When I got home from work that day, I wasn't going to take a chance of being disappointed again. I went to the Internet and looked at some pictures of imperious women and jerked off while I looked at them.
Wouldn't you know it, when Sylvie came home about an hour later, she was feeling playful. "How would you like to suck me off?" she asked. She had me take all my clothes off, and then she tied my hands behind me. The bondage had become an integral part of whatever we did in the bedroom. She just took off her panties and lay on the edge of the bed so I could run my tongue along her cunt.
"I haven't been very fair to you lately," she said as I plunged my tongue into her pussy, fucking her with my mouth. "I've made you lick my ass and not let you have any reward. I'm going to make it up to you now. After you make me come, I'm going to give you your reward."
I wasn't thrilled with her words. When I was in my twenties or thirties or even early forties, coming twice within a couple of hours would have been great. But I wasn't a kid any more. I wasn't sure I would be able to perform again so quickly.
I tried to prolong the pussy licking, trying to take more time to build up stamina for whatever Sylvie had in mind. I kept running my tongue along her pussy lips and avoiding her clit. I even moved out of her pussy every once in a while and nibbled on the soft flesh of her inner thigh. She was getting really hot, humping my face and moaning. "Come on," said, "lick my clit. I need your tongue on my clit." Then she started to come, holding my face into her pussy until it was over.
"Are you ready for your reward?" she asked. She had me climb up on the bed and lie on my back. I had a weak erection, not the raging hard-on that I would normally have after licking her snatch. Sylvie grabbed my cock and started stroking it. It soon grew stiff under her skillful manipulations. It felt good. It had been a while she had held my cock in her hand. Soon I began to feel that tingling that told me I was ready to come. But I couldn't come. I kept straining for an orgasm, my legs stretched out straight. But nothing happened. Sylvie kept working on my, urging me to shoot my juice for her. Finally it came, a weak orgasm that dribbled a little bit of semen on my belly.
"Is that all there is?" she demanded. "You've been jerking off, haven't you? Like a naughty teenage boy, sneaking off to the bathroom to play with you little wienie."
There was no point in denying it. "Well, you're going to have to be punished for that. You're not going to come at all for the next week," she said. "Believe me, I'll know if you cheat, and if you do, you'll be cut off for a month. I'm going to tie your hands behind you every night and tease your cock for a while. It had better be ready to play."
