On Monday night, you walked in from the den where you had been working, and smiled at me. I gently said, "Get on the floor at my feet." You smiled even more broadly as you did it. I took my cock out and said "Suck it."
You gladly took it in your mouth, kneeling in front of me. I've trained you to suck it just the way I like it. Nice and gentle, your tongue and lips barely touching it, almost teasing it. Your pretty little hands caressed and cupped my balls, gently squeezing the cum inside. I reached down underneath you and played with your sexy tits: caressing, holding, pulling on your nipples, pinching. At first I did it through your top, but then I reached inside because I needed to touch them so much.
As I got closer to cumming, I became more intense. "Fuck yes!" I grunted. "Suck it! Suck my hard cock!" I grabbed your hair and start jerking your head up and down on my stiff shaft. You moaned in excitement as you sucked, ready to get your reward. I groaned as I shot a load of hot, stick spunk into your mouth. You licked all the cum off my shaft, making sure it was nice and clean. Then you sat back on your heels, as you had been trained.
"Show," I said. You obediently opened your mouth, displaying my cum on your tongue. "You want to swallow it?" I teased. You smiled and nodded. "Okay, swallow," and you sighed as you obeyed.
I pushed myself back into my pants and zipped up. I flipped on the TV and pretended to get interested in a show. You knew I'd never leave you unsatisfied -- not indefinitely. But you also knew I might make you earn it. So you got on the couch next to me and tried to seduce me, gently kissing my ears, flicking the tip of your tongue up my neck, rubbing your tits against me, and finally whispering in my ear, "I'm so wet."
"You want me to do something about that?"
"Please," you whimpered.
"Show me how wet."
You eagerly pulled all your clothes off in front of me, then knelt on the couch with your legs spread slightly. You reached down and opened your pussy lips for me, showing me how full and glistening with cream they were.
"Gimme a taste," I said, my voice making you frantic, precisely because it was so calm and controlled.
You crammed a couple of fingers inside, coating them in pussy cream, then held them to my lips. I licked and sucked your fingers. You felt my tongue sliding over, around and between your fingers, and you shivered, knowing how good that would feel on your pussy.
Your cream was delicious, and it had an effect on me. My voice sounded more horny, more predatory, as I said, "You want to be fucked?"
"Yes. Yes please."
"Why do you need to be fucked?"
You knew the answer. "Cause I'm a slut. I'm YOUR slut. I'm your wet, dirty, slut and I'll do anything you want, as long as you fuck me and use me and show me that I'm yours."
Your little speech had its intended effect. My upper lip curled into a snarl as I reached over and started to knead your breasts. You gasped with pleasure, then tried to reach for my crotch, but I just batted your hand away. "Slut! I didn't say you could touch me yet!"
You whimpered as you knelt there, not allowed to move or touch, while my hands explored your body, taking what I wanted.
"I want to lick your pussy," I announced. "Stand in front of my face." You obediently straddled me, standing up on the couch. I grabbed your ass with both hands, pushing your cunt into my face. You yelped with pleasure as my tongue finally started to give you what you needed.
I love eating pussy. It showed. I devoured your cunt, hungry for it, desiring it, adoring it. Soon my face and beard had your cream all over them.
I made you move to the side a little, then I reached down and pulled my pants around my ankles. You looked down at my hard, hungry cock, and your hips start twitching in anticipation of what you knew was coming.
"Straddle me, but don't put my cock in you yet." You obeyed. Now my hard cock was just a couple of inches from your wet, open, eager pussy. You wanted it so much it hurt. "Lick your pussy-cum off my face." Your sweet, sexy tongue darted across my lips, cheeks, chin. We started to kiss. I grabbed your hair tight as our tongues passionately wrestled.
I thought about teasing you and making you beg more. But I wanted your cunt so badly. "Ride my cock, slut!" You impaled yourself on me, groaning as you rode up and down. We held each other so tight that we found finger-bruises later. I knew you were already close to cumming, but I wanted it to be hard and fast. So I ordered, "Rub your clit! Frig yourself while you fuck me!" Your pretty little hand went down between your legs and started to rub frantically. "Now look at me while you do it!" You looked deep into my eyes. You saw the lust, the anger, but also the affection. You felt so exposed in front of me, riding my cock, frigging yourself while I watched. It was so intimate.
The orgasm hit you suddenly. It was so intense it felt like it was tearing at you, but you loved it. As the last wave subsided, I started jerking you up and down faster, my hands on your hips, until I shot my cum in your pussy.
Our skin moist, we melted into each other's arms, and nuzzled and kissed each other gently.
Tuesday night started out looking like a repeat of Monday. But you had something special planned for me. I was sitting on the couch, with my hands on your hips as you straddled me, bouncing up and down on my cock.
In a throaty voice, in between groans, you said, "I did something bad. Really bad."
"What?"
You smiled evilly. "I fucked your sister."
I gasped as I felt the blood rush to my groin, making my cock even harder, and my balls even tighter than before. "You lying bitch, you did not!"
You nodded with the same wicked smile. "Yeah, I did. Remember when we had that fight last week? I was pissed off at you. I wanted to do something to hurt you. So I seduced your sister and fucked her."
"You fucking whore," I groaned.
"Turns out your sister likes girls. Did you know that? I started out sucking her tits and eating her pussy, but before long she was pushing me on my back and licking away at my snatch like a pro. That makes you hard, thinking about it, doesn't it?"
"Fuck you!" I spat.
"Remember when we had make up sex? I'd just fucked her like a half hour before that. I bet you could smell her pussy on my face. Couldn't you?"
"Oh shit!" I couldn't help myself. I spewed a huge load of cum into your pussy.
I started to lower you onto your back to eat you, but you smiled and held me, saying, "It's okay. Take a minute."
I smiled back at you. "YOU...have a very...dirty...mind!"
"Me?" you said, laughing. "Who can't hold back when he hears his girlfriend did his sister?"
Wednesday night I was sitting in our family room, typing at the computer, wearing only white socks and blue cotton boxers. I heard you padding up behind me in your bare feet. As you came around me I saw that you were naked. You smiled as you climbed under the desk, took my cock out and started to suck me off. You were deep-throating me, and I grabbed your hair and shoved my cock in so deep I could feel the cap rub against the back of your throat. I held you down like that until you struggled because you couldn't breathe. I enjoyed feeling my muscles flex as I easily held your head in place, knowing that you're not strong enough to resist. Eventually, I jerked your head up and listened to you pant, as the spit ran down your chin and over my cock. I let you catch your breath for just a moment before I shoved your head back down.
After a few moments, I let go of your hair and went back to reading my email and surfing the web. Occasionally I reached down to pull on your nipples. Or my foot would slide between your legs and rub between your cunt-lips, which were lathered with your cream. Not taking my eyes off the computer screen, I muttered, "You're such a fucking slut." I leaned back, and your mouth went down to my balls. You sucked and tongued them, looking up at me with longing eyes. I gently cupped your face. (I couldn't help it; tenderness comes over me sometimes.) But you went back to sucking my shaft, and as I watched your head bob up and down the anger came back. My hands went back into your hair and I growled, "Do you know how dirty you look like that?" You moaned and I know the thought made your pussy throb with desire. "You're a cocksucker. I wish everyone knew what a cocksucker you are. Such a dirty bitch."
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