Groomed for Kahuna

I Hate Him

She watched as he slowly

unbuckled his belt and unzipped his

pants pushing them off his hips allowing

his member to spring free. He reached

down and gripped a handful of her hair

with one hand and guided his semi hard

dick to her mouth with the other."Open."

Johanna opened her mouth wide to

accommodate his thickness. Turros

pushed his c**k past her soft lips,

looking down at her tear stained cheeks,

Johanna kept still allowing him to pump his d**k in and out of her mouth. When

his grip tightened on her hair she

rounded her mouth so that her lips

closed around him while shielding his

sensitive skin from her teeth. His cock

got harder and lengthened as he wound

his hips thrusting in and out of her

mouth. He tightened his grip again

holding her head still so that he could

push further into her mouth, forcing his

dick into her throat. Johanna relaxed and

concentrated on breathing out of her nose to block out her gag reflex as he

pushed her limits. Her eyes watered and

she placed her hand on his hip to steady

herself. She closed her eyes and allow

the image of Turro to fade away. Johanna

thought about how much more

pleasureful it was to please Lou. She

knew her husband's assault on her throat

wouldn't stop until he released, so she

began moving her head without him

forcing her. Picturing Lou with his head

tilted back, eyes rolling innthe back of his head she took the c**k as deep as

possible down her throat carefully

moving her soft lips over his sensitive

shaft. Turro released the grip on her hair

mesmerized by the feel of her tight wet

throat and soft lips devouring every inch

of him. He placed his hands on both

sides of her head and increased his

speed forcefully f*****g her mouth. She

breathed a sigh of relief and wiped her

mouth with her hand when he pulled out

of her mouth. He reached down and gripped her shoulders standing her up.

She allowed him to position her over the

arm of the sofa. He pushed her foward

and grabbed the hem of her dress

pushing it over her hips to expose her

round ass. His d**k throbbed at the sight

of her. Using his knees he spread her

legs and entered her with one quick

thrust from behind. Johanna gripped the

couch cushion "Ooooh.." She cried out at

pressure of him suddenly filling her

completely. Turro gripped her hips and plowed in and out of her tight opening

"Oh gosh Turro..it's so deep.!" She called

out as she attempted to meet his thrusts,

He wound his hips and switched his pace

giving her deep slow strikes until he felt

her p***y pulse and her juices flow.

"Mmhmm...you feel so f*****g good."

Using his hands to steady himself he

leaned down over her keeping his slow

pace while pushing deeply into her. He

licked her ear "You...are...mine! Do you

understand?!" Johanna had heard that statement her whole adult life. She tried

her best to docile and submissive the

way she was raised to be, however she

often had to fight her self. Turro was well

aware of her rebellious side, so every

time he saw a hint of it showing through,

he felt obligated to "remind her" of her

place. "Yes.." She panted. He nibbled her

ear teased her n*****s with his hands as

he drilled her with the slow steady

strokes. Johanna felt the tingle start in

her head and her toes. Her hips began to buck against him driving his d**k deeper

inside her wet p***y. Turro could hear

how wet she was and knew she was

close to her orgasm by way she started

bouncing her ass off his thighs. He

maintained his slow speed, despite her

attempts to increase the rhythm

"Ohhh...ohh..faster..Turro..please..faster." She panted like she was out of breath as she took the painfully slow thrusts. Each time he drilled into her pushing her higher and closer to her release. "Say it....say your mine!" He demanded as sweat poured off his forehead. "Ohhh...Im..I'm...yyyyooouuurrssssss!" She yelled out as she exploded on his d**k. When he felt her walls pulse he finally gave in, stood up and gripped her hips slamming into her with fast deep strokes prolonging her orgasm "Yyyeessss...yessss...yesss...ohhhh Turrrroooo!" He felt his own orgasm coming, lost all control and drilled her fast and hard. "I f*****g love you so much Johanna!" He growled out as his d**k throbbed spilling his seed inside her. Breathless he stood tall and walked the short distance to his bed where flopped down, exhausted from the s****l activities. "You will be the death of me one day woman." He called to Johanna. She lay in the same position on the couch trying to regain her composure. Once she was certain her legs would bear her weight she stood and made her way into his bathroom. She grabbed the small bucket and filled it with warm water. She then grabbed 2 towels and 2 rags and put them in the bucket. Then she took one out and poured a generous amount of soap onto it. Johanna carefully carried the bucket into the bedroom and sat it down near the bed. Using the soapy rag in her hand she washed the base of his stomach, his hips, p***s and upper thighs then placed it on the towel. She then took the second rag out the bucket and rinsed off the parts that she washed. She dried him off with the spare towel and went back into the bathroom. she poured the water out the bucket into the toilet and dried it out with one of the towels before putting it back in the linen closet. Then she put the towels and rags into the dirty clothes bin. It was emptied multiple times during the day so there was no need to squeeze the water out of the rags. Johanna walked back out and stood in front of Turro. "May I retire for the night my King?" She asked quietly. His eyes opened slowly and he stared at her face before looking her up and down. "What is your rush to get back to your room? You used to complain that I never had enough for time for you...demanding that I get rid of some of my women. Now that I go out of my way to make time for you, it seems like your trying to avoid spending time with me." Johanna stared at him expressionless. There were too many thoughts and emotions running around inside of her at the moment she didn't have the energy to focus on just one. "I would like to clean off and rest please." She asked calmly. "Hmmm...clean off huh? Did I soil you? Do you feel dirty after my touch now?" He sat up and glared at her trying to read her eyes. "If you prefer I can bathe here my king." He bit his bottom lip and studied her body language. In his opinion she had been acting odd lately and more so rebellious than usual. "Is there something I don't know? Are you hiding something from me?" He asked still staring into her eyes. Johanna did feel not only dirty, but nasty as well. She hated him at times. How could he make a decision disregarding her feelings and then punish her for speaking out about it. Then assault her sexually, but because he knows her body so well was able to bring her pleasure while causing her mental and physical pain? She was so confused when it came to him, she no longer knew how to react around him. "Go in the bathroom and clean yourself Johanna. You have clothing here and the big has more than enough room for the two of us. Unless I'm right and you just don't wanna be around me." He said after the two sat in an uncomfortable silence. "Yes my king." She replied just about a whisper.

Once inside the bathroom she turned the tub on with the hottest water she could stand and added epson salt and bath beads. Then she took off her dress and threw it in the dirty clothes hamper. His room had everything she needed, and her room had everything he needed. They only had separate rooms for the nights he spent with his concubines. Johanna got a pink towel out the linen closet and stepped in the tub leaning against the large bath pillow. It was identical to the one he had custom made for her bathroom. As her thoughts jumbled in her mind and she attempted to relax her muscles from the pain she had endured tears began to stream down her face. "I hate him." She sobbed quietly into her hands.