In the kitchen, Claire was washing the dishes in an oversized T-shirt (mine) & no pants. The smooth pale skin of her legs was creamy contrasting with the darker wood grain of the floorboard. She has big tits which never failed to turn me on (DD ... drool drool). She could always calm me down by taking off her shirt & putting them in my face for me to suck on. She wore no makeup, & by all accounts she was minding her own business. So, I sidled up to her, & I asked her how it was going. While she was explaining to me how her day was, I suddenly began to grope her tits.

“Baby...” she said in a voice half annoyed yet half turned on. She wasn’t the best actress at that time.

I ignored her, fondling her right tit then I reached under her shirt & began rubbing her nipple. I was groaning a bit, not too much, like almost a whisper. My cock was getting to be rock hard. She could feel it against her ass, instinctively rubbing on it like a horny teenager at a shitty basement party in a Queens Italian-American neighborhood.

This was the first time I ever did this without affirmative consent. She had been hinting her desires strongly: she wanted me to treat her as constantly available. Later, I learned this practice is called free use.

She started grinding harder on my cock, & she reached for my left hand which she guided anxiously to her free tit. She told me that she was wet, so I bent her over & just put it in. She was my bitch now: I don’t need permission. I couldn’t think too clearly. I was horny, & my mind was in a lust fog. Her pussy was so tight, too. She made this moan that sounded like she was crying which got me even harder. She’d say stuff like you’re hurting me on purpose as she figured out that I liked hearing this. She liked it rough.

After that, I would seek her out around the house whenever I wanted to have fun. Sometimes she’d play hard to get, but my cock was too hard & my biceps too strong. She knew I was in charge. We did this at least four times a day. She really wanted to see the semen drip out of her pussy. I got her pregnant, & we had to put her on the pill. I really wanted to make her the mother of my children, but not yet. Coming inside of her was to own her. She was my property, my personal slut. She would wear lingerie around the house & wanted operations. She enjoyed getting me hard & making me come. It was like her life’s mission to be the best slut.

To get back to the kitchen, I ended up nutting inside of her. I lost track of time, but afterward she told me I didn’t pull out for two whole minutes. She told me that I was in a trance, & that I had slapped her.

“A light slap it was so hot I like being your whore you abuse slap me more often and”

She certainly knew how to anoint her queen.