My Request

The need to unwind all the thoughts swirling around in my mind before they build up any further.

I go over to the living room, straightening my back and looking directly at him sitting on the couch watching his show-- I ask for what I need. And with how quickly he presses pause and approaches me, it seems like he is willing to help me out.

He takes my hand and leads me down the hall and into the bedroom; halfway across the room, he grabs my elbow and briskly pushes me the rest of the way to the clear space at the back of the room. He reaches out his hand to smooth down and then pull on my hair, and tells me to get into position. I press my palms to the wall, and start angling out so my ass is on display for him.

Facing the wall and waiting-- I can imagine, and hear the soft sounds, as he goes over to the lounge chair, lifts his work pants off the arm; swishing the belt out of their looped trappings; then bending the two ends together, gripping at the middle of the double-fold. He lifts the hem of my short robe, tucking the ends into the sash.

"Same amount as usual," he confirms. Just then it starts, and all else fades out of focus: an initial coating of wetness concentered on my pussy, and a clear mind in anticipation. He reminds me not to hold back: he wants to hear all the noises that will be wrenched out of me. My nipples tingle and tighten; my breath comes in quickened even inhales. His torso brushes past me as he steps back and rubs my ass, and smacks his hand down repeatedly- and then it stops- until I feel the swing of taut leather against my ass and down to my thighs; he continues building up the pace, my body anticipating and receiving, waiting; clenching and releasing.

Impact from me and gasps from both of us continue until his breath becomes heavy, until I hear a thud-- the belt hitting the floor.

My moaning-- as his tightening fingers encircle my breast, pressing down on my flesh more and more until I fixate on the surge of compression, as he releases his hand I feel the shift to pleasure. I can register my eyes softening and my lips and cheeks transform into a smile.

He holds me with my back against his chest, as I take a moment to just be held without having to support myself against the wall; until I feel the tips of his fingers smack against my mound and then lower onto my clit, I writhe with the sensation as he holds me around my waist. I feel his lips press into the back of my neck, giving way to the grip of his teeth.

His fingers alternately rub and tap at my clit. My body begins to tighten as he keeps spanking my pussy. I look forward to the words that he will whisper into my ears to bring me over the edge. I look to the side at the wall and up to the blue and black darkness peeking through the blinds. Until I close my eyes and gulp in bits of air in between moans until my core tightens-- until there is nothing. And then a rush of satisfaction that makes me go limp.

I am not compelled to take more than a few moments to recover my senses. His hardness rubbing up against me, I go down onto my knees and impatiently pull down the layers of clothing keeping me from his cock. I lick my hand and rub the underside of his freed cock and nestle my tongue around his girth, waiting for him to take in the visual, my mouth fills with cock and gagging moans. In my mind I imagine him saying: Service...me...Bitch-- and it spurs me on, undulating my lips and licking vigorously until I feel the creamy warmth release in the back of my mouth. I swallow; then tuck him away gently back into his boxer briefs and lift up his pants.

He reaches out his hand to lift me up and into his embrace; I relish the feel of gentle kisses on my neck as he pulls my robe back into place.

Time for him to get back to the couch, with me. Cuddling up my cheek against his chest and my hands swiping up and down his arm, sinking into the comfort.