I put on my teeny tiny skin tight black shorts to go to the shops with my man.
(A little background might be needed here: the above mentioned item is probably the most talked about piece of clothing when fucking each other!)
He clocks my ass with appreciation as I walk past, but then immediately raises his eyebrows and then furrows them slightly.
“You are not going out with those on!” (Ooh just like a strict daddy!)
“Yes I am!” I say determinedly. It’s hot for once in this rainy climate and I know I look ok.
“Those are for bedroom use only!” he says sternly. (Ooh again!) I bat my eyelashes and nearly know I’m going to get my own way…
“Just this once! I won’t do it again!”
He mutters something about Lara Croft as I skip gaily down the stairs.
Well I don’t have Lara’s breasts – but I was wearing a push up bra and I’ve been very physically active lately – so feeling toned and strong and of course my ass – is it’s usual voluptuous self – so maybe I could be an action girl for the next half hour or so…
Anyway, that night – I’m not really expecting anything to happen as we fucked the two previous nights and needed to catch up on sleep… In fact I’d even begun to drift off.
But then I feel a firm hand playing with my ass cheeks and a whisper in my ear:
“Where’s the condom?” My immediate answer is to get said condom. His urgency in fucking quickly makes me eager for his big hard cock, which I can just about make out in the darkness.
I widen my legs and hold my wet lips open to let him in. He feels just too sweet inside of me. His fist presses against my ribs and then the idea of punishment makes my pussy flush with heat.
“Are you punishing me for wearing those shorts outside?”
“Yes I am!” he whispers as he pounds hard into me. I feel so deliciously naughty and take my dues like the very bad girl that I am.
He squeezes my throat, he warns me with the flat of his hand on my cheek – but he doesn’t slap my face – he doesn’t need to – his hard cock, his body pressing down on mine and some fingers pinching my nipple gently and sometimes not so gently – tell me who’s in control.
It all too soon sends me over the edge… and again… and again…and again…