by Sir Nathan
To cum.
God.
If I suck well, it gets harder and harder and harder. Then it explodes if I’ve done really well. Johan bucks and moans and all that amazingly, nasty, gooey cum comes rushing out, sometimes in all directions, and it’s incredible! It’s from inside him. It’s proof of the pleasure that I gave him. It makes me feel incredibly satisfied to know I am the source of that pleasure.
And Johan loves watching me swallow his cum. The taste doesn’t really bother me. It’s just ... well, bland really, and kind of ... I don’t know ... goopy. Sometimes it’s vaguely salty, and sometimes it has a touch of a metallic aftertaste, which isn’t pleasant. I’ve found a slice of lemon straight after does the trick! But honestly, it’s not bad, and certainly not bad enough to detract from the whole point.
Which is, it’s his essence. It’s his lifeblood, his ecstasy. At that moment, when I swallow him down, I know I have pleased him. I know.
“Mmmmmmm ...” I squirmed, running my fingernails over my breast. Johan’s snoring grew a little louder. I was enjoying my thoughts and I didn’t want to get out of bed yet. He always told me that if his snoring got too much, to turn him on his side. So I did as I’d been told. I was still half asleep as I moved into position to turn him.
Well! My hand slipped off his hip and across his abdomen to rest on his hot, rigid, pulsing cock. It was so hard and so hot I almost gasped. All of the thoughts I’d been having about sucking cock came crashing back as instinct took over and my fingers gently curled around it. I opened my eyes a little to spy on him. He was still sound asleep! I was so glad he was a heavy sleeper. A smile spread across my face. “Mmmmmm ...”
I figured eventually he would wake up, but this was delicious and almost naughty. I swallowed. Softly and very slowly I squeezed his cock. He would hardly have felt it and he didn’t react. I liked the idea that he was asleep and hard and that I could touch him. I licked my lips.
Then a new game came into my mind. It would be the ‘See how long I can play with Johan’s cock before he wakes up’ game. Maybe I should have thought it was a bit wrong to play with my man’s cock while he was asleep, but I didn’t. The thought that I had his nice hard cock all to myself was making my clit tingle.
But, I decided, to play the game, he had to be asleep. My pussy, tender from last night’s hard fucking, started to swell. I could feel a trickle of my juice dripping down across the inside of my thigh. I wanted to see his cock! Reluctantly, I slowly released it and drew back my hand.
I mustn’t wake him, I thought, biting my lip. Ever so slowly I started to fold down the sheet, uncovering his muscular chest, then his torso. I tried to concentrate. I remembered to breathe and decided I had to think of a points system. I almost giggled and hushed myself. Johan mumbled something incomprehensible and I froze, watching his closed eyes. The sheet was almost off!
God, I chastised myself, I have to be quiet. I almost didn’t get ANY points. Then I almost giggled again!
Before long he started quietly snoring once more and I lifted the sheet down and folded it across his muscular thighs, revealing his awesome cock. “Mmmmmm ...” I moaned quietly, reaching for it. My mouth was dry. Gently propping myself up on my elbow near his hip, I wrapped my fingers lightly around it again and getting comfortable, I checked his eyes again. I decided if I could get him to cum while he was asleep, that would be the jackpot. That would be a hundred points! I shook my head and smiled. That would be almost impossible. Wetting the inside of my mouth with my tongue, I decided that pre-cum would be twenty points.
I ran my thumb over the head of his cock while I held it. Thick, slippery pre-cum welled up in front of my thumb and I smeared it around the head, making it shiny. “Yeahhh ...” I said quietly, “twenty points ...” I stifled a giggle and almost snorted.
This is such fun, I thought to myself, squeezing him lightly again. God, I can’t believe he’s so hard. By this time my breathing was starting to labour. I released slightly and reached lower down the shaft, then tightened a little and very slowly stroked upwards. In my mind I imagined the tube in his cock was full of pre-cum. I held my breath as my gentle fist moved higher. Then a huge silvery drop pulsed out, dripping slowly down the head and shaft, over the back of my fingers, then dripping in a thin, shimmering thread onto his stomach. It was such a hot sight. And I was only halfway up the shaft. I could score well here, I thought to myself, smiling.
As softly as I could, I readjusted my grip and started up the rest of the way to the head of his cock. Squeezing just a little, I watched entranced as pre-cum bubbled to the tip and dripped in an almost steady stream over my fingers and down to his tanned tummy. I tightened a little when I finally reached the top and the head of his cock flared red and throbbing above my grip. Somehow I managed to let go without waking him.
I wanted it. I had to stop myself from lapping it all up with my tongue. His cock was so hard, that even without me holding it, the head was about an inch above his tummy.
Trembling, I reached with my fingertips for the pool on his stomach. I swirled two fingers through the glassy mix, coating them and bringing them to my mouth like honey. “Mmmm ...” I moaned softly, sucking and savouring my endeavours. I reached for it again, wiping up more and bringing it to my mouth, almost forgetting where I was. God, I love pre-cum. Then with a single finger, I reached for the head of his cock, slowly circling the slippery, shiny skin, then softly drawing it down the tube on the underside, leaving a dwindling silvery trail. My pussy was starting to get really wet and I decided this was a good game, and I would have to play it again, soon!
Silently I moved closer so I could smell him while I sucked my fingers clean. Then I wondered if he’d wake up if I sucked him. I sighed as I thought he probably would. That was a loss in the game. I had to see how much longer I could keep him hard, without waking him. Deciding it was twenty points for each ten minutes, I thought, I must be nearly up to ten minutes. I smiled and traced the ridge under the head with my fingernail just a little too hard.
“Mmmmmmmm ... that feels good baby,” Johan whispered sleepily.
I looked up into his half-open eyes. “Awww,” I complained. “That’s only forty points.” Pleased he was awake, I tightened my fingers around him and slid my hand the full length of his raging cock.
“Hmmmm?” he asked, coming awake and pulling a pillow up behind his head.
I grinned and leaned forward, licking the new pearl of pre-cum. I swirled it over my tongue with my eyes closed then swallowed it. Opening my eyes again, I looked up into his. They were smouldering. “Well, maybe sixty ... or was it eighty?” I smiled sweetly then winked at him. “It’s just a fun game I made up.”
“You are such a cute little slut.”
I smiled at him. “Would it be okay if I sucked it for a minute?”
Johan rolled his eyes. “Not if you ask like that.”
I pouted. My pussy clenched and I could feel myself dripping. He wanted me to beg. “Can I please suck your cock, baby? I love sucking it so much.” I’m so shameless.
“That’s better. All right. But just for a minute. I gotta take a leak.”
I slid my hand up and down the iron-hard length again, and swallowed. “Can I suck you off after that? I want your cum.”
“I don’t know. Maybe.” He grinned.
While I continued lightly stroking his cock, I looked up into his eyes and asked a question I’d been meaning to ask for years. “Why do guys get such hard cocks in the morning?”
“I don’t know, baby. Dreams or something, I guess. I think also from bladder pressure against the prostate.”
I sighed. So he really did need to take a pee. Sometimes he just teases me and doesn’t let me finish him. “Okay, I just wondered.”
“It’s a wonder you only just thought to ask.”
I shrugged and looked back down at his cock. It seemed to be getting a bit softer in my hand. “Why is it getting softer? Don’t you want me to suck it?” I asked.
“I told you, baby. I gotta go take a pee.”
“Can I suck it after that?”
“You’re nasty.”
“Can I?”
“Nope. Too late.”
“Awww ...”
“We have things to do, little one. I’d like to get an early start.”
I never know what to say at times like these. “Where are we going?”
Johan swung his legs over the side of the bed and his meaty cock slipped from my grasp. It was only half hard now but I still missed it. “I thought it would be a nice day to go to the beach,” he said, as he stood and walked into the en suite.
I moved around on my tummy and watched him pee, resting on my elbows with my chin in my hands. An almighty rumble started in the toilet bowl and went on and on. “You really needed to go!”
He glanced over at me and winked. When he was done, he went into the walk-in wardrobe and grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt. He walked out and threw them on the bed for later. “I’m gonna take a shower,” he said, looking at me seriously. “Slide your Ben Wah balls into your hot little pussy, baby, then you can put your suit on.”
I pouted but I knew not to protest. “Which one?” Johan obviously had a plan to go to the beach and I wasn’t going to be able to change his mind. I mean, I’d have loved to jump in the shower with him, but I’d washed my hair the night before and curled it. I sighed and resigned myself to not sucking his cock.
“The white one.”
I gulped. I only ever wore that one around the pool at home. It was thong-style and completely transparent when wet. Looking up at him, I could feel myself blushing. “I don’t think ...”
“Don’t argue with me, Shannon. Put on the white one.” Tingles raced through my body. The fine hairs on the back of my neck and down my arms stood up. He was going to make me do it. My body flushed. I was already so excited and wet. I had the idea that I’d be calmer about it if I could cum.
“Can I play with myself a bit first?”
“Sure, baby!” he yelled as he turned on the shower. “But don’t cum!”
Ughhh ... I rolled onto my back and slid two fingers into my tight, steaming hot pussy. I know he likes it when I’m turned on, but this is ridiculous. I tightened a finger and thumb around one of my throbbing nipples and pulled it upwards, twisting it. My fingers were going a mile a minute in my cunt. I was starting to go fuzzy.
The shower door opened while the water still ran. “Put your fingers in your ass! I don’t trust you!” Johan yelled from the bathroom.
“Ohh ... Ohh ...” I panted, as I slid my sopping fingers from my pulsing cunt.
“On your hands and knees! Let me watch from here!” I flipped back over and moved around so my ass faced him. I pulled over a pillow and put my head down on it and watched him. “Good girl,” he muttered and closed the shower door again.
I gritted my teeth a little as I worked a slick finger into my ass. I reached up with my other hand to stroke my clit. I swooned and pushed my finger right up my ass. I slid it in and out and it was good. Not too big. I was purring and arching my back. I hardly noticed the shower going off. I was in a dream world, fucking my ass on a beach in my see-through bikini for all to see. “What are you doing?” Johan asked.
I froze with my finger buried in my ass. “Huh?”
“I didn’t say you could play with your clit.”
“But I just thou-”
“And sluts fuck their assholes with two fingers, not one.”
“Uhhhh ...” I moaned mindlessly, working a second finger in beside the first, feeling myself stretching. I shuddered as I started sliding them in and out.
“Pull on your nipples.”
“Y-Yes!”
“Look how hard and red they are.” Though my eyes were clenched shut, I felt him sit down on the side of the bed. “Pinch and pull each one for a few seconds, then swap.”
“Y-Yesss ...” I hissed.
“Sluts don’t poke the ends of their fingers in and out like that, little one,” he said. “They straighten their fingers and slide them right in and out of their asses.”
“Ohhh ...” I moaned, straightening my fingers and thrusting deeply. My mind was numbing and I started to tremble.
“That’s it.”
“Yesss ...” I whispered hoarsely.
“Pinch your nipple harder, don’t let go.”
“Oh,” I squeaked.
“Fuck your ass faster.”
“Oh, God ...”
“There’s something missing,” he murmured, barely penetrating my senses. In a moment he had returned and I felt the cool spray of baby oil zigzagging across my back. Then a firm squirt, right at my asshole. “Fuck harder,” he ordered. I felt his hands on me. They were gentle and smoothing my skin with the oil. God, I thought, if he’d spank me I could cum. “Change nipples.”
“Ohhh ... babyyy ...”
“A bit faster.”
“Ohhhh ...”
“Now stop.”
“NOOOOooooo ...” I almost screamed. But I stopped. Don’t ask me how I did it. I was vibrating like a tuning fork. I was so on edge. One touch on my clit and I would have cum. But I made like a statue as I’d learned to do. I was not going to get a ‘punishment’ spanking. I’d had a few hidings while learning to control myself. They were not fun. Believe me. Fun spankings are wonderful. But a punishment is a punishment, and I don’t like being punished.
So I stopped mid-thrust of my fingers into my ass, my nipple pinched cruelly, and panted like a dog in heat. At least with no movement I wouldn’t cum. A blessing and a curse. A true double-edged sword. “Let go of your nipple,” he whispered, rubbing in the oil on my back. I groaned as I did as he said. “Slide your fingers out of your ass. Slowly.” I whimpered and did so. I realised at that moment just how wet I was. My juices had dripped in a few thin trickles down the inside of each of my thighs. I’d have to wash. Johan was a step ahead of me.
“Go wash your hands and use some oil and rub yourself all over. Do not dry yourself off first. Just mix it in.”
I struggled to my knees on the bed, looking him straight in the eyes. He was going to make me go to the beach in a skimpy bikini and smelling like a hot slut. I swallowed and lowered my gaze. I started blushing at my thoughts and my pussy clenched involuntarily, more juices seeping out and running down my legs. “Y-Yes, Sir,” I stuttered under my heaving breath, taking the bottle of oil from his hand.
I stood up on shaky legs and started for the bathroom. Johan grabbed my wrist and stopped me. He was still sitting down on the bed. I turned and faced him, his fingers light around my slim wrist. “Do you remember what you are doing?” I nodded. “I’ll just say it again so we are clear. Don’t pat dry. Oil your whole body. Slide in your Ben Wahs and put on the white bikini. You can wear a skirt and a tank top. Okay?”
I nodded and smiled a little, blushing madly. “Yes, Sir.”
“When you are ready, grab the big blue dildo and the clear butt plug. You never know when something like that might come in handy.” He chuckled his evil chuckle. “In fact ... okay, this is gonna be fun. What I want you to do after you are ready, is to grab the toys, one in each hand, and take them down to the car like you are in no hurry and it’s something you do every day, baby. If you see a neighbour, I want you to wave to them just like that, with a toy in your hand.”
My jaw dropped open and I gasped. I couldn’t do that!
“Walk around to your side of the Mustang and lean over the door and put the toys in the glove compartment. And when they’re in, if you notice anyone watching, I want you to wave and smile. Then you can come get me and we’ll go.” He smiled a satisfied smirk. He was not going to be moved. “Okay?”
My knees almost buckled. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, hesitating to answer him. My whole body was tingling with heat, and a searing hot blush crept up my cheeks. My mouth was so dry I could hardly speak. We never did anything outside. “O-Okay,” I said.
It had started.
> Chapter 4
I was standing in front of the mirror shifting my weight from one foot to the other and debating whether to lift the hem of my thin, white cotton skirt with my trembling hands. I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to check what I looked like. I just knew it would only make me feel worse. My hands froze and I looked up into my face. My sunglasses were perched on my head, holding my hair behind my ears and I was blushing madly. It suddenly struck me that I was so excited I could hardly stand it.
An hour ago, when I was mindlessly sliding my fingers up my ass and pinching my nipples, Johan had denied me an orgasm. Though I would much preferred to have cum, I had to admit that my excitement level had gone through the roof because I was denied.
Finding myself in front of my mirror, thinking about what I looked like and where we were going, had me creaming myself. My skin was so hot I couldn’t believe it, and the tingling and wetness of my pussy was utterly unbearable. You see, I’d never been in this position. I’d always thought that my fantasies were my own business. I enjoyed indulging them. I loved bringing myself off to them. I never thought I’d have to admit them to anyone, let alone my husband! However, thanks to his curiosity, and my inability to lie to him, Johan now knew exactly what I thought about when I masturbated. Exactly.
God!
It was a turn on and a nightmare at the same time. Johan is the kind of guy who loves to do new things. To him, it’s a challenge to ‘keep it interesting’. At the same time, in his own way, he’s kind of conservative too. I mean, he ties me up and spanks me, and he has me stick my fingers up my ass for his enjoyment for God’s sake. But we’ve never taken our fun outside the house. Usually it’s just him and me, indoors, playing and having fun. Together. Alone.
Now, I don’t know about you, but I’ve always wondered if I’m enough. Like, you know, enough to keep his interest. Enough to keep him turned on and excited. I’ve wondered if I could do more. Or be more. Like maybe I’m not crazy enough, or sexy enough or hot enough or whatever. I mean, I know he loves me and I love him, and he and I both know I’d do just about anything to please him. So I don’t know why I feel that way. Maybe it’s the small town girl in me coming back to bite my ass. I wiped up an errant trickle making its way down the inside of my thigh and sucked my finger.