Diary of M | A Housewife Bondage Blog – Anal Offering (Entry 5)

Diary, the following day, I returned to Hawke’s office and his little room upstairs. And he was there waiting for me.

“Good. Come in, M,” he said with interest.

“Thank you, Mr. Hawke.”

Skipping any other pleasantries, he stated, “Take off your clothes.”

“Yes, sir. Already?”

“Already,” he said flatly.

I obeyed his command. I took off my outer clothes—my overcoat, my dress—and placed them on the table.

He stared me up and down, appraising my body.

“You are a fine specimen of womanhood, M.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“For you age. Remove the rest.”

My black undergarments fell to the floor in two quick motions and I was naked before him.

“Go stand in that corner.”

“Yes, sir.” I walked over to where he pointed.

I faced the corner, and he tied my hands together behind my back with the cord he used the previous day. Without warning, he seized my legs, spreading them wide apart. With his confident hands, he made me raise my ass up.

“That’s right. Perfect. Now, M, tell me what you’re here for.”

“I want you to fuck me, sir.”

“Why?”

“Because you make me so horny, Mr. Hawke.”

“And why should I fuck you, M?”

“Because I need it. I need it so badly.”

“Give me a more compelling reason. My time is short.”

“I’m an unfulfilled housewife, Hawke. I need a man to take me. I need you and your expertise.”

“Tell me what you want me to do, M. Describe it. Every word.”

“I want you to fuck me, sir, whichever way you’d like. I want you to use my body. I want you to ravish me and make me your special whore.”

“You’re a special whore, aren’t you, M?”

“Yes. I’m a whore for you, sir. I’m your slut, and I need you to take me.”

“Today, I play with your ass.”

As he fetched the lube from a drawer, I nodded in agreement, and he proceeded to squirt it liberally on my backside.

“Raise it higher.” Hawke squirted even more lube, covering my entire ass.

He placed a finger at my asshole. “What is this hole for, M?”

“My hole is a plaything, sir. A plaything for you.”

“Very good.” He buried the finger in my ass.

Shock tugged at my eyes, and I gasped at his invasion.

He slowly pushed the finger in deeper and then slid it out.

“You’re tight, M.”

“Thank you, sir. My husband never goes there.”

“You’re welcome. I’m sure he doesn’t. That’s why you’re here.”

He continued to play with my ass, and my body relaxed into his examination.

It felt so good to have him touch me, and to have him dominate me in anal bondage. I enjoyed his hands on me, his touch, and how he penetrated my secret places. It excited me, and my pussy grew wet as his finger slid in and out of my ass, and I loved the feeling. It excited me to no end, and my pussy got wetter and wetter. He shoved a second finger into my ass, and I gasped at the sensation. His fingers glided in and out of my asshole, and my vagina flooded.

“You like this, don’t you, M? You love dirty acts. Defiling acts.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” he asked sternly.

“Yes. I like this, sir.”

“What is your hole for, M?”

“My hole is your plaything, sir. It’s my anal offering.”

“That’s right. It is.” He removed his fingers. “Now, bend over more.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll do whatever you want. You know that.”

I bent over.

“That’s not far enough.”

I bent over more.

“More.”

My legs strained as I jackknifed my body for him.

“That’s it. Just like that.”

My head almost touched the floor. His hands went to my ass cheeks. He pulled the fleshy muscles apart, spreading my backside. I felt his eyes on my anus.

“Beg for it,” he murmured.

“Please, sir, use me. Use my hole.”

“More.”

“Please, sir, ravish me, fuck me, take me.”

“You like this, don’t you, M?”

“Yes, sir. I love it.”

“Good, now, tell me what you really want, M.”

“I’m your ass slut. I’m your anal toy. I’m your hole for anal bondage.”

“Why should I fuck it, M? Why should I fuck your hole?”

“Because I need you to. I need it filled.”

“You need it, or it needs it?”

“It needs you inside.”

“Very good.” He put the head of his cock against my asshole, waited for dramatic effect, waited more, inhaled deeply, and then pushed. The flesh went in slowly, and the pressure inside me built up. I grunted, and a rushed air escaped my mouth. His binding on my hands tightened as I shifted a little.

“Relax, woman.”

I tried to relax. He pushed deeper. The molten heat of his cock filled my anal offering halfway. He plunged his rod inside a bit more, until he filled me, and then he yanked it out quickly, without mercy. I gasped as he jammed it back inside in one clean thrust, slid it back and forth, and then crammed it in. In and out, he took me. Each thrust was better than the last. Better than better. It felt right, like our secret, like an act that shouldn’t happen in this little room above his office. My thoughts drifted to his employees. Did they know what he did up here? Did they theorize about what he did to me? This was our taboo, and he was my transgression.

His cock became a part of me, Diary. A piece of the puzzle fit squarely into place. It was wrong, but wonderful. His pace quickened. Sloppy sounds filled the room as my asshole widened for him. I was dripping. He fucked my ass hard, hammering at me amazingly. I was so desperate for him, so hungry for his cock, that I needed his prick to fill me up. He fucked me like a toy, an object, and I loved it. I was so fucking hot for him. He fucked me and fucked me. I needed it so badly.

Between thrusts I murmured, “I want … more.”

In response, he jammed a finger alongside his prick.

“I want … more.”

Another finger joined the first.

“Even … more.”

His digits and fat cock stretched my anal offering to the breaking point, but I loved it. He fucked my ass harder and harder, and the moans and the pumping sounds filled the room.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God,” I panted.

“Do you … like it, M?”

“Yes. Yes. Oh, God. Oh, God. Fuck me. That’s it.”

“Do you … want to come?”

“Yes … fuck me. Fuck my anal offering.”

“Are you … my little bitch?” The man was running out of breath.

“Yes. I’m your bitch. Your slut. Your whore. Fuck me.”

“And I can … have you. Any time … I want. Any way I want. Ass. Mouth. Cunt.” He pounded me.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Any time you want, just use me, abuse it.”

“Are you … ready, M?”

“Yes. Yes. Oh, God. Yes. I’m ready. Fuck me. Fuck it. Fuck me harder. Give it to me.”

My climax neared, but I held it back.

“Oh fuck,” he lost control a moment before regaining it. “I’m getting close. I’m going to feed you, M. Do you understand?”

I nodded vigorously, racked with desire.

“Good. Get … ready.”

He barreled into me now with abandon. Fucking my asshole with three digits and his massive cock like it was the only thing that mattered. He splayed my ass wide from his assaults.

And then, he yanked himself out… Screamed—“Now! I’m coming!” He forcefully removed his member from my exhausted backside and then swiftly turned me to face him. I dropped to my knees, hands still bound even tighter with the movement, and then he blew.

Hot, gooey, creamy liquid hit the back of my throat, my tongue, and over my right eye. It was everywhere. It was hot, molten, and delicious.

“Swallow. Swallow it. That’s it.”

I did as commanded.

“Good. Now, clean me off.”

I sucked the remaining semen from his cock and licked it off his hands, and then I fell to the floor as my orgasm rocked my body. I didn’t know how he accomplished it, but he didn’t even touch my clitoris. It was the first time I ever came from mere thought.

“Good. Very good,” he said.

I was still bound and his ejaculate grew cold around my eye.

I whispered, “Are you going to untie me now?”

“Not yet. I have a business meeting in ten minutes. I’m going to shower quickly. You’re going to wait here a while. Think about what you’ve done.”

“What about my family? They’ll arrive home soon.”

“Make an excuse,” he said as he entered the bathroom. I heard the water flow from the faucet as I moved my bound hands to my pussy. I came two more times, diddling my clit while he showered.

He exited the bathroom, dressed in haste without a word, and went downstairs after he turned off the light.

Then he left me in total darkness.

Alone with my thoughts of this powerful man, my remembrances of my multiple orgasms, and the excuses I might tell my husband.

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