So ok, Mike still was interested in me. I guess it just had to be at his pace on his time.
I let him continue with his game while I went to watch tv.
The next day Dan texted me.
D: Everything ok?
I was still pissed off though, that he had abandoned me at the first sign of trouble.
Me: You asshole.
D: Why?
Me: You should have stayed behind to defuse the situation.
D: Well, as you have replied, I guess everything is ok?
Me: Yeah.
D: Should I come over again?
Me: Fuck off.
I wasn’t going to fuck him now. Not for a while anyway. He needed to be taught a lesson.
Work resumed as usual, I did my usual morning calls, went out to pack lunch, and had the whole afternoon free as usual.
Tom was still telling me his fantasies. What a weirdo. After yesterday, I was surprised that he wasn’t texting me to meet up. But I liked his fantasies anyway, so I continued sending him pics to inspire him to indulge me.
Mid way through, I decided to ask him over instead. He knew my address, so I met him at the void deck. I told him to park, as I didn’t want to go to some obscure car park again.
This time I decided not to tease him too badly, just wearing an oversized t-shirt which totally covered my FBT shorts. On hindsight, it was probably just as bad as the tube dress.
I expected him to start attacking me in the lift, but he did not. Even after entering the house, he simply sat on the sofa as I sat beside him.
Me: Do you want to carry on from yesterday?
T: Which part?
Me: Where we left off.
T: Oh…
Me: Well?
He thought about it for a while.
T: Maybe we should start from the beginning?
That actually wasn’t such a bad idea. At least he would be doing all the work for the first part, I could relax and get pleasured. Weird guy. He could have said yes and I’d give him a blowjob he’d remember for a long time. But since he wanted it this way, why not?
I stood up and removed my t-shirt and bra and my FBT shorts and panties. I was totally naked in front of him for the first time. He had never seen me like this before, even in photos.
He sat me down and kissed my neck. I guess he wasn’t sure if he should kiss me on the mouth. We weren’t that close yet perhaps.
He gently massaged my boobs and teased my nipples. I expected his fingers to go down but instead, he did. What a surprise. At least now I would find out if his mouth was as good as his fingers.
Same as yesterday, he teased my lips first, deliberately making me high then bringing me back down by pulling away. But this time he used his tongue.
I couldn’t help but compare him and Mike. Of course I’d experienced Mike more over the years, but having another guy do it was a brand new experience for me and honestly pretty thrilling.
He still had this knack of giving me many tiny orgasms. Ok, maybe they weren’t actually orgasms, but I felt damn good. And it all led up to the big orgasm.
His mouth and chin were wet and sticky by the time he was done.
I passed him some wet tissue.
Me: Well?
T: Well what?
Me: What’s next?
T: That’s up to you.
Argh. I really would have just raped him there and then. He had already been so intimate with me and yet he could still want to drag it out further. It was truly driving me crazy.
How was it even possible that he could control himself? I hadn’t even done much to pleasure him at all but he had already shown me his hand. Or rather fingers and tongue. Surely any other guy would insist I return the favour?
I stared at him. It seemed like he was already having a hard-on. But he didn’t seem to want to do anything with it, leaving me to make the decision. It was now or never.
Me: Strip.
He took off his t-shirt, berms and boxers. There was definitely a trail of precum there, but he was flaccid.
Me: Come closer. Stand in front of me.
He came over. I ran my finger along his shaft. His dick twitched. I pulled back his foreskin. It was sticky with his precum. I stroked him slowly until he was fully hard. I looked at him.
Me: Well?
T: Up to you.
I didn’t know how much longer I could wait. The weeks and months of back and forth teasing with guy was driving me insane. Was I not attractive enough for him to want to do anything to me? Or was he feeling unattractive in his own way and unworthy of me?
Sure, he thought didn’t have a huge dick (in his opinion anyway, and I was sure many others would beg to differ), I didn’t know how long he could last, but his fingers and tongue were pretty magical, and it made me feel good. The next logical step would be to test his cock. But he was so non-committal. Like he was afraid of something.
I wanked him slowly with his foreskin, squeezing every time I reached the head, letting his precum oozed out. With my fingers, I spread his precum all over his head, providing more lubrication.
He practically had no reaction. Just looking down at me without so much as a smile.
Unlike Dan and Mike, he just stood there and let me play with him. Even Ben would sometimes hold on to my head and fuck my mouth. But with Tom, there was no moaning, or any other visible reaction from him. Except for his dick twitching, and more precum oozing out. Was he playing with me? Or was I not doing things right in the first place? Maybe other guys were just indulging me and my horrible blowjobs.
I pulled him closer to me. My face centimetres from his dick. I purposely exhaled on it. Still no reaction. Maybe it was spoilt. I ran my tongue down his shaft towards his balls, before taking each in my mouth, sucking lightly. Other than the occasional twitch, there was still no other reaction. I sucked harder. Still no reaction. He was defiantly challenging me. Maybe I should chew on them to see if he would react. But I was determined to suck him dry to punish him.
I ran my tongue back up, then covered his dickhead with my lips, twirling my tongue around, alternating between hard and soft sucks. Still no reaction other than twitching. I could feel more precum coming out though. So at least I knew he was being aroused.
I went deeper, intending to deepthroat him to see if there was any reaction. He hit the back of my throat and I gaggeg. He really didn’t have to worry about filling up my mouth nicely as he obviously did. Perhaps he might say my mouth was small, just like he said my hands were.
I attempted to lick his balls with his cock deep in my mouth the same way I did with Dan, but somehow I failed miserably. Did this mean he was longer than Dan? I really couldn’t tell but I guess it was.
I continued blowing him for the longest time with no reaction. Was he even enjoying this? It was crazy. Everyone else had succumbed to my blowjobs within minutes. I wasn’t timing but I estimated I had been blowing for at least 30 minutes and my jaw was getting sore. I was still determined to punish him, but I was getting tired. Maybe his dick was really spoilt and he couldn’t cum. Or maybe he was torturing me, paying me back for all the teasing pictures.
45 minutes on, I really wanted to give up, but he didn’t appear to be anywhere near coating my throat with his cum. I alternated using my hands, both left and right, then back to my mouth, but he just stood there stoically.
60 minutes and he was still not there yet. If he lasted this long inside of me while fucking, I would be very impressed. I would probably be super sore though. But his stamina seemed impressive.
I gave up at around 90 minutes. His cock was definitely spoilt. 90 minutes of stimulation and he did not cum and he was still rather hard. Was this guy even human?
I lay back on the sofa. He sat down next to me.
Me: You’re weird.
T: Why?
Me: Why didn’t you cum?
T: You didn’t say I could.
Me: What???
T: I didn’t know if it was ok to cum in your mouth.
Me: Oh.
T: You’re pretty good though.
Me: Of course. Nobody complained before.
T: I’m not complaining.
Me: I’m so tired now.
T: Would you like me to do anything?
Me: Give me a massage.
T: Sure.
I lay down on the sofa and he started to massage my neck, shoulders and arms. I think either he had gone for so many massages before that he sort of learnt what needed to be done, or he was naturally skilled with his hands.
He paid special attention to my butt and thighs. I felt like I was in one of those massage porn videos where the lady gets absolutely destroyed by her masseuse. But that wasn’t exactly happening here. Once he was done, all I wanted to do was take a long nap.
It looked like anything else with him would have to wait.
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Durategra
I love how you’re getting “tested” / teased and testing Tom out.. like a mix of emotions, frustrated yet satisfied! I hope it was as intense as how the writer described it, June ..
It was pretty intense. But was it as how the writer described? Not till that extent.
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Originally Posted by
Durategra
Haha! Sweet! The writer is having a field day at mind fucking the readers! Enjoy reading your sexual biography!
Yes he’s having a field day adding all sorts of spices to my story which kind of makes me wonder what if things really happened the way he described.
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Originally Posted by
Clarets
Very good story sis junebaby, not boring at all!
I really have a very good writer.
The days passed. That guy was still on my mind. How could he have such out-of-this-world self control? I was practically in front of him, ripe for the taking. Yet after one and a half hours in my mouth, all he did was give me a massage. He was either really stupid, or he was crazy.
Anyway, I had gotten a new toy, a rabbit vibrator. It was huge, but somehow I manage to stuff the entire thing inside me, and it gave me such intense orgasms that I was considering just using toys from now on.
I decided to be cheeky and tease Tom, taking a photo of myself using the rabbit, but converting it into a video, with a moving emoji covering my pussy, essentially tricking him into thinking I was sending him a video.
I’m not sure if it worked. But he did ask if I would rather he be inside me. At that point of time, I would say no. The rabbit was amazing. Unless he could somehow vibrate as well.
We never met up again after that for a pretty long while, but still chatted occasionally over Telegram.
The days turned to weeks, then months. I was having so much fun with my toy. Mike was fucking me occasionally when he felt like it, and Dan, well, after that last incident, I kind of ghosted him cos I was still kind of pissed. He didn’t see the need to contact me either. What an asshole.
One fine day, Mike came back from work and told me he had submitted his release from the Army. He had been stuck in administration for nearly a year and his injury was getting nowhere better. Thankfully, he had already finished paying off his previous study bond with MOE that was broken, and now it was just another bond that we needed to pay off.
I was a little pissed. Why couldn’t he discuss this with me beforehand? My salary was decent, but was probably unable to support the entire household on a single income, especially with unnecessary expenses like the car. We still had the house loan, renovation loan, and all our furniture, electronics and household items were all purchased on credit card installments. How were we supposed to service the installments? We ended up quarrelling a lot, and he spent most of his time in the game room, even getting a safari bed and sleeping there. I spent most of my time in the master bedroom with my toy entertaining me.
As if our situation couldn’t get any worse, my company was suddenly acquired by a larger MNC and massive restructuring was ongoing due to the ongoing pandemic. I had to take a huge pay cut of nearly 30%. Apparently the SME management was paying me more than I was worth, especially with not very stellar performances, in the eyes of the new management.
Mike irritatingly had still not found a job even after I told him about my pay cut. Either he won Toto and didn’t tell me or he expected an endless source of income. Of course I denied him sex during this period as I was too pissed off and super stressed with the financial situation.
Sure enough, our savings were running dry. I don’t know about other couples, but it’s always a good idea to keep a separate bank account and not dump everything into a joint one.
To his credit, Mike did go out to try to find a job while waiting for his last day of service, even signing up to be a Grab driver, but somehow a permanent solution was nowhere in sight.
I was at my wits end. Short of asking my family for help, I wondered what else I could do to improve the financial situation.
Then I remembered Dan telling me about social escorting. $500 an hour. Potentially I could be earning $12000 a day I worked every single hour. But that was unrealistic. Maybe if I worked 12 hours a day or less.
I texted Dan, not really expecting a reply since I had ghosted him for so long. But he replied.
D: Sure. I can hook you up. But I need to test the goods first.
What an asshole. All he wanted was sex. But he was right in a sense. These past few months all I had was my rabbit, did I still know how to pleasure a man?
I texted him to come over in an hour.
I showered, put on an oversized t-shirt, no underwear, and waited for him.
This time I made sure Mike wasn’t at home.
Dan arrived at the appointed time.
He entered the house when I opened the door and went straight to the sofa. No words were spoken.
What was up with his attitude?
D: Come here. Take off your clothes.
Weird, but I complied anyway.
Dan grabbed my boob hard. I flinched a little.
Me: Hey! What the-
D: Shut up.
He pinched my nipples, twisting them. It hurt, but this new Dan was making me very wet.
He forcefully spun me around and smacked my ass. Hard. I almost fell over.
What was going on?
He spun me back around.
D: Ok. Rule no. 1, always collect payment first.
Ok. So normal Dan was back.
Me: Idiot. Why did you pinch me so hard?
I rubbed my nipple tenderly. It was erect though, so rubbing it made me feel good.
D: So, ask for payment, keep it safe, then do the deed.
Me: Ok.
D: You need to know what you will and will not do.
Me: Meaning?
D: What services you provide.
J: Sex?
D: I mean in detail.
J: I don’t understand.
Dan sighed.
D: Ok. CBJ, BBBJ, FJ, AJ, AR. What do you understand by all these terms?
Me: They are acronyms?
D: Yes. Covered blowjob, means with condom, bareback blowjob, means without condom. Fuckjob, Analjob, ass rimming. Get it?
Me: So I get to choose? Don’t think I wanna do anal. Haven’t even tried it before.
D: You decide what you want to charge, and what services you want to provide.
Me: Oh.
He unbuckled his berms and pulled it down. He took out a condom from his pocket.
D: Show me how you would put on this condom for me.
Me: Huh. Why can’t you do it yourself?
D: It’s part of your job now. If you left it up to the guy, they’ll just do it raw.
Me: But I like raw.
D: How do you know the guy is clean or safe?
Me: Trust? I trust you.
D: That doesn’t work in this job. Are you sure you want to do this?
Me: It’s easy money right? And I love sex. I think.
D: You’ll be servicing men or maybe even women from all walks of life. You wouldn’t know their histories, or their kinks.
Me: Don’t you screen the clients?
D: There’s only so much screening we can do.
Me: Oh wait. I just realised something.
D: What?
Me: This is why you don’t need to work for your family business. You’re a pimp.
D: Haha. Took you long enough figure it out. I’m an agent.
Me: You must have fucked thousands of girls.
D: Not that many. Maybe more than 50.
Me: What the fuck.
D: Do you really want to do this or not?
Me: Fine.
I got down on my knees and took his cock in my mouth, twirling my tongue around until he was hard. Then I tore open the packet and put the condom on for him.
Me: There. Happy?
D: So that’s a BBBJ already. You know how to put on a condom with your mouth?
Me: Never tried.
He removed the condom and passed me another.
D: Go ahead.
I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. But I held the condom between my teeth by the teat, and approached his cock. The taste of lubricant was horrible, but somehow I managed to put it on the head, then unroll it with my fingers. I tried taking him in my mouth a couple of strokes but the taste made me gag. Maybe it was a good thing. The guys would think they have a super huge dick.
Me: Tastes bad.
D: Wipe it off before blowing.
Me: Oh. Then it will be dry later on.
D: That’s why you need lube too.
Me: Even though I’m wet?
D: Do you really get wet that easily?
I jumped on him and slid down on his pole. It penetrated me easily.
I rode him hard and fast, squeezing his cock with my pussy. I didn’t expect it to happen, but he came quickly.
D: Woah.
Me: Ok. $500 please. Thanks.
He laughed.
D: That was a few years ago. Maybe you wanna try a lower figure first? You’re not that young anymore. And practice putting on a condom.
Me: Right. Who do I practice with? Mike can’t know about this.
D: Me?
Me: You’re my agent. I don’t want to fuck my agent any more than I should.
D: Then you have to learn on the job then. Or BBBJ for all clients.
Me: Fine.
D: Ok. I’ll need to take some pictures for your profile. And maybe a short write up. Can you go change to some lingerie?
Me: Sure. Whatever.
I went to change and returned shortly.
Dan found a plain wall in my house as a backdrop and he took a couple of shots with his DSLR. He seemed so professional.
When he was done, he passed me a cheap mobile phone.
D: This is your work phone. I’ll contact you on it if there’s a booking. Hotel rooms will be booked by me as well. You will generally stay there the whole day. And wait for bookings.
Me: Ok.
He turned to leave.
D: So you’ll start tomorrow?
Me: Sure.
D: Ok. I’ll let you know tomorrow.
He left.
Now I wondered how I was going to practice. Maybe I should head to the supermarket and get a cucumber.
Or maybe I should continue teasing Tom.
I texted him.
Me: Hey are you free? I need some help.
He replied almost instantly.
T: Sure.
Me: Thanks. You know the address.
I headed out to get condoms. I wondered if there were any unlubricated ones.
Teasing him was going to be fun.
I bought every single condom I could find, just to see which one was the best for me.
He came over at the appointed time and came straight up to my place.
T: So what’s up?
Me: I wanna practice using condoms.
T: Ah.
Strangely he never asked why or how at that point of time but just sat down on the sofa and watched as I laid out the contents of the entire bag on the coffee table. I could see he was getting a little worried. He was probably expecting me to want to test at least one from each pack.
T: So…
I unbuckled him and removed his berms and boxers, letting his limp dick swing free. He reached over to the coffee table and tried to take a condom but I slapped his hand away. I had to practice doing it myself. I took one and tore open the packet, placing it in my mouth. I stroked him till he was hard and capped him with my mouth.
T: Hmm…
Me: Urgh. That tasted bad.
I removed it and tore open another packet, capping his hard dick again.
T: Erm.
Me: Still tastes bad.
T: Ok. What’s going on?
I wondered how honest I should be with him. I really didn’t have anything to lose anyway. If he freaked out and decided to leave, I probably would just head back to OkCupid and find someone else. It really wasn’t that difficult.
Me: Actually… I’m trying out this new thing…
T: Which is?
Me: I’m in some financial difficulties now…
T: So…
Me: I signed up to be an escort.
T: Oh.
Me: So… let me practice on you yeah?
T: Errr.. sure…
I tried a couple more condoms. All tasted bad, I really needed to find some proper flavoured ones.
I kind of liked how he just tried his best to stay hard for me to practice putting on a condom with my mouth.
After half an hour, I went through the entire range of 7-11 condoms.
T: So… how?
Me: I really don’t like any of these.
I wondered how he could just stand there with an erection, and not want to do things to my body.
T: I mean you’re going to sleep with strangers for money?
Me: Well, you’re a stranger, I could have slept with you. For money. Haha.
T: That’s not what I meant.
Me: I don’t have much of a choice. Unless you have around 100k to spare?
T: What in the world costs 100k?
Me: Government bond.
T: Oh. That’s not good.
Me: Yeah.
T: Well I guess you just have to be careful?
Me: Of course. That’s why I’m practicing.
T: I don’t mean with STDs. I mean with strangers.
Me: You’re a stranger, but you’re in my house. You haven’t raped me yet.
T: Precisely. It’s dangerous. I could easily overpower you.
Me: But you aren’t. And I’m not doing it in my house.
T: I mean I really could be raping you right now.
Me: Go ahead. I’ve been waiting for quite awhile for you to fuck me actually.
T: Again… that’s not what I meant.
It was really fun teasing him.
Me: I know. But what I really wanna know is how you can resist not doing anything?
I removed my top and bra, sitting next to him, and placing his hands on my ample chest.
He hardly flinched, but gently squeezed them, playing with my nipples. I stroked him, teasing the precum out.
T: You know I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.
I thought about it for a while.
Me: Ok. Can you help me test these condoms?
T: Sure.
Me: I wanna see which one is the best. I don’t really like the latex feel down there.
I grabbed the lube just in case I dried out as condoms normally did to me.
It was hilarious.
He capped himself, inserted, thrusted a few times, then withdrew and changed condoms.
Again, it wasn’t like he was fucking me, but merely helping me out with testing the condoms. What a weirdo. He could have just fucked me and came and I wouldn’t have minded, but he really was just testing the condoms.
Once the entire range was tested, he separated the better ones. All were Okamoto brand.
T: Ok. These feel good for me. Should feel good for guys in general.
Me: Meaning?
T: Feels like no condom. Quite thin. With clients you probably should get them to cum as fast as you can.
Me: Ah. So I can move on to the next client?
T: Errr.. I didn’t mean that. I’m not sure if you’ll enjoy this so I was assuming you’ll want to get it over and done with faster.
Me: Well… I don’t know. I think I like sex. Maybe I’ll like this? So many different dicks to try. Hee.
T: Oh.
Me: Anyway… you said those condoms feel good. Means you were about to cum?
T: Nope.
Me: Do you want to?
T: Do you want me to?
I wanted to kill him already.
Me: Can I have some good sex before I start this “job” tomorrow?
T: I’m sure you can.
Me: I mean from you la!
T: Well… I don’t know what you mean by good… but I will try my best I guess.
Me: Ok.
I waited patiently.
Me: Well?
T: Oh you mean now?
I rolled my eyes.
T: Hang on, let me choose a condom.
Me: Oh fuck the condom.
I pulled him towards me, pushing his head to my chest. I grabbed his dick. He was fucking hard. I wanted it in me right now.
But he was still playing this game with me.
It looked like if I wanted him, I would have to rape him instead.
I glared at Tom.
Me: Fuck me now.
T: Really?
Me: You put your dick in me like 50 times already.
T: I was just testing the condoms like you wanted.
Me: Ok test complete. Now can we test positions?
T: Sure.
I lay there on the sofa with my legs spread wide open.
Me: Well?
T: Hang on. I’m thinking which condom to use.
Me: Don’t need. Just put it in.
He took the Okamoto 002 anyway and capped himself.
He slid it in, missionary position. He was so long that I could feel him all the way in. He just stayed there while inside.
T: You like this position?
Me: I would like it more if you started moving.
He suddenly flexed his dick and I nearly jumped.
Me: What the fuck was that???
T: I moved.
Me: Very funny.
T: Ok. What’s next?
Me: Just fuck me already!
T: No… we’re testing positions.
He was really keen on playing this game. I decided that if this carried on, I needed to be in control.
Me: Ok. I wanna be on top.
T: Sure.
He pulled out and sat on the couch. I mounted him and slid all the way down, his dickhead immediately probing my cervix.
Me: Ah. This is nice.
I bounced up and down on his hard cock.
T: Aren’t you changing position?
Me: Nope. I think I need to test this one a bit more.
I rode him a couple more times and ground my clit against him, making it pretty obvious that I wanted to fuck. Yet he was simply sitting there and letting me use him. I had to place his hands on my breasts to get him to touch me.
After a while we switched to doggy style.
Me: Fuck me as hard as you can, I want to test the strength of the condom.
T: Ok.
He pumped me as hard as he could, thrusting in and out, his thighs slapping against my butt. He reached around and tried to rub my clit.
Finally, some action from him. However, the position made it hard for him to reach it, so I decided to help him out.
Five minutes of hard pounding inside my tight pussy should have made him cum, but he was still going at it like a jackhammer. I wondered if the condom had already torn and was lost in my pussy. But I was so wet that it didn’t seem like a possibility.
I moved into my favourite position, flat on my stomach. He withdrew.
Me: Why did you stop?
T: Changing the condom? This one seems quite strong.
I flipped over, to check if he had secretly cum and was trying hide it. But he didn’t. He was still hard as a rock. He reached over and grabbed another Okamoto. I pulled him towards me.
Me: Just fuck me please.
T: Hang on.
He capped himself. I began to wonder what it was going to take to get him to just fuck me properly, without a condom.
I ripped off the condom and pushed him onto the sofa. I positioned his hard cock at the entrance and went straight in. Fuck it felt so good, skin on skin, unhindered by a piece of polyurethane.
I rode him hard, smashing my breasts into his face. This time he ate them hungrily.
I must have came a few times as when I got off, I was so wet it was dripping down my thighs. I lay on my stomach.
Me: Put it in please.
He did. It really was my favourite position. I wasn’t really sure why. Perhaps the angle of entry provided direct stimulation to where my g-spot was? If I even had a functional g-spot. Whatever it was, this guy sure could fuck. And he was intent on pleasuring me as much as he could, as long as I had given him the permission to do so.
As evidenced by the 90 minute blowjob, his stamina was pretty absurd, even raw inside me. Or was I not tight enough?
He flipped me over and slid in, rubbing my clit at the same time. Honestly I was getting a bit sore, and I think he could tell as he slowed down his thrusts considerably. Or was it because he was getting tired or was about to cum? I didn’t know.
Me: Are you going to cum?
T: Nope.
Me: Do you want to?
T: Of course.
Me: Then can you fucking just cum?
T: Nope. I’m going to torture you.
Me: Shit.
But I was thoroughly enjoying it and just let him fuck me in every imaginable position.
I glared at Tom.
Me: Fuck me now.
T: Really?
Me: You put your dick in me like 50 times already.
T: I was just testing the condoms like you wanted.
Me: Ok test complete. Now can we test positions?
T: Sure.
I lay there on the sofa with my legs spread wide open.
Me: Well?
T: Hang on. I’m thinking which condom to use.
Me: Don’t need. Just put it in.
He took the Okamoto 002 anyway and capped himself.
He slid it in, missionary position. He was so long that I could feel him all the way in. He just stayed there while inside.
T: You like this position?
Me: I would like it more if you started moving.
He suddenly flexed his dick and I nearly jumped.
Me: What the fuck was that???
T: I moved.
Me: Very funny.
T: Ok. What’s next?
Me: Just fuck me already!
T: No… we’re testing positions.
He was really keen on playing this game. I decided that if this carried on, I needed to be in control.
Me: Ok. I wanna be on top.
T: Sure.
He pulled out and sat on the couch. I mounted him and slid all the way down, his dickhead immediately probing my cervix.
Me: Ah. This is nice.
I bounced up and down on his hard cock.
T: Aren’t you changing position?
Me: Nope. I think I need to test this one a bit more.
I rode him a couple more times and ground my clit against him, making it pretty obvious that I wanted to fuck. Yet he was simply sitting there and letting me use him. I had to place his hands on my breasts to get him to touch me.
After a while we switched to doggy style.
Me: Fuck me as hard as you can, I want to test the strength of the condom.
T: Ok.
He pumped me as hard as he could, thrusting in and out, his thighs slapping against my butt. He reached around and tried to rub my clit.
Finally, some action from him. However, the position made it hard for him to reach it, so I decided to help him out.
Five minutes of hard pounding inside my tight pussy should have made him cum, but he was still going at it like a jackhammer. I wondered if the condom had already torn and was lost in my pussy. But I was so wet that it didn’t seem like a possibility.
I moved into my favourite position, flat on my stomach. He withdrew.
Me: Why did you stop?
T: Changing the condom? This one seems quite strong.
I flipped over, to check if he had secretly cum and was trying hide it. But he didn’t. He was still hard as a rock. He reached over and grabbed another Okamoto. I pulled him towards me.
Me: Just fuck me please.
T: Hang on.
He capped himself. I began to wonder what it was going to take to get him to just fuck me properly, without a condom.
I ripped off the condom and pushed him onto the sofa. I positioned his hard cock at the entrance and went straight in. Fuck it felt so good, skin on skin, unhindered by a piece of polyurethane.
I rode him hard, smashing my breasts into his face. This time he ate them hungrily.
I must have came a few times as when I got off, I was so wet it was dripping down my thighs. I lay on my stomach.
Me: Put it in please.
He did. It really was my favourite position. I wasn’t really sure why. Perhaps the angle of entry provided direct stimulation to where my g-spot was? If I even had a functional g-spot. Whatever it was, this guy sure could fuck. And he was intent on pleasuring me as much as he could, as long as I had given him the permission to do so.
As evidenced by the 90 minute blowjob, his stamina was pretty absurd, even raw inside me. Or was I not tight enough?
He flipped me over and slid in, rubbing my clit at the same time. Honestly I was getting a bit sore, and I think he could tell as he slowed down his thrusts considerably. Or was it because he was getting tired or was about to cum? I didn’t know.
Me: Are you going to cum?
T: Nope.
Me: Do you want to?
T: Of course.
Me: Then can you fucking just cum?
T: Nope. I’m going to torture you.
Me: Shit.
But I was thoroughly enjoying it and just let him fuck me in every imaginable position.
I lost track of time.
He wasn’t super hard anymore, but hard enough for penetration.
I lost count of the number of positions he had put me in. Man on top, woman on top, doggy, legs spread wide, legs closed, legs on his shoulders.
I was getting dizzy. I had cum so much I wondered if the next one would cause my heart to stop.
And he still had yet to cum.
Maybe his cock was spoilt for real.
Me: Are you cumming yet?
T: No.
Me: Can you cum soon?
T: I’ll try?
He flipped me over and put me in my favourite position again before plunging in.
I was honestly too tired to moan.
I wondered what I would do if any of my clients were like this. He was a beast. If he was a client, he was really getting his money’s worth for the per shot per hour basis. But an hour was long over.
I needed to figure out a way of making him, or anyone else, cum faster. Otherwise I might not last long in the job, even if it was temporary.
It wasn’t as though I wasn’t enjoying it. It was mind-blowing sex to say the least, and he was pretty good at it. But perhaps I shouldn’t have teased him so much over the months we had been chatting. This was really payback for me, and he was enjoying it too much.
Suddenly he pulled out.
I flipped over.
Me: Cumming?
T: Nope.
Me: Oh god.
T: It’s ok. I won’t torture you anymore. I think you had enough.
I glanced at the wall clock. It seemed like 3 hours had passed. How was that even possible? This guy just lasted almost the entire screening of a Lord of the Rings movie and he didn’t cum. Was he secretly a porn star? Was he on drugs?
He headed over to the bathroom to wash up and I followed him weakly.
I rubbed my body on his as he soaped himself.
Me: Why didn’t you cum?
T: Not sure.
Me: Have you been masturbating a lot?
T: Maybe?
Me: When was the last time you had sex?
T: With my wife?
Me: Yes.
T: Over two years ago.
Me: You poor thing. When was the last time you cheated?
T: I didn’t. Except now.
Me: Tempted to cheat?
T: Probably my birthday last month? We went for a staycation. I had shaved and everything, hoping for some action, but all we did was eat and watch tv and sleep.
Me: How boring. Didn’t you try to turn her on? I mean you’re not that bad at this.
T: Trust me, I tried, but every time she’ll push me away.
Me: Haha. I wonder if I’ll ever get to that stage.
T: You might.
Me: I hope not.
We finished showering and I got him a towel to dry himself.
I considered blowing him to let him cum, then I remembered the marathon blowjob which didn’t work. Perhaps he needed to sort this out himself. But if I needed a good long session, I was sure that he would be more than willing to indulge me.
He left shortly after, and I half considered icing my pussy. Luckily he didn’t pound me hard all the way. I might have just died.
Mike came home pretty late that night. I wondered what he was doing out so late when he technically was still waiting for his release from the army.
As usual we didn’t talk much.
I kept all the condoms I bought in a safe place.
Tomorrow would be an interesting day.
I lost track of time.
He wasn’t super hard anymore, but hard enough for penetration.
I lost count of the number of positions he had put me in. Man on top, woman on top, doggy, legs spread wide, legs closed, legs on his shoulders.
I was getting dizzy. I had cum so much I wondered if the next one would cause my heart to stop.
And he still had yet to cum.
Maybe his cock was spoilt for real.
Me: Are you cumming yet?
T: No.
Me: Can you cum soon?
T: I’ll try?
He flipped me over and put me in my favourite position again before plunging in.
I was honestly too tired to moan.
I wondered what I would do if any of my clients were like this. He was a beast. If he was a client, he was really getting his money’s worth for the per shot per hour basis. But an hour was long over.
I needed to figure out a way of making him, or anyone else, cum faster. Otherwise I might not last long in the job, even if it was temporary.
It wasn’t as though I wasn’t enjoying it. It was mind-blowing sex to say the least, and he was pretty good at it. But perhaps I shouldn’t have teased him so much over the months we had been chatting. This was really payback for me, and he was enjoying it too much.
Suddenly he pulled out.
I flipped over.
Me: Cumming?
T: Nope.
Me: Oh god.
T: It’s ok. I won’t torture you anymore. I think you had enough.
I glanced at the wall clock. It seemed like 3 hours had passed. How was that even possible? This guy just lasted almost the entire screening of a Lord of the Rings movie and he didn’t cum. Was he secretly a porn star? Was he on drugs?
He headed over to the bathroom to wash up and I followed him weakly.
I rubbed my body on his as he soaped himself.
Me: Why didn’t you cum?
T: Not sure.
Me: Have you been masturbating a lot?
T: Maybe?
Me: When was the last time you had sex?
T: With my wife?
Me: Yes.
T: Over two years ago.
Me: You poor thing. When was the last time you cheated?
T: I didn’t. Except now.
Me: Tempted to cheat?
T: Probably my birthday last month? We went for a staycation. I had shaved and everything, hoping for some action, but all we did was eat and watch tv and sleep.
Me: How boring. Didn’t you try to turn her on? I mean you’re not that bad at this.
T: Trust me, I tried, but every time she’ll push me away.
Me: Haha. I wonder if I’ll ever get to that stage.
T: You might.
Me: I hope not.
We finished showering and I got him a towel to dry himself.
I considered blowing him to let him cum, then I remembered the marathon blowjob which didn’t work. Perhaps he needed to sort this out himself. But if I needed a good long session, I was sure that he would be more than willing to indulge me.
He left shortly after, and I half considered icing my pussy. Luckily he didn’t pound me hard all the way. I might have just died.
Mike came home pretty late that night. I wondered what he was doing out so late when he technically was still waiting for his release from the army.
As usual we didn’t talk much.
I kept all the condoms I bought in a safe place.
Tomorrow would be an interesting day.