Sometimes I know he plans things for me and sometimes circumstance presents him with opportunities he just can’t resist which is how the beginning of last week turned into a little orgasm denial adventure.
It all started off with him throwing up; 2 whole days of it and then a 3rd day of some serious sleeping to recover. Of course when a man has his head down the toilet that is not the moment to be asking him of you can cum. So I waited but then I got my period. I am fairly lucky with my periods, they are relatively short and mainly pain-free apart from the first day or so when I get the usual lower back pain and cramps. I have long known that the best cure for this is orgasms. Not only does it encourage flow but the muscle contractions of the orgasm seem to get rid of the cramps too.
So once I knew he was feeling better I decided to ask for permission. Sometimes words spill from my mouth before I really think them through and this time was one of those….“I know you have not really been up to it but now you are better….” was greeted with raised eyebrows and a questioning look. After a moment’s pause he replied… “No you are right I have not really felt like it but now I do” and the next thing I knew I was down on my knees with his cock pushing into my mouth.
Of course being used like that only served to make the dull ache between my thighs even worse and coupled with the hormone rampage and the 3 previous days of waiting I suddenly found myself in desperate need of attention. The thing is I didn’t have to say one word to him, not even a mummer, when he finished using my mouth he could see it in my eyes. Looking down at me with his cum on my lips and tongue he chuckled and said… “Not yet…. soon, but not quite yet”
And so it started; 4 long days of being used and abused. He spanked until I was nearly crying in desperate frustration, he used my mouth to make himself cum, he pushed his fingers inside my bloody pussy while we were in the shower and laughed at me when I tried to grind down on his hand.
I have written many times before on my blog my dislike for orgasm denial. I can very quickly find myself getting grumpy and tetchy with it. The frustration can easily flick from one of constant horniness to anger and resentment but he is well aware of that and so far whenever he has decided to play this game he has always managed to judge that fine line well and this was no exception.
Just when I thought I was going to go completely and utterly screaming mad with all his touching and teasing and promises of ‘soon’ and ‘later slutmine’ he took pity on me. He took me to bed in the middle of the afternoon, stripped me naked, lay me face down on the bed with a pillow beneath my hips so my bottom was raised up and then with one hand pressing down between my shoulder blades me spanked me. Over and over and over again, fast, slow, hard, soft, no pattern or rhythm to it, making it harder for me to sink into it and get lost in the fussy buzzy heady adrenalin rush but then he didn’t want me lost, he wanted me hot, bothered, clawing at the sheets and growling with need. He wanted me to beg and that is exactly what he got…
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