It was several days into our vacation. We had so far spent most of it in bed. For much of it, if you had had a hidden camera in the bedroom it would have vaguely resembled a porn movie, except for my lack of a tan or muscle tone. Mainly lots of fucking, accompanied by the usual grunts and shrieks, with Kim having an endless string of earth-shaking orgasms, constantly wet and eager for more.
Ostensibly I'm the dominant one in this sexual relationship, by mutual consensus. I tell Kim what to do, which turns her on, and generally involves lots of fellatio and lots of fucking. The fucking makes Kim come, a lot. Although I frequently don't let her come when she wants to, I usually do, eventually, which ends up being many times in a typical day. I usually let her come so much because she likes it, and I really do like to please her.
Plus, if I keep her on the edge for too long it usually gets me all worked up, so that if I don't let her come I might have a hard time not coming myself, and I don't want to do that - I'd rather fuck more, and if I come I can't fuck again for hours, and that's boring.
On the fifth day of our vacation, however, I was done with repeating the same scenario again. Usually Kim just does what I tell her to do on a mission-by-mission basis, but this time I thought we could do things a bit differently. I started out with a little mission, though. Kim woke up, gazing at me happily, already eager to please.
"Play with yourself," I instructed.
She immediately began touching herself vigorously. Her breathing got faster, her head started rocking a bit. Her legs stiffened. Suddenly she pulled her hand away, and arched her back, gritting her teeth. She had stopped herself from coming, just at the last instant, since I hadn't told her to come.
Gradually, she calmed down, refocused her eyes, and looked at me, smiling softly, wondering what her next task might be. That's when I thought I'd let the shoe drop. I tried to do it with sufficient theatrical effect so as to make the point clearly.
"Do you see that clock over there?"
I pointed to a clock on the wall in the next room, which we could see from the open door at the other end of the bed. It was a few minutes after 9 am. Kim looked at the clock attentively, then looked at me, and somewhat theatrically shook her head affirmatively. She didn't know why I was mentioning the clock, but she had most definitely looked at it as instructed.
"Until that time tomorrow morning," I explained, pausing for emphasis, "no orgasms for you."
There was a sudden intake of breath as Kim realized I was completely serious. She was used to me only telling her to come periodically, like usually after she had stopped herself several times and seemed to be bursting with desire, but she had developed an expectation that release would be there eventually, after not too long, really. This time she knew it was different.
I entered her and fucked her slow and deep for a while. I got on my knees and started fucking her harder. This is generally what makes her come pretty fast. I could see she was trying to remain calm, which she managed to do for several minutes, before her breathing sped up all of a sudden and she said "stop" as her body stiffened and she shook a bit, as if she were cold. I lay down again and moved slowly in and out, keeping her aroused but not right at the edge.
"Should I make you come now?" I asked. She knew it was a rhetorical question.
"I don't want to come until tomorrow," she replied. She knew the correct answer.
Of course, her little body was already hotly disputing this assertion, but Kim was still maintaining a fairly convincing facade.
Ever since I was a teenager, and first heard young women complaining about guys that apparently were only interested in having an orgasm and then going to sleep, I vowed never to be one of those guys. I read books on the subject, and learned how to maintain an erection indefinitely, without coming until I wanted to. It was upon mastering this practice that I began to notice that most women were at least as orgasm-fixated as they accuse men of being.
Women like Kim seem to just ride a constant wave, from one orgasm to the next, all day and night. When they describe a good sexual experience with a guy, the description will often include the number of orgasms they had in the course of it. I wondered if Kim could handle living a day the way I often live mine, without coming.
I flipped her over and fucked her hard from behind. She was working on some kind of new technique for not getting to the edge so quickly, by tensing her leg muscles. It didn't seem to be going well, though, because after a few minutes there was the predictable, "stop," the increased tension, the holding of breath, the eventual exhale.
"Eat me," I instructed.
She withdrew her pussy and clambered down the bed to engorge her mouth with my cock. With big, deep arcs she repeatedly shoved my dick into her mouth, as if it might go deeper if she started with more distance, and sped up as she went down.
After a couple minutes, her pussy was apparently feeling unattended, as it migrated towards my leg and started rubbing against it. I didn't tell her to, but soon she was touching herself. After a couple minutes she was eating me with less gusto, getting distracted. Soon she couldn't eat me and breath at the same time, so she pulled her face off of me. Once again she pulled her hand away from her pussy quickly, looking like she had seen a ghost, her face grown pale temporarily. Soon she was eating me again, and rubbing her clit on my leg.
I fucked her some more until she stopped me again. This time she looked a bit desperate.
"Is it time to get up?" I asked.
Kim looked at me as if to say, damn, you're really going to do this to me, aren't you, and she nodded affirmatively.
