No, no, no…
“Yes, and I’ll be punishing you for speaking out of turn. Even if I don’t have any plans to spank you tonight, I always remember to dole out my punishments at some point.”
Shit, I didn’t even realize I said that out loud.Closing my eyes, I pray that will somehow help me focus onanythingexcept how good her hand feels on me. Hockey stats, saggy old man balls…“Fuck, gonna come!”
My eyes pop open as Mila squeezes just beneath my head, pushing me back from the edge. “You were close. Watch yourself. If you come before I tell you to, and you ruin my playtime tonight, that’ll make you a very bad boy. And you can’t begin to imagine what I do to bad boys.”
Of course I was fucking close. Just as I got into a rhythm of imagining the old guys at the gym while thinking about stats from my first year of junior hockey, Mila fucking deep-throated me out of nowhere.
“I want your eyes on me. If I didn’t want you to see what I’m doing, I’d blindfold you. But I got all dressed up for you, and you’re going to watch.”
Fuck me,watching is so much worse. She’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, black braid sleek as always, long down her back and making her look like the warrior princess she is. Her eyeliner is thicker today, long lashes framing her bright-blue eyes that haven’t left mine as she continues to tease me with her mouth.
“Do you wish this was my pussy?”
Yes? No? I don’t know…“Gonna come!”
We continue for so long that she’s allowed me to close my eyes, and my head has long since fallen back on the bed. I don’t think I could lift my neck, even if she ordered me to. My stamina has waned, and it feels like it only takes five strokes of her hand or her mouth now to force me to croak out my warning. I haven’t stopped shaking for the last three rounds, and my thoughts are few and far between. She shows no signs of stopping, though, and I know whenever she allows my release, it’ll be cataclysmic.
“Gonna come!”
“Good boy,” she soothes, scratching my scalp and leaving my dick alone for a moment. “You’re shaking, solnyshko. Does anything cramp or hurt? What color are you?”
I shake my head. “Green, Ma’am.”
When she touches me again, it’s not her hand or her mouth, it’s something else. Something soft and…“Gonna come!”
“I’m disappointed in you, Thatcher. Have you never felt a masturbator before?”
Forcing my head up, I can barely see what she’s holding through the sweat dripping into my eyes, stinging and adding to the cacophony of sensations I’m struggling to endure. I barely shake my head, unable to answer, but she demands I vocalize.
“What’s your color?”
Whatismy color? I feel fine, physically. Covered in sweat, sure. Muscles sore from tensing them, although I’ve mostly lost that ability during the last few rounds, with the uncontrollable shaking taking over. Mentally, I’m not sure how much more I can take, but I want to be good for her. I can do this.
“Green, Ma’am.”
“Very well. If you’ve never experienced one of these, I suppose it can be overwhelming.”
She slowly teases me with the toy again, just the tip of my dick in and out of something tight and wet. I squint to see what she’s holding, and all I can make out is a tube with a hole in it…
“I had this custom made, and you’re the first one to ever experience it.”
Fuck,her pace is maddening, barely teasing me, then going all the way to the hilt with no rhyme or reason to her rhythm. When she follows a pattern, I can at least brace myself.
“Thisgoes by many names. Masturbator, pocket pussy, stroker…it’s modeled after me.Thatwas quite the experience, if you can imagine.”
With every scrap of energy left in my body, I try to see what she’s talking about. I’ve definitely never used anything like this, and it’s modeled onher…oh.Oh.The tube is flesh colored, and the opening looks like…
“Gonna come!” My whine is anguished and pathetic to my own ears, and I tense every muscle to stay away from my climax. That’s the closest I’ve been, and I almost couldn’t hold back once I decided what my dick was inside.
“Good boy,”Mila coos, rubbing my shaking thighs and soothing me. “You figured it out quickly, such a smart boy. It’s a custom mold of my vagina, made just for me to torture my favorite toys with. Do you like it?”
“Yes,ungh.Yes, Ma’am.” I barely had a minute’s reprieve before she started on me again with fast, deep, relentless strokes.
“Do you think it feels as good as the real thing? I’m assuming it’s not as hot and wet as I am—”
“Gonna come!”
