Fucking Festival of Fucks

As soon as my period ended it became a non stop fuck fest around here.  Saturday night.  Sunday morning. Sunday night.  Leaving one  sore and happy cunt here.  I have so many sore parts from his punches and nipple twists, pussy pounding and paddles.  

This morning he came in to wake me up just before he had to leave.  For some reason he'd let me sleep in and made his own breakfast, not unheard of, but rather unusual.   It gave me a slightly guilty feeling, having missed out on making his breakfast and tea, but bed was just so warm and cozy.

He jerked back the covers and bit me on the chest, lightly.  Looking at me with intense dark eyes, he says, "I just want to prey on you."

I wanted to be his prey, be devoured, ravished, hurt, inflamed.  
I wanted to touch myself when he moved away.  But I didn't. Instead I got up to help the smaller kid get ready for school.  

Going backwards:
 
Sunday morning I broke one of his rules.  We'd been up very late the night before, but I still woke sometime early and snuggled up to him.  Evidently I woke him up with my persistent snuggling, which is not allowed.  He asked me if his Not waking Master up rule was out the window, or what? 

Ummmmmm.  I had no reply. 

I asked if he was going to punish me and he said yes.  Punishment was to be that I'd have to watch all of the Walking Dead with him and not ask any questions like "Who's that?" or "What are they doing now?"   Zombies completely creep me out, so I rarely watch it- just enough to know some of the plot and characters, but I often leave in the middle when it gets scary. 

 I also normally ask a lot of questions.   

Anyway, back to Sunday morning.  After he seemed like he was going back to sleep, I was still lying there awake, so I tried to slide out of bed.  A sleepy arm encircled me and grabbed my tit.  So I stayed.  It was really nice and snuggly, but I couldn't sleep anymore and my coffee was calling me.  I tried to slide out of bed again and his sleep-grip on my boob only got tighter. 

Another ten or twenty minutes went by and when he rolled over I did slide out of bed.  I made it about 5 feet away and was just putting my robe on when he said "Come here and give me a blow job." 

It is back to bed for me, then. 

A blowjob turned into some hot and rough sex, and many orgasms were had.  Much later we rolled out of bed together and I made some bacon and biscuits for breakfast.   We had a very lazy Sunday, except for our walk of three miles, then after the Dead (Spoiler alert- someone died!)  and the kids were put to bed, Master let me get in bed first, but almost instantly he was pulling back the sheets and fucking me.  I was so dry it really wasn't working, so he applied lube and yanked my feet up over his shoulders.  Yum, sex.  In the end he came in my mouth.