We have been strained lately but not in a bad way. Sometimes, life rears its head in the face of your kinky sexy world and just prevents that which you were used to. Her world with her family was upside down and inside out. And while I was there to support her, I made our bed, made the house cozy, made sure coffee was available to all in the morning, it was still not our finest… no wait… it was not our most sexual hour. But it could be our finest. Because sexuality is not all we are about. We are a couple. We are a partnership. And we are a female led relationship. And I was happy to hold her in bed and wake up together the next morning.
And the next morning she woke before me, as usual. She showered, dried her hair, came to the bedroom, went out again. When she came back again my alarm had gone off once, I hit snooze, I was lazy. She came back again. By this time, I had started my own little wake up method – stroking my cock. I usually woke this way. Stroking my cock to hardness, snoozing, waking, stroking, repeat.
She came in during one of the snoozes and sat on the side of the bed. She pulled back the covers.
“Touch it again.”
I touched it. I stroked it.
“You’ve been neglected.”
“You miss my pussy?”
“Pump your cock for me. I know I haven’t been as attentive as I normally have, but I see that. I recognize it. Pump that cock for me.”
“So hard. Look at those balls. So full”
I pumped my cock harder.
“You’ve been such a good boy. A good good boy.”
I stroked. She smiles. Her hand touched my leg.
“I want to watch you cum. Cum for me, pup.”
“May I?” I asked desperately.
“Yes, cum for me. Do it for me.”
I pumped and stroked hard, influenced by her permission. Getting myself closer I looked up at her with desperation. She nodded at me. “Cum” she whispered loudly.
I closed my eyes, threw my head back, arched my hips and got ready to blow my load. I groaned and grunted and pumped harder, my cum spurted from my cock…
Her hand grabbed mine and pulled it away from my cock, my cock pulsed, it spilled, it spurted, but my hand didn’t stroke it, it just spilled its cum. This was the first time she did this and I realized it, she ruined this orgasm.
“HANDS DOWN!” I put them under my ass.
I thrust my hips up in frustration, but I put my hands under my ass as she told me to. The cum just dribbled from my cock now, spilling out on my stomach. I groaned in frustration. She smiled down at me.
“Pump your hips… do it. Do it… oh that cum is beautiful.”
I whimpered as my cock relaxed, let itself soften, the tip of my cock now dipping into the pool of cum on my belly.
“Good. Good boy. Well done.”
She stood up and looked down at me from the side of the bed. “Clean it all up, with your hand, just clean it all.”
She left the room as I cleaned it up from my hand, then came back soon and wiped my down with a warm washcloth.
“So that was a ruined orgasm, huh?”
“I think so, Ma’am”.
“That was pretty fucking hot.” she smiled. “You’re still horny?”
“A little. I could do it again.”
She laughed. “I thought they were supposed to leave you all the way horny!”
“That first spurt was pretty good. Not quite ruined.”
“I’ll make note of that boy.”
“I’m sure you will Ma’am.”
“Get up boy, time to start your day.”
(This was fiction based on possible real things)