Re-Introduce Myself - Part 1
I first started here nearly 7 years ago. At the time my husband was deployed overseas and he didn't want to do any porn searching on military connections. He instead had me surf the net looking for things that he liked. I would download stuff and send them to him a on a zip drive. it was lots of fun and kept my lonely pussy occupied while i waited.
From the very first time we met, My husband understood exactly what sorta girl I am and he quickly established his dominance over me. By the time we got married (only a few months after we met) I was calling him Master and Sir as if i'd always done so.
When Master discharged in 2013 he spent a few weeks in Germany whoring around. We talked every day and he would tell me exactly what he'd done to this whore or that nurse. He'd had me tracking my body temp for the three months prior to his discharge to make sure we had a good handle on my menstrual cycle when he got out. That was the main reason he'd stayed in Germany for a few weeks. He was waiting for me to ripen. I flew to meet him the day before we'd calculated would likely be the prime time of my ovulation.
I met him at the airport in Frankfort with his luggage. I had only brought a carry on. In fact I was flying with just a shoulder bag. I was dressed in a pink cotton tank top that had very thin straps and a neckline that went far past the line of my nipples. It was just snug enough to fairly well shape my bra less titties, but still hang loose and open at the bottom. The material was fairly sheer, but not see-through. Sheer enough to see the darkness of my nipples. Though it did cover my belly button, it didn't make the waistline of my skirt, so i did have some skin showing there. The skirt i was wearing was very low on my waist and came to exactly the middle of my thigh. Short enough for men to take notice (once they took their eyes off my titties) but long enough that i could maintain at least the illusion of decorum. This was pretty important because, of course, ripe submissive wives don't ever wear panties. On my feet I was wearing a pair of silk slippers exactly the color of my skin that my Master had sent me from the middle east. At first glance i seemed to be walking barefoot.
When i walked off the plane, Master was waiting right outside the gate. The instant I saw him, he raised his finger to his pursed lips. Shhh. I wasn't to speak. He simply took my hand and turned to walk. We walked down no more than two or three gates until we came to an empty one. Master led me back behind the flight attendant's podium, let go of my hand and pressed me to the wall. As he pressed his mouth to mine he reached up under my shirt and took a titty in his hand. The other hand was up under my skirt. He didn't stroke me, he didn't fondle my clitty, he didn't part my lips slowly. He jammed four fucking fingers right up into my pussy. Deep. He knew I'd be wet. He knew I'd be soaking wet. My carry-on bag held nothing but towels that I'd used on the seat of the plane. I was in first class and hadn't wanted to leave a wet spot.
As soon as his hand was buried in my pussy he used the handhold to lift me effortlessly up against the wall, my feet dangling in the air, my mouth even with his. I wanted him so badly. He could have thrown me down and fucked me in the main aisle. I belong to him and I knew it. Instead we fucked each others mouths with our tongues as he groped my titties and finger fucked my pussy. It didn't take long at all and within a minute or two my face was buried against his neck as i fought the urge to scream through an explosive orgasm. As soon as it subsided, Master broke our kiss and dumped me on the floor right on my bottom. He said, "you are suck a fucking slut, get off the floor and let's go get something to eat." And then he gave me his beaming golden smile as he reached out to take my hand and pull me back to my feet.
We had lunch and then boarded our flight to Chicago. Master had booked us in first class on an overnight flight. Once we were seated and in the air, Master asked the stewardess to come over. She bent down so he could whisper in her ear. He simply explained our situation. Returning soldier, ripe and ready wife, eight hours in the dark in a plane. He said we would be as discreet as possible, but that we planned to have a baby planted by the time we landed. She gave me a huge smile and said 'good luck honey,' before leaving to get us a few blankets.
When she returned, she demonstrated to Master how he could remove the center console between us and stow it under the seat in front of me, effectively giving us a love couch for the flight. She was getting ready to leave just as the Captain was turning out the cabin lights. As it darkened, she leaned over Master, sticking her big tits right in his face so she could whisper right into my ear. I almost yelped as she reached down and twisted my nipple as she said, "and you need to be quiet while he pumps your cunt full of sperm. Is that clear?"
I didn't know if she expected an answer or not so I just stayed very still. After a minute or so of twisting, she let go of my nipple only to take hold of my entire breast and squeeze it like it was playdough. She then whispered again. "is that clear you fucking breed cow?" I turned my head just enough to look her in the eye. With my lips pressed tight, it nodded my head up and down.
She gave both titties another good squeeze before leaning back and whispering into my husbands ear, "if you need any help with your bitch, just hit the attendant button. I'll be here in a jiffy." She stood and left us.
Within the first two hours of our flight, Master had pumped three loads deep into my pussy. After each load went in, he had me get on my knees on the seat and then bend over the front until my head touched the floor. "Let that nut get right into your belly bitch."
Much later, the stewardess came and told Master that they would be getting breakfast service ready soon, but that the galley was free for the next twenty minutes. The last load Master shot into me was with the stewardess holding my legs all the way back, putting in a pile drive position. Her sloppy pussy was rubbing on my face and I was eating her like a starving lesbian as Master pounded me like a fleshlight. I actually beamed with pride when they both came at the same time.
Master used nothing but my mouth and asshole for the next week. If i was pregnant he wanted to know it was a mile-high baby. A week later, when he finally let me test, it turned out that his baby was planted.
Tomorrow I'll talk about our pregnancy.
From the very first time we met, My husband understood exactly what sorta girl I am and he quickly established his dominance over me. By the time we got married (only a few months after we met) I was calling him Master and Sir as if i'd always done so.
When Master discharged in 2013 he spent a few weeks in Germany whoring around. We talked every day and he would tell me exactly what he'd done to this whore or that nurse. He'd had me tracking my body temp for the three months prior to his discharge to make sure we had a good handle on my menstrual cycle when he got out. That was the main reason he'd stayed in Germany for a few weeks. He was waiting for me to ripen. I flew to meet him the day before we'd calculated would likely be the prime time of my ovulation.
I met him at the airport in Frankfort with his luggage. I had only brought a carry on. In fact I was flying with just a shoulder bag. I was dressed in a pink cotton tank top that had very thin straps and a neckline that went far past the line of my nipples. It was just snug enough to fairly well shape my bra less titties, but still hang loose and open at the bottom. The material was fairly sheer, but not see-through. Sheer enough to see the darkness of my nipples. Though it did cover my belly button, it didn't make the waistline of my skirt, so i did have some skin showing there. The skirt i was wearing was very low on my waist and came to exactly the middle of my thigh. Short enough for men to take notice (once they took their eyes off my titties) but long enough that i could maintain at least the illusion of decorum. This was pretty important because, of course, ripe submissive wives don't ever wear panties. On my feet I was wearing a pair of silk slippers exactly the color of my skin that my Master had sent me from the middle east. At first glance i seemed to be walking barefoot.
When i walked off the plane, Master was waiting right outside the gate. The instant I saw him, he raised his finger to his pursed lips. Shhh. I wasn't to speak. He simply took my hand and turned to walk. We walked down no more than two or three gates until we came to an empty one. Master led me back behind the flight attendant's podium, let go of my hand and pressed me to the wall. As he pressed his mouth to mine he reached up under my shirt and took a titty in his hand. The other hand was up under my skirt. He didn't stroke me, he didn't fondle my clitty, he didn't part my lips slowly. He jammed four fucking fingers right up into my pussy. Deep. He knew I'd be wet. He knew I'd be soaking wet. My carry-on bag held nothing but towels that I'd used on the seat of the plane. I was in first class and hadn't wanted to leave a wet spot.
As soon as his hand was buried in my pussy he used the handhold to lift me effortlessly up against the wall, my feet dangling in the air, my mouth even with his. I wanted him so badly. He could have thrown me down and fucked me in the main aisle. I belong to him and I knew it. Instead we fucked each others mouths with our tongues as he groped my titties and finger fucked my pussy. It didn't take long at all and within a minute or two my face was buried against his neck as i fought the urge to scream through an explosive orgasm. As soon as it subsided, Master broke our kiss and dumped me on the floor right on my bottom. He said, "you are suck a fucking slut, get off the floor and let's go get something to eat." And then he gave me his beaming golden smile as he reached out to take my hand and pull me back to my feet.
We had lunch and then boarded our flight to Chicago. Master had booked us in first class on an overnight flight. Once we were seated and in the air, Master asked the stewardess to come over. She bent down so he could whisper in her ear. He simply explained our situation. Returning soldier, ripe and ready wife, eight hours in the dark in a plane. He said we would be as discreet as possible, but that we planned to have a baby planted by the time we landed. She gave me a huge smile and said 'good luck honey,' before leaving to get us a few blankets.
When she returned, she demonstrated to Master how he could remove the center console between us and stow it under the seat in front of me, effectively giving us a love couch for the flight. She was getting ready to leave just as the Captain was turning out the cabin lights. As it darkened, she leaned over Master, sticking her big tits right in his face so she could whisper right into my ear. I almost yelped as she reached down and twisted my nipple as she said, "and you need to be quiet while he pumps your cunt full of sperm. Is that clear?"
I didn't know if she expected an answer or not so I just stayed very still. After a minute or so of twisting, she let go of my nipple only to take hold of my entire breast and squeeze it like it was playdough. She then whispered again. "is that clear you fucking breed cow?" I turned my head just enough to look her in the eye. With my lips pressed tight, it nodded my head up and down.
She gave both titties another good squeeze before leaning back and whispering into my husbands ear, "if you need any help with your bitch, just hit the attendant button. I'll be here in a jiffy." She stood and left us.
Within the first two hours of our flight, Master had pumped three loads deep into my pussy. After each load went in, he had me get on my knees on the seat and then bend over the front until my head touched the floor. "Let that nut get right into your belly bitch."
Much later, the stewardess came and told Master that they would be getting breakfast service ready soon, but that the galley was free for the next twenty minutes. The last load Master shot into me was with the stewardess holding my legs all the way back, putting in a pile drive position. Her sloppy pussy was rubbing on my face and I was eating her like a starving lesbian as Master pounded me like a fleshlight. I actually beamed with pride when they both came at the same time.
Master used nothing but my mouth and asshole for the next week. If i was pregnant he wanted to know it was a mile-high baby. A week later, when he finally let me test, it turned out that his baby was planted.
Tomorrow I'll talk about our pregnancy.
6 years ago