She stood at the kitchen sink, a potato in one hand and a peeler in the other. On her round frame, she wore nothing other than a large oversized mans shirt. Her messy brown hair hung over her shoulder, as she sung along softly with the music that was playing from the stereo. Her long sleeves were pushed up around her elbows, and her bare feet danced a little on the floor. So consumed in her work was she, that she didn't see it coming.
He came up behind her then, wrapping one arm around her waist, and the other around her shoulders. He leaned his head against hers for a moment and she closed her eyes, smiling at his touch.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his eyes scanning the sink.
"Cooking dinner," she replied. "Peeling potatoes for dinner anyway, I haven't started anything else yet."
"Mmmmm," he murmured, as his hands moved over her shirt. "I think I have something else in mind."
"Is that so?" she asked, her voice only a little sarcastic.
"Mmmhmmm" he answered. The arm that was around her shoulders moved a little until his left hand was cupping her right breast. She opened both her eyes a little wider, smiling. His right slid farther down her stomach until his fingers nestled in the fuzzy curly pubic hair under her shirt. As his fingers reached down, carefully, but with a gentle firmness, she closed her eyes and let out a slow breath. His finger tips slid firmly over her clitoris, his breath warm against her ear, one hand gently cupping and teasing her breast through the fabric of her shirt.
"You like that?" he asked, his voice teasing.
She nodded, unable to speak.
He repositioned his hand now, pushing her legs farther apart as his fingers moved between them, seeking out the deep pink of her cunt. As one finger gently slid inside of her, she opened her mouth wide, releasing her breath. The firmness of his cock was pressed against her ass and she felt the butterflies stir inside of her stomach. A second finger entered her cunt now and she let out a gasp of excitement.
"I think you want more..." he whispered in her ear.
She nodded, and he smiled, a dirty smile.
"Tell me what you want," he said in her ear.
"I want more!" she whispered, her arms around his so he couldn't take his hands away.
"More what?" he asked, an edge in his voice. His fingers continued burying their way inside her and she let out a whimper.
"More... fingers!" she was barely whispering, the heat in her body soaring as she began getting excited.
He laughed, very gently, and his lips fell against her ear, as he kissed her, his left hand squeezing her nipple between the fingers. "You want my whole hand in there?" She tried to turn to face him, wanting to kiss him, to show him, that yes, thats what he wanted, but he held her firm. "Do you want my whole hand in there?" he asked again.
"Yes!" she whispered.
He grinned again, and she tried to turn once more, but he held her firmly. "Tell me." As his fingers touched her clit, she let out a moan, and he gave her breast a hard squeeze. "Tell me!"
"I want you to fist me..." she whispered, only a little hesitant. Saying the words made her feel so silly.
"Thats good..." he said. He kissed her neck and she shuddered a little, her head reeling. "When do you want me to fist you?"
"Mmmmm," she moaned, his fingers were still teasing her cunt, flicking against her clit and sliding inside of her. Again he squeezed her breast in warning. "Now!" she answered.
He laughed, "Well, I'm not going to right now," he said, his voice teasing, but hard at the same time.
Her body softened, disappointment crossing her face.
"Right now, I'm going to do what I want..." He pulled her body back against his chest, his cock hard against her ass. She felt an immediate thrill of fear. Was he going to assfuck her? Nobody had ever managed it before, and she knew it would hurt like hell. Both hands moved down her body now, and as the fingers of his right hand slid in and out of her now damp cunt, the fingers of his left hand massaged her clit. He nibbled gently on her ear, kissing her neck. His cock was straining, hard and tight against her ass, and she slid her hands behind her back, rubbing it with one hand, gently massaging his balls with the other.
Momentarily, he stopped his probing, giving her a slap across the thigh. "I didn't say you could do that!"
She whimpered. "But I-"
"No!" he commanded. She fell silent, and he went back to his ardent probing, whilst gently rubbing himself against her ass. It went on for a long while, and she had her head back, her eyes closed, her breathing coming in jerks of pleasure. Very suddenly however, he moved his hands away, spinning her around. His mouth fell on hers and his cock pressed against her cunt. Without thinking, she took it in her hands, wanting to touch it, wanting to feel it inside of her.
One of his hands moved down her back and he slapped her on the ass, a stinging slap that made her jump.
"I told you no!" he said.
She released him, the expression on her face half defiant and half torn. "But I-"
"NO!" he demanded, and she fell silent. "You can have it when I say you can have it, and not before, okay?" he said, his voice gentle now.
She nodded, her head lowered like a child in trouble. He hugged her close a moment, before lifting her chin with his hand. He tried to look in her eyes but she wouldn't look at him, she kept her eyes downwards.
"Hey, look at me?" he asked. She finally focussed her eyes on him, looking upset. "Hey, you're not in trouble," he said gently, seeing the expression that lay in those eyes. "Whose the boss around here, you or me?"
