Blissful Torment

With a smacking noise her lips separated from his dick. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Please let me cum," he asked, despite knowing that the answer would be "no". After all it had only been three days. She smirked and licked her lips, still glistening with saliva, and gently flicked his cock with a finger. "Sure, just cum then." She answered with a smirk, not touching him any more.

He groaned as he put his head back onto the mattress. Of course he could not, with his arms and legs bound spread-eagle on the bed. His cock just twitched in dismay.

"Fuck," he cursed, "You are such a tease!" 

She only grinned a winning smile, then crawled next to his chest. She stretched one naked leg over it then sat her crotch down just in front of his chin. He grunted under her full weight on his chest.

His eyes wandered down from her naked breasts to her exposed sex. He swallowed dryly in anticipation, already able to smell the faint whiff of female arousal and feeling the wetness against his chest. He could feel his cock throb in frustration.

"First I get off. Then maybe we'll see about you." She declared, then rocked her knees forward until her snatch was just above his face. Slowly she set her dripping wet cunt down onto his mouth.

He did not need instructions. Eagerly his tongue lapped out from his opened mouth welcoming the taste and smell of his mistress. As he pushed it between her lips, he could feel her wetness leak down on his tongue into his mouth, where he greedily swallowed it. Giving head was delightful in itself, but having your senses of smell, touch and taste completely overwhelmed was intoxicating.

He tried to push his tongue deep inside her, making her moan, then soon shifted his head so that he could reach her clit, and started sucking on it. Her eyes started to flutter as she ground into him, getting closer and closer to an orgasm. But the more time passed, the slower his tongue became, as if he was tiring out. It took longer than she wanted, not quite getting there, but it felt too good to complain. When she finally sucked in a deep breath in preparation of being pushed over the brink, he suddenly stopped.

She looked down at his drenched face, perplexed for a second, even afraid she might have drowned or suffocated him, but his mischievous eyes betrayed him: He was doing it on purpose, taking revenge for being denied.

"Oh, this is how you want to play it?" She snarled, still panting at the brink. "You'll regret that." 

Quickly, she lifted herself off his face, and crawled to his cock. With no decorum, she spread her legs, and pushed the hard shaft deep into her tight pussy, making both of them moan.

"If you cum inside me, I'll sit back on your face again and make you clean it up." She threatened.

And then she rode him hard and deep, with the explicit purpose of making him cum. He never stood a chance.

Originally written 2018-12-10, © Blissful Torment