Nov 192013
 

After I come a second time deep in your throat, your pussy is aching, dripping.

“I need to come,” you say.

“You’ve been a good girl,” I say. “But you keep getting this part wrong.”

“I’m sorry,” you say. You look down at the ground. How long have you been kneeling? Your knees ache.

You take a second to regain your composure. You stand. You look me in the eyes, boldly. “I have a present I want to give you,” you say. “I want to give you my orgasm.”

I smile again.

“You do?” I ask.

“Yes. Very much.”

“And what if I don’t want your orgasm?” I ask.

“If you don’t want my orgasm, I want to give you whatever it is you want from me,” you say. You’ve found your voice. You know this is the right answer. And not only that, but you sound as if you (almost) mean it.

“Are you sure?” I say.

“I’m sure,” you say, more confidently.

“I see,” I say. “Walk over to the bed for me,” I tell you.

You do as I say.

“Lie down for me,” I say. Not a question.

You do as I say.

“Please come for me,” I say.

Your eyes roll back in your head, and your hands finally find your pussy….

Say something! (I just did....)