The last week has been absolutely hysterical watching Michael's frustration build as I teased him all week while getting myself off repeatedly with his talented tongue and our extra large dildo that I wasn't sure in the beginning would fit inside me. Just in case you haven't been following along Michael and I are playing a little game where we had each put a few of our fantasies in a box and after I rigged the cards we are now exploring some of his darkest fantasies. This week he is not allowed to cum, specifically because his cock is not the biggest I have ever fucked.
It's been a week already and I'm kind of sad to stop this little part of our game. Let me tell you it has been one memorable week. Sunday, the day after we last played the game, I woke up and pulled Michael between my legs immediately having him lick me to an orgasm to start my day. We took a shower together and I spent the entire time teasing his poor cock. That night I told him I needed more than his tongue and for the second time worked that giant lifelike dildo inside my pussy, taking it a little easier this time but it was still a challenge. I again felt orgasm after orgasm ripple through me and then kissed Michael goodnight with a grin on my face.
Monday was busy as Mondays often are but I made sure to let Michael see me get dressed for work that day, wearing a sexy little sheer bra and panties set underneath my work clothes. He was hard before he ever left the house. That night I was exhausted but I wanted to give him his fantasy so as we got in bed for the night I handed him the dildo and the lube and told him to give me a big orgasm before bed. He went right to work, slid down between my legs, teased my clit with his tongue, and eventually slid the dildo inside of me again. The moment it hit rock bottom I again came hard and told him that was enough for tonight. Before I fell asleep I whispered in his ear "thank you baby, that big cock fills me up so much more than you do. It feels so good to be fucked by a big cock again."
Tuesday I decided I was going to turn things up a notch. I was running late that morning but when we slipped into bed that evening I was wearing white satin panties with a white garter belt and white stockings down my legs. I knew this was one of his favorite looks and he was just aching for me. I told him to relax and that since he was being such a nice boyfriend to pleasure me this week that I was going to give him a little pleasure as well. I spent the next half hour slowly teasing him with my fingers, tongue and mouth. I slowly increased the pressure and speed, and by the end of the half hour he was ready to burst, pleading with me to let him cum.
I moved up the bed, his cock in my hand, and again whispered in his ear. "Baby, I can't let you cum. Remember I could only let you cum if you had the biggest cock I had ever fucked." His cock jumped in my hand, he was right on the edge of cumming. "I'm sorry, but you're not even close. You're probably half the size of the biggest cock I've had in my little pussy." He cried out, moaned, groaned, grabbed the sheets, his whole body now begging me for release. "It was your fantasy remember. I can't let you cum. I can't let this... little... cock... cum." Just as I finished my sentence I stopped touching him as he made sounds I had never heard before, his frustration hitting a new peak. I moved on top of him, sitting my pussy down right on his mouth. He channeled all of that frustration into making me cum over and over again. The way he clawed at my back, needing me so bad, brought me over the edge time and time again until I collapsed.
I continued the rest of the week. Every night using some combination of his tongue, the giant dildo, teasing him to the brink of orgasm, and talking to him about why he couldn't cum. I was really starting to get hot thinking about all of the dirty things I was going to say to him that night. Several times that week I had to get myself off mid-day because I couldn't concentrate. Each night the gigantic dildo slid into my pussy a little easier and I made Michael knew it too. I started telling him about how different I was probably going to feel by Saturday. I asked him if he thought I would still be able to feel him when he was finally able to slide inside me again.