His Slut

The evening drags on and on. Sitting at home waiting for him, not knowing how late he will be, she just knows she is supposed to wait for him to come home. At 1130, she decided to go downstairs and climb into bed. She must have dozed off while she was laying there, the next thing she knows he is sitting next to her on the bed.

"I thought you were waiting up."

"I thought you were coming home at a normal time, not 2 am."

As she turns away from him to roll over, her arm is grabbed, "Where do you think you are going?"

"to sleep."

"Not yet, I told you I was bring home a surprise for you now get over here and help me get these jeans off."

She groans a little and gets up to help. She kneels at his feet, sliding the jeans down off his legs. He smiles as he holds one side of her face. The underwear comes down off him next and his hardening cock almost hits her face.

"Taste it, slut."

She knows now what he was talking about, as her surprise. He had been out fucking someone and hadn't washed and now he was expecting her to suck him clean. She refuses.

He holds her head by the hair and says very quietly, "Your ass must not be sore enough from last night, unless you want me to add some stripes with my belt, I suggest you stop refusing me and get busy."

"But John..."

She is interrupted by his fingers being pushed into her mouth, three of them rather quickly too. She almost gags on them as he holds the back of her head. "No but...anything. Do it, and do it now!"

She reluctantly begins licking the head of his cock, then down to the base, she licks and sucks a little here and then there until she no longer tastes "her." Then her mouth opens and she takes the head into her mouth slowly taking the length into her throat. Sucking on her way up and licking and swallowing the way down.

Smiling at her, he holds her head down on his cock and says, "do you know that the entire time I was fucking her, all I could think about was this moment?"

Her heart suddenly realizes something, and her speed increases as soon as he let her head go. As he cums down her throat she has a feeling of inner piece. He grunts a little as she swallows all his cum and as his cock softens in her mouth, he thanks her and says "Get me hard again.". She keeps sucking his cock until he is hard as a rock.

He lays her down on the bed and climbs over her, setting the head of his cock right at the entrance to her wet pussy. Then he begins to talk..."there she was sitting at the bar all alone. I walked over to her and started talking. I bought her a couple of drinks and when she said she had to go home, I walked her out to her car. You know it's funny the damn thing wouldn't start, so I offered her a ride home. By the time we got to her house, she was flirting with me more than I was her. She invited me in for one last beer."

He looks into her eyes and says..."my my, seems my little slut enjoys hearing this, you have taken half my cock and I haven't moved it's all been you."

Her face turns red as he continues to go on about her sucking his cock and climbing on top of him, sliding his cock into her pussy. He then pulls his cock out of her and says "come upstairs with me."

He gets up off the bed and walks up the stairs. She reluctantly follows him and finds him sitting on the couch. He motions to her with his finger to come over to him. As she is about to straddle him, he says "No. Lay here."

He was telling her to lay across his lap like she did the night before some could spank her. "John why?"

"Two reasons, first you didn't wait up and you refused me earlier. Let's get this done so it's over and done with. NOW!"

The tone of his voice meant he was not kidding around and she did as he asked. The first couple weren't too bad but then it was like he remembered her calling him a pussy the night before and he opened up with some harder slaps. She could hear them hitting her, before the pain registered in her brain. He continues for a few minutes and when he was satisfied she had been punished enough, he spoke "Now get on me and ride my cock."

She, with tears in her eyes from the spanking, climbs on his cock and slides it right into her dripping wet pussy. He takes her face in his hands and gives her a kiss. Her body continues to work his cock, and when he grabbed her ass cheeks roughly in his hands she winces a little. He pulls her forward and whispers, "Next time I tell you to wait for me, I think you will now, won't you?"

"Yes, Sir. I will. Please can I cum, please fuck me and make me cum."

He grabs her hips and begins to power fuck her pussy. "You want to cum?"

"Yes please. Please don't stop...right there, please. Oh my god yes."

They cum together and she collapses on top of him, setting her head on his shoulder. When there breathing returns to normal, he smiles and points to his cock. She takes his subtle hint and slides down off him and takes his cock into her mouth to clean it off.

They go down the stairs together and climb into bed, as she snuggles in close to him to go to sleep, he says, "You can call me Sir from now on when I give you something to do. I like that."

"John I don't know where that came from."

"Doesnt matter to me where it came from as long as it stays. Good night."

"Yes Sir, good night."

They both fall asleep in each others arms, him thinking about how close he came to losing her, and she...about how much she loves him and the fact that calling him Sir wouldn't be so bad, in fact it almost seemed more than appropriate.