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(All characters are above 18).
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I walk through our front door, the warm smell from the spices welcoming me in. I smile, knowing exactly what you're making. Excited to taste the warming and flavorful curry on my lips. Your specialty. And my favourite.
I walk around the corner and I'm greeted by the view of your broad back as you stir the food. I close the distance and run my hand over your spine, placing a little kiss on your slightly sweaty cheek. My voice soft against your ear. "Hey babe, it smells amazing. How was your day?"
Your lip twitches into a grin as you turn to face me. "Finally you're here. My cock was already starting to get cold. On your knees." My mouth falls open in shock but I catch myself quickly and give you a submissive nod. Then I follow your command, slipping down onto my knees. My fingers trailing down your waist to your hips as I move. I can feel the heat radiate from your body under my soft touch. Understanding that this is what you need from me after a long and hard day at work. For me to surrender and let you own and use me.
I look up at you, my eyes on your locked jaw as you stir the pot. When your eyes finally move to mine I bat my eyelashes innocently. "C'mon, do I really have to do the work for you too? You know better than that." I swallow at your stern tone, but it makes me quickly get to work. My fingers on your zipper, pulling it down swiftly, your pants and underwear next on my list. They're hiding what I need. As the last fabric is peeled away I'm finally eye to eye with your growing cock. I lick my lips excited to get to taste you. My left hand moves to wrap around your shaft, gripping it tightly. I hear a soft groan escape from your lips. A smile appears on mine, happy that I can still get these reactions out of you even after all this time.
I lean forward and place a little kiss on to the head of your cock. Then my lips open up and I welcome your growing dick. The warmth of my mouth encapsulating around you. A louder moan and your hands gripping the counter reveals that I was right about your pent up frustration. "That's it baby girl, keep my cock nice and warm while I make dinner. Stay."
The command earns you a little nod and hum from me, letting you know I'm aware of my place and your commands. The hum sending a little vibration onto your dick. I swallow a bit more, wanting to make sure I can take all of you. But it's hard. Your cock is so big my gag reflex kicks in. I try to control it. Wanting to do a good job and make Daddy proud. I hear you chuckle above me. My eyes looking up to meet yours. "What is it darling? Are you struggling taking all of my cock? Let me help you a bit." I must've looked terrified as your smirk re-emerges.
You put the spatula down onto the counter and take my head in between your palms pushing me against the lower cabinets. Your hips follow swiftly, your cock pressing deeper and deeper, and then finally slipping down my throat. I have nowhere to escape to, I'm trapped between your thighs and the wooden cabinets. No other option but to let you take me. I gag, but you don't ease your push. Forcing me to take all of you even if it cuts of my air supply. You don't care. I feel the tears start to form in my eyes. You pull out ever so slightly. Just enough time to allow me to catch my breath. Then pushing in again, my throat relaxing ever so slightly, easing your way down my throat. Going deeper and deeper until you're all the way down. You throw a little glance down to check, making sure my face is buried against your thighs and all of your cock is buried deep down my pathetic little throat.
"Now be a good girl and keep Daddy's cock warm." I nod and I try. I really do. Savoring the air that's still in my lungs as you keep me trapped. But it's hard to control my gagging. A tear escapes my eyes, making my mascara run down with it. But none of it catches your attention as you just keep going with cooking. The sounds from the chopping board and the whirring of the fan drowning out my struggles. I'm just here to serve you while you cook. A literal cock sleeve to keep your dick warm.
You look down for a second, my head buried against your pelvis. I must look like an absolute slut, just down on my knees, blindly obeying your every demand. My face covered in mascara tears, my hair pulled from my french braids. You give your cock a little jerk, tickling my throat and I gag loudly in return. Your chuckle blending into the other sounds. Fucking asshole. As if you read my mind you suddenly growl at me: "Show me those tits". I fumble while I unbutton the top few buttons from my blue gingham summer dress revealing my big tits. You give me only a tiny smile as reaction as you return to the food. Leaving me with a frown, disappointed.
We stay like that for a while. Your hips pulling back occasionally allowing me a deep breath before plunging into me again. You don't even look at me. I'm turning into such a mess. My spit dripping down my chin onto my big tits, adding to the wetness from my tears. And the worst part is that I can feel my pussy ache and absolutely drenched with arousal. Just from being allowed to serve you.
I deserve a little treat I think. My left hand finding the hem of my dress and hiking it up. I can feel the heat, my wetness, my need. I push the soiled fabric to the side and slip a finger into my dripping cunt. It goes in so easily, I quickly add another finger. I'm moaning around your cock, my throat vibrating. I start pumping my fingers in and out of my pussy. My moans getting louder. Finally catching your attention. You look down, your stare hard as I blink away a tear. "Did you really just get dripping wet from just having a cock down your throat? Just look at you, such a needy and desperate slut." You chuckle again. My cheeks heating from embarrassment of getting caught. You see right through me. My entire façade of innocent teacher falling. "If you wanted my dick all you need to do was ask." Your hands are back on my cheeks as you pull back, I barely catch a breath as you thrust back into my throat. And then repeating the motion, fucking my face. The spit and tears giving you plenty of lube to work with. My head rocks against the cabinets but you don't give a single fuck. You know what I'm here for. Just for you to use me. And you do exactly that.
