April‘s tongue instantly and obediently lapped, cat-like, at her puddle of cum there on the kitchen table. John kept his grip on her hair, holding her in position and watching his pet obey his command. His fingers toyed along his wife’s still quivering labia. He pinched each lip between his fingers, spreading her and running his fingertips around her wet entrance. April moaned into the wooden top and wiggled her hips happily. She smacked her lips when the table was clean and looked up at John with wide, gorgeous eyes. He kissed her deeply, relishing the taste of her on their tongues. John moved back from the table, keeping April’s ponytail in his grasp. She was encouraged away; her feet finally back on the floor before she was pushed to her knees. John held her head in his hands, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. She looked up to her husband with her widest, most innocent and obedient eyes. That single look caused an immediate throbbing in John’s loins. He twitched under his already straining trousers and April licked her lips to see him pulsing only inches from her waiting mouth. She resisted the almost overwhelming urge to reach out for it. “You want to suck on my dick, don’t you, pet?” John asked her, his thumb stroking the corner of her mouth. April met his eyes with hers, determined and confident. She squirmed with her hips, cupping her breast in her hand and squeezing. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned quietly, sucking on the thumb that John pressed between her lips. She swirled her tongue over his thumb, sucking it hard and bobbing her head. Her lips smacked with a giggle. “I need to suck on your gorgeous, massive dick, babe,” she told him with a fixed stare. John’s cock throbbed and jerked again. April whimpered quietly and licked her lips, knowing what was coming to her. The fire within her was rekindling already and she felt the stinging cold that radiated from the kitchen floor. Her sex burned again with John’s next quiet, calm command. “Take them off,” he told her. April knew what he meant and set immediately to work. She reached up and unbuckled his belt, letting it drop with a clinking sound. She heaved on his button and his fly, forcing his straining material open. John’s cock pushed through the gap, confined only by his boxers. April could see the dark, damp spot of John’s underwear that marked the tip of his solid cock. She watched him twitch as the backs of her hands brushed his shaft. April could barely resist a cheeky lick of his head. She tugged his trousers completely down and John stepped out of them, kicking them aside. April waited for the order to remove his boxers with glee. She felt her body quivering with anticipation and her mouth salivating. She couldn’t wait to get her lips around him. She was shocked to see John reach into his boxers. She watched as his hand obviously formed to his shaft. almanbahis He slowly stroked his dick, only inches in front of April’s watering mouth. She could smell his pre-cum; she could see the outline of his manhood straining against the fabric of his boxers; she could hear his moans and she could almost taste him in her mouth. She wished, feeling her frustrated horniness returning to her. She could’ve cried out, at that moment. John smiled down at the obvious pained and jealous look his wife gave him. She stared at the shadow of his hand stroking his shaft. “Come closer,” he told her. Excitement flashed across April’s face and she walked forward on her knees. Her lips were almost touching him, now, but she knew to wait for her orders. The back of John’s hand stroked her cheek before his fingers hooked into the top of his boxers. April’s heart began to race and she felt her pussy and mouth wetting at the mere prospect of John’s cock. He pulled down, at the hips of his underwear. His outline became even more prominent, not that April could miss it. He strained against his boxers as they eased lower. Suddenly, John’s boxers slid down and dropped to his feet as his manhood was released. April watched the whole time as his dick sprung free of its confines at last. She held her place, obediently, as the spring of John’s meat caused it to smack across her face. April didn’t flinch; she kept to her knees and stared into the gleaming eyes of her husband. His cock came to rest across her lips and the urge to lick, kiss or suck it was almost overwhelming. John knew her frustration and left his head poking at his wife’s lips. He stroked her face, rewarding her obedience. “You want to suck my dick, right here and now, don’t you?” he asked her, taking his shaft in his hand. “Yes,” April admitted, quietly. “Please. Please let me suck your magnificent cock.” John’s eyes stared into hers. He began to stroke. A pressure built inside April and she desperately wished to cross her legs. John towered over her and stroked himself in front of her pained face. The frustration was killing her. When their eyes met – when April saw the pleasure and passion in his gaze – her pussy drenched with the strain that built inside her. She watched, enthralled, as he idly stroked the length of his shaft. His fingers encircled him and his thumb teased the ridge of his head. Every time he touched it, his eyes closed and April felt compelled to seize him herself. She desperately wanted him in her hands and in her mouth. She wanted him in her throat. John walked backwards. He still stroked his shaft. April’s eyes widened and she could’ve screamed with frustration to see him heading for the door. He stopped in the door frame. “Come get it,” his voice was tinged with mirth. “Crawl over to your master’s dick.” His tone weakened her instantly and April felt that same effect almanbahis yeni giriş he had on her body wash over her. She complied without hesitation, hoping desperately for a chance to show her worth. She dropped to her hands and knees and began to crawl. John loved to watch his wife’s body roll and sway as she crawled seductively towards him. Her breasts swung with each shuffled step and her tongue danced across her lips. She neared him, her head rising to the cock he presented towards her. A single drop of cum hung at the tip of his rod. April’s tongue darted out to lap it up and she moaned instantly, gratified at last. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened for more. She found only empty air. Her eyes opened again to find John still walking away from her, backwards. He was stroking again and she whimpered. “What? Don’t you want this dick, my pet?” he asked her, knowing full well she wanted nothing else in the world right now. “Yesss…” she whimpered, quietly. “I need it. I need you. I need to feel you…” April crawled towards him, following her husband as he headed for the stairs. Her wetness ran down the backs of her legs while her mouth uncontrollably salivated. She was in full flow. “You want to feel me filling your mouth, I know you do.” “I do!” she cried. “I need to feel your cock between my lips. I need to taste your cum on my tongue. Oh fuck, I need you down my throat! I want you to fuck my face! I want to be your dirty little pet.” April’s dirty side always set John’s passion firing and now was no exception. He loved to listen to her filthy thoughts. He never wanted her to stop, but he had to give it to her eventually. He couldn’t resist her for too long, he knew. “You want me to use your pretty little mouth, sweetie? You want me to treat you like a dirty little slut, don’t you? You want to make me cum.” John’s tone grew deeper as he felt his passion and lust build higher and higher. April was led up the stairs as John walked towards their bedroom. She couldn’t wait to enter the door and discover what her husband had planned. Her filthy talk, filthier thoughts and begging had left her sopping wet and she was desperate to touch and be touched. “Are you gonna fuck my face, babe?” she asked him in her most seductive and sultry tone. “Are you gonna give me that fucking beautiful slab of meat? Fill me with it, please! Gonna make me beg for you to use me and cum all over me? Oh fuck I want you to cum on me. I want to cum for you, I’m so fucking horny!” April stopped on the landing, reaching desperately back for her aching and dripping sex. Just one little touch, she told herself. A whistle from John stopped her hand just an inch short of her hot slit. “Don’t you fucking dare touch yourself,” he told her in a deep, commanding voice. April shuddered and felt her body weaken at the command, another trickle running down almanbahis giriş her thighs. She needed to touch more than ever and her eyes pleaded with her husband. “If you touch yourself just once without my command, you won’t get to suck any dick for a week. Now get here.” John stepped inside the bedroom, leaving April on the landing. Her hand twitched, struggling to resist. She knew John would know if she acted on her impulse. The heat she felt from her sex was almost too tempting to resist. A resigned whimper fell limply from her lips and April crawled into the bedroom after her husband. Every crawl of her legs sent quivers through her core and April’s thighs were soaked with her leaking juices. She crawled into the room and the door slammed shut behind her. While on her hands and knees, still, a strap was placed around her neck. April froze. She recognised the pinch of her leather collar as John tightened the buckle to give slight pressure on her throat. April’s body was shot by a bolt of raw lust as she felt the band of her ownership placed around her neck. She was John’s; his to use as he wished. That’s what the collar meant and that’s what made April groan like an old drain. The collar tightened as John heaved on her leash and pulled her upright. She sat up on her knees, gasping for air, as John dropped to her height. He gripped her jaw in his hand and April’s body tingled to feel his hot breath across her face. His other hand teased over her nipples with his fingertips. He pinched her firmly between two fingers and April gasped, wincing and moaning with the satisfaction of the sting. “You are my little pet,” he told her. “I’m your little pet,” April whispered past John’s firm grip. John twisted her nipple between his thumb and finger. April gasped again, shuddering and struggling to hold back the shaking through her body. “You will obey me. You will please me.” “I will obey you. I will please you,” April repeated, her eyes pleading. John’s finger cracked over her nipple and April let out a short, excited scream. She couldn’t stop the wicked grin spreading over her face. John stood up, lashing her leash to the door knob behind her before standing directly in front of his pet. His cock stood to attention, wet, dripping and twitching in April’s face. John’s fingertip eased his wife’s chin up. She looked up to him as he looked down on her. “Hands behind your back,” was John’s order. April complied, desperate and ready to feel the raging lust she knew her husband was holding in. She straightened her face, desperate to look as innocent and inviting as possible. She pouted her lips, wiggled her hips and pushed out her chest. She was ready. John reached down and took his manhood in hand. Disappointment washed over April and she was about to cry out in frustration when she saw the evil look in her husband’s eyes. John leaned over her and stroked his shaft with one slow, firm grip. A single large drop of pre-cum spilled from his tip and fell across his wife’s waiting, pouting lips. April’s tongue shot out and licked it up instantly with a wicked grin to her groaning husband.