"Oh baby, you look so hot when you're aroused like this," she hears her husband moan as his turgid cock slides in and out of her swollen pussy. She whimpers in pleasure as he thrust more deeply, lowering his mouth to her stiff nipples as she wraps her legs more tightly around his waist. He lifts his head then, and she watches him looking down at where his cock enters her, knows he enjoys seeing his thickness stretching her open, seeing her swollen labia sink inward with the pressure of his cock, then stretch out, sliding along his shaft leaving a sheen of sticky wetness. The smell of their sex fills the room, intoxicating them with its vapor.
"Baby, I fantasize about having pictures of you this way. You're so beautiful! I want pictures of your wet, swollen pussy and stiff nipples, pictures of you with your eyes half shut and glazed with lust. "
"Mmmm, yes," is all she can muster, her brain clouded with arousal as his cock shaft rubs her erect clit with each stroke. He leans down again, taking first one nipple, and then the other, into his mouth and sucking them deeply and rhymically, then nipping at them gently. She arches toward him, offering her heaving tits to his mouth. "Ahh!" she cries when his teeth nip harder, giving her the pleasure-pain he knows she craves, the sweet torment he's taught her to love, to need as much as life itself. He slows his thrusts and she whimpers in frustration. "Say yes, baby," he pleaded softly against her ear. "Say yes and I'll let you cum all over my cock." She feels herself writhing against him in her effort to make contact with his delicious cock again. She arches her hips upward as far as she can, and the sensitive tip of her clitoris makes contact with his silky, hard cock shaft. He immediately pulls away, making her groan in frustration.
"Yes, please," she moans, desperate for release, and he thrusts into her again, hard, then pounds her slick pussy until it contracts in waves, milking the juice from his balls as they both cry out their release.
*****
The next morning, she awakens rested and sated from their intense sexual encounter. He always leaves her both fulfilled and empty; sated temporarily, yet eager for his touch. The sheets on his side of the bed are still slightly warm, the scent of him lingers, as she slides from between the soft fabric. Since she's known him, her body has felt so voluptuous, so responsive. Even though he satisfied her so thoroughly the night before, she knows that it will only take a look, a word, the brush of his body against hers, and she will be under his spell again. She walks naked into the bathroom; the steam from his shower still fogs the edges of the mirrors. She leans over and turns on the taps. Standing, she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her long blonde hair trails over her shoulders in sleep-rumpled disarray. Her lips are swollen, and her eyelids heavy with sleep. She notices that her nipples are red and swollen from his attentions of the previous night. They look huge on her full breasts.
He loves her large nipples, and often makes her wear bras and blouses that show them off. Sometimes, when they are playing their games, he even makes her wear a nearly sheer blouse with no bra. He knows how nervous it makes her, and he also knows how aroused she becomes, despite her embarrassment. Since they moved in together he's also forbidden her to wear panties, a situation she is becoming accustomed to, although in the beginning she felt so naked and vulnerable. He wants her body to be accessible to him, and she complies, wanting it even more than he does.
Stepping under the hot spray, she picks up her shower puff and drizzles gel onto it. The scent of lavender fills the room as she lathers her stomach and breasts, and then lets the soft netting slide between her legs. Soapy bubbles fill her short, blonde pussy hair, and she nearly moans when the netting brushes over her clit and inner pussy lips, their soreness reminding her again of the delicious fucking she received the night before.
After her shower, she pulls on a short, cotton dress, wanders out to the kitchen and fills a mug with hot coffee, then adds cream and sugar. Sliding into a chair at the table, she sees the note he left:
Thank you for saying yes, baby. You won't regret it! I love you.
What had she said yes to, she wondered? Picking at a piece of cold toast he'd left on a plate, she racks her brain trying to remember. Slowly, it comes to her. The pictures! She'd said yes to the pictures he wanted! Tiny butterflies start in the pit of her stomach. For some reason, the idea of having her picture taken while she is nude has always scared the hell out of her. She can't believe he's coaxed a yes out of her! He certainly hasn't played fair! Well, she reassures herself, he won't make her go through with it when he realizes just how nervous it makes her.
She spends her morning at the computer. Her job as an editor for a small publishing firm allows her some flexibility with telecommuting. Her cell phone rings about 11:30, the special ring telling her it is her lover calling. "Hello?" she answers, her voice husky, the way it becomes when she talks to him. "Hi baby," his voice warms her insides, makes her smile. "Whatcha doin?"
"Working," she laughs softly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm daydreaming about my favorite girl," he admits. "Meet me for lunch?"
"Sure," she agrees, "Where?"
"That little Italian place around the corner sounds good to me. How about you?"
"Perfect! And I'm starving. I didn't eat breakfast, "she confesses. "What time?"
"Meet me there in fifteen minutes," he directs, "and no bra or panties."
Her breath catches in her throat, and her stomach tenses. "Okay," she whispers.
"You have that sound in your voice," he tells her. "The one you get when your pussy swells and moistens."
"I know," she admits, realizing how addicted she is to feeling this way, to the nervousness and submission, to his making her give in to her deepest needs. She hears a soft click as he hangs up, and only then does she close her little phone and rise from her chair. She grabs her purse from the kitchen, and lets herself out the side door into the garage. In five minutes she is on her way.
She drives in to the parking lot right behind him, and pulls her little red car up in a spot next to his dark gray Lexus. She steps from her vehicle and walks to him. He sits there, door open, waiting for her approach.
"Nice," he says, eyeing her thin, summery dress. "Did you follow my directions?"
"Yes," she says hesitantly. "She has only disobeyed him once, and the repercussions had not been worth it. She needs him like she needs oxygen.
"Show me," he insists.
She steps behind his car door to hide herself as best she can, then slowly lifts the hem of her dress. His eyes follow the slow uncovering of her long, tanned thighs, until finally, he sees just a peek of her naked cunt before she lowers the material.
"Good girl," he praises her. "I can tell you don't have a bra on. I could see your breasts jiggling when you walked toward me. Your nipples are sticking out too. I'm sure all the other men in the restaurant will enjoy them as much as I do."
While he is talking, his hand slides up her thigh until his palm cups the mound of her pussy, his fingers sliding through the short, crisp hairs along her pussy lips. Her breathing quickens, and he watches her face as her eye lids lower half way, and her green eyes darken with arousal.
"You feel swollen from last night," he notes. "And you're already wet. I knew you would be." His middle finger probes her opening, sinking into the wet heat of her vagina, then pulling back to rub lightly over her stiffening clit. His other hand slides under her dress and reaches to cup her ass, his fingers working their way into her ass crack until one finger rubs gently over her tight, pink asshole. She arches against his hand, her pussy suddenly gushing on his fingers.
"That's my girl," he coaxes her. "I love the way your clit pokes out from between your pussy lips when you're aroused, like it's begging for attention. It is, isn't it baby? Your greedy little clit wants to be kissed and licked, doesn't it? "
"Oh yes," she lisps, wanting more than anything to sink down onto his hands, to rub lewdly against him, to have his hard cock driving into her as she bends over the trunk of the car. He's fucked her that way before, leaning over the car in the parking lot of another restaurant. Only that time it had been dark, and they'd been parked at the back of the lot. Now it was broad daylight, and she struggled to control herself.
