I am a squirter. I drench the bed, I can cum over and over and over again in minutes. My husband loves when I soak his cock while it’s inside of me, when I’m on top of him, any time really. But between sex blankets and sheets, it can be a pain in the ass (and not the fun kind).
On the same token, if I’m not allowed to cum, it builds up so bad. Everything feels fuller, deeper and drives me wild. There was a time where I felt I was entitled to cum (how wrong I was), and if he came first, I expected to be finished off. Until I learned how incredibly intense edging is. And how much hotter it is when my husband gets to cum and I don’t.
We like to play games centred around it. And when these start, my whole day and night is focused on him (can last a whole week if he deprives me that long). I become obsessed with the thought of him taking me from behind, throat-fucking me or just unloading his cum all over my face. Even walking down the stairs is a heightened experience. I’ll be doing laundry, and think about how he could tie me up with whatever piece of clothing ends up in my hand. By the time he gets home, there’s not a damned thing he can ask for that I wouldn’t do in that state.
He picks when this will happen. Whether we’re in bed, and I’m on-top riding his dick, with tits bouncing and my hands in my hair, giving him the perfect view. Or with his hands on my tiny hips, pulling me back deep, about to climax as he pulls my hair. He’ll just lean over and say, “Oh by the way, you’re not allowed to cum tonight.” It’s always when I’m close, I’m so fucking close, I could cry when he says it.
I turn into the perfect fuck doll, his fleshlight. He taunts me further: Lie still, you’re here for my pleasure, that’s what you’re good for, right? Say it. I shouldn’t have to sleep on a wet bed, and it doesn’t matter if you cum, does it? Tell me what matters. Tell me what you’re designed for.
“Your pleasure, Daddy. A place for you to cum, anywhere you want, any time you want.” I thank him for letting me be of use to him.
He’ll enter me in a way where he can massage my throbbing clit. I freeze, bite my lip, dig my hands into the sheets and squeeze. He tells me how tight I am and how good it feels. Every thrust makes me feel like I’m going to explode. Sometimes there’s even tears in my eyes, and he’ll tell me what a good girl I’m being, serving my purpose. As always, he’ll suck on my breasts and my neck, and whisper in my ear not to move. I cry that I can’t go on any longer, that I’m going to cum. You don’t want to let Daddy down, do you? He’ll be ready to cum and stop, tell me that I haven’t had enough yet. That it feels too good when I hold back, how desperate I look, to stop now.
Sometimes I’ll beg him to cum and he’ll listen. But other times, he’ll have me deep throat his cock until his cum shoots down the back of my throat. But the best times? The best times are when he fucks all 3 of my holes and spills his load deep in my ass. Then I feel like I’ve been the best good girl, so used and abused.
And totally on edge.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kd7jfb/when_my_30f_husband_40m_doesnt_let_me_cum
Squirting is such a turn on
I don’t think I could hold back cumming if a woman is slutty. Another great story and another hard on.