Straight Female / 40
I have this fantasy, where my husband comes home while I am cleaning house and I am wearing just a long tank top while I am vacuuming and he sneaks up behind me and scares me. After I realize its him, I turn off the machine and kiss him in forgiveness at my mock anger. He kisses me back, startling me again as he cups my exposed pussy in his left hand and roughly pinches the nipple of my left breast with his other hand while pressing is arm against my other breast, and moving it up, pressed hard against my body. I'm excited and lean in to his will. With his fingers, now pushed inside my wet slit, he leads me to our bed.
He pushes me down, a little roughly and smiles a fiendish smile. "Spread your legs, you little slut." He commands me, easily, knowing that I long for his direction and approval. I obey, keeping my eyes lowered. I think I know what to expect, his big hard cock that I worship, pushing deep into my pussy, but instead, he pulls my leg closer to the bed post and I feel a leather belt closing on my ankle. I'm watching him now, but he keeps his confident smile and pulls my other leg, opening my sex. " I said, open. I think you need some help keeping your legs spread, don't you?" I am nervous, but turned on, so I nod, meekly. This leg, he ties with silk. I recognize the tie...the only one he owns, that I've never seen him wear. Not my husband, he's just not that kind of man. I am sitting up in the bed, my legs spread and my wet pussy, desperately wanting my man's big cock.
He looks at me critically, and then takes my hand and kisses the palm as he pulls my left arm out, first, to the other bed post. I watch as he buckles another leather belt around me, restraining me almost completely. Instinctively, I reach with my free hand to touch my bindings, but he simply pushes me back onto the bed. I don't have time to untie myself now as he approaches me with a 4th restraint and binds my last free hand to the last bed post.
He seems pleased with the bindings, but I know he is testing them when he tickles me and I wiggle, trying to get away, laughing, and half-screaming as the ultra ticklish, likely, do. He follows up the test by thrusting his fingers inside of me 3 times and sliding them up, over my clit each time. I have closed my eyes, enjoying the thrill, but when his hands withdraw, and I open my eyes, I see him approaching with what appears to be more improvised binding. First, he gently ties a scarf of mine around my mouth, and then another around my eyes.
"You are my little slut, aren't you?" I nod. "Does this please you?" Yes!!!!, I want to scream. He starts to touch me, and I feel is calloused fingers stroking long lines, up and down my body, twisting my nipples, brushing by my clit. "I'm so happy with you, my little whore. You are such a good little slut. I almost want to let you suck my cock, would you like that?" I nod, eagerly and moan a little, thinking of his cum slidding down the back of my throat. "Good little whore. I want you to wat to please me. I'm not ready, yet, but I will come back for more, my nasty little whore.". With that, he walks our of room, closing, but not shutting the door behind him.
I hear nothing, for a short time, then knocking. Muffled conversation and the stereo gets turned on. I am aroused, thinking of the people in the next room. I hear beer glasses and shots and the relaxing of tones, first tense, then softening with drink.
I hear the door to my room open, and briefly, the voices are louder, then softer againcas the door closes. I feel fingers, gingerly touching my thigh, i tense and try to pull away as they then slowly, ever so gently, slipping between my legs..." My good little slut" he whispers and I relax, knowing it's my husband. "I want you to know, I am the only one who is going to touch you, now, but I also want you to know that there are others here who want to see you cum for me. Can you show them what a good slut you are for me?,". And, again I nod.
He pushes me down, a little roughly and smiles a fiendish smile. "Spread your legs, you little slut." He commands me, easily, knowing that I long for his direction and approval. I obey, keeping my eyes lowered. I think I know what to expect, his big hard cock that I worship, pushing deep into my pussy, but instead, he pulls my leg closer to the bed post and I feel a leather belt closing on my ankle. I'm watching him now, but he keeps his confident smile and pulls my other leg, opening my sex. " I said, open. I think you need some help keeping your legs spread, don't you?" I am nervous, but turned on, so I nod, meekly. This leg, he ties with silk. I recognize the tie...the only one he owns, that I've never seen him wear. Not my husband, he's just not that kind of man. I am sitting up in the bed, my legs spread and my wet pussy, desperately wanting my man's big cock.
He looks at me critically, and then takes my hand and kisses the palm as he pulls my left arm out, first, to the other bed post. I watch as he buckles another leather belt around me, restraining me almost completely. Instinctively, I reach with my free hand to touch my bindings, but he simply pushes me back onto the bed. I don't have time to untie myself now as he approaches me with a 4th restraint and binds my last free hand to the last bed post.
He seems pleased with the bindings, but I know he is testing them when he tickles me and I wiggle, trying to get away, laughing, and half-screaming as the ultra ticklish, likely, do. He follows up the test by thrusting his fingers inside of me 3 times and sliding them up, over my clit each time. I have closed my eyes, enjoying the thrill, but when his hands withdraw, and I open my eyes, I see him approaching with what appears to be more improvised binding. First, he gently ties a scarf of mine around my mouth, and then another around my eyes.
"You are my little slut, aren't you?" I nod. "Does this please you?" Yes!!!!, I want to scream. He starts to touch me, and I feel is calloused fingers stroking long lines, up and down my body, twisting my nipples, brushing by my clit. "I'm so happy with you, my little whore. You are such a good little slut. I almost want to let you suck my cock, would you like that?" I nod, eagerly and moan a little, thinking of his cum slidding down the back of my throat. "Good little whore. I want you to wat to please me. I'm not ready, yet, but I will come back for more, my nasty little whore.". With that, he walks our of room, closing, but not shutting the door behind him.
I hear nothing, for a short time, then knocking. Muffled conversation and the stereo gets turned on. I am aroused, thinking of the people in the next room. I hear beer glasses and shots and the relaxing of tones, first tense, then softening with drink.
I hear the door to my room open, and briefly, the voices are louder, then softer againcas the door closes. I feel fingers, gingerly touching my thigh, i tense and try to pull away as they then slowly, ever so gently, slipping between my legs..." My good little slut" he whispers and I relax, knowing it's my husband. "I want you to know, I am the only one who is going to touch you, now, but I also want you to know that there are others here who want to see you cum for me. Can you show them what a good slut you are for me?,". And, again I nod.
