I answer the knock at my door, it’s you. You have been trained to have your head bowed and gaze downward until acknowledged, once acknowledged you know you must greet me with a genuine smile and a graceful compliment, because even though I’m rough with you… I’m still a lady.
Sit down. I see hesitation and that is 10 minute penalty. You sit down in the recliner and I notice a sharp look on your face, additional 10 minute penalty. You have been trained to execute a specific set of actions when entering my presence; every infraction gets you 10 minutes added to your denial time. Sometimes, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you do it on fucking purpose.
Down on my knees in front of you, smugly smiling, you are not to move a muscle. Don’t thrust, don’t arch, don’t twitch…don’t move. You’re a good boy most of the time so I am treating you to a blow job. You’re already hard, even before I have your zipper undone. Tsk, additional 10 minutes for that. So you have racked up 40 minutes of denial in addition to the 30 minutes that I require of you. I don’t know how you will handle it… but I also don’t care.
I let the head of your cock slide over my tongue and past my lips deep into my warm wet mouth. I can feel how badly you want to thrust upward into the wetness but you know better. Deep in my throat I roll my tongue. I know you want to cum. I suck and suck, sucking on the head of your rigid cock. My warm wet mouth drooling down over your balls. My hand gripping them and an ever so light squeeze…. I know you want to cum. I lick, I suck, I speed up, I slow down. Do you want to fuck my tight little pussy? Too bad…I lick, I suck, you’re just about to cum. Oh you’re cumming? I stop, I laugh, and your orgasm was ruined.
Once again better luck next time!
Brooke
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