Starting a new one. Someone questioned awhile back whether a cuckquean and a yandere are mutually exclusive, and I intend to explore that. Might try making this more story-like, with an actual beginning, middle, and end, and with actual character names and stuff. But I shouldn't get ahead of myself.
"Juno," he calls my name from the other room. You know how sometimes mothers can tell what their baby wants from the sound of their cry? Well I can tell what -my- baby wants from me when he calls my name. And I couldn't be more clear on what he wants right now.
Without even closing the windows, I get up from my computer and briskly go to him. The search for more women will have to wait.
He's standing idly in the room, checking something on his phone when I come in. Light as a cat, I walk over and kneel before him, immediately starting to undo his fly.
He doesn't react at first. I'm not doing anything out of the ordinary. Still, I read his face, always looking for his attention and approval; that is the creature that I am. His expression changes slightly as he reads something on his phone, but nothing to indicate he even notices that I'm pulling his half-swollen cock free from his pants.
It isn't until I put him into my mouth that he gives what I crave. That look on his face, a sort of relaxed homecoming as he lowers his hands and leans his head back with a sigh of relief.
"Good girl," he tells me with a groan, fingers running through my hair. I smile a little around his cock, those words never cease to make me giddy.
It isn't but a few moments before he's stiff as a board in my mouth. The hand on my head slides down to my neck and around to my chin, tilting me up, an indication to stop. Which I do, grudgingly.
"You may use your pussy tonight. I'd like to feel it," with that, he withdraws and sits in his chair, leaning back with his cock still sitting straight up.Post too long. Click here to view the full text.