This post was originally posted on my old blog, but I thought I would reshare it here in case you never read it.
A nice man in the store-issued red vest measured it out for us. One foot, two, three.
“How many feet do you want again?” he asked, a snake coiling in a pile at his feet as he measured for the gigantic spindle.
“Twenty please,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant.
They were for jump ropes for our kids if anyone asked, but no one did. Either no one cared that we were purchasing large amounts of rope or everyone knew exactly what that rope was for. Were my flushed cheeks giving away my secret? Did they see his hand resting on the small of my back, just above my too-short skirt? I felt like every glance of a passing customer said, I know you’re not wearing any underwear, Rori.
The worker wound the rope into a neat bundle and handed it to Cash. After paying, I carried it to the car, feeling the weight of the bag in my hands. I was excited. I was nervous. I wanted to be home now and I wanted to avoid it at the same time.
“Put the rope in the bedroom,” Cash said as we walked in the front door. I did as I was told, lingering for a few minutes. Was he going to follow me? Was he going to transform these jump ropes into beautiful lattice work and coils around my body?
But when I walked back out into the living room, he was sitting on the couch watching TV. I circled into the crook of his arm and he ran his hand up and down my body. With every moment, my mind screamed, Now? How about now? NOW???
He yawned and stretched. It was getting late, and we had a big day planned for the next day, starting bright and early. I was crestfallen. There would be no time for playing tonight. I turned off the lights and followed him into the bedroom, sad and relieved at the same time.
The rope was still there on the bed.
“On your hands and knees, slut.”
Cash pulled his shirt off and I sank to the floor, suddenly aware of just how short my skirt really was. I looked up and he had a riding crop in his hand.
“You’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
*smack* My ass was suddenly on fire with the first crack of the riding crop.
“Louder.”
“I’m YOURS!”
“That’s better.” He took the neatly wound rope out of the plastic bad and set it on my back.
“You want me to tie you up and fuck you like a slut, don’t you?” he asked, an evil smile in his voice.
“Yes, please. Please tie me up.”
“Mmm, you’re sure a good little slut. But do you think you’ve earned that? I think I want you to serve me in another way first.” His cock was out in his hand and he was stroking it slowly. “Come show me with your mouth how much you love my cock.”
He gripped the base in one hand and I crawled across the floor to him, all but licking my lips.
“You’re a cock-hungry slut, aren’t you”
“Yes. You know I am.” He grabbed a handful of my hair, keeping himself just out of reach of my longing mouth.
“Who’s cock-hungry slut are you?”
“Maybe you should remind me.” I smirked up at him.
“Open wide, tongue out. Do not move.”
I obliged and he slapped his cock against my tongue gently, not allowing me to suck or lick him. I looked up at him and we locked eyes as he rubbed his cock against my tongue.
“Why should I let you suck my cock, hm?” he asked, a smile in his eyes. “You don’t really deserve it.”
“Yes I do!” His cock brushed against my lips as I spoke. I wanted him down my throat, mouth fucking me hard. I wanted to taste his fleshy head, his hard shaft, his salty precum.
“Tell me how badly you want my cock.”
“I guess I want it.”
He slapped my face, gently. “Tell the truth, bratty girl, or we’re going to bed. How badly do you want my cock?”
“So badly. I fucking love your cock. I feel most complete when your cock is in me. Please, my pussy is so wet for you. Please let me suck your cock.”
“Mmm, I love it when you beg, you little slut.” His cock moved across my face as he leaned toward me.
“Please.” I pouted up at him, eyes big. “Please can I suck your cock?”
“Yes. Suck it. I want you to worship it, slut. I want you to prove to me that you deserve it.”
The words had barely left his lips and I had him in my mouth, deepthroating in one fell swoop. He filled my mouth completely, and I had to hold back from gagging as his cock tickled the back of my throat. He groaned deeply and I sucked hard, burying my nose against him for a second before my gag reflex took over. I pulled back, saliva covering his cock and dripping down my chin.
He grabbed my hair again and pulled me toward him. I ran my lips up and down his cock, licking and kissing the shaft and flicking the head of his cock with my tongue. I moaned, feeling my pussy juices beginning to drip; I was embarrassingly wet for him. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and used my tongue to probe around the tiny hole.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned, barely above a whisper, and I bobbed my head slowly up and down the shaft, my mouth wide open so his cock slid up and down my tongue, hitting the back of my throat with every bob of my head.
He began to pump into me and I closed my lips around his shaft. I stopped bobbing my head and allowed him to thrust harder and harder. He pulled out of my mouth, his cock wet and throbbing.
“God, you’re suck a good little cock-sucking slut.”
He pushed me on the bed and I leaned up on a pile of pillows level with his cock again.
“I love your cock. I dream about your cock. I’m so lucky that you let me taste you,” I gasped before pulling him into my mouth again. He began to thrust harder and harder, making me gag to beautifully as he fucked my face.
“You want my cum? You want it down your throat you fucking slut?”
All I could do was moan in response as he fucked my face hard and fast. His body shuddered and he pressed into me, spurt after spurt of hot cum spraying down my throat. I swallowed and there was more. He came and came and came and I loved it.
“Don’t you dare waste a drop of it,” he said, finishing and pulling out of my mouth slowly. He collapsed on the bed.
I swallowed the last bit and smiled. “I wouldn’t dream of it. I love your cum.”
I snuggled next to him, my head on his chest, and he put his arm around me as I lazily rubbed his balls and softening cock.
“That feels nice,” he said sleepily. “You’re such a good slut, my angel. Tomorrow when we have more time, I’m going to tie a harness on your beautiful body, and you’re going to make that rope look so fucking hot.”
He kissed my forehead, and we fell asleep like that, my hand on his cock and his arm cradling me.
Which is a perfect way to wake up in the middle of the night…
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