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My Husband, My Slave

Date: 7/31/2017, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Female Domination, Oral Sex, Slavery, Torture, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 89.2, Source: sexstories.com

use your tongue and I’ll expect you to scoop every last drop out of my puss.” “Sophie, that’s disgusting.” “Is it? Wouldn’t you just love it if I swallowed? Why should I do something that you refuse to do?” “But….” “There are no ‘buts,’ John. If you want it badly enough it won’t be an issue. Either way is okay with me.” I rolled over again, a wry smile on my unseen face. It was almost five minutes later that I heard John sigh. “Oh…okay.” “Fine, lie on your back; I’ll take the top.” It was a position I’d find myself in more and more often from now on. Damn! I should have thought of this a long time ago. I rose up to straddle John’s hard cock and a minute later it was seated within my core. I’d say “deep” but there were inches in there he’d never touch. Reaching back I could feel how full his balls were. This was going to be even more fun than I would have dreamed possible. Massaging his sac I began to rock and grind my clit into John’s abdomen. John met every movement with a strong one of his own. I knew he’d cum quickly. John had never been a great lover. His cock was a bit too small for my liking even though I knew I was tight. I had lived with that for six years—our entire married life, but a bigger problem was John’s tendency for premature ejaculation. It was rare that John could last more than three minutes only to leave me frustrated every time. After sex—it surely didn’t meet my definition of “making love”—he’d fall deeply asleep in minutes while I fingered my clit ... furiously to reach the orgasm he had denied me. Sure enough, John came suddenly and without warning. I could feel him gush into me and I helped him empty those swollen balls with my persistent massage. Without waiting I moved forward quickly. “Don’t even think of going back on your promise. If you do it might be months before we have sex again.” Looking down in the dim light I could see the defeat in his face. Moving quickly, my thighs locked against his head. “You’d better get started and while you’re there you might think of giving me an orgasm, too.” John was tentative, but that was to be expected. It was a cold day in hell that he ever gave my needs any consideration. In spite of all the sexual problems I did love John and I’d love him even more in the coming months once I’d put all my plans into effect. I squatted down to bring my cunt lips into contact with his mouth. I could feel his tongue touch and lick my labia first then force its way deep into me. After about five minutes it was so good I could feel the eruption coming. His cock had warmed me up. Now his tongue would finish the job. “Don’t you dare stop, John--I’m almost there…almost there…OOOOOH…AHHHHH!” I could feel my ejaculate soak my crotch. “Keep going, John; you’ve done a good job so far now you just have to lick me clean. This is all my juice; I think you’ve taken care of all of yours.” I rolled off a few minutes later, feeling better about my life than I had in a long time. I was just about to fall asleep ...