Natalie's pendulous breasts brushed my belly. My eyes grew wide at the sight—I wanted to absorb them, to brand their image in my brain. As it were, I panted like a dog.
"Am I making you hot?" she purred. Again, I tugged at my restraints. I was so tightly bound that I could barely bend my elbows, my knees.
"I can't—I can't do it," I gasped. "I can't do this anymore." Natalie smiled evilly and crawled back down my body.
"I say you can."
She slid two fingers into her pussy and began thrusting violently. The creamy squelching drove me mad with desire. No, I'd passed desire a long time ago—it was need.
"Please!" I shouted. She stopped suddenly.
"Jeez, alright." Her eyes landed on my cock—or what had been my cock. It was now taut, swollen, and as purple as an eggplant. Precum settled in my naval in strings. She traced two fingers around the head. I jerked at her touch.
"Ah!" She stopped.
"Be good." I summoned all of my self-control to obey her, pressing myself into the mattress.
Satisfied, she leaned down and began to suck me. Her wet, rough tongue played quickly over the glands. Her head bobbed, lips passing over my shaft, up-and-down, up-and-down. I knew if I moved she would stop. The pleasure rose all around me, pulsing, waiting to break—
My cock popped out of her mouth.
"I know your tricks, Kyle." She looked at me with an arched brow.
"Please," I whispered. In response, she cupped my balls and began a gentle massage. I groaned aloud.
"Not until I see a tear," she told me.
I'd tried to make myself cry. I was no good at acting. The frustration was enormous, the sensation maddening, but I couldn't quite bring myself to grief.
Natalie squatted over me and lowered herself around my cock. I stopped moving at once—I wouldn't dare cum inside her. She would kill me.
But that didn't stop me from enjoying it. I made a strange gurgling sound as my cock was compressed by hot, wet, pulsing flesh. I quivered inside her. She rocked back and forth before leaning forward and moving her hips so I slid in and out of her. I contorted my face. Each pass was almost painful in the intensity of the pleasure it gave.
"Do you want to be a father?" Natalie asked me.
"No," I gasped out.
"Then don't you dare cum."
I won't lie—it was close. The stimulation was too near the threshold. One more thrust and she'd send me rocketing into orgasm.
"Stop!" I cried. Natalie slipped my cock out of her; it smacked against my belly. She curled herself at my feet.
"Let's take a break," she said.
My cock throbbed, aching at the blow of the fan. I was so sensitive that the breeze tickled me with pleasure.
After a few minutes, Natalie took my cock up in her hand again, but held it loosely. She began to move back and forth. It was quite gentle, but I shivered anyway.
"Natalie, I'm begging you," I said.
"You know what you have to do." Before I could respond, she tightened her hand, and suddenly began to jackhammer me. My eyes flew open. I gave a wild gasp.
Then she dropped me.
"No!" My head slammed back against the pillow. I heard her laugh, and felt a stab of fury.
"Just fucking do it, Natalie!" I hollered.
"Is that anger, I hear?" She spoke in a baby voice. I glared down at her. Now that she had my attention she began to squeeze her breast with one hand, and with the other began to finger herself.
"Oh, Kyle," she murmured. She thrusted faster, and brought her other hand down to rub circles over her clitoris. After a moment, her face contorted. "Oh, oh, oh. Mmmm..."
Then—
"Oh,
