Wednesday Afternoon 1

WARNING: This is a FANTASY story. It may contain themes of consensual non-consent, slavery, dominance/submission, and/or extreme pain. Please do not try any of this at home. Do not try ANY fantasy with ANYONE unless you've discussed it in detail with them beforehand. Informed consent is fucking mandatory.

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His phone buzzed on the desk, and he checked his texts. It was his wife, on the profile they used for dirty talk. "I'm horny, Daddy. When are you going to be home?" That's the kind of thing a man likes to see. His cock started to stir at the thought of her at home, desperate and squirming with need. He sighed and looked at the last few students struggling through the final lab exam.

"It's going to be a while. Sorry."

"What do you want me to do while I wait for you?"

She could have gotten herself off. It wasn't forbidden. He loved the idea of a sex-crazed wife at home, especially knowing that the orgasms she gave herself were never as good as the ones he commanded. If anything, they made her needier. But today she had asked.

"Put in your ben-wa balls and a plug. Edge three times."

The last two students seemed to take forever. With the last exam in and the tests dropped off for his grad student to grade, he zipped home. She was exactly where he thought she would be. In the bedroom, she lay sprawled across a nest of pillows. Her pale skin was flushed pink. Her hands were slowly twisting and tugging her nipples until tiny signs of pain flashed in her eyes.

"I did two of the edges, Daddy. I wanted to save the last one for you." She smiled sweetly at him and spread her thighs. He settled into the bed to watch. The slim pink handle of a plug peeked out below one very wet pussy, stuffed with the magic balls that vibrated with every movement. He gave two sharp slaps to the backs of her thighs, eliciting a jump and a yelp that faded into a little moan.

"Pathetic. Look at that messy little pussy. What kind of a filthy little slut has a pussy like this?" His voice was stern, maybe a little menacing, but his eyes were playful. He let his fingers glide through her folds. She shuddered in pleasure. He slapped her lightly, right over the clit. "Answer me."

"Your slut!"

"Good girl. Now show me how you edge." He liked that she blushed a little, even after years together. But she didn't hesitate to grab her vibrator and start grinding against it. In no time, she was whimpering and writhing, trying to get as close to the edge of orgasm as possible without tipping over. With a gasp she flung the toy away from her, breathing hard.

"How do you feel now?" he asked.

"Needy. All the sensations are too much and not enough, and all I want to do is come," she replied. It sounded like she was close to tears. Good. She was a pretty crier. There was something cathartic and primal in pushing her to that point. He studied her in silence. She rushed to fill it, blurting out, "I need your cock in me. I need to be used and fucked. Please, Daddy. I need it."

She looked miserable. He slid his fingers over her slick pussy, and she jerked back. Overly sensitized was fun. "Hold. Still." He hooked one finger through the silicone loop that tethered the ben-wa balls together and slowly tugged the first, then the second free. Her pussy fought him all the way, clamping down on the balls mercilessly. Her body was way past the point of her being able to consciously control it. He couldn't help thinking about how amazing it would feel when those strong inner muscles grabbed onto his cock like her life depended on it.

He held the balls uncomfortably close to her face. "Look at how disgusting these are. Do you see how filthy and slimy these are? What made your little slut cunt so messy?"

"I was thinking about your cock and how good it feels. I can't help it." She couldn't say that and maintain eye contact with him. Even as she withdrew a bit in humiliation, he noticed she was squeezing her thighs together and rolling her hips. Such a needy girl.

"Roll over. Get in position," he said. She scrambled across the bed to kneel face down, legs spread wide, ass canted up to expose every secret inch of her to him. He took his time getting up, unbuckling his pants, and undressing. He knelt behind her and tapped his hard cock against her wetness. One large hand gripped her hip, preventing her from impaling herself. He cruelly pinched her clit, and a gush of wetness seeped from her pussy. She whimpered, murmuring a steady stream of begging to be fucked.

He slid in with a single thrust so hard his balls made a slapping sound when they swung into her clit. He let her fuck herself against him in a frenzy, just for a couple of minutes. One firm thumb on the butt plug stopped her mid-thrust. He very slowly pumped in and out of her tight little ass a few times. With each bump along the body of the plug, her pussy clenched and rippled around his cock. He pushed it the rest of the way in and pushed her body almost flat onto the bed.

She loved the position because it put her at his mercy. His big hands and weight and his powerful thighs held her captive as he took his pleasure. The only thing she could do was try to shift the angle of her hips so that each thrust ground into her g-spot. Being used and getting to orgasm repeatedly in the process really was the ideal situation.

Today, he didn't let her shift her hips. She couldn't quite get enough stimulation in the right spots to tip over the edge. Her frustration mounted. He rode her hard and fast, taunting her by asking why she wasn't coming yet. It was all too much and not enough. She began to sob. His thrusts slowed.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"I can't come! A-a-a-and I really want you to just use me, Daddy. Please!"

"You want me to use this cunt like you're the little slut that you are?" he asked, almost tenderly. She nodded fervently. He brushed her hair free, where it had clung to the tracks of tears on her cheeks. "Poor little thing," he said, right before slamming his full length into her. She cried out and begged for more. He rode her hard and fast until he emptied his balls into her warmth. She still cried softly under him.

"Why couldn't you come, baby?" he asked, rolling off of her.

"I edged too much, and now my pussy can't feel enough to come. But everything also feels like too much touching!" She broke off with a shuddering breath and a sniffle. "I just want to come really hard, and I can't! I haven't gotten to come in two weeks!" She began crying again in earnest. He rolled her onto her back, and she opened her thighs wide without having to be told. His load was seeping out, running down the plug handle. Her pussy was swollen, red, and absolutely soaked. He settled one hand on her mound and spread the lips with his fingers to admire his work.

With no warning, he used the other hand to rain sharp slaps down on her clit in quick succession. She howled in protest and wiggled under his grip, but he noticed the way her body betrayed her, tilting her hips up for her to give him even more access.

Less than a minute in, her eyes flew wide open. "Oh god, oh god, ohgod, ohgodohgod..." she began chanting. He smiled to himself and sped up a little. Her eyes rolled back, she screamed, and fluid gushed out to soak the bedding as she squirted again and again. She lay breathless, twitching and shuddering. He got up to wash his hands and bent over to kiss her on the forehead.

"What do you say?"

"Thank you, Daddy."