My husband Charlie is a good, kind man. Which is why I felt completely safe surprising him with one of his fantasies on our last anniversary.
I stumbled onto this particular fantasy accidentally, cleaning out some stuff from our garage. There was this old journal of his from college, the fantasy written in it over and over. I mean, certain details different, but the plot was always the same. Charlie is a great lover, but he can be guarded, worried at times I might think he’s a freak. But that’s impossible. As I read the journal, I knew what his anniversary present had to be.
He came home from work the other night, when we’d planned to celebrate. But instead of finding me zipping up my dress or fastening my earrings, he found me kneeling, naked, in front of the door waiting for him. A leash was around my neck. He stopped dead in his tracks, shutting the door self-consciously behind him.
I crawled to his feet and sat back on my knees. “Master, I love you so terribly. Please use me, and cover me in your cum?”
His breathing was so heavy; he was so nervous. He leaned down and kissed me and murmured, “Really?”
I answered: “I’m your little cum slut.”
Immediately he kissed me again, quite possessively, snapped up the leash and led me to our couch. He hoisted me onto the seat bent over, then pulled down his own pants and just pushed his cock right into my dripping pussy. He fucked me hard, spanking me. It felt wonderful to be used so freely by him. Then, I heard him groan, and suddenly loads of wet jizz spurted all over my ass. I wiggled around to catch all I could, then he took his hand and smeared it all over.
In the same position, I had to spread my legs so he could finger me until I came. Once I did, he was ready to go again. Jerking the leash, he pulled me off the couch and had me lie on my back on the floor. He knelt over my mouth, lowered his hard cock toward me, and ordered me to “Open wide, slut.” He pushed his cock so deep in my throat. I truly loved this; I’d never been pinned like this under the weight of him. His balls, his whole cock was just in my face. I sucked and sucked and soon, another groan. He shot a new thick spray of jizz all over my face and down my tits. I licked my lips and smiled at him.
By the end of the night, I was covered. My hair, arms, thighs, pussy. The biggest challenge was when he fucked my ass, came inside me and made me push all the jizz out on some newspapers. I was so afraid I’d make a bigger mess! But, then, what was there to be afraid of? As we soaked in the tub together afterwards, and he kissed my neck so sweetly, I knew there was nothing now, nothing, we couldn’t say or do with each other. That said, we both agreed: tomorrow he gets to try the leash, hee hee.
