Is This What You Came To See?

Is this what you came to see?

Daddy told me to ride with you. You didn't even say hello, but just ordered me to pull up my dress and play with myself. I moistened immediately...

Three years ago, the morning after my last binge, and my last drink, you found me star fished on my bed in my studio apartment. Your visit was a scheduled one, to check out my dishwasher, so you let yourself in and found me there, nude save for  the blindfold and white tank. My jeans, panties, and bra a jumble on the floor.

I probably reeked. Cigarettes. Gin. The animal musk from the brothers who had brought me here, who had long since cum and gone.

Loathsome as I was, or maybe because of it, you didn’t hesitate to scoop some butter from the dish on the counter, smear it on yourself and mount me.

The shock of that pain woke me up and you like to say that I wriggled around like a bug being pinned to a display board. Your penis was the pin in that simile, piercing me, impaling me, though it could have just as well been your big hand pinning me to the bed, pressing hard on the small of my back.

Afterward, when your first lust was slaked, you turned on the coffee maker, then carried me into the shower and sluiced me off.  Scrubbed the brothers’ crusty tributes, washed my hair, washed your softening dick.

Propped me up in bed and fed me coffee, a toasted bagel. The latter buttered with some from the dish, the same butter that you just used to lube my poor sore ass.

I confess, I remember being afraid of you until I learned that you weren’t there to hurt me.  You only wanted to fuck me in every way possible, in all the ways your wife wouldn’t allow.  That I was used to ...You came to fix the dishwasher, but you got the fix you needed as well.

After I finished the bagel, you arranged me so you could shove yourself down my throat while enjoying pulling on my nipples. And then once more inside me, with my legs off the side of the bed and my ass in the air.

That was three years ago this weekend. And I haven’t had any problems with my dishwasher since. Your marriage is better now, too, now that you have an outlet…

he insisted-before even looking under the hood-that he "look under MY hood " as he put it...

Exquisitely aware that my husband was just in the next room, darren made me his

I did as directed, not wanting to disappoint him after the first lunch together