This is a story about the time I got fucked by a sports team. Not literally, but there were enough people there to have formed one. Both sides in fact.
I’d taken the day off for my birthday so got to sleep in, lazing in bed well past my usual alarm time. I woke up the little spoon, his strong arms wrapped around me, one hand absently cupping my boob, his breath hot on my neck. Feeling frisky, I reached behind and took hold of his morning wood, playing with him gently, seeing if I could get him off without his waking up. I didn’t manage it and his hand moved to my clit and started teasing, before long he moved, burying his face between my legs, expertly teasing me closer and closer before stopping cold with that shit eating grin he gets and telling me “Not yet, you don’t get to come until tonight, at the party.”
My opinion of that was evidently clearly written on my face because he grabbed the ring on my collar, pulling my face close, looking me in the eyes. With his other hand he grabbed my pussy possessively “Who owns this?” he growled.
“You do, Sir.” I replied, eyes lowered, pussy throbbing.
“That’s right, slut. *I* do, and while I do, *I* decide when it gets fucked, and when it gets to come. Understood?”
“Yes Sir.” I replied, easily as aroused as I was nervous about what the day ahead held.
“Good. Now, I’m going to make you breakfast. I want you to edge yourself, twice, while I’m gone. Do. Not. Come.”
“Yes Sir.” I replied meekly eyes down, dreading the rest of the day till the party tonight but knowing that the payoff would be worth it.