To say I fucked him would be an understatement. I used him like a little bitch. My bitch. To fulfill all my desires. Or, whatever desires that I had left after I let the stranger fuck me into orgasmic bliss. I let him, the stranger, take control of me. I let him use me. I let him cum wherever he wanted, when ever he wanted. I submitted to him. Not my husband. Not my cheating husband. It was my turn to dominate; and dominate I did.
He sprang from the couch like a seven-year-old being scolded for not cleaning his room. He looked at me and smiled, but I didn’t return his smile. I simply motioned with my whip toward the bedroom. He did as he was directed. I asked him if his pathetic cock was getting hard yet and told him to lay on the bed on his back. As he walked past, I cracked my whip on his ass. He went a little faster.