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It’s late, past 2 a.m. when I stumble through the door, but I smile because you’ve waited up. I soon realize why; you’re kneeling with your legs spread, exposing, but not touching the perfectly erect cock centered between them.
I chuckle, realizing you’ve been thinking all evening about what I have been up to and hoping that when I get home you’ll get to hear the filthy details. Earlier I suggested that if you resisted playing with yourself and waited for me to come home, I might help you cum.
I didn’t imagine I would be out well past your usual bedtime and I’m amused thinking about the hours you’ve spent kneeling and aching for release. You must be desperate.
“Go to your room,” I say.
You look crushed, thinking I mean to send you to bed without cumming and I giggle.
“I’ll be in shortly,” I say and with a look of relief and delight on your face, you turn to scamper on all fours back to your room.
You’re such a good boy. I didn’t tell you that you had to crawl; I know you did that to impress me.
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In your room, I’ve got you on your back, wrists bound above your head because you can’t be trusted not to be grabby. My fingers are wrapped around your rigid erection.
“You can thrust and fuck your cute little hard-on into my hand while I share my evening with you and you’re allowed to cum when you’re ready,” I say.
You’re already panting as I begin my tale. I share that it had been arranged for six men to share me tonight. I tell you in detail about how each cock touched my lips and eventually all six pumped their seed deep inside my pussy. And when they’d all finished, I started sucking again, getting them ready to sink their cocks into me again.. two at a time, one in my pussy and one in my ass.
It doesn’t take long before your hips are thrusting wildly upward, pistoning your cock through my motionless hand. My grip is loose and requires that you gyrate and struggle to achieve the friction you crave. You’re working so hard to get off that you’re whimpering.
I’m impressed by how hard you’re trying, so I offer one more reward for the evening. I climb onto the bed and lift a leg over your chest, positioning myself just over your face. I pull up my skirt and just six inches above your face, you’re treated to the view of my cum-soaked, pink, puffy cunt.
You haven’t stopped fucking my fist, but you’re whimpering louder, nearly crying now. I love how hungry you are to taste the cum in my cunt.
“Lick,” I say, granting you permission to shove your tongue between my swollen, well-fucked pussy lips. As you cry out against me, I know that’s all you needed to start cumming and I let go of your cock just in time to see the cum leak from the tip of your cock and ooze out over your shaft.