I wriggle my hips and stretch over to grasp the dildo. I chose it because it is the same length and thickness as your own cock. The same thick head and the same ridge that juts and tugs at my pussy every time you pull out of me Honestly, I hope you notice that detail. It is a part of you being punished. I snap the fastenings and pull away the lacy bodystocking crotch. My fingers explore where you cannot touch. Then, I hold myself open for you to see. My pussy is the color of strawberries. You moan, and your cock leaps again. I hold the dildo against me and begin to push. “No, let me,” you say.
I don’t answer you. My eyes long to close with pleasure, but I have to watch you. Your face is flushed, and your breathing is heavy. I will not let you come! I draw the pretend cock all the way out and pause to let you see it glistening with moisture. Your desire, your need fires me. I punch the cock in and out again and again. The pleasure rises in me. The clit tickler barely starts before I climax. Already your cock pulses and leaps and a bead of precum is pushing out your head. You will come soon. I have to stop. You must not come yet. I have not finished with you yet. I pull out the dildo, wipe it across your belly, and swing my legs to the floor.
“Let me lick you. Haven’t I been punished enough,” you say?
But I head straight out the bedroom door and don’t look back. From the bathroom cabinet, I take a glass bottle full of golden massage oil. Taking off the red body stocking, but keeping the red shoes. After 10 minutes I bring you a cool drink. You try to kiss me and lick my breast as I lean over to give you the drink, but I won’t allow that yet. Your cock is still half-hard. I put one foot on your bed. Slowly, I lean over and grab the red silk handkerchief. Do you want to see me stop dripping? I will oblige. I am up on the bed now, crouching over you, rubbing the red handkerchief between my legs. Of course, I stuff your mouth with the wet red silk. Your cock is rock hard, begging, angry, furiously wanting to enter me.
So, I squat over you, just out of reach, then move forward stopping short, my pussy just out of reach of your hungry mouth. Then, I seize the bottle of massage oil and retreat to the foot of the bed. Slowly,I tip a little massage oil on the palm of my hand and begin to rub my breasts, working the oil into the nipples. Spreading the oil over my belly and down to my clit. Your cock jumps wildly as you watch the smooth oily path of my hand across my shin. I reach for the clit tickler and slide the curved tip up and down between my pussy lips. The pressure of another orgasm builds in me. I swing forward until I am crouched over your face, seeking the mad urgency of your tongue. Your lips pull and suck at me.
