Dinner and a Movie

Dinner and a Movie

The door softly clicked closed behind us as he laid me down gently in the tub. As he did I thought I heard faint moans coming from the bedroom, but I had no idea what it could be, so I forgot about it. My husband sat in the tub as well, his body pressed against me, his legs surrounding mine. As he leaned forward to turn on the water, he pressed his lips against the side of my neck and I shivered gently.

The warm water rushed over my pussy and legs. He poured some of my bubble bath into my lap and I watched the foam bubble up between my legs and diffuse about the tub. He pressed forward and I was forced to move forward as well until I felt myself pressed against the tub itself with the water pouring more directly over my pussy. He reached down and spread my pussy open, exposing my clit to the onslaught of warm water. I blushed and moaned loudly and I rubbed against him. He didn’t move at all, only moved his unoccupied hand to my breast and began to torture my nipple again, tugging and rolling it between his fingers. Already I felt a throbbing heat building in my pussy and the hand on my breast wasn’t making things much easier. His hand continued to move on my breast and I feel my pussy pulsing gently with my heartbeat as my clitty stretched longingly towards the soothing water. I trembled and whimpered softly against the flood of pleasure coursing over my body. His tongue flicked over my ear softly and his hand moved faster on my nipples. “But you love this kitten, I know you do. I see you with your legs spread wide just begging me to fuck you when you play with yourself this way when you want my attention. I’m here now; show me how badly you want it.” He pinched my nipple roughly and I gasped and bucked my hips, sloshing water over the sides of the tub. The fingers from one hand were rolling my nipple now and gently grazing over my clit, sending shocks of pleasure along my spine and clouding my vision as I panted and cried out. He nuzzled and licked at my shoulder and deftly increased the flow of water and I couldn’t help the scream that was soon echoing around the bathroom, or the shudder that shook me to the very core as I felt myself teetering on the edge of another explosive orgasm. His tongue and teeth were on my ear and I heard him pant softly, “Say it, tell me how badly you want my cock inside you. Tell me. Say it my sexy little slut.” I felt small shocks exploding in my clit and my pussy throbbed sympathetically as I managed to stutter a soft, “Fuck me, please.” He pinched my nipple harder and I felt the pleasure surge and collect in my pussy again as my orgasm began to throb with urgency. “I want to feel your hard cock inside of me, fucking my tight pussy, I want to be your little slut, Master.”
The water shut off just seconds away from my orgasm, my pussy was still throbbing longingly as he pressed closer to me, his now evident arousal pressing against the small of my back. Now both of his hands were sliding over my body, smearing the bubbles over any available skin, fingers sliding along my pussy and gently probing my ass. I continued to tremble and moan softly as his hands slid along my back and shoulders. I reached behind me and grasped his cock softly. His moan sounded softly in my ear and suddenly his hands were around my hips, lifting me up. He released the water from the tub and turned on the shower.
I found myself pressed uncomfortably against the cool tile, as my hips were jerked backwards to keep my pussy exposed. The water from the shower slid warmly down my back and dripped down my thighs and I opened my legs wider. I felt him probing me gently with his cock, it slid along my thighs and dipped between my pussy lips before he grabbed my shoulders and forced himself in. I gasped and wriggled in response as I felt myself adjust. He quickly developed a quick, rough, pace of slamming in and out of my pussy. The sloppy sounds of our fucking was louder than the hiss of the shower and could be heard even over my pants and wails of pleasure. It wasn’t long before I felt that same heat building up in my pussy and I began driving myself back onto his throbbing cock as well. His soft moans sounded softly in my ear and I felt his cock swell inside of me as he bit and sucked roughly on the side of my neck. When his hands worked their way to my front and began squeezing and pinching my nipples, I couldn’t help the flood of my juice that trickled down my thighs or the rhythmic spasming and throbbing of my pussy around him. He rocked forward and buried his cock deeply inside of me as I felt the warm spurts of his cum begin to fill me up.

The hiss of the shower stopped and I felt him pull out of me and slip his arms around me. He drew me against his chest and lifted me out of the tub. He softly and slowly began drying me off, pulling me very close to his chest and sliding the towel over my ass every so often. His cock was still semi erect and it pressed against my stomach as he began rubbing lotion into my back and thighs. I felt myself pressing against him in return, and I began licking at the side of his neck. He didn’t continue much longer and lifted me up and carried me back into the bedroom. I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He dropped me onto the bed, but I just tightened my legs around him. He pressed his lips to my neck and moaned softly. He reached for the remote and turned up the volume of the tv. I heard his familiar though strained voice, “Suck a little harder, love.” I felt my cheeks flare up as I turned to look at the tv. There I was, kneeling in front my husband, with my mouth full of his cock. I watched the picture shake gently with the tremors of his hand and I listened to my muffled moans and the loud slurps that accompanied my actions. There was a soft pop as I drew him out of my mouth, and his soft moans turned to pants as my tongue darted over the glistening tip of his arousal. His hand came into the picture as he tapped his cock against my lips softly and began sliding it over my cheeks.
“Close your eyes, love”, I did. My tongue hung out as he rubbed his cock slowly over it, drops of his pre cum slowly appearing in the wake of his movements. I felt a shiver pass through my body as I watched the cum spurt from his cock as his moans grew louder and the camera shook fiercely.

“Do you see?” He pressed against me and his tongue darted about my ear, “You love this. You need it so badly, love. You need to be tied up and fucked, over and over, because you never get enough cock, you can never cum enough.”

I felt my back arch slightly as I moaned softly in response. My eyes were drawn to the tv again and I gasped softly when I saw the next scene of this makeshift movie.

He had handcuffed me to the bed, but not before dressing me in my maid outfit. The top was incredibly low cut, black, and sheer with little ruffles on the arms, my nipples were very clear against the material. On the bottom it was a deep black, which wasn’t see through, it had a white apron, and white ruffles puffing the skirt out. I wasn’t wearing panties. My legs were bound together and I saw his lips and tongue working on my exposed clit. I saw myself and heard myself struggling against the handcuffs and panting in pleasure. My face was flushed and I was bucking against his tongue, begging softly. He untied my legs and forced them apart and drove his cock into me with no warning. He gripped my hips and drove himself deeply into my sopping wet pussy over and over. There was just the wet slapping sound, but also the loud sucking sound as he withdrew and slammed into me again. I listened to my hoarse cries as I thrashed and screamed in pleasure. He jerked my top down and suckled contentedly on one puckered nipple as he pinched the other roughly as he continued to slam into me. I cried out and arched my back as I trembled with my orgasm and I watched his hips speed up and listened to his cry as he shook with orgasm.

He slid his tongue along my neck and whispered, “I’m here now, tell me what you want. Exactly what you want, kitten.”

He began nibbling on the side of my neck and I gasped softly.

“Touch me, please” He pressed his warm lips to mine, “Where, my little slut?”
I blushed deeply and I avoided his eyes, “My pussy.”

His hands immediately set to work, prying the lips open and rubbing along my slit. He pinched and rubbed my clit as he slid a finger into my and I shivered. “Use your tongue.”

He paused and kissed along my body before nuzzling and lapping softly at my pussy lips. He poked and prodded me with his tongue, sliding it along my slit and finally wrapping his lips around my clit, moaning around it. I slid my fingers into his hair and I bucked my hips against his lips. His tongue flicked slowly over the very tip of my clit and I trembled and cried out softly. His fingers drilled inside of me again and I felt a gush of warmth trickle from my pussy as I writhed on the bed. Cool shocks of pleasure raced up my spine as he dragged his teeth lightly over my clit and his fingers spread wide inside of me. I let out a low groan and my hips thrust forward and up of their own accord as he began pressing two fingers into my ass. I was still a bit sore from earlier, but I still wanted it. I held my legs open wider and I blushed with embarrassment as he grinned at me and began suckling contentedly on my clit again as he slowly thrust and spread his fingers in my ass and pussy. I was shaking, and felt myself tense up with my impending orgasm. The fingers in my pussy were suddenly gone, and his lips moved from my clit to my inner thighs as he pressed warm wet kisses along them. I felt his warm tongue flicking out to taste my skin every so often, and it bumped along the finger tips that were holding my legs open. His hair tickled my skin softly as he nuzzled and kissed along my thighs happily. The fingers in my ass didn’t stop, they were still pumping away creating a rather empty feeling in my tense pussy that was aching for attention. His tongue changed course and moved up again, just barely hovering over my clit before continuing up my stomach. It swirled around my navel and dipped into it briefly, I trembled a bit and let out a soft sigh as he continued up. His warm lips were pressing kisses onto my chest that soon ended up over my breasts until his mouth finally devoured one of my nipples, sucking it happily into his warm mouth. My remaining nipple was being pinched none too gently between his available thumb and forefinger. My tv counterpart continued to moan and cry out in pleasure.

He grunted softly as if it required a great deal of strength to rub his incredibly stiff cock against my clit. I bucked my hips roughly and I whined softly in the back of my throat. The fingers in my ass finally stilled and slid out of me, I couldn’t help the soft whimper of loss I muttered, or the soft gasp as my husband flipped us over. I was on top of him now, and his lips eagerly sought mine and I moaned into our kiss. After a moment or so, I felt him begin to pull away. It wasn’t until I was face to face with his cock that I realized he was pulling himself into a sitting position. I managed a few soft licks until he yanked me up by my arms and deposited me into his lap. His lips found mine again, and I was momentarily distracted by the feel of his tongue gliding over mine that I didn’t notice his cock gingerly probing the entrance to my pussy until he gripped my hips tightly and drove me down onto his cock. An excited moan bubbled up in my throat as he rocked my hips happily and began thrusting into me as well. I felt a familiar blossoming heat and tensing up in my pussy as his tongue and lips migrated to my throat. His cock seemed to swell and throb in time with my pussy’s gentle twitching. His pace didn’t slacken, and he seemed to shove me down harder on his still thrusting cock as his own orgasm got closer. By then I was screaming and panting his name into his ear as my hands slid over his shoulder blades. His breath seemed to catch in his throat as he began to moan as well, now pausing every now and again to grind his pelvic bone against my clit. I shook with pleasure and I began biting his earlobe softly and moaning into it, “I love how you fuck me, I love it when you fuck me.” His hands left my waist and grabbed my breasts quite happily and he began squeezing and massaging them as his cock drilled into me much faster than before. And I couldn’t hold it in any longer, I gave an involuntary shudder as my whole body tensed up as if in anticipation of the surge of pleasure that rushed through my pussy all at once, making it grip my husband’s cock so tightly that I could almost feel his pulse throbbing against my pussy’s walls. He had stopped his movements; I screamed and bit his shoulder in pleasure. The spasms slowly came to a stop, as did the flow of my juices running out of my pussy. There was a gush of liquid heat from his cock, and then he too began to relax.

As my husband slid back down to a lying position on the bed, he dragged me down too, drawing the covers over us. His lips pressed against my forehead, but I barely stirred, the lure of sleep was very strong after our night together. He took my hand into his gently, “Happy anniversary, love.” I smiled and lifted my head from his chest long enough for him to press his lips to mine in a gentle kiss, “Happy anniversary, Master.” I heard his soft chuckle from above me as we settled down, his fingers gently roving through my hair and down my neck soothingly although, I couldn’t contain the small spark of excitement in the pit of my stomach as I thought about our next anniversary.