Ch.2-Poker in the rear
I waited all day Monday to hear from Mark and nothing. Not a call, not a text, nothing. It was like he was ashamed of what happened. I felt very used, and not in a good way. I thought about going next door and hoping it would make him uncomfortable, but ultimately decided against it. But after my nightly call with Melissa I texted him.
"Hey man....wanna come over? 😉"
I waited.....and waited. Nothing. I tried to just go about my night but kept checking my phone. Finally, 2 hours later, I heard it go off.
"Sorry man. Busy tonight. Talk to you later."
I was crushed. I knew at that moment that I wanted him more than he wanted me. I was so horny up until that moment, but that killed my mood. I just slid into bed and was wondering if it would ever happen again.
The next day wasn't any better. He was on my mind all day. Work was dragging as all I wanted to to was get home and see if he had time for me. God, what was I becoming? I decided on the way home that I would make him want me! I texted Melissa and told her I was really tired and that I'd have to talk to her tomorrow. She understood and told me to get some sleep. If only she knew. When I got home I showered and shaved. It didn't take long as it had only been a couple days, but I wanted to be perfect. I did just a little bit of make up and secured my wig. I put on on just my thigh highs and went to our bed. I closed our door as their was a mirror on the back of it. I sat on our bed with my knees in the air. My legs spread and my little cock very visible. I took a picture and sent it to him.
"Every back door in the house is open right now FYI" I thought it would be cute, but still sexy.
I waited. And waited. And waited some more. It seemed like hours, but in reality it was less then 10 minutes until I heard our back door shut. My heart started to race. There was a slight pause and then I heard the footsteps up the stairs. I set my phone down and tried to look as sexy as I could. I heard the doorknob start to turn and I slowly started playing with myself. There he was. Standing in the doorway of my bedroom, completely naked. His thick cock rock hard and on display. I instinctively licked my lips at the sight of it.
"Get over here" he said in a stern voice, "Lay on your stomach."
I eagerly did what he said. My own cock pressed into our comforter, my ass slightly perked up for his viewing pleasure. He ran his fingers through my hair as he started to stroke his cock. Then, he slapped me in the face with it. I thought at first he was just playing, but he did it repeatedly and harder each time.
"You think it's cute? You think sending me that stuff while I'm having dinner with my family is cute? Your little bitch ass is aching for my cock so bad that you can't wait huh?"
I was a bit taken aback. He hadn't been this rough or mean before. He was a bit dominant, but otherwise pretty sweet. I wasn't expecting it, that's for sure.
"N-no...I...I just."
"Apologize!" he commanded as he cut me off.
"Mark...I'm so sorry I didn't mean-"
"Daddy. You call me daddy."
Ugh, I always hated that term. I thought it was gross and stupid. But a guy like him, it totally didn't surprise me that he liked it. And even though I hated it, I wanted him to forgive me. And more importantly, I wanted him to fuck me.
"I'm so sorry daddy. I didn't mean to bother you"
"Good girl" he remarked. Man, when he said that, I melted. It's like a switch flipped in my brain. Not only had he referred to me as a girl, but I had his acceptance, approval and forgiveness.
It wasn't long after that that his cock was in my mouth. And this time, there was nothing sensual about it. He had a grip on the back of my head and was fucking my mouth, almost as hard as he fucked my ass the first time. I was struggling to keep up and to catch my breath. He finally pulled out and I gasped for air.
"Understand who's in charge here now whore?" He asked. I just nodded as I took breaths of air. I only had a few seconds as he rammed it back down my throat and continued on.
"This is how it works. I fuck you when I want. Not the other way around. Your just a pathetic little bitch who craves cock. I'm the one who runs things, understood"
I just mumbled that I did with his cock still firmly in my mouth. It was a whole new experience for me. Melissa was very dominant, but she was also caring and understanding. Mark was just being plain old dominant and mean. But, as those who have these fetishes know, it only turns you on more. I could feel my little dick throbbing underneath me. I wanted him to take it out violently on my ass. But he just kept face fucking me. It lasted a total of only about 5 minutes before he pulled out and started jerking off.
"Come here" he said as he pulled me closer by my hair.
He stroked for another minute or so before he shot his load all over my face. I had closed my eyes just in time and when I opened them I saw his hand coming at me. Maybe it was because of his demeanor, but I winced in fear. He just laughed as he smeared his cum all over my face and then wiped his hand on my bare ass.
"Now you look like a proper whore" he said as he turned around and left my bedroom.
I heard him go down the stairs, I can only assume get changed, and leave. I was left there completely baffled, but also completely horny. So I did what any whore would do. I rolled over onto my back and started playing with myself. My undersized cock in one hand while the other fed his cum from the various parts of my face to my mouth. He tasted so good. I lapped it all up and it didn't take long for me to release my own all over myself. I was tired but satisfied.
The next day was more of the same. Me daydreaming about being Mark's whore, but not hearing anything from him. The days just seem to drag. Normally my wife and I would be texting off an on throughout the day, but she couldn't where she was at. So I was just left with my work and my thoughts. I called her when I got home. We chatted for a bit. She was excited to come home Saturday. I was excited as well, but I was also a bit sad. I know I could tell her what happened and she would actually be happy for me, but I don't know if Mark would want to keep it up after she got back. My mind was swirling with what ifs as we hung up. I heard my phone ding and just assumed it was Melissa. But it wasn't, it was Mark.
"Meet me in the backyard in 5 mins. Don't wear anything but that silk robe. Don't disobey me!"