Nothing seemed to help mute the heat and humidity of the day. I decided that a cold shower just might do the trick. I climbed in and as I was standing there, I got lost in the sensation of the cold water as it took my breath away briefly, then flowed over my hot body. The water ran down my breasts and over my nipples, making them turn erect, which excited me. I rubbed my fingers over them, then tracing their outlines with my eyes closed, finally pulling and twisting them until they ached. My desire inflamed, I slowly moved my hands down over my belly and continued until I reached my clit. As I stroked my fingernails lightly over it, I felt the electricity rock me to the core. Knowing that He was on His way home I played with myself until I was aroused, but did not allow myself to cum.
After toweling off slowly and sensuously, I found one of my short skirts that reached just below my firm ass. I didn't bother putting on panties as I knew that was the way He liked me. I selected a tight tank top and as I put it on, the fabric slid over my erect nipples, eliciting a giggle as I remembered my brief tryst with myself in the shower.
I went into the kitchen and began doing the dishes. Almost as soon as I began, my heart skipped a beat as I heard His car pull up. I felt my pussy moisten in anticipation while I was working on the dishes. A minute later, He walked in the kitchen and smiled, surveying me with approval. I could almost hear what He was thinking as He stepped behind me, and I drew a sharp breath just before I felt the sensation of the slap of His hand on my ass. I knew that it would leave a hand print with blood red welts and I bit my lower lip with tears almost forming in the corners of my eyes. An almost imperceptible whimper quietly escaped my lips instead of the scream that my body wanted to let forth.
I was startled as I felt the weight of His powerful body push me firmly against the counter, my ass sticking out against His engorged cock still in His pants. My upper torso was bent over the counter, my nipples in the tank top pushed over into a pan filled with water.
I felt the warmth of His breath as He whispered menacingly in my ear, "Has my slut been a good girl today?"
"Yes Sir," I replied, my voice quivering with the excitement of anticipation.
Before the last breath of the second word left my lips, I felt the sting of His boots as He kicked my legs apart while still pinning me to the countertop. One of His hands lifted the back of my skirt, the cool air on my exposed ass exciting me beyond belief. Fingers - two of them, judging by the sensation - rubbed around my pussy, circling it but not quite touching it ... adding to my tortured frustration. I smiled to myself as without warning the fingers suddenly penetrated deep into my pussy.
Audibly panting, I turned my head slightly to see him looking at me with a curious smile on His face. "My pet is wet, I see."
The sensations and excitement brought on by His fingers digging deeply in by pussy threatened to put me over the edge as I let a moan escape my lips. He then slid His fingers out, disappointing me only for an instant before He brought them up and offered them to me. I held His fingers gently and respectfully as I savored the flavor of my own juices, licking them slowly clean and smiling devilishly. The sudden and unexpected yank of my head back preceded the realization that He was pulling my hair back sharply.
"Now my little slut - make me proud," He intoned gently and I felt the pressure of the fingers now against my ass.