It starts in my bedroom. It's a weekday morning and you have been there for 2 hours already. You have already cum in me twice.
Now you are sitting on the edge of the bed, and I'm on my knees between your legs and I'm using my mouth and tongue on your dick, your balls, your taint and your asshole.
For 20 minutes, I have been using my tongue and mouth to get your semi-hard cock hard enough to give you one more shot of getting whats left in your balls into my pussy. I can start to feel your frustration with my inability to get you fully hard again by how you have started to grab my head and the things you have started to say. You are also deeply frustrated that I am not carrying your baby yet.
We have been fucking for around 10 weeks at this stage. We have managed to meet in my apartment a couple of times, one night in a hotel and a surprising number of times in bathrooms and changing rooms. All together you have managed to cum in me over 30 times but it has not taken.
The situation has also become more intense as we have moved forward. Initially, we both were cumming so hard within minutes but given the sheer volume of sex in such a tight time and the danger and risk have really heightened what we are both willing to do.
Even this morning, instead of saying anything to me as I opened the door, you just grabbed me, forced me over the back of my couch and just thrust your cock inside me. I had learned at this stage not to bother with underwear as it will just be ripped from my body or your frustration when I have not been wearing a dress or skirt in those bathrooms. You cum quickly and roughly in me from behind.
Your cock continues to pulse and you push deeper inside me to make sure you fill me as much as possible. You have wrapped my hair around your fist and still, haven't let go.
Finally, you pull out and tell me to go get ready for the next round. To put on the white lingerie and white stockings and to prepare for what will not be an easy time for me.