Inez has finally snapped

Shoved onto the bed, I finally saw her. Inez was pointing in my face and hissing at me. “You have slept with every woman in this apartment this weekend except for me!” Technically not true. But everyone believed Sandra and I were together. I opened my mouth to object, but she cut me off. “Don't deny it. I've seen, I've heard, I've asked. Every damn woman, except me. I am going nuts right now, and I need a cock so bad. I am not all that into you, but I'm going to lose my mind if I don't get a cock in me soon, so you're it. Got it?” She began undressing herself from the waist down.

“And if I say 'No thank you?'” I asked, curious. I had no intention of resisting, but I wanted to see how she would take it.

“You can say whatever you want,” she answered, “while I'm fucking you.” Her speech then switched to a rapid-fire Spanish rant that I honestly did not want to know the meaning of. She was tugging at my pants and boxers until I was, like her, naked from the waist down.

“Scoot!” she demanded, waving her hands to show that she wanted me all the way on the bed. I moved back until my head was propped up on a few pillows. Inez quickly crawled onto the bed until she was over me. Seeing that I wasn't hard yet (after all, this would be my 14th encounter in the past 60 hours and I'm only human), she uttered what I suspected was a curse before leaning over and gripping my cock.

I hissed in discomfort and put my hands on hers. “Easy,” I told her. “I'm not into pain, so if you want this to get hard, you're going to have to be a little nicer to it.”

Inez muttered more words that I'm sure involved generational curses on me and my family, but she loosened her grip, sighed deeply with resignation, and lowered her mouth onto my soft member. It didn't take long for her to nurse me into readiness, and since that was her only goal, she didn't linger once I had lengthened to serviceable proportions in her mouth. Lifting her mouth off my rod and taking a deep breath, she wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her shirt. “Guess that'll have to do,” she muttered.

“Do you hate me or something?” I asked. She was being unnecessarily acrimonious, more so than her assigned persona demanded.

Inez paused for a moment, kneeling on the bed next to me, her body upright. Looking down at me, she softened her expression a little. “Hate? No,” she answered. “Resent? Probably. I've been trapped in this house of horniness for three days now and I've had to listen to woman after woman in this bedroom cumming their brains out. And I can't seem to get myself off. I don't know if you have anything to do with this, but my brain is frazzled. I've barely slept. And I'm too much on edge to be polite. And since you're the only guy here, I don't see that I have any choice or any say in who I fuck to finally get this over with. So... I'm sorry for being short with you, but I promise I'll be a much nicer person once I can finally cum. I'm literally sick with desire right now.”

Not waiting for a response, she straddled my body, pointed my arrow at her target, and firmly pushed herself down. As she sank lower and finally had me all the way inside, she groaned in long delayed satisfaction. “Ohhhhhhhhhhffffffuuuuuuucccckkkyyyeesssss!” she growled in a drawn-out manner. “I can already tell this is going to be different,” she mused. “This is what I need to get there. Should only take a minute – I'm so worked up already. On the edge for... days.”

I felt a tiny twinge of sympathy for her. Despite how it felt, she was not going to finish that quickly. Having my cock inside her would indeed ramp her sensations up until she was on the cusp of release. But no release would be happening until my cum was plastered inside her. That was the command I had given when she walked in the door Friday morning. She had been commanded to forget ever reading it but to still be bound by it. This is why I had made her wait so long. Having sex the first day would have been nice and mutually satisfying, but waiting until day three would show that something special and unique happened to her when she was with me.

So I lay back, even putting my hands behind my head as if relaxing. With a little smile, I watched Inez, still dressed from the waist up (as was I), clinically gyrating her hips and grinding herself on top of me, smiling as she felt closer now to cumming than she had all weekend. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck yeah, gonna cum, so close, yes, yes.” She continued this breathy chanting in time with her motions, open-mouthed and happy, so certain of the pleasure she was about to receive.

I would guess it was about five minutes later that she started seeming concerned. Her brow wrinkled and she started saying things more like, “come ON, come ON, fuck fuck fuck fuck, come ON!” Her motions got harder and she began bouncing a little, one hand furiously rubbing around her clit. I placed my hands on her thighs, then on her hips, not controlling her motions but simply enjoying the feel of her skin.

By about the ten or twelve minute mark, she was moving in broad swipes, sometimes lifting up until I was almost falling out, then pressing down hard. She was sounding **** now – running out of breath, whimpering, asking, “Why... isn't... this... WORKING? I'm so close. So close!”

I could see the sweat on her forehead and commented, “Maybe it's too warm in here? Do you want to take your shirt off?” I had pulled mine off five minutes earlier, but I doubt she had taken much notice. Her eyes had been closed most of the time we were joined. This wasn't a command – she would have to choose for herself.

“You'd like that, wouldn't you?” she sneered.

“Of course I would,” I answered calmly. “You're so damn beautiful. But I'm only suggesting it because you seem too hot and maybe that's making you too uncomfortable to cum.”

Inez stopped moving and growled in frustration. With a quick yank, she pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside. Then reaching behind herself, she unlatched her bra and dropped it to the floor. “But don't think this means you get to grope me,” she warned, resuming her motions at a much slower pace. I was finally starting to feel my own release approach. Not urgently, but certainly. With Inez now naked atop me, I watched her breasts sway and jiggle. Mesmerized, I tuned out the sounds of her frustration.

When I felt I had made enough of a show of compliance, I broke her rule and ran my hands up from her waist and onto her breasts. She started to object, then stopped herself once I cupped a breast in my hand and massaged it tenderly. It obviously helped her feel closer to her goal.

But Inez was getting tired, worn out from long, fruitless exertions coupled with sleepless, uneasy days and nights. She exhaled loudly and slumped over onto me. Her breasts now squished against my chest, I moved my hands to her round ass that stuck up above us. Inez was too tired to resist or complain. “I just need a break,” she said. That was my cue to take over, now that she was weary.

“Nope,” I said, wrapping my arms around her and rolling to the side. Now I was on top and Inez looked up, concerned and shocked at the sudden change.

“Hey!” she objected breathlessly, trying to wiggle away. “You can't do th-”

“Can't what?” I cut her off. Stunned, she stared back at me as I began to thrust down at her. “Can't **** you on your back and start fucking you without permission? Like you did to me 20 minutes ago?”

“But I-”

“You can say whatever you want while I'm fucking you,” I taunted her. “Same offer you gave me.”

Inez cracked. Crying, she put her hands over her face and wept, “I just need to cum. Please, just help me cum before I go crazy!”

“Enough,” I growled, pulling one of her hands away from her face. “Maybe if you just get into it and try to enjoy this for what it is, you'll relax enough to get what you want.” She turned her head away, considering my suggestion. “As for me, I need to finish what you started, and what I really want to do right now... is to kiss those beautiful lips of yours.” She squeaked in protest as my lips found hers, but after only a few seconds of resistance, she relaxed and let my tongue search past her lips. She even responded, gently at first then with growing aggression until our tongues danced and battled and our hips clashed repeatedly. Once she was fully into our mating, touching me all over and moaning in appreciation as I touched her bare skin all over, I rolled us back into the position that gave her control of our movements.

We were nearing the end. Part of her programming was that Inez's growing arousal would reach fever pitch when I told her I was about to cum. Too **** to cross the finish line herself, she would keep going until I filled her up, which would be the final stimulus she need for her own release.

“You close?” I gasped, pulling my lips away from hers. Our foreheads touched.

“Yeah,” she breathed back, “But I've been close for so long. I don't know-”

“I'm close,” I told her. “Really, really close.”

“Oh God,” she cried out, her pussy starting to grip me tighter. “You can't. Not in me. Just hang on and let me finish. I'm right there!” Her movement sped up, which sealed our fates.

With my hands again gripping her waist, I pulled her down as hard as I could to meet my last upward thrust. “Fuck! Here it comes!” I groaned.

“Waaaiiit!” Inez wailed. But as soon as my first blast painted her walls, her cry of resistance switched to a rapturous cry of release. Attainment. Satisfaction.

“Shiiittt! Yes yes yes yes yes yes YES!!!!! I'm cummmmiiinnngggg!” The long process of denial and build up and made her so backed up that Inez's orgasm nearly frightened me. She clenched all her muscles so tightly that I had to push up harder just to stay inside. I continued emptying inside her as she shuddered and writhed, oblivious. All that mattered to her was the merciless onslaught of sensation that had her seizing repeatedly on top of me. Unable to remain upright, she fell into my arms, allowing me to guide her hips up and down a few times to milk out the last of my load. Even after I finished, Inez continued to shudder and gasp. She grabbed my hair and turned my head to face hers to that we could kiss again, Inez moaning into my mouth as she twitched around my cock and writhed over my body.

A silence followed. Then a light groan from the woman on top of me. “I can't get up,” she mumbled.

“Take your time,” I told her, rubbing her back and thighs gently. “I like holding you in my arms.”

Inez sighed. After a few minutes, she was asleep. My cock had softened and finally slipped out of her. I gave her at least ten minutes of uninterrupted slumber before rolling her to her side. Getting up, I found her shirt and panties and gently helped her get dressed. She was fighting to stay asleep but cooperated enough that I was able to get her dressed so that I could carry her into the hallway and finally place her on the futon for the night. Pulling a sheet up over her, I kissed her forehead and headed back to my room to clean up.

Sandra was already there in my room, picking up the rest of Inez's clothing to put near the futon. “Go wash up,” she ordered me with a twinkle in her eye. “You've finished all of them, so you're mine tonight.”

“What's left of me is,” I joked back.

“I have complete faith in you,” she laughed and I began to wash up. I truly didn't deserve a woman like Sandra.