“Yes sir,” she half stuttered, her breasts shaking as the washing machine shook.
I walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. I opened the vegetable drawer and pulled out the sack with the jalapeno peppers in it. I reached into the sack and pulled out one of the peppers. I thought for a fraction of a second and gripped the pepper in my left hand. I squeezed the pepper in between my fingers and crushed it. I rubbed my fingers on the outside of the pepper for a second and tossed it into the sink.
I walked back into the laundry room and stopped in front of Kelli. Her breasts shook as the machine wiggled from side to side.
“Did you move?” I asked.
“No sir, you told me to sit here with my legs spread,” she responded in a matter of fact tone.
‘That’s a good girl. And what do you do when I tell you to do something?” I asked.
“I do it,” she responded.
“Yes, baby girl. Yes, you do,” I stated.
“You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?” I asked.
She shook her head side to side frantically.
“No sir, never,” she said sharply.
“Ever?” I asked.
“No. Never,” she said.
“Okay,” I said as I knelt to the floor.
I positioned my head between her legs and licked her inner thigh. As my tongue worked toward her wet pussy, she moaned softly.
“You want me to lick your little pussy, baby girl?” I asked, looking up into her eyes.
She nodded repeatedly.
I moved my right hand to in between her legs. I pressed the palm of my left hand into the top of her right thigh. My tongue touched her pussy lips, she moaned loudly. I pulled my mouth from her pussy, and inserted my right index finger to the web of my hand.
“In and out,Kelli,” I said.
“In and out. In and out,” I repeated.
Each time I said in, I slid my finger all the way inside of her.
“In and out,” I said as I licked her clit with the tip of my tongue and worked my finger in and out.
I squeezed her right thigh with my left hand.
“You like it when I lick your clit, baby?” I looked up and asked.
“Oh…oh God yes,” she responded.
I leaned back and unzipped my pants. I unbuckled my belt and slid my pants to my feet. I kicked them beside the washer, which had since quit vibrating, and began filling with water. I reached up and turned the dial back to spin.
As the washing machine started to spin, it began to shake. Kelli began to moan. I reached down with my right hand and stroked my cock. Kelli leaned forward and stared as I stroked my cock.
“You like watching me stroke my cock, baby girl?” I asked.
“Uh huh…yes. Yes, sir,” she said softly, never lifting her eyes from my cock.
“Jump down off of there, Kelli,” I said.
She sprung to the floor immediately, and looked at me for instruction. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, obviously feeling aroused and anxious.
“You horny, baby girl?” I asked.
“Uh huh. Very. Uhhmm. Yes, sir,” she said, nodding her head.
“Get down on your knees, baby. Suck my big cock, I want you to gag on it like a good girl,” I said.
She immediately dropped to her knees and started licking the tip of my cock. She placed both her hands on her thighs and moved her mouth to meet the tip of my cock. She took half of it in her mouth, pressing the head to the roof of her mouth with her tongue. She slipped her mouth back along the shaft, and released my cock from her lips. As it fell from her mouth she moaned, licked her lips, and looked up into my eyes.
“I love sucking your cock,” she said as she looked up into my eyes.
She wiggled her legs back and forth, her hands positioned between her knee and her lower thigh. Her mouth open wide, she moved it to meet the tip of my cock. She growled and pressed her mouth hard against the shaft, taking it all the way down her throat. As the tip worked its way into her throat, her throat convulsed. She held it there, groaning and moaning. She batted her eyelashes, my cock still deep in her throat.
She raised her hands slowly from her knees, and grasped my ass in her hands, my cock still deep in her throat. As she squeezed my ass, she pressed herself harder against the shaft. Her bottom lip touched my ball as she extended her tongue.
“Okay, that’s it, stand up,” I demanded as I pulled my cock from her throat.
She smiled and coughed as my cock cleared her lips. She slowly stood in front of me. As she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, I placed my hands on her shoulders.
“Turn around, baby girl,” I said as I pushed her shoulder toward the washing machine, rotating her body to face the machine.
“Put your hands on top of the machine and do not move them. Understand?” I asked.
She nodded her head.
“Do you understand me?”
“Yes sir,” she responded.
“That’s better. Turn the dial to rinse. Put your big titties on the machine,” I demanded as I pushed on her back, forcing her to bend at the waist.
She bent down, turned the dial, and pressed her breasts to the machines surface. The machine quickly began to wobble. Using my foot, I spread her legs apart wider than her chosen stance. I gripped my cock in my right hand and stroked the shaft.
I guided my cock into her pussy and slowly pressed it into her all the way. As it slid inside, she moaned loudly.
“If you cum, I will slap the shit out of you,” I barked.
She shook her head side to side.
“No sir. Sorry. No sir,” she said apologetically.
I gathered her hair in my right hand and worked my way to the base of her skull. Gripping her hair tightly, I began to fuck her deep and slow.
“Count, Kelli, count the strokes. Every one of them,” I said.
“Sir?” she asked.
“Count God damn it. You can still count, right? Seventy-seven. I know you can count that high. Count my fucking strokes,” I said in a stern tone.
“Yes sir,” she said.
I pulled her hair, arching her back and slid my cock inside of her until my hips are against her ass. I held it there. She said nothing. I pulled her hair sharply.
“Oh, uhhmm. One,” she said.
I slid my cock back slowly and pressed it back inside until my hips pressed her round ass.
“Two.”
I repeated the stroke.
“Three.”
I slowly slid my cock all the way out of her wet pussy and stepped back, admiring her ass and pussy. I moved closer to her and guided my cock back inside of her. Slowly, I slid it inside.
“Four.”
I held it in place and took a deep breath. She moaned.
“Don’t you dare,” I said.
And I began to fuck her as hard and as fast as I could.
“Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine, Ten. Ten. Eleven. Oh fuck. Thirteen.”
“Please?” she asked.
“No. Not yet,” I responded.
She bent her knees and straightened them back to standing. My cock slammed in and out of her soaking wet pussy. It sounded like I was slapping her ass with my hands.
“Oh, God Erik. Uhhmm. Fifteen. Oh. Fuck.”
“Now? Can I cum?”
“No.”
I pulled her hair. She arched her back more. The washing machine wobbled furiously.
“Press your fucking titties to the washer and count, damn it,” I growled through clenched teeth.
“Seventeen. Eighteen. Oh God. God. I’m going…I’m gonna…”
“You better not say cum,” I reminded her in a stern tone.
I slowed my pace of fucking her.
“Twenty. Twenty-one….oh fuck. Oh fuck,” she squealed.
She bent and straightened her knees.
“Now? Can I…”
“Goddamnit, No!”
I slid my cock from inside her pussy. Using my left hand, I rea
ched down and wiped my index finger against her pussy. It was soaking wet. I took my now wet finger and slid it up the crack of her ass. As I guided my cock back into her pussy, I slowly slid my left index finger into her ass.
Slowly, I slid my finger in and out of her ass. She began to moan. I then slid my cock deep inside of her. And I held it there.
“Count,” I demanded.
“Uhhmm. Oh. Twenty-five. Yeah, twenty-five,” she said.
I began to slowly work my cock and finger in and out of her pussy and ass at the same time. As I did, she counted.
“Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one,” she bit her lower lip and mumbled as she spoke.
“Oh God, uhhmm. Now?” she begged.
“No, that’s it. Don’t ask again.”
“Sir?”
“You heard me,” I responded.
I continued to fuck her slowly.
“Oh God. Oh…my..Uhhmm. Oh my. Uhhmm. Thirty-two. Oh God,” she shook her head.
“Hot. Hot. Uhhmm, thirty. Hot…it’s hot,” she started to turn around.
“Tits on the washer, and count,” I demanded as I pulled her hair harder.
“Oh. Uhhmm, Oh fuck. God. Uhhmm thirty something, Oh God,” she mumbled as I sped up my pace.
“Fuck it Kelli, cum. Cum. Just fucking cum,” I shouted as I began to fuck her faster.
I pounded my cock in and out of her pussy. My finger worked in and out of her ass as I fucked her. As I fucked her ass and wet pussy, I tightened my strain on her hair.
“Oh God…Oh God Erik,” she squeaked.
I fucked her harder.
The washing machine wobbled.
I pulled her hair, forcing myself deeper into her as I did. I felt my cock begin to swell. I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Oh god. I’m going to…” she squeaked.
“Do it,” I demanded.
I worked my cock and finger in and out of her pussy and ass. She bent and straightened her legs a few times and stood up straight, locking her knees.
My breathing quickened. My cock felt as if it were going to explode. I pushed my finger into her ass deep.
As I erupted inside of her, she screamed and bent her knees. I slowly slid my finger out of her ass. And pressed my cock deep, feeling the surge of cum discharge inside of her. I moaned.
“Oh my fucking…” she cried.
Her legs bent and straightened twice.
The washing machine stopped wobbling.
“God.”
Her entire body shook. I released her hair and leaned my upper body back, admiring her physique. I kept my cock buried deep inside of her.
She moaned and shook. Her legs quivered one last time. She bent her knees and straightened them again. I pulled my cock slowly from her pussy. As it did, I could see that we were both covered in her cum. She shook her head, and turned to look at me.
“What the fuck?” she asked.
I smiled.
“I think I squirted again,” she said.
“Good, how’d it feel,” I asked.
“Don’t talk to me,” she said as she lowered her head onto the washing machine.
“You alright?” I asked.
“No. Not even close,” she said, her face pressed into the lid of the washing machine.
“My ass is on fire, I just had an orgasm like nothing I have ever felt, I’m covered in cum, and you’re trying to make me talk to you. No I am not alright,” she said as she wobbled her head from side to side - her forehead resting on the surface of the machine.
“Yeah but I think your shoes are clean,” I laughed as I slapped her on the ass.
God I love this woman.
KELLI. “Why?” he asked me.
“Because I feel…I don’t know. It’s hard to explain,” I said.
“Do your best,” he said.
I thought about what he asked me. It wasn’t easy to explain. It wasn’t easy for me to even understand. It was just easy to do, especially with Erik. I liked that he made all of the decisions, for the most part. I enjoyed the thought of him owning me, and of this relationship slowly developing onto the one that it would one day become.
“I think it’s just because for the first time in my life I haven’t had to think. I think that may be one of them. Probably a big one,” I said.
“I’m sure that’s part of it,” he said as he crossed his legs.
I sat and looked at the floor. I stared at the carpet until my vision blurred. I couldn’t find words to describe it. It just was.
I looked up and shrugged my shoulders.
“Who owns you?” he asked from the couch he was sitting on.
“You sir,” I responded.
“You’re a good girl for me, aren’t you baby girl?” he asked.
I nodded repeatedly, “Yes sir, I am.”
“You ever going to disappoint me, baby girl?” he asked.
I shook my head from side to side. I hated when he even asked me this. I would never disappoint Erik. The thought of it made me sick to my stomach.
“No, never,” I responded.
“Because you’re my baby girl, and you’re going to do what I ask of you,” he said as he nodded his head slowly.
I nodded.
“Yes sir,” I said.
“Can I come over there now,” I asked, pointing to the couch.
He shook his head side to side.
“No,” he responded.
I wanted to go sit beside him. He told me I had to sit in the chair and we were going to talk. I didn’t like this. I wanted to be beside him. Touching him. Smelling him. Having him touch me. I have been good, and I have not done anything stupid in a long, long time. He should let me sit by him.
“I want to…”
“Kelli,” he said sternly.
I looked down at the floor.
“How does it make you feel when I put my hand on the back of your neck and grip it with my hand, baby girl? While we’re talking or standing in the kitchen?” he asked.
I nodded, “I love it.”
“How does it make you feel?” he asked.
I thought for a second before I answered.
“Comfortable. Sleepy. Relaxed.”
He nodded slowly, his hand still on his chin.
“When I tell you I am proud of you?” he asked.
“Happy. Like I’m doing a good job of being a good girl for you. Kind of like I have accomplished something,” I said.
“When I tell you you’re a good girl?” he asked.
“It’s kind of the same - but just not as much. Like being a good girl and you being proud are kind of the same. You being proud, it’s just better. It kind of means more,” I said.
He nodded again and rubbed his face with his hand.
“When I squeeze your neck while we’re fucking, how about that?” he asked.
I closed my eyes.
I love it when he does that.
“I love it. I love it. On the roof, I loved it so much. I think I passed out. It was. Well, I don’t know how to explain it, but I love it,” I said as I opened my eyes.
“Well, you didn’t pass out, but I understand. It’s euphoric, Kelli. It certainly isn’t for everyone, but it can be very euphoric.”
“Put it on the list of what I really, really like,” I said.
“When I slap your little ass?”
“Love it,” I said.
“Restrain you?” he asked.
I thought about what he asked.
“Tie me up?” I asked.
He nodded, “Yes.”
“Love it,” I said.
“Blindfolded,” he asked.
I thought. I made a face and started to answer.
“Be truthful, Kelli. We’re just talking. I need to know,” he said, sitting up on the couch cushion.
“I don’t think I like it,” I said, making a face again.
“Okay. What about when I call you a little slut. My little slut. While were fucking?” h
e asked.
I nodded my head repeatedly.
“Love it,” I said.
This was making me wet. All of this talking. As long as he didn’t talk about me disappointing him, I liked it. All of this talk about sex, and being his slut, and baby girl…it was making me soaking wet. I wanted him to fuck me.
“Watermelon,” I said.
“Excuse me?” he asked.
“Penelope,” I said.
He smiled.
“Perpendicular” I said.
“You have a good memory,” he said smiling.
I sat up on the edge of my cushion.
“Come here, baby girl,” he said.
I bounced off the cushion of the chair and ran across the living room floor to the couch. I sat beside him and wrapped my arms around him.
“How’d I do?” I asked.
“Kelli, it wasn’t a pass or fail. We were just talking. We’re still learning about each other. Finding out what works and what doesn’t. I’m not someone that ever wants to do anything to hurt you. I’ve told you that. I don’t want to hurt you emotionally or physically. If we don’t communicate, it’s just guesswork. I hate guessing,” he said.
“Communication is key,” I said, nodding my head sharply at the end.
“Precisely,” he said.
I kissed his cheek.
“We’re going to play a game. A numbers game,” he said, turning his head my direction.
“I love games,” I said.
“Get on your knees in front of me, baby girl,” he said.
Yaaaaaaay.
I got in front of him and looked into his eyes. He was going to let me suck his cock. I loved sucking his cock. He always let me fuck him after I sucked his cock. I loved sucking it anyway, but he could never take it for too long. He stood from the couch and pulled down his sweats. He kicked them to the side and pulled his tee shirt over his head. He grabbed his cock in his hand and slowly started stroking it, talking while he did.
“Okay, listen good,”
I watched him stroke his cock.
“Look at me, and pay attention, Kelli,” he said.
I looked up into his eyes.
“I’m going to tell you to do things, additionally I’m going to do things to you. You’re not going to tell me when you’re going to cum. You’re not going to tell me while you’re cumming. When I ask, you’re going to give me a number, between one and ten, describing how much you like or are enjoying what is happening - or what I am doing. This will be based on your level of enjoyment, euphoria, or how you feel. Ten is the most or best, one is the least or worst. You are not allowed to talk, unless it’s a number. Do you understand?” he asked.
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