My idol for all things hot and heady... hehe! I just have to use kitty cat. X-D
Okay, this is getting hotter than expected. *swipes sweat on forehead* I'm going to burn in hell for this.
His Wicked Wife
Copyright © 2011 All rights reserved
Part Two
WARNING : Contains sexual graphic material so if you are under 18, I will say it again, get the f*ck out of here. I meant it! ;-D
Keira closed the door to her husband's home office and turned around to face her prey. As she saw him, he was definitely at ease, leaning on the edge on her husband's mahogany table, crossing his arms over his chest with a smirk on his lips.
"Well, Mr. Boss Man, I'm all yours," she said to him, getting in character.
Stanton eyed Ruby with extreme maliciousness in his eyes. In his head, he was imagining all sorts of things he could do to Ruby, his secretary. He was making a mental checklist; one of those he liked to do was to lay her on the table and screw her senseless, down to hilt of his meatstick.
Christ! Thinking about it made his dick twitching with anticipation.
"Come here," Stanton ordered, doing the 'come hither' hand motion.
Kiera complied without hesitation as she sauntered towards him, slowly and seductively. She made it a point to swish her hips side to side, and when she was in front of him, she jutted her hips to the side and planted her hands on it.
"What's the agenda for today?" she asked, smirking at him.
Stanton let out a wolfish grin. "I heard you have been a very, very, very bad secretary," he said to her then he grabbed the sides of her hips with both of his hands and pulled her to him.
Kiera gasped, making Stanton chuckle from the reaction. "For that, I'm going to punish you," he said to her then his hands traveled to her firm as$ and squeezed it tight.
Kiera giggled. "Oh," she said. "Should I be scared?"
He nodded. "You should be, and if you disobey, you will be severely punished," he told her and his hands went to dug something out from his pocket. When he felt that soft fabric, he grinned and fished it out, showing it to her.
Kiera frowned. "What's that for?" she asked.
"I'm the boss, remember?" he asked her and she nodded. "So shut the f*ck up and don't ask questions."
'Oooh, this is good. I like a man who takes control,' Kiera thought wickedly.
Stanton removed her geeky glasses, brought the cloth up to her face and wrapped it around her eyes. He turned her around and bounded the cloth together tightly.
"There," he said, turning her around to face him. "Now, for your punishment."
Kiera's kitty was already wet, her juices flowing like a freaking faucet. One of the things that turned her on immensely was teasing her, the kinky way. If being blindfolded had already made her kitty cat wet, then, she didn't know what to do next.
"What's my punishment then?" she asked.
With a grin, Stanton grabbed her arm and they switch positions so she was now leaning on the edge on the table on her butt, she was facing the other way, her back facing him. He pressed his full body length on her, his arms went around to her breast, squeezing it gently.
Kiera let out a soft moan.
Stanton leaned into her ear and whispered, "I only have one rule," he began as he continued to massage her breast.
"And what would that be?" she asked breathlessly.
"No touching," he said. "That'll be your punishment. I'll be the only one to touch you so just enjoy the sensation. Are we clear?"
'Come on! No touching?!' Kiera thought incredulously. First she was blind folded and now, no touching?! That's totally unfair, but she had to admit, this was extremely sizzling like a freaking hot tamale!
"Are we clear?" Stanton asked her again.
"Yes," she conceded.
Stanton knew that it was torture not being able to touch, but it adds an extra kick into the whole kinkiness level. Sure, he was being evil, but he couldn't help it. He was an adventurous man and he needed to ante up his game.
Stanton nipped Kiera's earlobe with his teeth while the hand that was on her breast went to the middle of her as$ cheeks, sliding it up and down. And then, he lifted her skirt, exposing her lacy black thong, gripped it, his middle finger pressing to her wet kitty cat, making her gasp.
"You're already wet," Stanton said, drawing small circles to her wet core. "I'm sure those juices down there taste good, yeah?"
"Oh my..." Kiera moaned, loving the sensation of his touch.
"You like that?"
Kiera could only nod. This was pure torture for her. He wanted to touch him; she was on the verge of begging but damn it! She was loving what he did. She had done a lot of things when it came to $ex, but not being allowed to touch was new.
And she liked it.
Stanton removed her skirt slowly, feeling her skin as he went along. He was kneeling now and her exposed as$ was in front of him.
"Bend your body a bit," he ordered and he noticed that she was gripping the edge of the table for dear life, her breathing ragged.
Kiera complied with his command and moved her as$ backward, so now she was bent over.
"Like this?" she asked.
"Excellent," Stanton appraised. "I'll give you raise for following orders," he said, chuckling with what he said.
"Why, thank you..." Kiera responded with mirth.
Kneeling, Stanton hooked both sides of her thong and slid it all the way down the floor. The glorious sight of her glistening kitty was scrumptious, so with that, he moved his face forward and dig in, his tongue swirling around like it was candy.
"Oh god!" Kiera moaned. 'He's killing me here,' she thought. She felt his tongue lapping into her folds and it was driving her mad as a mad hatter.
As Stanton drank in her juices, his hand went to her cl!t and drew small circles to intensify the heady sensation.
"Oh yeah... Ah, sh!t..." she moaned a bit loud this time. She knew she had neighbors, but who the f*ck cares!
Stanton had another idea so he drew his tongue back then stood up. He whirled her around, swiped the table clear, lifted her up and sat her down it.
He leaned close to her face and with that, he kissed her, expertly parting her lips and drove his tongue inside her mouth. It was hot, heavy, scorching and a motherf*cking son of a b!tch of a kiss and he could tell that she liked it for she responded back with the same intensity.
As Stanton pulled back, he said to her huskily, still breathless from the kiss:
"Lean back and spread your legs for me," he murmured into her lips.
She nodded, moved backward, propped her arms for support and lifted her legs, spreading it wide, placing her feet on the table.
"Good girl," Stanton appraised as he eyed her glistening kitty cat.
He was as eager as a kid in a candy store and he was nowhere done with her yet. With that, he went down on her and latched his tongue on her cl!t while his pointer finger slid inside her folds, moving in and out slowly and leisurely.
Kiera was going crazy; she wanted so bad to touch him, to ravage him all over, but she couldn't do it because of this damn punishment. Her head was reeling, her head spinning out of control. For a fact she couldn't see shit through the blindfold, she wanted to see what he was doing, at how he was licking her off like a lollipop.
"Please..." Kiera pleaded in a whimper.
Stanton looked up, his finger still inside of her, moving in and out. "Please what?" he asked, knowing that she was already on the begging stage.
"I can't take it anymore," she implored.
Chuckling, he ignored her request and went down again, licking the spot near her hole while his fingers did all the work, but this time, he inserted his middle finger then followed by the ring finger. His tongue work up to her cl!t again and latched it on his mouth then sucked the life out of it.
"Oh my god..." Kiera moaned. "Please, just do it now!"
It was definitely pure hellish torture.
With one last thrust of his finger, he stood up, grabbed her hips and slid her to the ground. She was still wearing the blouse and it was an obstruction, so with a growl, he ripped her blouse, the buttons popping off in the process. He wasn't satisfied that she wasn't fully naked so he unclasped her bra and threw it to the ground.
She was now only in her red "f*ck me" shoes. Nice.
As Kiera stood there, blindfolded, and, well, she could tell she was naked as she was stripped rather roughly; she was hot, ready and waiting to be ravaged. At this point, all she wanted was to be f*cked the living daylights out of her, and she wanted it now.
"You're killing me here..." she whined.
Stanton chuckled. The woman was so dang impatient, but what the hell! He removed his suit in haste and he too was now naked, his manstick ready to lock and load. He thoughtfully brought a condom with him. It was better safe and sorry, so he tore off the package, slid it in and with that, he whirled her around, her back facing him.
"Now, bend over," he murmured into her ear.
Nodding, she placed both of her hands on the table for support and bent over. "Just f*cking do it already!" she growled.
Stanton gripped his stiff meatstick, gripped her as$ with his free hand and rubbed the tip up and down on her wet kitty cat. "How much do you need it?" he asked.
Did he just asked her that question? Of course she needed it and he was prolonging the agony. If he doesn't stick the f*cking d!ck in her, she was going to take over and she didn't give a f*ck if she was punished severely.
She just wanted it, now!
"I want it very bad," she breathed.
"Say it again," he commanded her.
"Damn it! I want it very bad!" she growled.
Smirking, Stanton slid his stiff manstick into her and he gasped at the tightness of it. "Christ," he moaned, throwing his head back. "You're so tight."
Kiera gulped as she felt how huge he was, but as they say, the bigger the better. She moved her ass backward to fully slid his c0ck in her, down to the hilt and that made him groan as she felt him gripped his ass tightly.
"God, you feel so good..." he moaned and then, he started to move in and out of her. He worked on a rhythm and it was easier since she was freaking wet and the movement was fluid.
"Oh god," Kiera moaned. "Oh god!"
"You like that, huh?" he asked, still moving into her.
She nodded. "Yeah... ah sh!t!"
Stanton bent towards her, his hands went around to her breast and massage it with his hands. When he touched her round globes, they were perky and stiff and as he continued to massage her supple breast, his thrusting became faster and harder.
"I want you to scream my name," he breathed into her ear.
"J-J-Jared," she stammered as she was brought to another world with the sensation of it all.
"I said scream my name and this time, louder," he growled, now pounding into her as the skin to skin contact emanated a slapping sound. He removed his hands from her breast and went to her cl!t and rubbed circles around it.
And this time, she definitely screamed.
"Jared!" she screamed and that made Stanton grin
"Very good, very good," he said to her and at this point, he was almost close to cumming. The sensation of her tight kitty made his c0ck want to explode, but he reign it in for it wasn't time yet.
"I wanna cum. I wanna cum..." Kiera wailed, gripping the edge of the table for dear life as Stanton pounded into her. She was almost there and the build up was emerging out of her, wanting a release.
"Almost there, almost there baby," he moaned then stood erect and gripped both her ass cheeks. He thrusted hard and fast, the sensation fueled the release to be let out before you know it, both of them screamed out in pleasure and they both cummed together.
He was breathing hard, spent as he pulled out his c0ck from her. He removed the condom out of it and threw it to the trash.
Now wait a dang minute, would her husband think it strange that there was a condom on the trash?
He shrugged. Not his problem, so he left it as that.
"Damn," was all Kiera could say. Her legs felt like jello. She was on the brink of collapsing so she removed her blindfold, turned around slowly and sat on the edge of the table.
"What do you think you are doing?" he asked her, quirking his eyebrows.
"Uh, resting...?" she said to him with a question.
Stanton smirked. "Who said that we are done?"
'Oh good lord,' Kiera thought.
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"Honey, I'm home!" Bryant yelled out the moment he stepped inside the house.
Kiera was in the kitchen, making dinner; so she wiped her hand with a dish cloth and headed towards the front door.
As Bryant saw his wife, he smiled at her for her beauty took his breath away. For the whole day, all he was thinking about was his lovely wife and the cliffhanger they did before he left. All day he was thinking about her naked body in their bed and that had his buddy harden five times today.
"How was work?" she asked and wound her arms around his neck and hugged him.
"Same old, same old," he said and hugged her tight. "So, want to skip dinner and head for dessert?" he said suggestively.
"You horn dog you," she said to him.
He chuckled, low and deep and slapped her as$, making her gasp from the action. "Now come on," he said and then, lifted her up and slung her on his shoulders. "Let's go get some dessert."
"Bryant, put me down!" she squealed, pounding into his back. Though today's escapade had her spent, she had a duty to her husband and she wanted to make him happy.
After all, she was his wicked wife.
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Thanks for reading! I hope you horn dogs like this and as I said before, I am going to burn in hell for writing this. Boofhead, hope you like this and again, good luck with tapping your husband's shoulder.
See ya later aligator! ;-D And practice safe sex and god, wear a freaking condom!