Cut me
After work I followed you home like a sick puppy. I decided it would be nice of me to cook us dinner, though it was late and we were both tired from a long day of work. I whispered that it would be worth the wait and adorned myself in a tiny red chef's apron that covered very little of my curvy body. You slumped at the kitchen table and read the newspaper. What are we? Leave it to fuckin beaver?! I grew angrier and angrier as I switched my hips and batted my eyes in hopes you'd glance my way and decide to come over and fuck me hard up on the kitchen counter. But, no. Something must be awfully good in the news today. I chopped the celantro for the sauce and steamed. I sliced zuchini and still not a glance from you. I thought for sure you must be fucking someone else. But who else has an ass like this?? Tits like this?? Finally I blew up and darted the chopping knife at your head. Sure as it was leaving my fingertips I knew it was going to pierce your forehead and I was destined to be molested by some butchy in a filthy prison somewhere. No such luck.
I'd missed your forehead by a good 3 feet. Your eyeballs popped out of your head and then you got very calm like you do when you're absolutely furious. You set down the newspaper and curled your fingers around the handle of the knife to yank it forcefully from the wall.
"You want to play with knives, you little bitch? Alright, let's play with knives." I grew horrified as I watched you walking towards me. Horrified and turned on to the extreme. I knew somewhere inside me something beastial was growing and I thought if it wouldn't have killed me I'd let you plunge that knife in and out of me as many times as you wanted. You grabbed the back of my neck and savagely kissed my mouth leaving them sore and burning from the roughness of your 3 day old beard. I was speechless.
"Don't look into my eyes, snake. This is my house, this is my fucking knife and this...," he said as he plunged two giant fingers up into my wet cunt, "is my pussy." I wilted. He asked me again and again if it was and I replied in my most sheepish little girl voice that it was his pussy. Was his twat. Was his tit and his ass. All his. I was overwelmed.
I drew in a few quick breathes and pleaded with him to fuck me. Just fuck me and quinch the burning between my legs and the panic in my heart. He got very quiet and drew back his heavy hand and slapped me hard across my right cheek bone. God did it ever hurt. I was sure my eye exploded and at the same time, I thought I'd just flood cum all over the kitchen floor if he didn't fuck me or touch me or something.
He did. He covered my mouth so I couldn't sob or moan or shout and then he fucked me hard first in my dripping twat and then in my tight little asshole after drizzling it with a little virgin olive oil. Virgin, my ass!
I'd missed your forehead by a good 3 feet. Your eyeballs popped out of your head and then you got very calm like you do when you're absolutely furious. You set down the newspaper and curled your fingers around the handle of the knife to yank it forcefully from the wall.
"You want to play with knives, you little bitch? Alright, let's play with knives." I grew horrified as I watched you walking towards me. Horrified and turned on to the extreme. I knew somewhere inside me something beastial was growing and I thought if it wouldn't have killed me I'd let you plunge that knife in and out of me as many times as you wanted. You grabbed the back of my neck and savagely kissed my mouth leaving them sore and burning from the roughness of your 3 day old beard. I was speechless.
"Don't look into my eyes, snake. This is my house, this is my fucking knife and this...," he said as he plunged two giant fingers up into my wet cunt, "is my pussy." I wilted. He asked me again and again if it was and I replied in my most sheepish little girl voice that it was his pussy. Was his twat. Was his tit and his ass. All his. I was overwelmed.
I drew in a few quick breathes and pleaded with him to fuck me. Just fuck me and quinch the burning between my legs and the panic in my heart. He got very quiet and drew back his heavy hand and slapped me hard across my right cheek bone. God did it ever hurt. I was sure my eye exploded and at the same time, I thought I'd just flood cum all over the kitchen floor if he didn't fuck me or touch me or something.
He did. He covered my mouth so I couldn't sob or moan or shout and then he fucked me hard first in my dripping twat and then in my tight little asshole after drizzling it with a little virgin olive oil. Virgin, my ass!