Cherry Goodhead, Housewife Ch. 03

Chapter 3: Domestic Discipline & Control

We sat together for a while, sipped our drinks, and I felt a bit of a buzz. For a while we chatted, me telling her about my day a little, her telling me about the day she'd had here. She was easy to talk to, and curious about most things, as I was at eighteen. There were a few good movies she'd found for us to watch later, and we planned for it.

"It was really fun going out for dinner the other night," she told me hopefully. "I've never been on a date like that before, in a restaurant. You were kind of... my first real boyfriend."

When I gave a short laugh, she looked at me with big eyes, almost feeling hurt. My heart went out to my innocent little wife, and I kissed her cheek, telling her that it was a privilege to pop her cherry, something every guy dreams of, and that being the first guy to take her out on a romantic date made me feel even better.

"Really?" She smiled brightly and put her arms around me. "That's... that's wonderful! Mmmm, daddy!"

We kissed passionately, and I asked her passionately when out lips weren't locked, to tell me again how innocent she was.

"Oh, sir," she cooed, and grabbed my hardening cock. "Does that really turn you on? You like knowing I was an innocent little naive virgin before I met you?"

I groaned as her hand grasped me, squeezed and pulled a little.

"You know first hand," she teased close to my ear. "Just how tight I was. You had to push through my, um... hymen. Remember?"

In an almost moan I asked her how it felt her first time.

"Mmm, sir," she said quietly as her hands roamed over my body. "It was sooo amazing, better than I ever thought it would be! And you're kinda big, so it hurt, sure... it even hurt when I came, but it felt so good, I didn't even care."

My breath caught, and I couldn't help but touch her wet, almost too sensitive little mound. She moaned and looked into my eyes.

"My mom told me it would be like that."

Despite our age difference we related well; the blooming romance between us made our sex all the more intimate, and intense. It was emotionally satisfying just to be with her and interact, totally open and into each other.

She shared with me about her past, inspired by a call she'd gotten from her mother that day. I had known already that her father had run out on the family when she was eleven, and that her mother had not yet remarried. I did not know though that her mother had fallen in love the last year with the new help at her farm, a middle aged widower. Everything was working out well.

"And I told her a little about us," she said warmly. "That we're even more in love now than ever, and a little about the sex."

I sighed and shook my head, but with a little grin. Yes, I was a private person, but her mother's influence seemed to make things better whenever it was there.

"Don't worry," her hand touched my knee in a cute reassurance. "Not everything... but I told her you were kinda kinky, and really strict. She said that's how it needs to be in the beginning..."

Her hand traveled up my thigh, making me twitch in anticipation again.

"...because the man needs to assert his dominance in the marriage. And a woman needs to learn exactly what that entails. Every man's different, so if I'm gonna really please you, I have to be taught just right."

With a near growl I groped her body, and her hand grasped my erection once again. I told her that was exactly right, but that I wanted to please her, too.

"Making you happy is what makes me happy," she said innocently, making me almost feel guilty. "But don't worry! You've already done everything in bed I've ever dreamed of a guy doing. I mean, I've always wanted to be licked by a guy, but you're ridiculously good at it! Everything we try is just sooo hot, even if it's a little degrading. I don't mind at all. That's something my mom said, too... that nothing you do in the bedroom is ever degrading, because it makes you a better woman. More submissive."

I nodded happily in agreeance, but asked her, what about the hitting?

"Oh," she looked at the floor, then back up with a sheepish expression. "Yeah, I told her you hit me. She said just to do what I'm told, and you wouldn't do it so much. But then I told her it made you horny, and she said 'in that case, get used to it, just don't let him put you in the hospital.'"

I shook my head and said that would never, ever happen, that bruises or a fat lip were about all she should expect. And a sore bottom.

"Perfect," she cooed and kissed me closely, as our hands softly fondled each others' naked bodies. "I think she'll be okay with that. We should visit her tomorrow!"

I turned her face sideways, and observed the slightly purple bruise across her left cheek, and a couple finger shaped bruises on her neck. With some hesitation I asked if she had seen herself in the mirror.

"Yeah," she said with a giggle. "You choked me pretty good, and I've had that slap bruise for a few days now."

With a little surprise I suggested that her mother might not like that. I didn't want to get in trouble for this. She rolled her eyes.

"I told you! She's the one who said 'get used to it'. Dad used to hit her a little when they were first married, but she smartened up. And now that she knows about the rough sex... it won't even be a surprise to her."

We lived fairly close to her mother, which made it easy to visit in the house where we'd met, or at our new place with a few things hidden away. We had sex in every room of the house, and the signs of our fun had to be cleaned up before guests could come through. Sometimes a little detail here or there would be missed, and her mother would try to act shocked for appearances. It was mostly just to be polite. Sometimes she didn't realize the subtle signs of kink in our home right in front of her, things like throw pillows with knee marks on them, or a hand soap dispenser in the kitchen that had never contained soap, but was actually filled with a tasty lube.

Today our house was filled with all kinds of kinky toys, lubes, outfits, and conveniently placed mirrors. We cuddled for a bit and kept talking, nearly naked. She still wore her clear heels, big pink hoop earrings, pink nail polish, and glittery makeup, but that was it.

"My mother's alot happier now," she told me. "It's important for a woman to have a man around. A single woman isn't a whole woman, that's what she always says. That's why I'm so glad I've got you!"

I caressed her pretty chin, kissed her, and told her that I would never walk out on her.

"But how do I really know," she said with desperate eyes. "That you'll always be here? What if some other girl gets your attention?"

I told her that firstly, no woman in the world could do what she does, that she was the best wife a man could hope for, that I was too in love with her to ever leave her, and that the longer we were together, the more true that would be.

"Me too," she spoke enthusiastically. "I've never felt close to a man, ever. It's different. I love my mom, but there's something about you, the way you always know what to do, it makes life alot better. I've never felt so... safe."

We kissed for a few moments, warmly, with energy, and touched each others' naked skin. I grew hard, pressing up from my lap, and her hand found my erection. She caressed me and kissed my face softly, making me get very hard, very quickly.

"Feels like you're ready."

A pleasured hum sounded through my lips, and I gripped her body, pulling her up into my lap. She was passionate, with desperate, tonguing kisses, and hands rubbing all over my much bigger shoulders.

I looked into her eyes and told her that she was a good girl. She smiled and swooned, putting my cock against her very, very wet slit, and rubbing herself a few times with the tip.

"Thank you, sir," she moaned. "I try to be good for you!"

With an approving hum, a smile and a nod, I gave her a firm slap across her face, then kissed her hard, and pulled her down into my lap. She groaned quickly when I popped into her little tight lovebox, and started quickly, wetly thrusting.

Immediately she started grinding on me, closely, losing sight of everything in a desperate need to fuck. I smiled and held her properly so that I could fuck her hard, with my hands holding her little waist. Her young, soft moans wafted through the air, and her slutty heels rubbed against the outside of my thighs. She was a sight to behold, pure sexuality, a beautiful and young woman giving in to her passions one hundred and ten percent.

I groped her as we went, telling her how perfect her body was, that she was incredible in bed, right before slapping her a little harder. She didn't resist at all, just winced a little bit when I did it again, and continued fucking me just as hard.

I asked if she liked being dominated.

"Yes," she groaned out, grinding in my lap. "I need to be dominated, I love feeling like you're in control..."

I kissed her and moaned, then flipped her down onto the couch to fuck her from above, vigorously. She moaned loudly, those glossy lips parting seductively.

"...I wanna know that you're... getting what... you want..."

She was approaching an orgasm, but holding off slightly, wanting to take her time a bit, breathing heavily.

"I worry that I'm not good enough for you sometimes," she nearly whispered with her eyes closed. "But when you dominate me, I know you're getting exactly what you want the whole time, and I'm really satisfying you. Right?"

She looked at me hopefully, with big eyes, half filled with lust and a need to cum, half filled with desperation for approval. I smiled and told her that she satisfied me more than I could have ever hoped for, that she was a perfect wife.

With that, and another few close kisses, I was fucking her hard and nearly making her cum, balls deep and working up a light sweat with the strain. About a minute later, I gave her another slap in her face, and fucked her very fast, very deep. She came hard and loud, gripping me at first and writhing under me, legs wiggling and moving. I pinned her down and fucked her as she gave into her urges, wiggling around under me. Then spasms in her hips and legs nearly pushed me off a few times, but I simply pressed down and held her legs up so that I could sink every inch as deep as possible.

Her jaw dropped and she winced, but her groan sounded very sexy, and it drove me on.

"Ow, ow," she let out quickly. "That's really deep! Sir?"

My balls pressed against her round, firm ass cheeks as I bottomed out in that little tight pussy, and bounced my weight behind it. The little hard jabs deep inside her made her cry out a little in pain, but her orgasm grew a little. Soon she'd lost control of her body completely, going limp but cumming and jerking involuntarily, on and on, as I slapped her firmly across the face several times. She kept bucking, moaning, with her sexy glossy lips parted the whole time. Her face barely winced at all as I hit her, mostly wrapped up in the orgasm that was taking her over.

She was beautiful, and after a while I simply held her pretty chin while we fucked. Her expression was one of pure pleasure and joy, as her pretty eyes opened to look up at me occasionally, the sight of me atop her thrusting that made her cum all the harder. It was the same way when she came on top of me; we were both very good looking people, and we both enjoyed each other in that way quite a bit.

It was of course becoming harder and harder to hold off, though the thorough blowjob I'd gotten earlier helped. My cum was building, though, and the feminine cries, delicate grips of her hands, and the feel of that petite, soft, smooth body under me was almost too much. We'd had sex, made love, lots of times, but no matter what, our orgasms pleased each other almost more than our own. After a few more moments I pulled out, and she made a small dismayed sound, but quickly lay back on the couch with heavy breath.

"Daddy," she moaned out. "I came so hard..."

I gave her little pinkened, wet pussy a kiss, which made her jump a little.

"Did you finish?"

My answer was simply my hard cock pressing against her tight little ass.

"Oh," she giggled. "Okay. Want me to get on the floor?"

I almost growled at the prospect, picked her up, and placed her down on the floor. She sunk down, put her head on the floor under a throw pillow, and her ass high up in the air. She spread her knees a little, but kept her high heeled feet close together. She knew I liked that pose.

A short step into the kitchen and I came back with the lube, put some in my hand, and rubbed it all over my cock.

"Mmmm, what are you gonna do with that," she asked flirtatiously, and pulled her ass cheeks apart. "Put it in my ass? Or maybe in my mouth? It looks like it could use a nice, sloppy, hard blowjob. Maybe two or three, in a row."

My throat let a half chuckle, half moan out at how hot her words were, and I told her to suck it a little, with no hands. She immediately sat up on her knees in front of me and looked up with big, lusty eyes.

"Whatever you wish, sir," she said cutely with her ponytail flipped over her shoulder so she could play with it teasingly. "You're the man in this house. And men should always be in charge when it comes to sex."

She leaned forward and gave me a big, moaning suck, that made me moan, too. Her lips popped back a moment with the lube stretching from my tip in a few big ropes.

"That's how all marriages should be."

My balls rose and I squeezed myself, watching her put those delicate young arms behind her back, and open her mouth. Again she leaned forward for a teasing, slow suck, before popping back to look up at me. She was incredibly pretty, and we both knew this treatment could make me cum soon. She was a little cocky about her good looks, and it showed when she teased, and when she pleased.

"Male dominated."

A long groan sounded in my throat almost involuntarily as she sucked hard with bobbing, quick, enthusiastic thrusts of her pretty little dolled up face. My balls came up close, as I nearly came in her mouth, but told her to slow down. She did, looked up, and pulled back so just the tip was in her mouth. For a moment I pulled back, and she showed me a little pearl of cum that had leaked when I'd nearly creamed, sitting on her tongue. She swallowed it quickly, stuck out her tongue again teasingly, and kissed my tip. I told her that she was a very, very good wife.

"Good," she replied cutely. "You deserve it, daddy. You deserve to have a young little hottie living in your house, giving you everything you want on a whim. You deserve to cum how you want to, every single time. How do you wanna cum? In my mouth? Want me to suck it hard, show you the cum, and swallow it? I know you like that."

I said yes, but only if she would do it again afterward.

"Of course, sir," she spoke quietly up toward me. "Blowjobs aren't supposed to end after one orgasm. I'll give you head the rest of the night if you'd like. Would you like that?"

I put my cock in her mouth, took a fistful of her hair, and started fucking her mouth roughly. I moaned and said yes, loudly, groaning it out between breaths. She sucked hard and let me fuck her throat, despite the gagging, no resistance as I fucked her beautiful young lips. Her heels bounced a little behind her as I went, the balance of her small body on her knees.

The moment felt long, as I leaned down slightly and moaned with one eyes half closed, a hand behind her head, forcing it even though she was actively bobbing her head. I pushed myself into her throat and heard her gag once in a while, but again no resistance as I had my way with her mouth.

The feeling was intense, tingling, as I went super hard in her lips. She lined her head up to move her mouth up and down on just the right angle, so my cock wasn't straining to pull left, right, up, or down, just straight forward. This move made my nerves go wild, made my body relax, and even more pressure went into my cock from inside me.

It was one of the hardest orgasms I could recall, and went on a long time. Slowly I moaned and spurted into her mouth as she kept going, more and more under her own power as my hand lightened the pressure behind her head.

I came and came, moaning, hearing her moan, watching, then rolling my head in ecstacy, and watching again as my young submissive wife suck jet after jet of cum from me, giving me so much pleasure from her gliding lips that it almost hurt.

The inside of me felt stiffer as my manhood twitched, muscles pushing out the last few tiny drops of cum. I collapsed onto the couch, where she continued mouthing me, sucking, and licking, as I grew a little softer.

It took a while but I caught my breath and looked down at her with a dazed expression. She pulled those young, soft lips back a moment to tease me with her pretty smile.

"Do you think you can cum again?"

I nodded, but told her it might take an hour or so before I had any cum in my body. She shrugged, and gave my tip a little happy kiss.

"That's okay. I'll just keep sucking it the whole time. Would that help? You probably make more cum when you're horny."

I hummed affirmatively, and grabbed the TV remote.

"Alright. I'll just play with you a little for a while, until you're ready for something more serious."

Decisively I reclined on the couch with my legs spread, and pulled her down between them. She crawled up and looked at me lustfully, then got comfortable, and started playfully slurping, kissing, just enjoying my cock. I flicked on the TV, and played the DVD that was in.

"It's not a porno," she said matter of factly. "Just a movie I wanted to watch. It's a little romantic, but you don't mind that right?"

Her voice was light, almost innocent, as she lowered her head, and slowly, patiently sucked me, not knowing or caring when I would have enough. She was addicted to her daddy, and she knew it.

A low hum of pleasure left my throat before I told her that of course, I liked watching romance with her. She pulled back and looked at the screen, then at me.

"I love you, daddy."

We kissed, and I told her that I loved her, more each day. She smiled and made a satisfied noise, then lowered her head, a little sideways so she could see the screen. She kept playing with me, suckling while we watched, but not quite the whole time. After maybe a third of the movie we just cuddled, and played with each other.

The couch was going to have another stain on it. We really needed to get leather.