It was a Thursday, and my classes had been cancelled because of all the snow. He thought that he would get out of work, so we had planned to lay in bed and watch movies all day, but when he called his boss early that morning he had found out that he was still required to go in, and he had been griping about it all day. He grumbled through his morning routine, and he had even been sending me text messages to remind me what a bitch I was for getting to lay in bed all day without him.
The truth was, I had not spent the day in bed. I had actually gotten up soon after he left; I knew he was miserable, so I thought maybe I would try to clean up around the house a bit, and then spoil him with kisses and affection when he got home. Unfortunately, I had been on the phone with a friend of mine, who was always having one crisis or another, and was a bit behind.
As a result, I found myself scrubbing all the dishes in the sink, trying to beat the clock before he got home so that I would still have a chance to light some candles for the bath I was going to give him. I checked the time… "Fifteen minutes," I mumbled under my breath. Fortunately, I was already pretty much dressed for his homecoming- I had on little lacy black boyshort underwear and stilettos on my feet. Although I had initially debated wearing a bra to match, I decided against it- my breasts were a bit swollen as of late, and they were so full that I thought he would like me better without one. I had shaved myself clean in the shower that morning, straightened my long, dark hair out, and put on just enough make-up to bring out the shape of my eyes. I had thrown on a little house dress so that I would not get dirty from all the dusting and cleaning I had been doing all day, but I intended to take it off as soon as I heard his car in the driveway.
Unfortunately, I was so lost in my thoughts that I did not even hear him come in the door. I was scratching my left calf with my right foot when suddenly I felt a set of strong hands on my waist and a kiss on my neck. I froze. The cold on his hands bit through my thin dress and the warmth of his tongue on my skin shot through my body. "Oh…" I half-sighed. "You're home. I…" but he put his finger up to my lips, and I took it into my mouth, warming it, sucking on it.
"Hey, Princess," he said quietly. At the sound of my pet name, I instantly melted and sucked harder on his finger, rubbing my tongue ring against it. His hand rose up to my breasts, fondling them, the cold making my nipples instantly hard. I moaned out, releasing his finger, and threw my head back against his shoulder. I reached my hand back to grab at his manhood, which I realized was already bulging through his pants. He gripped me tighter, closer, so that my shoulders were against his chest and my ass was against his hips. My back was arched, and he moved one hand down my stretched-out stomach, down to where my dress ended. He continued to bite at my neck as I unclasped the button on his pants, pulled down the zipper, and reaching behind me, put my hand around him. I could feel him pulsing with excitement. It turned me on and my breathing instantly became more audible. So did his.
He pulled my dress up slightly, reached a finger into my lace, and ran it up and down my slit. I hadn't realized how wet I was, but at the same time, I was not surprised that he excited me this much. Taking the initiative, I moved him away from my dripping, throbbing pussy and played with it myself, rubbing my clit lightly and inserting first one finger, and then a second, into my opening. Once I felt they were wet enough, I reached back behind me and began once again to stroke him, running my hand up and down the length of his cock. He moaned a bit and his fingers clenched into my stomach before he resumed his place between my legs. I was on fire, and when he put his hand on my shoulder blades to push me over the sink, I was only too happy to oblige. He swiftly moved the small black fabric aside and penetrated me with his entire length, making me cry out in pleasure. He was huge, and my small, tight pussy fit him like a glove, clamping against him, begging him not to leave. He stroked in and out of me, fondling my breasts again, pinching and squeezing and pulling at my nipples, and as my knees went weak I held onto the counter top for dear life, moaning his name, pleading with him to take me, telling him that I was his. His movements became harder and harder, and he knew I was about to come when he pulled out of me completely.
"Stand up," he commanded me.
"I can't… I… oh…"
"Stand up," he repeated, a bit more firmly.
I mustered everything I could and finally stood, albeit a bit wobbly. He reached to the bottom of the dress again, and this time pulled it up, over my head, and threw it to the ground. The feel of the air hitting my heavy breasts turned me on even more, and the feel of his hands against my skin was unlike anything I can describe.
He turned me around so that I was facing him. "Did you have fun in bed today?" he asked.
"I didn't stay in bed… " I began, not wanting to take this time to go into the details of our day. "I was trying to make everything nice for you. I wanted to…"
"Well," he stopped me, reaching down to pet my bald pussy, "I would say you made everything wonderful for me." With this he picked me up, sitting me on the ledge of the sink, and began biting and kissing into my neck. I unbuttoned his shirt, my hands frantic to feel his skin on mine. I threw my head back and clawed into his strong shoulders, moaning loudly, wrapping my legs around his body.
"Please," I begged. "Please… don't tease me. I'm so hot… please just take me."
He laughed at this, nibbled on my earlobe so that the warm breath tickled, turning me on even more.
"Please," I said again. I reached down and grabbed his huge cock, still soaked with all of my fluids, and stroked it up and down. "Don't you want to be inside of me?" I whispered in his ear, my bottom lip grazing his lobe. "Don't you want to make me yours?"
"You are mine. And I will play with you however I so choose."
Hearing this, my competitive nature took over, and I fought off the pleasure I was feeling. I jumped down off the counter and onto my knees, kissing his stomach as I lowered his pants to the floor. He was still stepping out of them when I took his head into my mouth, rubbing my tongue around it, pushing my ring against his frenulum. I could taste myself on him, and I had no idea how good that could be. He grabbed onto the countertop this time, bracing himself as I slowly took him deeper and deeper into my mouth. I was about halfway down when I began to concentrate on his head again, and then suddenly, I plunged him into me, all the way into my throat, running my tongue against his balls and holding his ass with my hands. He moaned quietly, looking upward, and then took a hand and tangled it into my hair, pulling it slightly. This made me moan as I slid him in and out of my mouth, and the vibrations made him pulse in my mouth. I zealously sucked at him, and his hands frantically alternated between holding onto the counter and twisting into my hair.
"Oh, God…" he sighed quietly. "Oh, God… Princess…"
I looked up at him, grinning devilishly. "What's the matter, baby boy? Didn't think that a princess could do something like this? I want to make you come."
"Ohh…" he moaned again as I continued to suck him like a lollipop. A very big lollipop. Perhaps more like a popsicle.
"Come for me," I beckoned him, squeezing harder into his firm behind. "Come for me."
That was all he needed, and next thing I knew, I could feel his warm fluids sliding down my throat. I continued to suck on him, licking his balls, moaning. I could feel my own juices on my legs, dripping down my thighs, and I reached one hand down to my slit, running my fingers back and forth across it, playing with my clit.
He pulled himself out of my mouth, and I looked up at him innocently. "What's wrong? Was I not doing it right?" I asked him in the sweetest voice I could muster.
He grabbed me under my arms and stood me up. "What were you doing down there?" he asked me.
"I was trying to make you happy," I said, giving him a pout that we both knew was fake. "I guess I need more practice," I declared, and started to lower myself again.
