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“Come” said her text.

I went in to the bedroom and found her naked on the bed, legs spread.

“Come to me,” she whispered, her arms up above her head.

I began to get into bed.

“No,” she said, “first get naked.”

I removed my clothes.

“Come here, between my legs,” she said, wrapping her legs around my hips. “Penetrate me,” she said, pulling her pussy lips apart with her hands, guiding my hard rod into her.

“Did you jill it this morning already?” I asked.


“You’re soaked,” I said.

“I know. I wanted you.”

Her fingers were diddling her clit under the weight of my pelvis.

“You’re just using me to masturbate.”

“Yes,” she agreed.

“I’m just a dildo for you.”

“Better than a dildo,” she said. Her breathing quickened.

“You’re just getting yourself off, aren’t you?”

“Shhhhh,” she said. “Cum in me.”

“No,” I said as her pussy clenched my cock and I felt wave after wave of warmth ooze over my member.

“Ahhhhh,” she said.

I pulled out.

“No, don’t go!”

“You’re just going to pull out your dildo and fuck yourself again, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but I’d rather you fuck me.”


“Then watch me.”


“Then listen to me from the other room.”

I got up and put on my pajamas and walked out. I wasn’t upset. I knew that talking to her like that only made her more hungry for me. I liked her hungry. When I was in the other room, I could hear her screaming with pleasure, calling out, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” to the sex toy that she held in her hand.

I opened the door to the bedroom and found her clutching the ball end of her glass dildo. Her orgasm had wet the sheets. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said. “Are you mad?”

“No, Lo, I’m not mad.”

“Then have me again.”

I slid out of my pajamas again and slid back into her — easier than the first time. She took a lot of pounding. “Aren’t you going to cum?” I asked.

“Yes. Keep going.”

“What, am I not as good as your dildos?”

“Shut up,” she said as she squeezed her eyes shut.

“Who are you thinking about?”

“Shhhh. Just fuck me.”

“Tell me. Who are you fantasizing about?”

“Just be a good dog and fuck me.”

“Oh, is that how it is?”

I plunged in-and-out rapid fire, but it wasn’t fast enough or deep enough for her. I could sense she was getting frustrated.

“Flip me over,” she commanded.

I pulled my dripping cock out of her and flipped her over. She protruded her ass in the air and begged for more. “Come on. Come on. Put it in,” she said, spreading her ass with both hands.

I slipped it in and she moaned, “Yesssss, Daddy. There. Do me like a doggy.”

I was able to jack-hammer or jack-rabbit or whatever jack you’d like from that position. She called out over her shoulder, “Don’t you dare cum! Don’t you fucking cum! You keep going!!! I’m so fucking close! Keep going! Don’t you stop!” I felt like I was running a sprint at the Olympics and she was encouraging me. Usually, when she says those things it has the opposite effect on me, much to her disappointment. But this time she was so insistent and so demanding that it actually scared me into not cumming. Finally she came and came hard, her pussy clenching up like a wet fist forcing me right out of her as she squirted again all over the already wet sheets.

When her body stopped writhing with pleasure, I gently put my hard shaft into her incredibly wet, warm, and soft pussy.

“Cum in me,” she said. “I want to feel you cum deep inside me.” She wasn’t out for another orgasm, she just wanted to feel me explode in her, knowing that she was the cause of that. I was working my way up to giving her exactly what she wanted when she suddenly said, “No! Don’t cum!” She lunged forward, trying to escape my plunging, pulsating, penetration. I followed; my body contorting to hers as if we were locked together.

“What do you mean?!” I hollered.

She squirmed away, detaching from my throbbing, aching shaft.

“I don’t want you to cum. Abstinence makes the heart grow fonder.”

“First of all, this is hardly abstinence. Second of all, something has grown harder, not fonder, and it wants to cum in you.”


“On you.”


“For you.”


“What preposition do you prefer?”

“None. I don’t want you to cum. I want you to be hard-up for me all day.”

“Damn it! Is that how you repay me?! I make you cum three times this morning and you. . .”
“Three times? Twice. Once I had to make myself cum.”

“Whatever. You use me as your personal masturbation motor and then you deny me?!”

“Yes,” she said, simple as that. There was silence between us for a moment, followed by a concerned, “Does it hurt?”

“Yes it hurts.”

“Good. Now, maybe, you’ll behave like a gentleman and not some barnyard dog.”

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