I was sitting in the middle of the living room, naked and on my knees. With my hair tied back, I felt completely exposed to bright lights. Even with the AC on, I began to sweat.
He ordered me to walk like a dog to get his condoms in his room, fully being exposed, this wasn't the first time yet I always felt shame. With a condom sheet in my mouth put in my mouth to kept it safe. He changed his clothes. Walked around the house fully clothed, he has always been like that, he does exactly the same when we are outdoor, only person who would unclothed in winter snow would be me, while he stays warm, just like a real dog.
He asked me to sit on floor next to his legs as he read a book. At this time I was being restless, things were different when I first met him, handsome guy who was a nerd and gentleman, I fell for that charm of his to the point I insisted on being in a relationship with him even if it meant no love involved. The humble and handsome guy to the world, sadist to me. My innocence' was trampled over now he has control over me, even in this weird situation of being a dog, all I can think of is how nice he smells, and how my pussy is twitching for his dick. I became restless I started squirming with condoms in mouth as I rubbed against my legs.
"What the hell are you doing? Are in heat or something, disgusting filth." He shouted, a shiver went down my body and I was wet and leaking. He closed his book.
"Get up here! You need some training on how to be a good bitch." He offered his hand, his face looked annoyed.
He pulled me closer to his lap and began spanking my ass without warning. When I bit too hard on the condom, it almost ripped. And it fell to the ground, he was even more angry now the slaps were hard and directed near my pussy, I moaned louder and louder with each hit. And he kept telling me to stop moaning, or else he'd hit me harder the next time. After hitting my left ass cheek ten times, he made me bend over, exposing my pussy and ass. It was wet, then he slapped my pussy and butthole at the same time; the pain was unbearable and so was the pleasure.
Then he started putting two fingers in my ass and spanking the other ass cheek while making me cum in a minute.
"You filthy whore!"
"Can't you even hold your cum?" he yelled, stopping his fingerings.
In a split second, my mind raced, unsure whether he was going to stop or if he didn't like me and would never do this again.
" Sit down ,Avoid using your hand. Suck it up and stop just as I'm about to cum." His words brought me joy. I wanted to please him so badly that I couldn't wait to unzip his pants.
The desire to lick his made him lick his underwear harder. I began sucking and licking his dick under the clothes until it was wet, at which point I pulled his clothes down it with my teeth. This time, I could smell his scent and taste his pre-cum through a thin layer of cloth. It was time for the real deal. I dragged his underwear down, revealing his big hard dick. I took it all at once and turned to face him.
I could see how much he enjoyed his expressions and little moans, which he couldn't stop. I did as he instructed and stopped when he was about to cum. Although I wanted him to shove it deep down my throat and cum loads.
He grabbed a plate of nachos and topped it with his cum.
"Eat it like a bitch you are," he said, heavily breathing.
My heart rate increased, and I licked the entire plate.
He sat on the couch and jerked himself off as I ate his cum.
"Take my dick in." He said this, and I walked up to him and sat sexily on him. He gradually began to shove something down my throat. Something circular and linked.
"Who made you stop moving?" He was enraged.
He inserted another ball into my asshole as I began to move. I couldn't move because of the pleasure. Before I could react, he slapped me as punishment. He began hitting me whenever I stopped moving. I've never had so much fun in my life. I pushed myself to have these kinds of sex at first regretting what I had gotten into, later I even broke off but everyone lese left me unsatisfied then I got back to him for the pleasure he had introduced me to and the position he gave me that nobody else had.
He switched our positions after he inserted all of the balls.
In true doggy fashion, he thrust me hard. With his dick and a foreign object in my ass, I could barely keep up with him. He then abruptly yanked it out and spit into my gaping asshole. leaving me squirting on the floor.
"What a mess, do I need to do a potty training now?" He panted looking extreme hot.
And he inserted his dick and began thrusting faster and harder. At the same time, he vigorously rubbed my clitoris. He shoved his underwear into his mouth. And he kept fucking me.
To that pleasure, I was about to piss myself off again. With my mouth shoved and my body out of control, I let myself piss, and he was pleased and didn't take out his dick, it grew bigger than before. I was out of it at this point , drifted in pleasure even when I'm about to pass out.
He made me stand with my legs wide open and began to finger me and fuck my ass at the same time. I pissed myself once more.
"Shameless bitch," he said as he came in my pretty ass. and shoved a blocker up the ass as he carried me to the bed.
That's our relationship, which we never labelled. We needed each other and had been together for a long time. He is a sensitive individual who is emotionally unstable and cries like a baby when ever he meets his family. I'm referring to the same person.
He had problems in previous relationships because everyone left him. After all, he was too emotional or treated him differently. Then he looked at me with eyes that didn't want to be loved or hurt. I accepted how he cries and how he makes me cry.
He never accepted my love or the possibility of our reunion. Every time I leave, he follows me like a puppy and devours me like the devil. And I became more concerned about us. A relationship too one-sided and nothing to hold on to.
That is how I met Zin. We had met before I met him. Zin declared that I was his true love and proposed marriage. This is it, this is what I desired: someone who loves me and will marry me, a stable love. Someone with whom I see a future. I accepted it and walked away from him.
Zin is self-sufficient, sweet, caring, wealthy, and attractive beyond my wildest dreams.
Shouldn't I be happy? So why do I still think about him? Is it just the sex? I'm certain he wouldn't have moved on. Did he, or didn't he? His eating habits are poor, and what if his insomnia had worsened? I couldn't stop thinking about him.
Even after we exchanged rings and exchanged vows. Even when Zin kissed me for the first time and we had our first night together after the wedding. Even when we were strolling down beautiful streets. All I could think about was him, and it irritated me that he never contacted me after I married. I'm just curious how he's doing. How did Leo actually feel?