This is a true account of the most emotionally rewarding sex I have ever had. It happened yesterday evening while pizza was burning to a crisp in the oven.
minutes of my husband Nic coming home from work he had me pinned against the kitchen counter, my
hands holding onto the door handles behind me. He was rubbing himself up
against me and biting my neck hard. He lifted my top up just above my breasts.
Through my bra he squeezed one of my nipples hard, his other hand wandering
over my body. He kept squeezing harder and harder. He is new to experimenting
so I was worried about crying out in pain in case he stopped, but I had to. He
did pause, but hesitantly. I whispered in his ear “don’t stop, I’ll shout ‘red’
if it is too much, I like the pain.” He squeezed even harder, I screamed out in painful ecstasy.
dripping wet. I could feel his hard cock through both of our trousers. “You can
do anything to me, anything you want.” I breathed to him.
He undid his trousers and put his hand
on my head pushing me down. I knelt on the floor, my back against the kitchen
cupboard. He put his cock in my mouth and fucked it hard. He choked me, so spit
was dripping out of my mouth. Sometimes he’d take his cock out and rub it
around my face and wank against my lips, tracing his cock around my mouth.
He told me
to touch myself. He tried to carry on squeezing my nipple. I hesitantly suggested he use a
clothespin from the cupboard behind him, not knowing if that would be too much for my lovely, cautious, vanilla man. It wasn't! He put a clothespin
on my nipple, over my bra. He put his cock in my mouth and fucked me hard,
choking me even more. He made me cough. He took his cock out and rubbed it
against my cheek, masturbating himself hard up against me. His juices smearing
all over my face. He told me to come and I did, screaming loudly.
He lay down
on the kitchen floor and told me to slide down onto his cock. His cock felt
amazing filling me. Orgasms were coming but he could tell, so he told me to stop (the first time he had ever done that!). I did. Then he started fucking me from beneath
me. And he spanked my arse while fucking me (again a first!). The vibrations from each smack working through to
my cunt. The clothespin on my nipple kept getting knocked sending jolts through
my body. All the sensations and the bliss of my husband’s control led to
insanely intense orgasms. We both came loudly.
into tears of joy. Ungainly, snotty tears of joy and love and happiness. Even writing this I feel the tears welling in my eyes. It was the most dominant Nic had ever been and the most pain
he had ever been able to give me. Best of all he loved it. No wonder I
Oh, and the
nipple he was hurting? My nipples are used to being pinched and squeezed and attacked with
clothespins, but never have I had visible bruises on them, at least not until
now. There is a lovely blue mark around my right nipple. My vanilla husband may just have a hint of chocolate sauce. Wicked indeed!