Onward to the news

I finished my meal and rose, Diamond eagerly got up and started to follow me, only for me to give a sharp glance at the dishes and her discarded clothes. She got the hint and cleaned up while I headed for the den, sat myself, naked, in their expensive couch, picked up the remote and flicked on the local news. That was not arousing. Which was the point, of course. It would take work to get me going again.

Especially after my earlier masturbation sessions. Diamond was back so fast that she had to have just shoved the dishes in the sink. Which might give me an excuse to punish her tomorrow. She stood, naked, directly in front of me, blocking the television with her beautiful body. “How would you like me to pleasure you, sir?”

“Blow me.”

The couch made it awkward, but she clearly knew what to do, lying on her stomach, tits pressed against my thigh as she guided my slowly hardening cock between the thick, wet pillows of her lips. I didn’t turn the volume down on the TV, but the wet sounds of her blowjob were almost as loud. She sure as fuck knew how to give a messy blowjob, though her body was shaking a bit more than I would have expected...oh, right the perk.

Curious, I reached down, and slid a finger into her cunt, after groping that fantastic ass. She was soaked and spasming around my finger. I’ve fucked a few service subs who really enjoyed giving pleasure, but this was different.

Amusingly, it actually made her blowjob worse, as she couldn’t entirely focus on my pleasure. But still…let me tell you, if you find a woman who can get you hard as you watch the parade of horrors that is the daily news in Gotham, count yourself lucky. Of course, anyone getting head from a beautiful MILF is probably already counting themselves lucky…

Anyway, after another few moments, I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and gave that ass a slap. She pulled up, face dark, “Sir, did I do something wrong?” she asked, clearly seizing the opportunity to buy herself some time to back away from the edge as she couldn’t bring herself to admit that she was close to cumming just from blowing me.

“No, silly girl, that was an atta girl, just like the one before dinner. This,” I spanked her hard, and she jumped, pressing herself into me, “is a spank if you’ve done something wrong. This,” I slapped her ass far more gently, “is an atta girl. Or just because I want to. You’ve got a great ass.”

“Thank you, sir.”

I pulled her up, kissed her hard, then brought the hand which was still wet with her juices to her mouth. She hesitated, but a calm look and she licked my hand clean. Though I still had a wet hand. As she considered that, I calmly ran it through her silken hair. Her eyes widened in fury, but before she could react, I spoke, “You can ride me now, I’m hard enough.”

Rage warred with lust and lost. Or maybe she thought she could get her **** by riding me. She swung herself over me and split herself open on my throbbing prick. Our eyes locked for a moment, then she kissed me, for the first time, rather than me kissing her.

Then she pulled back and began to bounce, grinning down at me, confident, proud. And with good reason, I nearly came, twice and it took me three tries to get out what I was going to say next. “You’re blocking my view.”

She kept bouncing. I grabbed her and held her in place. “You’re blocking my view,” I repeated.

After a moment and a moan, she whispered, “Do you want me to get off, sir?”

“No.”

“Then what do you want?” I glared. “Sir?”

“You’re a smart girl, find a way to pleasure me without blocking my view. Or getting off.”

After a moment, she angled her body awkwardly and resumed bouncing. I provided a bit of support, but she mostly did it on her own.

Her muscles had to be burning as she got a hell of a workout riding my cock. When I could speak without moaning, I asked her if she had a home gym, and she admitted she did, in between her own moans. Three times she had to stop, either for exhaustion, or because she’d been denied permission to cum and needed to wait. Though she claimed it was the latter every time.

And, being a good girl, she always kept pleasuring me, whether by squeezing her cunt muscles around my cock, or sliding off and stroking me. The first time, she tried sucking me, but that prompted a sound I’d never actually heard from a woman before as she almost broke the rules and came from the pleasure of sucking my dick.

Finally, as the news entered its credits and Diamond began to whimper, realizing I hadn’t cum, she whispered.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“Silly girl,” I rolled her over, pinning her to the couch. “Sweet, silly girl. I told you to pleasure me, not make me cum and you did exemplary work.” Her gaze met mine and something about those words was clearly deeply affecting to her.

She hid it under arousal and sex, writhing against me. “Good enough for a reward, sir?”

“No.”

Her face looked like she was about to cry, so I continued. “But that apology, unprompted for something I had total control over,” she frowned at that and I was certain that next time she’d do her best to prove that she had control over my orgasms, not me, “that deserves a reward.”

Her eyes widened, and a smile broke out, “So I can cum?”

“You can decide, either I can let you go press that little vibrator against your clit until you cum, or I can fuck you, really fuck you, until I do. Which reward do you want?”

She paused, torn.