He was pathetic. His clothes still on, laying there, my creamy wet pussy covering his mouth. I basked in the moment. I came. I dominated and used him for my pleasure. He was my own personal toy. But I wasn’t done. He had no fucking clue that I knew about his little homewrecking whore. He probably thought this was some fun little sex game. One of my kinky, naughty fetishes that I liked to play out. Fuck that. I wiggled myself off his face, down to his chest. I sat on his chest. He was still wearing a tee shirt with one of his dumbass sports team logos on it. I hadn’t let him take off any of his clothes. Only me. And only so I could get pleasure from his mouth. I stared him in the eyes. “Do you like the way I taste?” I asked. He smiled, but no answer. His lips were glistening with the sweet nectar that had escaped me. I leaned down. He tried to meet me halfway, but I forced his head back onto the bed. “Don’t fucking kiss me,” I said. My head bent down farther, and I licked the edge of his lips with my tongue. Tasting myself. I wanted to say, “do I taste better than that fat bitch that you have over when I’m away?” But it wasn’t time for that. Not yet. I repeated, “do you like the way I taste?” Still, no answer, just a smile. “Fine, I guess you need to taste some more.”
I grabbed the cuffs, and cuffed his hands back together, over his head. I didn’t want him touching me. He would like that too much. I wanted more pleasure. After I cuffed him, I turned around and bent down. My pussy rested on his face and my head was inches from his cock, separated, of course, by his pathetic sweatpants. Actually, they were nice sweatpants, not the $15 kind you get from Target. He probably bought them with my money the same day he boned his fucking side chick. Who knows? I slid them down, along with his boxers. His cock was hard, turned on by licking my pussy and being dominated. “Should I suck it?” I asked. This time he answered. “Oh, now you can fucking talk, when you think you’re going to get a blowjob.” I licked the tip, just the tip, teasing him, and then I sat back up, smothering him with pussy. I wiggled back and forth, making myself wet. His lips and stubble felt so good along the crevices of my nether region. I moved a little faster. He couldn’t move me off him, he couldn’t touch me, he couldn’t do anything except squirm around with his legs. I bent down and teased him again, licking, this time, along his shaft. My tongue traced from the bottom of his head to almost where his shaft meets his balls.
“How bad do you want me to take you in my mouth?” I asked. He tried to answer but my pussy was pressed onto his mouth, muffling any sound that he was trying to make. “I guess you don’t want me to.” I moved my body of his face, down to his chest, so that my ass was inches from his face, and his cock was inches from mine.
“Yes, god yes, suck me,” he begged. His cock was so hard. The tension caused it to pulsate and move all on its own. I swirled little circles around the tip. It got harder. I moved my body back, just a little, and bent down farther. “Lick my ass if you want your cock in my mouth,” I said. He did. Goddamn that felt good. His tongue swirled around my tight little hole. As he was rimming me, I licked around his head, down his shaft, and back up, not yet taking him into my mouth. To be honest, I hadn’t decided if I was going to yet. “You can do better than that,” I told him. And then I thought to myself, “he probably needs his hands.”
“Do you need your hands?” I asked. I already knew the answer. If I wanted him to do what I was thinking, he needed his hands. I raised myself up, arched my back, and unlocked him without turning around. I resumed my position, my breath teasing his fully erect fuckstick. He didn’t have to be told. He began to lick my ass, making it dripping wet with his saliva. His hands parted my cheeks as his tongue swirled around, stimulating all my nerve endings. Fuck, that felt beyond good. A deal is a deal. I took the head of his penis into my mouth. Just the head. I can take the whole thing, I’m good like that, but not yet. I basically French kissed the tip and let it fall out of my mouth. He parted my ass a little more, his tongue traced around the inside of the rim. A deep rimming, you could say, but his tongue wasn’t inside me.
“If you want more, you’re going to have to do more,” I said. His hands parted my cheeks a little farther. I helped him out by moving back toward him. His tongue penetrated my tiny little hole. He had one finger of each hand along the side, parting me, and teasing me. His tongue went a little deeper. I took his head into my mouth and went farther down. Just less than half his cock was in my mouth and down my throat. His tongue slipped out, so his cock slipped out. I think he understood the game now. This time, it was a game. And I was making the rules. This cheating fuck didn’t get to decide anything.
“If you can’t, I can’t,” with a sassy, non-caring tone. This time he was a good boy and begin to eat my ass like he was supposed to. Two fingers from each hand parted my little hole, his tongue went inside me, and he began to lick. I bent down a little more, sneakily separating my thighs so that my ass would be more relaxed. It almost made his tongue go deeper without him doing a thing. Not to be a total bitch, I did as I promised. I took him into my mouth and worked my face all the way down. More than half his cock was in my mouth, and I could feel his face slamming into my ass. He was doing his best and it felt so fucking good. Then he came out, swirled his tongue around, rimming me, and back in. Okay, he was doing his job, I’ll do mine. I deepthroated him. My lips went all the way down his shaft, to his balls, and I held it there. I felt his cock pulsate inside my throat. He was getting wider, stretching my mouth. And his lips were on my ass now, his tongue inside me. I reached between my legs and started to rub my clit. Goddamn, so much stimulation, so much sex, I loved it! I rubbed myself harder and began bobbing my head up and down. He kept licking me and I kept sucking him and rubbing myself. Then, I felt the suction of his lips part and heard his head bonce back onto the pillow. I immediately raised my head off his cock, letting it make a loud thud onto his stomach. He was so close to cumming. Too bad. I could feel it. I actually tasted a small bit of precum. He could’ve came. I would’ve let him; he was doing his job. He was eating my ass like the little obedient bitch that I had made him become. He could’ve shot his hot cum down my throat. I would’ve swallowed. But no, he stopped. So, I stopped as well.
“Fuck, I was so close, why did you stop?” he asked, with heavy, laboring breaths separating each syllable. I spun around, straddled his chest, and cuffed his hands together again.
“I was close to,” I said. Then I leaned back, put my heels (yes, they were still on) against the headboard. I positioned myself so that my pussy was inches from his face, but he couldn’t move. His hands were cuffed, the weight of my body on his chest had him pinned against the bed. I arched my back, supported myself with my left hand, and rubbed my clit with my right. All he could do was watch as I made myself cum for the second time. I got off him, reached into the nightstand and pulled out a blindfold and a second pair of handcuffs. The blindfold was a decoy so that he wouldn’t try to get up before I cuffed his right ankle to the bedpost. Standing by the bed, I leaned over, my lips inches away from kissing him, and opened my mouth, “Too bad,” I said, as I sensually ran my tongue along my lips, “I really wanted you to fill my mouth with your warm, juicy, cum. But you just couldn’t follow the rules of the game. Maybe next time.”
With that, I put my panties on, turned around, and walked slowly away from him. I could feel his eyes watching me. My hips swayed. My barely-there thong showed enough to make him want me even more. I stopped at the dresser and opened my unmentionables drawer. I turned around and smiled at him. “What are you doing,” he asked. “I am so turned on. You are so fucking hot and sexy. I want you. I want to feel you. I want to cum inside you. Please!!” He was almost begging. He was harder than he had ever been, that’s for sure. I had more trouble than usual taking him into my mouth. In that moment, when his cock was down my throat, his tongue fucking my ass, and my hand rubbing my clit, I really did want his cum. I wanted to taste it, to swallow it. But not now. I gave him an evil smile, then I turned my attention back to my drawer. I reached for my yellow panties, the copy of the ones I found, the copy of hers, and…
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