I spritzed on perfume in our luxurious bathroom. He sprayed his cologne in our walk in closet. We met in the middle of my goddess palace.
“Let’s practice our dance, Stella,” My husband said as he reached out his hand to mine. “You handle the music, and I’ll handle you.”
I blushed and reached for my phone. I was naked still, wearing only my sparkly nude tango heals. The only light in the room came from the two bed side lamps and a flicker of my favorite candle on the coffee table.
We took our positions on opposite ends of the room, and I pressed play. As the music began, we walked sensuality towards one another, embraced, and moved in unison to the beat. I hung tight to him as he maneuvered our togetherness around the unrugged area of our bedroom floor. My legs caressed his legs. My breath caressed his neck. Our gigantic mirror caught my naked body at every tango angle, and it was sexy. I should dance naked more often. I thought.
He’d been telling me all day that he wasn’t going to have sex with me tonight. I’d been a bad girl last night, remember?
“I don’t cum every time we have sex,” I reminded him earlier in the evening attempting to justify my actions.
“You like it that way.” He kissed my lips and slapped my butt.
“But I don’t always like it,” I teased back with a seductive smile on my face.
“Well, I don’t EVER like it.” Point made. He walked his sexy self out of the room.
But his punishment didn’t last long. By the time we finished our impromptu tango lesson and I was bent over sliding the heals off my feet, I caught him stealing glimpses of my pussy.
“Mmmm.” He licked his lips and smiled. “She looks good enough to fuck.”
I pulled back the fresh white comforter of our bed and laid my sexy nude body on the soft sheets. My husband appeared between my legs. He pushed them apart and started kissing my clit. She whimpered. Then he slid his tongue between my pink pussy lips. My back arched slightly. My legs widened. God, I love this man. He’s my king.
He rose up and showed me how hard his dick was. Like a rock, I tell ya. How does it do that? But before I could get an answer, the monster was massaging its way into the depths of my pussy garden. I fell to pieces.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t get you off last night,” I whisper. His dick was all of the way in me, balls deep he calls it. The head was mashing on my melting spot. I’m like a cat in heat. Once he’s in, I freeze in wild ecstasy.
“I was almost there, too, you little bitch you.” He’s slowly working himself in and out, in and out. You could hear the juices. “You could have lied about your fantasy and just told me something sexy. I needed my little whore to get the cum out of me.”
My husband is a gentle giant. Some people call him country strong because he’s physically stronger than he looks. And he’s got a death grip with his hands. Sometimes he’s rougher than he wants to be, not meaning to of course. Sometimes he’s gentle and loving and emotional like a teddy bear. At that moment, I could sense the transition happening.
“You should punish me. You should use me tonight and make me wait to climax.” I was riding his monster dick from below. Up and down, up and down in the most natural rhythm on Earth, the rhythm of life.
His thrusts got harder. His big balls slapped my butt. He was kissing my lips sweetly, passionately. “I could punish you, but I don’t want to. I want to make your pussy cum like a wild woman. I want to hear you scream. Bend over.”
The tiger came out. The beast burst from the cage. I was about to get it.
I bent over on the side of the bed and my knees parted widely. Arch your back, put your pussy up where I can see it. That’s my training, so I obey his orders even if he doesn’t demand it.
Standing on the floor, he crouched down to lick my pussy. He opened her lips with both hands and spit in her. Oh My God! Then he spit again. I arched my back more. He licked my little pussy hole a few more time before spitting a third time. You fucking bitch you. He kept her lips spread wide open while he kissed my clit just enough to make me moan. I love feeling like this. I love being treated like a dirty girl. I could perch my pussy up like this all day and pleasure one guy after the next. And my husband knows it.
“God your pussy looks so good all spread open like this,” he says as he stops licking and just stares at her. My lips are pink and juicy and stretched out. My opening is closed but inviting. He spits one last time. “You little fucking whore. How many guys have pounded you today?”
Oh it’s like that? The play starts. It’s a new thing for us, and I like it.
“I haven’t let anyone fuck me today.” I move my hand under my body so my fingers can reach my clit. My large breasts need some space from the bed so I grab a pillow for padding. My back arches to a full “c” curve, which stirs something erotic in me, something archaic too. Maybe I’ve been doing this for centuries. Exhilaration pulses through my body and force my legs even wider and my butt even higher.
This is my goddess pose, doggie style, legs spread, butt in the air, curve in my back, engorged breasts resting on the bed. This is the ultimate expression of my sexuality. Grab my hips, pull my hair, ride my pussy while I rub my clit.
Some girls were made to nurture children, others were built to work like men, some girls were created to bring community together, but I, dear reader, am a thoroughbred race horse. God designed my mind and body perfectly to mystify, tease, entertain and ultimately pleasure to great men.
He plunged his monster dick in me or at least he tried. My little hole was so tight. He moaned like a wild animal. “Your pussy is amazing. She’s so fucking tight. Oh my GOD.” He got himself fully in then stopped. “I can tell you saved yourself to pleasure me. That’s good little whore. That’s what you’re supposed to do.”
In and out, in and out, the pumping started. I squeezed my pussy tighter and tighter and flicked my clit faster and faster. “I did suck one guy’s dick. The rest just wanted my pussy and left when I said no.”
His dick pulsed thicker. “You sucked the fuck out of his dick too and swallowed his cum, didn’t ya?”
“Yes I did, just the way you taught me.” I removed my finger from my clit for a moment to let his balls slap her a few good times. I then grabbed his balls and rubbed them in my wetness. I love doing that. I love being his.
“I’ve taught you how to be the best fuck in town. Every guy wants some of this pussy. Some of this tight fucking whore pussy. Damn you. You’re pussy is sucking me like she wants my cum. You little cum whore. I should pull out and blast it in your face.”
My clit grew and the heat from my orgasm radiated from my crotch to my head and back. I moaned, I cried, I screamed with pleasure. If anyone in the house was up, they knew exactly what was happening. Dad was laying down the law, establishing his dominance, and mom was in momentary heaven.
My pussy opened up, my back arched higher, my wetness grew wetter. With one hand on my hip and the other pulling my hair, my husband drove that monster as deep inside of me as he could and let out a deep sigh of masculine relief. He then pulled out just a little so he could drive it back in with more power. Another grunt sprang from his lips. He did that twice more before coming to a halt.
“Whew, I drained a load of cum in your pussy.” He let go of my hair and slapped my butt.
My back was still arched. My pussy was still drinking from his sacred fountain. She sucked his holy offering down like a devoted servant and worshiped his divine dick with a slow passionate grateful kiss as he pulled out.