After waking from my much needed nap, I stood. Much to my surprise, a felt a gush from my cunt as copious amounts of semen poured out of me.
"That horny bastard!" I thought. "He took advantage of me while I was sleeping!"
I've only known you for a short time. So you don't know how I can be a prima donna. I suspect you won't believe me considering how easy it was for you to have your way with me. Even so, I expect certain considerations. Your impertinence and lax manner, even though only exhibited on a few occasions, has alerted me to the fact that you needed a little special training. I called the following event "attitude adjustment."
I quickly find you in the bedroom. You are now the one sleeping peacefully with a big smile on your face.
I act quickly and find some old clothesline in the kitchen. I run back to the bedroom and start to tie you. You instantly wake as I stretch out your arms and legs. Of course, this excited you--you are so darn horny all the time.
You are tied face up with your clothes on, wrists pulled together over your head and tied to the headboard. Your ankles I spread wide and strung to the bed's legs with longer cords.
During all of this, you tried to engage me in conversation but I was silent and determined. You were fully clothed.
Once I am sure that you can't get loose and that you don't have a hardon, I slapped your face hard and told you to keep quiet.
I undid your belt, unzipped you, and pull your waistband below your groin. That's the only exposure you will have for awhile. I told you that if you develop a hard-on, your jockeys will remain in place as a reminder for you to control yourself.
I hiss, "In case I forgot to warn you, I really don't want to hear a word from you until I give you permission to speak."
Of course, I stripped down to my bra and panties, taking all the time I desired. You watched my slow striptease, licking your lips. I gave you a swift sweet kiss before I started the torment.
Some men like to talk to me about my panties. I wanted to measure your reaction as I straddle your neck and dangled the lacy crotch of them over your face. You got a close up view. I suspended myself over your face and started myself getting wet by sliding my hand into my panties, pleasuring myself, oblivious to you until some wetness starts. You watched my fingers moving around and began to struggle.
Once there was some nice dampness, I removed my panties and got down to really getting myself off. I’ve allowed you to fuck my mouth but what I’ve never told you is that I wanted to be fucked by your face!
I noticed your beard has grown for a day or two and that excited me. I tested your readiness by wiping my newly wet cunt lips across your lips--wetting your whistle for what is to come. You licked them and smacked them together.
About this time I got serious about frigging myself off. That is, as long as you don't get too eager and try to tongue me or grope me with your lips. You had to wait for my word or else you would not get that attention you desperately crave.
