“My life sucks,” Kareem thought to himself. He had the same monotonous routine every day: Wake up at 6am, shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, take the metro, and get to the office by 8:30.
Kareem enjoyed his job. He had his own office, made good money, but, for some reason, he just felt things were always out of his hands. Like someone else was dictating his life and he was just doing as he was told.
Shanieke was in love. She had met the man of her dreams in college. She’d always heard rumors about Kareem but those other chicks didn’t know him like she did. He was a different man. It was his idea that they move in together and she eagerly accepted. She was happy with the direction her life was going.
Shanieke sensed something had changed in Kareem lately but she didn’t know what.
She thought he was stressed so she picked up more hours at work to help lessen his financial load to no avail. They shared chores but she thought taking on most of them herself would change his attitude but that didn’t help either. The sex was good but she thought that she could make things better so she involved porn, toys, lotions, handcuffs, and whips but nothing seemed to change Kareem’s mood.
She felt helpless.
“There’s nothing else I can do,” Shanieke thought to herself. “He’s clearly not happy with me so I should just go.”
Kareem had started to pick up on how different Shanieke was acting but didn’t know what to make of it. He assumed it was just her going through some mid-life crisis that she’d soon shake off.
He came home from work like every other Wednesday and there she was. Bags packed. Holding back tears. Shanieke was ready to explain to him why she couldn’t stay.
A cornucopia of emotions hit Kareem all at once.
Kareem placed his laptop bag down. Then, his briefcase. He untied his tie and began removing his cuff links, while walking past Shanieke, giving no sign of acknowledging a word she was saying.
She was defeated.
Her biggest fears were just validated. They were over. She began walking towards the door.
That’s when she felt it.
A sharp burst of pain from behind as Kareem grabbed her ponytail. He pulled her into the kitchen, all while her nails were embedded in his forearms.
“Let me go,” she screamed.
He released his grip and grabbed her by the waist before hoisting her up and placing her on the island. Shanieke’s skirt rode up and the sensation of the cold granite against her bare thighs gave her goose bumps.
She was hyperventilating and tears were streaming down her face, but he was emotionless. Kareem’s eyes were empty. She was too frightened to move. All she could do was wait on his next move.
They were both locked in each other’s gaze.
Kareem inched his way up Shanieke’s thighs. He grabbed the sides of her panties and pulled them from under her dress. She facilitated him by lifting her ass up off the island so he could remove them with ease. She was still panting, unsure of what to expect.
Kareem unbuttoned his shirt undid his slacks, until he stood there in his wife beater with his cock poking out of his boxers. The sheer girth of his dick made her pussy quiver just like the first time she saw his magnificent eight inches.
Fully erect, his veins were large and pulsating. The head was glistening with pre-cum. His balls hung just right. His shaft was chocolate brown.
Shanieke’s mind was going a mile a minute.
“Stand up now,” he ordered.
Shanieke had stopped crying but the bass in his voice made her shudder.
She didn’t move… She couldn’t.
“I said stand up.”
She stood, their eyes still locked.
“Get on your knees.”
She complied and knelt on the kitchen floor. It was cold and hard… Like him.
Reluctantly, she took his dick into her hand and kissed it. His pre-cum stained her lips leaving an all too familiar gloss.
“Suck my fuckin’ dick!”
Shanieke was hurt.
Her inner-feminist couldn’t believe that Kareem could talk to her like this, but her inner-freak wanted to obey his every command.
The latter personality won.
Shanieke took Kareem’s balls into her mouth. She sucked each testicle one at a time, flicking her tongue across the folds in his skin seductively until he grabbed her head.
“I said suck my fuckin’ dick not my balls,” he barked. “Now suck it before I shove it down your throat.”
Shanieke swallowed her saliva, debating if she should challenge him. The truth is she wanted him to shove it down her throat, but she obliged his demands.
She took his head and enveloped it with her mouth. Shanieke stuck her tongue into his opening and tasted his pre-cum.
It was salty.
She sucked on his head, gently and slowly. She twirled her tongue over every square inch of Kareem’s eight inches. As she took more of him into her mouth, half of his shaft passed her moistened lips. Then she teased him, slowly introducing Kareem to the back of her throat.
Shanieke let the protruding veins of Kareem’s cock massage her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She could feel his muscles contracting. She varied her suckling between hard and soft. Fast and faster.
“Fuck my face… Please!”
That’s the thought that ran through Shanieke’s mind. She wanted more of his dick in her throat and pushed down as far as she could take it. Kareem facilitated her the rest of the way.
He grabbed her head while slowly stroking into her eager orifice.
He sped up.
The sensation of her throat contracting did him in. She felt his explosion erupt in her mouth and trickle down her throat.
Shanieke began to retract her lips from his cock but Kareem grabbed her head again.
“Stay right fuckin’ there and swallow all of it, every fuckin’ drop.”
His wish was her command.
Shanieke’s pussy was soaked. Her thighs were moist. She looked up at him while taking in the last of his cum. All she could do is think about how much she loved him.
Kareem went flaccid. Shanieke had swallowed all that his body had to release.
All the frustration.
All the tension.
All the monotony.
Kareem was finally in total control and no one else could dictate his life but him.
Shanieke let out a sigh of relief. He was pleased. She was pleased.
She stood and began walking back to the living room to retrieve her bags.
That’s when she felt it.
A sharp burst of pain from behind as Kareem grabbed her now loose ponytail. He dragged her into the bedroom.
“Bend the fuck over.”
“WTF,” she thought. “Not again…”
Have you ever had angry sex? Would you be turned on or creeped out by a partner this aggressive? Have you ever had make up sex? Was it more passionate? Do some women like the idea of being dominated by their man? Is there a fine line between dominant and disrespect in the bedroom? Are you into hair pulling and spanking? Are you more open to orders in the bedroom when your partner knows what they’re doing? Did great sex ever keep you in a relationship that was on the rocks? Was this week’s Wet Wednesdays sinful enough for you?
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