What If...?

You wake up the next morning with an unexplained case of horniness. After all this sex you're surprised that you aren't sore, let alone horny. You can't help it, you're addicted. I wake up and see the hunger in your eyes.

I ignore your hunger and proceed to shower. You join me. In the shower you slowly tease me, causing my cock to swell to the extreme. I try to hold back. I turn the tables on you by grabbing the soap and slowly caress your back, working my way to the swell of your ass. I relish its firmness.

As I caress your ass I notice your legs involuntarily spread in hopes that I go further. I continue to soap up your thighs and your strong calves. I see your pussy glistening from your sweetness, but I avoid your sex. I go back to soaping your shoulders and your neck. You softly moan, 'please'. I kiss your ears as my hands caress the swell of your breasts. I carefully play with your breasts being careful not to touch your swelling nipples. Your breathing increases. Your nipples are harder than they have ever been before. My hands cup your breasts as I draw you nearer.

You beg for me to fill you but I ignore your pleas. The only consolation you get is to feel my hardness throb in your hand. I continue to work my way down your stomach. I can hear you purr in between your heavy breathing. As my hand nears your pussy you stroke faster and faster. You gasp as my fingers find your moist entrance. You're so hot a cold shower would cause the water to steam. You gasp as my fingers stroke your clit. I slowly insert one finger extracting your sweet honey. Rubbing it on your nipples.

I return to insert two fingers, as you begin to grind against me trying to guide me in you. I pull back. You cry out in frustration as I pull back. my fingers pull out extracting more honey. I lick your sweetness off my fingers, going back for more. your purrs are now whimpers. All you can do is squeeze my cock now. I extract my fingers and slowly feed you your juices. I repeat this a few times, as your honey grows thicker.

You grab my hand holding it in place as you furiously grind yourself to a fierce cum. You drop to your knees, partly out of weakness and partly to take me into your mouth. I reluctantly pull away. As you whimper, I let you lick your juices off my hand reassuring you good things come to those who wait. All day you hunger for my cock in any of your holes, begging just to feel me cum. The most I would do is give you a few strokes in you or get you off with my fingers and tongue. You long to be filled.

You can feel my resistance begin to break down but you don't get to feel nor taste the cum that has filled my balls all day. Although you have had my fingers and even my tongue exploring every part of your body, you still haven't been satisfied. The only thing that can satisfy that hunger is my cum flooding your sex. You drift off soaking wet and frustrated, wondering why I wouldn't let myself cum.

To Be Continued...