We were sitting around watching TV. Nothing exciting going on. I was on my laptop (looking at porn as usual, yes I know I have a problem) and minding my own business. Suddenly he is standing in front of me, his only words, “shut the laptop”. I close it and move it aside. He immediately takes out his hard cock and puts it in front of my lips. I look up and open up at the same time. I slowly suck on him, getting him wet and slick so I can take it deeper and deeper. Just as I get used to him down my throat and getting a rhythm going, he pulls away. His only words, “get in the room, naked”.
I immediately stand up and head to the bedroom. There I undress and sit at the edge of the bed. Waiting for him to voice his next command. ”Suck me bitch, get me wet enough to fuck you”. I immediately started sucking him, getting him nice and wet. Knowing that any minute that thing was going to just shove it’s way into me. I either get it soaking wet or pay the price getting torn up.
He was anxious, stopped me way too soon. I was just enjoying myself. He quickly reached down and put his hands on my shoulders, pushing me back onto the bed. ”Get in the position, now”. I turn face down on the bed (we are directional sideways on the bed, short side). He kisses up my spine, up to my left ear. He whispers “put your hands down the side, in between the mattress. You are going to need to hold on and shut up”.
The chills immediately went through my body. I put my hands in the position requested and held on. I was scared/excited. He got in between my legs and shoved himself inside. I was wet, but not wet enough. It went in, but I was torn open a little. Now while this hurts, it all hurts good. Does that make sense? I enjoy it rough. I enjoy being punished. So while I cringed a little inside, I started to flood. He quickly had no issues sliding in and out of me. He slowly slide a hand under my breast and squeezed a nipple till I yelled out. Now he knew I had to be punished since I made a noise. He slide out and slapped the inside thigh. I knew to now bite down on the mattress. We have a rule, every punishment comes in threes. That seems to be my pain tolerance threshold. So I got smacked three times. There was definitely a red hand print left there now. But that throbbing feeling just caused me to get wetter. I could feel it running along my pussy lips. He now slide right back into me and fucked me through a few small orgasms. He knows me enough those were just warm ups. I need a few really deep ones to get satisfied.
