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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.

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