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I had just gotten out of the shower. And my hair was damp, so I did what I normally do. Got the hair dyer out and began my after shower routine. Life is hard for a Broadway Actor. Well, soon to be. Knock.
There was something at the door. "Open up." He said. No that was someone, my husband. "Come Rachel, I need to drop a…"
"That's enough!" I interrupted. "Just wait or go across the street." After 4 months in our new home he still hasted learn. No one interrupts Berry's hair time.
"Fuck this." The knob of the door started turning. No. Finn ran into the room with no pant on. I could see his,.. Pe,.. Manhood flapping all over the place it was disgusting. Ever since we moved in together he would walk around the apartment with a boner and no clothes like he owned the place. Then he try and convince me to do it, or him. After being to rude.
"Finn, get out!" I yelled. I bet the neighbors could hear me again. It wasn't my fault. Finn was a jerk. "I'm doing my hair!" I was stumping and yelling. It was pretty much a girly tantrum. Only Finn could pull those things out of me. I hated him for that.
"If will just let me finish. You can go back to your hair thing." He said. The ass. He wasn't king of this house. I was going to say something back but then I heard: Pop. Plump. Holy shit. He really was shitting.
"Finn?" I whined. "What the hell?"
"Yea, whatever." He brushed me aside. Ass. Then I heard a stream of liquid follow. Gross. He looked over. "No more toilet paper. Shit." He under his breath, I didn't know why.
"Here there's some in the cabinet." I bent down to open it.
"No wait. I'll…" He tried to stop me but he was to late. I opened the door to see toilet paper. But I also found something else. Magazines. To be precise, Naughty Step Pa Weekly's Special Double D's Collection. "What the fuck is this!" He turn away from me in his shame. "You ass. Is this what you like? Some high school drop outs, big plastic boobs, whores, sucking on some pervert's pe…" I stopped. Shit.
He laughed. "Come on. Say it!" He was yelling. "Penis! Cock! Dick! Blowjob." I tried to speak. "The good stuff. God damn it Rachel. You such a brat." He started gesturing to himself. "You know how long I've had that. About a three days. Because The last ones had to many cum stains in them. It was good, I normally throw them out after a week."
"Why would you… Do ,that, to this garbage." I whined. I was in emotional pain. My husband had no respect for be, and he,.. Pleased himself to,.. magazines. "Am I not good enough?" I had to be. I am his wife, his rock, his love, his only lover.
"Almost you just don't give me, what I need." He gesture to his,.. Manhood.
"Your going to stop doing this. To these things." I tried putting my foot down but Finn had a final response.
He pulled his,.. Manhood up. "You know just what to do." I stood there. "Knees. Or I'll leave this house, and find someone how will." He spoke so soft but so strong. I knelt down. Right in front of him. I started stroking him.
He started rubbed my head. He only did that to make me feel better. To calm me down and show me love. It worked, but not for long. He started adding pressure to my head. "Suck." he commanded.
"I don't think I can." I cried, hoping he'd disregard our fight and go back to normal.
"No way bitch. You started this." He grabbed his cock it was erect. "Open your open your mouth." I did. "Move it down." I did. "Close and suck." I did. "Good I'll do the rest." He did. Finn motioned my head up and down. Ever other down he would push to deep and I would gag. I think he liked it. Gross. "Rachel you don't know how happy your making me." He didn't know how much he was scaring me, how much I hated his urine flavored,.. Manhood. He started curling my hair into a ponytail, then a bun. He used it for more tug. It worked. "Rachel, Baby. Up." He grunted. I knew that grunt it was his,.. finishing grunt.
I pulled up adjust his force. "Good." I tried my best to put on a fake smile, it was working. "No you can finish, yourself like usual." I tried to go. He stopped me.
"Baby, where did you think I always finished." Shit. Now I felt naive.
"You know I hate that stuff." I always told him it was gross. But he would always insist. Then when I finally said no, he'd go to the bathroom. Stupid. These magazines are my fault.
Then he came without warning,.. I guess. Shit it was gooey. He shoot three times into my face. Some got into my mouth. It was gross. Why would any women want this.
"Ha ha." Finn was laughing. "Now clean it up."
"I can't." I wiped the stuff and hidden tears from my face. He gave me that look.
"Just need to clean up." He grabbed my hair. And barely wiped away the left over,.. Reminds. I started to cry. This was humiliating. This is not the suppose to happen in a Jewish marriage. This isn't the Finn I wanted. I use not able to hold back my tears. "Damn it. Don't start crying. Look at the bright side more time for you hair. You get to wipe it clean now. That reminds me. Pass me a roll of tissue." I did. He cleaned his self and left me.