Let’s play a game where I can’t cum until you do.
The rules are very simple. It only requires one hard cock, one hungry mouth, and one relentless hand. You’ll kneel next to me on the bed and I’ll take you between my lips, sucking just as enthusiastically as I always do. Your hand will wander all over my naked body, toying with my nipples, stroking and squeezing every inch of me. It wouldn’t be enough to totally distract me, but that’ll change when you roughly push my legs apart. You’ll order me to keep them spread and I’ll whimper as you start rubbing me, slowly but firmly.
Expert that you are, you’ll know exactly how to work my body. You’ll know exactly how and where to touch, how many fingers to use, how fast to rub and finger-fuck. It wouldn’t be long before I stopped focusing on your cock and started focusing on the pleasure you give me. It may be inevitable, but it won’t be allowed. So you’ll slap me and tell me focus on the task at hand. You’ll tell me not to even think about cumming - that won’t happen until I make you cum, and even then it’s not guaranteed. Oh, it would be so difficult. I’d be moaning around the length of you, writhing feverishly and lifting my hips towards your hand, all while desperately trying to give you release. That desperation would manifest in a mouth that sucks vigorously, a chin that drips with saliva, and hands that clutch the sheets in an effort to reign in a disobedient orgasm. My jaw would go slack from time to time, overcome with a heady combination of ecstasy and determination, but you’d use pain as a means of bringing me back.
You know you’re being deliberately cruel. You’re bringing me to the edge again and again, only to make me lose focus. You do it so you can hit me, so you can hear me cry out, because the sound gets you close. It would be a cycle of sucking, rubbing, pleasure, and pain, over and over until your muscles are tensing along with mine. I’d feel your touches become erratic and your breathing quicken, feel you swell in my mouth as I’m dangling off my own edge.
As soon as I’d feel the first drop of your cum, I like to imagine that you’d let me cum, too. Despite shaking and panting with an orgasm, I’d also like to think that I’d still keep you in my mouth. I’d still swallow everything you’d give me.
That’s the kind of slut you’d have trained me to be.
A perfect little scene for me and a perfect little girl ;)