The Bitch Top

He was tall and handsome and toned. He was like Adonis. Even his cock was the epitome of manliness. It was ten inches long and as thick as my wrist. When it was hard, it was like sculpted marble. I was going to enjoy tonight.

I was laying on my blue satin bedsheets, arms behind my head and legs spread out. My cock was hard and was straining against my boxer-briefs. My Adonis came in totally nude. Before he said a word, I told him, "You want this pussy? You know the rules."

He crawled into bed and slipped my boxer-briefs off. He then started giving me head. He was amazing at it. It was sloppy and sensual as if he was making out with my cock. He tried reaching down to jerk off, but I used my foot to stop him.

"That monster cock may be attached to you, but it's not yours. It's for my pleasure. It cums when I want it to. It fucks my pussy or my mouth and it pisses. That's all you get. Right, bitch?" I told him and he mumbled a "yes, sir."

I could feel his tongue playing around the head of my cock. It felt so good. He was obviously desperate for this pussy. He hadn't fucked me for two weeks. He hadn't even gotten to masturbate in that time either. Why? He had fucked me for his pleasure. He thought his cock was for his pleasure.

For his little crime, he gave me head for the past two weeks and swallowed my cum. Head was normally foreplay but, for the past two weeks, it was the only way we fucked. I had even forced his cock into a cage to prevent him from pleasuring himself. I could tell from his deep, pleasurable sucking that he was desperate to get inside my pussy.

My Adonis wasn't a normal top. A normal top, a normal man, knew his natural, innate, and biological role was to shoot his sperm into his mate's hole. A normal man's cock was supposed to be large and mighty, designed to breed and seed. A normal man's cock puts its orgasm before anything else's. Quite a selfish act, huh?

No, my Adonis was not a normal top nor a normal man. His natural, innate, and biological role was not to shoot his sperm into my pussy. It was to please me so that I could shoot my sperm. His large and mighty phallus was not designed to breed and seed. It was designed to service me. His cock put my orgasm before its own. It was my plaything, my toy for my use.

After letting him suck me for a few minutes, I let him have the pussy he craved. I felt those inches fill up my tight, warm mancunt. He was thrusting away, careful to keep a steady pace or else he'd be putting his pleasure before mine.

I could tell his cock was desperate to cum. I could feel it. I wasn't a monster. I don't expect it to please me for weeks and weeks and not cum. However, my cock always goes first. Once I cum, he has to stop fucking me and pull out. Then, he can ask for permission to cum and, if I let him, he has to jerk off and swallow his thick load. My pussy pleasures me. His cock is just the dildo I use. If he gets any pleasure, it's nothing but a byproduct.

Occasionally, I'll let him cum in me. It might be his birthday or a holiday or I'm just feeling generous. When those days happen, he's usually not cum in at least a month. His birthday is even more special. That day he gets to put his pleasure before mine. He's always animalistic that day, ready to fulfill his primal urges. Immediately after, he's my submissive little kitten.

I could feel myself getting close. He seemed to recognize this and slowed down. "You're allowed to speed up. Sir's pussy needed this," I told him and it was true. These past two weeks had been torturous. I missed this cock.

"Can I do it, Sir?" he asked. "It" was cum. Two weeks in a cage and before that another two not cumming must've made this poor man desperate.

"Yes. You have to eat me out afterwards, though." Those words were music to his ears and he sped up until I came then he came. He then started eating out the cum. It felt so good. I put my arms behind my head, looked up at the poster on the ceiling, and closed my eyes as I let the waves of pleasure ebb and flow.