Michele's Mistake - 5 - Sex Stories

Michele's Mistake - 5

... hood, starving for attention. I can see him lick his lips in anticipation of using his tongue on me, and as tempting as this is right now, I have something better in mind. I reach down with my oil slicked hands, and rub myself. I am looking into his eyes, but they are staring at where my fingers are playing. I circle them around my hard clit. I’m biting my lower lip, as I swirl my fingers around. Then I bring them to my mouth and wet them. His eyes meet mine and they are dark with need. I tease him by working my fingers in and out of my mouth, like I would his cock. He grunts with desire. I’m sure if the roles were reversed, his cock would be buried in my throat right now. But I lower my fingers back to my sex and remind him who’s running the show. I slip two fingers inside me. They slide in with ease, as the oil and my juices mix. I work my fingers in and out. The sounds of my arousal are quite evident. The Weeknd’s, Earned It, is now playing on the stereo. My fingers move out and rub against my sensitive clitty. I can feel myself getting close to an orgasm. I know that I am, supposedly, in control today, but I don’t think I can cum without his permission. I don’t have the nerve to ask him, so I stop and get off of him. I stroke his cock a few times, then tell him I have to go prepare the last part of my “treatment.” I leave to the next room for just a minute. I listen, just in case he gets into trouble. When I return, he is resting comfortably. I move beside him. I hold up ...

... a silicone cock ring. I think I am passively asking permission to put it on him. “I’m in your hands Michele, do with me what you will. You will respect my safe word right?” I squeal with joy, “Oh yes Sir.” I gently grab his cock. I place the ring around it, at the base. It’s tight, I ask him if he’s ok, and he nods. Once I’m sure it’s in place correctly, I stroke his cock. I cup his balls, stroking them softly. I’m watching his eyes, as my hands manipulate him. His breathing is ragged. I know he is near coming. I squeeze his cock, taking him nearer to the edge. When I feel he’s there. I stop, releasing him and look into his eyes. I was expecting some sort of angry response, but all I see is lust filled eyes. I let him regain his control and start again. This time, I lean down and take the head of his cock into my mouth. I can feel the pulse of his heartbeat. I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. My hands continue to stroke his shaft and balls. I do this very slowly, much less than if I were trying to satisfy him. I want to tease him sensually. When I feel his cock begin to swell, I release him again. That was very close, his cock is pulsing, as if it were ejaculating. But nothing comes out. I let him regain control again. When I reach and squeeze his cock, some pre-cum oozes out. “Do you have a little gift for me Sir?” He only grunts, I lean in and lick the sweet and tangy juice from his cock. I swirl my tongue around the head. My hand squeezes his cock and some more ...