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Mitsuki was relaxing on the couch in a cotton shorts and half tank top set, enjoying TV with her husband. Her feet kicked playfully as her infectious laugh filled the room when a funny commercial came on.
Mitsuki’s foot rest, Masaru, grunted but remained still as his back took the brunt of her efforts. He was thankful for the knee and elbow pads. He was getting older and the hardwood floor wasn't getting softer.
Masaru loved how she dressed, but what he loved even more was how she felt when taking complete control of him. Sometimes it was the typical leather or lingerie, but his favorite was when she wore regular clothes—because he knew she was comfortable. He usually wore nothing but his collar, like he was now, or sometimes just his undergarments.
He was lost in his thoughts and realized it was another commercial break and he was not sure what she would do. She often spanked him, teased him, or completely ignored him.
Masaru truly didn't mind either way and always answered truthfully when she asked what his color was. They now used the color system because in the past he has been so overstimulated or so deep in subspace he couldn't remember his safe word.
A few seconds before the commercials were over he felt the cooled spade run down his ass cheeks making his hairs stand up. Masaru mind raced trying to determine what she would do, his cock filling with as much interest as his mind.
He let out a breath thinking that was all but then his balls were stinging his fist balling up as another swat came quickly behind the first two.
“Whats your color baby?” Mitsuki asked looking at Masaru’s flushed balls as he trembled slightly trying to be a good footrest.
“Green” he grunted before the cooled spade once again returned.
She whipped his asscheeks ,inner thighs, and balls until they were bright red and precome was pooling on the floor under him.
Masaru whimpered and moaned the entire time enjoying the pain. "Thank you miss" he said barley above a whisper.
She was laid back comfortably, enjoying her show. He felt proud that he was able to maintain his position..
“Quiet down pet this the best part” her voice floated to his ears without the usual bite as his cock thighs and balls stung. .
Once the show was over the weight lifted off his back. Her soothing hand was massaging his back ass thighs and balls. Everywhere except where he wanted her to touch...he whined.
“What's wrong hon?” She asked innocently. Masaru hips bucked desperate for friction. She gently gripped his hips and he stilled.
“Use your words honey bun” she loved when he was a pleading begging mess.
“Please” he rasped “touch my cock” he finished barley above a whisper making her clit throb. "Need it..you so bad"
“Why should I?” Mitsuki teased getting up to undress “I haven't even came yet” She sat back down as he turned around eyes now leveled with her mound.
She clipped the leash on his collar hook then tugged him forward. He put up no resistance as he took in her natural scent mouth watering.
“Well go on love eat, no need to look like a hungry dog” Mitsuki chuckled then gasped as he hungrily ate her out licking and sucking from her clit to her hole before sticking her tongue in her wet tight hole repeatedly loving the sounds she made as she tugged his hair.
“Mmm get up here now” Mitsuki ordered then repositioned herself now on her back head on the arm rest.
He climbed on the sofa and sighed as his knees got some relief her tugging him caused him to be repositioned off the knee pads which were mini gardening kneeling pads. The floor was hard but sofa was soft.
He licked his lips worshiping her beautiful legs kissing them down to her mound again. His tongue circled around her swollen clit before gently sucking as he inserted a finger in her curving it as he watched her tug on her nipples and bit her lip.
Mitsuki's moans became louder and louder as she became restless under him. He smiled knowing she was close inserting another finger curving both as he sucked her clit hard knowing what it takes to push her over the edge.
Mitsuki remembered to take deep breaths as she came hard him licking and slurping it all up before she pushed his head back overstimulated.
After catching her breath she rolls over and he groans admiring her ass. She positions the pillow under her hips as she lays her head sideways on the arm rest.
He quickly moved behind her, placing his leash in her hand, his long neglected cock painfully hard. His kisses and nipps at her ass cheeks before devouring her ass hole loving her small mons.
“Fuck put that small cock in me now!” Mitsuki grunts deciding to let him fuck her this time knowing he want last long. She spread her legs, turning slightly on her side.
He blushed embarrassed. They both knew he was average but he liked being told he is small and honestly he was to her he was the smallest she has ever had.
They both gasped as his pushed his tip inside her. He slowly entered her inch by inch not wanting to hurt her as he rubbed all over her. His hands gripped her ass once he bottomed out.
“Aaa- Mitsuki please you cant im going to-” His moans and pleading filled the air as she moved her hips back knowing that he was trying to calm down so he didn't come so soon but she was so tight, wet, and warm.
“You better not or I will put you back in chastity ” She tugged the leash pulling his head to hers devouring his mouth as he slowly moved his hips, his moans filling her mouth as he throbbed inside her.
She broke the kiss “Harder beta male” she demanded rearranging herself into doggy style to match his thrusts, her walls pulsing around him as her clit throbbed
He gripped her hips holding on as she used his cock. He was so close to coming and focusing so hard on not coming before her he was scared to fuck her harder.
“Fuck Masaru get me pregnant” She moaned feeling him even deeper in her.
Her hips slowed as his increased, chasing his orgasm while making sure to bully her sweet spots. He watched her come undone gripping and bitting the couch pillow.
Her pussy was squeezing him so tight. Her fat ass bouncing. He came soon as he felt her juice flow down his cock. He immediately pulled out and licked her clean loving how their juices tasted mixed together.
“I love you,” she whispered, facing him and kissing his forehead as they cuddled after a nice, relaxing bath.
“I know. I love you too,” he responded, rubbing her belly—hoping she was pregnant.
As they were dozing off, the doorbell rang.
“I know y’all old fucks are home. Put some damn clothes on and let me in—we cooked dinner!” their adult son demanded through the door.
“They never remember family dinner night,” Katsuki grumbled to his partner, who laughed.
Masaru gently untangled their limbs and got up to find them something decent to wear.
“Hopefully the next one is more like me,” he muttered.
Mitsuki nodded in agreement, slipping on a bra, panties, and a simple dress before heading to the door to let their brat in—and give him a piece of her mind—while her husband got dressed and began setting the table