Rise and Shine (fiction)

The first thing she knew after opening eyes that morning was that she wouldn't be able to fall into sleep again. She turned her head and looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand. Nine. Way too early to get up yet. Morning sun shone through the shades, in a way that made it clear it would be another hot day. Then she glanced to her right. 

Next to her on the kind size double bed lay a figure of a man. He was on his back, chest rising and lowering peacefully, his other hand above his head. It had been hot for weeks, and at the moment they both slept naked, covered only in sheets, not bed covers. The white sheet covered his body only partly though, and in the midway of his torso she could see a familiar bulge. 

Seeing it made her smile, and she considered doing something about it, even though she was not sure what. Finally she decided against it though. The poor thing hadn't gotten much sleep last night. They had been up until it had been nearly morning, with his face buried in her crotch, licking her an orgasm after orgasm.

Partly it was because they had both known neither of them would have anywhere to go the next day. But then again, that was the way they spend most of their Friday nights nowadays. Well, all nights they spent together would be closer to truth. He hadn't orgasmed, of course.

She kept her gaze at him, especially in the bulge in the sheet. She slid her hand down between her legs and started gently rubbing herself.

It would be better to let him sleep. He wasn't young anymore, unlike her, and his body couldn't handle the lack of sleep like the way a young person could. He needed his sleep. Especially if he was about to perform all the things she had in mind for him today. 


It was amazing they had ended up together, with him closing fifty, and her not being even thirty, nowhere near it. And naturally, her being so much out of his league in so many other ways, as well. But she was incredibly glad they did. 

She did have her doubts at first, after hearing the real age of the sweet looking man she had taken interest in. She had mistaken him to be around thirty, just like most people did. Either he had good genes, or he had merely lived a less demanding life. As far as she knew, he hardly used alcohol, had never used drugs or even tried tobacco. Most likely it was a combination of both. 

He had this boyish innocent charm that made one want to either take him under your arm to cuddle with, or ravage him in unspeakable ways. How easily it all went was a bit of a surprise for her, though. Saying it was an easy picking would have been an understatement of the century. He practically dropped into her hand before she even had time to reach it out. 

It seems he had already lost hope, and had accepted the fact he would die alone. He had had three relationships, none of which had been very happy, and had always ended with women leaving him. And even though he had the looks to swoon most girls, he had zero self confidence and felt it would have been rude of him to approach women. 

In fact, according to him, it would have been not only rude but also presumptuous, since it would have inclined he thought he had something to offer for them. When he had first said that to her she though he was joking, but he was not. He was absolutely serious. 

She left out a sigh, and slid her other hand to her breast. It didn't take long for her to get the nipple she was working on to get interested, and she gave it a small tweak. Then she tugged it a bit harder, digging her fingernail deeper, and breathed in hard. 


Apparently it went back to his childhood. He had been bullied in school and the mere idea of trying to get a girlfriend when he had been a teen would have been absurd to him. He had once compared it to a caveman looking at a full moon, and imagining what it would be like to reach out and touch it. Girls had been like that to him, pretty to look at, but totally inaccessible. 

Therefore, at the time he had finally gotten his first girlfriend, he had been way over thirty. He had been a settling down project to a woman around his age who had lived a full life, so to speak, who had dated one asshole after another and was now looking for a nice, decent guy to settle down with, a plan that backfired momentously. They simply were too different sexually, it seemed. 

In any case that experience had only made him even more sure he had nothing to offer to women, and he would do everybody a favor by staying away from sex. He had thought, after his first disaster of a relationship, that if that was sex, he wasn't missing out on anything. 

It had taken years for the next woman to pick him up. Again the he went into the relationship straight ahead, and got hurt even more. A few years after that it happened again. It seems he got hurt more badly in each new relationship. 

Sometimes she wondered what made him to react the way he had, when she had approached him. What had made him to jump eagerly into another relationship, even though he knew it merely meant a chance to be potentially hurt again? However, it seems that despite the history, he had a deep unfulfilled need to be loved, that had merely gotten worse over the years, 

Nothing could have been farther from the truth, though, when it came to not having anything to offer. Just like his first girlfriend, she too had had a busy sex life, dating back to the time she was twelve. She'd had her pussy eaten more women and men she could remember, and had always thought women just were better at it. 

Therefore she was more than astonished when she realized this sweet, innocent looking cutie was the best pussy licker she had ever met. They had sometimes talked about it and come to the conclusion it was because to him it wasn't a stepping stone, something that needed to be done quickly before getting to better things. To him it wasn't the appetizer, but the whole meal. 


The idea of his tongue twirling around and inside her pussy made her to rub herself faster and faster, and she practically had to force herself to stop. She breathed a few times in and out, and then moved the fingers to her another nipple. She kept rotating it gently while looking at his sleeping form.

Another thing that had surprised her were his sexual fantasies. Which, after all, made 99% of his so called sex life. To call him a perv, or even a sub, would have been another huge understatement. It seems during his single years his libido and sexuality had mutated into something she had rarely seen. 

It had all to do with his inferiority, but instead of taking it as a defect he had learned to draw strength from it. Being treated like shit turned him on. The more cruel she was to him, the more harsher words she used, the more turned on he got. She had always thought she had a kinky side, but it was nothing compared to him. 

This naturally meant he had no objection of her having sex with other people. He had made that very clear from the very beginning. He said he didn't want there to be anything that made her feel restricted or suffocated. To him she was his last hope, and he wanted merely to make her happy. 

So it was really an ideal relationship for her. She had all the liberties of a young single woman, and even though she had no responsibilities of being in a relationship she had all the benefits of one. She knew she had a love of a sweet man, someone to share her life and her joys and sorrows with, a man who worshiped the ground she walked on. 

She had in fact many times spent several nights in a row away from home, enjoying her sweet liberty to do whatever fuck she wanted, and to fuck whoever she wanted, without sending him as much as a text message. 

Somehow being neglected like that merely seemed to make him love her more, though, and he was so eager to please her with his tongue after she finally got home. As if being allowed to pleasure her orally was some kind of privilege, and her being away had made him even more thankful to be allowed to do it. 

But she knew it was in reality the other way around. She was the privileged one. He was everything a girl could hope for, and it was hard for her to understand how he couldn't see it. It felt incredibly good to fuck around the way she did, with knowing there would still be a loving companion to come home to. 


Suddenly she heard a light moan and she saw him moving his position on the bed a bit. As a result the sheet was now down, revealing a quite respectable sized cock in full mast. The purple head bobbed up and down slowly. Looking at it, the cock of the man of her life, it was hard to believe he was in fact impotent.

It wasn't his fault of course. He had had type one Diabetes since he had been five. It had caused him to lose his ability got get erect before he hit thirty, and had since then wreaked havoc elsewhere in his circulatory system as well. He had told her he hadn't even noticed it at first, because the lack of erection in no way meant a man couldn't cum, and it didn't interfere with masturbating either. 

It didn't became a problem before he was expected to have sex with his first girlfriend. She had taken his inability to get erect very personally, it seemed, even if they had tried to work around the problem. What had made it all worse though, was the fact she had apparently had hated cunnilingus and talking in bed. For her sex had been about a hard cock, no funny business thank you.

It was a bit curious impotence, granted. Almost every morning, like a clockwork he stayed hard for ages, but as soon as he woke up, the erection went away almost immediately. 

When it came to actual sexual situations however, it had never gotten hard when it had been supposed to. If she had started sucking it off now, like they did in porn movies, it wouldn't have taken even a minute for the erection to melt away in her mouth. They had tried it several times, with the same result every time. 

He had told her Viagra didn't help, and the only way he could have an intercourse in the traditional manner would be using a drug you inject into the penis. However, apparently the erection it created was too painful for the whole experience to be the least bit enjoyable. They had tried did it once, but the idea of someone having inject his penis is order to get hard for her wasn't very arousing for her either.

All this was also one of the reasons he thought she should be fucking other men, as well as women. For him this was the only logical conclusion. It was only fair she would be able to enjoy all the things he couldn't provide for her. And being fucked by real men was one. Which she had been, in abundance. Talk about Lady Chatterley's lover.

Also, part of the problem was not just the fact he didn't get hard when he was supposed to. He had never had something one could call a normal male sex life, which apparently had affected his thinking. In fact he said that whenever he had been expected to perform an intercourse he had felt it wasn't something he should be doing. He had no need to penetrate anyone, in the way men seem to have. 

If she made him to fuck her, in way or another, he would do it, but the sad state of affairs was he didn't want to do it. Once he had told her he sometimes had to use an analogy when he had explained this to people on-line. Didn't he miss sex? Well, did they miss being on Mars? How could he miss something he had never actually had? 

That's why she loved it whenever they had a chance for both to sleep naked. Usually they spooned, and waking up with the feeling of his hard cock pressed to her ass was the best thing she knew, and always managed to put a smile on her face. Sometimes she even noticed him doing little thrusting movements in mid-sleep, almost as if some little shred of his normal male sexuality still remained. Quite often that led to other things as well.


His cock showed no signs of going down. It's red shaft and purple head moved up and down, living a life on its own. It was hard not to imagine what it would feel inside her. Almost even realizing it herself she slid her fingertips moved again along her chest, between her breasts and down her belly, and finally started to move her two fingers in round motions on her pussy.

Perhaps impotence wasn't the root of all his inferiority, because it was clear he had no self esteem in sexual sense even when he was a teen. But his impotence couldn't have helped matters either. That was one of the biggest reasons he said that had kept him at bay when it came to women. 

What had made it all worse was a fact he was also incredibly old fashioned when it came to how he thought a relationships ideally started or should start. He wanted a relationship to develop slowly, two people getting to know each other and gradually understanding they spent way too much time thinking each other.

She had teased him about it and called him a hopeless romantic, and even though he had objected he knew it was true. The idea of just finding a random pussy to lick was beyond him. He wanted sex, or being allowed to pleasure a pussy, to actually mean something. To him meaningless and random sex was just that. Meaningless and random.

And the idea of finding a nice girl, getting to know her, developing feelings towards her and slowly realizing she had ones for him as well, and then, at some point having to say to her: "Oh, by the way. I cannot get it up, I hope it's not a problem for you?" was simply a too terrifying for him.

In fact it seemed the he much more preferred the social role of a woman. To him it felt much more comfortable to be the one to be approached. To be the prey, not the predator. But in order for a guy to get anywhere with ladies that didn't work. And since the he felt he wouldn't have anything to offer for the women anyway, it was no wonder he had stayed single. 

For her all this was great news, of course. It felt awful for her to admit it, but she really did like him the way he was. 

In many ways he really was ideal husband or boyfriend material. Loving, caring, affectionate, funny, intelligent, liberal and open minded. In fact he seemed to lack most of the qualities men traditionally had, and many times she felt she was in a relationship with a woman, not with a man. Also when it came to his personality, his look on life, and opinions on many things he had a mind of someone half his age.

But most of all she loved him for being this spineless. He knew she was his last chance, which meant he would do anything she asked. She could have fun with him as long as she liked, and if she some day grew tired of him, she could just throw him away. Having that kind of power and hold on someone was incredibly intoxicating.

And he had made it all so easy. He had been very open with her about everything from the very beginning, and given her all she needed to have the upper hand in the relationship. To him it was only the natural thing to do. He wanted her to have all the information she needed to better control him.


Gradually the movements of her fingers had again become faster and so had her breathing. She knew she should stop. It felt so good, but on the other hand she knew she was only making things worse for herself.

Naturally the poor thing hadn't helped his position by being equally open when it came to his fetish about his own orgasms. The male chastity was, of course, familiar thing to her, but it seemed he had gotten carried away with it too. Before she had met him he had been in various lengths of cum bans for years, all on his own.

Over time he had developed a philosophy that "losers like him", as he put it, didn't simply deserve orgasms, only real men and women did. The only kind of orgasm he felt comfortable having was the kind he had gotten a permission to from a woman. If he had one all on his own it didn't have any meaning, just like random sex. Being single meant there was no one to give him that permission. 

Therefore almost the first thing he did in their relationship, was to give her total control to his orgasms. She had gotten the impression it was something he had been simply dying to do. He had been so overjoyed when she had accepted it too. The enthusiasm he ate her afterwards was something very endearing.

In a way she even felt a bit guilty. Even though it was evident it had been a dream come true for him, to her it was merely another way to control him. Who knows, she even might have come up with something like this over time herself, but she could have never believed he would offer it to her on a sliver plate almost as the first thing. 

Making him to wear a chastity cage wouldn't have made any kind of sense, though. The idea of him running off to have sex with another woman was absurd, plus she knew he didn't even want to cum, not without an permission from her. 

Even though he didn't want to cum, he did love pulling his limp penis. It seems during his single years edging had become the main source of joy for him. However, even more than pulling his penis he loved to do it under observation. Therefore they had decided his penis would be off limits to him if she wasn't present. 

This made her little adventures even more arousing, as well. She knew while she was fucking around the poor thing couldn't even touch himself. 

Unfortunate thing in all this was the fact she did, in fact, like to watch him cum. Knowing it was something would now happen only if she permitted, was extremely arousing. The same applied looking at him edging, of course. She knew she could easily make him stop, with one word, or deny him the permission when he asked for it. 

Many times she did so too. Sometimes because she wanted him to understand being allowed to edge to her was a privilege, not just something he could do merely because she was at home. But usually it was because she just felt like it. Ultimately whether he got any sexual pleasure at all was up to her mood, really.

But yes, she really quite enjoyed the hold she had on his genitals. Many times she amused herself, as well as him, by fantasizing out loud what kind of plans she supposedly had when it came to his orgasm while he was was edging or pleasuring her with his tongue. 

Something that was extremely arousing for her, and even more arousing for him, was her playing with the idea of never going to let him cum anymore. Naturally she knew she would never do it, not really. But the mere knowledge of her being able to do it, was extremely erotic. The fact every orgasm he had could be his last, if she wanted.

What made mentally screwing with the poor thing's brain difficult was of course the fact the longer she kept him cumless the more he liked it. She never informed him when he would be allowed to cum. Every time she made him cum it came as a complete surprise to him, quite often to her as well. 

He was always glad to please her, but at the same time she had a feeling he actually wouldn't have wanted to cum, not just yet. He would have wanted his denial to continue a bit longer. He liked being denied even though, or rather because orgasms felt good. 

But above all he knew that not being allowed to cum made him horny, which was something that made her more submissive and more eager to serve her, which in turn was something he wanted to be better at. Therefore keeping the balance, and deciding when the he should be made to cum was challenging to say the least. 

She admitted that over time the periods between orgasms had become longer. Usually though there wasn't any actual planning involved and it just happened. She had a busy life, and keeping track of something as trivial and unimportant as his orgasms just wasn't on the top of her mind. Also, he kept her so satisfied with his tongue there was no need to pay attention to it.

One thing that made denying his orgasms even more hot was something that had occurred to her only some time ago. They both were aware he had less years before him than he had behind. That also meant that by each passing day there was less and less chances for him to have orgasms. She on the other hand could have as many orgasms during the rest of her life as she wanted. 

They had talked about this, and it seemed they both find the idea arousing. She had many times returned to it during their mutual masturbation sessions, with him pulling his limp thing in front of her, and her pleasuring herself in return. The only difference being she would ultimately cum, whereas he would not. 

She loved seeing his expression melting into this strange combination of pain and pleasure while she explained how wonderful and liberating it felt knowing she could masturbate and cum whenever and where ever she wanted, whereas he kept wasting day after day after day by not cumming. Just because she said so. 


Fuck, she thought and stopped, staring at the ceiling for a minute. She had left his mind to wander for too long. Even if she hadn't teased herself thoughts like these were making her too horny. Way, way too horny.

He glanced at him again. He was laying now on his back, sheet covering only his body below the knees. The hard cock kept moving up and down, almost as taunting her, inviting her to play with it. God it was beautiful.

Even though she was regularly fucked, most of the men being big or bigger than he was, it just wasn't the same. No matter how much she sometimes wanted to deny it, the fact was she loved this silly little pervert too much.

How long has it been since his last orgasm? Six weeks? Or seven? Something like that. Or was it over two months already? It was so hard to keep count.


Quietly she reached over and got the tube of clear lube left there last night. She opened it, squeezed a good amount of it to her palm and then brought it down to her crotch. She was already wet, but it didn't hurt to make sure.

She put the tube back, wiped her hand to the bed sheets and then, doing her best to be as quiet as possible, got up and straddled him. Trying not to let their bodies to touch in any other way she reach under, took hold of the hard cock, bending it down, and then guided her pussy lips to it.

Silently she slid down on it, and heard him to let out a low, almost inaudible moan mixed with pleasure. She hoped his subconscious wanted him to stay asleep hard enough and masked all this as part of his dream. Whatever he had been dreaming of, had just taken a wild turn.

She started moving herself up and down. God it felt good. First she moved slowly, then faster, but not too fast for him to wake up. Oh please, she thought, please let this work. 

She kept riding him, gradually doing it faster and faster. The longer she did it, however, the more signs of waking up she noticed. Slowly but surely his brain was losing the battle to keep him asleep. Finally she saw him turning his head and narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Shhh, don't move", she said, almost whispering. "Don't say a thing. Go back to sleep."

For a while he did. She kept riding his wonderful cock and watched his peaceful form under her, breathing in and out steadily. Then less steadily as the time went by, as his heartbeat most likely rose. Already she started to feel his cock inside her less. A little more, please, she though.

"But I don't..." she heard the words dropping from his lips. She suspected he was still partly asleep and the words came straight out from the depths of her mind. 

She felt the cock inside her getting more and more soft. Fuck, she thought and leaned forward, trying not to let the only half erect cock sliding out of her.

"It's not about what you deserve!" she hissed at him. "It's what I fucking deserve! And now I want you to cum! Inside me! Do you fucking hear me?"

She saw him turning his head left and right, apparently still unsure whether this was dream or not.

"You know why want that?" she said then. It was this or nothing. "It's not because I care for you. It's because you look fucking stupid when you cum. So fucking stupid!"

That did it. She saw his eyes opening, and his mouth gaping. He was suddenly gasping for air, and breathing fast in and out. His eyes stared right at her as he started twitching, and she felt something oozing inside her.

"Mmmmmm, good boy!", she said, unable to hide her excitement and joy. "Cummed inside me all on your own for the very first time. Almost like a man."

He was still breathing hard, now through his nose though, since he was pursing his lips tight. A thin layer of perspiration glistened on his forehead.

Still not wanting to let the moment go, she started to move her crotch back and forth, feeling the little snake-like limp thing being squashed in the juices between them. 

"It's unfortunate I didn't have my camera at hand just now", she said and smiled at him. "Because you do look so stupid when you cum."

He looked at her, eyes a bit glazed, which always told her she had managed to touch his mind the right way. That she had managed to turn his libido to its highest setting, where all rational thinking stopped.

"Perhaps some of these times I will. I mean, make you cum just to record your facial expressions. Telling you I don't want you to hold back the slightest. Because I want you to look as stupid as possible for me."

She started to move her pelvis faster and with more force, not sure whether she was actually causing him more discomfort than pleasure. 

"It would be so much fun", she continued. "Being able to record that fucking stupid orgasm face of yours. For me to watch whenever I want to have a good laugh. Perhaps I will do it with all your orgasms from now on."

She was pretty sure they were at the moment making a huge wet spot on the sheets, and that they would have to go to laundry after this. Fortunately it wouldn't be her doing it, of course.

"I would have them on my phone where ever I go, so I could show them to all my friends", she said and looked at him straight into eyes. "You know I would. And to the people I fuck around with, of course. So they would see what kind of loser I have at home. What kind of stupid loser lets the whole world to fuck..."

"Oh, god..." he groaned, and as hard as it was for her to believe it, it almost looked he was having a second, miniature orgasm under her.

She leaned down and dug her fingers into his hair. A moment later they were kissing deeply, breathing in and out fast, their naked bodies pressed to each other.

Finally she broke the kiss and slid to his side, so her other leg was still on him. She looked down and saw his member, being shrunk into something so small it was hard to believe it. It was red and glistened in their juices, looking like it had gotten enough for today.

Then she looked up at him, moving her fingers up and down on his chest.

"I wasn't kidding just now, you know", she said in a serious tone.

"About what?" he answered. He still looked a bit dazed. This wasn't the most delicate way to be woken up.

"Showing everybody how you look when you cum. I really could do that."

He had an equally serious look on his face as he answered. "I know."

She looked down, where her finger was moving and smiled.

"Maybe I will start taking pictures and videos of you when you edge from now on? For the same reason. Would you like it?"

"Mmmm-hmmm", he heard his voice.

"I'd have much more possibilities for it too, considering how much you love to pull that laughable, useless, limp excuse of a penis of yours."

"Mmmm, yes, you would."

"We could do it today", she continued. "We'd have plenty of time. We'd just have to see in which room there's the best light. And how to make you do it, so it would be as humiliating as possible for you."

"Oh yes, please."

Slowly she moved her finger lower, towards his naval.

"But they wouldn't be of just your stupid face alone of course."

"Of course not."

She breathed in and out deep, sounding in her own ears like an CEO of a big company, planning their strategy.

"They'd be of your whole body", she said in an exaggeratedly calm manner. "Including that tiny, nonexistent, laughable excuse of dick of yours. I'd want everyone I show the clips to see it. How pathetic it is."

"Of course", he heard his voice again. Were her eyes deceiving but did his voice tremble just a little bit?

"You know why?", she continued, letting her fingertip to make a little swirl around his belly button.

"It would be so that all the people I fuck around would understand why I cheat on you openly. What kind impotent loser I have at home. I'd like everyone to know what kind of stupid, impotent loser you are."

"Mmmm", he hear her say and breathing once in and out. "Yes. Of course."

She slid the tip of her finger inside his belly button. He had a weird looking belly button, looking more like a moon crater with hard edges than the soft depression on her own flat tummy. Then she dug her fingernail in there deep, in a way she knew that would hurt him, and heard him inhale sharply.

"Perhaps I could even start showing you off to them", she said, and kept penetrating him with her nail.

This time there was a small pause. "W-what do you mean?"

"Well, so far you haven't seen any of my lovers, regulars or the one night stands", she said, sounding like what she meant should have been self evident. "Not even which ones I have more." 

"No, I haven't" he said, his voice shaking a bit. "That's true."

"As far as you know, of course", she chuckled. She lifted the tip of her finger from his belly button and let it continue its way lower.

She heard him clearing his throat. "W-what do you mean?" he said, sounding like he tried to keep his voice steady. She let out another light chuckle and smiled, hoping it could be heard in her voice.

"Well, you have no idea whether I've fucked with some of our friends", she said in a soft voice, sounding very patient. "And just between us, I have. Several."

"Mmmm", she heard him reply. "I'm so glad to hear that."

"I thought you would", she said smiling as her fingertip came across with first small puddle of goo on his lower belly.

"But I could start bringing them here", she said, spreading the thick liquid on a wider area. "All the men who I fuck with. They would be interested to see whether a woman hot as me really has an impotent loser like you at home. Would you like it?"

"Oh yes, I would. Please do."

She chuckled again and let her finger continue on its way.

"Naturally you would be welcoming us totally naked", she said calmly, like it had been the most natural thing in the world. 

"Of course I would", she hear him say. 

"They would all need to see how pathetic you really are", she said, continuing in a soothing, calm voice. "What kind of stupid loser I have at home. Right?"

She heard a deep inhale. "Yes, they do."

"It would be so interesting to see their reaction", she said smiling. "When you'd greet us, kneeling naked in the hallway, so you and you pitiful excuse of a dick would be the first thing he sees when he comes in."

"Mmmmm, it would."

"Whether he would laugh, or just look at you astonished. As he realized I was telling the truth, and saw what kind of sad loser I am forced to live with."

"Mmmm-hmmmm."

"Naturally I would ask what he thought of you. Now that he saw you with his own eyes. Whether he thought you to be as sad and pathetic and ridiculous as I do. It would be so funny."

She heard him breathing faster. "Oh yes", he sighed. "It would be."

There was something dreamy in her voice as she continued calmly.

"It could be after we've fucked, you know. After I've showed him the photos and videos you on my phone. Telling how much I love everyone to see my little loser. You know, when he drops me off." 

"Mmmm-hmmm."

Making a sharp turn she directed her finger away from tiny flesh worm and over the hairless pubic area.

"Or we could come here to fuck. I guess you'd like that as well?"

She heard him breathing in and out sharply. "Very much."

"I would most likely fuck him here", she said silently. "Here in this bed. In our bed. Even though it wouldn't be just ours then, would it?"

"No, it wouldn't."

"It would be my bed, and the bed of my lovers, from there on. Not yours. You would merely be allowed to sleep in it. Right?"

"Oh yes."

"But you wouldn't be allowed in here, of course", she chuckled.

"Of course."

"All you could is to listen us through the walls. As well as our neighbors, most likely. I wouldn't care who heard us. I bet it would feel incredible, to be fucked by a real man, knowing you would hear it all."

"Mmmm-hmmm."

Then she smiled again. "But naturally you wouldn't be allowed to touch yourself either."

"Of course I wouldn't be."

She breathed out calmly in and out.

"I figured you would understand that", she said in equally calm manner. "Pleasure is only for my lovers and me. Not you. It would be totally out of the question for you to enjoy what we do, right? Why should you be having any fun? Fucking loser like you?"

From the corner of her eye she saw him nodding. Slowly her fingertip rose to his tipbone and started to circle it.

"But if we felt extra generous we could do it in front of you as well", she said letting out a sigh. "So you could see how I need to be fucked. Properly. Like a real man. Not a limp dicked cuck like you. Do you understand?"

"I understand", she hear him say again. "I'd love to see it." 

"Of course you would", she said and started to slide her fingertip towards his crotch again. "You could even help us, you know."

Again there was a pause and she heard him clear his throat. Poor puppy was clearly coming down with something. He was trying to keep his voice steady as he spoke. "How?"

She smiled again, enjoying the situation more than she would have believed to be possible.

"Well, you could help with the foreplay" she said, making little twirls with her fingertips. "You know, making sure my cunt was wet enough for him to fuck me."

"I would love that."

"Naturally", she said and let out another sigh. "You're very good at making me wet, you know. Even if it is the only thing you're good at."

This time there was a longer pause. Had she managed to hit where it actually hurt? 

"I know", he answered finally. "I'm sorry."

Unable to keep herself from smiling she tried to force her voice calm as she continued. "You should be."

She let her finger slide down in round swerves, and the closer to his ballsack she got the faster his breathing seem to get. She kept a small pause before continuing. 

"Naturally you could help him as well", she said finally. 

Again he cleared his throat. "How, exactly?" 

"Honey, don't play more stupid than you are", she said with a sigh. "By sucking his cock for me of course. To get him nice and hard for me. I'd like to see whether you're as bad at it as you're at licking pussy."

"I'd very much like to try."

She pulled her finger away, turned around and looked him in the face again. He looked so red, and there was the familiar glazed look in his eyes. 

"Just to please me?" she said smiling. 

"Of course", he said, his voice shaking.

Smiling, she leaned closer, so their face were only inches apart. She lay the palm of her hand to his chest, before moving it to the side of her neck, and behind her ear.

"What if he wanted to cum in your mouth?" she said smiling at him. "What would you say, hmm? I would so like to see that. His real man spunk on your lips and all over your stupid face. You'd look so funny."

She was aware of the excitement in her voice she was unable to hide. "Or what if I'd like him to fuck you in your virgin asshole while I watched? How about it honey?"

"It s-sounds lovely", he said, clearly unable to control the shaking of his voice anymore.

"Or better yet", she continued smiling. "I could bring in more than one man. Say, one fucking me and two fucking you? I could arrange that quite easily."

"Oh yes, please."

"Or women", she said and let out a little chuckle. "As you must likely guess, I've been fucking around with women as much as with men."

He nodded, still having that glazed look in his eyes.

"It would be no trouble to find say... two open minded bisexual couples. Who would be interested seeing the little loser I have at home. How does that sound?"

He nodded, almost as if unable to speak anymore.

"I could have fun with the women here, on the bed, while the men fucked you. It would be our very own gay porn channel. I'd love to see you properly fucked. I just know you would love as well?"

Again there was a quick nod from him and a several quick inhales. She leaned in and they kissed again. It was a hungry, desperate kiss. As she was pressed next to him she could feel his heartbeat. It sounded like he had just run a mile.

She broke the kiss and looked him into eyes.

"Do you love me?" she said.

"I love you", he said, and sighed deeply. "I love you so much."

She kissed him again. Then she let out a chuckle and pulled herself away.

"This is all very romantic", she said. "But you know, you have already cummed today but I have not. And in this household that sort of disproportion is something that cannot be allowed."

Letting out a light groan she rolled over to her side and spread her legs. She could feel something oozing from her crotch, first to the ass crack and then to the bedsheets. Then she looked at him, ruffled his hair a bit and smiled at him.

"Come on dear, don't just stare there", she said and started to put her pillow into a better position. "You have work to do."

A few moments later, as she felt his skillful fingers and tongue in her pussy, and she had her fingers deep inside his hair, she thought it was a good thing neither of them didn't have to be anywhere today.