Trisha Makes Me Her Bitch

“Just try it, I think you’ll really like it!” Trish was
telling me.

We were in somewhat of a sexual rut, and this was the
result of it. We hadn’t had sex for three weeks at this
point. It’s not that I didn’t want her. Trish was far
more beautiful than I had deserved. We had dated since
high school, back when she was a bit of nerdy. I was
fortunate enough to be pretty popular being a pretty
decent track star. Man, I wish things could go back to
those days.

I still remember her face when I asked her out. I could
always tell she would end up being pretty though. That
was an understatement though. Nowadays Trish was a leggy
5’11”. At 37, I swear that not only do her tits not sag,
but they actually point up! Jet black hair that runs
straight as an arrow down to her back, and a stunning
face. But, really, the prize here is her ass.

Curvacious does not do the woman justice. Damn. Her eyes
have always thrown me off actually. I swear every time
she looks at me for more than 2 seconds she can tell
what I’m thinking. Then she just cocks an eyebrow,
smirks, and moves on. This is all quite worrying, cause
I’ve thought some devious stuff with her in mind.

Unfortunately, I haven’t held up my end of the bargain
much, hah! I guess you could say my best days are behind
me. Hurt my knee in college at a track meet. I’ve gotten
a little soft around the edges in the past few years.
I’m 5’8″, which isn’t too bad, but I have to say, it’s a
bit emasculating having Trish tower over me. Especially
when she wears heels.

Anyway, Trish and I dated all through college, and got
married soon after. She settled in to the life of the
perfect housewife, while I got a job at a marketing
firm. Not exactly my dream job, but it pays the bills.
Life has been good. Well, until recently. That leads us
to her current conversation with me.

“Sweetheart”, I was telling her, “I’m all for spicing
things up in the bedroom, I just don’t think I’ll like
it.”

“Oh, so if I want something, who gives a fuck, right?”

I took a deep breath, I knew I was skating on thin ice.
“No, dear, that’s not what I meant,” I said, “You know
that. It’s just… I mean, no guy wants his wife to fuck
him in the ass!” I couldn’t help just blurting it out.

My wife chuckled a bit at that. At least it eased the
tension.

“Alright, sweetie, how about I propose a deal…?” She
purred.

I was lying in bed. She had propped herself up on her
side and was running her hand up and down my leg, slowly
getting closer to my cock. I could tell she was staring
at me with those beautiful green eyes. I was trying my
best not to look at her. I knew if I did I would lose.

And like clockwork, she said, “Look at my, Francis.
Don’t you want to make me happy? And I think I have just
the solution to please us both.”

I stared up with a defeated sigh, and asked, “Ok, what’s
the deal?”

“Well, you know how you’ve always wanted to fuck me in
the ass? Well, that’s actually what got me thinking
about it. What’s good for the goose and such. So, my
solutions is this: You left me fuck you with a strap on.
Once I’m done, I will give you 15 minutes to fuck me
however you want. Everything is fair game.”

This was too good to be true. As I mentioned, my wife is
goddamned beautiful, but rarely lets me get away with as
much as having her suck my dick. It’s been pretty much
plain sex for our entire relationship. That’s what made
this whole situation topsy-turvy. But, hell, what could
I lose? I’m an open minded guy, I’ll take a little
punishment in order to finally get some anal. Besides,
she’s my wife, I should try to make her happy.

“30 minutes” I countered.

Again, that chuckle. “20 minutes, final offer. Besides
sweetie, we both know you don’t last that long.”

I was a bit hurt by that remark, but who cares, I
finally was going to fuck that apple of an ass.

“So, when do we start,” I asked.

“How about now?”

“Uhhh, do you have,” I began. But was quickly cut off by
a sharp smirk and a quick nod.

“I’ll be right back,” she told me, and slipped out of
bed.

It was the longest 5 minutes of my life. All I could
think of was pounding into my wife. All the different
positions I’d fuck her in. She was right, this was
reviving things! I was rock hard. I’m not an overly well
endowed man, but my wife never complained.

Suddenly the bathroom door opened. My wife looked
amazing. She had a black silk nightie. A little longer
than her usual ones, and with a clear bulge at the
bottom. I couldn’t help but gulp in fear. My wife
sauntered over to the bed. Whatever was beneath the
nightie was swaying back and forth.

“It looks like someone was a naughty boy and used up all
our lube last week.” She said as she held up a clearly
empty tube.

“Oh, uh yeah, sorry, I guess we should postpone, huh?”

“Oh no, you don’t get off that easy. What do you tell me
in order to get me to suck your dick even though you
know i hate it? It’s nature’s lube?”

“Trisha…”

“No,” she said firmly, “This is happening. And it will
happen whether or not you have ‘nature’s lube’ to ease
things along.”

I sighed and drooped my shoulders. I could see this
pleased her.

“Good boy,” she said as she rubbed my head. She never
talked like this before.

She slowly lifted her nightie. I just stared as a giant
black dildo was gradually unveiled. It must have been
about 10″ long. It gradually thickened up to the size of
a beer can at the base. I opened my mouth to object, but
i suppose my wife took that as me wanting to start;
because she grabbed my head and pulled it to the cock in
front of me. She was a bit awkward with it. Thankfully,
it was clear she was not used to wearing a dick! She
just kept trying to jab it into my throat. Finally, I
pushed it out of my mouth.

“Wait,” I said. But was responded to with that cool
stare. Slowly she raised that one eyebrow. I knew better
than to object any further.

I took as much of the dildo as I could. None of it was
enough for her. I could hear her frustrated sighing. She
was getting angry. I only could fit about half the dildo
in my throat before I began to gag. It was so fucking
big! She had me by the hair and was fucking my face.
Tears started forming around my eyes. This was awful.
Suddenly, she pulled the dildo out and slapped me clear
across the face. I was shocked. My wife had never hit me
before.

She leaned down, pointed a finger in my face, and said,
“Open your fucking mouth, bitch. I want you to take the
entirety of this fucking cock. If your lips aren’t
touching my pelvis in one minute, I will ravage that ass
of yours so you can’t sit down for a fucking week. Are
we understood?

I didn’t know what to say. I just nodded, purely out of
fear t this point. I opened my mouth, grabbed her hips
with my hands and tried my best to swallow the whole
thing. I was getting better. I was up to 3/4’s of the
way down.

“Much better,” she exclaimed. “Let me help you with
that.” And suddenly I felt her hands on my head again.
Firmly, and surprisingly strongly, she pushed my head on
the cock further. I was gagging but she didn’t care. I
waved my hands at the side of her pleading to stop. But
she just looked down at me with that smile of hers.
Further and further. I felt like this cock wouldn’t end.
Spit was leaking out of my mouth. Finally, I felt my
lips brush up against the base of the strap on. She held
me there for what felt like 10 minutes, but could only
have been a few seconds.

“Fucking cocksucker” was all she said.

She pulled me off and onto the bed in one motion. She
had me by the hair still. I was bent over and crying.

Holding my head down, with me on my hands and knees bent
on the bed, she leaned over and whispered, “Now you are
going to feel something that you’ve never been able to
give me. What it feels like to be filled by a real cock.
God, the first time I fucked myself with this thing, I
just knew I had to share it with you. Just so you knew
that we finally had a MAN’s dick in the relationship.”

I was humiliated. I never knew she felt this way. I
burned red and finally stopped crying.

I started to say, I’m sorry, I didn’t know…” But she
cut me off with a slap.

“You didn’t know, but now you will.”

She shoved my head down onto the mattress and positioned
herself behind me. I could feel the cock resting on the
crack of my ass. Sudden;y I felt a hand reach under and
stroke my cock. Despite myself, I was rock hard.

“Looks like someone likes being a bitch, eh? Tell me.”

“What,” is all I could muster to ask.

“Tell me you want me to make you my bitch,” she demanded
as she stroked my cock.

“No.” I had to take a stand somewhere.

“We’ll see, if that changes,” she said. Suddenly, her
hand was moved away. I could feel her position he tip of
the cock and start pushing.

“Just relax,” she cooed, “it’ll be so much easier if you
do. Besides, your taking this either way.”

I tried my best to relax as a giant dildo was being
pushed into me. Not an easy task.

“Slow!” I picked my head up and yelled. I could feel the
dildo stretching me out.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch boy,” she said, and pushed my
head down. I think I angered her, because suddenly she
grabbed my hips and shoved the rest of the cock into me.

My scream was muffled by the pillow. She had no mercy.
For the next 15 minutes she pounded my ass from behind.
She would hit the back of my head from time to time with
a slap. She berated me. She called me cocksucker, bitch
boy, tiny-dick. I think she was getting off on it. She
started breathing heavier like she does when I go down
on her. Suddenly, she pulled out. I heard a loud pop as
the cock exited my ass. It was over. Finally.

“Not so fast,” she said. And with that, I could feel her
moving my kegs and turning my over. She reached over to
her nightstand and opened a drawer to take out a
vibrator.

“I want to see your face as I fuck you. I want to cum
with my cock in your ass.” Fuck, those are things I
wanted to say. I could only just whimper.

She lifted my legs and slid the dildo into me. She
command I hold my legs up while she fucked me. I saw her
reach around her hip with one hand and slide vibrator
under her. She began to moan loader. She was picking up
speed while fucking me. Suddenly she grabbed my cock.
She was pounding me while she stroked it. It hurt like
hell getting fucked, but her hand felt so good.

“You like that, bitch-boy? No, don’t answer. Mommy knows
you do. That’s it. Bring those hips back on mommy’s
cock.”

I felt like a child. I was utterly defeated. I didn’t
know what to do. She just kept ravaging my ass.
Suddenly, I felt an orgasm rise in me. Trish could too.

“Is little fag-boy going to cum while getting his ass
fucked? No… not yet.” And suddenly her hand had moved
away. I groaned. Desperate for her to stroke me.

“Please,” I begged.

“Not until you tell me. Tell me you’re my bitch.”

“I’m your bitch,” I whispered. I didn’t care anymore.

“Not loud enough. I want the neighbors to know that you
are my cock sucking, faggot, sissy, little bitch boy.
NOW!” With that, she slapped my balls.

I howled. “I’m your bitch,” I cried out. “Fuck your
bitch, mommy. Fuck him good.” I didn’t know what she
wanted to hear. I just yelled out whatever depraved
thoughts came to my head.

She brought her hand back. She lifted my hips more. I
was basically turned upside down. She still had her cock
inside me. Plunging me like an oil well. Again, I felt
my orgasm grow. She stroked me and pointed my cock at my
face. It was right above me. I knew what she had in
mind. I just looked up and shook my head no. Pleading.

“Little fag boys are rewarded with cum. Don’t you want
your rewards?” She asked, never stopping that rhythmic
ass fucking she was giving me.

I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop my orgasm. Just
before I was about to cum, she slapped my face. HARD.
And said, “Open your fucking mouth faggot. Slurp up your
first load.”

I could tell by the way she said it, it wouldn’t be my
last. But I had no choice. I opened. I came. I don’t
think I’d ever have cum that much before in my life. Cum
just poured out of me. It got in my eye, up my nose, in
my hair; but mostly, it went into my mouth. My wife
raised her eyebrow. I knew what was expected. I
swallowed.

I guess the sight of me giving myself a facial as she
fucked my ass was enough for my wife. I saw her slit her
eyes a bit. She was cumming. She grunted. Somehow she
managed to shove more of the cock into my ass. She was
pulsating. Hell, she came like she had a load to shoot.

Satisfied she shoved me to the side and laid back on the
bed. I didn’t even notice she had taken her nightie off
while she fucked me. Now she just lay naked, with a
giant dildo in her lap. She turned over and played with
the alarm. She looked down at my shriveled up cock and
chuckled.

“Okay, sweetie, your turn, you have twenty minutes to
fuck me, just however you want to.”

I didn’t move.

“No? Well why don’t you clean off mommy’s cock until you
decide how you want to use that ‘massive’ tool’ of
yours.”

I was burning with embarrassment again. Despite myself,
I slinked down between her legs and sucked on her cock.
That’s how we fell asleep, her lying back on the bed,
resting her hand on the back of my head, while I milked
her giant dildo.

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