She won't let you come

Just shy of an orgasm, she halts momentarily, her clam tightly clamping down on your tip. Judging from the rhythmic quivering that follows, she’s in the middle of an orgasm. But you’re unable to do so due to the airtight chokehold she has you in.

She slowly settles herself, bringing her body horizontal again and overshadowing you imposingly. Her eyes open in a sudden flush, as if having just remembered something, and her content smile twists into a devious smirk.

She slithers her nether regions dexterously around you with unimaginable precision, as if giving a lubed handjob. She tumbles around you like a ballet dancer, your shaft the axis of her augmented gravity. And yet, the notion of an orgasm seems to elude you to no end.

”Oh, I’m sorry,” she huffs out between her bucks and twists, ”Did you want to come as well?”

You nod meekly.

”Hm. Pity.”

She bites her lips and keeps on excercising authoritarian rule over your fifth limb. Never before have you wanted to cum so badly as now. You want to touch her – those diamond-tipped fleshy melons, swinging above your head, almost within tongue’s reach. But even the thought of disobeying her is out of the question. While causing you physical harm would strike you as uncharacteristic to say the least, you’ve witnessed first hand the inhuman power that she can exert, and it frightens you.

She’s on her third round of orgasms now. You have to speak up, this isn’t how lovers should treat one another!

”Honey, please! You have to let me come, I need it… I need to fuck Super Girl!”

”Aww you silly poo… Be a little more **** and I just might.”

”PLEASE! Oh, pretty pretty please, let me cum, I beg of you! It’s unfair how much better at sex you are than me, better than anyone else! Please, just, please!”

She laughs with a delighted, melodious chirp. Her sound is almost metallic – fit for a Girl of Steel.

”Alright.”

In the blink of an eye she has released you. In that same timespan, she’s standing beside the foot of the bed, lightly pressing down on your balls to give them that extra little pressure. An orgasm you have.

And what an orgasm it is. The first trickles of cum shoot out like a broken fire hydrant, splattering on your own face. The consequent spurts draw a long line of cum, leaving you covered in your own cum from forehead to the hilt of your dick.

You are left desperately gasping for breath. Your poor mortal heart pounds at an uncountable rate. Meanwhile your girlfriend stands proudly at your feet, admiring her work.

”So, what’d you think of it?”

”I… uhh...”, you stammer, left speechless from getting your brains fucked out.

”Well you’d better have enjoyed it, ’cause it’s only gonna get better from here on.”

There’s no vitality in you to even take a shower. Instead you pass out from exhaustion under the warm blanket that is your own spunk.