Lustful Affairs (Erotica)

My name is… Let’s go with Kate. I’m 28, 5’6 with very pale skin, hazel hair and eyes, freckles around my nose, a fairly athletic build and perky 36b breasts. The thing about me is I’ve always been extremely horny. For as long as I can remember I’ve just had this itch that keeps coming back and is not so easy to scratch, not that my husband…. Let’s call him Tom has any issues with that. He’s not a body builder buy any means but he works a very physically demanding job so he’s quite fit, 6’1 with blonde hair, blue eyes and a gorgeous 7 inch cock with the sexiest slight upward curve to it. We both have good jobs, him working for the city and me working for a small corporation that allows me to work from home, I really only have to go to the office for meetings or if someone really fucks up. Our jobs allow us to live quite comfortably in a 2 bedroom house in our small Californian cul-de-sac.

We’ve been married 5 wonderful years during which time we have enjoyed a very strong D/S relationship. I LOVE being used, beaten and degraded with limits we still enjoy pushing and Tom is more than happy to oblige, since he gets as much sex in what ever way he wants. In fact he often forces me to have to wait for days or even weeks just so I’ll go wild, I get off to much on the denial to masterbait without being ordered and he knows it. After all, I’m his whoreish little play thing.

So the story that inspired me to start writing happened just a few days ago on September 1st 2019 after 4 days of me trying to seduce Tom and him denying me to keep me a squirming mess. I had just finished up the last of my work for the day and was about to log on and post to our FetLife account (which WILL NOT be shared here due to the nature of this story, sorry) when I hear my phone chime. I grab it expecting a text from work with updates or further paper work and instead see a text for Tom, checking the time I know he’s probably just gotten off and just has to make the hour drive home.

I read “I’m on my way whore” immediately I start getting hot and feel my pussy get wet knowing what’s expected of me.

You see, any time he sends a message like that I know 2 things. That Tom is horny and that he’s had a frustrating day, meaning that I’m in for an absolutely brutal and degrading fuck. Any time he has a bad day he uses me and my kinks to relieve his pent up frustration. Not in any abusive or negative way, everything we do has been throughly discussed with limits set. He gets to release his stress through sex and I get the hardcore humiliation and rough sex I crave but he’s often to genital of a man to give me.

I immediately jump into action, I have a few things that are expected of me to have done before he gets home. They include giving myself a thorough enema as we often have anal sex or at the very least him shoving something up there when he’s frustrated. Making sure I’m fully shaved though since I get regular waxings I know I’m good on that front, putting my hair into a pony tail for easier pulling and to give him a handle, putting Crash our chocolate lab outside, then dressed in only my collar, wrist and anckle cuff set, I must wait kneeling by the door till he gets home.

I look around for Crash but I don’t see him. Figuring I’ll just take him out after the rest is done, I half sprint to the bathroom to start my enima and put on some make-up (I love it when it gets ruined and I look like the slutty mess I am) once I finished and I double checked myself I put my hair up while I walked to our “storage room”. That’s what we call it and don’t let anyone see inside claiming it’s a huge mess.

I walk in and see the familiar sight of my favorite room in the whole house. Benches along 2 walls covered in toys, lube, whips, paddles, plugs, clamps as well as various restraints. Several pieces of furniture (most made by my husband) a stripper pole and various eye bolts set along the walls and ceiling. I grab some lube and a cone shaped dildo so I can get my ass stretched out a bit before he gets here. Afterward I put on my “outfit” and go crouch by the door knowing he’s gonna be home any minute now.

I wait kneeling with my hands, palms up resting on my legs. My legs are spread wide to give him a good view of my already wet pussy and my head is slightly lowered with my eyes aimed at the floor. I love waiting in this position, knowing I’m putting everything on hold to sit naked by the door and unable to change positions until he tells me to, not knowing exactly how long he’s going to take. One time he decided to stop by the store and left me kneeling there for almost 40 minutes! It’s such a huge turn on!Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Just as my mind started to wonder I heard the sound of his truck pulling up and my heart raced with newfound vigor as I grew unbearably horny almost unable to contain myself or sit still. His foot steps steadily approached and I hear the door unlock as he enters and walks past me without a word. Knowing better than to move or even look at him till ordered as I listen to his footsteps walk to the kitchen soon followed by the sound of the fridge opening and closing. As I hear him walking to the living room presumably to his favorite chair I hear a bottle being opened. My pussy surges and my heart raced, if he’s having a beer as soon as he gets home that means it was a really bad day and I’m in for a hell of a rough dicking. The last time this happened he made me bounce my ass on his beer bottle while he throat fucked me. I would not be disappointed if that happened again! Plus it’s a sure sign of watersports, beer goes right through him and he loves to have me squat outside or in the tub while he pisses all over me!

After kneeling another couple of minutes of him intentionally making me wait he finally speaks “crawl over here and kneel, slut!”

My pussy actively leaking down my thighs I crawl, keeping my eyes aimed at the floor till I see his worn leather boots. I kneel and excitedly wait for the next command. After another couple of sips from his beer he commands “Pull out my cock and suck it like the whore you are!”

“Yes Master” is my only reply as with shaky hands I undo his pants and pull out his glorious cock. Knowing he doesn’t want me to go slow I swallow it down with abandon, taking it to the base and sucking like my life depended on it. (Gotta love low gag reflexes) I was in extasy, bobbing my head as fast and as hard as I could, not bothering to hide my gaging or moans as I tried to suck the cum straight from his balls.

Suddenly I feel a sharp tug of my hair as he pulls my head off of him and slaps me, using my hair to violently turn my head towards our bedroom “What the fuck is this you dumb cunt!?” He demands.

Looking at the bedroom door I see Crash standing there looking at us, “FUCK” I thought.

I got so distracted by my other preparations that to forgot to put him outside!!!

“I know you’re a dumb slut, but I thought our VERY simple rules would be easy enough for even you to follow! He whips my head back towards him and another slap stings the other side of my face before he pushes my head back to his cock. He begins using my hair as a handle to roughly throat fuck me, my pussy absolutely gushing.

After a little while he yanks me by the hair back and stands up. With his hand still painfully pulling my hair back he begins pumping his cock aimed at my face. Large spurts of cum jet out of his beautiful dick, spraying me all over my face and mixing with the drool and tears already ruining my make-up. With his slowly deflating cock in hand he pulls my face in and drags his member all over my face spreading the mixture of fluids all over me. The pungent musk of his cum overtaking my sences he shoves his dick in my mouth, releasing my hair and “suck” is all he needs to say and I begin to clean him. The delicious taste of his cum and the chemical flavor of my running makeup mix as I clean him with abandon.

“Well slut” he forcefully says “since you can’t seem to follow basic instructions it looks like I’ll have to punish you. Crawl over to the toy room and bring back a tray with a syringe of lube, the blue plug, the spreader bar and wrist chain, a ball gag, the paddle, the chain flog and the funnel”. With that he sits back down and starts drinking his beer hard and fast.

Not sure why he wants the funnel but not about to question his orders I crawl to the room on wobbly legs, my cunt a drooling mess and my nipples as hard as diamonds I don’t remember the last time I was this overpoweringly horny. Once I get to the room but remembering he never gave me permission to stand, I crawl around on the rubber floor grabbing the silver tray and working to gather the items. Filling a large syringe with lube and placing it next to the rest of the tools of my punishment I go to grab the last two things. The paddle and chain flogger. I grab the paddle but as I’m reaching for the flogger made with small chains in place of the normal leather I pause. I hate this thing, it stings like a motherfucker which is a huge turn on. But a devious idea crosses my mind. I instead grab my favorite riding crop, he knows I hate the flogger and if I bring him back the crop he will know I did it on purpose so he’ll have to punish me. But by me doing something so brazen he will know I want it to be harsh and that I want to push my limits again.

With a last mischievous grin I lower my body down so I can set the tray on my back and crawl back to my Master for punishment. I nearly came just from the thought!

I crawl over till I’m again and looking at those worn black leather boots I chance a look up at him. His eyes scanning the contents neatly placed out on the tray I can tell when he spots the crop and after a brief moment a look of understanding comes over his face. He pulls the tray from my back and sets it on the floor next to me as he once again gets a form grip on my hair and forced my face into the plush rug. Letting go of my head he violently pulls my arms behind my back and locks them together with the chain before connecting the spreader bar and forcully spreading my legs painfully wide.