Nina lay in bed, a book splayed open in front of her as she lazily flipped through the pages. She was naked, her body still warm from the sheets, as she listened to the sounds of her husband, Peter, getting ready for work. She couldn't help but smirk as she listened to him fumbling around in the closet, the hangers scraping against the metal rod as he searched for the right tie to match his suit.
"Hurry up, suit-wearing drone," Nina called out, not even bothering to look up from her book. "You don't want to be late for your corporate puppet show."
Peter appeared in the doorway, his tie in hand as he nervously fidgeted with the knot. "I'm almost ready, Nina," he replied, his voice soft and meek.
Nina sat up, letting the book fall to her side as she looked Peter up and down. "Almost ready?" she repeated, raising an eyebrow. "You still have your duties to perform, don't you?"
Peter's face fell, and he quickly made his way over to the foot of the bed, kneeling down on the floor. Nina spread her legs, giving him full access as she leaned back against the headboard.
"That's better," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, clean me up like a good little cuckold."
Peter's tongue darted out, lapping at Nina's pussy as she closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure. She had trained him well, turning him into her own personal human toilet. It was a twisted game of dominance and submission, but it was one that Nina was determined to win.
After Peter finished, Nina sent him on his way with a dismissive wave. "Don't forget to come home promptly," she called after him. "I have a lot of plans for you tonight."
As the day wore on, Nina found herself growing increasingly horny. She had grown used to having Peter at her beck and call, but now that he was gone, she found herself craving something more. She picked up her phone, dialing a number that she had saved in her contacts.
"I need a man," she said, her voice low and sultry. "A real man, not some corporate puppet."
The man on the other end of the line didn't hesitate. "I'm on my way," he replied, his voice thick with desire.
Nina hung up the phone, a wicked smile spreading across her face. She had grown used to having Peter as her plaything, but now she wanted something more. She wanted a man who would fuck her hard, a man who wouldn't hesitate to give her what she wanted.
The man arrived a short time later, and Nina didn't waste any time. She ordered him to strip, her eyes raking over his body as he did as she commanded.
"You're just a meat stick," she said, her voice filled with disdain. "A dick for hire."
The man didn't seem to mind, his eyes fixed on Nina's body as he approached her. She spread her legs, inviting him in as he thrust into her with a grunt.
Nina moaned, her head falling back against the pillow as the man fucked her hard. She insulted him, calling him names as he pounded into her, but he didn't seem to care. He was there to fulfill a purpose, and that was all that mattered.
After the man left, Nina took a shower, her body still humming with pleasure. She thought about Peter, stuck at work while she was here, fucking a real man. It was a twisted game, but it was one that Nina was determined to win.
As she got ready for Peter's return, Nina couldn't help but wonder how long he would be able to keep up with his new duties. But ultimately, she didn't care. As long as she was satisfied, that was all that mattered.
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