She had me. She had me bound, gagged, blindfolded, naked, and secured to the bed. She was administering to me the most exquisite handjob.
"C'mon, Baby. Let's see it," she said as she stroked me. "Let's see it. Hot cum. Hot white cum jetting out your prick. C'mon, Baby. Let's see it. I want it. You know I want it. Let's see it. Let me see you spurt. Hot cum running down your prick, running down my hand. C'mon, Baby, I'll lick you clean. C'mon."
It was a game, of course. To see how long I could hold out. I got better at holding out. She got better at making me cum.
After a minute of dry stroking, she changed tactics.
"Oh, Baby. Is Mommy being too hard on you? Oh, Baby. Let me make you feel better."
She lubed my dick.
"A little oil? Gently, gently. That's better. Oh, I love your prick. You feel so good. I want you. So hot. I love it when you cum. I love it. I love it when you shudder and shake a spew hot cum. C'mon Baby, do it. Do it for me. Hot jets. C'mon."
Slowly she stroked me. Fucking was against the rules. Sucking was against the rules. I had to be had with her handjob. Whatever else she did, talking dirty, watching her do herself, watching porn, tying me to the bed, was legit. My job was to hold out.
"Oh, Baby, you're getting so red in the face. Your head's so swollen. It looks like you're gonna burst. Don't lose your head. Calm down. A soothing bath, would that cool you off? Would that calm you down?"
She started to wash me. Soap. Warm water. She stroked me. She ran her tongue along my body as she stroked. From my groin, across my navel, across me stomach; she kissed my breasts and sucked my nipples; she bit my neck. I lost it. I pumped, once, twice, three times, four. Hot, white cum.
"Oh, Baby. That's okay." She sounded disappointed.
She finished washing me. I expected she would let me go. I couldn't wait to dive on her muff, lick her breasts, finger her, fuck her.
"Oh, Baby. Look at this." She twirled and twiddled my limp dick. "What am I going to do? You shot your load, and I'm left here, hot and bothered, and no one to help me out."
I felt her roll away from me. I felt rhythmic shaking in the bed. She was doing herself. In a minute, I felt someone, or something, climb onto the bed. I was wild to see who it was. I wanted to shout out, but she had me, bound, gagged, blindfolded and naked.