My Wife the Princess Whore - Sex Stories

My Wife the Princess Whore

... about work?" "I quit my job today." "You quit?" "Yeah. I'm now your full time fuck toy." And that was perhaps when I realized that this was really happening in a way that I had not up until then, fully appreciated. "You've been home all day?" I asked. She nodded. "Naked?" She nodded. "Making myself beautiful for you." "Did the mailman see you?" It was an odd question. But I was beside myself. I didn't know what to say. "I don't think so." She answered. "Although, our mailman is a woman." She stepped up to me and placed her hands on my chest. "If you want, tomorrow I can expose myself to her." She slid her hands down into my pants, grabbing my quickly growing cock. "I can lick her. And you can taste her on my lips when I get home." This was bolder and naughtier than anything Paige had ever said before in her life. I was sure of that. "But you've never been with a woman before." I said. "I'm a quick learner." She said, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants and pulling out my cock, now hard and thick. "So teach me whatever you want tonight." I put my hand on her head and slowly pushed her to her knees. I have to admit, I was gentle and timid at first. After all this was still Paige, my sweet wife. It seemed odd to treat her like some kind of porn star. She ran her tongue from the bottom of my shaft up to the top. Then she slid my throbbing member between her lips. She was good at giving blow jobs. But this one, like all of them, was mellow and sensual. This wasn't exactly a wild ...

... fuck toy blow job. She pulled her face away from my cock. A few strands of saliva stretched between the two. She looked up at me through desirous eyes. "Skull fuck me." And what else could I do? What would you do? I grabbed a handful of her hair, behind her head and thrust my cock deep into her throat. She gagged. Saliva poured from the corners of her lips. I relented and she pulled off, lots of spit, now stretching between my cock and her lips. "Harder!" She said. So I did it again, this time thrusting a few times into her throat. Her body wretched, gagging more. I pulled back again. She panted before me, on her knees, spittle dripping from her mouth. She looked up. "Stop going so easy on me. Treat me like the slut you… I slapped her. Her mouth dropped. She wasn't expecting it. To be honest, neither was I. But something was growing inside me that I couldn't control. "Stop giving orders" I said calmly. "Yes sir." She answered. Her eyes were filled with total desire, complete submission. I was in control. "Good. Now beg me to fuck your ass." "Oh god yes" She said, "Please sir. Please fuck my ass." "No." "Please, please sir. If I don't have a cock in my ass, I'm barely a slut. And if I'm not a slut, you won't approve. Please sir, you have to." I smacked her again. I couldn't believe what I was doing. "Don't tell me what I have to do." She lowered her head. "You're right. Of course, you're right sir. I humbly ask you. Please make me an anal slut." I grabbed her and swung her ...