It seems like groundhog day. Another day waking up to the alarm buzzing at 6am, my partner jumping out of bed to take a shower, get dressed, have breakfast and out the door to work even before I can put on something sexy and put my make up on to show him I’m still as sexy as the day we met. Then he’s back late and after dinner and TV it’s bedtime and we start all over again.
Why would this day be any different?
At least I get some happiness from my cooking. I love how the different flavours and spices stimulate my taste buds, the warmth of the oven against my legs and rising up my skirt as I stand nearby, the rush of cold air against my chest as I open the freezer hardening my nipples each time it happens, the texture of soft dough between my fingers as I push it into shape. I drift away into an erotic fantasy world as my senses are stimulated.
There’s no point in getting dressed up to do cooking – oil gets spilt, flour gets on clothes -creativity should not be limited by appearance. So today, as usual, I’m dressed casually, wearing one of my partner’s old blue and white striped shirts which is slightly baggy on me, but gives a much greater sense of freedom and, similarly, no bra so my breasts and nipples can be stimulated by the constantly changing air as it enters under the shirt without interruption. I do like to feel sexy though, and some small black lace panties allow that. The only other thing I’m wearing is a denim skirt which I would never wear in public as it is so short it hardly covers my panties. My bare feet can feel the coldness of the tiled floor and my legs the warmth of the oven. Here, I want to experience the stimulating environment as much as possible, not to be suffocated by clothing.
This morning I’m baking some cakes, the worktops have a sprinkling of flour on them, the oven is pumping out heat, and I’m in my own world singing to myself as music plays loudly.
I turn around and am startled to see my partner standing in the far end of the kitchen leaning against the door. He has the look of a wolf about him – his eyes are wide and pupils dilated and his breathing heavy. I’m about to ask him what’s going on but he slowly raises one finger to his mouth to indicate for me to be quiet. I’m confused, shocked, thinking there might be an intruder and so my heart rate increases and my breathing deepens. He starts walking towards me and, without saying anything, puts one hand on my shoulder, another on my hips and turns me away from him. I can feel his breathing against my neck as he starts to run his hand up and down my leg. With this I know there is no intruder, no external threat, but his behaviour is out of character, he’s normally very calm and collected, but today he seems like another person. He continues to firmly stroke my bare leg, goosebumps rippling up as his rough hand squeezes my flesh. He is pressing himself against me and his other hand has moved under under my arm and is running down the nape of my neck, slowly over one breast, my nipple hardening instantly, then down under my breast, across my stomach and ending up between my legs under my skirt and pushing firmly against my pussy through my panties. I let out a groan and I can feel his cock harden as it is bulging in his trousers pressed hard up against my buttocks. My mind is racing, I can’t remember the time he expressed his desires so clearly and so firmly.
His finger starts to rhymically work my pussy through my panties. This new dominance is captivating and within minutes the lace is wet with my juices. His breathing is heavy and loud and one hand enters through the bottom of my untucked shirt sliding up my torso and to my breast which has become very sensitive. My nipples are already rock hard as he squeezes one firmly between his finger and thumb. I close my eyes as I feel him exploring my body, stimulating both nipples while expertly massaging my pussy lips and teasing my clit with the side of his hand, still through my panties. The rhythm gets harder and faster and I move my feet apart to indicate to welcome him in. As I do so his hand slips in between my panties to press firmly against my lips. I can feel his large warm hands adjusting position to then enable a finger to slide in between my lips and send ripples through my body. One, then two, fingers enter me whilst he uses the base of his thumb to massage my clit slowly. I arch my back in appreciation, pushing my butt against him, my breasts firmly into his hand and my head backward so my hair strokes across his face and his mouth is breathing heavily across my ear. Nothing is said between us, just heavy breathing and slow firm movements. He has me in his full control, his pleasure is my pleasure.
As our breathing gets louder and heavier I know he wants more from me. He takes his hand out of my panties and the other from under my shirt. Reaching around me in a sudden movement he rips open my shirt, my breasts revealed, exposed to the warm air. He then pulls my panties down to my ankles and I lift one foot out of them so I can again stand apart – mainly to stabilise myself as I’m feeling slightly giddy. He puts one hand on my hips and with the other pushes my back firmly so I bend over and instinctively grab the door handle of the oven to support myself. I look between my arms and my hanging breasts to see him ripping his own shirt off and in one swift motion pushing his trousers and pants down to his ankles. His hard cock springs out and a splash of precum lands on my leg. His cock is the largest I’ve ever seen it and I can see the large mushroom head swelling and retreating in time with his blood pumping.
I can’t quite believe this is happening but the silence between us and his firm deliberate movements are enticing. He is using me as his sex toy, touching me and positioning me just how he wants me, and although I feel powerless, every touch of his hands, fingers, and mouth makes me fizz with excitement.
My pussy is soaking wet from his firm fingering, my clit is as hard and sensitive as I’ve ever experienced, and my pussy lips are puffy and twitching for more. And it’s not long until I get it. He lifts my skirt and folds it over my back up so my butt is fully exposed and legs apart ready for him. He takes his cock in one hand and slowly but firmly moves it along the edges of my lips and then hard against my clit. Then he slides it away again, firmly against my lips and all the way back. He has one hand on my back as again he slides forward, his cock starting to get coated in my juices mixed with his precum. Every time his gland touches my hard clit I shiver slightly and my legs judder. He slides hard against me and I feel like I can feel the contour of every vein on his cock as he masterfully prepares for entry. His rhythm gets faster and I bite my lip and close my eyes as I will him to enter me. Without warning in one expert move he guides his throbbing cock between my lips and inside me. I gasp as the nerve endings tingle as the edges of his gland slide along my skin feeling like a chemical reaction. He puts both hands on my waist and pumps harder and deeper each time. God this is so good, I’ve never felt him so large before, my entire pussy is squeezing him as he glides in and out to feel every part of him. Each thrust feels harder and deeper than the one before making me moan loudly. My knuckles are turning white as I grip the oven handle tighter and see in the reflection of it’s glass door my breasts swinging firmly and his balls swinging like large pendulums, slapping audibly against my pussy each time he is fully inside me.
My vision starts to narrow as the energy of his fucking gets more and more. I hold my breath as he pumps away, the pressure building, and then releasing with a gasp. My legs start to judder then wobble and soon after I fall down on my knees, and let go of the door handle, place my face on the cold floor wet with sweat, my breasts squeezed between me and the floor, and my arms extended out as far as they will go with my hands flat on the floor. My ass is raised up and he goes on to one knee keeping the other foot on the floor and holding my ass expertly grinds his cock into and around me. Goddamn the feeling is immense and my moaning has turned to loud groans that could be heard in the next street.
Juices are running down my leg, my pussy is red and puffy from his cock, and he reaches one hand around me to circle my clit with one finger while he repositions his other hand to be on my ass with his thumb teasing my asshole. He is getting exactly what he wants but I am loving every minute of it. With his cock plunging, finger massaging, thumb teasing the stimulation reaches maximum and I feel my body tightening as the orgasms start to rip through me like a tornado. My chest reddens as I hold my breath as they build and then exhale loudly as the orgasms come, again and again. He is now pumping me so hard and fast the slapping of his hips on my ass cheeks and balls on my pussy is the only thing I can hear. His gland feels twice the size it was and he is starting to gasp loudly with each thrust.
With one final thrust he pushes deep inside me, then wraps his arms around me pulling me up off the floor and squeezing my breasts hard. It feels like we are becoming one as he pushes hard into me and I push back to accept all of him. He judders sharply and I feel the cum ejecting from his cock filling my pussy. His cock is twitching hard inside me as the cum erupts, our bodies are intertwined with his arms around me, my hair in his face and he is biting my neck. I never want this moment to end. I squeeze my pussy around his cock to extract the last drops of cum into me and we sit together, him still inside me for what seems like hours. He strokes my breasts, back, neck, and pussy and starts to get up. Fluids drip from my pussy as he withdraws and his cock swings proudly as he stands up.
My panties are still around one ankle so while he gets dressed I put them back on, button up my shirt with the few buttons that remain and stand up.
I’m about to say something but he places his finger over my lips, our eyes are locked. The look he had has gone but his pupils are still dilated. He gives me a wry smile and leaves.
I close my eyes briefly, trying to ensure I will always remember with every detail what had just happened. I will never want to forget that.