#sub!andy barber

“Sweetheart?”, you call from the kitchen. He turns his head and walks slowly. When you see his face you know exactly what’s happening. “Bad day at the office?”, you ask in you softest voice and loving smile on your lips. Andy nods and comes to hug you from behind, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “Oh, baby, that bad?”, he whimpers again, unable to articulate a word. “I’m here, Andy. Sorry you woke up alone, I tried to wake you up to tell you I was going to the doctor with our baby, but you were sound asleep and with this trial…I know you need all the sleep you can get.” He kisses your neck, a silent answer to tell you it’s okay, he’s not mad at you…and firm press of his lips to tell you he needs you.

“What do you need, mon chéri?”, he whines, being a complete goner when you start to speak to him in French. You smile and rubs his arms, the muscles flexing at your touched. “Mon chéri is touched starved, isn’t he? It’s been a few days; we didn’t have time to just lay together and cuddle.”

“A week”, he mumbles onto your skin. His beard brushes your skin, making you having goosebumps.

“I know, and I’m sorry, baby.” He kisses your neck again, longer with a certain tenderness, a silent way to tell you…you don’t have to be sorry. “What do you want, mon chéri?”, he holds you tighter, his hands roaming your body, until they cup your breasts, you full and heavy breast. “Does mon chéri want some milk?”. Andy whimpers, a soft one, a quiet one, the one that says, yes, please.

You lead him to your bedroom, you let him take off your shirt and he growls softly at the sight, your breast full and some of it licking. “Yes, I pump already and he’s asleep…need you mon chéri.” He moans and lays you on the bed, making sure you’re comfortable. When he knows your good and takes off his work clothes, letting only his boxers and he lays on you, nuzzling your nipples with his nose and beard. “Oh, Andy, I miss you”, you murmur stroking his hair and passing your other hand in his beard. He closes his eyes leaning into your touch and you guide him to your nipple, he takes it in his mouth and sucks gently, moaning when the first drop lands on his tongue.

He holds you close, and you stroke his upper body and smile when you see him hard. “mon chéri needs me to take care of that too? Help you relax fully?”, he blushes and nods. You cup him above his boxers, and he bucks his hip. Tonight, you won’t tease him.

When he takes your other nipple into his mouth you start to jerk him off slowly and softly, the feather touch making him shivers.

He cums into your hand when the last drop of milk hits his palate. His eyes are still closed and he burries his face between your boobs. “Wanna nap, mon chéri?”, he plants a soft kiss on your skin, a silent, yes please. You smile and stroke his hair again, still holding his cock and your husband drift off to sleep.

You see his beautiful blue eyes flick to the lingerie set you're wearing. The black leather hugs your body perfectly, the bra pushing your tits together in a way that drives him absolutely mad, and the crotchless bottoms had him drooling for you. You know what he wants, but he also knows what you want— to hear him say it.

"Wanna fuck you, wanna make you cum on my cock, wanna cum inside you, Mistress, please," he rushes out, his chest heaving in his desperate plea. You take in his expression with a pleased hum, his eyes crazed with need, his kiss swollen lips were nearly a cherry red, his cheeks tinted a soft pink with his desire, his beard still coated in a layer of your release. You bring your free hand to push through his sweat damp hair, grinning at the way he practically purrs at the action.

"Such a needy boy today, aren't you?" You taunt, he nods eagerly, he'll be anything you want him to be if you'll let him fuck you, "but you've also been such a good boy, and good boys get what they want."

"Oh, god, thank you, Mistress " he moans in his raspy voice, his face relaxing in relief. You tug on his leash to pull him closer but have to swat his hand that tries to cradle your hip.

"Still no touching, baby, you know the rules," you scold softly as he whines but nods, murmuring an apology. "Now, go on.”

You watch as he rubs his aching cock through your soft petals, hands remaining on the wood, the wetness from your previous highs glazing his shaft with each rut of his hips. An eager thrust of his hips had his tip bumping into your clit, sending a shudder through your body that made Andy bite his lip. A displeased whine bubbled in the back of his throat after a handful of failed attempts of entering you. You chuckle meanly, making him pout. You decide that he’d had enough teasing, you reach between you, a shuddering gasp wracking his whole body when your hand wraps around his base. Positioning him at your quivering entrance, you tug on his leash to urge his hips forward.

“Oh my God! A-ahhhhhhh haaaaaaaaaah,” he groaned, the sound reverberating off the walls of his home office. The veins of his neck bulge as his head falls back, his entire body shaking uncontrollably as he adjusts to the nearly suffocating pleasure of your cunt wrapped around him. You pant with him, the stretch always stung but in the most delicious way possible. Your free hand petting his hip while you coo sweet nothings to him.

“You good, baby boy?” You ask softly, smirking when he can do nothing but nod and moan out an unintelligible sentence. You give his open mouth a quick peck before laying back on his desk, the absence of your heat made Andy whine but he knew better than to argue with you. “Good. Move for me, baby, I wanna feel you.”

Sucking in a deep breath, Andy tried to reign himself in as best he could before drawing his hips back slowly. The slow drag of his bare shaft along your velvety walls had him gasping, you couldn’t help but gasp with him, Andy was a big boy in more ways than one. The first thrust forced a moan from you both, your pussy sucking him back in sloppily. The pace he was setting was slow but hard, his instincts telling him to ravage you as hard as he could but he knew he’d be in trouble if he went too fast.

“That’s it, Andy, that’s my good boy,” you moan when his thrusts fell into a rhythm that had your body burning for more. The praise went straight to his cock, a near pained moan flying from his lips. He loved being your good boy.

“O-oh fuck, Mistress,” he whimpered when you clenched down around him, his eyes rolling back in his head, hands balling into fists as his pace quickens. “Need to touch you, need to touch you, Mistress, please!”

The wanton tone of his voice has a fresh wave of slick pouring out of you, the room filled with the wet sounds of your cunt, his desperate begs, and your proud throaty moans. You listen to his breathy chants of ‘please’ for a few moments before trailing a hand up one of his arms, his skin is hot to the touch.

“Go ‘head, baby, touch me,” you encourage and squeeze your walls around him, reveling in the high pitched whimper it earns you. The moment you give him permission, his large hands are leaving the solid oak desk to wrap around your waist. He pulls you into each unforgiving thrust, your body bouncing across the surface of the desk, if he hadn’t been holding you in place you would have definitely fallen off by now.

“Thank you, Mistress, thank you, oh my god, thank you,” he babbles as he takes you, his legs spreading wider to get a better stance. His new stance has his tip brushing against the spongey spot deep inside you that has you practically shouting, your walls spasming around him. Andy quivers with you, moaning brokenly at the sudden tightness, before doubling down on that spot. His pace hurried and rough, although his aim is precise. The fat mushroom tip of his dick slams into your special spot with alarming accuracy. Your back arches off the desk, the tension in your belly building higher and higher as Andy speeds up. One of his hands leave your hip to start furiously rubbing at your swollen clit. “Come on, Mistress, cum for me, please, wanna see you cum, Mistress, please, wanna see you cum!”

“A-Andy!” You scream as you release, your legs twitching wildly around his waist, your back bows off the desk completely. His hand continues to rub your clit, helping you ride the crest of your high for as long as possible. Andy’s eyes drink in the view before him: you on your back, dressed in the hottest leather lingerie he’s ever seen, your hair a mess, skin sweaty and flushed, eyes rolled back into your head, and your beautiful lips parted in a passionate cry of his name.

When your eyes regain focus again, you find him staring down at you in a daze, his jaw hung open as he gasps and pants. You smile up at him on instinct, the sweet gesture not going unreturned, his own soft smile splitting his face in half. The feeling of your pussy gripping him in a firm hold has his smile falling away as his jaw drops and another whorish moan fills the room. He can feel his climax quickly approaching, his balls aching with the primal need to fill you to the brim. The look he gives you says it all; eyebrows pinched together at the center of his forehead, those baby blue eyes of his imploring you to let him have it, plump bottom lip slick with his spit and red from being chewed on, a thin string of drool coating his chin.

“Yeah, baby, you can,” you nod before he says anything, you knew Andy well enough to know what he was thinking, “take what you want, baby boy, you’ve earned it.”

It’s all the approval he needs before he’s plowing into you with a renewed vigor, his hands finding their perch on the curve of your hip, holding you in place while he ravages you like a mad man. He moans out a jumble of praises, ‘thank you’s, and curses, his eyes fluttering shut as he lets himself take what he wants. Your delicious moans blend with his perfectly, egging him on, fueling the fire that burned at the base of his spine.

“G-Gonna cum, Mistress,” he stuttered out in between moans, the tightness of the collar around his neck only adding to the delirious pleasure quickly closing around him.

“Fucking cum, Andy, cum inside me, baby boy, give it to me!” You cry for him, your hand pulling on his leash and clawing at his shoulder, your hips rolling into his, his eyes crossing slightly as they roll once more. A choked scream gets caught in his chest as he finally lets himself go, the room seems to go completely still, the world no longer turning, the only thing that spins is his head. Dizzying euphoria floods his every fiber, his muscles tense and relaxed all at once as his cum finally coats the inside of your walls. The grip he has on your hips hurts as he claws at your flesh, his body leaning over you as he fills you, his pace reduced to filthy, sloppy grinding.

The ringing in Andy’s ears subsides enough for him to hear the unending stream of moans and whimpers he’s letting out, his eyes finally opening to find you gazing up at him with a soft smile, your hand brushing through his hair lovingly as you tell him what a good job he did, what a good boy he is. All he can do is nuzzle into your palm dumbly, kissing your palm every chance he could.

“Come here, Andy,” you whisper and pull him down for a kiss, he melts into you the moment your lips touch, his chin wet from his drool. You both sigh into the kiss, any form of strict rules out the window as you tangle your limbs together. His legs feel like jelly, he opts to prop himself up on his forearms, framing your head. You rub a shaky hand up and down his side, letting him catch his breath.

“That was way longer than ‘a small break,’ Mrs. Barber,” Andy playfully whined, smiling down at you laid out on his desk. You give him a smirk and a casual shrug.

“What can I say, Mr. Barber? You earned it.”

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