Why are we still dressed he questions me. You know how visual I am I need you naked. This is a guy who strips as soon as he enters my house and expects me to do the same. This is the guy who refuses to dim the lights. This is a guy who has no use for lingerie. This is the guy who has also given me a newly acquired confidence in my body. A confidence that would soon be completely torn apart.
Almost frantically he pulls off my pj's. I help him unbutton that lovely white shirt. His tie is placed around my neck. 'Come with me bitch' He uses it to pull me into the playroom/dining room. The mood has suddenly changed it is no longer light and playful. He has taken control and I am there to please him. Together we have danced this strange dance of dominance and submission many times before. It is in this atmosphere I am most accustomed. It is where I feel most comfortable. It is here I know what my role is. I know what to expect.
He stands. I kneel. I lightly lick his cock teasing him. I am waiting for him to take command. Mocking his rule. I do not have to wait long he grabs my hair and pushes me down on that cock until it is firmly lodged in my throat. My nose is stuck against his rock hard stomach. He is all muscle this guy. I have no hope against his strength. He can lift me with one arm. I struggle to breathe. I have long since taken care of my gag reflex he knows I can take it but tonight he wants to test me. I feel his penis pulsating in my throat. I explore the shaft with my tongue eliciting moans from above. I try to push off him I need to catch my breath. He holds me there my struggle exciting to him. He soon bores of this position and pushes me to lie flat on the ground. With 2 legs over my head he begins to fuck my mouth like a surrogate pussy.
In and out he roughly shoves. No mercy for the throat I know will be very sore come morning. He loves how this is my favourite position.
He lifts out of my mouth and flips me over like I weigh nothing out all. In one swift movement he has accessorized himself with a condom from some unseen hidden stash. As he slaps my face again and again he forces it against the carpet. He physically bends my knees and enters me from behind. The lack of lube does not bother me but usually I wet him with a little saliva before he fucks my ass. Tonight nothing. I wince. The wince earns me a painful bite on my neck .
He is a biter this guy and my body is marked by various ugly brown or purple bruises on my legs, arms and back at different stages of healing. 'No bruises' I shout 'I have court next week'. 'You telling me what to do cunt??" You fucking dare to tell me what to do?' 'Please' I attempt to explain. My mouth almost sucking carpet as he holds my head down against its dotted pattern ' the tops I have won't cover the bites so high up my back' He ignores me. He bites again I yell out 'owwwwww' I wiggle around trying to dislodge his teeth piercing my skin. 'that's for trying to order me around I'll fucking do whatever I want to do to you'. I groan inwardly knowing this one will be a big bruiser. I dare not complain fearing the repercussions.
He pops out of my ass and throws the condom across the room where it lands somewhere among my daughters toys. I feel a moment of shame as I look at her toys embarrassed for the actions they are witness too. Pinching my nose he gags me once again as I deep throat him as he sits on my chest. He turns around and shoves his ass onto my face. 'lick my ass bitch' resting on my face he smothers me. The weight feels crushing. Tentatively I stick out my my tongue probing his dark hole. I know he will not let up until I have satisfied him. As I rim him he plays with my boobs. Sliding his cock in between them the movement makes my face below feel pulverized. The weight now becomes unbearable. I try desperately to lift him off but my efforts are meaningless to him. He barely feels me.
