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 told you to keep. "


Secretly, I hope she waits till Halloween, or Thanksgiving or even New Year's eve to allow me to cum. Until then, my orders haven't changed: not allowed to cum; fuck her whenever she wants; fuck my own ass with dildo on average once per day (I'm allowed as many times a day as I want, or not so long as it averages once per day or more.); and I'm permitted the occasional ruined orgasm so long as I eat it all up and don't waste it. 


Her ultimate goal is that she has more full body orgasms than I do. She's at 23, and I'm at 12. I hope it stays at 12 for the year. And next year, I hope for just one.....and even a year with zero. 


I'm torn because I love eating that sweet cream pie between her thighs after a mind blowing orgasm. But I also crave not cumming, and the energy boost it gives, along with the devotion it breeds. 


If she were any other woman, she would cuckold me, fuck another man and feed me the pie, but she isn't. She doesn't share, and I'm fine with that, but....

The right man with the right woman and I might be inclined to do just that...be the cuckolded husband of a beautiful arm candy wife, allowed to fuck and be fucked, suck and be sucked, eat cum, but never get to cum, in her. Because....what woman in her right mind wants to deal with that mess?

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