There is an emotion most everyone has experienced at one point or another called “cute aggression.” It is when you are looking at something you find so cute and adorable that you cannot help but be overwhelmed by a desire to squeeze it or sometimes even hurt it. Most of the time when we feel this emotion it is when we are looking at a kitten, or a baby. Something we know we shouldn’t hurt so we subconsciously hold ourselves back. However, for Faye, she often finds herself overcome with cute aggression when she looks at her 6’5” tall 230-pound husband Grant.
On a random Thursday after work Grant was laying on the rug in his living room. He was wearing nothing but a pair of tight polyester underpaints. His wife got cold in the middle of the day, as she typically does, so she cranked up the heat. Grant learned long ago that the thermostat was not worth fighting over, so he instead shed his clothes after work. After being sedentary for 8 hours Grant was sore and achy, so he always tried to stretch after he logged off each day. As he reached for his toes, he could her his wife laughing in the other room. She was on a Zoom call with a friend. She popped out every once and a while, but only to refill her glass of wine.
Grant’s stretching was not going well. He kept finding himself scrolling through Tik Tok as he lay on his back. He would periodically put his phone down, do a stretch for 30 seconds, then lay back down and look at his phone. Eventually, Faye emerged from the office looking cheerful with her cheeks turning red, a clear sign of slight inebriation.
“Hiya!” she giggled as she walked past her husband into the kitchen. Grant didn’t respond. He just smiled at her. A moment later she returned with a glass of wine in her hand that she was oddly enough sipping through a straw. However, that wasn’t what caught Grant’s attention. At some point during her time in the kitchen Faye decided to strip off all her clothes. She stood there barefoot in a red sports bra and black panties sipping white wine through a straw as she stared very intently at her husband.
“What’s going on babe?” Grant asked his tipsy wife. She shrugged and replied quietly.
“Nothing much, keep stretching don’t let me disturb you.” Grant noticed her eyes were moving slowly to his exposed hairy thighs.
“Whatever you say,” Grant chuckled nervously. He sat up and brought his feet together. He pulled himself into a butterfly stretch. He grunted softly as he activated his hips. He groaned and leaned forward.
“That’s the stuff.” Grant heard his wife mutter under her breath from behind him. He looked around at her and realized she had moved closer. Still slowly sipping away at her wine.
“You say something babe?” Grant asked.
“Nope, don’t mind me.” Faye replied, still not averting her gaze.
Grant slowly turned back to his stretches. His eyes lingering on his wife as he did. He leaned forward and groaned again as the tightness in his hips put up a fight. He faintly heard a clink as Faye put down her wine glass behind him, but he ignored it and continued his stretch.
“21…22…23…” Grant counted aloud as he pushed forward. He closed his eyes tight as rounded out the end of his stretch. “25…26…27…” Suddenly he felt his wife’s arms wrap around his head in a rear naked choke hold, with her powerful legs squeezing against his sides.
“Hrrrk!” Grant let out a faint grunt as Faye began applying pressure.
“I just can’t help it!” She squealed. “You’re just so fucking cute!” She leaned in and started sucking on her husband’s ear as she giggled like a schoolgirl. Grant tried to sit up but couldn’t get enough leverage, he just struggled uselessly. Faye squeezed tighter and tighter, not holding back.
“You’re so adorable doing your little stretches, in your sexy little undies,” Faye whispered sweetly in Grant’s ear. Grant blushed slightly and he could feel himself growing aroused. Faye released her legs and moved her feet down her husband’s body. With her toes she began playing with the tip of her husband’s growing cock through his polyester briefs.
“Uhhh..uhhh,” Grant started to moan, but Faye applied more pressure to her choke hold cutting him off. He could feel his wife grinding her crotch into his back as she squeezed. He detected a growing wetness from behind her panties. As Grant pulled at her arms, he could feel his head growing lighter. Darkness was creeping in from the edges of his vision. Faye leaned back, pressing harder into the sides of her husband’s neck. She felt him grow weak, and his arms began to fall limply to his side. Grant let out one final sigh before succumbing to his wife’s power.
“Oh my god you’re so fucking cute,” Faye said as she released her husband and lowered him to the ground gently. She stood up and looked down at him. He was breathing gently, and his eyelids were fluttering. His penis was erect under his tight briefs. She placed her bare foot on his face, her blue toenail polish clashing magnificently against his pink cheeks. She used her foot to roll Grant’s head from side to side. She knelt down next to her husband’s head and began kissing him sweetly.
“Come on wake up now baby,” she whispered in between kisses. Grant’s eyes slowly blinked open and he began groggily taking in his surroundings.
“Wha..what happened?” He asked, his wife continuing to kiss his face and neck.
“Don’t you worry, just relax,” Faye said as she crawled forward and wrapped Grant up in a reverse headscissor. She heard a faint groan of defiance from her husband but ignored it as she enveloped her python like thighs around his head. As she squeezed, Faye grinded her pussy against her husband’s struggling body. Grant began slapping and grabbing her ass, but that only spurred her on. She lowered his briefs and pulled out his erect penis. Pre-cum was starting to form at the tip. She leaned forward and licked it slowly, from the balls all the way up to the head. She put it in her mouth and sucked deeply. She could hear her husband moaning behind her. Grant was again feeling the lightness in his head and his vision begin to fade. Faye’ thighs continued to gradually press harder and harder against his carotid arteries. Grant’s arms once again fell limp. Faye stopped sucking her husband’s cock and looked back at the weakened man. She moaned deeply, and with one final powerful squeeze she knocked him out again. As she released her legs, his head fell lazily to the ground. When Faye sat back, she noticed that her husband was snoring.
“Dear god even that’s adorable,” she said to herself biting her lip. She crawled around to the other side of Grant’s unconscious body removed her damp panties and straddled him, her moist pussy resting on top of his still engorged penis. She began grinding gently against it. She rocked back and forth to the rhythm of Grant’s snores.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned, as she reached down and slipped the sleeping man’s dick inside her. She plunged it deeper into herself as she continued to bounce up and down. As Grant began stirring feebly underneath her, Faye leaned forward and sucked passionately on his neck.
“Ugh, oh god,” Grant moaned. He reached down and grabbed his wife’s ass, spreading her cheeks and pulling open her pussy. This forced his cock deeper into his wife causing her to gasp with pleasure. She pulled away from Grant’s neck and sat back. She pulled off her red sports bra, making her tits drop and bounce playfully. Before Grant could say anything, she leaned in again, wrapped her arms around his head, and smothered him with her breasts.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned in his ear as she squeezed. Grant was engulfed in darkness, he could feel Faye’ tits on either side of his face, and her arms squeezing against his head. He did as he was told and kept thrusting deeper into his wife. With each moan Grant could feel Faye squeeze tighter, her breasts pressing forcefully into him. Faye could feel herself on the verge of climaxing, whereas Grant could feel himself on the verge of passing out again. As the orgasm swept over her Faye couldn’t help herself and clenched as hard as she could. She could feel Grant’s body go limp once again beneath her, his hips still instinctively thrusting, until they too stopped and became motionless. Faye, panting hard, sat up and let Grant drop back to the ground. She looked down and saw a dumb smile on her unconscious husband’s face. Before she knew it another wave of cute aggression washed over her.
“This fucking guy, how does he do it,” she asked herself, biting her lip. She stood up and gently placed her soft sole on his still throbbing cock. She rubbed her toes softly against Grant’s slick shaft. She could her him moaning unconsciously. Grant again began to wake, his vision returning as he looked up at his wife in a pose of domination over him. Faye pressed harder into her husband’s penis pushing it against his belly. She heard a soft squelching sound as her toes became lubricated with his pre-cum. Grant watched, his brain still in a fog, as his powerful wife toyed with his manhood. His eyes began to cross as he felt the impending orgasm on the horizon. He arched his back and moaned loudly, cum firing across his chest.
As Grant lay there panting, Faye did not remove her foot. She stood there in something of a victory pose over her cum drenched husband. Grant let his body relax thinking it was all over, but Faye was far from done with him. She walked over to his side and forcefully rolled him onto his belly. As she did, Grant’s thick cum got pressed beneath him coating his entire chest.
“Aw gross!” Grant exclaimed, but as he groggily tried to stand up, Faye’ pressed her foot on his back keeping him down.
“No no, not quite yet” she said. Grant didn’t protest. He knew his wife wouldn’t stop until she was good and ready. She walked over to his head and sat down in front of him. She scooted forward until her vagina was right in her husband’s face. Without being told to, Grant began kissing and licking her pussy. Before he knew it, Faye’ thighs were squeezing hard against his head in a forward headscissor.
“I want to look you in the eyes for this last one. You can keep licking though,” Faye cooed sweetly. Grant struggled feebly, his cum squishing beneath him. He continued to lick his wife’s wet pussy. Each time she moaned she applied more pressure, which pushed Grant’s face deeper into her crotch. Faye threw her head back and began panting hard. Her husband’s tongue and lips were pressing perfectly into her clit. She started playing with her breasts as waves of ecstasy started to ripple across her body. She looked down into her husband’s eyes and saw the light fading from them.
“It won’t be too much longer,” she thought. Grant was holding on the best he could against his wife’s Amazonian grip. He could feel her thighs tightening around his head, and that familiar sensation began creeping through his brain again. Darkness swirled and his vision began to blur once more. Faye grabbed the back of Grant’s head and pressed his face even harder against her pussy.
“Uuuuuh!” She moaned loudly as the powerful orgasm cascaded through her. As it did, she gave one final dominant squeeze with her thighs. Grant’s eyes rolled in his head and he submitted once more to his wife’s strength. Faye released her husband and his head dropped again to the floor. A small trail of drool dripped from his mouth. She leaned back and closed her eyes, still panting heavily.
“That’ll teach you,” she said between deep breaths. “For being so damn cute.” She laughed at her own lame joke then got up and walked back to the kitchen to get herself another glass of wine. Grant remained motionless on the floor, snoring and drooling serenely.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/ls4fp3/cute_aggressionwhen_you_just_have_to_squeeze_mf