He came in me not once but twice last night, and I was a ravage beast, fucking him like a whore in heat and begging for more, more more. The back massage worked and what I ended up with when we were laying down in bed was my old husband again, the horny one dying for pussy.
“I haven’t orgasmed in 36 hours,” he said wanting me to feel sorry for him.
“I haven’t orgasmed since Friday or Saturday or… I forget now,” I tease back, “It’s just been so fucking long.”
Not cumming has made me both oversexed and sassy as hell. I love both and I think he does too. I take off my clothes slowly giving my husband a short strip tease of sorts. His dick is throbbing with need.
I lay my gorgeous naked body besides him and we kiss. A few moments his fingers have reached my clit. He starts the habitual rub.
It felt great. I won’t deny that. So I let him continue rubbing her for just a moment more before reminding him of my new rule, “Oh babe, I don’t want you to touch my clit. I don’t want to cum that way anymore.”
“Oh that’s right,” he smirked as he drifted his fingers from my button down into my wet oven. He slid right in.
“Babe, I just can’t explain how good it feels to be left desiring sex instead of feeling completely satisfied and uninterested. It makes me a totally different woman, and I love it. God, if you could feel the way I feel, you’d get it.” I’m doing my best to help my husband understand this idea. Sure, he likes denying me pleasure for a day or so in the name of dominance, but ultimately, my husband wants me to enjoy sex as much as he does. He loves me and is used to helping bring me to great climaxes. He’s not used to sex being only about his pleasure.
Honestly, now that it’s been a few days, I think my clit boycott is more than just a phase. I think my life-long habit of rubbing my button during sex has prevented me from going deeper with orgasms and opening up completely to my man. It’s basically like masturbating while we make love. It has become this side gig I do while he fucks me.
But I want an even more intimate experience, a deeper arousal and the potential for squirting and multiple orgasms. And the discovery that my clit obsession could be lessening my long-term satisfaction has made me seriously serious about boycotting that bitch. The clit is for little girls just beginning their goddess journey. The goodness inside my pussy, the G-spot of lore, is where we’re going now to uncover her hidden glory.
He put my butt in the air, and licked my clit and all around my pink pussy lips. I shook him off.
“Fuck my pussy. I need your cum.”
He dove into my body with his huge dick thick with desire, hot and ready for fun. I reached my hand down to my pussy as I always do but this time fingered around his dick instead of my clit and concentrated on how he stroked me. God his dick was big.
“I need your cum. I need your cum. I need your cum.” I was almost singing as I begged and begged. How does he do this to me? How does his body turn mine into mush.
“You. Fuckin’. Whore,” he blurted out tossing his head back. His hands held my waist as he plunged one last time deep in me. “God, I love fuckin’ a whore, a cum hungry whore.”
Silence fell over the room as I felt him penetrate me with his seeping serum. I froze and felt the liquid gold fill up my void and replenish my supply. I was home.
It’s weird not cumming in that position. I always cum like that and would have loved to orgasm just then too falling to the bed in exhaustion and relief, but I didn’t. My butt stayed in the air long enough for him to make sure his load was delivered before scooting my little body to the middle of the bed and turning over.
“My body feels happy, sweetheart,” I said rubbing all around in my juicy lips. God, I’m soaking wet. I know a big part of him doesn’t think he pleased me. “I feel so light and yummy and ready for more.”
After washing off, my husband joined me in bed for snuggles. We moved in unison to our puzzle piece position and his lips connected with my neck.
“Fuck, Stella, your body is so hot. You are amazing, my pussy queen. You are radiant,” he whispered into my ear as he moved his hands along my naked body. Soon his fingers found my garden and started digging. Next thing I knew I was riding on top of him again.
This time the sex was deeper, slower, more loving, more intimate. We stared into each others’ eyes and said our I love yous. He looked lost in the disbelief of the ecstasy that was following him around. He nibbled on my nipples a little and kissed my lips. I vacillated between fucking his dick and sucking it like a hungry animal, taking that monster meat into my mouth and squeezing my lips tight around it. I squeezed my hand tight around the base and jerked it up and down a little. He was throbbing again, ready to give me more of my medicine. I was ready to overdose.
“I just love the fact that I’ve taken all of your cum this year. All. Of. It.”
“How did I get so lucky to have such a perfect whore as my wife?” His voice trailed off. He must have been distracted. I stood up into a squat over him and twerked my body up and down on his. I love letting him watch as his dick disappears in me.
And when he’s inside of me, everything is perfect. Has sex always felt so holy? “I wish I could explain how your dick makes me feel,” I finally said grinding hard and breathing heavy. “It’s like everything else goes away. I’m fully myself. You make me me.”
“I understand, Stella, my dick relaxes you and reminds you of what you really are.”
I’m like a baby on a pacifier, that’s what I am, sucking my worries away. I am my absolute best when I’m full of his dick, engulfed in his embrace and gobbling each release one yummy load at a time. Nothing in the world matters. I might as well be in heaven.
“When I cum, I want you to lick my dick clean, ok?”
“Yes sir.” I purred. I’ll do anything for him. And the more pleasure I give, the more pleasure I feel. He thinks I’m doing it all for him, but really I’m doing it all for me!
He emptied his balls into me for the second time in less than an hour. I made sure his climax was complete before jumping off of his delicious body and taking his dirty dick into my mouth. He moaned a little more and I felt him relax.
I ended up spread eagle again with my hands in my pussy. I was insatiable. I could have gone at it all over again.
“Scoop the cum out of me and put it in my mouth,” I demanded.
He was half asleep already, but complied once, twice, three times before finally admitting, “Stella, sweetie, I’m done, done, done. I’m satisfied and tired. No, No, No more.” He turned over. “Good night.”