The Latex Queen

“Ok,” Michelle said, turning back to him.

She kneeled upright, her hands on her thighs beneath her raised skirt, her pussy hidden between her legs as she loomed above him.

“I’ve got an idea. I’ll let you cum, and I’ll even let you cum inside me. On one condition.”

“Yes, yes!” Jay rasped, making Michelle giggle at his transparent eagerness. “Please let me cum, Lady, please!”

“Calm down, silly boy,” she giggled.

Jay groaned desperately, straining uselessly against the ropes that held him to the bed as he finally felt Michelle’s soft hand on his aching cock.

“I’ll let you cum,” she repeated slowly, her glowing eyes on his, “as long as you eat it all up after.”

Jay froze. Crystals of ice bloomed in his turgid blood. She couldn’t be serious! Her request was disgusting!

But her smile pinned him to the mattress, as though he was pierced by two icicles. She was serious. He knew it. And as her hand slid slowly, agonizingly slowly over his needy cock, he knew he would do it.

“Ok,” he rasped, his heart sinking in his chest, “ok. Just fuck me, please!”

“Oh my God,” Michelle breathed. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it, you dirty little bitch. You must want to fuck me sooo bad.”

“I do, Lady,” Jay wheezed, “please. Please let me cum.”

“Alright,” Michelle giggled.

Sliding down the mattress, she threw a leg over his hips again, and Jay let out a long moan as he felt the tip of his cock against her hot damp pussy.

“Now, a deal’s a deal,” she warned, holding his cock straight in her hand as she hovered above it. “Once you’ve cum, you’re going to want to back out. But if you don’t go through with this, I’m going to make you very, very sorry.”

“Yes, Lady,” Jay groaned.

He didn’t care anymore. The need for her body overwhelmed him, and he was swept away by uncontrollable desire. Nothing mattered, if she’d only put him inside her!

Michelle sank onto his cock. Her small, satisfied sigh was swallowed up by his joyful groan. His cock pulsed and throbbed happily between her wet walls, his balls tightening at an onrush of pleasure that made his head spin.

His vision blurred as Michelle slid up and down, up and down, riding his cock as her pussy spewed cum all over his balls. She moaned and groaned again, the erotic sound sending Jay deeper and deeper into his own bliss, and he felt his orgasm swell up his shaft, his toes curling and the breath freezing in his lungs as his cock erupted.

Spurt after spurt, he filled her ready vagina with his hot seed, so long denied. It seemed his orgasm would go on forever as he pumped her full of his cum, his balls spasming as they completely emptied themselves.

Jay sighed, his head falling heavily back against the pillow. Carefully, Michelle slid his slippery cock out of her cum-filled pussy.

She pressed a hand against her dripping sex as she shuffled up the bed towards him, trying not to spill a drop.

Jay’s stomach turned. Now that he had cum, the idea disgusted him even more. But he had no choice. Michelle had outsmarted him once again.

A sly smile on her lips, she straddled his face. Jay grimaced in disgust at the wet mess of her pussy as she took her hand away. Thick gobs of his cum leaking slowly from inside her like molten lava. Michelle seized a handful of his dark hair, holding him in place as she settled her pussy onto his trembling lips.

“Now, eat up,” she taunted. “I want you to clean up every last drop, slut.”

Reluctantly, Jay extended his tongue, automatically recoiling at the unfamiliar slimy texture. His cum oozed slowly from Michelle’s pungent snatch.

Resigning himself to getting this ordeal over with as soon as possible, Jay plunged his tongue inside her, scooping out the unpleasantly salty cum and swallowing as quickly as he could.

Michelle moaned with pleasure, her thighs holding his head tightly between them as he licked and slurped. His cum seemed endless, continuing to seep from her dripping sex no matter how much he swallowed.

His stomach churned. Michelle’s moans grew louder, her hips rocking as she rubbed her wet pussy up and down his damp face. He ran his tongue over her lips, chasing every last drop of cum, both his and hers, while she moaned and twitched at a fresh onrush of pleasure.

Finally, Jay could taste no further traces of himself, no matter how he probed her soft folds. But Michelle’s hand still held his hair tightly, her thighs still clamped around his head. He continued to lick, ignoring the pain in his aching jaw, and was rewarded by the feeling of her slick walls clenching his tongue between them.

Michelle cried out, mashing her pussy into his mouth, and Jay was genuinely grateful to taste a flood of her juices in his mouth, washing away the acrid slime of his own orgasm.

Purring with pleasure, Michelle rolled off him. He gasped for air, feeling her juices cooling on his cheeks. She moved slowly as she reached for his neck, untying the rope that held him in place before reaching down to his ankles and unfastening those, too.

Unceremoniously, she rolled him over onto his stomach, his now flaccid cock trapped underneath him as she released his cuffs.

“There,” she said in a voice groggy with tiredness as she flopped down onto the bed beside him, “go sleep on the couch. I’m done with you for tonight, fuck toy.”

*

“I…I don’t know what to say.”

At least she had finally said something. As Jay finished his story, a thick silence had descended on the car. It wasn’t until they rolled into the driveway that Jess spoke.

“It’s not like I enjoyed it,” Jay said. “It was gross. I hope she never makes me do that again.”

Jess’s hands trembled as she slowly removed her sunglasses and folded them into an empty cupholder.

“But you will, if she makes you,” she said, turning her wide blue eyes to her husband. “Right?”

The expression on his wife’s face was unreadable. Jay gulped nervously. There would have been no point trying to keep it from her. Michelle would have told her soon enough. But there was no way to know what her reaction would be.

So far, she had been surprisingly ok with her friend’s kinky games. But this was a different level.

“If she makes me,” Jay said uncertainly. “I mean, it’s not like I had a choice.”

Jess’s eyes flickered over his face, as though she was trying to peer into her husband’s hidden heart. Something flashed, deep inside those twin blue orbs, something deep yet fierce and bright.

Jay gasped. Jess’s hand had found his cock again. His eyes rolled back in his head as she manipulated him through the heavy fabric of his jeans.

Her other hand lingered at her own crotch, her fingers rubbing lightly against the front of her black pants. Jay could have sobbed with relief and arousal all at once. She wasn’t mad. She was turned on.

“Come on,” she said.

The car beeped steadily as she flung her door open, only silenced when she tore the jangling keys from the ignition.

“Let’s get inside. I need to fuck, right now.”

Grinning, Jay flung his own door open. Husband and wife raced inside the house, giddy as teenagers. The front door had barely closed on the quiet street before Jay pulled Jess’s T shirt over her head, her small round breasts quivering in a delicate black bra.

She unclasped his belt while he pulled her pants down, and she kicked off her shoes before stepping out of the pants and kicking them aside, too. Jay tugged his own jeans to the floor as Jess cast off her panties, and he pushed her to the floor.

She cried out as he entered her, his cock already rock hard, pushing her lips apart as he forced himself inside. Wrapping her legs around his back, she ground herself against him as they fucked on the floor like animals.

As Jay felt Jess’s vagina squeeze his rigid cock possessively, all he could think was, how lucky can one guy be?