He came home like a serpent yesterday afternoon, slithering in with a smile and a secret purpose. His arms tucked around me as he listened to the kids’ stories from school. He was alert and in the moment.
Something about his demeanor screamed we were about to be fuckin’, although I’m not sure exactly what it was. He kissed me sweetly and gently caressed my hand pulling me ever so slightly towards our bedroom, the goddess palace. I caved and walked with him.
Then the door locked behind me.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” my husband said unzipping my pants and pulling off my top. Once I was nude, he propped me up on the bathroom countertop and parted my legs. He squatted down and went to town licking my pussy. I watched the entire scene in the mirror.
“Tell me about your dream you had last night,” I smiled as came back up and faced me. “I want to know all of the details.”
My pussy was wetter than she’s been in a few days, maybe in the last month. His energy was explosive and dynamic like he was about to fuck the most amazing woman in the world. He was ravenous, and I was falling into orbit with it, loving it. He entered me slowly and started talking.
“We owned a brothel and you were the pussy queen… the queen of all of the whores. You were fucking guys all day, lots of them, making all of your fantasies come true. I watched while I collected the money. “
His stroking increased to a steady pace. I was panting in his ear.
“You and I fuck everyday in our private quarters but sometimes you aren’t in the mood. That’s when you bring in little treats for me, you bring in one, sometimes two sexy whores to pleasure me.”
I squeezed tight around his dick and felt a burst of excitement rush from my clit to my brain. We haven’t fantasized about him fucking other women in God knows how long. But, fuck, it turned me on, watching him laying on his back and enjoying the flesh of two other girls. They were fighting to suck his dick and bouncing their taunt bodies up and down on him.
“Their job is to make my dick cum, but I always make them cum first,” he continued.
His gaze moved to the reflection of our love making in the mirror. My legs were spread as wide as possible as I sat on the edge of the counter. My hands supported my body from behind leaving a nice curve in my back. He could see the plumpness of my butt, the roundness of my hips, the slender of my waist, and my blond hair all a mess. It was the sight of my large breasts perking up the scene with their cupping seduction that made him moan. I turned my face to the side so he could enjoy yet another dose of eye candy from my soft face and those yummy pink lips. I didn’t smile, nope, I teased him with dramatic desire. His dick just about exploded inside of me, but it didn’t.
“Touch yourself, Stella,” he whispered.
I pulled one of my hands around and placed it on my pussy allowing enough space for my finger to rub my clit. The scene was perfect, but my body wasn’t in the position that generates the most pleasure for me. Like superman, he lifted me up and moved my body to our bed flipping me over in the process.
With me on all fours, he took over. His story didn’t stop, it just kept going. There were whores and dicks and tits and pussies. His cum was everywhere in everyone and I loved every second of it. What’s different about me? I wouldn’t normally like fantasies like these. But something about letting my man experience what it’s like to be king makes me wetter than I ever thought possible. The more girls he fucked, the hotter I got. I wanted him to fuck them all.
I was sweating all of a sudden and my thick hair clung to my back, my neck and my face. He not only controlled my mind with this words, he controlled my body with his fingers. It was sublime. He rubbed my clit flicking her every moment or so just to tease her, just to show her he’s in control.
He pounded my pussy like I was one of the whores, like I was also watching from the side, like I was also just about to caught his cum pouring out of my own pussy and lick it up so as to not waste even a drop.
He flicked my clit then stopped. I ached for more and whined.
“Oh my god, I love this fantasy. You’re my king and I want you to feel like it. I love bringing you treats from time to time.”
My pussy was sticking up in the air and he plunged in and out of my sloppy hole. The massaging started again on my clit and I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I orgasmed like a wild bitch, thrusting on his dick and reeling in the intensity with my sighs. The orgasm came from another place, maybe my mind or maybe insides, deeper than I’ve felt before.
I lost track of where I was.
“All of the whores loved it when I fucked them. They’d all line up and take turns. I’d make all of their horny little pussies cum, but they wanted to be the whore with the golden pussy, the lucky little whore would made my dick cum, cause she’s the only one who’d get paid. Sometimes it would be you, though, my love, the best whore in there, the pussy queen, who pushed all of the silly girls to the side and stole my cum from them. You’d get jealous and show them how it’s done.”
There’s nothing sexier than a man with power and sex appeal, a man with a chiseled body and a free spirit, a man who can fuck anyone he wants but only does it when his wife, his queen, brings the whores to him.
“Let’s go back to the bathroom,” I finally said fully recovered from my orgasm. “I want to be back in front of the mirror. I like looking at my body.”
He placed me back on the counter, spread my legs and plunged back into my garden demanding I watch his pussy getting fucked the entire time.
“Look at those pussy lips. She’s doing her job. She’s doing what she’s suppose to do, sucking that dick like a pro.” Sweat dripped off of his forehead and onto the floor. “There’s nothing sexier than that. Fuck, babe, you are the best pussy in the world. You are the Pussy Queen.”
“You want to cum in my mouth?” I asked feeling the end drawling near.
“No, I’m cumming in your pussy, Stella. I’m filling you up.” After that, he came hard and long like a freight train pumping gallons of cum. He held my body still not letting me move one bit until he was done. I submitted to the moment and my pussy swallowed every bit of what he gave me.
My husband stepped away for a breath, and I kept my legs spread open so he could snap a mental picture of the scene. My face was happy and flush like I’d just run a marathon and won! His was the same.
I put my hand down on my pussy and collected the cum dripping out of me into my hand. It went straight into my mouth, once, twice, three times. I licked my fingers clean.
He stood there in awh and disbelief with his dick hanging like a a true male whore, a stretched limo, a man who gets a lot of fucking pussy and still wants more.