So you know I have a quirky habit of not wearing pants while doing housechores. And I also know your quirky habit of pinning me to the wall and fuck me senseless everytime you see me doing chores only in my panties. We both know I can never finish cleaning if we keep doing that. So as a solution, I’ll do chores while you’re not at home.
It’s only a bit after 6 when I get home from work. I take off my bra and my pants, turn on my favorite music on the speaker, and start cleaning. Of course, I plan to wrap up by the time you come home. Usually you’d text me when you’re coming home, so I don’t know why today you don’t.
I’m in the kitchen doing dishes when you arrive home. I’m singing my heart out so of course I don’t hear you coming in. I don’t hear you put your bag down on the sofa. I don’t hear your footsteps approaching me from behind… I don’t realize that your eyes prying to my butt, peeking under my shirt. The sight of me doing dishes in panties and shirt must have aroused you so much.
The next thing I know, is a big strong hand suddenly covers my mouth with such a force. I jump and scream and push my body back, but another strong hand reaches down to my crotch and rubs me furiously.
Panicked, scared, and frightened, I try with all my power to break free, but your arms are so strong, you keep me in place. I’m almost crying as I try, and fail, to slap and scratch your hand from my pussy, as you keep grabbing and rubbing me.
Only when I hear your ragged breath in my ear, that I stop fighting back for a second. “I want you so bad,” you said in a low growling voice. As I start to gather my thoughts, my hand on your hand, your hungry kisses on my neck, I lean back so my body touches yours, and I just realized I can smell your perfume. I feel a rush of relief washes over me. It’s you. Oh God, it’s you. What was once panic quickly changed into arousal.
I close my eyes to drown myself in joy of being grabbed and restrained. What was once a terrifying fear quickly changed into the joy of feeling wanted, owned, and controlled. My screams turn to deep moans and whispers of your name, and I lick your fingers that are pressing on my mouth.
You let go of my mouth and your hand travels up and down my body, touching everything. I slide my hand back to feel your bulge and massage its hard shaft. Ugh.. I want you so bad, too. You unbuckle your belt and unzip your pants to give me more access, while your lips and tongues trying to taste all my skin that’s within your reach. Then you slid my panties to one side and start rubbing your hard cock to my labia.
I push back. I want you in. But you’re teasing me by pulling yourself away. I groan. You put the tip of your dick on my pussy again, rubbing up and down, and I push back again. But of course you’re always prepared. You pull back again. I groan louder. The anticipation makes me shiver. I’m getting more and more wet. I can’t stop myself, I really want you in. I perk my butt up to give you easier access and push back again to find your penis. And the moment your tip touches my pussy, you push forward, hard!
I yelp a bit, the pain of your thrust sends shivers up and down my spine. The feeling of sudden fullness when you fill my hole with your hard cock, is just ugh… So damn good. My pussy throbs and massaging your cock as you pull back slightly, slowly, and then push in hard again until you’re balls deep in me.
After a couple of sweet seconds you let my body adjust to you, you start the pace. I lower my chest til I bend over the sink, my hands clutching to whatever is steady, as you pick up the pace. You’re thrusting me in and out, letting me feel the rough and raw rhythm that I like. The house is filled with sounds of my moans, your heavy breathing, the wet sounds when our hips bump hard into each other.. And you slap my butt so hard, the stinging pain makes me yelp helplessly. This is heaven. I’m almost losing myself in pleasure.
You pull out your dick and yank me up to face you, and then you grab both of my butts and lift me. My legs wrap around your hips. Ufff.. I always like it when you carry me around like this. Your big arms are so strong… And knowing you can throw me around just makes me so excited. My juices must be dripping down to your legs by now.
You kiss me passionately as you bring me out of the kitchen, to the couch. You put me down and you sit on the couch, your hard cock pointing to the ceiling. At the sight of that I instantly take off my shirt and climb on you, and position your hard cock to my pussy. Without missing a beat I push my body down, you cock goes in very smoothly because I am drenched. I’m a mess. You make me a mess. And I love it.
I start to move forward and backwards, rubbing my clit on you, while you slap my butt and madly kissing my tits. And I move my body up and down, riding you like crazy. My titties bumping up and down in front of you. Are you enjoying the view? I can’t help but rub myself too. It’s so good. And I know you go crazy when you see me rubbing my clit while you’re fucking me. And I’m right. You start to move your hips too. Everytime my body goes down, you push your hips up to meet me, make your cock goes even deeper. The feeling of each thrusts being so hard and so powerful really sends me to the edge. But to my surprise, it seems you’re enjoying it a tad bit more than I do.
“You’re so wet and tight,” you say between your heavy breaths, “I can’t hold it,” you close your eyes, and I feel your whole body tightened, your movement becomes rigid for one second, and then I feel you explode in me. Spurts after spurts shooting inside me. But I.. But I’m not done yet. I’m still moving forwards and backwards on you while you’re filling me up with your cum. All the juices, your cum, our sweat, drip down to the couch. The messy wet sound echoes with our ragged breaths.
I’m so fucking close, I can’t stop. I’m rubbing my clit while watching you succumb to the pleasure. Your heavy breath, your moans and groans, I can’t hold it.
“Call me your slut,” I beg, I’m losing my mind.
And you generously do so. “You are my slut. Cum now, slut, I order you to cum.”
You said that with such stern voice that I just can’t help but obey. I close my eyes and let everything go. I scream as I explode, my body jolts and legs tighten, and I may have scratched your chest accidentally. As I let the pleasure drown me into bliss, I keep calling out your name as if I’m pleading.
You straighten up your body to catch me in your embrace as I calm down from the climax. You stroke my hair, rub my back and scratches me lightly, making me tremble more than I already have. And with such a sweet sweet smile you say to me, “You’re my dirty little whore and I love it.”
Ugh… Why is it that everytime you call me names it sends shiver down my spine?
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