Things had been hard between us for awhile. Not the kind of hard where you fight and scream and hate each other, I might actually have preferred that, but rather the kind of hard where neither of you really tries to talk to the other and you both just kind of sit in silence.

Jessica and I had been together since we met in the dorms in our freshman year of college. I had just broken up with my long term high school girlfriend and was kind of on the rebound, and Jessica was a gorgeous bust redhead from some state that mostly grew corn.

We fucked like crazy in the beginning, sneaking away to find solace in each other’s arms whenever we could, and while it may have been more lust than love at first sight the romance followed after us.

Now I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about her, she is not a bad person, not by any means. Jessica is not only one of the warmest and most genuine people I have ever met, but she is incredibly funny and down to earth. It might actually have made what was happening easier if she had been a total cunt.

It might sound like a bit of a copout, but our main problem was we were so damn busy. We had both graduated the same year, her with a double major in biochem and physics, me with a mathematics degree. Naturally we had moved in together, both to save money and because neither of us could picture life without the other.

What neither of us had counted on was how difficult the real world truly is. While we had thought we were busy in the sheltered world of academia, with its tests and papers, the real world was another beast altogether. Jessica landed a 6 figure job as a researcher with a local outfit, while I got hired on as part of a research team. Both of us loved our jobs, but working all day at a job that just seems to suck the brain out of you has a cost, even if you love it. The cost we had to pay was in time together, our jobs were demanding and time consuming and what little free time we had was usually spent on something mindless in an effort to recharge.

We tried at the start to make an effort, we would make plans to go out on the rare time that our schedules synced up. However invariably one or the other of us would just be too drained to actually follow through on our plans. Eventually we gave up all together and dropped even the pretense.

But not going out anymore was the least of my issues, after all I am something of an introvert as it is, I would take a movie together on the couch over a crowded party any day of the week. What got to me however was the lack of sex…

Now I will freely admit that I had my own role to play in how things have gone. I turned her down more than once when I was just too tired (something I kick myself for now…)

Now let me tell you about Jessica… She really liked it rough and hard. What’s the phrase? “Rode hard and put away wet”, well that was her to a T. She liked to say that she didn’t like to have sex, but she loved to be fucked.

This particular aspect of her personality may be part of the reason our relationship had been in decline. Although she was beautiful having rough sex takes a fair amount of energy from both parties and if you have had a long day at work chances are you just can’t muster up the energy to do that.

So that brings us to the day that saved our relationship.

By this time we could both tell that something was wrong, that we were drifting further and further apart, though neither of us quite knew what needed to happen to turn things around.

In the end we settled on having a “date night” at least once per week, time that we would spend together, just the two of us.

Sadly, like so many things lately, date night was better in theory than in practice. After the first time or two we quickly fell back into old patterns, and date night fell by the wayside. But I was not willing to give up yet, I made one last attempt…

The day that we had agreed on for our date night fell on a friday evening. All day leading up to the planned evening I was nervous and excited. I was hopeful that I might get laid, that there might be an end to the sexual drought, but I was nervous that the relationship might have to end if this didn’t work out.

Work dragged by until, at last, quitting time came. I rushed home feeling like a kid waking up on Christmas. Like usual I beat her home and took the time to shower and shave and make myself look at least somewhat presentable for her. While I was taking my time in the bathroom and heard her come home and the shower start in the other bathroom. I figured she must have had the same thought as me and was getting ready for the date.

When at last I finished my prepping and preening I stepped out into the bedroom. I was a little surprised to see that she was not there, though there was evidence that she had changed clothes at some point.

“Honey? Are you ready to go?” I called out.

I heard a vague reply and headed out towards the living room while resisting the urge to shout back at her.

“What was that hun?” I asked as I entered the room.

I was shocked by how good she looked, although she was always beautiful to me she rarely got dressed up or put in the effort to look nice. She was dressed in a black blouse and a short gray skirt, both of which showed off her body to good effect.

“About that hun…” She said.

There was a nervous tone in her voice and my heart dropped as I realized that she was likely about to tell me that she had to cancel, again.

“What….?” I said carefully.

“My friend called while I was at work, her boyfriend just broke up with her and she needs some cheering up.” She said.

“You are canceling on me?” I said, I could feel the anger and the hurt bubbling up inside of my chest, threatening to overwhelm me.

“I have to, she needs me…” She said. She wouldn’t make eye contact with me, she looked at everything in the room except my face.

“I need you!” I said.

“We can do it next weekend…” she said

“No!” I responded.

“Honey, dont be difficult.” she said.

All of a sudden, just as my emotions threatened to overcome me a thought popped into my head. There was no reason for her to get so dressed up just to go see a friend, I knew she was not cheating on me so the only reason must be that she had dressed up for me… But then why the act? Why pretend that she needed to go out?

My grandfather had once told me that every girl wanted to feel valued, wanted someone to fight for them, to show them that they mattered. Something told me that this was a test, she wanted to see what I would do… and I didn’t want to disappoint her…

I closed the gap between us and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her body roughly against mine. Our eyes locked at last, and instead of anger or fear, what I saw reflected in her eyes was unbridled lust.

I bent her over the nearest object, which just so happened to be our dinning room table. I made sure that my grip on her hair never wavered. I expected protest, or even some sound of distress given how firm my grip was on her hair. Instead, I was rewarded with a moan of desire, a sound I had not heard from her in a distressingly long time.

Instivenly she put her arms behind her back, as if she was being arrested, pressing her enormous breasts down onto the polished surface of our table. In a surprisingly dexterous move, one which I seriously doubt I could make again if I tried, I dropped my pants and freed my cock.

Although I am the type that is so frequently aroused it is almost comical, the sight of her being submissive and obedient aroused me like nothing else. My eyes were locked on the expansive cleavage that was exposed as she pressed down against the table. I was so engrossed by the sight of her flesh that I almost didn’t notice as she shimmed closer to me and took my cock into her mouth.

“Oh fuck…. That feels so damn good.” I groaned.

The moist heat of her mouth combined with her near expert use of her tongue always drove me crazy. She bobbed up and down, sliding her lips along my shaft as best she could. Her efforts were hindered by the restrained position I had her in, as my grip on her hair had not slackened and she could move no closer without pain.

Although we had experimented with rough sex in the past, and had rather positive results, we had never delved deeply into domination and submission, though looking back now I have no idea why.

“Thats right, suck my cock you fucking slut!” I groaned.

She said nothing intelligible, as it can prove to be difficult to annunciate with a rigid cock in your mouth, but she moaned in an agreeable sort of way.

“Are you ready? Ready to take my cock in that tight little hole of yours?” I asked

She nodded mutely.

“Good girl, I am going to fuck you right here on the table!” I said.

Ripping my cock from her mouth I moved around behind her. Obediently she stayed where I had left her, neither moving nor speaking as I inspected her. She was wearing a gray skit that barely covered her ass, not that I object to that of course, and flipping up the short length of fabric revealed a lacy black thong that she tended to wear when she wanted to feel “fancy” as she called it.

One sharp tug dropped her panties to the ground and revealed the smooth lips of her shaved cunt. I could tell that she was already worked up, the rough treatment driving her wild. The lips of her labia were already swollen and pink, parting just enough to highlight the moisture gathered there. I ran a finger between her lips, as much to tease her as to verify that she was in fact ready to be fucked.

“Ungh!” she moaned as my intruding digit penetrated her.

I smirked at her reaction, forcing my index finger deep inside of her, crooking it just enough to hit her g-spot. Her back arched at the sudden stimulation and she let out a strangled moan.

I was satisfied that she was indeed ready to be fucked.

Taking firmly by the hips I positioned myself behind her before slipping my cock between her lips.

I pride myself on not being a “one pump chump” but as the velvety walls of her pussy wrapped around my cock I almost came. She was tighter and wetter than she had been in a long time, and her cunt almost radiated a palpable heat. If I were a religious man I would have said that this must be what heaven felt like.

I pulled her back against me, thrusting forward at the same time to maximize the impact. Each time I thrust into her the force rocked her body, causing her breasts to sway and bounce even through the shirt and bra she was wearing.

Both of us seemed to have suddenly devolved, reduced to a near animal level where grunts and moans appeared to be our only way of communicating. I again took a firm grip of her hair, pulling her roughly back towards me and arching her back. I grabbed a handful of one of her breasts, pawing at her delicate flesh through the thin veneer of her clothing.

Every tug of her hair elicited a moan, and caused her cunt to contract around my cock in a most delicious way.

I let go of her hair unexpectedly and she collapsed against the table like a puppet whose strings have been cut. I leaned back and delivered a open palmed slap directly to the flesh of her ass with enough force to leave an imprint of my hand on her bare cheek.

“God yes! Spank me!” She moaned

I delivered another slap, this time favoring the other cheek so that she had a matching pair of hand prints tattooed on her ass.

I pulled out my cock and she groaned in obvious disappointment at the member’s withdrawal.

“What are you doing?” She mewled

Saying nothing I grabbed her skirt and yanked it down around her ankles before returning and grabbing her top which then joined her skirt on the ground at our feet. In a few short moments she stood before me nude.

I had forgotten how statuesque she was, aside from a glimpse while she was changing or coming out of the shower it had been a long time since she had been naked in front of me, and even then we had so often fucked in the dark.

Taking her by the wrist I guided her over to the couch and gestured down at it. Taking the hint she lay back on the couch and spread her legs obediently.

Her massive breasts hung only slightly on her chest, gravity’s cruel touch affecting her only slightly. Her lower body was almost completely smooth and hairless, the only exception being a small triangle of hair directly above her pussy.

Taking my cock firmly by one hand I launched it into the cleft between her legs, forcing the whole length inside of her in one smooth motion. She groaned and her eyes closed in blissful release as my cock forced its way between the lips of her cunt.

I wasted no time after that. It had been so long since the last time we had fucked, and her mouth and submission had turned me on to such an extent that I knew I would not be able to last much longer before cumming.

I rolled her over onto her side, lifting one leg which I latched onto for leverage allowing me to slam into her harder than ever before. Her breasts, now free of their cotton prison bobbed and weaved in a purely hypnotic fashion, each thrust eliciting a response as though they were keeping time of our passion.

At some point she moaned that she was cumming and I could feel her cunt squeeze around my cock like a vice while she whimpered incoherently, however I paid little attention. I focused as hard as I could on not cumming, fighting a losing battle as every thrust brought me closer to completion.

In the end biology took it course and I could feel my orgasm rise up within me like a ferocious beast.

“Im cumming!” I growled.

“What?” She said back, her eyes were still glazed slightly from her own climax and she did not appear to register what I was saying.

But the time for talking was over, I was to far over the edge to do anything but give in to forces greater than myself. I thrust as deeply into her unprotected cunt as my cock could get. Pulling her body against my own I could feel the wave of cum explode into her. I made a few half hearted thrusts, doing little more than push the cum deeper inside of her.

Neither of us had thought about protection before this had gotten started, after all she had planned on leaving not having sex.

“Oh fuck!” She moaned as I withdrew my cock which was promptly followed by a flow of cum.

“I’m sorry I…” I started to say

“That was so fucking hot!” She said, cutting me off.

“You aren’t mad?” I asked hesitantly.

“Fuck no! That was the best sex we have ever had! Why don’t you fuck me like that more often?” She responded.

I didn’t really have an answer for that. Although I could argue that I had tried to have sex with her in the past I could not deny that I had never taken control like that before today.

“Soooo… does that mean you want to do it again next week?” I asked.

“Do it again next week? Honey, I want to do it again tonight!” She responded

“I am sure that could be arranged….” I said smiling widely.

I took her hand, leading her to the bedroom, leaving behind our clothes, forgotten on the living room floor, we reveled in ecstatic debauchery as we renewed an acquaintanceship to long neglected.

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