I could barely breathe. I was burning with uncontrollable desire. I wanted to be fucked, rough and dirty. The need was overwhelming, almost animalistic. But I could sense he wasn’t going to give me what I wanted right then. He wanted to play with me. And I wanted him to.
He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear with one muddy finger, leaving a trail along my temple. He pinched both my lips together with his dirty fingers and smeared mud over my mouth. He parted my mouth with his fingers, and slowly shoved two fingers inside my mouth.
“Suck them clean.” He ordered.
I took in his thick fingers. They went deep in the back of my throat, and I retched and fought back tears. I used my mouth to sucked them clean. I had mud in my mouth now, but I didn’t care. I licked every bit of mud off his finger, and then finished off by sticking my tongue out and licking my lips.
He took out his fingers and examined them.
“Good girl. You will get rewarded for being a good slut tonight.”
I smiled. I loved it when he praised me in the bedroom and called me his good little slut.
“Fuck me, please.” I pleaded.
But he didn’t say anything. He just looked at my body from head to toe. He looked at my skin smeared with dirt, and at my nightgown, a crumple of mud around my waist. He looked at me like I was art, and I’d never felt more beautiful.
His hands found the hem of my nightgown and he tore it apart, and I was completely naked on the floor now. He brought his face closer to mine, and the intensity of his eyes made me shiver like a helpless puppy.
His hands kneaded my breasts roughly, and I cried out in delight. He traced his hands all the way down to my crotch and smiled when his hand found my panties, feeling how soaked they were.
“You’re a wet little horny slut, aren’t you?” he murmured.
“Yes, sir, I am. I am horny and wet. Please fuck me like the dirty slut that I am.” I pleaded again.
He yanked the panties down roughly, then took more clay from the floor. Slowly, deliberately, he smeared it across my stomach, my thighs, my crotch. He shoved two filthy fingers inside my pussy and I felt the cold sticky mud inside of me. I moaned, my back arching off the floor. “Mark, please, please fuck me. Fuck me hard, Mark—”
He took out his fingers. “Call me Sir.”
“Yes, Sir. Sir, please. Sir please, fuck me, please” I begged.
“You forgot your manners. You know you can only address me as Sir.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” I managed.
“Too late. You will need to wait longer now.” And with that, he took his fingers out of my pussy, and pushed me back on the floor. I laid there, helplessly waiting for his next order.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded, his voice rough. “Show me how much you want this.”
He stood just long enough to strip off his clothes while I obeyed, my hand sliding between my legs. I worked my bare, wet clit, spreading myself so he could see me glistening. Then I moaned as I slipped twofingers inside myself, curling just right. Fuck, it felt good, but not as good as I’d feel when his big cock would be inside of me. Anytime now, god, yes please.
I watched him undress—this man I’d known for fifteen years, this man I thought I’d lose—and felt tears mixing with the sweat and clay on my face.
Then he was back on his knees. “Good girl. You’ve earned it now.”
He pressed his weight down on me and I gasped against his mouth. He bit softly on my nipples, and then steadily increased the force while he sucked on my tits. I yanked my head back in delicious pain. My hair was getting more soaked in mud, and I felt like a dirty whore. Mark’s whore. Only his.
He pinned my arms on either side of my head and stared at me. I loved this part. I loved that he knew how I liked to be fucked. And I loved that he could make me feel like a sexual slave and a sex goddess at the same time. At that moment, my husband was my lover, my master, and the other half of my body and soul. He owned my every atom, and I happily submitted my body and soul to his desires.
I parted my legs and his large, hard cock went slowly inside. His hips thrusted, and I gasped and moaned at every thrust, melting into submission as he pinned my arms down stronger with every move. My tits bounced with every shove, and my body jiggled with each shunt. With every stroke, my body dug deeper and deeper into the mud, splattering it all over my body. He drove me insane, and my eyes rolled up in blissful submission. I felt his cock sliding inside of me, and within seconds, he was fucking me faster and harder, and I moaned louder with each thump. His cock worked like a dream inside of me and I knew how important it was for him to give me the pleasure I was pleading for. I could feel the peak beginning, the room spinning, my breath quickening. He pummeled me just like I wanted it, and with each jerk, I groaned and moaned like a horny slut. Our bodies slid effortlessly over the pool of mud around us, and my pussy squelched with mud and cumand I reached the peak of orgasm, gasping, pleading. I clenched around his cock, my fingers uncontrollably digging into his palms. I felt like a helpless whore, getting pounded on filth by my husband. By the man who knew every molecule of my body, who will always own my deepest desires and fantasies. He came a few seconds after me, and slowly released his grasp over my fingers. I opened my legs further, and presented him with my dripping pussy. He smiled and came closer again to kiss me softly on my lips.
“I love you. Only you,” he whispered against my neck. “Only ever you. Remember that, always.”
“Mark,” I sobbed, not sure if I was crying from pleasure or emotion or both. “I love you. I love you so much.”
We clutched each other like drowning people, and in that moment, nothing else existed except us.
Later, we stood in the shower together, the hot water washing away the clay in muddy rivers that swirled down the drain.
