This is a fictional story; any resemblance is just coincidental and uncanny. If you are offended by strong-minded powerful women controlling, using, and abusing others (men or women), or put off by fetishes like cuckold, spanking, whipping, humiliation, then please STOP NOW. Please search something more suitable to your interests. If you are intrigued by female domination and control, then welcome to my world, and read on.
English is not my first language, it might have some flaws and mistakes, and hope you could overlook those, and still be able to enjoy the story.
I would love your feedback.
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Shruti and Amit were married for a year or so. Both were in their in late twenties, good looking, exercised regularly, conscience about their looks, successful in their careers. Amit was a senior level manager in high-tech multi-national company at a very young age, and was well regarded in his organization. He had a good career so far, and had a good potential to grow further. Shruti got a break in a high profile advertisement agency after her MBA, already had two promotions in last 4 years. They bought a new penthouse in a sought after community in modern part of Bangalore (Silicon Valley of India) last year. Their 4-bedroom penthouse was on 15th floor with a huge terrace with nice views of the growing city. Just a few months back, they went to Spain for a vacation. Amit had a conference in Barcelona and Shruti joined him later as they spent a week in Spain. All in all, life couldn't have offer any better to a young couple, and with their charming looks and success, they were certainly a prime object of jealousy of others in their social circle.
Not all that glitters is gold. Something was missing in their paradise. It all looked shiny from outside, but they both were overworked, even with their charmed looks, healthy lifestyle, high-end apartment, and vacations in Europe and Americas, but there was something missing. They were spending too little time together, both spending long hours at work, and with Amit's frequent travels to USA, they spent very little time together.
To make matter worse, Amit was pretty oblivious to romance and sex. Though he never missed an opportunity of buying expensive gifts for her on special occasion, always brought hot dresses for her when on travel. He loved her, her looks, her body, and cared about her. But he didn't know how to make an evening special. He was not a man of many words when Shruti dressed up for him; she always liked dressing up, showing off her model like body. Amit was too engrossed in his work, his professional and career growth, spending long hours working, grueling international travel, and was letting something slip away without even realizing it. With his 5 and half inch cock, he was functional and effective, it didn't inspire Shruti much.
Shruti on the other hand had a high libido and wanted an active sex life, wanted to experiment a bit, wanted to try some kinky things. She even took initiatives initially, though she did not want to come across as too bold or aggressive. But Amit's lack of creativity and lackluster performance in bed, continue to dampen her enthusiasm. He always jumped into main course little too soon, with very little foreplay. Their frequency was not that great either, particularly for a young couple. Most nights they would sit with their drinks and laptops after dinner, busy caching up on work. And within a year of their marriage, it came to a point where they only had sex either when they were too drunk or somehow they realized that it has been couple of weeks since then they had any, it was like some sort of their married-life arrangement. Or whenever Amit came back from his foreign trips, they both had been longing for some physical attention.
However, most of these occasion, Shruti still end up wanting more, as Amit usually got her hot and high, but then came too soon in typical missionary position, and quickly fell into slumber. Usually, she was left using her own fingers to bring her to climax while he was snoring on her side.
Last weekend was no different. Amit came back from USA on Saturday morning; he brought a nice black dress for Shruti from New York. Shruti was quite excited and had missed him. When he was napping in the afternoon, she booked a nice restaurant the evening, dressed up for him. They shared a bottle of wine and had a very luxurious dinner. When returned home, they were making out like teenagers; Shruti was excited like hell, feeling quite horny, as it was peak of her monthly cycle. She could feel her pussy getting wet, throbbing almost, when Amit started French kissing her and slowly taking her dress off. She wanted him badly, she gasped like a newlywed when he unhooked her bra and sucked her perky nipples, as she laid in the middle of their king size bed, and looked ravishingly beautiful in dim lights. She was little drunk, and was feeling bolder than usual, and even guided him to suck her nipples and moaned loudly," Amit, please suck them harder... ohhh gwaaaad I want you so bad baby."
And then in the heat of the moment she reached out and felt his cock, as he was taking off his shirt. She was like a bitch in the heat and boldly grabbed his cock that started to make a little tent in the trouser, he groaned," Oh gwaad Shruti, yes, take me out... oooh my gwadddD! "
She was encouraged and pulled his pants down, and held his cock in her grip, hard like a rock, hot like hell, and she stroked it, Amit groaned with animalistic pleasure," OOOOHhhhh yesssss, please stroke my cock ... stroke it like that baby."
She just couldn't wait any longer and moaned," Take me Amit, I need you right now..."
As she got excited, and stroked him roughly, and that's it! He creamed right there in her hand, squirted his spunk, his cock twitched wildly, his cum landed on her belly, "OOOHhhh gwad, ohhh my gawwwwwwdddd..."
Panting hard, still going through his orgasm, Amit fell on her, he was done, "that was hot..." he sheepishly said.
And before she could realize what has happened, even before his gooey warm cum started getting cold, he was already falling into slumber, started snoring almost immediately.
It took Shruti a good 5 minutes to register that she was not going to get fucked, she groaned with obvious frustration,"fuckkkk! FUUUCCKKKK!"
It had been over two week, she was really frustrated, and quite horny when his limp cock slipped out her hand leaving a cold trail of his cum.
She literally winced in pain, her pussy was throbbing with desire, her heart was pumping hard, her nipples were hard like little erasers, her breathing was ragged, she wanted a hard cock inside, she was craving for one, she deserved one, but she realized she wasn't going to get any.
He was now snoring on top of her, like a spent cock. Completely limp.
She pushed him off her body; he rolled over with his pants still stuck at his knees. Shruti wiped her hands and belly with the sheet and tossed it over him and got out of the bed. She pulled a nightgown over her naked body, went to their living area, made a stiff drink of scotch on the rocks, and took a swing at it, her throat burned. She was still somewhat furious, annoyed, frustrated, disappointed, and still craving," fuck," she muttered to herself, and then pulled out the drawer where she kept her stash of cigarettes.
She was always an occasional smoker, but a year ago she almost stopped as Amit's insisted he to give up the bad habit. Now, she only smokes when she was frustrated or down for some reason, and mostly when Amit was on travel. She pulled out one Marlboro 100s, and held it between her lips and lit it. Then she headed towards the terrace.
She puffed hard on her cigarette, and blew a huge cone of smoke in the air as she walked out in open air. Temperature was around 68-69F, perfect to sit on her open terrace and smoke, as she settled on their patio couch, and sipped her scotch and enjoyed her smoke.
She calmed down a bit after a few puffs and half way down on scotch, but could still feel bit of tingling in her pussy, her nipples were still hard from the earlier make-out, as she idly used her right hand and caressed her nipple through her robe. She involuntary moaned at her own touch, and pulled on her cigarette even harder this time. She was still craving. She was horny.
She felt her pussy with her fingers, and moaned, "ohhh gwaddd," and cussed," you fucking moron ..." as she continued to rub her pussy eagerly as she smoked.
Scotch also helped her in calming down, as she enjoyed rubbing her clit with her fingers. She needed a release, and decidedly started rubbing her clit harder, and faster, enjoying the feeling, she was quite moist due to earlier stimulation, and drove her fingers in her pussy, and groaned, and muttered to herself," oh fuck, oh gwwaad I am so horny..."
As she pushed her fingers deeper, and started masturbating herself furiously. She was wet, almost gushing and used her juices to moist her fingers and started rubbing her clit as well, she moaned," oh my gwwaddd, I want to come sooooo baaaad."
She took a last long drag on her cigarette and tossed it on the floor, and focused on rubbing her clit as she exhaled through her nose, she knew she was close. She wanted to come hard, as her other hand moved inside her robe which was exposing her beautiful breasts, nipples pointing to heaven, she tweaked her hard nipple between her finger and thumb, and rub her clit even harder and faster, she was really close.
She came hard, as her body started jerking and shaking with the release, she could feel the warm gush of juices inside her pussy; she kept rubbing her clit like a maniac. She wanted to ride the wave of pleasure in the pleasant open air on her quiet terrace, as her eyes glazed, she could see the city lights mushed in a haze, as her pubic hairs were mushed in her juices.
She was surprised to find the amount of juices she gushed. She smiled to herself at the release, and licked her fingers mildly, as she had been bit naughty. She enjoyed being naughty. Even though Shruti always had high sex drive and libido, she was somewhat shy girl in expressing her sexual desires.
In fact, that was one thing that changed that night on the terrace. She promised herself to be more expressive about her needs; she enjoyed the little masturbation session under open sky, and promised herself to express her desire, live her fantasies. Since she enjoys it so much, there was no harm in putting her desire above everything else, she thought. She was determined, as she lit another cigarette and enjoyed the smoke in the after warmth of her release, rubbing her pussy every now and then between the long luxurious puffs and sips on her scotch.
She finished her cigarette, and drink, came back to living room, and decided to sleep on the couch there, as somehow she couldn't bring her to their bedroom and snoring Amit that night.
A New Morning: New Beginning
"Hey why did you sleep here?" Amit asked as Shruti opened her eyes, and found him sitting on the rug using the couch as the backrest.
"You were snoring too loud." She was in sassy mood to start with, still somewhat mad at him.
"Sorry," as he sipped his coffee, "I think I had little too much to drink last night."
