my nipples. I cried out at first. Then he covered my mouth as he shoved two fingers up my pussy. This time my moans were suppressed by his hand on my mouth.

He fucked my pussy with his fingers as he tugged at my nipples with his teeth.
He removed his fingers from my pussy and his mouth from my tits long enough to say to me, “I thought this was how you liked it, I thought this was the kind of fuck you dreamed of”
By now I had given up on all hope of getting to work on time and his play did actually turn me on. His fingers were wet and my nipples were at attention.
“Now ask the boss for a raise whore”, he instructed.
I assumed an even more humble position and began to explain why I should get a raise. “Please, I really can’t make it any longer on this salary”
He didn’t drag this out at all.
“Let’s see how fuckable that wet snatch of yours is”, he said as he moved up and shoved his hard cock through my puffy lips and into my tight wet cunt. He drove in hard and deep, filling me up instantly. He held me down by both wrists as he pumped into my hot hole without abandon.
I moaned as he stretched my cunt and it hugged at his hot shaft, pulling it inside me. The sounds from him were grunts, plain old fucking grunts. His pace was fast now and his balls slapped against my ass as it hung slightly off the edge of the table.
“Oh yes whore!! Oh fuck yes!!”, he stammered between grunts.
“Cum for me slut and you’ll get that raise”, he moaned out.
I told him that I was close and if he tweaked at my tits that I would spill my pussy juice all down his cock and over his balls.
He did as I asked and kept rocking into me. It didn’t take too long until I felt the beginning of that hot wave begin deep inside my pussy and explode as I loudly moaned out as I came.
He stopped playing with my tits and shoved his heat inside me a few more times.
Then he pulled out, jerked at his cock a couple of times and sprayed my face with his gooey man milk.
“Oh yes, a very fuckable snatch, you’ll get your raise”, he said as he tied up his robe and left the dining room.
I was left on the table used up and sticky with cum.
“Get cleaned up Deb, I’ll call work and them know you’re going to be late”, CJ said from the bedroom.
I got myself off the table and wondered if I would feel as exposed as I did now when I walked through the door at work that day.