The whore before him was physically immaculate and begging to please him. He had ordered her to remove her clothing, and her loose dress fell to the ground, revealing her perfect body. Everything leading up to that moment had been perfect. She had laughed at all of his jokes and the sparkle in his eye made him feel important. Having her on his arm made him feel like a millionaire, and the sequenced dress and heels complimented her figure. The looks of jealousy and lust made his pants tight all night, and the sneaky gropes kept him excited for what was to come.
Walking into the house, his nerves picked up. The gorgeous woman stole his attention back, reminding him that his pleasure was all that mattered. Leading her to the bedroom, they kissed and touched each other like excited teenagers. He let go when they were at the end of his bed, and sat in an armchair a few metres in front of her. She stood there, confidently and silently, awaiting to see what was about to happen. “Present yourself properly”. The thin straps were slid off her shoulders and the dress fell to the ground. She made a few poses, twirled and climbed onto the bed sexily.
He admired her body and her pussy before slowly rising to his feet. 10:55 pm; he checked his phone one last time, seeing the picture of his wife in a strawberry field. Smiling, he tossed it on the floor. He kicked off his shoes, removed his belt and undressed, using the time to torment the slut who was patiently waiting to be taken by a dominant man. Peeking at him under her pussy, the intense eye contact said more than words could and he stared back with an intense fire. Naked, he joined her on the bed, overshadowing her body and sliding himself inside the beautiful submissive who was vulnerably awaiting his thrusts.
It was 11pm when his wife pulled into the driveway. Saturday nights were her favourite and she was usually feeling incredible at this point. She closed the garage door, gathered her things from the car and headed inside. Stopping at the door to the kitchen, she dropped the bags; hopefully the eggs didn’t break. There was a note attached to the door written in her husband’s handwriting. “Bedroom, now.” She grabbed a shirt from her bag, put it on and balled the ends into her hands.
The moans got louder as she approached the master bedroom. Photos lined the hallway; her children, her wedding day, her family. The woman inside her room was screaming bloody murder, and she could hear her husband grunting beneath the racket. She quietly opened and closed the door and began to speak. “You wanted m-” “Shut up and sit down.” She sat where she had been standing. “On the chair.” She had known what he had meant, but had reacted to his command before thinking.
He had the slut bent over on their bed, her perfect body putting his wife to shame. Feeling uncomfortable, she watched as her husband used another woman for his pleasure, wishing she could stop him and talk to him. Holding his toy’s hair back, he held her face up, slowed down and made eye contact with his wife. “I’m better than you,” the slut said.”He likes my pussy better, don’t you?” “That’s fucking debatable.” He pushed her head back into the bed and sped up.
“What are you thinking?” He continued to fuck the tight hole of the woman who was physically leagues above his wife, waiting for her to answer him. “That a god deserves to fuck who he wants to. I’m a very lucky woman and this makes you happy.” “Good. Fuck off”. She left the room, closing the door silently behind her and heading downstairs. He flipped the woman before him over and softly kissed her neck. “You’re so much sexier than my wife.” Her hips lifted and her pussy clenched around his hard cock, drenching his lap with her juices. “I’m perfect!” “Yes you are.”
Running his hand over her large, natural breast, he grabbed the flesh with force. Her hard nipple was poking out between two fingers, and held it tightly as he fucked her pussy. Bending down, he licked her other nipple before kissing her neck. Continuing down her tight body, he raised himself into a kneeling position and touched her legs. Holding her ankles, he swiftly lifted her legs and repositioned her, grabbing both ankles with one hand. He rammed his cock balls deep until she came on his cock again.
Laying down, he rolled the model material whore on top of him. “Prove yourself,” his arms reaching behind his head to help him relax. The slut’s toned body moved up and down on his cock and he took in her beauty. “I’m such a good girl! Aren’t I Daddy?” She thought she was kinky, which made getting her on a date easy for an experienced Dom like him. “Yes, darling, you’re a very,” he surveyed her body again, “very good girl.” Holding her hips, he took control over her body and pounded until he came. Discarding the condom, he threw on a pair of sweatpants and helped her gather her things.
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