Sunday is for slaves

The sun was pouring through the thin white curtains in our bedroom, casting a dusty light over the bed. Devon was still asleep, stretched out on his stomach, jet-black hair messy and tousled. His arms were tucked under the pillow, and I couldn’t help but admire his strong, muscular arms. 

Looking at him now, so big and taut in that masculine way, you’d hardly know that he was my sex slave every Sunday. 

Since we both had busy work schedules, we found it hard to find time to really dive into our kinks. We were able to fit some quickies in during the week, but we rarely were able to indulge how we wanted. So we decided to make Sunday our sex day. It was a whole 24 hours dedicated to fun and crazy sex. It was something we looked forward to every week.

Devon suddenly stirred, finally waking up. His eyes fluttered open as he smiled at me.

“Good morning,” he said, groaning. His voice was gravelly with sleep. 

“Good morning, sunshine.” I reached out to run my fingers through his hair as he rolled over. “You know what to do.”

We started every morning the same way: with Devon eating my pussy. It had become part of our routine, and he knew what to do without even being told. Normally, he just slid onto his stomach and ate me out that way, but today, I wanted something different. 

While Devon was still on his back, I pulled my legs over his face and pushed my pussy up against his mouth. I loved the look on his face while I sat on him. His green eyes widened as they looked up at my naked body, grinding on top of him. I had sat on his face plenty of times before, but rarely first thing in the morning. 

“It’s never too early in the day to be put to use,” I said, sighing pleasurably as he began to really lick my pussy now. 

I helped him along by sliding and up and down his face, leaning forward a little bit so his tongue could connect to my clit. He dragged across it in slow, gentle circles, just how I liked. 

“Fuck, yes, right there,” I moaned, closing my eyes as I let the pleasure take over me. This was the perfect way to wake up. It was one of the reasons I looked forward to every Sunday.

I loved Devon’s muffled, quiet noises while he ate my pussy from below. He had closed his eyes and just seemed like he was lost in the moment with his mouth full of my wetness. 

When I came, I grinded hard and fast against Devon’s outstretched tongue. He kept it just like that, allowing me to ride him how I needed to get off. My orgasm was long and stretched-out, like our lazy mornings. It was a slow build that started at my core and worked its way through me. 

Finally, I had finished cumming and slid myself off of Devon. When I looked down at my boyfriend’s cock, it was hard and throbbing. I straddled his muscular, tanned body in a reverse cowgirl position and lowered my wet pussy down onto his cock.

“Holy shit,” he groaned. “That feels so good.”

“Mm,” I said. “Don’t forget to ask permission to cum.”

I bounced up and down on top of him for several minutes. Outside, the world was just starting to wake up, and so were we.

“Fuck, may I cum, Goddess?” Devon groaned, his hands desperately grasping my ass cheeks while I fucked him. “Please?”
His voice was urgent and thick with a franticness that made me laugh. He really was eager to cum. I was feeling generous that morning, so I told him could cum.

After he pumped my pussy full of cum, I slid off of him and stood by the bed. I could feel his cum dripping out of me and falling onto the floor.

“Go get ready for the day,” I ordered, pushing my fingers through my wavy blonde hair. “Then come back here to the bed. I’ve got a plan for you.”

Devon’s eyebrows shot up. “What have you got brewing in that brain?” he asked.

I rolled my eyes. “You’ll see. Now, go get ready. And no clothes allowed!”

After about twenty minutes, Devon was still naked and back in the bedroom.

“Lie down,” I said, nodding my head towards the bed.

There was only a moment’s hesitation from Devon before he laid down like I requested. Once he was on his back, I reached into the wood chest at the foot of our bed. We called it our toy box. I grabbed our leather restraints from the box and held them up in the air. The look that crossed over Devon’s face was priceless. 

“I’m about to have my way with you all day long,” I said coyly, attaching the restraints to his ankles and wrists. The restraints were attached to the bedposts so that Devon was now spread eagle.

Something like arousal flashed in his eyes, and it made a smirk slide up my face. He struggled weakly at the restraints.

I crawled onto the bed and sat on his face again but this time, I didn’t give him the chance to take any control. I reached down and held his face still, sliding my pussy across him. Devon’s muffled moans vibrated against me, which turned me on even more.

“Fuuuuck,” I groaned, closing my eyes as I found the perfect angle. Devon’s tongue was firm and splayed out against my clit, and I moved my hips faster and faster.

“MMMF!” moaned Devon, his eyes big and wide as they stared up at me. 

I came hard, and my thighs squeezed down on either side of his head. The orgasm was harder and more intense than the one I had just had, like my body had finally woken up.

“Lick me clean,” I commanded, dragging my wet hole against Devon’s waiting mouth.

“Yes, Goddess.”

He slid his tongue against my opening and lapped up every drop of my sticky juices like I had ordered. I knew how much he loved it, how much he enjoyed tasting me, but it wasn’t about him today.

For the rest of the morning and afternoon, I used Devon as needed. I decided to use the free day to go through my clothes in the closet, sorting out the ones I wanted to donate to charity. I gave Devon a fashion show while he lay naked on the bed, unable to move an inch. I’d slide on a dress or skirt, spin around for him, and then I’d get back on top of his face.

“You’re the best distraction,” I sighed, settling on his head once more. 

I was facing away from him, with my hands on the bed in between his spread legs. My skirt was bunched up around my waist, and with the way I was leaning forward, I was able to get a lot of momentum. I bounced my ass up and down on Devon’s face, his nose getting shoved right against my asshole. I could hear him struggle to find the space to take a breath, but he eventually got the hang of it. He always did.

I must have sat on his face for hours that day. I think I came six or seven times in total. The last time I sat on him, I was feeling generous again.

“Since you’ve been such a good slave today,” I began, “I’m going to let you cum again. How does that sound?”
“It sounds amazing. Thank you for being so generous, Goddess.”

With that, I plopped my thick ass right back down on his face, my ass cheeks resting their full weight on top of him. I leaned over and began to slide my tongue over his cock. He had been hard off and on for hours, so I’m sure the release would feel amazing for him. I really was a generous woman. 

I bounced my butt off his nose and mouth at the same rhythm I was using to suck his cock. His stifled moans of pleasure were getting increasingly louder, so I made the blowjob sloppier than I ever had before. His shaft was soaked in drool, and it spilled out of my mouth at the corners of my lips. 

Finally, Devon’s cock started to twitch in between my lips, and I readied myself for the load of cum that was about to flood my throat. I swallowed down every hot drop of cum. 

Once I raised my mouth off of his cock, I licked the head of it clean and sat up, putting my whole weight on Devon’s face. I gave my ass a good shake on top of him before I finally slid off.

I started undoing the restraints holding him to the bed. 

“Come on,” I said, freeing his arms and legs. “I want to go watch TV in the living room.”

Devon followed me downstairs, where I had more plans for him and his mouth.