I watched her. She massaged herself with the head as I licked and bit her nipple every so often, her breathing growing ragged, her movements growing more and more jerky until finally she got close to the edge and glanced down at my cock. I held it my hand and motioned for her to look up at me, the look in my eyes deadly.
“Don’t fucking come yet,” I ordered, inserting a finger into her pussy as she massaged her clit with the water. She leaned back, her face in agony.
“Why not?”
“Because Miss Jill would punish me if I came too fast. She’d tie my hands above the bed and jack me off, and if I came before she allowed me to, she’d get very mad at me. So I’m gonna finger-fuck you until you’ll beg me to come, but you are not allowed to orgasm until I decide you can, do you understand?”
“Yes, Ben,” she breathed, and I sped my movements, pushing in and out of her, as her body tensed even more. She tried to move the showerhead away to lessen the sensation, but I moved it back. I knew I must’ve looked intimidating – maybe even scary, but I didn’t care.
“Hell no – you’re not getting off that easy.”
Growing angrier, I leaned forward and pleased her with both hands, fucking her with one finger while rubbing her clit with the other hand, and licking her neck as I did so. I knew it was all too much for her to handle, and I felt her walls start to contract around me, signaling her body was trying to come.
“Don’t. Fucking. Come. Until. I. Say. So. If you do, you will be punished very hard. Do you understand?”
She opened her eyes and peered down at me. “Ben…oh, Ben…I can’t wait any longer…”
I leaned forward and bit her bottom lip, making her eyes fly open in confusion. “Fine. Fucking come now.” She finally detonated in front of me, squeezing her trembling legs together and holding her breath for one long moment before collapsing and slumping against my shoulder, moaning and panting and gasping. It was taking all of me not to just slide myself into her right now. “Yes, come, Mrs. Robinson. Come for me. I can’t wait to be inside of you. You are so fucking sexy,” I grunted into her ear as her orgasm stretched on and on, her fingernails digging into my back as I savored the pain. Finally she stilled, her heart starting to slow, but her face was more agonized than ever.
“My God,” she moaned.
“What?”
“That was…I have never…in my life…”
She trailed off and covered her face with her arm.
“Done something so naughty?” I asked as I kissed her ear, and she nodded. “I know. And I love it.”
“You did? Do I arouse you, Ben? Really?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
She blinked a few times. “You turn me on, too. So much. I’m soaking wet, in more ways than one. But God, you’re so young, and my husband…”
“Fuck your husband,” I said as I reached down, ran my finger along her wet pussy, and then moved it to her lips. “Put it in your mouth and suck on it. Taste yourself.”
With large eyes, she shook her head and then did as she was told, taking her finger in her mouth.
“This is new, isn’t it? Does your husband make you taste your own pussy like this, Mrs. Robinson?”
“No, Ben.”
“And does it taste good?”
“Yes, Ben,” she breathed. I looked down at the place between her thighs.
“Good,” I said as I crouched beneath her. “Because after Miss Jill watched me jack off that day, she made me lick her pussy to get hard again, and now I want a taste of you.”
I dived my mouth forward and took every bit of her into my mouth, making her cry out and dig her nails into my shoulders again. I backed up and made another approach, going softer this time, licking and kissing her and slowly flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue while she groaned and writhed above me. She was fucking delicious and I wanted my tongue on – and in – every inch of her.
“Ughhhh,” she moaned, wrapping her hands around my head.
“Pull my
“Don’t fucking come yet,” I ordered, inserting a finger into her pussy as she massaged her clit with the water. She leaned back, her face in agony.
“Why not?”
“Because Miss Jill would punish me if I came too fast. She’d tie my hands above the bed and jack me off, and if I came before she allowed me to, she’d get very mad at me. So I’m gonna finger-fuck you until you’ll beg me to come, but you are not allowed to orgasm until I decide you can, do you understand?”
“Yes, Ben,” she breathed, and I sped my movements, pushing in and out of her, as her body tensed even more. She tried to move the showerhead away to lessen the sensation, but I moved it back. I knew I must’ve looked intimidating – maybe even scary, but I didn’t care.
“Hell no – you’re not getting off that easy.”
Growing angrier, I leaned forward and pleased her with both hands, fucking her with one finger while rubbing her clit with the other hand, and licking her neck as I did so. I knew it was all too much for her to handle, and I felt her walls start to contract around me, signaling her body was trying to come.
“Don’t. Fucking. Come. Until. I. Say. So. If you do, you will be punished very hard. Do you understand?”
She opened her eyes and peered down at me. “Ben…oh, Ben…I can’t wait any longer…”
I leaned forward and bit her bottom lip, making her eyes fly open in confusion. “Fine. Fucking come now.” She finally detonated in front of me, squeezing her trembling legs together and holding her breath for one long moment before collapsing and slumping against my shoulder, moaning and panting and gasping. It was taking all of me not to just slide myself into her right now. “Yes, come, Mrs. Robinson. Come for me. I can’t wait to be inside of you. You are so fucking sexy,” I grunted into her ear as her orgasm stretched on and on, her fingernails digging into my back as I savored the pain. Finally she stilled, her heart starting to slow, but her face was more agonized than ever.
“My God,” she moaned.
“What?”
“That was…I have never…in my life…”
She trailed off and covered her face with her arm.
“Done something so naughty?” I asked as I kissed her ear, and she nodded. “I know. And I love it.”
“You did? Do I arouse you, Ben? Really?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
She blinked a few times. “You turn me on, too. So much. I’m soaking wet, in more ways than one. But God, you’re so young, and my husband…”
“Fuck your husband,” I said as I reached down, ran my finger along her wet pussy, and then moved it to her lips. “Put it in your mouth and suck on it. Taste yourself.”
With large eyes, she shook her head and then did as she was told, taking her finger in her mouth.
“This is new, isn’t it? Does your husband make you taste your own pussy like this, Mrs. Robinson?”
“No, Ben.”
“And does it taste good?”
“Yes, Ben,” she breathed. I looked down at the place between her thighs.
“Good,” I said as I crouched beneath her. “Because after Miss Jill watched me jack off that day, she made me lick her pussy to get hard again, and now I want a taste of you.”
I dived my mouth forward and took every bit of her into my mouth, making her cry out and dig her nails into my shoulders again. I backed up and made another approach, going softer this time, licking and kissing her and slowly flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue while she groaned and writhed above me. She was fucking delicious and I wanted my tongue on – and in – every inch of her.
“Ughhhh,” she moaned, wrapping her hands around my head.
“Pull my
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