"Don't Call Him Tye, Honey. His Name Is Mister Johnson."

I went back after a shower and sneaking my electric shit out of the bathroom again.

I felt horrible, but seeing her on the couch, not just how fucking hot she was and that it immediately made me feel like it was worth it, this hot situation for domestic bliss, but going to her and hugging made it all better.

Well. Almost.

Her phone was just off from using it and then stopping, which I didn't look into. Until she tried to be subtle.

"Did you enjoy your shower baby?" She asked sweetly.

I nodded. "Yes baby. Getting back to you duh." I kissed her forehead.

She sighed and hugged me.

After a while she gently moved her hand down to my junk and slowly lay it there.

Finally she started to knock it. Then slowly move to grope and reach, groping around and beginning to stroke up and down the bulge. She looked up at me and smiled. She looked innocent and slowly began to jack me off up and down. "Do you like that sweetie?" She asked.

I moaned. She kissed me and slowly stroked. She sped up already suggesting something had gotten into her she had a goal. And there was no getting that cock out for her either, just the bulge, until my thrusts made her bite her lip, sigh and then slowly pull down and pull it out. "I really do love your cock you know that baby?"

"Y- I can see that baby..." I moaned.

She stroked my bare cock and looked into my eyes with her beautiful clear blues, and pouted with a small twitch to her eyebrows. "Did you have a good day at work today baby?"

I stopped. I gulped. She blinked and cleared her throat, stroking harder. She played it cool. "I mean like... like you know. I know you get all hard and everything you just work so hard you know? I think you deserve a reward... that's all..."

"Baby..."

She looked coy and then slowed the strokes, then slowly sped up to a same pace a hard pace like she wanted me to cum. She didn't say it though. Yet. She looked into my eyes.

"Don't you think you could maybe be a little better to your Boss?"

I froze and got HARD. I moaned.

"AHHH! F- fuck you! Don't joke around with me like that! Y- you know I hate him-"

"I- I know! It's just..." She looked aside and stroked.

This was her attempt to play it cool lying to me doing what he wanted? I was doing most of the lying myself.

She kept going. "I just... think that maybe men... who give so much and do so much for us and work so hard for us you know. It's like a he- heir- a-"

"Heirarchy!" I gasped.

"Yes! That baby. It's like a hirachee. Some men just earn more you know? Maybe it would be nicer to show a little more respect?" She looked at me with a serious question like it was real. Her brow up and telling me off. At home. About him.

"AAGGHHH!" If this wasn't so hot I'd-

She looked like my reaction was a surprise to her and kept going, before slowly slowing down with my fully hard cock.

I had to protest. Somewhere. "I'm not showing Tye respect baby you- you know what the fuck he did to me-! Ahh!"

"Don't call him Tye, Puppy... call him-" She gulps, looking worried again. "Call him Mr Johnson... please?" She blinks sweetly with a pout. "Do it for me? You know you have to show a little respect don't you? If you're going to keep your job? I didn't tell you before but that was part of the umm arrangement we made I worked out with him you know. He's a big softie really..."

I couldn't think. Him, her whoever holy fuck this was too much. I was going to cum. I was going to cum to being told to respect this man by my own fucking woman forcing the cum out of me-

"Say it with me, sweetie... 'Mr Johnson'. Mr Johnson. Mr... Johnson..." I see her eyes glaze over and her lip bite absently. She blinks out of it and clears her throat, stroking me off a little faster, and then slower.

She maintains a consistent pace, by no means the fastest ever, but it doesn't matter. I'm going to cum. I 'm going to cum to her making me call him 'Mr Johnson'.

"Mr... aahhhh...!" I moan and my cock twitches. She speeds up, but coos softly in my ear, caring. Lightly dominant. She nods and kisses my jaw, nodding and moaning little affirmations. "Good boy... good boy there we are... there there puppy... Mr Johnson say it. One more time now."

"Mr Johnson! AH!" I moan and she strokes faster, squelching quickly as I moan and pant, her hand soothing the back of my neck as she shushes me and I cum. I cum buckets I cum a fountain spurt up into the air and all over her hand. She keeps jerking the same pace fucking my hips and I buck and take it. "Mr- Mr Johnson... aahhnnn..."

"That's right sweetie. Mr Johnson. Ssshhh..." I cum in her hand and breathe down. She wipes all of it onto her fingers, and looks me in the eye as she licks it up, sucking each finger slowly. "There there... good boy."

Then she leans in close, hands either side of me, and stares into my eyes with those blues. Concerned, but a little frowning at me. Just the littlest bit disappointed. "That was just a stip- u- you know. Part of it, making you maybe show him a little more respect that's all. Now don't forget that, okay puppy? His name isn't Tye, it's Johnson. And..."

She looks down embarrassed, still not saying the last of it. She bites her lip, then turns back to cup my face and stare. She whispers it quickly, "And he's got big- big dick energy, pay attention and you might learn from him."

She says it in a rush, breathing it lightly, and I play along. "Wh-what?"

She shakes her head, smiling "Nothing! Nothing... you know. You heard me right? Like some men... you know? Nothing shame-y about that. Learning from another man. You boys can get all antsy about that that's all."

I'm caught, but have to play along. "S-sure... right."