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Crash! I hear the front door slam shut, the sounds of a hectic week echoing in my ears. My gorgeous girlfriend, Tia, enters the room looking defeated. Her shoulders slump, burdened by exhaustion. “Just one week of not making decisions is all I want,” she confesses, her voice filled with a longing for respite.

“Well, you’ve got a week to take a break from work,” I try to comfort her, my eyes tenderly studying her tired form.

“I just don’t want to think all week. You can make all our decisions for the week,” she whispers, seeking solace in my embrace. As we snuggle, a wicked idea effortlessly takes shape in my mind. I gaze at the beautiful woman beside me and a mischievous smile plays on my lips.

“You want me to make all the decisions? Are you sure?” I tease her, savoring the twinkle in her eyes.

Recognition lights up her face as she feigns innocence, beckoning me to unveil my clandestine thoughts. “I know that look. What dirty thing are you thinking now?” she giggles playfully.

“Well, how about for the next week, while you have your well-deserved time off, you become my free-use vixen,” I proposition, my voice filled with seductive intent. “No saying no. Anytime, anywhere. I will be the one making the decisions.”

Her eyes widen with excitement, a fire ignited within. “You know what? Fuck it! Let’s do it! Starting tomorrow morning. But for now, I’m utterly exhausted and in desperate need of a shower. Good night,” she announces, swaying her hips tantalizingly as she walks away from me, creating an intoxicating allure.

In that moment, I decide not to follow her, as temptation for the days ahead begin to materialize within me. Thoughts and possibilities race through my mind, and I resolve to take each day as it comes. Tia is already fast asleep when I slip out of bed, taking this opportunity to prepare for the morning. I gather a few items – her favorite lingerie, a remote vibrator, rope, a tantalizing butt plug, and some lube. My excitement is palpable as I drift off into slumber.

The morning arrives, greeted by the bright rays filtering through the curtains, stirring me awake. The memory of what lies ahead is like a potent cup of coffee, jolting my senses. Tia still sleeps soundly beside me, her silhouette peaceful and serene. I stealthily extricate myself from the bed, retrieving the stash I had kept nearby. As my cock stirs with anticipation, I skillfully secure the rope to the headboard. Carefully, I tie Tia’s hands, causing her to stir, her confusion evident. Just as she opens her mouth to speak, I swiftly muffle her words by plunging my willing member between her lips.

“Free-use slut,” I whisper hoarsely, savoring the taste of her tongue swirling around the head of my pulsating desire. My other hand instinctively reaches for the vibrator, slicking it against her supple skin just below her drenched folds. Her moans reverberate against my length, her body quivering from the teasing vibrations. Gripping her luscious locks firmly, I take control of her, dominating the situation. With the intense horniness I had gone to bed with, my balls tighten and release, a surge of pleasure coursing through me as I spill my essence down her throat – a testament to her prowess as an extraordinary slut.

As her throat engulfs my climax, I shut off the vibrator, my fingers deftly retrieving the lubed butt plug. Gently, I press it against her puckered entrance, filling her slowly until the diamond-shaped head peeks out. I release the rope, its playful hold now relinquished. “Your outfit is waiting for you in the bathroom. Now, go make me some pancakes,” I demand, my voice tinged with commanding authority. She gives me an alluring look, a flicker of uncertainty, before gracefully sauntering towards the bathroom, a coy smile teasing her lips. Game on, I think to myself.

I recline on the couch, allowing myself a moment of reprieve to recover. Just as I rise from my resting state, Tia descends the stairs, her presence captivating. Her long, lustrous brunette locks frame a glimpse of the lace bra she wears, harmonizing perfectly with her sensuous black thong, garter, and thigh-high stockings. The plug hidden within her hints at delightful secrets, awakening my now fully aroused manhood. I discard my boxers and close the distance between us, my throbbing length pressing against her tantalizing rear.

She instinctively pushes back, aching for my touch. I guide her hips away from the stove, bending her over its sturdy surface. “I’m hungry, so don’t burn my pancakes,” I growl, pulling her thong apart and entering her, giving her the pleasure she craves. I commence a slow, rhythmic dance of ecstasy, relishing in the intoxicating sounds of our bodies colliding. With syrup nearby, I release a single, tantalizing droplet onto the base of her neck, savoring the experience as I lick it off her heated skin. As our passion intensifies, the room fills with the symphony of our harmonious carnal connection. But before either of us has a chance to climax, I abruptly withdraw, delivering a swift smack to her delectable ass. “I’m starving,” I exclaim, relishing in the impact of my dominance. She whimpers, her satisfied fullness abruptly supplanted with hunger left unsated.

Taking the now-tantalizing pancakes, I retreat to the table, savoring the taste of victory. Tia sits across from me, frustration etched upon her exquisite features, teased yet denied release. “I’m still hungry,” I declare, observing the desperate desire etched within her eyes. “I can make more,” she suggests, preparing to stand from her chair.

I block her movement, my gaze fixated on her. Guiding her back to the table, I lay her down on her back, peeling away her thong – a mere obstacle to our unbridled pleasure. I lift her knees, resting her feet on my shoulders as her legs part, exposing her most intimate secrets. My tongue expertly traces a path from her labia to her aroused clit, igniting a series of shivers and trembling ecstasy. Her tight skin betrays her heightened desire, aching to be fulfilled. Time stands still as I focus on her pleasure, her moans growing louder with each passing moment. Two fingers slide effortlessly inside, seeking out her G-spot, coaxing her towards the precipice of euphoria. Tia’s desperate grasp on my hair anchors me where she needs me most, her breath ragged with unyielding desire. As her climax crashes over her like a tidal wave, her legs tremble and her body surrenders to complete relaxation. I gradually ease the assault on her clit, allowing her to descend from her orgasmic high. Rising to my feet, I collect our plates, tending to the remnants of our decadent breakfast, while Tia lies, breathless, still recovering from her long-awaited release.

“When you’re ready, go upstairs and get dressed. We have places to go,” I inform her, asserting my dominance over her once more.

Curiosity tinges her voice as she looks over her shoulder while ascending the stairs. “Where are we going?” she inquires, her intrigue woven through her words.

“Don’t worry about it,” I reply, my voice laced with conviction as I contemplate the next steps of our exhilarating adventure. With the kitchen tidied up, I dress myself, choosing loose-fitting khakis and a polo that affords my semi-hard cock ample freedom. Seated on the couch, I eagerly await Tia’s emergence from the bathroom, my anticipation soaring. Finally, I catch sight of her descending the stairs – a vision that steals my breath away. Adorned in a modest skirt that coyly showcases her thigh highs, and a blouse that reveals a tantalizing hint of cleavage, she has applied her makeup in a way that surprises and entices me – a declaration that lies between the worlds of a trophy wife and an irresistible vixen. My jaw hangs slack with awe at the sight before me.

As we embark on our journey in the truck, Tia’s gaze fixes upon the passing scenery, lost in her own thoughts. I reach over, my hand gliding up her thigh, causing her to sigh as my touch brushes against her achingly sensitive core. Withdrawing my hand as we pull into her favorite winery, I grant her a simple command. “Get whatever you want,” I profess, delighting in the radiant smile that graces her face. We sample numerous wines, indulging in a few more than we had planned, as we gather a couple of her favorite bottles. Returning to the car, I present her with another edict. “Pull your top down and let your luscious breasts free until we reach our destination.” The intoxicating effects of the wine fuel her uninhibited response, and she obeys without hesitation. I reach over, teasing and caressing her nipples, already standing at attention. Leaving the highway, I discover a secluded dirt road winding through the enchanting woods. Confusion momentarily clouds her expression, but I simply smile, continuing my playful exploration. Locating the familiar trail, I navigate towards a hidden spot where the world fades away, leaving only our desires to guide us…

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