For a moment, my heart was in my mouth. Could Mike really be back from his business trip so soon? It suddenly dawned on me that the door wasn't locked and that Mike would've used his keys. Looking at Jim sprawled out all spent right next to me, I decided against opening the door. All that cumming had exhausted him and I stood up to get a better look at my fuck slave, deep in sleep, his shriveled up junk hanging between his open thighs.
I leaned in to get a better look and felt myself dripping at the sight of the pink tip of his tiny cock, peeking out of its foreskin. Still coated in cum, I fought the urge to bend down and slip in into my mouth for a quick slurp. I've always loved the taste of cum when I'm horny. And right now I was horny as fuck. Having gotten caught up in the excitement of controlling him, I'd delayed my own orgasm.
Climbing back onto the bed, I straddled his face and lowered myself onto him, stopping when my pussy was inches above his mouth. With me facing his feet, I could get an excellent view of his limp cock while I played with my soaking wet crotch. With two fingers deep inside me, I could use the base of my palm to rub my clit simultaneously. Massaging the slick walls, my fingers soon zeroed in on the rough skin stretch over my G-spot, gently rubbing over it. Feeling myself build up, I quickened my pace to the tune of the squishy sound of my pussy being taken care of.
In minutes, I could feel my orgasm building up, ready to take my breath away. I was pounding my pussy even harder now, my long fingers deep inside me, rubbing the entire length of my front wall. Just when I was about to slide over the edge, I body was overtaken by the most heavenly sensation caused by Jim's tongue tickling my puckered asshole. I looked down and noticed Jim wasn't the only one who was awake.
And then it happened. The room went dark as an intense wave of pleasure shot right through me, my pussy squeezing against my fingers with each squirt of clear fluid that shot right out of me, coating Jim's chin and neck. It took me a while to realise that Jim had disobeyed my orders by blatantly lapping away at my drenched folds. You could hear him slurping away, licking and sucking loudly. Although that was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had, I found myself recovering fairly soon.
Jim's cock stood up like a tiny flagpole, begging for attention. As he continued to worship my pussy, I bent forward and took hold of his little pecker, peeling its foreskin back to reveal the now-familiar pink head. Just as I was about to bend down and give it a quick lick, an idea crossed my mind.
"Jim, you've known Mark and Tina for quite a while, right?"
"Mmm...what...um, yeah" he replied, practically speaking into my pussy.
"And how come you've never made a move on Tina?" I asked, trying my best to appear nonchalant.
"Well, I think she's fucking hot" I was now fuming, not realizing that I was starting to squeeze his dick a little too hard. "But she's never really had a thing for me" he continued, now taking a break from eating my pussy.
