Soiled her all dresses and face with my cum! He didn’t let her wash the dishes and fucked her!

The young woman, Emma, stood in the kitchen, washing the dishes as her boyfriend Jake lounged on the couch, lazily flipping through the channels on the TV. The room was warm from the stove’s heat as she scrubbed the plates and pans, her bare feet cold on the tiled floor.

Jake’s hungry eyes roamed over her curves, barely concealed by the thin fabric of her sundress. He licked his lips, a wicked idea forming in his mind. Pushing himself up from the couch, he sauntered over to where Emma stood at the sink.

“Emma, baby, leave those dishes,” Jake purred, his voice low and seductive. “Come here.”

Emma turned to face him, a quizzical expression on her pretty face. “But Jake, I need to clean up. What’s wrong?”

Jake smirked, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close. “Wrong? Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s just the way I want it.”

He began kissing her neck as Emma protested weakly. “Jake, not now. I’ve got flour all over me from baking. Let me just wash up first.”

Undeterred, Jake’s hands crept under her dress, groping her ample breasts. “No, leave it,” he growled. “I want you just like this – all messy and disheveled. It’s so fucking hot.”

Emma whimpered as Jake’s fingers found her nipples, tweaking and twisting the sensitive buds. His cock pressed insistently against her thigh, hard and throbbing. She knew there was no use fighting him when he got like this.

Jake spun her around, bending her over the counter. With one swift tug, he pushed her dress up over her hips, exposing her round, perfect ass. “Fuck, look at that,” he groaned, giving her cheek a hard smack. “Such a slutty ass begging to be fucked.”

Emma bit her lip, wanting to tell him off but knowing it would only make him fuck her harder. The truth was, his rough treatment turned her on in a shameful way she never wanted to admit.

Jake yanked his pants down, his huge cock springing free. Gripping Emma’s hips, he notched the thick head at her entrance. With one brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in her tight heat.

“Ahh! Jake!” Emma cried out, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the counter’s edge. He felt so big, stretching her so perfectly. Her pussy clenched around him, trying to pull him in deeper.

“Take it, you little cumslut,” Jake snarled, setting a furious pace. His balls slapped against her clit with each powerful thrust. “Fuck, you love this, don’t you? Love getting your holes wrecked.”

Emma shivered at his filthy words, feeling herself get wetter. As much as she wanted to deny it, her body craved this brutal treatment. “Yes, fuck me!” she moaned shamelessly. “Give it to me!”

Jake’s hand fisted in her hair, wrenching her head back. His other hand slid down to pound at her clit as he pummeled into her mercilessly. “That’s it, take my cock. Milk it with this needy cunt. Fucking whore!”

The insults and pleasuring push Emma over the edge. “I’m coming!” she screamed, seeing stars as she came hard on Jake’s cock.

Jake felt her pussy squeeze him vice-tight. With a roar, he pulled out and stroked his cock furiously over her back, grunting as he painted her skin with thick ropes of hot cum.

“Fuck yes!” Jake sighed as he milked out the last drops. He released Emma’s hair, watching her slump over the counter, coated in his seed and her own juices.

Emma panted, dizzy with the intensity of her orgasm. She looked over her shoulder and blushed as she saw the state Jake had left her in. Her face, her dress, hell, even her hair were glazed with his cum.

“Jake… why did you… I’m a mess,” she whispered.

Jake just grinned, tucking himself back into his pants. “Because I wanted to mark you, make it clear you’re mine. My own personal cumdump.”

He leaned down and bit her earlobe, growling, “And you’re not allowed to wash it off. I want you to keep it just like this all day. Let everyone know what a dirty slut you are for your man.”

Emma bit her lip, shivering at the thought of walking around covered in his essence. Her pussy clenched, arousing her again. God, what was it about Jake’s dirty commands that turned her into such a submissive little slut?

With a last wink, Jake turned and sauntered back to the living room, leaving Emma bent over the counter, cum still oozing down her back. She knew she should present a halfhearted protest, but truthfully, the idea of being a sexy, naughty mess all because of Jake’s claiming of her, turned her on more than anything ever had.

She straightened up, wincing as her cum-soaked dress stuck to her skin. Slowly, Emma made her way to the bedroom, sneaking a glance at Jake as he lounged unconcerned on the couch. She could feel his eyes following her every step, taking in the lewd sight she made.

Making a decision, Emma pulled the dress all the way off, tossing it aside. She climbed into bed, trying desperately to ignore how cold the sheets felt against her damp skin.

As she lay there, she could still feel Jake’s handprints on her body, the soreness of her bruised ass, the quickening desire between her thighs. It seemed she was always worked up these days.

With a sigh and a look over at her stretched out boyfriend, Emma decided she’d just have to deal with it. Maybe, if she played her cards right, she could convince him to fuck her properly… after all, he did seem to have a lot of pent up energy. It was hard to believe he came in her dress more than her. Then again, who was she to argue such luck she had running into Jake.