The Poker Game III: The Weekend
<You continue as the two kiss passionately in front of you.>
>>That's when she grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. She told me something about my needing time to think about things and that she was going to watch her show. I really can't even be sure how long it was. My captor would take breaks, but over the whole time she was making these light, repeated squeezes with her pussy on my already overwhelmed cock. At one point she got her feet behind my head and lifted it up to show me a scene in the movie. It was these two smoking hot Asian schoolgirls making out. Pure torture for me.
>>After the movie was over, while still inside her, she told me she was going to let me cum now. We rolled over into missionary position and I began to lose control, but she slowed my motions with her hands and guided me the way she wanted it. Again, I got to just about the point I was going to spurt, when she brought me in close to her and gave me a passionate kiss on the lips. I returned the kiss, but it distracted me into not noticing that she'd moved in to lock my legs in a position that held me close to her body with no movement. There was no getting out of her hold for me at that point; I was a rag doll. She started whispering sexy talk in my ear about owning my cock and proceeded to lick my ear, neck, anything she could reach while her pussy savaged my stationary cock. "If you'll agree not to cum yourself without permission from now on, I'll really let you cum this time." she said. I agreed in a heartbeat and she gave me the most amazing orgasm of my life. I was wondering why she was giggling so much afterward. I soon realized that her control of my orgasms was her control of me. I very quickly became her slave.