When the Role Play Backfired - Sex Stories

When the Role Play Backfired

... around before dropping back down on my face once more. Her hands rested on my rib cage as she leaned slightly forward, sliding her wet pussy lips over my lips. Hungrily I drove my tongue up into her again, wallowing in her sticky sweetness but unsure of her needs. Then it seemed as though her ass consumed my face; her thighs closed against both sides of my head, and her pussy made a tight seal on my mouth. Driven by the lust to taste her and the need to breathe, I realized she was smothering me and I began to panic. I moaned into her flesh. Silently ignoring me, she squeezed her legs even tighter and her buttocks clamped around my nose. And then the strangest feeling I’d ever had washed over me. I felt the cum rising in my cock and oozing out in a steady stream, not shooting and spurting but easing out, running down my shaft like lava from a volcano. Wave after wave of it oozed as I struggled against my bindings and Janeen’s weight on my face. My legs shook and my body shivered with the power of my orgasm, conflicting with the slow release of my cum. Mercifully Janeen pushed herself up off me and I sucked in precious air as she lay beside me. She looked at the tiny river of cream easing down my throbbing cock. She helped me sit up on the edge of the bed and went to the bathroom again. She returned with a warm wet cloth and wiped me clean, smiling. “I didn’t think a guy could come untouched, but seeing it dribbling out like that was amazing. And arousing,” she said. “Would you like to stay like this until I’m ready for more sex, or would you like me to free you?” I nodded towards my cock, still erect and answered, “What do you think?”