1. My sex deprived new husband


    Date: 10/12/2017, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Authoritarian, BDSM, Oral Sex / Blowjob, BDSM, Consensual Sex, Discipline, Domination / Submission, Male Domination, Straight Sex, Spanking, Wife / MILF, Author: Dark hooded stranger, Source: sexstories.com

    He was coming home from work soon and he was raging. It was from hormones and longer hours at his job and the fact we hadn't fucked in weeks. I was insanely tight and horny, and had been trying to get him horny enough to fuck almost every single night but he had been at work for so much longer, he was tired and long, rough sex wasn't really possible. One day I couldn't take it anymore. I knew what he liked though, and I checked the time. I had two hours until he came home. If I didn't make dinner. Forget food. I wanted his meat. I picked his favorite outfit that he liked on me – barely anything, lace red and black. I was so horny it hurt, my crotch was sore and itchy and I felt it running through my legs and up my bloodstream. I was in the middle of changing into some lingerie when he came home early. Of all the days for him to come home early, it was today. I had planned on preparing the room but now, forget it. i knew it was going to rough but i didn't care. I slid into the lace right when he came in and he just stared at me. His eyes moved all over my short, five foot figure. I wanted him so bad and he knew it. I was ready to seduce him under my gaze. I started moving towards him, but I didn't have to. He ran at me and forcefully started kissing me and biting my lips. I dug my hands around his dark red shirt wanting it off. Instead he shoved my hands off his body and held them behind my own. His grip hurt. But I wanted more than just his touch. His hands pushed me against ... the bed, holding me there. He was reminding me that he was in control. He was my daddy. My ruler, I was under his control. I was his slut, his slave and we liked it that way. He dug his hands into my flesh and controlled my every movement. He bent me backwards and dragged his tongue over me he reached my clit and simply breathed on it, no physical touch at all. I squirmed and he smiled. He knew how badly i wanted it. He knew how horribly he was teasing me. His grip got tighter around my wrists, his nails digging in. He spun me around into the nearest wall with a crash. He pushed me into the brick wall, my perky, 34 D breasts hurt from the impact. He lifted my bubble ass and toyed with my tight clit just with his little finger. I tried to get on him and he pulled back, “Wait, baby,” he whispered, “you'll need to earn it.” I was starting to shake. I wanted him inside me so bad. I spun around and pushed my head over his shaft faster and faster until I felt him growing wider. His meat bulging and growing firmer. He grabbed my hair and controlled my mouth, face-fucking me until I gaged. “Did I say you could stop? No. No gagging,” he barked at me, his little sex toy, his little slave, his concubine. I couldn't take it anymore teasing. i leaned back on the bed and spread my legs into a perfect straddle. “Please, daddy, i need you so bad,” i was almost crying. I needed him. Every vein and inch of his girth and his length. I reached down to feel myself but he yanked me off and against ...
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