Be strong, hold out.

Flo smiled as Bryce’s teeth clenched, his hands closed in tight fists on the arms of his chair and he **** his ass back down to the seat, and, most crucially he didn’t cum, despite a blowjob that had reduced football players to gibbering wrecks, painted with their own cum. Maybe, she thought, this would be fun on levels other than the cathartic.

“Agreed. I’m not giving up until I get a crack at that ass, I’ve wanted to fuck it for years. And then I get to decide where I cum, and if I do choose your beautiful face, or down that tight throat, it’ll be my choice, not yours!” Bryce said, almost defiant, getting into his role.

“We’ll see, sweetheart. First you need to make it past my pussy, and let me tell you, that won’t be easy.” She slid up his body. “Especially,” she whispered in his ear, “since I know you’ve been fantasizing about that since you figured out what this cock,” she gripped it tightly, “is for.”

She guided the tip of his cock against her body, pressing its hardness against her cunt lips, against the space between her twat and ass, then back up, pressing its rigid length against her clit. “You feel that little button?”

Bryce nodded.

“That’s my clit. It’s almost like a little penis. For some women, it’s the only way to get off. Now I’m lucky. When someone fucks my cunt, like it needs to be fucked, I almost always get off, and I also can cum just from getting fucked in the ass. But you ain’t gonna get in here,” she slapped her ass with her free hand, sending jiggles through that ample fuck-cushion. “Until you make me cum both ways. Seeing as how you’re…all tied up,” she smiled, “I’ll just rub you against my clit until I cum, then fuck that cock until I cum and,” she pressed every inch of a body built to fuck against him and brought herself level with him so she could stare him in the eye, something she hadn’t been able to do since he was in seventh grade and got his growth spurt. “If you still haven’t cum, then you can fuck my ass.”

Bryce kissed her, tensing superhuman muscles to hold back his orgasm, “Are you going to rub yourself off on my cock, or just talk about it all day?”

Flo smiled and ground herself against his cock, holding it firmly in place. She wouldn’t last long and didn’t expect to get him to cum here, direct clitoral stimulation made her cum like a freight-train, fast. And she was already aroused as hell from the situation, and, to be honest, from her earlier imaginings of Bryce’s mother and a woman who might be her twin, getting each other off.

She beat against her clit with his cock, using it as a flogger, as a vibrator and the look on his face, exquisite agony as he held back pleasure, trying to keep it from his face. That was too much, she gushed all over his chair, cock and thighs, before he could react in any way besides brief surprise, she guided him within her, this was what would break him, she was sure. No one could resist her tight cunt, especially not an 18 year old virgin, as she believed Bryce was…