Ten Minutes to Pleasure

The insistent chirping of her phone ripped through the morning haze, shattering the last vestiges of a dream filled with stolen moments and burning desires. Just as her mind lingered on the exquisite sensation of his calloused fingers tracing the delicate curves of her backside, the notification flashed across the screen: “You’ve got ten minutes to get naked in the bed. I better find you ass up with your pussy good and lubed.” A jolt of adrenaline surged through her veins, a potent cocktail of anticipation and panic. Her husband, a man known for his demanding nature and a penchant for pushing her boundaries, rarely expressed himself so directly, let alone with such a blatant request. She glanced at the clock – 10:10 am. He had a meeting at 10:30, a prospective tenant he was eager to impress. Time was of the essence.

Without hesitation, she rose from the plush king-sized bed, the lingering scent of last night’s passionate encounter still clinging to the linen. The air in the bedroom was thick with the lingering fragrance of sandalwood incense, a scent she’d carefully chosen to enhance the sensual atmosphere. As she stripped off her silk pajama top and bottom, the cool morning air brushed against her skin, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. She found the lubricant, a thick, shimmering vanilla dream, left out on the bedside table, a silent testament to their shared indulgence. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she began to explore her own body, teasing her clitoris with her fingertips, reveling in the escalating heat that spread through her core. The anticipation built with each passing second, a delicious torment that both thrilled and terrified her.

The sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway, signaling his approach. She quickly positioned herself on the edge of the bed, her body angled to catch the morning light streaming through the sheer curtains. As she waited, she couldn't help but analyze his movements, picturing his muscular frame, the way his muscles flexed as he navigated the stairs. It wasn’t just her desire for him that fueled her anxiety; she also felt a strange sense of ownership over her body, a need to prove her worth in the heat of the moment. The door swung open, revealing him standing in the doorway, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He moved with purposeful efficiency, discarding his coat and boots before stripping off his undershirt and sweater in a single, fluid motion. The sight of his erect, rock-hard cock, glistening with anticipation, sent a fresh wave of heat through her.

He climbed onto the bed, his weight solid and reassuring against her body. Immediately, he began to caress her, tracing the contours of her thighs, ass, and pussy with a tenderness that quickly dissolved into raw desire. His voice, a low rumble, sent shivers down her spine. “Yeah, baby, that’s the pussy I’ve been thinking about,” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. She shifted slightly, succumbing to his control, and found herself kneeling before him, her head pillowed on the pillow, her eyes fixed on his every move.

He knelt behind her, parting her legs to reveal the glistening expanse of her vaginal opening. Her labia and clitoris, already swollen with anticipation, tingled with pleasure as he ran his fingers along her sensitive flesh. He moistened his lips and then dipped them into the lubricant, applying the viscous liquid to his cock before delicately circling her clit with his finger. Simultaneously, he began to rub her pussy and clit with the rest of his hand, applying firm, rhythmic pressure. “It’s time to get fucked, little girl,” he said, his voice laced with dominance. “I know you want it.” “Yes, I want it,” she whimpered, her voice barely audible, her body trembling with a desperate longing for release.

With a swift, decisive movement, he pulled his member from her pussy, applying immediate pressure to her anal opening. He stroked her sphincter up and down several times, expertly finding the perfect spot where pleasure would be most intense. Then, he inserted his cock into her anus, pushing steadily until he felt the sweet release of her orgasm. As he continued to thrust, she arched her back, her body convulsing with pleasure, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Simultaneously, he grabbed a generous handful of her right ass cheek and squeezed it firmly, feeling the muscles in her thigh tense and then release. He then delivered a swift, shocking slap to her backside, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through her body.

Now positioned on her hips, he began to thrust with renewed vigor, pressing her into an angle that maximized her pleasure. He moved his hands eagerly across her curves, smacking her backside with his pelvis on every thrust and widening her ass to accommodate his pleasure. "Oh, God," she moaned, her voice raw with sensation, as he took her from behind, immersing her in a frenzy of passion. Waves of pleasure radiated from her pussy and spread throughout her entire body, her muscles clenching and releasing in response to his relentless assault.

As he continued his assault, his thumb returned to her anus, pulsing rhythmically against her sensitive flesh. Then, his left hand groped for her breast, finding her hard nipple between his fingers. He stroked it between thumb and forefinger, deliberately squeezing from breast to tip, drawing out a generous amount of warm milk. Even as she shivered with pleasure, she felt the power of his thrusts intensify, pushing her closer to the brink of oblivion.

Finally, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience, she let out a primal scream as a torrent of hot, sticky cum erupted from her pussy. She collapsed onto the bed, her body limp and exhausted, yet buzzing with an unparalleled sense of satisfaction. Lying on top of her, he smelled her hair, neck, and ears, growling and kissing her with unrestrained passion. They remained intertwined, lost in the aftermath of their shared pleasure, the lingering scent of vanilla dream and sandalwood incense filling the air.

As he finally rose to his feet, he gave her one last, lingering kiss on the back of her head before turning to leave, his work complete. The door closed behind him, leaving her alone in the opulent bedroom, a blissful smile playing on her lips.

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