I've ached for you all day. My body has been pleading with me to quench the heat in my core, but I know I cannot without your permission. I know I need to do whatever I can in order to gain it, so instead of bending to my body's will, I bend to yours and get to work.
I go through the house and clean it feverishly, as though my life depends on removing each speck of dust from every surface. Once the house is cleaned to what I know will be your satisfaction, I get to work on dinner.
Filet mignon, roasted potatoes, and salad seem perfect. I season the meat and potatoes and leave them to rest as I fix the salad and clean up before setting the table. Glancing at the clock, I realize I have just enough time to get ready before you come home.
I run upstairs and shower, shave, and lotion my body. You love to feel my smooth soft skin beneath your hands. I choose one of your favorite lingerie sets, a sheer black lace thong, matching Demi bra, and garter. The texture of the lace against my sensitive nipples makes me quiver as I pull the bra over them. I slide black thigh highs on and clip them in place before slipping into the red mid thigh length dress. The neckline is wide and deep enough to reveal ample cleavage, and gives a peek at a bit of lace when I move just right. The loose, float skirt has a tendency to flip up when I walk, allowing for a glimpse of my round, full ass.
I quickly blowdry my hair, leaving it a bit wild, before applying a little mascara and deep red lipstick. You prefer that I wear very little makeup. The way the red accents my full lips drives you wild, though. Seeing my mascara run when I've had your cock down my throat doesn't hurt either.
Thinking of that causes my pussy to pulse and I grab my stilettos and run downstairs.
I throw on an apron so I can start cooking the meat and potatoes. Once everything is almost finished, I set out the salad, a beer for you, and a glass of wine for myself. The house smells incredible. My stomach growls, reminding me that I've been so busy today I forgot to eat. I sigh, sure that you will make me regret that. I plate our food, remove the apron, slip into my shoes, and am lighting the candles when you walk in.
I can tell from the way you close the door and sigh that you've had a bad day. Thinking quickly. I grab your beer and bring it to you, removing your coat for you. I get on tiptoe and give you a soft, tentative kiss on the cheek.
"Dinner smells nice. I think I might want to have you instead," you growl hungrily, looking me up and down.
You set your beer down on the table by the door before pulling me closely, burying your face into the crook of my neck. My knees go weak as you begin kissing and nibbling in that little hollow, chuckling because you know what that does to me. You grip my ass and pull my hips against yours, my hands gripping your shoulders.
"I-I-I made sssteak anddd mmmmm potatooooes," I softly moan.
You abruptly release me and grin at the look of disappointment on my face, before grabbing your beer and smacking my ass. Hard. I yelp, almost stumbling because of the damn heels and shock.
"You really do look god enough to devour. However, I felt your stomach growl and, knowing you, I bet you didn't eat. That means dinner first and not in your favorite seat. You will sit in the chair across from me and eat. No complaining or whining. I expect a proper apology as well after dinner. You know one of the top rules I have is to take care of yourself."
"Yes Sir," I frown.
Damn. Normally I would get to sit in your lap and we would feed each other. We both love every minute.
We sit down to dinner and would seem like any other "normal" couple. Conversation is basically small talk and you telling me about your day. I was right when I thought it was a bad one. It seems like everything went wrong for you from the moment you got there.
We finish up and I clear the table. Hopefully my plans for the evening make your day much better. You head to the living room and turn on the tv as I clean the dishes. Once everything is back in its place, it's time to apologize.
I step into the room, get on my knees, and slowly make my way to the couch. You don't turn your head but I know you're paying attention to my progress. I stop in front of you and begin massaging my way up your legs to your thighs. You reach down and begin running your fingers through my hair encouraging me on. Your eyes haven't left the tv.
I reach your waist and slowly remove your belt and unzip your pants. Your semi hard cock taunts me as I slowly reach in and slide it out. My mouth is already watering. I bend down and start placing soft kisses up and down your shaft, your scent and taste filling my senses. I can't resist any longer and suck it into my mouth. You groan as I starting sucking and rolling my tongue, making sure to get every inch of your now rock hard cock into my mouth and throat.
I pull back and lower my head to your balls. I gently suck each one, rolling my tongue over them. I love the way you taste and the way you feel in my mouth. You twist my hair around your hand and yank me back up to your shaft. Knowing what you need, I grip your thighs and drop my mouth down, taking it all in one stroke. I repeat this several times until you set down your bottle and bury both hands in my hair. I brace myself for what comes next.
You begin fucking my throat. My pussy is throbbing at this point and my thighs are drenched in my juices. My moans vibrate around your cock, eliciting sexy as hell groans from you. I can feel you getting closer to release. You bury your cock as deep as possible and I start to lose the ability to breathe. Sweat, tears, and mascara start running down my face. I look up at you and see you staring down at me.
"Fuck I love the way you look when you're choking on my cock," you growl.
You pull back, and just as I get a few gulps of air, you thrust back in and begin fucking my face in earnest. I'm squirming and gripping your thighs, my nails digging in from the effort I'm exerting, keeping myself from rubbing my poor clit.
"Look at me. I want to see your eyes when I fill your throat with my hot cum," you order.
I look up, pleading with you for the delicious treat I only get from you. You start thrusting even harder, growling and gripping my hair so it feels as if you're going to pull it out. The pain in my throat and on my scalp barely registers. I'm completely engrossed in every movement and sound you make. You give one final deep thrust and release deep into my throat. I greedily swallow each drop before you ease yourself out of my mouth and pull me into your lap.
"That was a good start, but don't you have something to say?"
"I'm sorry, Sir. I need to take care of myself and eating is part of that. It's just..." I trail off, biting my lip and looking away.
"Just what? No secrets, pet," you say firmly.
