Sisterhood of Sin -- 16 -- Dysfunction Junction - Sex Stories

Sisterhood of Sin -- 16 -- Dysfunction Junction

... me, and I can deny myself that for at least fifteen minutes. You know that is true." I place my middle finger down on the tip of his nose and then rub slowly down past his nostrils to his lips. "Is that pussy you smell? Yes, I dipped my oil before I slid myself down on your hard hot cock. I dare you to taste it, to slip your tongue out and sample my favorite finger. Yes, that's the one I mainly use when I rub my little nub. My other hand does what it is doing now, it rubs my hard nipples as I bring myself closer and closer." My words are having the desired effect. He's breathing hard. He could be doing things to stop me, talking louder than me or even thinking of disturbing thoughts, but he's making the mistake of hanging on my every word. "Your cock feels so good inside me. I can feel your pulse. Your heart rate has sped up. It's not as fast as mine, but it's stronger, preparing to pump your hot white cum into me." His tongue snakes out and licks my finger and then I feel him start to shudder. "Oops, you're losing it. You're almost there. Yes, I can feel it. There, there was the first squirt. No, don't thrust." I pinch his nipples very hard and hold the pinch until he stops thrusting. "You're losing it now, pumping your cum into me. You could have released the ropes and pushed me off. Now your honor is at stake. If you release the ropes now, I will be so disappointed. By not taking the penalty you know, you've earned the punishment I've planned. You've pumped all of your ...

... cum into me now. It's time for your punishment." Now his desire is at its lowest. He's just come. It couldn't have been very satisfying, with so little stimulation and with that amount of unexpected pain to his normally ignored nipples. On top of that, he's now temporarily sexually impotent, what's left of his masculinity is useless. If I can believe what I've read, this will maximize the feeling of humiliation. I take a deep breath, place my index and middle fingers outside my pussy lips and slide up off of his shrinking cock, squeezing my lips shut to hold as much cum in as I can manage. I push myself up, turn around, straddle his face and lower myself back down. "I strongly suggest you start licking that pussy and take your medicine." He hesitates. "If I have to make it an order..." I feel his tongue come up and touch my fingers. I'm positioned perfectly. I remove my hand and release the flood. His tongue homes in my clit as his cum oozes out of me, straight into his mouth. I can't believe I've done this to him, but I start to come. I grind my clit against his chin as I rub both nipples. He gasps and snorts, but he keeps licking and it helps. It's a good orgasm, surprisingly good. I'm a bit drunk with the power of it. He keeps licking after I'm done, but I can sense his unhappiness. I crawl around to his side and rest my head on his chest. I want to look him in the face, to read his eyes. But I am half afraid of what I might see and I also don't want him to read mine, to ...