While the day passed slowly before the revisit of a "Creampie Adventure," little had I known the effect of the anticipation would have for me, as well as for John, who'd confided his own love of knowing in advance, rather than a spontaneous "grab me and haul me off to the boudoir" we'd been doing to spice up our rather conventional sex life. I, too, was day-dreaming of how I wanted to bring off this evening.
We both sort of ignored each other until shortly after a romantic, candlelit dinner I'd prepared for us, and we listened to lush jazz as we sipped our cognac (for him) and liqueur (for me). I excused myself to get ready and showered, dressed in my laciest undergarments, and slipped under the covers. Then I called out to him, telling him to prepare. After his shower, wrapped only in a towel, he walked into the bedroom and dropped the towel at his feet, revealing a stiff cock, already at attention and ready for action. In profile, he looked larger, and the cock had a substantial upward bend, and swung back and forth as he approached.
"Is that all for me," I cooed demurely, as he bent over and kissed me, hard. He grabbed his shaft and pushed forward against my still-closed lips. I opened up a bit and nibbled on the head, biting gently on the helmet, and slipping my tongue from its base to the tip, gaining access to his balls. He opened his stance to assist me, and I began to lick, first one nut and then the other, using the whole of my extended tongue to bathe his ball-sack. If it was possible for him to stiffen any more, this did the trick. I motioned with a curled finger for him to lean down, and whispered in his ear, "I want your cock inside of me tonight. It's been too long since I've been fucked, and I want to feel your length deep inside my pussy."
This had the desired effect on his hard-on, as I watched it throb up and down of its own volition.
"I will be on top, so I control all the action," and I gestured for him to lie on the bed. His cock stood up at attention, and I climbed over him, resting on his thighs, so I could grab his cock, and still bring my head down and take its head in my mouth. Grabbing the base with my fist, I wiggled it back and forth.
"Take me in your mouth and suck me...I can't hold on much longer," he groaned. I let go of his cock, and slowly moved my mouth down, opening wide so I just gently made contact as I took it in my mouth. Then I suddenly drove my mouth down to engulf his whole length, while he squirmed and tried not to come.
"Yes, yes, take me in your mouth, I want to fill you with my sperm and have you share it with me."
I sat up, looked him directly in the eyes, and said, "Not tonight, cum-slut, you will eat your jizz, but not from my mouth. It's a creampie for you, so let's get working on that."
I lifted my hips, grabbed the base of his prick again, and maneuvered so the tip just barely spread my pussy-lips, then asked, "Are you ready, cum-slut? Are you ready for me to have your cock in me, and not come immediately, like a teenager would do?"
I squeezed the base brutally hard with one hand, then danced the fingernails of my other hand around the helmet, gradually increasing the force of the jabbing motion. He protested, but it had the desired effect of subduing any imminent ejaculation. When he recovered from this attack, a few more licks brought his cock back to its rigid best. I slid my wet pussy over it, guiding it with my hand surrounding the base of his cock, while squeezing hard. Then, in a single motion I drove my hips down and engulfed his entire shaft. I could feel his balls make contact with my ass.
I then began a process of rising slowly, while not allowing the cock to leave my pussy, then slowly moving down to impale me again. All the while, he was groaning and squirming, and was reaching the point of release, but I paused repeatedly to prevent this from happening. I began talking to him,
"Do you want to come in my cunt?"
"Oh, yes, Mistress, and soon," he whined.
"Do you have a big load for me?"
"Yes, Mistress, I do."