Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 7 Chapter 286/ 36: Enough

My dreams were amazing and wet. My cock was in heaven. I moaned, and I felt myself release a jettison of cum, which made my eyes flutter open and my hips buck. I looked down, and Crystal had my cock deep in her throat and was skull fucking herself on it. She moaned and pulled out my cock, escaping her throat, and she swallowed. "Mmm," Crystal moaned as I watched her over my breasts.

"What?" I sleepily asked.

"Mistress, I wanted to wake you up instead of your alarm," Crystal smiled.

"Are you still mad at me?" I could not help myself and asked.

Crystal's cheeks puffed cutely, and she glared, "I told you I was not mad."

"You acted mad," I replied.

"Drop it?"

"Okay."

"Thank you, I will tell you, I just," Crystal licked her lips to buy herself time, "Look, I, I just.' She closed her eyes, "I have had past relationships that shit went down. Okay?"

"Okay. I am not pressuring you, Crystal," I said and got up and pulled her in and snuggled her into my breasts before falling back and pulling her up along with me. "You are older than me and have more experience doing stuff than me. Sure, our age gap is not huge, but it is there. I have shit that I went through, but relationships?" I chuckled, "How many have I had? None? You are my first relationship. You are my first woman; frankly, I could not have chosen better. So, just because you had others before me and I haven't is not something I am worried about. You are you; they are them. You are who I am with; they are not. You just continue to be my Minx; be who you are naturally. Get mad when you want, get horny when you want. Tell me you don't want me around when you want. Just be honest with me. I don't really care about anything else. Everything else we can talk about and figure out together."

"You are so fucking mean," Crystal said and pulled herself tighter to me, and I held her. She pulled her head out but put her chin on my chest with her head compressed between my breasts. "You are really mean," Crystal complained, "Do you want to shower?" She asked a moment later, "I want to fuck you in the shower, then blow you while you cook."

I chuckled and smiled, "Sure, I like that sound."

"Crystal, I have a question," I said slowly before I got moving.

"What?"

"Do you think I am going too far with Samantha? Teasing her and annoying her?" I asked bluntly.

"Samantha is a Dom, remember that. She has been getting annoyed with you. Based on my conversations with her, she would never fire you at this point. She is annoyed at your lack of cleaning. But the fact of the matter is, and she has been saying this, is that you are worth your own damn cleaning team. Seriously, I think you fail to realize how Busy Samantha's business has gotten."

"What do you mean?"

"Your lineup, Samantha, is up charging you. Take a larger cut with nothing taken from you. Then, some of those funds can be used to clean more and provide better facilities. Everyone wants your services, though; a hot young, busty girl with both a dick and a pussy? Where else can they find that? So those who are waiting, Samantha has allowed them to have a second way of moving up the line."

"Oh?" I asked curiously.

"Other than paying more than the rest, they can pay other Mistress and get a quarter of that towards pushing themselves forward in your queue, but the other mistresses don't make as much as you. So, they are cheaper and more skilled and are getting more clients because of you. Samantha has basically been nonstop lately."

"Why, then, do I never see people there?" I asked, and Crystal smiled.

"Because she has been scheduling around you, idiot." Crystal mocked, "You, not being seen, is a form of advertisement. People are getting more and more curious. For those who have been there around the time you have been there, it is more like Samantha could not find another time for them. It is her failure when you see them. That is how much of a nuisance you are. Every Tuesday and Thursday, she has to mark out a time when no or fewer clients are around. Then she gets paid the same amount for when you're there as she would with ten Mistress's working basically. She is making BANK."

"Oh, wow," I said dumbly. "Seriously?"

"Angela, you seem to fail to understand how fucking hot you are."

"Well, in my defense, I have never had anyone confess to me till this year?"

"And you have F-cup breasts that defy gravity. Eight-pack abs, although the last two are still developing. Nice S-shaped curves that defy logic. Dainty arms that make you look weaker than you are. Straight blonde hair with blue eyes that are fucking amazing. Like, What do you want me to do to point out that I know women who have gone through plastic surgery that fail to reach your standards."

"I-"

"Nope, no arguments; you are a fucking fifteen out of fucking ten; the scale breaks when it comes to measuring how fucking hot you are. You are also fucking humble about it for some reason at times. You have that Tomboy charm that makes you feel like one of the guys while simultaneously just vibing as a woman. You know you have feminine charm but use it in a way that just, Fuck, it is so amazing. You are a walking cheat code."

"But-"

"NO BUTS!" Crystal exclaimed, "No, You have an amazing ass too~!" Crystal complained, "Like it has a thin layer of fat, which I have not the fucking foggiest idea how it is fucking there. Like seriously, You work out fucking hours and hours and hours a day. And somehow, there is the fat in your tits and ass! HOW! But it makes you look fucking hot as fuck even with how much muscle is packed in there! You are amazing, and yes, I have a bias; I love you, but ask anyone, are you conventionally attractive? FUCK YES YOU ARE! The Germans in the fucking nineteen thirties, if they could get over your cock would be building a shrine to you. So, please, Don't give me bullshit that you are not attractive."

"Well, Fuck. Stop making it hard on me to make shit up."

"You are just trying to be a bitch. Now, Take me to that shower, ravage me, then let me suck you off like a good girlfriend."

"Hmmm, I don't know, maybe like a good girlfriend. I just tease you and make you think you're going to get sex and then decide I have a headache."

"I swear to god, Angela, if you cock block me this morning, I am going to be mad."

"Well," I started to laugh, not able to help myself; I loved this part of her. She just stated what she wanted. I pulled her tight and flipped her over onto the bed with me above her, and I kissed her, "Your right; I am going to fuck you in that shower. You are going to love it, then like a good slutty girlfriend, I am going to cook you a nice breakfast while you are on your hands and knees like a good housewife from the fifties cleaning my cock off properly."

"Fuck, How do you make that sound so fucking sexy."

I kissed her again, "because it is me," I said. I got up, off of her, and headed to the bathroom, where I turned on the hot water and started to get ready to shower.

"You know what you mean~!" I heard Crystal complain.

"Then hopelessly fall in love with me," I snapped back without much thought, "I will take care of you, and you will just have to put up with me being mean forever!"

I stopped and realized what I had just said, and I turned to look at Crystal frozen, looking at me in shock. I could see the absolute startlement before she blushed hard, "HOW FUCKING DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU SAY SOMETHING SO FUCKING MEAN!" Crystal moved faster than I had ever seen her, and I felt her hands pressing against my breasts, pushing me against the wall. "I JUST TOLD YOU NOT TO BE MEAN TO ME! THEN YOU SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT TO ME! YOU BITCH!" 

I did what any good mistress had to do as I just pissed off Crystal again, and I grabbed her and pulled her up, and captured her lips. I flipped us around, and her legs wrapped around me. I pinned her to the wall and kissed her harder. She resisted for a couple of moments but then melted in my strong arms, and I walked over into the shower, where we instantly got wet; my cock hardened as she started stroking my cock, and I continued to shut her up by kissing her.

It seemed that Crystal was getting mad at me for talking like that. She had me hard quickly, and I picked her ass up, and she moved it under her, and I felt the tip of my cock against her pussy, and I forced myself in, and she quivered on my cock. The kiss broke, and I got a glare, "I know what you are doing," Crystal snarled, and I shoved my cock deeper in reply. I pulled her back and shoved myself deep once more, and she moaned, and her head swung back.

"Yeah, and it will work on a slut like you," I said with a massive smile, and I started to thrust in and out of her as her legs straightened, unable to wrap around me as I pounded her pussy hard and swiftly. 

"Ah~! Ah~! YOU~! AH~! AH~! BITCH~! AH~! FUCK~! AH~! I~! LOVE~! AH~! YOU~! I ~! LOVE~! YOU~! BITCH~!" Crystal started to moan and scream out words of love as I fucked her harder, and I loved it.

I loved this, and I was not going to stop as her pussy quivered and tightened. I pushed her against the shower wall, and she was being pushed up the wall with straight legs as I thrust into her. The sound of my balls was heard over the sound of the shower water pelting us, and her screams eclipsed those, and I kissed her again.

We melted into each other, and I broke the kiss and fucked her up the wall again, then partook of her nipples. I bit and sucked on them, and she wrapped her arms around my head and tried to pull me off her nipples.

"Mistress~! MISTRESS~! MY NIPPLE~! MY POOR NIPPLE~! IT FEELS TOO GOOD~!"

I started to tease that nipple harder, and I fucked her womb with my cock at the same time. I moaned on her tit, and I bit and pulled back, making her squeal and pull at my hair to get me to stop. I didn't, and I thrust into the back of her womb. Crystal Squealed and her pussy spasmed, and I felt her gush on my cock, and I reached my peak inside her and thrust into her womb, then released the torrent inside her, and I saw her legs tremble and shake.

I moaned and let go of her nipple, and her breasts sprung back into place. Crystal held onto me as her legs continued to shake. I waited for her to recover and pulled her up and off my cock and set her back down, and she glared at me. "You are not forgiven. How dare you say I can fall hopelessly in love with you and that you will take care of me. It was not fair, and you fucking know it!"

"I said it without thinking," I replied honestly.

"That is the thing, you just say, amazingly romantic things, that you just say as the truth. I FEEL YOU MEANING IT!" Crystal complained as the hot water poured down on us. "I FEEL IT! IT MEANS THINGS TO ME!"

"It's not like I don't mean them."

"THERE YOU GO AGAIN!"

"Should I be sorry?"

"NO! Why would I want you to apologize for that?"

"Then what do you want me to do?" I asked, exasperated.

"JUST BE YOURSELF AND ALLOW ME TO BE MYSELF LIKE YOU ALREADY DO!"

"Fine!" I said, and I turned her around.

"What?"

"Then you have been a naughty fucking bitch and yelling at your Mistress." I snapped, and I grabbed her by the hair and forced her down, and smacked that perfect ass hard.

"AH~!"

"You Naughty bitch," I snarled and spanked her, and Crystal was confused and fought a little as I started to count.

"One! Two! THREE! FOUR!"

"Mistress, please~!"

"FIVE~! SIX~!" I snapped, spanking her ass hard and frequently ignoring her complaints. "You want to confuse me?! TWELVE~!" I snapped at her, "Confuse your Mistress for being herself! Fine," I smacked her ass hard rapidly, and she squealed; her ass turned red, and I counted to twenty-five quickly. "Then you get punished." I snarled, "Now, be a good bitch and wash me and service me."

 I finished, and Crystal looked at me as I pulled her up and let go with eyes I did not get. "Yes, Mistress."

Moments later, Crystal was no longer complaining. Instead, she started to wash my body thoroughly like a worship, but not slowly. She understood we did not have all morning, and soon she finished washing me, and I stepped out. 

"You can sit in there and think about why I punished you, and I am going to go get ready and make breakfast," I said, walking away and grabbing a towel. I started to dry myself off, and I got to washing my face and brushing my teeth. 

I did not know how to deal with Crystal, who was pouting like she was pouting. She was both angry and wanted me to keep doing what I was doing. How was I supposed to fucking talk if she kept telling me to shut up because the words I was saying were making her too happy?

I WASN'T EVEN TRYING FOR THAT!

Maybe that was the problem. I was just being myself, and my problems with her not telling me her issues were still there. I did not know what to do about it, and frankly, I was honest. I was not going to ask and let her talk to me on her own time. 

I could only chuckle to myself, and I saw Crystal coming out of the shower with a large pout and a glare at me. "You are mean.

"I swear, I will get the Pillory, close it on you, then proceed to count to one hundred with your ass. The only thing to count up is something long and hard that is not my cock."

"Promise?"

"Oh, then I will fuck other women in front of you for hours while leaving you in a chastity belt for a week."

"You wouldn't," Crystal gasped.

"You have been acting angry at me, and I am at my limit. I just want to talk to you and enjoy it. You getting mad is not great,"

"I am not mad."

"Then stop acting like it," I sneered, turning to see her pouting. I will drop it, but for at least this morning, please, stop."

Crystal nodded, and I smiled. "Sorry to play hardball, but I am tired and like you as you are normally. I don't mean to do whatever it is that you are mad about. Okay?"

Crystal nodded, and I smiled, "Good, I will see you downstairs."

"Oh, I cleaned your workout outfits; I put the new one on the dresser inside my closet last night."

"Thanks!" I said sincerely, "I love those new outfits. I had never tried this brand, and I was with Hilda, and that store was amazing. I plan to buy at least another twenty or so from them. I just want to wait until my bras come in. I got Hilda to buy me a dozen or so."

"Why?" Crystal asked curiously as I crossed the room.

"I was acting like a bitch, so I thought it would be fun. Plus, I was interested. If she did not buy them, then I would have; it was not like I am without money."

"I sometimes forget if I am being honest," Crystal replied.

"Eh, it's not like I like getting money involved in our relationship. I should pay for groceries once in a while, though," I said.

"It's okay; it is basically nothing. Take me out for a hot date in return."

"Okay, any spots you want?"

"A Convention is coming up next weekend. Not this one, the next one. You want to go?"

"What is it for?" I asked.

Crystal chuckled as I was getting dressed, "It is a BDSM Swingers convention. The size is smaller, but there are more of them. I hear that it might be busier than normal, and I would love to watch you fuck another couple again."

"So, your idea of a hot Date," I said as I finished getting dressed, "Is for us to go to a BDSM convention and fuck other people?" I asked. Crystal smiled and walked to her closet as I walked past. 

"Exactly, you get me so well."

"Should I move forward for our anniversaries and stuff like that, just fuck other couples in front of you as a gift?"

"Well, not all of them," Crystal said with a clear pout.

"But a Surprise here and there is not something you would mind.

"Exactly!"

"I have a great but weird girlfriend. I think you would be happier hunting them down yourself and presenting them to me after making them confess their darkest fantasies."

"Hey!" Crystal popped her head out of the closet to glare at me. "You're right, but you're being mean."

I raised an eyebrow and returned the glare, and Crystal escaped. I shook my head and headed out of the room. Heading downstairs, I yawned and looked at the place, which had been cleaned up again. None of the moved furniture or anything showed. Crystal cleaned it all up without saying a thing. Once again, she washed my clothes and did it without even showing me a thing of her doing it. She fucked me asleep, and I bet it was more than once. She was probably going to go back to bed for a nap after I left.

Yet it was the fact she was unwilling to show me that annoyed me a bit.

I sighed and walked into the kitchen. I started to look through the fridge, pull things out, and get started. I yawned and started to use Crystal's kitchen like it was my own. I had cooked here enough times that I was familiar with, and I heard soft patters of Crystal walking into the kitchen where she got into her place just below me and fished out my cock, and started to suck it into her mouth. 

The pleasure of cooking and getting a blowjob was both dangerous and amazing. I continued to cook, letting Crystal do her work. She was enjoying herself fawning over my cock. I could tell that Crystal was enjoying herself immensely as she teased and fucked her skull with my cock. It was becoming an addictive ritual with her, and I loved it.

Cooking did not take long, and neither did it take long for Crystal to make me shove my cock down her throat and release a white tide of cum in large ropes for her enjoyment. When I pulled out of her throat, she went over to the table, and I looked at her naughty expression that was filled with pride and lust. "You know, I love blowing that massive cock. It is now a part of my pride. I can take your massive futanari cock down my throat and get skull fucked by it."

"Fair enough," I replied, chuckling as I started to plate the food. I packed mine and her lunch, putting hers in the fridge. 

"You know, I used to always be the cook in relationships?" Crystal said, taking her first bite, and sighed with a smile. But you're a much better cook, and you do it without complaint."

"Thanks, I guess?" I replied and continued to eat. "It is something we all need to do, so I just do it."

"Yeah, but people bitch about it, I bitched about it too. I am not a huge fan of cooking."

I was about to open my mouth, but I shut it, and Crystal's eyes narrowed, "What?"

"Well, I was going to say that I do the cooking and you do the cleaning, but that is not a very fair split of the household labor."

"That is true, although you think of the meals too."

"You do the grocery shopping; I just use what you buy."

"That reminds me, tell me things that you want me to pick up. I just confusedly walk around picking things up."

"I-" I paused and looked at her surprised, "Why, just pick up whatever; I am used to figuring shit out."

"What do you mean?"

"Exactly as I said. I never really picked groceries before; I just use what is in the fridge."

"You're lying."

"Why would I lie about that?" I asked, confused.

"Did you pick food when you were younger?"

"Not really. I more or less asked my mom and dad to go grocery shopping, and they would pick up enough for me to eat. I am not really picky, so I just cook what is available."

"Fuck you, no, that can't be true."

"What? I use what is in the fridge. You see me doing it all the time," I told her bluntly. "Why are you getting worked up about this?"

"Because that means you don't plan meals, you don't plan anything, you just look in my fridge, see a bunch of random fucking ingredients and make a fucking meal. I can't do that!"

"Okay," I said and continued to eat, looking at her oddly, "I do?"

Crystal closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "But you cook great meals."

"Thanks."

"Angela, has anyone ever told you that you sometimes destroy people's worldviews?"

"Why? I never really had a choice before, so I just looked in the fridge. I just see if there are veggies, meats, eggs, or whatever, and then I look in the spices to see what is available. Then I try and remember if there is anything I am not supposed to touch, and then I cook. Usually, there is more than enough to make something nice. That is unless the fridge is running low on food. I don't really think about it that much; I just do it. I have been doing it for a fucking decade?! What is wrong with what I am doing?"

Crystal was pinching the bridge of her nose, "And you make two separate meals?"

"Yeah, Why?"

"You're insane," Crystal sighed.

"Why?" I said, getting annoyed.

"NO ONE DOES THAT!" Crystal exclaimed. "You buy the food you need to make meals and then cook them. That is what normally happens!"

"Why, just buy a bunch of stuff, and I will cook some things. It's not hard! A lot of things mix together, and sauces are not hard to make! Baking, I will agree with you, though. I am not that great at baking."

"I'm done," Crystal said and went back to eating. You are destroying my brain. Still, I want to buy things that you want."

"I don't really-"

"NOPE, you are coming with me to the grocery store at some point soon. You are at least one time going to show me how you fucking grocery shop!" Crystal said, pointing her fork at me with a threatening gesture.

"Okay, fine," I said, exasperated, "I mean, I will just be taking things off the shelf and picking up random things that I know I can cook with, but whatever."

"Why do I have a feeling I am going to regret bringing you with me shopping?"

"I don't know," I said as I continued to devour my food. I watched as Crystal angrily continued to eat hers for a couple of moments before she started to enjoy herself.

I finished up, got up, and found my bag all ready by the stairs, which I had not noticed. "You packed my bag?" I asked.

"Yup, I put a spare workout outfit in there, a fresh towel, and supplies to shower if you need them. Your lunch has a space for it." Crystal turned to me. " I don't think you need anything else, right?" Crystal asked.

"No, not really. Oh, I just remembered something," I chuckled. What do you think about making a chastity belt and cage for a Futanari?"

"You want to cage yourself?" Crystal asked incredulously, and I chuckled.

"No, almost worse." I sighed, "My half-sister."

"I am not going to ask. Yeah, I can." Crystal said, "It would need to be custom, though. I would need to have measurements."

"Good, I will bring the bitch here."

"Okay," Crystal said and continued to eat her food, "You know, sometimes I wonder if there will be a time you stop surprising me. Then you pull this out."

"Thanks?"

"Are you going to fuck your Mom next?" Crystal asked with sarcasm, making me laugh.

"She is a masochist."

"Seriously," Crystal said.

"Yeah, she is; I have a vent to my parent's bedroom in my room. I had to hear that shit."

"Maybe that is why you are so fucked up in some ways."

I put on my shoes, not dignifying that with a response, and I sighed as I finished putting on my shoes after I had put on my weights. "Well, I am out of here."

"You coming home tonight?"

"I believe so; I am not sure if I planned anything. Oh, I have something to tell you about Kylar when I get back. Remind me to tell you, okay?"

"Okay, I will try to remember for you."

"Thanks~! See you, Minx~!"

With that, I was out the door.