We had just finished scrubbing the walls in the lounge room when I decided I wanted to have a shower before we left the house for the last time. As the warm water washed over me I could tell she was watching through the open door, she’d never really watched me masturbate before so I thought I’d put on a show for her. I took hold of my dick just below the head and started to slowly rub down to the base and back up whilst my face was covered in the running water. My eyes were closed so she could feel as though she was unnoticed watching her man get himself off, sadly there was a knock at the door as my mother in law had shown up to offer assistance for cleaning and the bathroom door clicked shut saving my woman’s private show from being witnessed by someone else.
Seeing as my beautiful audience was no longer watching I stopped the show and finished scrubbing the smell of cleaning chemicals out of my skin. Once out of the shower I listened for talking but could hear none, my lady was outside having a smoke but the danger of her little sisters being there was enough to make me get dressed. Emerging from the bathroom I seemed to notice more than before how empty the lounge was without the couches and TV, I also saw an opportunity. One last fuck in the privacy of this place, before we finally had to live with family again and I wasn’t going to waste this opportunity.
I could hear her saying goodbye to her mum and whoever had visited with her, I stripped down and went into the now barren kitchen waiting for her to walk back in which didn’t take long. She called out to me so I responded and as she rounded the corner into the kitchen she took one quick look at me leaning back against the bench naked and an evil grin emerged from her usually innocent features, she took a few quick strides and reached out toward my dick whilst intensely staring into my eyes. “Don’t touch it” she was obviously taken by surprise and a little confused. I moved away from the bench “Put your hands on the bench.” She tried to be a smart-ass by placing her hands on the edge, my response was a fast and rather violent open hand across her left ass cheek. She seemed unbothered by the strike so I grabbed the waistband of her yoga pants and pulled them down exposing the deep blue lace boy shorts that barely covered her cheeks. It was perfect for what I needed to do, I raised my hand again and brought it down with enough force to make a thunderous snap and leave a bright right hand print on her right cheek this time. The flinch and moan that followed brought me joy, so I did it again another three times before she moved her hands to the back of the bench making her bent over with her tits now pushed against the counter top.
I pulled her nice lace wrapping down past her newly forming bruises stopping to admire the wet mess that I was about to enjoy starting with my fingers. “Spread your legs” she hesitated earning herself another shiny red hand print before she did as she was told. Once she obeyed I ran two fingers up he inner thigh and over her clit gliding them past the hole that was dribbling juices down her leg until they came to rest just above her asshole, realising what I was planning I saw her tense up. I was unsure if it was from nerves or just a flinch in anticipation but I tried my luck and began pushing with my index finger only to be met with sounds of pain and the “uh uh” that signalled that it wasn’t a pleasurable pain, that was a no for anal tonight so I dropped to my knees behind her. I buried my face between her legs tasting the sweet juices of her pussy, running my tongue over her clit until I was ready to slide it in her. Penetrating her with my tongue was easier in this position than others. After about five minutes I could feel that familiar trembling beginning in her legs but it was too soon and I could do it better, I pulled my face away dissapointing her by denial. She attempted to stand up from the bench but my left hand held her down by pushing down on the back of her neck and my right hand hooked two fingers in her pussy, with her knowing her place I moved my hand from her neck to her hair and grabbed a fistful. Her disappointment was quickly overturned as I abused her pussy with my fingers while pulling her hair making her look through the open curtain at the neighbors home.
I could feel the muscles start contracting as I decided she could cum. “I wanna hear it bitch” and she let me hear it fuck the whole neighborhood could probably hear her moans and screams, they probably all learned that she calls me sir that night. It was my turn to cum, she made this clear when she took my hand, lead me to the empty loungeroom and took control. “Lay down” Unlike her I behave and follow instructions, so I lay down in the middle of the room and watch as she kneels beside me. “Close your eyes” I do as I’m told and one of her warm hands wrap around my cock which is now dribbling precum down the shaft. Her hand is smooth and her touch is light, I’m squirming as I get close to cumming and she knows that I’m close. She stops I go to open my eyes “Keep them closed.” I feel her straddle me then her hand gently guides my dick, I feel warmth and how wet she is as she lowers herself onto me and begins grinding on me. The shakes start again and instead of the usual “cum for me” I get instructed “cum with me.” I guide her hips in a more vertical fashion so she’s gliding up and down my cock rather than the grinding motion she was doing and within seconds I’m cumming. Once again she knows,tl this time I feel her hand around my throat and the mix of her pulsating pussy, my own orgasm as well as the euphoric sensation from being on the receiving end of being choked was amazing. My balls empty themselves inside her, she’s moaning as she continues to ride me her shakes become violent and I can feel her hand on my throat losing its grip, then suddenly she falls forward.
She’s breathing heavily as she gathers the energy to move and her legs are too shaky to stand so she slid me out of her and fell backward so she too was laying on the floor leaking both of our juices into the carpet, I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling, enjoying the sensation of relaxation that comes after orgasm and the sensitivity of my genitals. We lay on the floor for a long while before we manage to gather enough energy to get up off the floor and make our way to the shower. The floor probably stained but we didn’t care and I’m fairly certain that the cupboards in the kitchen had dribbles of her juice but I’m more proud than embarrassed if they do figure out what made the messes.
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