"I've had enough of this day," I thought as I pulled into the parking lot. I eased my fists off the steering wheel, flexing my fingers to ease the pain out of them from clenching the wheel so damned tight. Another day seeming to drag on forever, another ride home trapped behind every grandmother and her idiot husband, and another headache had left me not in the best of moods. Thank God I got to see you. Thank God I had an afternoon free to spend with you. Even if my temper had me ready to burst, an afternoon with you in my arms could make any frustration disappear.
I let myself into your apartment; you'd left the door unlocked for me, which was definitely a good thing in my current mood. I shut and locked it behind me for that extra sense of privacy, not wanting anyone or anything to interrupt my time with you. My pretty girl sat on the couch, engrossed as always in the next disc of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Short dark hair curled around your chin and neck, and the darkest eyes I have ever had the pleasure of meeting turned to watch me enter. I could see you dressed in one of the loose sweaters I love, though I couldn't tell what you wore on your bottom half. You smiled up at me as I tossed my keys and wallet on the table. "Hey baby," I said before muffling a yawn. I walked into the living room, expecting you to get up or at least lean in for a kiss. Instead, you leaned back and smirked up at me, crossing those long, sexy legs barely clad in your jean shorts. Your feet were bare and clean, showing me you hadn't moved much from this spot since your shower.
"Aww, what's the matter? A long day looking at porn and playing solitaire?" you said in a snide tone, resting the back of your head on your hand.
"Excuse me?" I asked in surprise.
"Well, everyone's told me you don't do much all day except send emails." You laughed, the insolent tone sending a flush of heat up my spine. "It isn't like you have much to complain about."
This, coming from the girl who had the day off? What little restraint I had blew away. I slapped you across the face before I even thought about it, before I even knew what I was doing. Only the tingle of my palm and the growing look of shock on your face remained. You started to stand up and I pushed you back down with both hands on your shoulders.
"No. You were too lazy to get up before so now you stay there."
"Fuck you," you snapped. "I'm not in the mood for this today."
I slapped you again, even harder this time. The rising reddened flesh of your cheek promised a bruise there by morning. "I don't give a shit. You don't talk to me like that and you don't choose what I do with you. I'm not taking your shit right now." I unzipped my pants and pulled my soft cock free of my briefs. "Now get to fuckin' work."
A stare of incredulity sat on your face. "You've got to be joking." I raised my hand again and you cringed away. "No!"
"Then do what I tell you to." I grabbed you by the hair and pulled you forward, pressing your face against my soft cock and my balls. Refusing to open your mouth, you stared up at me hotly. I twisted my hand in your hair until you winced. "I'll pinch your nose shut until you either pass out or open your mouth," I warned you softly, th ough my voice trembled with my anger. "So you better open up now, because I'll fuck your throat even if you pass out. Won't be my fault if you get sick."
Your mouth opened slowly, reluctantly, and I shoved my soft cock all the way in, leaving your nose buried in my hair. You struggled and I tugged hard on your hair. "Stay there and suck, bitch. You've got 5 minutes to get me off. And you better believe you'll pay for it if you don't."
The wide-eyed look you gave me as you tongued my cock told me you either believed me or were enjoying the rough treatment. Knowing my slut, both. My cock began to grow in your mouth as you sucked, your little red tongue fluttering around my shaft while it swelled. Within less than a minute I'd become long enough that my cock pushed at the back of your throat, probing its way into your throat. You tried to pull back and I jammed your head back down, forcing my dick into your throat. I eased my hips back and forth, sliding in and out while you gagged and struggled. The muffled, wet sound of you choking only urged me on and made my dick grow that much fatter. Only when I felt your body buck and your stomach clench did I let go of your hair. You jerked your head back, the thick, heavy saliva from your throat trailing between us, looping down like nylon rope while you sucked in a shaking breath. "That's one minute gone by," I said roughly, taking you by the hair again. "Better get a move on."
A single muffled grunt escaped your lips when my cockhead got shoved back in and you wasted no time in wrapping your small hand around my wet cock and beginning to jerk me off while your tongue teased precum from my head. Watching you work, seeing your delicate fingers wrapped around my hard and darkly, angrily red shaft, seeing your lips slide around the head of my cock, was always one of the better parts of your incredible blowjobs. Next to seeing your dark eyes stare up at me it was definitely one of the highlights. I loved how small you looked next to me and next to my cock. Four or five inches shorter than me and probably 80lbs lighter, your small frame seemed to match my larger one perfectly, especially when you were on your knees and my cock rested on your face. Though I would never be one to brag about my size, seeing you that submissive, slutty pose compared to my hard cock. Somehow it made me look that much larger, and you that much smaller. But watching you always left me on the verge of cumming, so I looked away and let you service me, your desperate sucking and partly silenced moans overpowering the TV's noise. Reaching down with both hands I felt your ripe breasts through your sweater. I chuckled at what I found and pushed the loose neck of your sweater open to put my hands on your flesh. Though several years older than my mid-twenties, your flesh was still as firm and tight as a teenager and I loved the feel of your tits in my hands. "You little slut," I said teasingly. "No bra and your nipples hard as rocks. I knew there was a reason I kept you around." The slobbering sounds grew louder as you responded to my touch and words, swirling your tongue around my dick as though it were your favorite treat. As, in fact, I knew it was.
But your time was up, and I pulled out of your mouth quickly. "That's enough, bitch. You failed. You know you need to be punished."
"No, please," you moaned, coughing as the cool air touched the back of your raw throat. You leaned into me, rubbing my wet, hard cock all along your face and hair, marking yourself for me. You knew how much I liked to see my flesh touching yours, how much I enjoyed seeing you denigrate yourself before me, leaving your saliva and the scent of my cock all along your body, and I knew very well that you did it now to try and avoid my wrath. It wouldn't work. I reached down and took my dick by the root, slapping your cheeks with it. The wet ringing sound filled the room and you quickly opened your mouth, hoping I'd fuck your throat again and leave it at that. I slapped you one more time with the hard shaft for your impudence.
