This story follows "I Travel from Mexico to Las Vegas" and provides more details of my 35th birthday weekend with my soon to be bride Catherine.
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On Lake Mead, Nevada, USA
It was my birthday weekend and my fiancée had rented us a rather large luxurious houseboat for a night.
Catherine wanted alone time with me and she got it.
We were both nude in the master bedroom in the bed.
There wasn't anyone around for miles.
I was in a moment of tortured bliss.
Mentally and physically.
Torture is pain of course, and bliss is pleasure.
A contradiction.
Candidly, I have no idea as to how many men actually have this kind of experience.
It's when you're hard and ready to blow, and want to blow, even need to blow, but another part of your body is being deliciously teased by a female who knows exactly what she is doing by not allowing you blow your load.
Let me give you an example.
When I was in Mexico, little just turned eighteen year old Lourdes massaged me every morning as I lay nude face down in the hotel bed.
I loved the feeling of her soft pubic hair on my thighs and butt.
That soft downy tuft emphasized to me that she was nude.
It also emphasized that she was my servant; her job was all about pleasing me.
That she had pubic hair at all was a decision I made and she would have willingly accepted if I had shaved her bare or had her waxed.
It felt extra special when Lourdes straddled one of my thighs and her pussy, hair and all, pressed down on the back of my leg.
I could feel her wet, spread lips on my skin.
She liked the feeling so much she rubbed herself on me; humped my leg getting worked up.
I even felt her hard little bump, her erect clit as she moved her body up and down my legs.
And when Lourdes bent over to rub my neck and shoulders she made sure that her puffy hard nipples and large firm teenage breasts caressed my bare back.
While Lourdes was performing this task, I had many carnal thoughts about her, including one that involved having her body painted in milk chocolate and having me lick it off of her firm, young breasts, but better yet having Monica (The Maid) lick it off her pussy until Lourdes screamed in agonizing pleasure.
I also visualized her being held up by ropes in the sun overlooking a pool being whipped into an orgasmic frenzy.
(I got that idea from a story on Literotica about a mother and daughter being whipped in public in a village in Africa when the daughter got caught with grass).
I thought about having Lourdes being the center of attention of four older females who had their way with her, eating and finger fucking her to orgasm after screaming orgasm.
I wondered what it would be like to impregnate her, what our baby would look like. To fuck her without a care in the world.
I even thought about allowing young Lourdes fuck me in the ass with a dildo strapped to her body.
I thought she might rather enjoy that.
I wasn't sure if I would like it but I did enjoy her rimming me as part of my daily massage.
These kind of thoughts were delightful to have; it was a great way to fire up my brain and a natural progression of my middle aged horny mindset.
You can read about these massages in my story "I Travel from Mexico to Las Vegas."
When Lourdes massaged me, I am not ashamed to say that I always got an erection. Quickly.
To be fair, I might have already had an erection in anticipation of her arrival to our suite.
Keep in mind I was sleeping next to a nude Catherine and we had sex two or three times during each night.
That should give you some idea as to what I thought of Catherine.
I couldn't get enough of her.
When you are nude, and you are sleeping nude next to a woman, you're going to be hard, most of the time.
I'd wake up, hard, I'd snuggle up against a warm nude Catherine, she would wake up and we'd make love.
She never said no, or not now.
Catherine would let me take her any time I was in the mood.
Anyway, Lourdes' rubbing brought a lot of blood to my cock. Making my erection a big one, a hard one. Sometimes, I dripped pre-cum, that was how hot Lourdes got me.
Lourdes knew this, and she would continue to massage me, and would also start teasing me, making the experience a highly sensual one for me.
She was likely on some kind of quest to see how big she could make me, or how hard she could make me. (She had not had all that many experiences with adult cocks so she was looking at this time with me as a real adult education opportunity).
But Lourdes didn't actually touch my cock; she touched other areas of my body with her fingers, hands, mouth, tongue, teeth and lips to torture me. In the story you can read how she rimmed me each morning. I loved it.
One time Lourdes nibbled on my balls before she slid under me to suck my cock. The alternating feelings of her teeth, tongue, lips and fingers on my sack were pure torture for me but I was in bliss. It was a feeling I had never experienced before.
How a young woman with not all that much experience learned to pleasure me like that I have no idea. Whoever taught her I would have built a house for.
But both Lourdes and I knew the torture would end as Lourdes snaked, on her back, under my crotch as I was up on my knees, so she could bring my hard cock and tight balls to her waiting mouth to suck me to completion.
Lourdes goal each morning was to maximize my pleasure and delay my gratification but we both knew that the my torture would eventually end as I unloaded into her wet oral cavity, grunting, groaning and pumping all the while.
Lourdes, at the direction of Monica (The Maid) did this to me every day when I woke up in Mexico.
I give Catherine a ton of credit for not being jealous of what Lourdes was doing to me.
I don't know of any other woman, especially your fiancée or wife, who would like lying next to you naked in bed while another woman is blowing you.
Back to the torture.
If you read my story "I Partner with Linda, a Salon Owner" you can read about my experience at an Asian massage parlor where I was tortured for four visits despite being a good customer (and a heavy tipper) before I put a halt to the torture.
I stopped going there because there was no relief in sight. No end to the torture.
If you read to the end of the story, you'll see how I changed both the game and the rules and as a result, started receiving many happy endings.
As I was lying there in the houseboat, nude, on my back, enjoying the stillness of Lake Mead that afternoon, in a big bed in a beautiful houseboat, my mental state was one of extreme happiness and fulfillment, with my fiancé taking care of my now very hard cock and paying extra special attention of my now fully stimulated balls, my mental state was one I would call great.
It was great because I knew that Catherine would not leave me high and dry with an erection but would surely provide me with relief.
