He isn’t supposed to be home for another hour or so. The house gets so hot when she’s cleaning and cooking, so she removes her sweatpants and T-shirt for now. She wants to make sure everything is ready for him when he gets home. Her hair is swinging in a high pony lightly grazing her back and her small lace bralette. Her boy short panties are tight and squeeze her perfect round ass. Small dew drops drip down her body as she dances around the house, picking up the house for him. Her pussy clenches as she thinks of him. “What will he do with her today?”
She finishes earlier than she thought. Dinner is ready on the stove, the table is set, the house and floors are clean. She decides on a glass of wine and a nice book to relax. She still has time to change before he gets home.
She lays out on the couch, pulls her knees to her chest with her ankles crossed, and turns to the page she left off, sipping some sweet wine out of the glass. A little wine dribbles out and lands on her breast. The bead of sweet juice rolls down to her nipple and she squirms slightly imaging his tongue grazing her breasts. Just the thought of him gets her juices flowing.
He’s driving home from work. It’s been a long day and he can’t wait to see her. He needs some release. He left early because he couldn’t take one more second at work. His cock twitches just thinking of her in her sweats and T-shirt. He pulls up the driveway and starts walking toward the door. He reaches toward the knob but it’s locked. That’s odd…she usually leaves it open for him. He fumbles with his keys to unlock the door, and before he gets it open he hears a slight moan. He freezes and his cock automatically twitches with excitement. He slowly and quietly opens the door and hears her moan again. He steps into the house and sees her bare legs stretched out on the couch. From this angle, he can only see her legs and hear her moans but it’s enough for his body to react.
He unbuckles his belt and removes his shirt at the door and takes a few steps closer to get a better view. There she is, sprawled on the couch. One leg hanging over the back and the other bent on the cushion. Her hand is down her tight boy short panties and he can hear a slight buzzing. He just watches her. She’s glorious. One breast is pulled out from a lace bralette while her other hand is twisting and pulling at her nipple. Her eyes are closed and her head is arched back in pure ecstasy. His hand is in his pants now, rubbing his rock hard and still growing cock. Watching her and her not knowing is a huge turn-on. She knows the rules. She’s not supposed to masturbate without him and here she is caught red-handed. Still, he hopes he can watch her orgasm. Just as he thinks that, another moan slips through her lips.
She’s holding the vibrator to her clit and twisting her nipple between her fingers. She feels free being home alone and pleasing herself but she can’t get him out of her mind. How she wishes it was him on her nipple. That it was him pleasing her clit. The thought of him sucking on her clit sends her over the edge. She’s panting and dripping and thrashing and moaning. She looks beautiful. Her legs stop shaking and she removes the vibratory from her panties. She keeps her eyes closed for a couple more minutes and basks in the glow of her orgasm. It shouldn’t be much longer now before he’s home. She opens her eyes to check the time and sees him standing at the end of the couch. She gasps and sits up frantically trying to pull herself together.
He has been stroking his cock watching her orgasm explode. Some precum leaks out of him and he pulls himself out of his boxers. He watches as her legs stop shaking and knows it won’t be long now before she sees him. He steps closer to the couch, slowly stroking his cock. He can’t wait to have her, to punish her. Her eyes open and a look of panic crosses her face. He grins as she sits up and pulls her legs to her chest, her breast still hanging out of her bra. He steps over to her and pulls her legs back down, making her sit straight up on the couch. She looks up at him and has lust and fear in her eyes. He grabs her throat gently to make sure she can’t look away from him.
“Bad girl” he says, one hand still wrapped around his throbbing cock.
“S…sorry” she sputters out.
She wants to look away but knows it will only lead to a worse punishment. He pulls her to the edge of the couch and removes his hand from her throat. He stands straight up releasing his cock inches from her mouth.
“Suck,” he says.
She grins and wraps her warm mouth around his cock. She swirls her tongue around his head and then slowly begins bobbing from his tip to his base. Her hands resting on her knees. He reaches down and grabs her ponytail. He pulls her hair down making her look up at him and giving him easier access to her throat. She slows down anticipating his next move. He slowly and deeply pushes his cock into her throat. Her eyes immediately water but she doesn’t dare take them off him. He pulls back out and then pushes deeply into her throat again. Then he starts a rhythm of throat fucking her beautiful face. Tears and mascara streaming from her eyes while gagging on his cock. Her one tit bouncing out her bra.
He reaches down and grabs her breast to pull it out of her bra and her tits begin slapping together as his balls slap her throat. He knows he won’t last much longer but she needs to be punished. He thrusts in her mouth again deep and holds his cock there. Feeling the back of her throat. She gags and splutters and he releases her head and his cock from her throat.
“Stand,” he tells her. She’s panting and scrambling to her feet. He replaces her spot on the couch, sitting in a large wet spot made from her juices. He grabs her hips and turns her away from him and rips her panties off her exposing her perfectly round ass. He leans over, spreads her cheeks, and kisses her round budhole. He sits back up and unclasps her bra letting it fall to the floor. He pulls her to him and bends her over his lap.
“You are to count to five with me. Do you understand?” he tells her.
She twitches with anticipation. “Yes, sir.” She can feel his cock pressed against her stomach.
He rubs her right cheek and then slaps down hard. “One,” they say together. He moves to the left cheek again rubbing and then slams his hand down, leaving red hand marks across her perfect ass. “Two.” Again and she yelps. Again. Her pussy is dripping and he can’t wait to feel her. He slaps his hand square on her ass for the last punishing spank. “Five.” He grabs her ponytail and pulls her head up to him and kisses her hard. Then stands up with her hair still in his hands and throws her over the arm of the couch.
“Good girl,” he says as he spreads her cheeks and sees her glistening pussy.
Without a second of hesitation, he thrusts his cock into her making her scream and moan. He grabs her hips and fucks her pussy hard as he admires her red ass bouncing against him. He pulls on her ponytail arching her back and relentlessly fucks her until she’s screaming out in pleasure. He can’t hold himself together much longer. He pulls her hair harder and brings her to a standing position. He wraps his hand around her throat as she lifts her leg onto the couch. He pumps into her a few more times while choking her and holding her against him. He releases stream after stream of thick cum into her dripping pussy and releases her to fall back over the arm of the couch.
She slumps over trying to catch her breath and he admires her cunt and watches as his and her juices flow out her lips and down her legs. He pulls up his boxers and pants and picks her up. He cradled her against him as they sat on the couch basking in the glow of their combined orgasms.
