You just got out of the shower and put on your bra and panties. You look in the mirror thinking of last night, the phone call and how you came like a slut for your Master. You slowly caress your breast and take a deep breath remembering how he said he would suck and kiss them and then fuck them, cumming all over you. One hand slides down your bare body to the hem of your panties and your delicate fingers slide inside. You feel the soft hair of your pussy and then let your finger guide over your clit. You shutter, wishing he was inside you, fucking you. Driving his cock into his slave, his cunt.
Suddenly you hear your husband calling you from the front of the house, "Baby, I'm leaving. The kids are off to school. See you tonight. And I'm sorry I had to work so late last night. I'll make it up to you. Bye."
"Bye." You shout back to him from the open bedroom door. You smile, thinking you weren't sorry he was late. You go over to the night stand and open it and reach back inside and pull out the vibe you used last night. He was so rotten, making you use it on yourself and then ordering you to lick it clean. You put it between your breasts and turn it on. The hummmming causes you to close your eyes, to take you back to the first time he took you, raped you, used you. How afraid and yet excited you were. If he only knew the slut in you wanted it, needed it, begged for it. How he pushed you to the floor of his office, forced your skirt up. You bring the vibe up to your lips and kiss it. Just as you kissed his hard stiff cock that day. Maybe you really planned it. After all you were wearing thong panties that made it very easy for him to push them aside for that meat monster of his.
The vibe moves down over your lace covered tits and down your stomach. Maybe you have a little time to fuck yourself with it.
The door bell rings and brings you out of your lustful dreams. "Fuck, who can that be?" Quickly you put on your short robe and tie it and go to the front door. Again the bell rings, more demanding it seems, over and over again. Making you angry. You look thought the peep hole and let out a little cry. "HIM!" You mind seems to be shouting 'Go away, no not here.' but you slowly open the door.
"Are you alone?" he asks, the man who raped you, owns you, loves you. Standing there in white shirt and tie and dark pants, as if ready for work. "I said are you alone?"
"Ah, yes. Yes, but you can't be here. Please go away."
"Let me in slut. You know you need me as much as I need you. I came hard last night hearing you moan and telling me how you would suck my cock. Now I need you. I watched him leave. You are alone, and I need you. I need your cunt. Now let me in before your neighbors see or do you want them to know what a slut you are?"
You open the door all the way and he pushes you aside and grabs your by the wrist, tight squeezing it. "Where is your bedroom?"
"Down the hall. Please. We can't. You can't."
He pulls you down the hall, half dragging you to your bed room. His eyes get big when he sees the vibe on your bed where you tossed it to answer the door. Grabbing your shoulders he turns you to face the bed. "Sooooo, my lovely cunt, you were thinking about us too. Did you use it yet? Was it in your hot pussy?"