A short story about filling in for my wifeâŠ
âRemember youâre on call this weekend. Iâm going to visit my motherâ my wife reminded me a few days before she left. There was a beautiful but naughty grin on her face. Sheâd been with her lover for several months at that point and it was becoming more evident with each passing rendezvous that this was going to be a long term thing.
They were becoming very familiar and comfortable with each other, both on a sexual and personal level. In turn, his comfort level with me as well mine with him had also increased tremendously. Beyond just being at ease with me being around, he had become more dominant over me and had begun using me for his sexual pleasure.Â
âYes, I knowâ I replied to my wife. Sheâd made it clear to me that in her absence I was to respond to her loverâs requests for sexual pleasure whenever he wanted me to. I really didnât know what to expect. Would he simply call me and tell me that he was coming over? Maybe he would call or text me to drive over to his place? I asked my wife if there were any specific things I should know.
âJust be available for him all weekend. Weâve already gone over thatâ She laughed. âA man like him has needs.â
Yes, they had gone over it a couple of weeks earlier. He was there when she told me and he also added that he was âlooking forward to it.â
She left early Friday morning and I didnât hear anything from him until late afternoon. The text arrived with a picture of his crotch, his hand holding his semi-erect cock through his jeansâŠ
âHow soon can my sissy princess be here?â
âI can be there in 30 minutes Sir.â
âI can be there in 30 minutes Daddy.â
âThatâs a good princess. Bring a maids uniform. Daddy has some housework for you to do.â
I hurried to get the maids uniform together and made my way to his place. I rang the doorbell and he let me in, immediately telling me to get dressed and meet him in his den. I did as I was told, doing my best to look pretty for him. For me, the more feminine I looked the more pleasurable something like this could be. I put the finishing touches on my lips before presenting myself to him in the den where he was watching âPardon the Interruptionâ on ESPN.
He wasted little time and instructed me to get on my knees in front of him.
âNow be a good sissy cocksucker and please Daddy.â
I just did what I was told, doing my best to sensually undo his jeans, lowering them, caressing his beautiful cock, licking and kissing it before putting it into my mouth.
He moaned with pleasure which excited me. Just knowing he liked it put me in a very feminine and submissive state. I couldnât wait for him to cumâŠ.but I would have to. My wife had told me, and I had seen first hand how long he could last before having an orgasm. It was one of many things she loved about him. Unlike my premature ejaculations during my inept attempts at intercourse with her, he could last for ever. He could fuck her like a real man.
The same could be said about his staying power as I sucked him. The moans of pleasure were interspersed with periods of what seemed like indifference, times where despite my best efforts he seemed more interested in the talking sports heads on television. Yet somehow, he made me feel wanted, needed and submissive as he might pat my head or push it down onto his cock.Â
âDonât forget Daddyâs ballsâ he said.Â
I immediately made my way to them, kissing and licking all the way down and doing the same to his big balls. He clearly enjoyed that and I stayed there until he told me to get back to his cock. I went back and forth a few times. PTI had turned to Sportscenter on ESPN and I just continued. I became lost in my submission and focused only on pleasing him.
His firm hands eventually grabbed my head and pushed it down onto his big cock, gagging me as I had difficulty taking him all the way. The gagging seemed to turn him on and he forcefully did it again.Â
âYouâll eventually learn to take it all princessâÂ
He was right. I did eventually learn to deep throat him. I sucked his cock often that weekend. Twice that night, three times on Saturday, and twice Sunday. That last time I finally took him all the way down my throat.
In between each of those face fuckings (where I either swallowed his loads directly from his cock or had it fed to me from his fingers as he scooped up the cum heâd put all over my face) I did housework for him.
By the time the weekend was over, his house was spotless and my tummy was full of his seed.
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