Open Your Legs For Me Novels & Stories

I whisper to her ears and she smiles, giving me a sexy look. I pushed her to the bed. She laid on her back with her face facing me. Yeah, that's the way I want it this time. "Open those legs," I ordered. With the speed of light, she stretched them out, tearing them open, revealing her cunt, her red cunt. Ouch! She was at it. In the mood. Deeply in it. She held her legs apart with one hand on one and the other hand on the other leg. Perfect. Time for me to get in.

My hair fans out like spilled ink. He moves to stand between my knees. “Lift your shift.” My hands shake as I gather the linen, draw it up my thighs. Higher. Higher. Until the fabric bunches at my waist. Cool air kisses the bare skin between my legs. I’m exposed. Completely. His eyes darken. A muscle ticks in his jaw. “Open,” he says. “Show the altar what belongs to it.” My thighs part—slow, trembling. The position feels obscene, sacred, impossible.

Suddenly the staircase became too long for him. He ran up the stairs so fast that he was panting heavily when he reached the landing in front of his room. He kicked open the door and banged it close. He laid his back on the shut door, flung his bag to one side and closed his eyes in a bid to calm his restless nerves. His heart was beating rapidly, he could hardly breathe. He stared outside through the glass panes; the sun was going down gradually, drifting into the evening. He quickly made a dash to his bed and laid on it with his school clothes still on.

Like he was letting me think I was in control just to see what I’d do with it. “Lean back.” He did. “Spread your legs.”

“A little embarrassed. But… also strangely relieved that you are not rushing me.” I rose slowly and stepped closer, stopping just short of touching her. “That relief is important. We will build on it.” My gaze held hers. “Now, I want you to sit back down on the couch and open your legs for me. Wide enough that I can kneel between them. You may keep your underwear on for now if it helps.”

“Say yes.” “…Yes.” “Good girl.” My legs trembled. “Now,” he said, voice deeper, firmer. “Put the phone on speaker.” “What—right now?” “Yes. Now. Lie back on your bed.” My hands were shaking. But I listened. I put the phone on speaker, then laid back slowly. “Spread your legs for me.” My breath caught. “Wider,” he said. “I want you wide open.” I spread them until I was fully exposed, heart racing. “Xavier…”

What happened to the tigress from a few minutes ago? "If you want to beg do it properly." I spread my legs and unzip my pants. "Use your mouth."

I opened my exposed legs widely, my heart thumping with nervousness from what I want to do as my head tilted to the side, a smirk pulling my lips, “Crawl to me,” I said, the word and it came from my mouth in a powerful thrill to me as I used two of my fingers to spread my vulva. “Or what if I tell you to bark instead?”

He pulled back just enough to growl against my pussy, voice muffled and filthy. “Spread those legs wider for me, baby girl. Think of it as the ultimate yoga stretch—open up like you’re in the splits for daddy’s tongue. Don’t you dare close on your coach. Wider. That’s it… good girl. Let me eat this greedy little cunt properly.” The dirty talk made me moan even louder. I forced my legs to fall open again, spreading them as wide as I could, my knees bent and thighs trembling. My hand flew back to my breast, pinching and tugging my nipple harder.

"Sit on the bed." His tone brooks no argument, I nod and lower myself to the edge of the bed. "Spread your legs." My eyes widen at his command and my heart starts a wild dance. I do as I am told and the throbbing between my legs resume. "Show me." "What?" I breathe out.