A clutch of sleigh bells jangled as Ray stepped into the store. He was startled by the sound, and felt a little embarrassed about it, because he was hoping to handle this shopping trip without attracting too much attention. Not that there was anything embarrassing about what he was looking for. Not in itself. I was just that the reason why was looking would be tough to explain.
Celebration Stop was a party store: balloons, streamers, costumes, party favors, gag gifts, all the cheap paper and plastic stuff that somehow made for a festive event when you applied a little imagination to it. Ray stared an array of mylar
Paw Patrol
balloons and tried to orient himself. Which aisle contained the thing he was looking for? Five--Birthday favors? Seven---Costumes? The store was deceptively large and packed with all manner of things. Shit. He'd have to ask somebody.
He was supposed to meet Gina at her place in less than an hour, so he was hoping to complete his errand quickly. But he was feeling disoriented. The overstuffed party store was part of it. But the bigger part of it, if he was honest about, was his balls. A clinician might tell him he was imagining things, but they felt heavy and full. He hadn't cum for a week. No jacking off, no fucking. For the last day or so, he'd hardly even touched his cock, for fear that any kind of attention would swell his now-constant half-hardon into a full one, prompting him to cum and spoil everything he had planned.
The first couple of days of going without he could stroke himself and not cum, enjoying the delicious feeling of edging, drops of precum weeping out of his cockhead before he willed himself to stop. But now Ray was a live wire. Too much thinking about fucking made it hard to concentrate. And more and more he was helpless to think about nothing
but
fucking. He wasn't young anymore, but he definitely felt dumb and full of cum.
"Hi there, can I help you?" A young woman stood beside him, smiling. She had a thick, compact, curvy body that flattered the synthetic corporate navy blue polo top she was wearing. The buttons on the polo were undone---the shirt was too conservative to show any cleavage, but only just barely, since her breasts were so large. Jill, read the nametag over her left breast, as if to taunt him by drawing his eyes there.
Ray smiled and met her eyes, feeling like he'd spent a half-second too long staring at her tits. But she was still smiling.
Ray explained what he was looking for.
"Oh, sure!" she brightened. "Let me just walk you over." Ray watched Jill's round ass sway in her tight jeans as she led him.
She stopped halfway down the next aisle. "Here you go," she said. "I love these. I used to have one at every birthday party when I was a girl."
Ray's cock strained in his pants.
Jill
, he thought,
you have no idea what you're doing to me right now, saying something like that.
*
The best part of Gina's hair was how much she loved it when he pulled it. Not that it wasn't lovely in itself---she was a dirty blonde, shoulder length, and it had a funny way of getting in her face no matter what style she tried. He enjoyed watching her brush it away from her eyes during their first coffee date, because it was proof she was looking at him. Pretty eyes, too.
Now, though, he wasn't looking at her eyes. He was fucking her from behind. She loved when he fucked her from behind, and loved it all the more when he held onto her hair, tugging it gently but firmly as he thrust into her pussy, which had coated his balls with her wetness. Some women had a hard time finding a rhythm to their fucking, but in the month or so he'd known Gina, they felt physically perfect for each other. Neither of them were looking for anything serious, and were free to see other people. but they both took the non-seriousness seriously. Even a friends-with-benefits arrangement is an investment of time, energy, and emotion, and Ray was smitten with the way she was so....
committed
to pleasing his cock. He pounded harder, to return the favor. Gina was leaving town the next day on business, and they were both eager to make this fuckfest weekend at her house something memorable.
"Fuuuuuuuuck," she groaned. "Every time I see you I need your dick in my pussy."
"That's why you show me your pussy as soon as you let me in your house."
Gina groaned and bucked, her ass circling lasciviously around his cock. "Then maybe I'll keep my pussy away from you."
Ray spanked her warm ass and gave her hair an extra tug. "Don't you fucking dare."
Gina let out a low, guttural grown. "I'm gonna cum, baby. You know I can't put my pussy away with you. Can you cum in my pussy again? Cum in my pussy, pleaaaaaase...."
Gina bucked harder, shuddered, then held still. In the middle of the groan that Ray already knew meant she was being wracked with another orgasm, he let himself go and came, shooting ropes of cum into her soaked pussy, loving the warmth and wetness and release of it all.
Moments later, after they returned to earth and he pulled out of her, they lay on the bed facing each other. They kissed as Ray's pleasure leaked out of her cunt.
"So what's the orgasm count for you over the last couple of days?" Ray asked.
"Uncountable. Doesn't matter. You feel so fucking good." She nuzzled his shoulder girlishly.
"I've cum, what, five times in the past 24 hours with you? Two blowjobs, twice fucking you from behind, and when you rode me on the couch this morning."
"Sore?"
"Only a little, and in a good way. I don't want you to be disappointed if I run out of cum for you, though I don't think I will."
Gina thought. "Why don't we try it the other way?"
Ray propped himself up on his elbow, the post-fuck haze clearing room for pillow talk. "How do you mean?"
"I mean," she said, moving her hand down and gently caressing his cock, "instead of thinking of how much you cum, think about how little. You leave this beautiful bad boy alone for a while. Let lots of cum build up. Then when you see me after my Chicago trip you'll have all that spunk for me."
"No cumming."
"No cumming."
"And your Chicago trip is...five days?"
"A week, sweetheart."
Ray sighed. "You're an evil bitch."
Gina smiled. "You love it. You know you do."
"I'm fucking your pussy one more time tonight."
"Drain those balls, sweetie. Your evil bitch wants you to start from zero tomorrow."
*
Ray's cock strained, looking at the array of options on the wall. Large options, small ones, sparkly, and plain. He tried to figure out what would work best for what he had planned.
His phone buzzed in his pocket again. Gina, he was sure. All week she'd been sending him flirty texts whenever she had a free moment.
Are you being good and keeping your hands off your big cock?
Are your balls nice and heavy? I bet they are.
I hate all these meetings. Can you please come here and facefuck me before I go in for another presentation?
I want to be your blowjob princess.
Hour three of the policies and procedures discussion. Please come here and fuck me. I'm tired of putting my pussy away.
"So, what do you think? Is this what you're looking for?" Jill had an earnest but patient look on her face. She was used to men who didn't know how to navigate a store.
"It is. I'm just not sure which one is the right one."
"It seems like it's for somebody very special."
"It's for a someone who's been a very good girl." He meant to say it sweetly, half-jokingly, but it came out more sensual than he'd intended. A good girl who was a good girl because she fucked well. Jill smiled impishly and gave a sympathetic nod.
She took one of the tiaras off the rack and put it on. "I like this one," she said. "It's a little smaller, more Disney princess. It's the kind I always liked." She straightened her posture and made her face sweet and demure, as if preparing to watch a holiday procession. Shoulders back, her tits jutted out.
Ray was that much harder.
