My Cum Eating Husband - Sex Stories

My Cum Eating Husband

... slowly. He was shaved smooth there, and he keeps it that way not because I like it, but because I told him to do it. It's not that I tell him what to do, but he's willing to do more if I satisfy his kink.

"You're just teasing me," he said.

"Well, of course I am," I said, teasing the head with my fingertip. "I have a client to meet!"

It didn't take long until a large drop of pre-cum appeared at the end of his cock. I gathered it and placed my finger at his lips. He opened his mouth readily and licked my finger. Funny how his cock jerked a bit as I did that.

"Goodboy," I said, not like I would to a dog, but, well, kind of. I don't treat him like a dog, of course, but in this one thing, it's clear that he's quite timid. "You know I'm doing this for you, don't you?"

It washis kink after all. I'd never have imagined it. I grabbed him by the balls firmly and squeezed, not to hurt him, but to remind him of the way things were. They felt gloriously big and full, as they should. I had been very obvious in denying him any release for most of the week, and he knew why.

"It feels like you have alot of cum in there," I said.

He looked very sheepish. "I'm certain I do," he said.

He may have masturbated without me knowing it, but I suspected he didn't do that anymore. Why not be sure?

"Tell me, have you masturbated since we last had sex?"

"Uh, no. I don't think so."

"You don'tthink so? What, you don'tremember?" I asked.

He rolled his eyes away, ...

... avoiding contact. When they returned to me, I gave him a questioning look. He wasn't getting off the hook, which was part of his kink. "Some, but not to the point of an orgasm," he said.

Huh. "That's quite some self-restraint for..." I did the math. "Five days? Tell me why."

He just shook his head. He hated this, and he loved it. I almost laughed. He's seven inches taller than me, but somehow it was me looking down on him as our eyes locked. "Tell me!"

"I like the taste of my-precum," he admitted.

Well, duh. Okay. I preferred that to cum, myself. That may have been a fact, but if he thought I was going to let him off easy..."

"I don't think you jerk off just to taste your pre-cum." I slid my finger over his tip, gathering more. He opened his mouth, but I stopped short. I cupped and weighed his balls. "They feelreally full," I said, "like maybe you're saving it for me." I knew when I said it that I had it right. And wrong, bless him.

He couldn't make eye contact. I pulled his balls downward, forcing his cock to stand straight out. "Tell me," I said teasingly as I trailed a finger across its length, "and I'll let you suck my finger..."

"Yes, I'm saving it for you," he said.

"Right. Go on," I demanded.

He broke a little laugh. "You're killing me here," he said.

I jerked on his balls making his cock bounce, giving him a very satisfied smile. "Out with it! Why do you not finish yourself?" I finally asked.

"It's more for me to lick..." he began.

I ...