Itty Gets Her Cream

My wife, Ava, loves to play dress up. And so this week we found ourselves in the wee hours of the morning, after our for-fun fashion show had slowed to a crawl, getting ready to call it a night. But then something happened. Ava's infamous second wind blew in, arresting any thoughts of slumber, and her playful side took over as her creative, naughty mind began to spin.

She discarded her sparkly black jacket, but kept her black leather heels, second skin black leather pants and form fitting shapely silver top. Then slipped on a pair of sexy long black gloves and a black leather Cat mask with a wickedly mischievous smile . . . and began to purr. She had suddenly transformed her look somewhere between sexy & beautiful to erotic & dominant, leaning towards the latter.

Sitting on the side of our bed, Ava began by rubbing my chest with her gloved hands. Then she pulled down the covers and without saying a word trailed one finger down the side of my cock and began to fondle my balls with the other. Normally insistent on skin-on-skin, this time she chose to run with gloved hands and fingers gliding lightly back and forth across my hardening cock.

Saying nothing but giving me "the look", she continued her strokes as I lifted myself up off the bed, slipped my boxer shorts off and gave her full access. With me not wearing a stitch and Ava now in full costume, I succumbed to her touch, she smiled and took control. Ordinarily the submissive in our play dates, this time she knew what she wanted, and I was ready to switch and play the game.

I watched mesmerized, under her spell, as she slid her hand between my legs, and sighed as I felt her touch — still through the gloves — exploring, stroking and squeezing my shaft. Her expression was partially hidden behind the mask, but I could see her smile as she felt my girth, stroking, rubbing and getting me harder. Growing thick in her hands sent my mind racing with all kinds of deliciously wicked thoughts about what she might do to me.

Could she hear my breathing? It was getting more labored and ragged as I closed my eyes and felt her full, luscious lips planting soft kisses up and down my now rock-hard cock, straining for her attention. Next, she wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft pushing it up against my stomach as she leaned in and planted little kisses on my balls, then little licks and finally sucking one and then the other into her mouth, toying with me, gently but firmly pulling away from me while keeping one ball rolling around in her mouth, all the while her eyes locked on mine. Then she'd stop for a moment releasing one of my balls with a faint little popping sound before leaning in and taking the other ball in her mouth and repeating the process.

After several minutes of the most exquisitely imaginable torture, she parted her lips and guided me into her loving mouth, alternately sucking and licking me, up and down, and each time back into her mouth she would take me just a bit deeper, just a bit further down her throat. With the leather mask and gloves covering most of her face and all of her hands, it was the soft skin of her cheeks, her wet lips, warm tongue and inviting mouth applying the hot, sensual, skin-on-skin connection. I was in heaven.

At another time with another woman, I would have tried to speed things up to conclusion, spurting a hot load of cum onto her tongue filling her mouth and enjoying the ultimate pleasurable sensations of being swallowed as she takes my warm, creamy gift down into her belly. But with Ava it's always been different, so very different, infinitely better and more pleasurable. I don't want it to end; I want to extend the unadulterated bliss as long as I possibly can, I want to stay in the moment, savoring her licking, kissing and sucking, feeling the swirl of her tongue, floating for as long and high in this alternate dimension as possible before going over the edge into the abyss.

And so as I struggle to maintain control, the back-and-forth begins. Ava takes what she wants, and I can feel it slipping away leaving no doubt who will control this scene. As her sensual mouth takes more and more of me in, as she licks and sucks, as her tongue continues to swirl and pleasure me, her hands begin to increase the pace, one now cupping and squeezing my balls as the other works the shaft, up and down, slowly increasing the tempo in rhythm with her mouth, letting me know — whispering in my ear without saying a word — "Kitty wants her cream, I want you to cum in my mouth." Those words make me melt, and I am only too happy to oblige. I'm going over, far removed from any semblance of control. I feel immense relief and an indescribable, intense pleasure rolling over me as the pressure that's been building deep in my balls erupts, my cock begins to throb and twitch in her mouth. I close my eyes and surrender.

In the end Kitty takes the power, has her way with her man and claims her creamy prize. Does that make her a thief, an aspiring dominatrix or a Goddess of pleasure? In my mind a heady and intoxicating combination of all three.