Mariannes Been A Bad Girl Ch 01

This is my very first erotic story; and my very first completed story! I would greatly appreciate feedback. I hope to continue writing erotic stories, and critiques would be greatly appreciated.

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"Marianne's been a bad girl."

Five words started it off. I found the note tucked away in my underwear drawer next to my hot pink, battery operated vibrator. I thought I had managed to hide the toy rather well; apparently I had been wrong. A bit of a panic came over me. It's nothing to be ashamed of; however I was feeling flustered and embarrassed. I didn't have to wonder who found it; I knew perfectly well that is was my boyfriend Andy. Andy was the only person ever allowed into my bedroom. My bedroom was my sanctuary and everyone knew that, however, I'd let Andy in from time to time whenever we needed a quiet place to be together.

I reread the note several times, each time I found myself getting more aroused by the tone of the note. Andy wasn't usually the type of guy to say such things. I know, it's a completely innocent sentence, but Andy wouldn't even hint at anything sexual. I think it's his shy nature that makes him that way. Though we've been together for five months, he's still uncomfortable with having lights on while we have sex. He doesn't vocalize that he wants sex; in fact, if it wasn't for me tearing at his jeans every so often we'd probably never do anything. That would be a huge disappointment for me. I'm twenty six years old and have never had better sex than when I'm with Andy. His body is my ideal type. He's not a jock, he doesn't have a six pack; in fact, he has somewhat of a beer belly, not too big though. His shaggy hair is fun to twist and pull when he's eating my pussy. His skin is pale and soft, and his chest hair provides warmth that any woman would love. And his cock, I've never been so enthralled by any man's penis before I met Andy. Just thinking about his thick seven and a half inch cock in my mouth makes me wet no matter where I am.

Just thinking about Andy leaving such a note and the images of his cock made me want to run straight to my bed and put my vibrator to good use. I slipped the vibrator out of the sock I had it hiding in and turned it on. The vibrations running down my palm into my arm felt stellar. I went over to my mirror to get a good look at myself. I watched myself in the mirror as I shoved the vibrator deep into my mouth, imaging that it was Andy's thick cock getting the royal treatment. A moan escaped my lips before I could help it. Ahh, but who cares if I'm vocal; I'm alone for the time being. I continued watching myself as I slid the toy around my neck, feeling the vibrations all the way down to my now very wet pussy. I wanted so badly to just shove the thing deep inside of me and pump it in and out furiously, but I thought a little bit of a tease would be a nice start. I moved the vibrator down to my size 38 C breasts, lingering around my dark brown nipples. This last action caused me to moan even louder than the first time and I decided that I could no longer hold out. I needed it inside of me. I laid face down on my bed and stuck my dark tanned, round ass into the air. I slid the vibrator in and pumped it back and forth a few times, each time I could hear the sound of my wet excited pussy taking it in; I pushed it further and further until my hand was touching my clit. I began to breathe harder, feeling the vibrations and wishing badly that it was Andy who was deep inside of me.

Just then the doorbell rang. I let out a frustrated groan and placed my vibrator under my pillow so I could get back to what I was doing before I was so rudely interrupted. I grabbed my pink satin bath robe from behind my dresser and headed to the door.

"Just a minute" I yelled to the person on the other side of the door; however, the doorbell kept ringing. "Just a min-"I started. However, I fell silent when I saw who was standing at my door. "Andy, What are you...I got your note." I said, letting a mischievous smile creep along my face. Andy, who at 6'3 was quite taller than me ( I stood at small 5'6"), bent down and gave me a hard kiss on the lips, then, moved his mouth to my neck and ears, all the while he kept a firm grasp on my hair. At first it hurt a little, but the more he tugged at it the more I realized I liked it.

In one swift motion Andy pushed me down on my knees, seizing a good amount of my wavy raven hair in his hands along the way. With one hand still firmly grasping the back of my head, the other quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, which when finally down, revealed his already erect cock. In one swift, deep movement I took him completely in; my face shoved into his dark, untamed pubic hairs. I gagged somewhat, but I loved it. I loved the feeling and the sound that it produced and I know that Andy liked it because as soon as he heard it he pushed harder on the back of my head and his thrusts became more frequent and strained; he was trying to get me gag. I slowly pulled away from his cock, letting my tongue linger around the tip, trying to refrain myself from sucking the life out of the thing.

Before I knew what was happening, I realized that I was being dragged from our current position in front of the open door, to the bedroom. Again, the pain brought pleasure and I didn't mind it at all. Without any words, Andy directed my to the bed, pointing and snapping his fingers as if I were a dog. I got into the game and decided to crawl on all fours, and go back to sucking his cock. I placed my tongue at the very tip of his penis, and ran it down the entire shaft till again, my face was in his pubes. I licked deliciously at his balls, taking one by one into my mouth and toying them with my tongue.

"Get your ass on the bed, Marianne." Andy directed me. His voice was different. More confident, deeper, manly I suppose. I loved it, and the effect that it was having on my pussy. I obeyed and lay down on the bed on my back and began to spread my legs. Andy knocked my legs together which confused me. Did he not want to have sex after all? Andy leaned in close and hovered above me before he flipped me violently and I moaned in pleasurable pain. The minute that I felt the first slap on my ass I knew I was in trouble-in a good way. 'That is for fucking a toy when I'm not here." More slaps, I knew my ass would be red from all the spanking, but I had been a bad girl and I deserved what ever punishment I got.

The spanking continued for at least three more minutes. It stung and part of me wanted him to stop, and the other part was completely devoted to everything that was happening. My face was heating up. I could feel the embarrassment creeping up through my cheeks. With each slap my face was pushed into the deep purple blankets covering my bed. I turned my head to try to look at Andy, but the minute I did Andy pulled my hair and shoved my face back into the bed.

After about another minute of intense spanking Andy finally stopped. Before I knew it the left side of my body was jerked over so that I was now lying on my back. Once pressure was applied I realized how much my ass was beginning to hurt, but the more that I realized the situation, the more arousing the pain was beginning to feel. I wanted Andy to slip his cock deep inside of me. I wanted our bodies to touch, my breasts to touch his chest, with each stroke watching them as the bounced back and forth. I wanted our hips to connect, pounding against each other as we both reached our climax. I was ready and waiting to feel the vibration of an orgasm wave through my body from head to toe. It's not that I wanted it, but I really needed it.

Andy left the room for a brief moment, I was left feeling confused. I didn't want to move because I wasn't sure that I could handle more spanking. I slid my hand down my body about to start massaging my clit to keep this feeling of arousal from leaving. Just as I began to rub myself and the rush of pleasure starting making its way through my body Andy reappeared with what looked like a white rope. He came over to the bed, and stroked the side of my face, his hands still warm from the force of striking my ass. This was the first gentle act he had performed since he entered the house a half hour ago.

I realized that Andy's intention was to tie me up. I had mentioned, only briefly, that this scenario was one of great interest to me. I put my hands together and stretched them above my head where I could feel the softness of the rope binding them. After my hands were tied together, Andy then preceded to make a couple loops around the headboard, thus making it impossible for me to move my arms and continue pleasuring myself.

My excitement grew when Andy positioned himself close to my pussy. I cold feel his breath meeting the nakedness of my mound. I looked down towards my lower half to see exactly what was going on. I saw him take both hands and glide them gently over my pussy lips. This small act was enough to send chills down my spine and make me moan with undeniable pleasure. It wasn't long before I felt Andy's tongue searching for the spot that would make me moan again. He found it quickly and I drew my breath as he played with spot.

"Mmm. Yeah, right there baby." I couldn't control myself. My hips started making circles on the bed and I longed to have my free to play with my nipples, or just to even rub over my own clit a couple of times.

Before I had time to let out more moans and groans Andy snapped back at me, "Quiet!"

I was so taken aback by this I didn't know how to react. His tongue continued making circles around my clit, occasionally he'd take a few seconds to suck on it. I wanted to scream, to yell, and do anything vocal to let him know that I liked this feeling. I wanted to run my hands through his hair, maybe pull on it a little. I started writhing before I could stop myself. I was trying to enjoy the oncoming wave of an orgasm; this is what I had been waiting for. I didn't get the chance to bring myself to one completely earlier, and now I was getting rewarded.

My breathing was become faster; I was...almost there...almost. My hips were moving more rapidly now, as was Andy's tongue. Up and down, and round n' round he went. It felt so good, even better when he slid his fingers into my pussy and began pumping them in and out, all the while never lifting his tongue off of my clit. Almost...there...just a little more.

"Yeaaaah." I knew I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help it. That one word had escaped before I could stop it. I was hoping Andy wouldn't have heard; I was wrong.

In one quick movement Andy was up off the bed, and out of the bedroom. I then heard the front door slam shut. I realized that I was left here, alone, on the verge of climaxing, again, left unsatisfied. This time there was absolutely nothing I could do about it as my hands remained tied to my headboard.

I must have dozed off after awhile because the sound of the front door closing jolted me awake.

"Andy, is that you?" I called out, realizing for the first time that my bedroom door was left open and that I was naked, tied up to my bed for all the world to see...or at least my roommate Jennifer.

"Marianne, what's going on?" I can't even begin to describe my embarrassment as Jennifer stands in the doorway to my bedroom looking quite puzzled. "Do you need some help?"

I nodded and Jennifer came close to the bed. She paused at the foot of the bed and eyed my body. Even from where I was laying I could smell the alcohol on her breath. "Have you ever wanted to experiment with a girl?" She asked, as her cheeks turned bright red. "I mean, sorry, I was thinking out loud. And-"

"Yes. Please." I couldn't take anymore. I need to have an orgasm and the idea of a lesbian affair was quite enticing. I opened and closed my legs in an inviting fashion, hoping that the smell of pussy would lure her closer to me. I'm not sure what came over me, but something had, and I wasn't about to turn away now.

Jennifer turned on her heel quickly, closed my bedroom door and picked up where Andy had left off.

To be continued...