Creampie Fantasy Done Right

"Sweatheart, you ready?" Kelly's said, as she stood at the end of the bed completely naked. He looked up at her and then down at the floor, his breathing increased. He nodded as his cage felt heavier than ever, a reminder of the two weeks of denial he had suffered through.

"Say it, Bob," she said, her tone laced with dominance he has never experienced. "Use them."

"Yes, babe. I'm ready." His voice desperate.

"Good. Remember the deal," she said as she climbs onto the bed and straddling him. "You're going to cum inside me, and then you're going to clean me up. All of it. No hesitation. No excuses."

Bob heart pounding. "I'll do it. I promise."

Kelly smiled, her fingers brushing against his chest as she leaned down. "Then let's begin."

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Two weeks earlier, it started with a conversation. They'd been lying in bed, tv playing and Kelly scrolling on her phone, when Bob had finally gathered the courage to tell her about his fantasy.

"Kelly, I've been thinking," he'd begun, his voice hesitant. Kelly had turned to him, wondering what he was about to say.

"About what?" she'd asked.

Bob had taken a deep breath, his gaze directed towards the tv. "About... eating my own creampie. After we've had sex."

Kelly was very surprised by the comment. "And?" she'd prompted, sensing there was more.

"I lose the urge after I cum," Bob admitted, his face reddening. "I want to do it, but I can't seem to make myself go through with it."

Kelly thought about it for a moment, he. "So you need someone to make you do it?"

Bob had nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes."

Kelly had smiled then, a slow, mischievous smile that had made Bob's heart skip a beat. "Alright," she'd said. "let me think about it."

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The next morning, Bob woke up to find a cage on nightstand and a note that state "2 weeks or so. No release. Just you, I, and tease very much. When the time comes, you will be full of cum, you will not know what to do with yourself. And then, you will clean every last drop."

Bob saw the note, his stomach churned with a mixture of enthusiasm and apprehension. He knew what he was doing, but its reality was completely another matter.

The first week was the most difficult. Kelly had ruthlessly teased him, wearing her sexiest lingerie around the house, brushing against him when they passed in the hallway, and when the children were not around, she whispered dirty things in his ears. He gave her pleasure every night, his hands and mouths were tirelessly trying to work her, while he was desperate for his release.

By the second week, Bob was struggling. Every move Kelly made seemed designed to drive him out of his mind. She'd edge him a few times, bringing him to the brink of orgasm before stopping, leaving him trembling and begging for more.

And now, on the final day, Kelly had finally decided it was time.

"Sweatheart, you ready?" Kelly's said, as she stood at the end of the bed completely naked. He looked up at her and then down at the floor, his breathing increased. He nodded as his cage felt heavier than ever, a reminder of the two weeks of denial he had suffered through.

"Say it, Bob," she said, her tone laced with dominance he has never experienced. "Use them."

"Yes, babe. I'm ready." His voice desperate.

"Good. Remember the deal," she said as she climbs onto the bed and straddling him. "You're going to cum inside me, and then you're going to clean me up. All of it. No hesitation. No excuses."

Bob heart pounding. "I'll do it. I promise."

Kelly smiled, her fingers brushing against his chest as she leaned down. "Then let's begin."

"How bad do you want it, Bob, how bad do you want to cum?" Kelly asked, as she positioned herself above him. She could feel the heat of his body beneath her, the way his breath hitched as she slowly lowered herself onto him.

"So bad," Bob panted, his hands gripping her hips. "Please, Kelly. Let me cum."

Kelly smiled, leaning down to kiss him as she began to grind him. "Good boy."

The room was filled with the sounds of Kelly really working bobs cock and bobs cries of pleasure. Bob could feel the pressure building inside him, the weeks of denial finally coming to a head. He clung to Kelly, his hands gripping her legs and she thrust down hard, desperate for release.

"Oh, God, Kelly," Bob groaned, his body tensing as he felt himself on the edge.

"Let it go, Bob," Kelly yelled. "Cum inside me."

With a guttural moan, Bob obeyed, his orgasm crashing over him with a force that left him breathless. Kelly gasped, her own climax washing over her as she felt him fill her with so much cum, the warmth of his release spreading through her.

For a moment, they lay there, both of them trembling as they came down from their highs. Then, Kelly shifted, moving up his body until she was straddling his face.

"Time to clean up, Bob," she said, her voice firm. "You wanted this now it's time" Her fingers tangled in his hair, lowering her cum filled pussy onto his mouth.

Bob hesitated for a moment, his mind still hazy from the intensity of his orgasm. Now not wanting to do it.

But it was too late. She forced her pussy onto his mouth and his tongue parting her folds as he began to clean her up.

The taste was strange, unfamiliar, but not unpleasant. Bob's tongue moved slowly, his hands gripping Kelly's thighs as he worked to fulfill his end of the bargain. Kelly moaned softly above him, her fingers tightening in his hair as she encouraged him to continue.

"That's it, Bob," she said, her voice strong with conviction. "Just like that."

Bob's hands tightened on her thighs, the heat between them building once more as he continued to pleasure her. He could feel her trembling above him, her body still sensitive from their earlier activities.

"Kelly," Bob breathed, his voice muffled between her thighs. "I--"

"Keep going," Kelly demanded, her fingers tightening in his hair. "Don't stop."

Bob obeyed, his movements becoming more deliberate as he focused on Kelly's pleasure. He could feel her body moving harder, her moans growing louder.

"Oh, Bob," Kelly gasped, her body arching as she reached another climax. Her thighs tightened around his ears as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

Bob's tongue continued its work, determined to fulfill his promise. Kelly's body gradually relaxed, the tension draining from her as she came down from her high. She released her grip on his hair, allowing him to pull back slightly.

"Bob," Kelly said, her voice soft but commanding. His blue eyes focused on hers, his mouth glistening, breathing heavily as he awaited her words. "Tell me do you regret this fantasy and agreeing to this?"

He hesitated, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, tasting the remnants. "No," he admitted. "That was great."

She smiled down at him, her hand gently brushing through his hair. "Glad to hear that."

As her breathing slowed, he realized he was content. The weeks of teasing, the denial, the edging, all building up to this moment, it was well worth it.