He was always an office boy, but today he was labouring with his friend, in the sunshine all day. His pale complexion I knew would lead to him being burned, and I suspected he’d come back moaning about how he ached. Perhaps - I’ll dress up for him, for when he gets home. He messages that he’ll be home at 4.15 and it’s 3.30 now.
So I go up and change, fishnet tights, the yellow dress he craves me in so much, I apply my red lipstick… bright red, I know he loves it. Never before, since we’ve been together, has he come home from hard endurance work. So perhaps I’ll set up to give him a massage on the bed too. A towel, and some oils by the bed, I light a couple of scented candles and pull the thick curtains to block out the sun.
Hearing his car pull into the drive, I rush to the kitchen to act nonchalant. In he comes, he’s filthy, but not burned and his smile beaming. He stinks of dirt and sweat, god he’s sexy! “Hello Smutty, how’s your day been?” He closes the gap between us and kisses me deeply, passionately, pulling me close. I can taste the filth on him. Breaking away, his grim dirt covered face, now with lipstick smeared all over it. I was about to answer his earlier question, then he kisses me again, and whispers, “I need a shower, will you join me?”. God I love showering with him, “yes, of course!” One more lingering kiss as his hands run over my body, grasping my bottom, pulling me tight, I can feel the yellow dress has had the desired effect, his cock is hard, feeling him pressed against me.
We break and he turns, bounding away and up the stairs, a trail of filthy clothes behind him. He’s so messy sometimes but I love seeing his naked bottom as he runs. I get to the top of the stairs, and he appears from the bedroom, naked and begins kissing me again, fuck I’m wet and needy for him, he then turns me around sweeping my hair to one side kissing my neck, and pulling the dress over my head, I’m now virtually naked but so comfortable with him, his lips working down my back as he pulls my cheeks apart before pushing hia face between. His tongue in my bottom, fuck I’m wet, his fingers now at my clit, he’s rubbing just as I like it. Our bodies
now so in tune, slow methodical… gosh I feel myself gasp! I lean forward, arms on the wall, legs wider, hearing him growl and grunt with pleasure. I can feel how needy I am. then I feel the cold glass teasing my pussy, the fucker has gotten my dildo, oh god, he pushes it in and begins quickly drawing it in and out rubbing my g spot, god he’s been home 2 minutes and he’s going to make me cum, I feel the orgasm building inside me, his tongue still rimming me, as he works the toy in my pussy, my legs begin to shake, my hands gripping the door frame as I feel I’m about to cum, and then he stops..
“Not yet, but now you’re dirty it’s lucky your going to join me in the shower” fuck, I was so close, I could delay joining him in the shower and just cum on the bed, that would teach him, so I say “I’ll be in in a moment start without me”, he disappears and I hear the water running. I slip through to the bedroom, and remove the fishnets, picking up my now well used wand (my favourite!) I lay on the bed and listen to him singing in the shower. Gosh he’s terrible at singing! I click the switch on the wand, buzzing immediately… I sense my orgasm is still close.
I lie on my back, and hitch my knees up, the wand in place, I’m trying to be as quiet as possible but groaning and moaning with pleasure. Fuck here it comes, I close my eyes, just thinking of his sweaty muscles, god fuck, I’m going to… The wand stops. I open my eyes, he stands over me, a knowing look in his eye, “tut tut Smutty….. now you can wait for me with you gag in, on your knees in the bathroom, there’s a good girl”.
I can tell he’s not angry but amused, I love being able to help him wash anyway so I don’t really care. following him to the bathroom, I assume the position and with my head up and trained on him - he washes before me. I’m eager to assist, but not this time… his cock is still hard but he washes without asking me to help before grabbing a towel off the towel rack, covering himself and stepping out, water dripping sporadically on me.
“I’m off to get changed, on the mirror I want lines, in your lipstick, 10 of them ‘I must not cum without Filthy Ryan’ . Do I make myself clear?” I make the meekest of murmurs, my drool is now hanging to reach my chest and breasts, I pick up my maroon lipstick and begin to write the first line. It looks neat enough, about to begin the second, he returns to the room, “make them alternate colours Smutty… don’t want this too easy so you, you must not forget the importance of what you’re writing.” Fuck him! I write the whole lot in the maroon and assume the position of bending over the low sink for inspection.
He returns, fuck he’s being slow, his passion now under control. Oh no this means he has a plan for me… he stands close by and whispers in my ear, “the brat is very naughty this evening, and how to tame a brat??” My body quivers uncontrollably for a moment, then he picks up my hair brush, and puts down the glass dildo next to me in full vision. I feel the soft rubber anal beads, the first one is easy but they get harder to take with each one, he’s clearly put lube on them as they slide in with ease. Then a pause… a long pause. I look up and see his eyes staring at mine, he whispers “I love you smutty..” right as the first strike lands on my right arse cheek! God it stings, but feels so very good…
I try to whimper the word ‘one’ but with the gag in it's just a muffled moan and then a further cascade of drool. A loud thump as the brush lands again, it was unexpected as I wasn’t looking in the mirror, so I let out a sharp yelp, I attempt to say the word two, but again just muffle. That one was much harder than the first, and then a third, fuck he’s annoyed, ha ha, but god I love it. I intentionally don’t count and that is met by him grabbing my hair, and as he pulls it back, he runs the brush over my nipple, “you’re testing me this evening Smutty, I like it…” I feel his cock between my thighs, my pussy aches for him I begin to push back, needy for him hoping he’ll relent.
He doesn’t, pulling himself away, my bottom now poking out, “stand still” he says firmly. Oh no, I know what’s to come… Mercilessly he lands 3 strikes with the brush on my left buttock before landing heavy strikes on alternating sides of my bottom. God they sting! They’re very heavy, I can’t help but give a stifled, muffled shriek with each strike. My breasts are soaked with my drool, and then I see him, hand next to me reaching for the glass dildo. Oh fuck! I know he’ll be merciless, but I also know I’m going to endure and enjoy.
My bottom is burning, and he tells me to look up. I look into the mirror through my writing through the singular colour. Am I regretting my decision to taunt him? No I’m not, I feel him teasing my pussy with The Glass dildo once more my legs begin to push a little wider . I know my pussy is open waiting for him to push it in momentarily. I lose track of where the glass dildo is I catch glimpse of him that smile on his face and then crack as the hairbrush crashes against my bottom once more 2,3,4,5 times!
He leans forward and whispers in my ear “Your bottom looks very red and very sore smutty” then, gosh the ice feels incredible in his hand running gently, almost softly, feather caressing over my burning bum. I see him disappear from you behind me. I think he’s down on his knees and he kisses and caresses the pain away. He’s so gentle sometimes - mixing that vicious violence, with such delicate softness. He eases my bottom wider and enters me, this time his tongue inside my pussy licking as his nose pushes into my bottom where the beads are still nestled tightly.
It feels amazing and then, I feel the Glass dildo pushed in as well - his thumb around slow circles over my clit. Fuck! I’m gonna cum, I’m moaning and groaning… the noise still stifled through the gag and then just as violently as the spanks, he tears the dildo free. I’m left on the edge desperate, so desperate to cum.
He leans close to my ear, eyes fixed on mine, and whispers, “not yet my slutty Princess, you’ve not earned it quite yet… now go and lie on the bed!!” I obediently follow his order, lying on my side of the bed, on my back, drool still soaking on me. I can feel as it’s drying it’s almost sticky on my chest, lipstick has smudged everywhere too - but I’m so wet and turned on right now. I could just quickly cum and face the consequences….
Too late! He leans against the door frame, “you know you’re fucking gorgeous, I love that yellow dress you were wearing for me” he moves towards me and gestures that I move to the middle of the bed. He has a red ribbon in his hand, lifting my head from the bed and releasing the gag, but then he ties the ribbon around my eyes. I can now speak, but he’s deprived me of sight, damn I’m hot for him right now. I feel him put on Velcro cuffs on each wrist, and the hitch up each leg, so each wrist is attached to the ankle, my legs in the air. I feel so exposed, and I sense him close, whispering, “so you want to cum using the wand do you…” then the ominous buzzing of the wand before its on my clit. Damn he knows exactly where to put it. Then I feel the glass dildo enter my pussy, god I’m going to cum, quickly, I can feel it. My body writhing, squirming, but hands and feet in the cuffs - I’m helpless. All I can do is let out a gutteral scream as my orgasm tears through me, but he won’t stop. Leaving the wand in place, he begins to pull the beads from my arse, god it feels so good. I squirt, I cannot see him, but i can smell him, and feel his warm body.
Knowing the enjoyment that will be on his face as I struggle with the overload on my senses. The wand isn't pushed as hard against my clit for a moment, I think my ordeal maybe over. At that point I feel his cock, easing into my arse, the pressure on the wand is back, and I feel him stretch my arsehole as he pushes inside me. God he feels huge, and he’s rough, hard pounding lifting my legs higher, my feet on his chest, the wand on my clit, again a groan of pleasure and I feel myself squirting, but he doesn’t stop oh fuck it’s becoming too much! But he understands my body and understands me - immediately I feel the wand taken away and the brightness of the evening as he removes the blindfold. He allows both wrists to be free in super quick time as well, I blink at him, his face and chest dripping from where I squirted moments ago, his cock still deep inside my arse. He whispers, “are you ok my Princess??” I blink, fuck, I love this man. His animalism, his discipline, the way he knows what I want and how to treat me - but also how gentle he is how he knows my body, and my mental needs. He begins to slide his cock in and out slowly almost apologetic, I begin to shift and force my arse further onto his shaft legs still up in the air and I feel myself cum, at the same time as he cums inside me.
We catch our breath and softly he pulls his cock clear and comes to lie next to me, holding me in his arms legs intertwined and my head on his chest. This is the perfect welcome home - who needs flowers when you can be manhandled in this manner! He then whispers, “I need another shower Smutty, care to join me?” I look up into his green eyes, and he throws me a playful wink and kisses my forehead. I'm completely content and I won’t let him out of my grasp for now, our shower can wait…. |
