Heather woke up before the alarm was set to go off, she lay there thinking how did I ever get in this predicament? By anyone's accounts, I was quite the "Package," naturally blonde hair, long legs, a butt to die for and the crowning glory was my thirty-two d boobs, firm and perfectly formed and with just a hint of sag. With my pouting lips and dazzling smile, I lived the privileged life of a blonde with big tits.
With all I had going for me, how did I end up living with and supporting a bum. Jack and I met in our second year of college.
I graduated with honors, but he had dropped out, according to him, the professors were jealous of his intellect, I should have known then. But I had my head in the clouds and couldn't see his faults. We started dating and not long afterward we started living together. Except for some heavy petting in high school, I had no experience. I fell in love with Jack, and he was my first and only, at nineteen I thought he was all a girl could want. At first it was normal good sex, mostly missionary style, it rapidly progressed to rough "Doggy style," then anything he could do to humiliate me, including cum facials, which he loved to do, to me it was degrading, but I pretended to like it for him. He started buying me stockings and garter belts and even a corset, and making me serve him dressed like a French maid. Even if I complained about having to dress up for sex, I secretly loved the lace and garters. What I didn't love was supporting him while he looked for the " perfect job."
Now I forced myself out of bed and realized Jack had never come home. I thought he was asleep on the sofa. I wanted to get out of there before he came home, horny, the last thing I wanted was sex, especially the way he wanted it. His latest quirk was having me dressed in my sexy underwear crawling on the floor wiggling my ass in the air, like a dog in heat, ready to be fucked, for sure I wasn't up to that first thing in the morning, I had to get dressed, and be on my way.
The dryer was broken, I found out as I pulled my wet clothes out. I hurried back to the bedroom and checked my underwear situation, the only clean things I had was a black bra and bikini panties, that Jack had just bought me. The bra was a push up style which I hardly needed, but the biggest problem, it was one size too small, which he did on purpose. As I nestled my boobs in the lace cups, I looked in the mirror it was positively obscene, my tits bubbled over the lace edges, almost exposing my tender nipples. Then things got worse, I pulled my one pair of good pantyhose from under the bed, they were stuck to the floor, Jack must have jerked off in them when I was out, he had done it before.
The only choice was my garter belt and stockings, I hoped the tops wouldn't show. I had never worn something like that out of the house. Thank goodness they were long enough as I clipped the garters, I was pleased the fully expanded tops just about reached my curvy ass cheeks. I slipped on my favorite four-inch black heels and hurried to the utility room to iron my blouse, my tits jiggling and swaying side to side as I strode through the house.
I had just finished ironing when I heard Jacks key in the door, I froze in my tracks as Jack just stood there staring at me, he definitely had been drinking.
He crossed the room quickly,
"Where are you going dressed like that?" he demanded.
"The driers broken; this is all I have to wear,so please, if you let me go, I'll do anything you want tonight."
"No deal, I can't wait that long, now on your knees, my little cocksucker."
My face burned when he talked like that. It was useless to argue, he was big and drunk and could hurt me if he didn't get his way. I slowly dropped to my knees, looking up into his smirking face. He grabbed my bra and roughly pulled it down exposing my hardened nipples. I took his semi hard dick in my mouth, hoping he'd cum quickly. His dick was only four inches, but it was the only one I had ever seen, so I didn't understand what the big thing was about deep throating. I had no problem taking it all in, but, he liked me to whimper, and I did that along with some fake gagging, and pleading with him to stop, he liked that sort of stuff.
To make matters worse I was starting to get wet, it was turning me on. Like most women I enjoy being dominated during sex, but I couldn't spare the time to enjoy anything. He was getting close from the look on his face, and the fact he was basically jerking off in my mouth.
I got scared, "Please don't get any on my face." I cried.
"That's the best part, you little bitch, here it comes!"
With that, his first hot stream of cum hit me between my eyes, the second and third shots covered the side of my face.
"I can't believe you did this, I'm going to be so late,"
Jack laughed, "Remember you said I could do anything I wanted tonight; I think maybe some ass fucking, will do you some good."
