Every Day

On Monday night, you walked in from the den where you had been working, and smiled at me. I gently said, "Get on the floor at my feet." You smiled even more broadly as you did it. I took my cock out and said "Suck it."

You gladly took it in your mouth, kneeling in front of me. I've trained you to suck it just the way I like it. Nice and gentle, your tongue and lips barely touching it, almost teasing it. Your pretty little hands caressed and cupped my balls, gently squeezing the cum inside. I reached down underneath you and played with your sexy tits: caressing, holding, pulling on your nipples, pinching. At first I did it through your top, but then I reached inside because I needed to touch them so much.

As I got closer to cumming, I became more intense. "Fuck yes!" I grunted. "Suck it! Suck my hard cock!" I grabbed your hair and start jerking your head up and down on my stiff shaft. You moaned in excitement as you sucked, ready to get your reward. I groaned as I shot a load of hot, stick spunk into your mouth. You licked all the cum off my shaft, making sure it was nice and clean. Then you sat back on your heels, as you had been trained.

"Show," I said. You obediently opened your mouth, displaying my cum on your tongue. "You want to swallow it?" I teased. You smiled and nodded. "Okay, swallow," and you sighed as you obeyed.

I pushed myself back into my pants and zipped up. I flipped on the TV and pretended to get interested in a show. You knew I'd never leave you unsatisfied -- not indefinitely. But you also knew I might make you earn it. So you got on the couch next to me and tried to seduce me, gently kissing my ears, flicking the tip of your tongue up my neck, rubbing your tits against me, and finally whispering in my ear, "I'm so wet."

"You want me to do something about that?"

"Please," you whimpered.

"Show me how wet."

You eagerly pulled all your clothes off in front of me, then knelt on the couch with your legs spread slightly. You reached down and opened your pussy lips for me, showing me how full and glistening with cream they were.

"Gimme a taste," I said, my voice making you frantic, precisely because it was so calm and controlled.

You crammed a couple of fingers inside, coating them in pussy cream, then held them to my lips. I licked and sucked your fingers. You felt my tongue sliding over, around and between your fingers, and you shivered, knowing how good that would feel on your pussy.

Your cream was delicious, and it had an effect on me. My voice sounded more horny, more predatory, as I said, "You want to be fucked?"

"Yes. Yes please."

"Why do you need to be fucked?"

You knew the answer. "Cause I'm a slut. I'm YOUR slut. I'm your wet, dirty, slut and I'll do anything you want, as long as you fuck me and use me and show me that I'm yours."

Your little speech had its intended effect. My upper lip curled into a snarl as I reached over and started to knead your breasts. You gasped with pleasure, then tried to reach for my crotch, but I just batted your hand away. "Slut! I didn't say you could touch me yet!"

You whimpered as you knelt there, not allowed to move or touch, while my hands explored your body, taking what I wanted.

"I want to lick your pussy," I announced. "Stand in front of my face." You obediently straddled me, standing up on the couch. I grabbed your ass with both hands, pushing your cunt into my face. You yelped with pleasure as my tongue finally started to give you what you needed.

I love eating pussy. It showed. I devoured your cunt, hungry for it, desiring it, adoring it. Soon my face and beard had your cream all over them.

I made you move to the side a little, then I reached down and pulled my pants around my ankles. You looked down at my hard, hungry cock, and your hips start twitching in anticipation of what you knew was coming.

"Straddle me, but don't put my cock in you yet." You obeyed. Now my hard cock was just a couple of inches from your wet, open, eager pussy. You wanted it so much it hurt. "Lick your pussy-cum off my face." Your sweet, sexy tongue darted across my lips, cheeks, chin. We started to kiss. I grabbed your hair tight as our tongues passionately wrestled.

I thought about teasing you and making you beg more. But I wanted your cunt so badly. "Ride my cock, slut!" You impaled yourself on me, groaning as you rode up and down. We held each other so tight that we found finger-bruises later. I knew you were already close to cumming, but I wanted it to be hard and fast. So I ordered, "Rub your clit! Frig yourself while you fuck me!" Your pretty little hand went down between your legs and started to rub frantically. "Now look at me while you do it!" You looked deep into my eyes. You saw the lust, the anger, but also the affection. You felt so exposed in front of me, riding my cock, frigging yourself while I watched. It was so intimate.

The orgasm hit you suddenly. It was so intense it felt like it was tearing at you, but you loved it. As the last wave subsided, I started jerking you up and down faster, my hands on your hips, until I shot my cum in your pussy.

Our skin moist, we melted into each other's arms, and nuzzled and kissed each other gently.

Tuesday night started out looking like a repeat of Monday. But you had something special planned for me. I was sitting on the couch, with my hands on your hips as you straddled me, bouncing up and down on my cock.

In a throaty voice, in between groans, you said, "I did something bad. Really bad."

"What?"

You smiled evilly. "I fucked your sister."

I gasped as I felt the blood rush to my groin, making my cock even harder, and my balls even tighter than before. "You lying bitch, you did not!"

You nodded with the same wicked smile. "Yeah, I did. Remember when we had that fight last week? I was pissed off at you. I wanted to do something to hurt you. So I seduced your sister and fucked her."

"You fucking whore," I groaned.

"Turns out your sister likes girls. Did you know that? I started out sucking her tits and eating her pussy, but before long she was pushing me on my back and licking away at my snatch like a pro. That makes you hard, thinking about it, doesn't it?"

"Fuck you!" I spat.

"Remember when we had make up sex? I'd just fucked her like a half hour before that. I bet you could smell her pussy on my face. Couldn't you?"

"Oh shit!" I couldn't help myself. I spewed a huge load of cum into your pussy.

I started to lower you onto your back to eat you, but you smiled and held me, saying, "It's okay. Take a minute."

I smiled back at you. "YOU...have a very...dirty...mind!"

"Me?" you said, laughing. "Who can't hold back when he hears his girlfriend did his sister?"

Wednesday night I was sitting in our family room, typing at the computer, wearing only white socks and blue cotton boxers. I heard you padding up behind me in your bare feet. As you came around me I saw that you were naked. You smiled as you climbed under the desk, took my cock out and started to suck me off. You were deep-throating me, and I grabbed your hair and shoved my cock in so deep I could feel the cap rub against the back of your throat. I held you down like that until you struggled because you couldn't breathe. I enjoyed feeling my muscles flex as I easily held your head in place, knowing that you're not strong enough to resist. Eventually, I jerked your head up and listened to you pant, as the spit ran down your chin and over my cock. I let you catch your breath for just a moment before I shoved your head back down.

After a few moments, I let go of your hair and went back to reading my email and surfing the web. Occasionally I reached down to pull on your nipples. Or my foot would slide between your legs and rub between your cunt-lips, which were lathered with your cream. Not taking my eyes off the computer screen, I muttered, "You're such a fucking slut." I leaned back, and your mouth went down to my balls. You sucked and tongued them, looking up at me with longing eyes. I gently cupped your face. (I couldn't help it; tenderness comes over me sometimes.) But you went back to sucking my shaft, and as I watched your head bob up and down the anger came back. My hands went back into your hair and I growled, "Do you know how dirty you look like that?" You moaned and I know the thought made your pussy throb with desire. "You're a cocksucker. I wish everyone knew what a cocksucker you are. Such a dirty bitch."

Eventually I couldn't wait, and I made you straddle me in my chair. I looked down at your pretty feet on either side of me. Your toenails were painted red, and I watched as you pointed your feet, straining to push yourself up and down on my cock. Your tits bounced in front of my face. I sucked and bit them. I could feel that you were going to cum soon. "Don't you dare cum, you bitch." You moaned in response. It ached to hold back, but it also made your desire that much keener. I grabbed your hair and jerked your head back, flicking the tip of my tongue up both sides of your neck. Then I grabbed your hips, and forced you to bounce faster. As your cream ran down around my balls, I felt the cum slowly pushing its way up my shaft, up to the tip. When it got there, the shaft started to contract and pump the spunk out into you. As your hungry cunt took it, I moaned, "Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!"

We stopped with my cock still semi-hard inside you. You kissed me gently on the face and neck, before giving me some long, passionate tongue-kisses. You wanted to cum so badly, but you knew that your desire is at my whim.

I didn't even make eye-contact with you as I smiled wickedly and casually pushed you off me onto the floor. "Bring a warm, wet washcloth to clean my cock off." I went back to surfing the web. When you returned from the bathroom, I barely moved to allow you back between my legs. Without being told, you hungrily slurped my spunk and your cream off my cock and balls, then wiped me clean with the washcloth. "Okay," I announced, "now go sit on the couch and wait for me to need you again. You can touch yourself if you want, but no cumming."

As you sat on the couch, you told yourself you wouldn't masturbate, because it would just make your longing worse. (Didn't you?) But of course you couldn't resist. Soon you were twitching in desperate frustration, looking over at my cock, which was already hard again, and hoping I'd use it on you again soon.

How many times did I cum that night before I finally let you cum? I lost track.

Thursday night you tried to cuddle up next to me in my easy chair, but before you could sit down I said, "No. Stand in front of me."

Your smile broadened in anticipation.

"Now take your clothes off. All of them."

You stripped off the "proper" clothing you wear to work. Blouse, skirt, pumps -- all pretty but work-appropriate. Underneath it, the bra and panties are slutty, but only you and I know about that. You stood naked in front of me, with your hands behind your back, biting your lip and twisting back and forth, anxiously awaiting my next command.

"Go to kitchen. Get -- hmmm, let's see. Get the wisk! The big one we use for making cakes." When you returned, I said, "Shove the handle up your cunt."

Your smile was happy and wicked now. You so love being used, don't you?

You got it all the way in and took your hands away. You stood proudly, holding it in place with your cunt-muscles.

I admired how you looked. You were the one who turned me on to this kink, remember? Before we moved in together you sent me some pics of your pussy with different things up it: a pen, the handle of a screwdriver, even a flashlight. It was wonderfully filthy: brutal, objectifying, degrading. And now you were doing it for me in person. I wanted to beat off while I looked at you like this, but I knew it was turning you on for me to be clothed and casually relaxed on the couch while you humiliated yourself for me.

I ordered, "Get a marker and a piece of paper," then told you what to write on it.

As you were writing, I got out our digital camera. "Good girl. Now hold up the sign." There you were, my darling, sexy girl: stark naked, with something crammed up your cunt, and holding up a sign written in your girlish handwriting that read, "I'm a whore."

As the camera flashed, I could see the cream start to run down the inside of her thighs. And I heard you moan, "Peter...oh my God, Peter...this makes me need to fuck so badly...."

Which was sexier? Having me take the pictures in the first place, or us looking at them later while we masturbated in front of each other and then fucked?

Friday night you told me you'd be going out for drinks with some female friends from work, so I was home alone when the phone rang. "Hello?"

I heard a vibration in your voice, from the quick, rhythmic pounding you are getting. "Oh God...Peter...he's fucking me...."

"Who is he?" I asked, already pulling out my cock.

"I don't know. I picked him up at the bar. (Oh fuck I'm so wet!) One of my friends was hitting on him, but he wanted me. (Peter, his cock is so big and hard!) I remembered what you said, so I let him take me to a hotel. (He's sucking my tits now!)"

My voice was trembling by then too from beating off. "Are you a slut for going out and picking up some cock?"

"Yes, very! (Fuck me harder, please! As hard as you want!)" I could hear him panting and grunting as he slammed his cock into you.

"You know I'm gonna punish you so brutally for this when you get home!"

"Oh Peter, yes! Show me who I belong to when I get home! Make me yours again! Am I allowed to cum for him?"

"No! Your cum belongs to me tonight. I'll give it to you when you earn it."

I could tell that you were anxious to come home and get your slut-punishment, because I heard you teasing him: "Do you like how my legs feel wrapped around you? I like feeling your ass going up and down as you fuck me. You wanna cum in my creamy pussy?" I could perfectly imagine the scene. You were driving me insane with desire and jealousy. Then you moaned to me, "He's cumming in me! He's cumming now!"

"Good slut! Good whore!" I groaned. I wanted to cum too, but I was going to save that load for you. I instructed you, "Take the condom off his cock and pour his cum all over your tits." I heard fumbling with the phone and some breathless whispering on the other end of the line as you slipped the rubber off his softening cock.

"I'm doing it, Peter. I'm squeezing his cum onto my tits."

"Okay, rub it in. Now hurry and come home. You need to be punished for this!"

I heard more indistinct whispering on the other end of the phone. I could only make out your side of the conversation. "I have to go...uhm, no, but you can give me your number if you want...maybe, we'll see...yeah, well, I gotta go...yeah, bye." I could hear the smile in your voice when you spoke to me again before hanging up. "I'll call you from the car! I can't wait to see you, Peter!"

"I can't wait to see you either...slut."

That night I made you tell me what you had done with him, again and again, as I fucked and spanked you.

On Saturday night I told you to dress up in a pretty, girlish outfit, because you were going to meet a friend of mine. I took you out to a nice restaurant, where I introduced you to a woman. She was pretty, a little taller and a little older than you. You were shy, but she was outgoing and friendly. After we sat down, you two were nice to each other in a meeting-a-new-person way. Then you both became a little flirty. You complimented her clothes…she complimented your hair…you complimented her shoes…and she complimented your tits. You blushed. At that point she started eyeing you like the Dom she is. She played footsies with you, reached across the table and caressed your hand, and began to give you little orders, "No. Don't start eating yet. Wait till after Daddy and I start...now you may go." Eventually she said, "Okay. You and Mommy are going to the ladies' room." She took you by the hand and led you there. She told me that when you got in, you two primped in front of the mirror until the room was empty, then she led you into a stall, and wordlessly pushed you to your knees in front of her. Now you got a really good look at the sexy fuck-me heels you had complimented. You couldn't help but stroke her pretty feet and shoes. She told you to kiss her feet and you did, adding a couple tongue flicks for good measure. She hiked up her skirt. She was shaved and wearing no panties. "Lick it," she said, quietly but firmly. You started to lick gently, but she grabbed your hair and shoved your face into her cunt. You began to tongue her hungrily as she breathed faster. Women came in and out of the room, but you stayed on your knees in the stall, pleasuring the woman whose left foot was up on the toilet seat as you ate her out.

She said she grabbed your hair like a vice as she came.

She pulled you up, hugged you and then gave you a long sloppy kiss before leading you out. You were wet and horny and wishing you could cum, but you knew that later that night you would cum, a lot. For now, you both cleaned up. She treated you like a little girl. "Here, let me fix your pretty hair...your blouse is untucked, sweetie, here..."

Then she took you by the hand and led you back to our table. You both sat down with shared smiles and I asked her, "Was she a good girl?"

"Very!" she said as she smiled at you.

The three of us did so many things later that night, but that part was very special, wasn't it?

On Sunday night, I didn't need any gentle, lovey stuff. I needed a woman desperate to be used. There are different kinds of submission a woman can give, though. I needed the kind of submission that is anger. And you gave it to me. You kneeled naked in front of me, but you looked up at me with eyes that said, "You're a SHIT for wanting to do this to me. I hate you for it."

And I looked down at you with eyes that said, "And you're a fucking CUNT for being so wet for it. I hate you for begging for it." I slapped you, again and again, and you held your face there, taunting me to hit you harder. I made you choke on my cock, gagging and gasping for air as I used my tight grip on your hair to force your head up and down. When I came I shot my cum onto your face and rubbed it in with my cock, taunting you, "You like this slut? You like being treated like a fucking whore? What does that say about you? What if your friends knew how little miss perfect gets on her hands and knees and begs for it like an animal?"

You took it all, but you still growled back, "Fuck you! You hateful prick! Fuck you for making me into such a whore!"

We really pushed each others boundaries that night. I spanked you harder and harder. I saw you struggle to not grab my hand and stop me. I love that: when it hurts so much your hand involuntarily jerks up to grab mine, and I can see the mental battle you're fighting to not go those last few inches.

I kept taunting you: "Go on. Beg for me to stop. Beg." But that just made you want to take it even more.

You pushed my buttons too. "Harder!" you spat back at me. "Hit me harder, you fucking pussy! Is that all you've got?" You were angry and mean and defiant, hoping to push me a little more out of control than I really wanted to go. You saw the hate in my eyes. You saw the restraints and barriers of civilization falling away in the face of my anger and lust. You thought that I was still in there somewhere. But you were not completely sure anymore, and that uncertainty made your heart race with passion and lust.

And after we'd both cum, hard orgasms that left us spent, we found ourselves trembling and panting fast and shallow, the adrenaline still in our blood like we'd just survived the fight of our lives. We were both on the edge of falling emotionally into a deep pit, once the passion wasn't there to hold us up anymore. But we caught each other. Affection. Hugging each other tight. Tearful thanks for sharing this with each other. Murmured I-love-you's. Whispered confessions of feelings. Not knowing what tomorrow would bring, but knowing that every word was true and every emotion was real -- for now, today.