A gay story: House Wife in Training Ch. 04
I awoke in the morning with him holding me loosely. His dick was strangely fully erect and speared between my thighs and under my privates. I could see the head proudly poking through and putting my genitals to shame.
I was able to get out of his arms and get up. His dick made a faint thud on the sheet as it slipped from behind me.
I bent down for my socks. My hole was still a little opened up, and slimy. A shameful reminder of what happened last night. With my white ankle-high socks and his oversized blue T-shirt, it made quite a cute outfit. Nothing I wanted to wear, but I didn’t really have a choice.
I brushed my teeth with an unopened toothbrush he had in his bathroom closet. It was weird that he had one of these laying around… but I didn’t question it. I was just happy to get his stupid cum out of my mouth.
His cum being in my mouth isn’t what bothered me but having it in me on my teeth all night is really gross.
I stepped downstairs, not really having anything in mind. I just wanted to get some space from him.
The quietness in the house was comforting. By now, my penis stopped hurting from the number of times I orgasmed. I can’t even remember how many times. Getting bored walking around the house, I decided to make some food. He had some eggs and bacon. I was a pretty good cook. I knew how to fry an egg confidently. The bacon was easy, he had an air fryer.
Under half an hour later, after finding where the pans and silverware were, I was plating the cooked eggs, but was still waiting for the bacon. I was standing on a step stool that I found lying around. It was perfect for me.
I heard his heavy steps make way to me. I stayed still, hoping if I didn’t make a move, he wouldn’t touch me. My heartbeat rose a bit.
I was wrong. He came straight for me and wrapped his hands around my body. One arm just under my nipples, and the other over my belly button.
I sucked in a breath from his invasive touch.
He pressed me into the counter and grinded himself into me, giving me a few kisses on the cheek as he toyed with my nipples through the shirt. I shuffled nervously, just letting it happen.
“Mmm… I like a girl that can cook.” He whispered before giving me a kiss.
“Uhm… b-but I’m not a… girl.” I whispered with him
“Who said you were?” He teased with a shift in his tone but keeping his voice low. He kept peppering my face with kisses but the vibe in the room changed.
“You’re just doing chores, right?
*Kiss*
Your job…”
*Kiss*
I nodded worryingly.
“But you know… what I don’t like… Is a ‘bad’ girl.” He thrusted into me with a grunt, making me squeak.
My body went stiff. He remedied that by pushing his palm on the small of my back. I was forced to arch my butt into him. He gyrated into me harder.
“I’m sorry.” I spilled out without reason.
“Shhhhh….”
“Do you know what bad girls get around here?” He quizzed me.
“I- uhm, I…” I whispered.
“-They get ‘fucked’.” He emphasized that word, practically snarling.
*Thrust*
“Augh.” I groaned in a high pitch.
“With this right here…”
*THRUST*.
A whimper broke out from the pressure he was grinding on me with. His attitude felt like it could boil over at any second, or maybe it already has. I couldn’t tell.
“As long as they listen to their Daddy… And know their place in this household…”
He held up a handheld bottle of lube and ran it along my left cheek while speaking. I gasped, going rigid while my butt clenched. I knew exactly what it was.
“There won’t be any problems.”
He stuck his tongue out and licked up my right cheek, holding the left side of my head. I felt his rough tongue slide up my soft skin like sandpaper, making it wet and cold. I closed my eyes, grimacing while slightly shaking in fear. I couldn’t help but believe that his words were threats, and he was talking about me.
In the moment, I felt way too exposed against him. The fabric of the shirt was the only protection my butt had from his groin. I could feel the huge bump rubbing on me.
“Give Daddy a kiss.”
He turned my head to him and pressed his lips to mine before I could answer, opening his mouth over my lips instantly. I felt his tongue slide past my lips and dominate my own tongue. I was shocked and was only able to grunt from how fast he went.
He kept kissing me like that for a minute before his head pushed into me, making my neck tilt back to unwillingly submit to him. I could feel his saliva flooding my mouth. I had no choice but to swallow it.
I whimpered into his mouth while he groped my body and grinded lightly. He sucked through my lips, taking the air out of my cheeks and thrusting his tongue in further. I couldn’t do anything about it.
His controlling eyes burned through my vision while he continued.
He stepped back after what felt like a long time. I took a moment to process this while breathing heavy, but better again. I felt so violated. He gave my cheek a peck and patted my butt before going to the island.
We sat at the kitchen island where I sat our plates. Our stools were close together, at the corner of the counter. The island was a rectangle. You would pass in between the shorter side and the counter to get to the fridge.
Of course, that’s where I was sitting. It felt more out of place. It made me more anxious, but that was probably the point.
I didn’t move my chair anywhere else than where he placed it. I didn’t want to defy him in any way, especially after his speech. I thought the food would make him a little happier at least.
He froze, making me freeze harder.
Lifting up my plate with a generously smaller portion, he poured it on his plate, smiling at me while scraping twice with his fork. I couldn’t believe what he did… but I didn’t dare say a word about it.
He set the plate down in front of me calmly. The tension in the room was sharp enough to slice metal. I was sitting there awkwardly, not knowing what to do before he spoke.
“Every morning when I get up… you should know that I get morning wood… like any man. But you weren’t up there this morning… were you?”
My mouth opened to plead my case, but the words didn’t come out. My eyes started to water.
“You just get up and walk around the house like you own the place, huh… I didn’t think I’d have to make that a rule, It’s common sense. Wouldn’t you think? So, that’ll be your strike for today.”
He forked at his food with bits of aggression. I stayed quiet, with my head bent down a little and my eyes on the floor. I Swallowed hard with a dry mouth. I noticed he lifted his head, looking at me like a tiger does to a fawn.
The anticipation made me jump when he spoke.
“Put this cock in your mouth, that’ll give you something to do.”
He twisted his lower body towards me. His dick was draped over the seat and hung off, awaiting attention.
I sat up and took a step forward. I lowered on my knees before his weapon. I didn’t waste a second more of his time, taking the head in my hands, and then my mouth. The overhang of the island separated my vision, limiting me to see just up to his landing strip bellow his abs.
I sucked on him, getting four inches of his shaft in my mouth when I attempted to deep throat him. This didn’t amuse him though. I tried to make him happier by massaging his balls.
It took me around fifteen minutes of my best effort before the only grunt I heard from him was as he reached down and forced my head down on him and emptied down my throat. I only gave a small gag, getting used to the feeling.
He finished after his sixth thick string of sperm made its home in my tummy. I got the rest that didn’t make it out of his long tube and cleaned him up immediately. Even though it was the bare minimum in this house, I hope it made him less mad.
I stood up wiping my mouth and taking a step back to not be in his space. I fidgeted with my fingers, waiting.
He pushed his plate back and made a hearty burp.
“Do the dishes…” He ordered in a monotone voice. He got up and went to the couch.
“You better not get that shirt wet; you hear me?”
The voice on the tv turning on masked my “Yes, Daddy.”
I decided to just take the shirt off to not take any chances. I folded it neatly on the island and did the dishes completely naked except for my socks. My chest was a little wet, but nothing a hand towel wouldn’t help.
I was naturally more attentive to him to help the overall mood. I got on the couch with him and crawled up into his lap and under one of his arms. He watched the tv, but I only pretended to.
He walked off without a word after an hour, pushing me off him but squeezing my thigh. I thought I got through to him a little. I followed him around like a lost puppy. I don’t know what I wanted. I guess I wanted to show loyalty, because he was unpredictable when mad.
I felt like I was walking into a trap when we both went to the half-bathroom. I was going to just tip toe away, but he looked over and saw me watching him. He laughed deeply without opening his mouth and aimed for the toilet. I don’t think hardly any went in the seat. He purposely aimed at the lid, splashing all over the floor.
I sulked, watching defeated. I knew I was going to have to clean it. He finished up and shook himself to get the last drops out on the floor.
“Clean it.”
He shoved past me noticing I didn’t move. The start of his scoff got cut short when he saw the sadness in my eyes.
He bent down to my level. His face on the side of mine while one of his hands rested on my hip. He kissed me on the cheek while I looked off at the mess.
“I’ll be back later honey.” He said the word ‘honey’, mocking my mom, but I still noticed the regret in his voice.
I heard him walk off and shortly after, the front door open and close.
I got paper towel and stayed in there for thirty minutes wiping It up. Not only was there a lot, but this was so disgusting to do.
I had five layers of paper towel between me and the wet spots but still pinched the paper while coughing. I almost used the whole role as well as a bunch of bleach spray.
I finished after washing my hands three times. I walked out the bathroom and went to look out the window. His car was gone.
It felt nice being the only one here. I wondered around, just chilling out for a while and later went up to his bedroom to shower. I got in bed to get some sleep and enjoy the peace I was offered.
I’m used to sleeping naked after a shower, but it would be stupid to try something like that here. I put on one of his clean T-shirts and the shortest socks he had.
The shirt was dark green. The socks were black and went over my ankles by four or five inches. I hoped he didn’t mind me going through his dresser.
It was ten at night when he got back. I noticed that I napped for about four hours.
I heard grocery bags being put on the counter downstairs. I didn’t get up though. I didn’t want to be in his way.
He came up half an hour later with something in his hand. He had a smile on his face, giving me a bottle. I read it, finding out it was a perfume.
“Sorry for making you clean that up, babe.” He spoke like he meant it.
I cringed from the pet-name. I didn’t know how to feel about the present though. I defaulted to being weirded out, but I thanked him anyway. I had to admit, it did smell really pretty. I left it on the nightstand and went back to bed.
I had a better time sleeping when he was done with his shower. He got into the covers with me and cuddled me real close, spooning into me like last time as we dozed off.
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It was Sunday morning now. His yawning woke me up right after him. I noticed he did have morning wood like he said, and it made a huge tent in the blanket. He got up and went to the toilet. He actually did aim right this time, but he didn’t shake off like before.
He finished while I was sitting at the end of the bed, wide awake now. He clicked his tongue, pointing at his dick. I carefully got up and stepped to him. I noticed the pee on his slit. It grossed me out too much to continue.
I took a step back and he took a longer step further, getting closer to me. He frowned with a low grunt. I looked up into his annoyed eyes.
“Please don’t make me.” I meant for a serious voice but only whimpered out.
“Strike one.” He said in a non-forgivingly. He took another step closer to me, jutting out his penis.
My heart began racing now, and my body spiked with adrenaline. I took another step back. He didn’t step forward this time. He stood still, but looked like he was ready to grab me at any second.
With all my effort, I ran as fast as I could out of the room. I shuffled down the stairs fast. His bedroom door that I closed behind me slammed open. I heard thundering footsteps behind me, creaking the wood.
I screamed out of fear.
I made it down the stairs, almost tripping. I briskly ran off, not looking behind me. I heard him take his time stepping.
With the short time I had, I looked around the room. The best place I could hide in the moment was behind the kitchen island, blocked by the view of the hallway he was about to walk through.
I got behind it and sat on the floor with my knees to my chest. My arms balled my body up and I was shaking with fear. It was like a horror movie. His crashing footsteps came to a halt on the other side of the island.
Seconds had passed without a sound being made. My heartbeat banged in my ears.
I put my head in my thighs not wanting to see if he found me. I was utterly terrified.
My breathing was short and high pitched, his were deep and long.
He baited me with a fist slamming on the counter. It worked.
I gasped, and in no time, he came straight for me.
“YOU!”
I flinched with a whimper.
He picked me up by the arm, untangling my ball.
“Wait, please!”
He put me on the counter with my legs hanging off. I was facing the living room. My hands were to my sides, but I didn’t move a muscle.
“I-I’m sorry Da-ddyyy.”
I begged with my voice cracking from my weeping. He slammed the bottle right next to my head in front of me, making me scream shortly from the force.
He lifted up his shirt I was wearing, exposing my bottom. There was no time to bargain. He was already naked, and I had nothing but one layer of material separating my whole body from him.
“Daddy, p-p-please!” I begged through his busy movements.
He growled heavily and took his lube back.
“…Daddy-”
*SPANK*
“OWwww.” I brought both my hands back to cover myself. I heard the bottle cap open. I tried my best to block exactly where I knew he was going.
His actions were fast and methodical. I already heard his meat making slopping sounds. My mind had trouble catching up.
He pushed through my last defense effortlessly. Pointing with two slimy fingers, he dove straight in my button.
“AH!”
He shoved himself knuckle deep and started finger fucking me.
“OW! W-w-wait, Daddy!”
My hands weren’t strong enough to push away his machine-like pistoning. With both palms, I took hold of his hand to at least try, but his skin might as well be made out of iron. He made quick thrusts with his fingers, making me go “Ugh!” each time. I was squirming while he did that for another minute. He curled his fingers inside me, and was able to find that special spot fast, like he always knew where it was.
“Oh, ow- Stop! Ugh-h-h.”
I tensed up from the rubbing he was applying inside me. He was going in circular motions on that spot, tickling my brain.
“Sto-stop. Pleaaaase.” I begged with a groan.
He was dead silent, only breathing calmly. Surprisingly, he listened to my plea, but what came after was far thicker. My rapid breathing caught up with my beating heart.
He got up closer and sunk his head in easily. My cheeks clenched from the sudden invasion. Now I wish I didn’t reject his fingers. He popped himself in fast, making me cry out.
“GUAH, WAIT!”
My hands were still behind me trying to stop him, but he grabbed them both and pulled, lifting my chest off the counter, into the air. He used that leverage to push in deeper into me. His whole shaft slid against my spot as he drilled into me.
“Oh my GOD!… Augh-NO!”
He had way less trouble than last time and got all but three inches in me like before. My body was rigid, and my eyes shut tight from the alarming size that stretched me. I couldn’t help but grip and un-grip it.
Eventually I couldn’t hold back my pleasured hums. It made me sound so desperate. The rubbing on my special spot never stopped. I came within a minute under him.
I squeaked longingly and high pitched through my closed teeth. Everything around me was noiseless, except the squelching from the intercourse. He kept hammering me, not slowing down at all, and barely making a grunt. The endurance of his strong body probably didn’t even break a sweat off him.
“Fuckin’ stupid brat. You’re cumming all over this dick, aren’t you….. AREN’T you!-”
“-No!” I gasped out, struggling to contain my little grunts and breaths.
He fucked me for another five minutes before another orgasm struck me.
“Ughhhhh! Daddy! Oh nooo…” I was thrashing again. He threw my arms that sprawled out on the table and pushed my head into the counter against my cheek. His other hand gripping my hip.
“Daddy, Stooop! Please!” I was heaving by now.
My lower body was going numb after the multiple minutes of him constantly sawing in and out of me, grunting sometimes.
“You ‘love’ this dick, don’t you!…Tell me to how much you want this cum! Tell me to cum in you!”
“Ughn, ugh, ugh, huh, uhh, Da- Daddy, hugh- ugh-…please!”
My body felt like it was falling apart. He didn’t care about my shaking body and interrupted moans from his thrusting.
*SPANK*
I cried out from the slap. Before groaning with clenched teeth.
“DADDY… cum in me… Please?”
He didn’t reply.
*SPANK*
“OW!…I- I love it, Daddy.”
“That’s right…” He growled.
He was still unrelenting. Ten minutes of pounding and another orgasm went through me again, making me speechless. I held my breath for the duration of my climax. Fireworks were shooting inside me. He couldn’t have missed my contorted face. My ears were ringing, and I almost couldn’t hear him.
“Is this butt mine?” He bellowed.
I groaned lightheaded. A *SMACK*, and a heaving thrust that separated itself from the others followed.
“Huaaah.” I gasped for air, back to reality.
“I won’t stop, unless I know it’s MINE!” He blurted.
“It’s yoursss, I s-s-SWEAR! Pleaaaase!” My voice was thin and high pitched.
The longest minute past while I withstood his torture. I finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel… or rather heard.
“MMMmmmm…” His rhythm ended, as he held inside me. He shot out his sperm with a deep growl, filling my guts thoroughly.
all I could manage was a girly “Ugh!” with my mouth gaping open and eyes wide. My vision was blurred from my tears. I withstood through my final orgasm, caused by his dick jumping in me and the feeling of his hot caramel spewing and oozing. I strained my arms to push him back. I could only feel an outline of his flexed abs with the tips of my fingers.
He pushed into me harder, curving backwards to get as deep in me as he could. The pleasure I was going through was so much that my stomach ached as it contracted. There was a small sting as he pressured into me, unsuccessfully getting anymore of himself deeper.
The clenching my body made to shoot out my own cum made my insides tighten on him. It was as if my butt was giving him a blowjob, yearning for his seed despite my demise. He stayed in me a while longer.
When he pulled out, my legs started shaking uncontrollably from the emptiness I felt. Cold air replaced where his organ used to be. I rolled down my shirt to cover myself back up, embarrassed of my body. I could feel his cum leaking out down my thighs. We both heard it spurt out in a silent room. It was so humiliating.
“Go ahead and start vacuuming.” He ordered.
He backed up to watch me. I took a minute to recover before pushing myself down. My legs were like jelly, and I fell on the floor, on my side. A big splash of liquid slapped on the ground under me.
He wore a wicked grin on. He fucked me so hard I couldn’t walk. I got up on all fours, trying to get up to prove to him and myself that his dick alone didn’t just immobilize me. I just put my head down in shame, shaking in place from the after-orgasms.
He squatted down enough for me to feel his words breathe down my neck,
“Never mind. You can take the day off today.” He patted my head roughly and walked off chuckling.
I started to tear up. The spike of irritation in my eyes wanted me to hurl an insult. The disrespectful touch on my head made me feel like he thought of me as nothing but a pet. Nothing came of it though. I panted through my chattering teeth, recovering from my punishment.
Around a half hour later I was hugging myself in a fetal position, by now I was breathing normally but I kept myself from his sight to have my own personal break. He was back in the living room now, watching tv.
I got lost in the voice of an announcer talking away about the plays in some sort of sports game.
The soft gust of wind tickling my behind was all I could tell that he came over, standing behind me.
“Get up to my room and clean yourself up. You look ridiculous.” He ridiculed.
I took a second to pray that my legs could walk me there. I leaned up and put a hand on the counter for support. Begrudgingly, I accepted the hand he offered me so I could stand myself up, although a little hunched over. I glanced at him where he still had a stern face.
I put more weight on my legs, making them wobble aggressively. He barely assisted me, except for his hand as he followed closely behind.
I whipped my hand away to grab the handrail of the stairs. I made my way up, sometimes getting on one knee to give my legs a break before continuing.
I heard him snicker lowly. ‘I bet he thought this was just SO funny.’ I made an annoyed huff, turning my head to him.
“Got something to say, boy?” His face lost his smile a little.
Pressure in my chest built as I stared at him a little longer. The Insult I had ready, cowered back into my throat as I looked away.
“That’s what I thought.” His voice was sharp.
He acted like a third parent, but with benefits. ‘His’ benefits.
A couple minutes passed as I made it to his bed and sank into it on my back. My penis felt tingly. I wanted to itch it or just feel it… But that would be touching myself, and there was a rule for that.
I wanted to do it bad, just to spite him, but the pros didn’t nearly outweigh the cons. The anxiety I had while my eyes never left the door, was too much for me to try.
‘What if he barges in. It’s his bedroom after all, and if he catches me… I don’t know what would be worse than what he just did…’
I decided to nap, basking in peace and fluffy covers. I woke up momentarily to ongoing repeated notifications. The messages my mom sent me were of concern and then panic.
I responded quickly, to which she instantly replied. She checked in on me, reminding me that it was Sunday night, and offered to stop by if I wanted. I obviously declined.
I swiftly went back to sleep, deciding I’ll clean my school clothes early in the morning. It probably passed a couple hours when I opened my eyes to my own arm motions. He must’ve come in while I was sleeping. He had my hand wrapped around him, getting him worked up, using my hand to jerk him off.
I thought he was just being mean, so I moved away. I wish I didn’t. Pulling my hand let him know that I was awake.
“Oh, perfect! Suck me off.”
He was cheerful and cold at the same time. I sulked but did as I was told and blew him for around half an hour. I cleaned him up after he came down my throat… nothing new… The only problem I had was I knew he won’t let me brush my teeth, but I suppose it was better than the contrary… better than him fucking me…
He held me in his arms, spooning me as if he owned me. Spooning is probably going to be the norm… I should get used to it. He made sure to press tentatively at my lower like last night too.
“I need to get up really early tomorrow, please. I have to do my laundry.” I whispered, unsure of his response.
“Cool… then be quiet and get some sleep.”
The constant orgasms I had hours ago still had me wiped out, so I had no problem falling asleep.