It’s quite a statement from someone who doesn’t appear to have an emotional bone in his body and I wonder whether it might be as practiced as your technique. As practiced as the condescending tone you add for effect, when you’re doing filthy things to me.
Still I take it and analyse it.
“Did he just call me needy in a round the houses kind of way?” my inner voice asks and then I smile to myself. Where is the bloody on/off button for my brain?
“Do you want my cock in your arse?” you ask me and I nod ever so slightly, some might say I’m as stubborn as the tightest arse.
“You’d better get sucking then!” you say unbuttoning your flies and presenting your semi hard cock to me.
I fall to my knees willingly and wonder silently why I’m drawn to such a selfish lover.
“Lover being the wrong word” I hear as an afterthought.
You like to have control and even though you don’t manipulate my head, you grab a fistful of my hair and keep me straight as I take you to my lips and gently begin sucking you hard.
“Good little girl” you say (in that tone) and I’m pleased that you approve.
As your cock grows inside my mouth you start to pull my head back onto it, it must be quite some sight I think as I gag and look up at you.
“That’s enough!” you say, pulling yourself away.
Then you add that I’m the best cock-sucker you’ve ever had because my mouth is small yet I still manage to take you into my throat. It doesn’t feel like a compliment.
“Are you ready?” you add and I’m not sure I am.
“Go and get on all fours and I’ll tell you when ‘I’m’ ready” you tell me and I don’t question why you might not be ready right now.
So here I am, on all fours, my flimsy dress hitched up over my hips and my lacy white knickers discarded beside me.
The rug beneath me is soft on my knees and I congratulate myself for buying a decent one.
“Spread those legs a bit more!” you say from behind me somewhere and why is it that I’m totally compelled to do everything you ask?
“Now work a finger into that tight arse and get it ready for me” you command and yet again, I oblige you.
I feel like a filthy fucking whore and I like it a lot as I work my middle finger around my tightest hole.
I bring it back to my mouth and coat it with saliva before I endeavour to push it in.
You’re watching me from behind and I hear a noise escape you as I ram it right the way in, as hard as I can.
“Stretch it for me” you say in that tone but I swear it’s cracking a little bit.
I use both hands now as I put my weight on my chest and open my hole trying to get a finger from each hand inside.
Then I feel you close to me as your cock presses into me and you tell me “wider” and that one simple word is instruction enough.
My arse isn’t ready for you at all despite my efforts but you push your way in anyway and after the initial violation, it feels fucking awesome.
“Oh yeah!” I say as you’re up to the hilt.
“You’re the best bit of arse I’ve ever fucked because you’re so tight yet you never complain. You tell me.
I don’t smile, I’m still not sure it’s a compliment.
You’re slow and deliberate with your cock now, changing the angle to get deeper into me. Watching my tight arse grip you as you slide out before ramming it back in.
“Fuck it!!!” I say and I can’t deny that it feels so fucking good.
“Patience!” you say, in ‘that’ tone and if I could see the expression on your face, I know it would drive me wild as you’re marvelling the sight of yourself ball deep in me.
“How badly do you want it?” you ask.
“Please” I’m almost crying now.
And then you go to town on my arse.