|Masturbation Monday image prompt provided by Hyacinth Jones of A Dissolute Life Means ©|
The story below is a complete work of fiction inspired solely by the image presented
"Are you sure I can't convince you to stay?" my wife pleaded, in her best baby girl voice. "Just five more minutes, pleeease Daddy?"
She looked totes adorable half naked on our bed in my baby blue pajama top but I had a breakfast meeting I just couldn't miss - and she knew it.
"C'mon, what difference will five more minutes make?" she purred in a low voice as she crossed one knee over the other and drew it up over her thigh, "we could do a lot in five minutes..."
As if the leg tease wasn't enough she suddenly popped open the pajamas, casually revealing her beautiful breasts. There was nothing casual about her engorged nipples. They sat stiff and proud - her demeanor may have been nonchalant but her nipples betrayed her. She was indeed ready for more.
My cock stiffened in my pants, indicating it too was ready for more. But I was out of time.
"I am sorely tempted" I responded sheepishly, as I bent down and roughly licked both nipples whilst I squeezed each breast quickly "but I really can't miss this meeting"
I gave her a quick kiss on the lips and she tried to grab me as I straightened up. I managed to escape her clutches - just.
"That's not fair!" she pouted, returning to her baby voice "Daddy fucked me so good this morning but now he won't let his BabyGirl return the favor!" To emphasize her displeasure she furrowed her brow and stuck her lower lip out further. Looking me dead in the eye she grabbed one breast and started massaging it, teasing the enlarged nipple between her thumb and forefinger. "Are you really suuure?" she sing songed.
"Yes baby, I have to go" I apologized, as I headed to the bedroom door. "I'll try and leave work early, and maybe we can pick up where we left off for some pre dinner delight?"
"We'll see" she said, returning to her normal tone. She reached into her nightstand and pulled out Big Tom, an oversized black dildo she knew I was no match for. The 12" dong wobbled as she brandished it at me as I made my departure. "Maybe your services will not be required by the time you get home!" she called out behind me, "maybe I'll spend the day in bed with Mr Tom!!"
I cursed my bratty wife as I entered the elevator but got over myself by the time I made it into the basement carpark. I'd deal with her when I got home - most likely with a brisk spanking and then an anal pounding - all before dinner! If she wanted to fuck herself with sextoys all day she could be my guest, I didn't care. I had an important breakfast meeting to get to and I needed to have my head in the game for that.
I gunned the Maserati into life and left the carpark with tires squealing. As I joined the throng of the morning rush hour my phone rang. It was Jenny, my Personal Assistant. She was a cute redhead with pert tits and an ass you could bounce nickels off. She also had a tongue that would lash any man who tried. My cock stiffened at the thought of the tongue lashing I imagined she could deliver.
"Where are you?" she asked. "I know you know you have a very important breakfast meeting this morning because I put it in your calendar myself. Don't tell me you forgot?"
"Of course I didn't forget" I scoffed, "I'm crossing 7th and Main right now, I'll pick you up in about two minutes - we'll make that breakfast meeting no problem"
"So where are you taking me?" she said, excitedly "you left out that detail".
"A little bed and breakfast up the coast, rated #4 in the State by Conde Nast" I explained, as I gunned the car once more and accelerated through a red light.
I hate to be late for meetings...