I think we turned a new corner. I feel like i misbehaved and I have been punished. I mean properly punished.
We were talking about sex as we so often do. I asked him what turns him on the most and he said, “You masturbating is always good. Your pussy squirting is great.” I didn’t think sex was on the table this evening We were both tired and he was sore from our previous rounds but I was horny as hell. I tried to stay over the other side of the bed, knowing if I touched him, my hand (and probably my mouth) would venture southwards and if he was too sore to do anything, I’d be disappointed.
Eventually I asked him “so exactly how sore is sore?”
He replied “If sub makes herself squirt, perhaps that will encourage Sirs dick into action, also providing generous lubrication”
I needed no encouragement! I was so excited. I took my knickers off under the duvet and got to work, I parted my lips as I gently rubbed and teased at my clit. Softly at first, then harder, almost pressing on my little button. My breathing picked up and I became more and more aroused. He was right there, watching me. I could feel his eyes penetrating me, so I kept going furiously rubbing and stroking myself. I came close to cuming a couple of times but I just couldn’t find that release. The pressure of him waiting for me to explode made it so much more tense, I felt like was fighting a losing battle. Not wanting to be beaten, I went to the secret drawer where we keep all of our toys. I found my little pocket vibe that always seems to hit the sweet spot. I tried and tried and became more frustrated, desperate to cum but to no avail. I asked him for help. I thought he would jump at the chance. He told me no. I tried again, I licked my fingers to provide some moisture, It helped a little, the vibe was easier to manoeuvre but still I was on the edge. It was like the anticipation of a firework that just wouldn’t light. I asked him again for help, now desperate. “please, help me cum” I said. He reached in under the covers and found the right spot like a pro, and in less than 3 seconds, I‘d cum. He carried on… and I came again.. and again… and again… I lost count after 5 times. I could hardly breath, I was so relived but he kept going… I knew I was in trouble now. He was going to make me pay. Pay for the fact that I didn’t squirt for him like he’d asked. Pay for making him do the work that I just couldn’t finish.
"Fuck me", I begged. “No” came a sharp reply and he carried on, making me cum again. He changed positions, I thought he was going to fuck me now, surely. But no, rubbing my now very swollen clit, using all of my juices to keep him going. I begged him again to fuck me, I leaned up and tried to kiss his chest and he pushed me down. I tried to get back up again and he pushed me down again. I was gagging to be fucked, needing to have his hard cock thrust into me.
He started to wank, working us both at the same time. I was so frustrated and annoyed. He was relentless. There was no let up. I begged him and begged him to fuck me, he refused over and over. I thought he might let up right at the end and just fuck me, even if just for a little bit, but he didn’t. He just covered me with his warm cum and then cleaned himself up. leaving me there, in my own juices. I was gutted. I felt used and cheated… But I’d learnt a lesson very quickly. I now saw him in a new way…and I was excited! |
