“You owe me”

David’s penis wasted no time returning to how she was this morning. While the amount of influence she had this morning seemed troubling, that was nothing compared to the amount of energy she has stored up throughout the day.

He felt himself being dragged like a dog by a marathon runner. In his hesitation he counteracted the direction he was being pulled in by wrapping his arms around an obstructive column on the way. The **** of him halting the momentum in which he was being pulled was near whiplash-inducing. His penis was still pulling relentlessly at him. It was surprising how such a little muscle has this much “umph” to where the rest of his body was having trouble holding onto that pillar.

“Come on, David” she grunted hungrily, “it’s my TURN” his hips thrusted causing him to lose his hold keeping him stationary and he was dragged the rest of the way to his bedroom, the rest of the way to his bed where he was dropped, spun and thrusted back into the position he was this morning: laying on his back with his feet over and against the wall- looking desperately up at his enthusiastic cock staring down at him.

“Come on,” she said, “let’s do it like this!”

“I don’t feel comfortable doing it like this- it feels...weird to me” he said with hesitation, “why do you want to do it this way?” He asked with fearful caution.

“Because, I want to be able to look at you while we do this.” She said, “the way you normally do it is so passionless and disconnected.”

David’s apprehension got more apprehensive to the point where his own apprehension developed its own apprehension. “You’ve got a living penis that you can’t escape from right above you, pointing directly at you, and that penis insists on pointing at you in the name of passion. I think this is where I’m going to have to draw the line.”

“I don’t know. This makes me very uncomfortable.” David said, flexing his feet to push them away from the wall to return to a more normal position. Before his feet were able to begin their descent back down, his hips thrusted back to the wall to return them.

“David, i completely understand. And I don’t want to make you do something you don’t want to do. I feel the exact same way about being confined in pants all day. While I thought we made sacrifices to try to make the other happy, maybe you’re right and that we should only stick to doing things that we’re 100% comfortable with. If that’s how you want to go forward, then I’ll go along with that and adjust accordingly.”

The ultimatum had been made abundantly clear as he reached his hand up from the bed and wrapped it around his dick. He tried, ever so slightly to angle it away from him as he could- but his attempts were counter acted as his hand was pushed and placed directly center of his view.

She was thrilled from her perspective. This moment made up for the entire day. To her, she had a front row view of that face, those lips- she longed for hours ago. She was going to take her time with this view.

David has an ever growing sense of dread watching his penis makes it slow and powerful motions in his hand. While, on one hand, he wished she would just get it over with, he also wished she wouldn’t. He felt disgust when he found himself getting wrapped up in the increasing libido. He tried to fight it off as long as he could- focusing himself of the precise circumstance he was in- but eventually he lost himself in her enthusiasm as she was moving in a quick and rhythmic manner in his hand.

It just felt so good. Better than it had ever felt before.

Which is why he didn’t think twice when she told him to open his mouth a mere moment before she shot a hefty load directly into his mouth- bypassing the chamber of his jaw, hitting the back of his throat where there was no alternative to swallowing.