The Work of Art
Copyright© 2025 by Mohawk08
Chapter 25: - Mr. Stein
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 25: - Mr. Stein - A young husband learns he has the power to grant permission, and his young wife learns how to take advantage of it.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration Voyeurism Big Breasts
There is nothing like a whole day dedicated to fucking. When that fucking is with the woman of your dreams, there is really nothing better -- not even a day when your company pays you a salary to play golf totally at their expenses, which is still pretty cool.
Carl is on a plane to Omaha with Lynn, thank you very much, and his sexy wife is coming to my home. Yes, yes, I am planning for her to stay for the next three days, and I’m fully aware how out of character that is for me. So what?
I am so tired of everyone lamenting my change in nature. My plan today is to prove to myself that she is not different, but one more cunt in a long line of cunt. I am still the same old piece of shit SOB everyone thinks I am. I’ll show you all.
When the doorbell rang, I was still in my bathrobe with nothing on underneath. I have not shaved, and I haven’t even brushed my teeth. I put down my coffee and go answer the door.
The Work of Art is standing on my front steps in a t-shirt with no bra and headlights beaming at me. She also wore a short skirt and sandals and was hauling three, count them, three suitcases. She smiles sheepishly. Even my little dummy knows that’s more clothes than any human needs for three days.
“What took you so fucking long,” I barked.
“I’m sorry, Harry. I had to put on my makeup. I wanted to look pretty for you,” she said, smiling and gawking at my swinging dick. Gotta love that.
“What are you doing with all that shit?” I asked.
“I didn’t know what we would be doing, Harry. So, do I need clothes for work, or going out to dinner or just staying here?”
I grabbed her luggage and violently tossed it in the hallway. I grabbed her and slammed her up against the wall in my foyer. I kissed her as hard as I could, and she didn’t need long to join me in the kiss.
Looking right into her dazed face, I pulled the phone from her hand, opened the camera and started filming. I lifted up her skirt and jammed my other hand into her panties. My fingers found a very moist pussy rather quickly.
“I’m going to fuck you non-stop for three days. You’re not leaving my house until I’m done with you. That’s what we’re fucking going to do. I’m going to get you out of my system and then get back to my life. Do you understand?” She shook her head affirmatively.
“For the next three days you belong to me. You’re mine. Only mine. You are my cunt and my cocksucker. Do you understand?”
She nodded again.
“Say it,” I demanded.
“I’m your cunt and your cocksucker, Harry.”
“For the next three days, you will also call me ‘Master.’ You will do everything I say. You will not question me, just do as I say. Do you understand, cunt?” I worked that little pussy harder as she stood there trembling with pleasure.
“Yyyeeeesssss, Maaaaasterrr,” She slurred. My expert hand found her G-spot.
“Smart girl.” I took the front hem of her t-shirt and lifted it over the back of her pretty head. The dazed little slut did nothing to stop me as I used the garment to secure her arms behind her.
“Your purpose for existence, Charlotte, is to suck my dick and take my prick. Now get down and worship your master,” I ordered. Without the use of her arms, she had trouble getting onto her knees, so I helped her kneel in front of me.
I pulled out my cock and unceremoniously stuffed it in her mouth. I held her head back, so she could look in my eyes. She gagged almost immediately as my cock banged into the back of her throat and her head banged into the wall. “Do you like my cock in your mouth, whore?”
“Yes, master. Thank you, master.” Excellent I thought, she’s totally into it. I worked that pretty face hard for a couple of minutes until she had saliva hanging off her chin. I took a handful and smeared it on her face.
“You can cockwhip me, master,” she said. “If ... if you want.” Good idea. I just might want to!
“I know I can, bitch.” Thwack, thwack, thwack. I slapped it on her forehead and cheeks as she moaned.
“Oooooohhhhhh! Thhhhaaaannnkkk yooouuuu. I looooovveee it, Maaaaasssterrrrr!”
“You live for that don’t you, my horny little slut.” I didn’t give her a chance to answer as I stuffed my cock back in her mouth. “Suck harder, slut. Show me what you can do.”
I removed my hands and let her take over while holding the camera close to her gorgeous face. My perfect little girl went at it with rare enthusiasm. Her honey blonde head flew back and forth. The suction and warm wetness of your perfect mouth calmed me like no blowjob ever. She loves my cock, and I love this fucking girl.
I started the day so pissed off about her jealousy over Lynn and Carl. Fucking Pretty Boy! I wanted to make her pay for that shit. But the way she melted at my touch is melting me in return. Her willing submissiveness is so intoxicating. It’s making me already want to go easy on her. Goddamn it! Maybe I do love her. Fuck me!
I gotta fight through it. Never feel sorry for anybody. Prove she doesn’t mean a thing. Treat her like the piece of shit she is. Like the piece of shit I am. Fuck.
“Gluck, Gluck, Gluck,” she forced her throat down on my cock like I trained her the previous week. She has a Gump-like ability to master simple tasks perfectly. I marvel at this girl who I once took for a complete idiot.
I pulled out and slipped my thumb into her mouth to see if she’d suck on that. She did willingly without prompting. My sweet little love is a natural fuck toy. I slipped my thumb to the side of her mouth, pinching her whole cheek in my hand and pulling it out to the side in a fishhook. My other hand on her forehead forced her eyes on me once again.
“Charlotte, on your feet. It’s time to fuck.” I picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder caveman style. Letting this slut know who her master is, is more important than my aching back.
“Yes, master.” I carried her into my bedroom and tossed her onto her back on the king size bed.
“When I come back I want to find you completely naked with your legs spread as wide as you can get them and your feet pointed high up to the ceiling. I want that pussy open, wet and ready for your master. Do you understand, slut?”
“Yes, master. I can’t wait,” she said, smiling and kicking off her sandals. “I’ll be ready, baby.” I went to the kitchen to get another cup of coffee. I love to make them wait in some slutty pose just to see how long the dumb sluts are willing to wait.
I came back with my coffee and the camera running 10 minutes later. She was absolutely ready as I had described. I walked slowly around the bed capturing her from all angles. Make her wait.
“Did I do it right, master? Am I a good little cunt for you?”
“Should I send this video to Carl, so he can see what his little whore wife will do to get her master’s cock?”
“Ooohhh, that’s so dirty. Yeessss. Send it.”
I would do that later. After that I propped up the camera and slowly removed my robe. Her eyes followed my cock around the room. My beautiful slut couldn’t look away. Fuckin A.
“Do you want it, slut?”
“Yes, master. I want you. Fuck your cunt. Fuck her hard, master. Do whatever you want to her.”
“Oh, I will. I want her to know who fucking owns her, who she fucking belongs to now.” She had no response to that. Well, I would just have to show her. “No matter what I do, you keep those legs high in the air just like that. Do you understand?”
“Yes, master.”
I crept onto the bed from the bottom, crawling up between her legs and then over them while dragging my hardening cock along her skin. She held her breath waiting to see what I would do, but I did not stop till I was straddling her head with her arms trapped under me.
I roughly grabbed the hair on the top of her head and my dick at the base, waving it over her face. Once she realized what I was about, she moaned and offered up her face. “Please, baby,” she whimpered with eyes wide open. “Do it, please.”
I never saw a woman who loved to be cockwhipped like this one. I sure have seen those that hated it, but none that got as turned on as Charlotte. Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack. My cock came down heavy on her beautiful face. “Aaaaawwwww, baaaaabbbyyy,” she groaned.
I rubbed my dick around her face thinking it might be better if it was wet. So I spit on her well made up face a couple of times and then slapped my cock in it, spreading any foundation or rouge or whatever the fuck that stuff was. She looked up at me shocked. Get used to that feeling baby. You’ll be a lot more shocked by the time the day is over.
Thwack, thwack, thwack. “Ooohhh, yyyeeessss. Oooohhh, baaaabbbbyyy!”
“Suck it, slut. Suck you master’s cock.” I pulled her head up and stuffed my cock in her mouth again. “Yeah, suck it good. Take it deep, baby.” I let her have some dick for a minute and then pulled it out.
“You’re a good cocksucker, Charlotte,” I said, and she smiled brilliantly. “You didn’t learn to suck cock like this with Carl. Did you?”
“No, master,” she said shyly. “I just sucked his dick for the first time last week.”
“No shit! Where did you learn to suck cock like that?”
“Mommy’s friend. He taught me.”
“God, I thought your mother was some kind of tight ass, and it turns out she was exactly the slut you said.”
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