by Writing Shark
You do your duty as the head of the house. Fuck your wife and remind her of her place
“Oh god… oh god yes! James! Oh God James!” Hellen lies on her back, her legs obscenely spread, her toes tangled. Your fingers draw deep furrows through her pure white skin as they hold her legs in place. “Oh god thank you! Thank you James! Oh God thank you!” Her breasts jiggle in time with your thrusts and her upper body bobs up and down, lying powerless but still desperate to see your wet piston penetrate her tight hole, spreading and widening her, possessing her and never letting go. Hellen is crazy about you, crazy in this situation and you love her for the wild but obedient look with which she watches you. Her words spur you on to fuck her to insanity. You spend all your strength, forcefully penetrating deep into her body while your wife does everything to please you. Your teeth dig into her lower leg, she cries out, bites her arm and blinks at you pleadingly.
“What do you want?” you murmur, licking the sore spot on her leg. “You did a good job today.” Several times you quickly ram into her, stealing her breath and making your love whimper. “Tell me.”
“More! Oh, God honey! Please! Please give me more! I want you so much!” Oh Hellen is good. With every word she thinks of you. With every demand, she puts herself under you. She’s all yours and so you give her what she needs. Your hands grab her bottom, lift her abdomen. Hellen stretches her back, pressing her head into the soft pillows, her hair a mess, her eyes amorous and wild. You ram her body into the sheets of your bed while she earns the right to sleep next to you tonight.
Since the night of your prom, Hellen has been all yours. You own her. Some call it slavery, others exploitation, others brutality and thirst for revenge. You and Hellen call it love and neither of you want it any other way. You treat your wife exactly as she wants. You make demands and they are met. But in return, you take care, give Hellen everything she wants. You gave her a daughter, Alice. You chose her name. Hellen was happy. Then you had another child. A boy. You had no use for another man in the family. It was Hellen who gave him away a few weeks after his birth. That same day she stripped for you and you conceived Gemma. Hellen was pleased. Some call it barbarism. You and Hellen call it a debt of honor. Because you do more for your wife than any other man. Hellen is more in your debt than any other woman. You feed her, make decisions for her, command her, are responsible for her. You protect her, make her feel comfortable, you tell her what she needs and what she wants. You lead two lives and make sure that Hellen feels only happiness in her life, the luxury of not having to decide anything, the certainty of having a loving man by her side forever.
On the night of your prom you told her what her life would be like and she agreed. It was her free decision. Others need alcohol, drugs, muscles or money. You didn’t need all that, you have money and enough muscles to defend Hellen, but all that is taken for granted. You own Hellen and everything that happens to her in life, good or bad, is your responsibility. You are the ultimate provider and that makes Hellen complete.
“You really love me, don’t you?” you ask with a devilish grin. You’re a man, you don’t need insurance from a woman who almost ruined her life. You’re doing this for her, reminding her of her happiness, and like every time, it works. Hellen braces herself, presses her taut belly together and gasps for air. It takes her several tries under your thrusts and her moans, but she does her duty as a woman.
“James yes! Yes James I love… ah… love you so much!” You have taken possession of a smart woman. “I’m… godffffuck! I’m so grateful honey! So… fuck! So grateful!”
“Did you do your chores today?” You slow your thrusts, lowering her legs to your sides and bending over her quivering body. With your fingers brushing her hair out of her face, she smiles at you.
“Yes honey! I haveha!” Your cock begins to work again, churning her insides, moving inside her, bringing her to the brink of collapse. “All for you. The household… done. Obedience! No trouble for you…” She can barely speak as your thumb finds her swollen and sensitive clit. With pleasure you see her fighting against herself, the hardest fight but in the end, you win anyway. You didn’t allow her to come, you know her enough to sense when it’s happening. But you don’t stop. Your fun is way more important and Hellen raises her hand and pinches her puffy nipples with all her might, gasping for air and coming down from her approaching orgasm. “I obey you James” she whispers, your face towering over hers as you brace yourself with your arm. “No effort is too great for you. You do everything for me and in return I do the housework. It’s so little James” she whines and the shame speaks from her. Her head rolls from side to side. “So little. I want to do so much for you. You are so good to me!” She doesn’t say it to come or to please you. She’s speaking her own personal truth. “I belong only to you. Take from me what you want to have. Please! James please! Take from me what you want to have! I need you sooo much…” That’s what you wanted to hear. Hellen just enjoys submitting to you.
You grab her tightly, yanking her weak body upward. Then you turn her around roughly and your hand lands slappingly on her ass. Hellen squeals and immediately takes her submissive position, presenting herself to you in all her wet horniness. Roughly you spread her legs and penetrate her wet hole while her head digs into the pillows.
“You need me Hellen” you hammer the truth into her head. And she enjoys it.
“Yes!” her muffled voice comes from the pillow. “God I need you so much James! I’m nothing without you and your cock! Your cock! You’re so good! I love everything on you James!” At that you didn’t even move inside her. “Thank you! God James I thank you!” You see her shoulder blades tighten as you sink into her. Drops of her juice trickle down her thighs. Muffled she whimpers into the pillows but you want to hear it. It’s time for the next step in your plan and Hellen is more than ready for it.
Writing Shark 