I got a call last night that really got my juices flowing. He dominated me. He talked me through an entire scenario where he followed me home from the grocery store, and then forced his way into my apartment. He explained that he had seen me around, since he lived in the neighborhood, and that he loved how I looked, acted, treated people, and how I loved to be dominated. He wanted to dominate me, and if I didn’t mind, he’d make it well worth my while.
By that point, I was already horny as hell, though I admit some trepidation. I relented. He helped me put my groceries away before commanding that I get to the bathroom and clean myself up properly for him. I followed all my usual careful preparations, and I took a good long time getting ready. By the time I finished and walked out of the bathroom, I could smell something wonderful. I heard him yell at me that I should wear something light but pretty. I put on a lacy sundress that I had only just bought, with a pair of slip-on sandals. I walked into the kitchen, and he immediately did a once-over before demanding I assume the proper position. I got on my knees, hands on my thighs facing upward, face downcast, posture perfect. He grunted approval, then grabbed my hair and gently led me to the table.
He put my plate of food on the chair nearest his own, just so I could see what I would be dining on. It was the most lovely breast of chicken I had ever seen. It had citrus slices draped over it with rosemary and some other herbs and a lovely glaze drizzled over the entirety. He had also used my asparagus and a few new potatoes. Oh, it was lovely. He cut up all of my food, and he began to slowly feed me. After dinner, he told me to clean up the mess. He stood and watched me like a hawk, leaning up against my stove the entire time.
When I had finished, he told me I’d taken too long. He took me back to the bedroom and produced a riding crop from his own grocery bag. I don’t know or care how he had managed that. I was looking forward to the rest of the evening.
To be continued….
My neighbor sent me a text and nearly 1 am. Said his wife fell asleep on him and that his cock was hard. Booo hooo I thought….ha ha! I could have been a bitch. But the truth was I was a little horny myself. Ok who am I kidding. I was ready to suck a golf ball through a garden hose that is how fucking horny I was. So he came over…snuck out of his house like he was in high school again. Which kind of added a twist to the whole situation making me even more wet. The second he walked through the door he found me already on my knees. Mouth open and ready to be fed that hard cock he spoke of. I took that thick fat dick and crammed it down my throat as he put his hand on the back of my head and fucked my face until his nut spilled out down the back of my throat!
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