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Dropknee

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"Where's your husband?", he asked, nervously looking around the bedroom.
"Why? Do you want to fuck him too?", she replied with sarcastic indifference.
"No", he shot back with embarrassment. Looking her squarely in the eye with a rush of galvanized machismo, he continued as he pulled her body to him, "I'm here to fuck you."

He was a tall, slender man with a graceful sexuality that suggested the confidence of someone experienced with handling women. His hands slid around her body and searched out the curves of her boundaries while his fingers sought out the zippers and fasteners that bound her in. His kiss was brief, not lingering, and he immediately created space between them to increase his visual field as he attempted to accelerate their progress toward nudity and the requisite foreplay of cock worship and then gratuitous gifting of his manhood to her.

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes in boredom during his carefully metered coordination of actions and suggestions. She considered how smooth he must seem with other women and felt a tremendous sense of pity for those other women. He was no more imaginative and unique than the menu of a chinese restaurant and no less predictable to her but this was the price that had to be paid if she wanted a dildo with a red flow instead of a battery. While she let him continue with his game, she thought she heard a sound escaping from the closet and listened attentively for further noises. After a few moments, she accepted that it was just a momentary distraction and returned to her immediate trophy. Grabbing his waistband, she pulled his hips toward her and began unbuckling his belt. The trousers slipped down almost as quickly as his resistance and she followed by placing a warm hand on the growing bulge in his underwear.

"Very nice", she cooed while he smiled back at her with the kind of stupid smile that only men who feel a generalized sense of entitlement can have. She was disgusted with him already but he provided the type of sexual entertainment she was looking for. The 'normal' men who think blow jobs in cars and anal sex are the height of kinky in their permisteral lives were always the easiest to seduce and the most judgmental afterwards. They brought out a completely different kind of sadistic satisfaction in her. She began masturbating him through his pants until he was in full glory before her. He was able to achieve a full erection without any hesitancy and it was beginning to have the hard hunger of a lion in her hands. She knew by the controlled urgency with which he was trying to lead her into any kind of sexual release that he wasn't thinking past his own penis and he would be another one that wouldn't last five minutes inside the tight confines of her cunt. Knowing this, she continued stroking and teasing his cock until it was a mad, throbbing baton bobbing in time to the invisible marching band that led the red flow into the dead end route of his member.
"Oh god...", he barely whispered in pleasure as his head rocked back slightly. His hands reached up for her hair to pull her head down to his cock and she allowed him the luxury of imagining her mouth on it while she hovered over the exposed head for a moment.

When the hovering became hesitancy, he pushed her hair out of her face to read it. She smiled brightly up at him and stood back up to her full height. "One sec", she said firmly and left the room to retrieve something. She returned a moment later and handed him a small, empty paper cup.
"This is for you. Here's the rule in my house. You know and I know that you aren't going to last five strokes inside me and since this is probably going to be the case, I am not going to waste my time or a condom trying to have sex with you. You can cum in the cup right now or you can leave. If you cum in the cup and you can get it up a second time, then we can have sex. Okay?"

He looked at her in horror and more than a little disbelief and she returned his gaze with the flat, bored affect of someone who was asking for something as normal as passing the bread basket at dinner. She held the cup out to him assertively, challenging him to make a decision while giving him a patient smile and waited.
"You are fucking weird, you know that?", he said.
"Not weird. Kinky. You want to play or not?", she offered.
"Is there anything else "kinky" I should know about?", he asked suspiciously as he weighed how badly he wanted to test drive her Cougar prowess.
"Nope. This is it.", she said. "House rules. Take it or leave it."
"Fine. Can I at least get a blow job?", he asked, defeated.
"Not if you ask like that," she replied. "Better get started. My husband IS going to come home at some point today, you know."
He took the cup from her hands and began in earnest to try and comply with her house rules.
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His erection began failing him under the sudden and undesirable pressure to perform for her. They never like it when the yardstick of performance and s******* is trotted out to measure them by. The most recalcitrant ones were always the ones whose only ability to have sex with a woman at all subconsciously rested on presentation to his ego and the cock worship that came from her desperate desire for his acceptance and emotional charity. They were the ones who always lost their erections in a frustrated, angry frenzy and then blamed her for it as they tried to salvage their manhood from her nonplussed amusement. She had learned long before she began playing this game how to pick the ones who were the least likely to become violent in their frustration and how to mollycoddle the ones who seemed the most volatile. After all, frightened naturals were dumb naturals and they had to be handled with care, especially when they were larger and more physically powerful than you were.

But this wasn't about destroying male sexual pride to amuse herself as much as it was about sorting through desirable and undesirable candidates. She only wanted the ones who were submissive enough to respond well to her preliminary game. They didn't have to identify as submissive or even know what the word meant. They only needed to be submissive, for her. And they did need to stay hard for more than five strokes. After all, anything less was nothing more than masturbation using her vagina and if it was only an act of masturbation for them, then so be it. She didn't have to get undressed for it nor did she need to be bored by it. Her bedroom had become a pornographic casting call and she was the director. What her eager porn stars did not know was that their audience was also a silent witness and participant in their audition. She never told them because these were the same kinds of men that liked the idea that they were stealing some conjugal privilege from her husband by virtue of their own extraordinary looks, endowment or charm. Their vanity made them the perfect disposable sex toys.

With a slight grunt and a curse, he stood with his arm spasming in front of his body as he angrily dispensed his sperm into the little paper cup. He stood there motionless for a moment and then took a deep breath to recover before sheepishly looking around for a place to dispose of the cup. "In the bathroom", she said as she walked past him toward the closet, "you can wash up in there". He left the room and she opened the closet door slightly.

"If you were half a man, I wouldn't have to do this to you", she said coldly as she looked down at the bound figure on the floor. "I love you," she continued with her voice in a curious mixture of guilt and anger, "You know that, right?"
With his arms and legs bound together and tightly folding his body, he looked up at her with pleading, adoring eyes and raised his head to emphasize the words his ball gag refused to accommodate. Of course, she loved him, he thought. That's why he was here on the floor of the closet bound and gagged, knowing that he had access to the parts of her that no other man would ever know. Sex was easy for her and her fluency and command of the language of sex was almost criminal. It was love that was hard for her and she loved him like nothing else in her life. Of course he knew that she loved him. How could he not know when at the end of the night, every night, it was her heart and soul that she opened to him and only ever him.

The sound of the faucet water stopping caught her attention and she slowly closed the closet door, muffling the sound. He watched as the light became a narrow blade cutting across his body and then disappeared into the darkness that hid him from view. He sighed and adjusted his body as he tried to position himself for a better view through the slats of the louvered closet door.
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"So, umm. I am not sure what I should be doing next", he offered with a slight hint of embarrassment.
"Well," she replied, "You can either come get on the bed with me and we can spend some quality time together or you can leave. I don't really care which but you should know that if you decide to leave, you won't need to bother calling later. I'll call you."
"Well, I would rather not leave," he replied gently, "if you don't mind, that is."
"Not at all", she said and took his hand and pulled him onto the bed with her.

He couldn't see anything through the slats of the closet door because they were on the bed now. The sounds of the bed giving heavy sigh where their bodies moved across it was accompanied by the sounds of their mouths issuing wet sounds and moans anonymously into the room. He could feel his balls tighten like a clenched fist while his stomach balled into a knot of desire and jealousy. He wanted to escape his bindings and burst out of the closet to tear the intruder away from HIS woman, HIS love, HIS source of sexual joy but at the same time, the unique sounds of sexual pleasure that he was producing from her aroused his competitive natural passions and increased the red flow to his erection like a maddening injection of domineering desire that had to be restrained and harnessed. She suddenly made a familiar sound indicating that this new playtoy had found one of her secret spots and panic rushed through his veins like icy water. How could he have found it so quickly, he wondered and then strained to hear every small detail to try and determine what, in fact, was being done. Was it possible that this man could also find her other secret pleasures or worse, introduce her to things that he had not discovered himself yet? Sweat began beading on his forehead and on his palms as he bit down on the ball gag in furious resentment. The sounds on the bed were transforming into whispered commands and enthusiastic moans that found their way into the closet and beat him down pitilessly while hot tears welled behind his tightly closed eyes. He didn't want to play this game anymore. Not today. Not anymore. He couldn't take it. He was sorry and whatever it took, he would do it if she would just make this stop!

"Did you hear something?", he said, springing up to rest on his elbow.
"Nope," she replied with a look of innocent surprise. She knew that the sound was him demanding attention from the closet but she also knew that he wasn't triggering the device that they had set up as their "stop scene" cue. He was just being youngish, knowing that this would only encourage her to be even more mean in retaliation for almost creating a very awkward explanation if the closet door were opened without invitation. She played along and dutifully listened for further sounds that she knew would not be issuing from the closet again and then recaptured his attention.
"Come on," she said huskily, "running out of time. Get over here." and with that, began fucking her new playtoy with the enthusiasm of a bronco buster breaking in a new stallion.
"Alright little Mr.", she thought, "Keep this cuckolds brownie up and you are never going to have any peace with me." and she closed her eyes and opened her mouth to sing the most violent orgasm she had delighted in for weeks while her husband laid on the floor of the closet, feeling the scratchy fibers of the rug irritate the skin where hot tears had slipped away from his control and tickled down his face, making him more sensitive than he wanted to admit to.
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He could hear her say good-bye and shut the door in another room. He struggled with his binds, realizing how uncomfortable he actually was and wondered how much time had passed. She opened the closet door and he squinted up at her, impatiently using his body to signal that he needed to be released from his domestic primister. She kneeled down and pulled him from the closet by sliding him across the floor toward her, powerfully. The sheer amount of physical strength available to her in odd moments never ceased to surprise and arouse him. Rug fibers burned his skin as he traveled across them and he could feel the bindings bite into him where his body instinctively tried to lengthen in response to the new and slight change of position. She unfastened the binding that prevented him from opening his legs and arms away from his torso and allowed him to stretch to his full length. His wrists were still bound in front of him and it left him with no way to unfasten the ball gag.

She rolled him firmly on his side and removed the gag. Drool ran down his mouth uncontrollably and he tried desperately to catch most of it before it became too disgusting a display of bodily fluids for her. She reached down and took a large amount of the free saliva and wiped it off his cheek, only to wipe her saliva covered hand clean using his other cheek and mouth. She wiped her hand dry on his chest and then rolled him firmly on his back again. "Learn your lesmister yet?", she asked as she squatted over his head, facing his belly.
"Yes, Miss", he replied softly looking up at the soft wetness of her post-coitus sex and wondering if her new playtoy had cum inside her or if she had used a condom with him. His erection began stirring again at the thought of what she might make him do now that the distraction was gone.

She leaned forward and crouched over him now with her pussy and ass just forward of his face. She took one hand and gently began caressing his cock and balls as if considering whether to put them in her mouth or put them in bondage. His penis responded with the indiscriminate enthusiasm of a healthy penis at the prospect of any attention and immediately clamored for more of it from her. She continued to idly toy with it while mulling over her options. "You know" she said in orgasmic satisfaction, "I think that one is a keeper.". He winced at the comment and waited for her to continue but she kept her thoughts to herself as if they were too precious to share now.
"Why," he began and hesitated, "Why do you say that?". He didn't really want to know but not knowing was even worse. It wasn't fair after all. She wasn't supposed to like them so much. That's not what they were there for. A spike of jealousy needled into his heart like a poimister dart and he bit down hard on the raging inferno that was building around it.
"I don't know," she paused, "he's just... different.", she said with her voice trailing off in curious reminiscence. He turned his head to kiss the calf of her leg by the side of his head and tried not to think about the fact that his jealousy was now building into a dark storm of fear and anxiety. She had to hurt him before he did something bad, something stupid, something that would make her not love him anymore.
"I want to fuck," he fetishd out.
"Excuse me?!", came her shocked reply. This was not the husband she remembered marrying. She realized that something was wrong and it was obvious in the tone of his voice not his words.
"You heard me, I want to fuck. Now.", he commanded, almost convincingly. She struggled to not burst into a giggle of disbelief and amusement at the sound of it, reminding herself that there was something much more serious happening here. She backed up off of him and came to sit next to him, facing him.
"Do you understand that you are the one who is in trouble here?", she asked gravely.
"Whatever. We can fuck or I am going to go eat something but I am not laying here like this any longer." he shot back impudently, "You going to undo me or what?"
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She looked at him suspiciously as she tried to understand what was happening inside of him. She wanted to reassure him that no matter what he felt, she was still here with him and still loved him. She leaned over to kiss him but before her lips could connect with his, he sharply turned his head like a petulant 6 yr old. She instinctively began to rain gentle and unrelenting kisses down on his reluctant face and showered him with the love and adoration that he would try to fight off with argument if she tried to give it to him in words. "Baby," she said softly, wrapping her soft body around him protectively, "we don't ever have to do this again if you don't want to. Okay?". He fixed his gaze on the wall as if looking at her would unleash some kind of unholy influence on his thinking.
"I'm sorry." he said apologetically, "I don't know where that came from. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. You can punish me if you want."
"I'm not going to punish you, baby", she replied thoughtfully, "I think you are in enough pain. Do you want to talk about it or do you want to lay in bed with me and just be quiet?"
"Please. Bed.", he responded.
"Of course", she said and unfastened his restraints. "Let me change the sheets first, okay?"
"No, you don't have to.", he said as he pulled her into him next to the bed and buried his face in her breasts.
"I.." he started hesitantly, "I need you."
She wound her fingers tightly through the hair on the back of his head and pulled it back to look down at him and spoke passionately and softly to him. "Not as much as I need you, you wicked little monkey. I love you. Do you understand that? No one comes before you. Ever."
And before he could answer, she kissed him on the lips and this time he didn't turn away but returned to her like a wave returning to the ocean. He had no way of knowing what she had planned for him later when his emotional tears had dried and the memory of his infractions returned.

~the end.... for now.
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Your thoughts?
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sounds like something after one of our geet togeathers!
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very very good. I don't have the right words to tell you how good you did. ty
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