Call Me Sir

The following is a work of erotic fiction and is meant to be enjoyed by those 18 years of age and older.

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I am full of giddy excitement as I pull the car into the driveway. After three long years in my role at the development company I work for, I have finally made it to Lead Character Animator. I have spent years devoted to developing and honing my skills as an artist, and today my boss rewarded that effort.

I step out of the car, admiring the freshly mowed lawn. My husband had taken nicely to his role as a stay at home dad and house husband. When our daughter, Arya, was born it made more sense for Luke to stay home with where our careers were. We thought it would be a difficult adjustment but he took to it very well.

He's a wonderful father to Arya, now six, and he has become a pretty impressive chef as well. Arya was staying with my parents for a couple weeks during summer break, and I was happy to be able to celebrate my news with Luke first.

I open the front door and make my way down the hall. My heels echo down the hall as I head to the kitchen and I have no doubt Luke has heard me by now.

"Welcome home, honey," Luke calls from the kitchen.

I enter the kitchen, watching Luke as he loads something into the oven for dinner. I take this moment to admire my wonderful house husband, something about my man in an apron really makes me hot under the collar.

He turns to face me now that dinner is in the oven and my slight disappointment in my excellent view of his backside going away is quickly overpowered by the joy I receive in seeing his face.

"So, did they make the smart move or are they idiots?" Luke asks me in his flattering way whether or not I received my promotion.

"They went with the smart move today," I say with a smile.

Luke's smile is brilliant as I give him the news, he quickly removes his apron before embracing me in a big, bear hug. Lifting me slightly off my feet as he does.

"Congratulations, sweetheart," he says as he sets me back on my feet.

"Thank you, babe," I say, blushing a little.

We have been together over ten years but his sweetness has never gone stale for me. He runs one of his strong hands against my cheek, and I feel my body begin to heat up.

"How long into dinner, my love?" I ask Luke, hoping we have some time.

"It's going to be about at least thirty-five minutes," Luke says.

"Come with me," I say, taking hold of my husband's hand.

I guide him to our bedroom, and close the door behind us once we enter. He is smiling when I face him, and I can't help but smile back. I take in his handsome face, my eyes moving down his well built body. Luke has always been athletic, but he has really started taking care of himself since he became a house husband. The role suited him well and I enjoyed being the breadwinner for our family.

"Take your clothes off for me," I tell him, the hunger clear in my eyes.

He does not say anything, simply takes hold of his shirt and pulls it off over his head. I watch as every muscle of his upper body flexes slightly. His biceps bulge as the shirt comes off, his chest dancing a little as his arms work the shirt off. I bite my lip, my anticipation growing.

Luke smiles as he strips for me, his fingers undoing his pants now. Sliding them down, the clear bulge in his boxer briefs show me his excitement is high as well. Slipping his fingers into his waistband, he teases me for a moment. Pulling them down slowly, but keeping his hand over his growing member.

He tosses his boxer briefs to the side before removing his hand from his member, giving me a complete view of his naked body. I can't help but breathe in a bit deeper, the muscles of his legs powerful and exciting.

"Come here and remove my clothes," I instruct him.

"Yes, Ma'am," Luke says with a smile, trying to get into a bit of a character.

When he's close enough I surprise him by taking a firm hold on his hair, my heels helping me with the height difference as I do. I can tell he's shocked by my force, but the twitch I see from his cock tells me he's excited.

"I don't want you to be polite, I want you to understand your place," I tell Luke as I pull his head back. "You'll call me, Sir, do you understand?" I ask, the seriousness in my voice sending a clear message.

"Yes, Sir," Luke replies, his cock harder than ever.

"Good boy, now take off my clothes," I command.

I release Luke's hair and see a deep hunger in his eyes as he brings his head back down to look at me. His fingers tremble with excitement as he unbuttons my blouse, the shock of my force not having completely set in yet.

I'm wearing a black, lacey bra that makes me feel so good about my breasts. Luke's eyes linger on them hungrily as he opens up my blouse and slides it off my body.

"Stay on task," I say firmly, noticing his eyes lingering a bit long on my breasts.

He slowly moves to his knees to undo my pants. The rush of arousal I feel as he moves to his knees makes me want to take him right here and now, but I know it will feel even better to draw it out.

My thong matches my bra and Luke's face is inches from my moistening pussy. He's breathing is heavy, I can feel his warmth on pussy and it drives me wild. I turn away from him so he has a full view of my ass.

"Kiss my ass," I command him.

"Thank you, Sir," he says, his gratitude sending tingles through my body.

Luke begins placing gentle kisses on my ass cheeks and his tenderness makes me feel divine. He covers every inch of my ass with his lips and my heart starts beating heavily in my chest as my arousal increases.

"Get on the bed, on your back," I command, working to keep my composure as my lust for him reaches new heights.

"Yes, Sir," he says, his obedience making my pussy wet.

Luke lies down on the bed, flat on his back. His adjustment to submission absolute magic. I turn to face him, his cock standing straight up at attention. His cock is so enticing, sliding it into my wet pussy would feel so good. That's not the goal for the moment though, I want him to know exactly who is in charge.

I slip off my thong, unhook my bra and cast it to the side. The relief on my chest as I toss my bra away makes me feel completely free. I am going to take what I want from Luke, and I know he'll give it so willingly.

I crawl onto the bed, teasing his cock with my hand before straddling his face. I keep myself raised enough that my pussy hasn't made contact with his face.

"Are you ready to make me feel good?" I ask, looking down into his eyes.

"Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir," he replies, his breath heavy and dripping with desire.

"Good boy," I say before lowering myself onto his face.

He gets to work immediately, absolutely no hesitation to serve me. I've always enjoyed Luke's tongue, but today felt so different. His tongue slid gently along my pussy, lapping up my already present sweetness.

"Yes, good boy," I say, my voice thick with my arousal and lust.

Luke swirls his tongue around my clit, the sensation sending shocks through my body. I slide my left hand through his hair, gripping lightly as his tongue continues working my pussy. I place my right hand against the wall to keep me stable, letting my body relax onto his face.

I feel his tongue slip down to my entrance, his hunger for my juices insatiable as his tongue enters me. The sensation of his powerful, flexible tongue inside me brings me ever closer to orgasm. I tighten my grip in his hair, a prompt for him to continue what he's doing.

He receives the message and maneuvers his tongue deeper into my pussy, the sensation making me buck my hips.

"Oh yes, right there," I moan out heavily.

His hands slide along my thick thighs, his gentle touch a pleasant addition to the moment. Luke's hands reach my butt, an area he frequently enjoys grabbing a smacking. This time though, knowing his place, he uses his hands to pull me further into his face. His tongue reaches new depths and my eyes roll back as my hand grips his hair tight.

"Yes, make me cum," I command, mere seconds from my climax.

His tongue swirls and flexes with a renewed energy, his desire to please me obvious with every movement. I rock my hips on his face, riding his tongue like a flexible cock. Moans escape my lips without end as I'm driven to orgasm.

"Yes! Ahhh, yes!" I moan as my pussy tightens around Luke's tongue, holding it inside me as I orgasm.

My grip of his hair might be causing him some pain now, but my mind can only think of the incredible pleasure radiating through it. Air is trapped inside me, my head back as I feel the muscles in my neck strain. My pussy convulses on Luke's tongue as I'm overcome with heat and pleasure. I feel like I'm moments from passing out before air manages to rush out of my lungs and oxygen back in. My muscles begin to relax, my hand relaxing in Luke's hair as well.

Luke remains still beneath me, my juices coating his lips and chin after my orgasm. I slide off of him and admire the wet sheen on the lower half of his face.

"Good boy," I say, breathing still heavy.

"Thank you, Sir," he replies, his cock still rock hard.

"If dinner is as good as your tongue, I'll take care of that for you," I say, nodding my head toward his cock.

Luke smiles, completely content in a session meant to just please me.

"Thank you, Sir," he says, standing up and putting his clothes back on so he can return to the kitchen.

"I'm going to shower before dinner, honey" I tell Luke, smiling in the afterglow of our session.

"Take your time, sweetheart," he says to me with a smile.

I watch him leave our bedroom, not able to control my smile as my heart swells with love for my wonderful husband. I slide out of bed and head to the bathroom to shower, my mind racing with thoughts on how to thank him for his service and what I know will be an incredible dinner.

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