My plans worked, but not as intended. She did control when I could release, but she waited much longer than I anticipated. She held off for a few days and then "that time" showed up. I was expecting things to pick back up in a week so that I didn't explode, but that was not in her plans. I think she realized that I wasn't going to make the first move so she played it intentionally slow and used it to build my anticipation to an astronomically high level. During this time she instructed to me to rub her down with lotion. She also wore increasingly short shorts. You may think this is a coincidence, but she wore them to one of my family members house and positioned herself on the couch in such a way that I could get a clear view of her ass cheeks hanging out, but nobody else could notice. She saw me sneaking some pictures and she gave me a naughty smile and lifted her leg over so slightly so that I could get a better view and then right as I was about to get the perfect picture she closed her legs and gave me an even more mischievous smile. She ended up denying me for 3 weeks and during that time she wore her most sexy panties and would practically molest me by grabbing my cock through my pants or dry hump me from behind. At night she would curl up next and have me caress her whole body gently as she would squeeze my cock and balls to drive me crazy and then leave me with the worst case of blue balls as she drifted off to sleep. As she was squeezing me and driving me crazy I couldn't help but fantasize about another man with a nice thick cock sliding into her from behind. I just keep dreaming of how much she would enjoy him sensually sliding in and out as she moaned while she squeezed my cock and balls. If she only knew what she was missing and how badly I want to give it to her!
Here's where things get a little interesting, for me they got a lot interesting. If you've read my previous posts then you know I love to caption her sexy photos and in some of them I made a caption where she was feeding me my own mess as a punishment for finishing early. I can't prove that she saw it, but what unfolded makes me feels as though she had.
Last weekend I cracked open a decent bottle of whiskey and drank way more than I intended. I ended up being ready for bed and to my surprise she practically chased me to the bedroom and proceeded to climb on top of me and ride me as fast and as hard as she could. I was getting close to finishing within a few minutes and she could tell, so she looked dead in my eyes and said "Don't you finish. This isn't for you. It's for ME!" That alone made me start to cum, but I had a good case of whiskey dick and only had a partial. I felt the first shot fire off, but then nothing so I froze. I can't prove if she felt it or not and I haven't had the courage to ask, but what happened next was nothing short of a dream come true. She looked at me and said "scoot down...farther....farther...keep going. Then she climbed up my body and sat on my face in a way that forced me to bury my tongue deep inside her freshly fucked and partially creamed pussy. I have no other way to put it. I tongue fucked her like my life was on the line. We were both in ecstasy and then she slid back down and hopped on my cock and proceeded to ride me again, only this time I had a good reset. She started riding me as hard as she could and started making noises I've never heard her make. After about 5 min I blew my full load in her, but the whiskey didn't care and my cock stayed rock hard she she just kept going. She came 3 times and before she'd had her fill and then she simply rolled over and went to sleep. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to slip my head between her legs and finish what I had started earlier as she drifted off to sleep, but I didn't want to press my luck.
The next morning we started our day as normal, but at one point, as I walked by, she grabbed my cock and pulled me to the bed and just held me firmly and said, "tell me what happened last night." I sheepishly recounted the previous night with her continuous prompts of "and then what..." She made sure to focus on when she sat on my face. Maybe she knew I came. Maybe she didn't, but she made sure I relived the moment all the same. At the end I had a moment of pride when I made a comment about how long I lasted. She said, "you had too much to drink, I knew you did and that's why I did it because I knew you would actually last longer". That seemed to linger in the air. She had planned it. She had executed her plan for personal satisfaction to a "T". It was exactly what I had dreamed of. It was the FLR I was hoping for and I can honestly say that I can not wait for the chance for her to use me again.
