For another week he poured on the affection and practically did all of her chores for her, just for the occasional rubbing through his pants. Always being interrupted because of the kids or so she said. One night he had the opportunity to shower with her. After meticulously cleaning her from head to toe she finally reached down to feel his rock hard shaft. He moaned with pleasure as her soapy hand lightly caressed him. She watched his expressions closely, judging his reactions as she alternated techniques. Four times as he neared the edge she would stop and gently massage his swollen balls. Then she grasped him tightly with one hand and began palming his head. However, she started out barely touching it and slowly increased the pressure. His moans of pleasure turned to groans of agony as her slick soapy palm pressed down on his sensitive head.
Oh, God, yes, yes soon turned to no, please, no, God no. Coolly and quietly she spoke "Should I stop?". He bit his lip knowing what it meant. She continued, changing speeds. Slow and hard, fast and light, fast and hard, slow and light. In no time at all he was whimpering and his legs were trembling. "Please stop" he muttered. "Are you sure?" she asked coldly "This is what you wanted, right?". "Yes" he moaned. "Yes what?" she said as she sped up and increased the pressure. He struggled to speak "Yes, I'm sure. Please stop." As quickly as it started it was over. He opened his eyes to she her stepping from the shower. His cock was so hard it felt as if the head was going to burst open. He finished up and by the time he got to bed she was sound asleep.
Once again though he was not awakened by the alarm clock but rather her skilled hand. Just as nights before she teased his cock mercilessly with her pussy before mounting him; all the while ignoring his begging and pleading. Even then she would slowly work him in, taking her time, rising till he was almost out and hanging on by a thread before sliding back down just a hair further than before. When she finally took him all the way in he knew it was over. She would grind herself to a massive orgasm while keeping him just short of the edge. This time though after she was done she asked if he wanted to cum. All to eagerly he replied. She threw back the sheets and spread her legs for him. As he slowly entered her he heaped praise upon praise and thanked her.
"Don't get ahead of yourself there." she whispered. "You have just until your alarm clock goes off to cum." His eyes shot over to the clock. 5:59am! One minute or less. His head snapped back at her. "Well are you going to fuck me or just stare at me?" Her words were like a slap in the face and he began to quickly thrust in and out of her. Sadly though about a dozen strokes into his frenzy the alarm clock signaled his defeat. "Awww, times up hun. Don't worry though, only 25 days till Christmas." She pushed him off and curled up under the sheets. "Have a nice day dear and don't forget to take out the garbage."
Now he was totally unsure of himself and her. Utterly confused at the way things were going. From no attention all week to what seemed like an elaborate setup. He prepared himself for what would probably be another week of no teasing and her rejecting his every advance. He sighed as he carried the trash to the curb.
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