“This is not the right time to discuss tonight, Lacey,” was his reply as he put his hand on the back of my morning-clean hair and urged me back to my “lunch-duty” kitchen-slave-girl roleplaying.
I moaned in disapproval as he pushed me back on his hard dick, but not in any real disobedience, as he put me in my temporary place and urged me to continue the task at hand. I was enjoying myself, and he was in charge, so I didn’t mind now that I’d made my “ask”.
As I kept servicing him, though, I slowly undressed myself and snaked the fingers of one hand down to play with my boobs and sneak it between my legs to rub my still-sore-from-all-the-attention-last-night pussy. Totally naked and vulnerable, but not bound or cuffed, my intent was to show him with body language that just the act of going down on him made me horny and I couldn’t help but touch myself.
But I was aroused and excited anyway, so it was as much real as it was play-acting.
But I also drew it out. I wanted to give him some insight into how much of a secret slut I could be for him, and I purposely kept him away from orgasm while I rubbed his balls, pinched and pulled my nipples, fingered my pussy, tugged his cock, lipped his shaft, and slobbered all over his nice, tasty, hard and thick fuck-muscle. I sucked, but then I teased and licked, purposely not progressing.
In fact, I eventually forced him to take control, fist a hand in my hair and tell me with non-verbal male dominance, via body language, when he had grown tired of the edging and was ready for the fireworks.
And when he sent that message, I obeyed. I left off touching myself and focused totally on him, using both my hands and my mouth and my tongue, along with a vacuum lock on his thick and blood-filled shaft to suck, tug, and ball-rub, all in an effort to get my mid-day meal.
He grunted in orgasm, and I moaned in delight as I felt his first spurt of jism jet into my closed mouth. I took the first one totally inside, but stretched out and flattened my tongue to hold his cock on it, but with my lips open wide while I pulled from root to tip with my hands to catch the follow-on diminishing spurts of cum.
His load was definitely smaller than last night, so twelve to fifteen hours was not long enough for him to replenish the well fully, but I had a better chance to explore and accustom to his taste this afternoon, since my hands were free and wrapped around his cock while I milked him dry into my eager mouth.
From there, it was at least a minute of playing with his cum, pushing it onto my lips, scooping it with my fingers and back inside, telling him how good his spunk tasted and how I wanted it every day from now on.
These were total and complete lies of course, but in for a penny, in for a pound.
He told me to swallow, and I refused, saying it tasted too good and could I play with it some more.
He realized I was egging him on and mock-scolded me for teasing him, saying I was risking a spanking
So I finally obeyed, after I thought I had properly made my point, taking it down into my tummy and then opening wide to show my empty mouth, professional style.
I wasn’t petite enough to be an actual porn girl since I think they mostly recruited short girls to make the mostly-unseen guys look bigger, and I had no desire for that kind of permanent video humiliation that would trail me for the rest of my life, but that didn’t mean I didn’t understand the superficial kinds of behavior that turned men on…and I wanted this man turned on by me.
I said that I deserved a spanking anyway for not successfully seducing him earlier during the last several weeks.
But I didn’t want to go too far, so after I showed him my empty mouth, flipping my tongue up and down so that he could confirm I wasn’t hiding anything anywhere to spit it out later, and agreed about him spanking me, I went back to his spent cock, putting it in my mouth and spent a minute milking him more, from root to tip, to get the last few drops of buried alpha male sperm out of his shaft that had exited his balls during climax.
From there I put my head in his lap.
“I love your cock…your cum tastes SSSOOO good!”
I was laying it on thick.
“That was nice, Lacey…just like last night…”
“Hmmm…I’m glad. Did I do a good job? Was I a good girl?”
“You know you were. You’re insatiable…”
“Will you cancel that date with that whore you’re seducing? Will you fuck me tonight instead of her? Will you be rough with me, so you enjoy yourself? I NEED it, Mr. M…I want you to use me like you planned to use her.”
“I don’t think you’re giving me much choice, are you…”
“Hmmmm…..goood…..,” I said as I took his cock back into my mouth and suckled on it, manipulating him to be my man instead of another woman’s man.
“I still don’t understand your game. You can take this act anywhere around town and get anything you want…I’m just about twice your age.”
“I don’t want anyone else. I want to be YOUR girl. You are what I want.”
“You know I’m going to do it differently with you than I did it before with my ex. I’m going to get much more of what I want from a girl in the next relationship, Lacey. You’re going to have to put out for me. I plan to turn you inside out.”
“Yes…I know…I’m ready to pay that price to be under your roof, safe and secure and getting what I want and need. Please!”
“Okay…I’ll call my date now. Why don’t you work on my balls a bit while I break the date with her…”
The next ten minutes were eye-opening to me as I worshipped his balls, he called her, spoke frankly with her, and called off the date.
I did as instructed. I moved from suckling on his soft and spent cock, poking out along with his balls from his unzipped fly, to circling his nuts, rubbing them, mouthing them, kissing them, squeezing them, and worshipping them.
His cell phone was turned up enough that I could hear both sides of the conversation and my eyes were opened as he talked to the cunt-whore-slut-bitch that was my competition and who was threatening to take what should be MY rightful place in his home.
It was kind of sexy too, for me to be kissing and sucking and licking his balls as he did his business with her, breaking off his date with her because I had won the race, but doing it IN FRONT OF ME, not shy, demonstrating how far along he was in getting her to do as much or more than I was willing to do.
But I was surprised to see that even though I had been manipulating him the last several weeks, he wasn’t totally unaware of what was going on. He actually told the girl on the phone that he had been flirting with two girls to maximize his chances of success and he’d had his first date with girl #1 last night (with me) — and there had been a meeting of the minds and he didn’t feel comfortable going forward with girl #2.
Girl #1 was me and girl #2 was her!
I nipped a ball during this part of the conversation, biting down a bit behind the bulge of one of his family jewels, to have my non-verbal say on his feigning innocence these last weeks while I chased him and he put me off, and he looked down and smiled at me as he continued to let down phone-girl.