It had been a couple of days since Tom had heard from Taylor. He had managed to have sex with Lisa twice since then and had to say that holding back orgasm did not make Lisa happy and he was sure she had not reached orgasm either. Needless to say it made things at home a little difficult for him. Lisa was due to go back on the road and Tom was hoping to have some sort of answer to his problems by the time she returned. He kept edging like Taylor had instructed him and was surprised to find he was getting better at holding back. Sometimes at work he would even find himself stroking his cock at his desk reliving the scene Taylor had created for him on the phone.
Tom frequently thought he was being ridiculous and the added stress at home was making him think he had to sever his relationship, if one could call it that, with Taylor. He always thought the saying that men were led around by their dicks did not apply to him but now he was not so sure. Thoughts of Taylor were constant in his mind. Every time he thought about her his cock would get hard and all he wanted to do was take hold of it and start stroking his way to orgasm.
Tom found himself on his couch watching television as his thoughts drifted back to Taylor and his hand rubbed on his cock through his pants. He was on his back as Taylor rode him. Her hips moving up and down sliding her wet pussy up and down on his cock causing moans to come from both of them...
The front door opening and closing brought him out of his fantasy and he wondered if Lisa had cut her trip short. "Who else could have gotten in unless they had a key?" he thought. His question was answered as Taylor walked into the living wearing a long, black rain coat and a lascivious smile.
Tom started to rise off the couch," Don't get up baby," Taylor said as her hand moved up to unbutton her coat. Tom watched as she stared at him while her hands moved from button to button his eyes taking in her lovely hands with red painted finger nails. Taylor pulled the coat off to reveal her outfit which was a skin tight black leather body suit. Her boots were identical black leather with zippers on the inside of her leg coming to an end just below her knees. The suit covered everything but her hands, neck and head. Tom drank in the sight of her but the thought of how crazy this was getting in light of his current problems with Lisa was winning out over his hardening cock.
"Mistress please," he started then changed his tact," listen Taylor things are getting tense with Lisa. Neither one of us is enjoying sex, she's unhappy and I am suffering for it."
"Oh poor Tommy," Taylor said as she sauntered over to the couch setting herself down by Tom's waste. Tom began to rise again but Taylor extended a hand to Tom's chest gently pushing him back to lie down as he looked up at her smiling face.
"Tom you are so stressed," she began as her hand slowly rubbed his chest," you need to relax baby. Lisa won't be a problem, Mistress Taylor's taken care of that," Tom wondered what she meant but the thought was quickly pushed aside as he felt her hand start moving down to caress his stomach. He did not know of anything else he wanted more at that moment than to feel Taylor's hand take hold of his cock.
"Look me in the eyes Tommy," his eyes found hers immediately in response to her request," have you found yourself edging more than the prescribed three times a day?"
"Yes Mistress," Tom responded as he looked into her deep blue eyes.
"No wonder you are so frustrated then," her hand continued down while she spoke and moved to the inside of his thigh which she stroked up and down always stopping just short of his erection," why don't we do some breathing to help you relax? Just breathe in through your nose and hold it for a few seconds," Tom did as told, filling his lungs," one...two...three...now let it out slowly," Tom followed Taylor's count and exhaled. "Again baby, deep breath in, good. One...two...three...and let it out slowly."
