The Christmas Boots - Part 4

Click here to read the previous parts of the story.

Vince's hand slipped under Charlotte's sweater as he kissed her neck. His fingers danced gently over her smooth stomach on their journey to her breasts and she let out a soft moan as he skillfully built her arousal.

"I want you," he said softly before his lips found hers for a tender, deep kiss.

Charlotte was turned on, but she was surprised to find that she didn't want Vince, at least not in the way he wanted her, as he clearly intended on fucking her.

"Why do you want me?" Charlotte asked when Vince moved to kiss her neck once more.

His hand - which was now fondling her breast through her bra - stopped all movement as he offered a surprised look. "Because you're beautiful. Because you're my wife. Because I'm turned on. Because having sex with you feels incredible."

Charlotte was struck by a sudden desire to deny her husband what he craved. She glanced at the boots - the boots that continued to fuel her dominant desires - and smiled at the way in which they'd completely changed her thinking when it came to sex and sexual pleasure.

"You haven't earned the right to fuck me," she said pointedly.

Vince looked taken aback by her simple, straightforward statement. "What do you mean?"

Charlotte grasped his arm and pulled his hand out from under her sweater. She swiftly straddled her husband, lifting her skirt and settling her crotch over his and smiling at the erection she felt pressing against her panty-clad pussy.

"My pussy is a precious gift, Vince," she said softly while grinding her hips over his crotch. "It's a gift that I'm in total control of. I decide who gets to enjoy that gift. I decide who receives the pleasure of my pussy. You don't get it just because you're my husband or because you want it. You get it when I've deemed you worthy of it, when you've earned the right to enjoy it, and you haven't earned the right."

A defiant look crossed his face and Charlotte immediately grabbed a handful of his hair, pulled back hard until he was staring up at the ceiling, and smiled as he let out a quiet, pained moan. Causing him that hint of pain was enough to make Charlotte's pussy tingle and she leaned down and kissed his neck, offering a sensual moan to make it perfectly clear how much she enjoyed toying with Vince, pulling his hair, making him suffer just a little while he offered no resistance.

Charlotte pulled his hair harder as she felt an unfamiliar surge of aggression work its way through her body. She'd never been the sort of woman to feel even a hint of aggression, and yet there it was happily bubbling to the surface as she manhandled her husband.

"I'll let you inside me," she said softly, "but you need to earn it, Vince. You need to be a good boy and earn the right to enjoy my pussy, to fuck your wife. You clearly don't think you should have to earn it, but things have changed. My pussy belongs to me and me alone and if you want to come anywhere near it, you're going to have to earn it."

"I will," he said with just a hint of desperation in his voice.

Charlotte released his hair, leaned back, and pulled her sweater off. She unhooked her bra, grasped her breasts to play with them a little while Vince stared, and then leaned in once more and let him suck on her nipples.

Electric shocks of pleasure rushed down her spine and between her legs as Vince ran his tongue over one nipple before moving to the next. He licked and sucked like his life depended on it, though Charlotte was going to make him do a great deal more to earn the right to fuck her.

"That feels so good, baby," she said. "Your tongue is so talented. Your lips are so soft and sexy and talented. You use them so well. That's how you can earn the right to enjoy my pussy. You can use your lips and tongue. Will you do that?"

"Yes," Vince said eagerly. "I'll do anything. I will. I promise, I will."

Charlotte climbed off his lap and unzipped her skirt. It dropped to the floor and she lowered her panties as Vince gazed between her legs at what Charlotte knew he craved and what he'd been denied for quite some time.

"Is this what you want?" Charlotte asked as she reached down, spread her pussy lips, and slipped two fingers inside.

"More than anything," Vince replied.

Charlotte fingered her exceedingly wet pussy, closed her eyes, and reached up to play with her tits. She used her thumb to play with her clit, deepening her pleasure while her husband remained on the couch, watching her indulge in self-pleasure as he no doubt fantasized about the pleasure of actually being allowed inside her.

"Go to the bedroom," Charlotte instructed as she opened her eyes and pulled her fingers from her pussy. "Strip and get on your back in the bed. Don't touch your cock. Remain naked and on your back until I'm ready for you."

Vince smiled gleefully - he clearly thought he was about to have sex - and hurried towards the bedroom. Charlotte gathered her clothes, folded them neatly, and then went to the kitchen and poured herself a Scotch on the rocks. She leaned against the kitchen counter, enjoyed a few sips of the expensive liquor, and then headed for the bedroom with the glass in her hand.

Charlotte stopped in the doorway as she reached the bedroom. Vince's head turned and his eyes wandered over her body, which was now fully naked with the exception of the black leather boots that gave Charlotte her power. She took a slow sip of her drink, savored the smoky taste for a few moments, and felt yet another surge of dominance and aggression as she stepped into the room.

"You'll keep your hands at your sides unless I instruct you otherwise," she said sharply. "You'll offer no complaints. You'll do as you're told. You'll do as I desire. Do you understand?"

"Yes," he said.

Charlotte set her drink on the nightstand and crawled into the bed. She straddled Vince across his upper thighs and took his cock into her hand. She stroked him a few times and watched the pleasure on his face before rubbing the tip of his cock through her closely-trimmed pubic hair. She teased him a little by rubbing his dick over her slick, plump pussy lips and getting just a bit of her wetness on the tip, but he never came close to penetrating her, for he hadn't yet earned that right.

"Do you want me?" Charlotte asked.

"More than anything," Vince replied.

Charlotte lifted her hips and crawled forward, bypassing Vince's cock entirely and stopping only when her pussy hovered over his face. He lifted his head to try and taste her and Charlotte grabbed a handful of his hair and pushed down hard as an almost overwhelming sense of aggression worked its way through her.

"Bad boy," she said while tightening her grip and making him wince from the pain. "Tasting my pussy is a gift, too. You don't get to have it just because you want it. You have to earn it."

"Sorry," Vince replied.

Charlotte released her grip on his hair and smiled. "I'm going to give you a chance to earn the pleasure of my pussy, Vince. I'm going to give it to you right now. What you do with that chance is up to you."

Vince looked both nervous and eager as Charlotte slid her hips back and spun around until she was facing his legs. She took his stiff cock in her hand, gave it a few strokes, and then slid her ass back until she felt his chin against her flesh.

"I'm going to sit on your face, Vince," she said. "And if you want to enjoy my pussy, you're going to worship my asshole. You're going to lick it, kiss it, and suck on it. You're going to show me that you're willing to do whatever it takes to have a chance at fucking me or you're not going to fuck me. It's up to you."

Charlotte inched her hips back a little further, reached back to spread her ass cheeks, and sat on her husband's face. She looked over her shoulder to see that she'd almost entirely engulfed him in the soft, warm flesh of her ass and she couldn't help but smile.

"Eat my ass or you're not getting in my pussy, Vince," Charlotte instructed.

His tongue was tentative at first. It poked at her asshole a handful of times, but he wouldn't commit to the task, so Charlotte reached between her legs and slipped three fingers into her pussy, which had gotten even wetter.

"Can you hear that, Vince?" she asked while finger fucking her slippery hole. "Can you hear how wet I am? Can you imagine how hot and slippery it is inside my pussy? Well, if you don't do what I want, all you'll ever be able to do is imagine how good my pussy would feel, because I'm not allowing you inside me if you don't eat my fucking asshole right now."

Vince's tongue moved slowly over her asshole and Charlotte moaned. It felt good, but the far more pleasurable thing was that Vince had submitted to her desire. He was licking her asshole and he was doing so with vigor. He was surrendering to his wife, to her dominance, to her power.

"That's it," she said as a sense of aggression began to build inside her. "Lick my asshole, Vince. Lick my fucking asshole. Bathe it with your tongue. Worship it. Worship my fucking asshole like a good boy and I might let you inside my tight, warm, steamy cunt. I might ride your dick until you have an explosive orgasm."

Vince's tongue moved faster over her asshole as he seemingly surrendered to his need to fuck her. He licked vigorously and began to moan while doing so. Charlotte lowered a little more of her weight onto his face, smothering her husband with her ass and getting just a little wetter in the process.

Then she lifted her ass from his face and asked, "How does my ass taste?"

"Good," he answered without hesitation. "Please, Charlotte, let me have more. Let me earn the right to enjoy your pussy. Please."

Charlotte dropped her ass onto his face and jiggled it a little, using him like a piece of naughty furniture. She laughed at his eagerness to be of service and his tongue went right back to work, licking and lapping at her asshole because he'd been driven to the edge of lust-fueled insanity and desperately needed to have sex with her.

"Put your tongue inside me," Charlotte ordered. "Put your tongue in my asshole, Vince. Taste it. Taste my insides."

She felt the tip of his tongue probing her asshole, but he clearly wasn't willing to commit to the force necessary to fill her. Charlotte understood his reluctance, but she didn't care. She wanted him to submit, no matter how unpleasant he found it. She wanted him to give her exactly as she desired.

"Fuck my ass with your tongue, Vince," Charlotte instructed. "Right fucking now."

He probed a little harder, but it still wasn't good enough, so Charlotte reached out and slapped his stiff dick. His lower body twisted in pain and a muffled groan escaped.

That same sense of aggression now coursed through her body as Charlotte rode her husband's face with her ass and dripped with desire. She was on the verge of pushing him to do something he clearly didn't want to do and it thrilled her beyond words.

"Eat it, Vince," she demanded. "Eat my asshole. Put your tongue inside me. Right now."

She felt him probing. Harder this time. He was going to do it. He was committing to it. He was surrendering.

Charlotte moaned as his tongue slipped past her tight asshole and probed her insides. She reached out and teased the tip of his cock with her fingers, eliciting a moan that vibrated her sphincter.

"Eat my shithole," she said before unleashing a wild, wondrous moan. "Eat my tight shithole, Vince. Be a good boy and eat your wife's naughty, nasty little shithole."

Charlotte reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. Pleasure exploded outwards from her loins and she closed her eyes, tilted her head towards the ceiling, and masturbated to a massively pleasurable orgasm with her husband's tongue buried in her asshole.

It was among the most potent climaxes of Charlotte's life and it was fueled almost entirely by Vince's surrender to a genuinely dirty, unpleasant task on her behalf. It was fueled by aggression and lust and dominance like Charlotte had never experienced before, though in the aftermath of it she was eager to experience it again.

Vince had earned his pleasure, though, so as soon as the final tremors of orgasmic pleasure made their way through her body, Charlotte leaned down and took her husband's cock into her mouth. She sucked on the head and swirled her tongue around it as their bedroom filled with his moans of pleasure. Soon her head was bobbing up and down in his lap as she swallowed as much of his shaft as she could in an effort to deliver the kind of pleasure he deserved.

Once his balls had tightened and his cock was dripping precum onto her tongue, Charlotte pulled her mouth from her husband's stiff shaft, crawled forward, and took him inside her in reverse cowgirl. She looked over her shoulder, smiled, and said, "You can play with my ass while I ride your cock if you'd like."

Vince immediately reached out to grab her ass with both hands and fondle her flesh while she began to ride his cock. Charlotte took it slow, for she wanted Vince to enjoy his reward. She wanted to motivate him to submit to her in the future, so she made sure it was a long, beautiful ride that she took on his cock and that he got to enjoy every second of the warmth and wetness her pussy provided.

Once he started moaning louder, Charlotte knew the end was near. "Are you getting close?" she asked. "Are you going to cum in my pussy, Vince?"

"Yes," he answered.

Charlotte looked over her shoulder and rode him a little faster. "I want you to think about how my ass tasted while you cum," she instructed.

The look on his face told her that Vince didn't want to do that, but Charlotte was going to do whatever she could to make sure he didn't have a choice in the matter.

"Think about the taste on your tongue, Vince. Think about fucking your wife's tight little shithole with that eager tongue of yours and how yummy it tasted," she instructed while bouncing hard and fast on his dick and inching him ever closer to a thunderous climax of his own.

"Charlotte...fuck..." he groaned.

"Cum inside me while you think about tongue fucking my dirty little asshole, Vince," Charlotte said.

Vince closed his eyes and came as Charlotte bounced on his cock, ensuring the ultimate in pleasure for her husband. She had no way of knowing if he was thinking about eating her ass while he climaxed, but she found the idea intoxicating and she hoped his mind was filled with literal dirty thoughts as he emptied his balls inside her.

"Thank you," Vince said after what seemed to be an exceedingly long orgasm.

Charlotte lifted her pussy from his cock and let the cum drip onto his softening shaft, balls, and stomach. "You're welcome," she replied. "And thank you for being a good boy. I expect you to continue behaving as such if you want to fuck me with any sort of regularity."

Vince didn't say anything, almost certainly because he wasn't exactly thrilled about that prospect in the aftermath of his orgasm. He'd get horny soon enough, though, and Charlotte would have no trouble convincing him to do whatever she wanted once that was the case. The only question was just how dominant did she want to get with her husband.