C. L. Osborne

Just a little something to help you sleep. 😉

He came home to the smell of something roasting in the oven. But there was no sound. Normally the sounds of screaming kids or loud clattering soared through the house. Tonight, it was hallow. Coming around the corner into the kitchen, he found the crockpot on the oven, something had been brewing all day. Understanding the significance, he went to the laundry room adjacent to the kitchen. His soft leather pants were lying across the cabinet with her weapon of choice.

He knew this had been coming for some time. She had been hinting at it and her demeanor was subtly changing to be more subservient and amiable. The fact that he understood this and gave her what she needed made him feel abusive, but she consistently assured him that it was what she needed to feel fulfilled in her sex life. After years of playing this role with her, he knew what she wanted from him. She needed him to dominate her and make her feel owned and cherished.

He slid the well worn leather across his legs and zipped it up. The button had been removed after the third use. He grabbed the crop and sauntered down the hall to their bedroom. She was naked, prone on the floor. Legs curled underneath her body, arms stretched out in front of her body so she is lying flat across her own lap, waiting for him. “Hey baby” by Deadmau5 playing quietly in the background, Melleny Brown moaning loudly over the techno beat. He softly caressed the crop down her spin as he went to the drawer next to the closet. He grabbed the handcuffs and blindfold, then grabbed her by her hair and dragged her to her feet. She never made eye contact, which was the part that killed him, but it was all a part of her role.

He took her to the closet and found the light already dimmed and the clothes shifted for just this. He never quite understood how she knew what he would do to her because he always changed it up, but she was nevertheless prepared. He draped the cuffs over the rack and left the blind fold hanging from the open cuff. When he turned to face her, she was on her knees staring up into his eyes; begging, no pleading, with her eyes and licking her lips. She wanted his cock in her mouth. Seeing her knelt, wanting him, turned him on like nothing else, even with the tiny voice in the back of his head whispering, this is wrong.

He waltzed in front of her and rubbed his cock through the pants, letting her watch as he grew double in size. The once snug fit was beginning to squeeze too tight, but the friction felt nice. When her hands began to twitch, he relented and sprung himself free. His thick erection filled his hand and always overly filled her mouth. He loved watching her suck him off. He didn’t let her have it right away though. He squeezed and pumped up and down on himself for a little while, forcing her to watch, but not touch. Her mouth hung open, wanting his dick in her mouth, wanting the taste of his cum on her lips. The bead of precum formed and he stuck it  as deep in her throat as she could take him.

Her mouth automatically closed and began sucking. Her eyes closed as she savor his taste. Springing open, her eyes asked if she could touch him. So he leaned back just slightly and her hands roamed up his thighs and cupped his firm ass and his hips swayed back and forth, fucking her mouth.

When he was about to cum, he wrenched his throbbing cock out of her mouth and pulled her up again and hauled her to the waiting cuffs. He blinded her and then cuffed her to the rack. He spread her legs and turned her away from him. He took the crop and softly began to spank her. First one cheek, then the next, and every once and a while, directly between her legs where her pussy steadily got wetter. His slaps began to sharpen and sting her skin, turning her alibaster ass a bright cherry red. Her moans began to escalate and she was meeting the swats with her own movements. His cock was straining toward her, as if it knew where her wet pussy stood.

He dropped the crop and went back to the drawer. Clutching some plastic pieces, he walked quietly back into the room where he had left her panting. He caught her nipple in his mouth and sucked gently as his hand slid down her body to be met with a socked pussy. She rubbed herself against his fingers as he sucked harder. When her nipple was as tight as it as going to get, he let go of it and clamped it with a plastic clamp. He repeated the process while he fingered her slowly. When both clamps were snugly tightened, he stood, leaving her wanting.

He stepped behind her, pulling her legs closer together and quickly took her from behind. She was formed perfectly for him. She did exercises to keep herself tight for him and every single time was like the first. Even after  three kids, her pussy was perfect. He groaned against the back of her neck and pushed harder into her. She moaned. It was a noise distinctly hers. He had been with others, but only she could turn him on so much with the breathy sighs she made with his cock inside her.

He maneuvered her so that she was on her toes and holding onto the rack above her. He reached around her belly and pressed her clit with his thumb as he pumped into her again. She sighed and dropped her head back, wanting to press her ass into his cock more, but not being able to get enough purchase. He grabbed her hips and lifted her and started to slam himself into her, her moans came faster as he moved faster. He continued to press his thumb against her clit off and on, taking her to the edge of the precipice and dragging her back.

Just as he was about to explode, he yanked the clamps off and she screamed as her own orgasm ripped through her body, squeezing her walls down on his thick, slickened cock and he released himself inside her, feeling it go deep in her as he shoved himself as deeply as he could and she continued to press down on him. She wanted every single inch of him inside her, the greedy minx.

He released the cuffs and let her sag against him as he slowly rested them both on the floor. When his size reduced, he slipped out of her with a slight moan of his own and removed the blind fold. The techno was still playing in the background. He kissed her upturned lips, whispering,  “Welcome back beautiful.”

I hope you enjoyed my random piece of erotica. I hope you always feel free to leave a comment. As always, happy reading.