Time to get serious

Belka’s eyes are on your erection. She slides off the chair and kneels before you, her eyes never once straying from it. Her hands reach up and touch it. It twitches at her touch. She runs her hands up and down its length, gripping it loosely, feeling its bumps and its warmth. She licks her lips.

She leans forward and runs her tongue across its head. Then gently kisses it. You shudder at the pleasure. Her kisses gather in intensity, longer kisses, taking more of the head inside. Every time she disengages, she does so with a pop. Her tongue licks the precum that leaks out.

Her limit appears to be half your shaft. Spit dribbles down the rest, and she uses one hand to rub it in. She’s clearly experienced, but not skilled, in cock sucking. At least half the household is better. You can’t help but enjoy it, though. And she knows to maximise eye contact while she performs. That alone makes your cock twitch in her mouth.

But it’s time for the main test.

With a finger under the chin, you guide her head away from your cock. As she draws back, she gives it a couple more licks. Then you’re guiding her to stand. She takes the cue.

“Get on.”

She bites her lip. Then takes a step until she’s standing over you. Her right hand reaches out to hold your cock steady. Slowly she descends. Halfway down she pauses to rub the head of your cock against her drenched pussy. Then she lowers herself further and you penetrate her. She’s tight, but she’s drenched. Her walls grip your shaft, but gravity makes the slide down easy. Your hands are on her waist guiding her. There’s nothing better than entering a pussy you’ve never entered before, feeling it wrap itself around your cock, feeling the unique texture of each of your lovers, hearing her moan as you claim her. Belka’s moan is soft, and deep, and heart felt, and lasts until she’s sunk all the way down.

For a moment she pauses there, her brown eyes locked on yours. You stretch your neck to kiss her, and she returns it with passion, her hands gripping your cheeks so she can press down harder. She wiggles on your shaft, and you feel more than hear her whimper. Then she lets go and starts to draw herself off. Halfway she stops and lets herself slide back down. Soon she is riding you, bucking on you, up and down your shaft.

Her naked, perfect breasts are bouncing before you. You can’t help it. You kiss them. You lick them. Your tongue runs circles around her areola. You suck on her right nipple. Meanwhile, your right hand grasps and squeezes the softness of her left breast. When your fingers play with the left nipple her second orgasm strikes. You feel her walls contract and ripple around your cock. She throws her head back and moans her pleasure into the room. Her bouncing stutters to a halt and she sinks to the base of your cock.

For a few seconds you let her sit there. Then you wrap your arms about her, pull her tight to you, her breasts pressed against your chest, and stand. One hand cups a cheek of her plentiful ass. Carrying her, still buried inside her, you head to the couch. This was the reason the back office had a couch. So, you could gently lower your lover onto it and take control.

This is no time to show any sympathy for her cunt. You’re taking her. Before it had been her pace, now it’s yours. You piston in and out, aware of the angle you’re driving into her, aware of the pleasure her body shudders to. Her third orgasm strikes, but you don’t relent in your pounding. You can feel her cunt massage your shaft, trying to milk it, and enticing the familiar feeling of your own impending orgasm.

Now’s the moment to choose. If you ejaculate inside a woman, she’s yours, you ruin her for any other man. The orgasm you’ll spark will be the most intense and pleasurable orgasm she’ll ever experience. No other man, however large, however skilled, will ever be able to satisfy her again. Only you. That’s why you limit yourself to the household. Giving someone an experience of their lifetime, an experience they would never be able to match, and then denying them the opportunity to ever feel it again, feels cruel. You couldn’t do that to Belka? You have a choice. Remain inside her and claim her, or pull out, and let her leave.