Denial 2021
The first real test finished up on May 8th, 67 days of sex without a real climax. I was afforded the occasional ruined orgasm, for prostate health, but I wasn't allowed to waste it. I had to consume it all, each time. As I laid her on her back, legs over my shoulders and my erection sliding deep inside, I was told to release. It happened in an instant, like pressure in a hose, pent up and ready to gush forth as soon as the valve was opened. I filled her, quite full. Then she ordered, "Clean up that mess you've made. When you're done with the outside, I'll sit on your face so the rest drains into your mouth. " Yes miss. It took 17 long minutes for all of the pie to drip into my devouring mouth, each lust filled drop was consumed by he who injected it into her womanhood. "Get a shower. I want you to start on the next round. This time, I don't want a daily accounting of how long it's been. If I want to know, I'll look on that calendar I to