Ladies, have you ever had it so good it left you sex drunk?  Check out my latest adventure …

Even before he came over, we’d agreed to have a chilled evening just watching TV and cuddling.  We’d both had pretty rough days at work and agreed that all we really wanted was to relax in each other’s company.  After all, every visit doesn’t have to turn into scene from a porno movie, right?

After about an hour of cuddling on my bed, Royce* began to gently stroke my thigh.  He didn’t mean anything by it.  He was just being sweet.  My body didn’t take it that way, though.  Right away, I started to feel that familiar stirring between my legs.

I shifted my position a little, trying to get my mind back on the show we were watching.  But it was no use.  I was getting more aroused with each stroke.  As soon as he realized the effect he was having, his hand slowly began to creep higher and higher.

Right before he kissed me he whispered, “Let me just touch it a little.”

That voice of his, though!  Y’all, I’m telling you.  If he’d whispered “Let’s jump off a cliff” in that sexy voice, I’d be dead right now!

The minute his hand was inside my panties, it was over.  He knows I like a soft touch at first, so his thick fingers felt like a feather, slowly bringing my clit to attention.  Sighing, I closed my eyes, spread my legs wider and surrendered to his expert touch.

Then, just as I started to move my hips to encourage him to stroke a little harder, he stopped.  My eyes flew open, but before I could say anything, he kissed me deeply and said “I said just a little”.

“But,” I started to protest.

“Shhh …” he placed his moist finger on my lips.  “We’re just supposed to cuddle tonight.  Remember?”  Then he had the nerve to go back to watching TV like nothing happened!

Yeah, well two can play at that game.

I waited a few minutes before making my move.  Then, shifting my position, I slowly slid my hand into the waistband of his shorts.

Chuckling, he asked “What are you doing?”

“I just want to touch it a little,” I said in an innocent voice.

He was already at half-mast.  I wasn’t as gentle as he was.  He likes a firm hand, so that’s what I gave him.  In no time, he was like steel.

I climbed out of his arms and onto my knees.  This surprised him.  “I thought you said just a touch!”

“I did.  And now I want a little taste.  Okay?”  What was he gonna say, no?

He raised his hips so that I could slide off his shorts.  Then he grinned as I went in for my treat.

I sucked him vigorously, careful to stop every few minutes to lick and suck on his balls.  I went fast, then slow, and then fast again, really enjoying the taste of him.  And then, just like he’d teased me, I suddenly stopped.

“Wha…?” He was panting, now.  I quickly climbed back up and shushed him.

“I said just a little, remember?”  And then I plopped down beside him, picked up the remote and changed the channel.

“Oh, you wanna play, huh?”  His voice was low and a little menacing, as he rose to his knees above me.

Without warning, he ripped my panties right off my body.  It stung a little, but I was so shocked I barely noticed.  Then roughly spreading my legs, he leaned down and attacked my pussy with his mouth.

And I do mean attacked.  He wasn’t gentle, he wasn’t sweet … he was an animal!  Using his forearms to hold my thighs apart, he used both of his hands to spread my lips exposing my tender pearl.  Capturing it between his lips, he began licking me wildly.  The dual sensation of being sucked and licked at the same time was intoxicating!

Wincing from the intensity of his oral assault, I tried to back away and move up higher on the bed.  But he wasn’t having it.  Releasing my lips, he grabbed my hips and held me still.  I was no match for his strength.

Holding me captive, he didn’t let up, not even for a second.  And the sounds he was making!  They were more growls than moans.

It was no use fighting it, so I surrendered to his tongue.  As I relaxed into the frantic pace he’d set, he eased his grip on my hips just enough to let me to move with him.  He was pushing me towards a quick finish and I grabbed his head to steady myself for my explosion.

And then he stopped.

One minute I’m inches away from paradise and the next I’m looking up at his smug face, wet with my juices.  Frustrated, I reached down to touch myself.  I couldn’t help it.  I was too close to the edge to be denied.

But he was fast, roughly grabbing my wrists before I could even get close.

“Oh hell no,” he said.  “You don’t get to cum until I say you can cum!”  And before I could respond, he flipped me over onto my stomach.

“One of these days, you’re gonna learn not to play with me, Sophia.”  As he said this, he pulled my hips up so that I was on my knees.  Telling me not to move, he grabbed a condom and put it on so fast, he was behind me again in no time.

“But since you like games so much,” he continued as he shoved his thick dick inside me.  “I’ve got a new one for you.  I get to do whatever I want to you, but you don’t get to cum until I say so.  Understand?”

He was pounding into me so hard, I could hardly breathe, much less answer him.  He didn’t like my silence.  SMACK!  His hand slapped me right on my ass!

“I asked you a question, Sophia,” he growled.  “Do. You. Understand?”  He punctuated each word with a smack and a thrust.

Somehow I managed to mumble “Yes!”  And the pounding continued.  God it felt good!  Dropping my shoulders, I arched my back so that he could go deeper.  This is also the trick I use to better engage my clit and get me closer to orgasm.  But he knew exactly what I was doing.

SMACK!  “I said, you cum when I tell you to cum!”  SMACK!  “And I’m not ready to let you cum yet!”

Pulling out of me, he turned me over.  He was kneeling on the bed and turned my body so that his enormous cock was in my face.  He yanked off the condom and tossed it aside.  “Suck,” he said, holding the back of my head.  “Suck your dick!”

And so I did.  And I worked it, too.  I figured the better I made him feel, the sooner he’d give me the relief I craved.  As he moaned and thrust his hips, I tried to sneak and play with myself while he was distracted.  But he caught me.  He held onto my free hand while I used the other one to stroke him as I sucked.  He finally came a few moments later.

He held me tightly while he caught his breath.  While he basked in the afterglow of satisfaction, I was still so horny I couldn’t see straight.  But as hard as I tried to press my aching pussy up against him, he remained just out of my reach.

“You ready to stop playing games with me, Sophia?”

“You started it,” I reminded him.  “Talking about ‘a little touch’.  What did you think would happen?”

He answered me with a tender kiss.  Then he leaned down and began to gently suck my breasts.  And as wonderful as that felt, it only made me hornier.  I tried to nudge him lower.  It didn’t work.

Sitting up, he said “If my mouth is down there, I won’t be able to tell you when to cum.”  Grabbing another condom from the nightstand drawer, he had it on in seconds.  Then he gently nudged my thighs open and to my pleasant surprise, entered me with a nice, fat hard-on.

Then, propping himself up on his elbows, he began to drill into me with short, rapid-fire thrusts.  It felt so good, my eyes rolled into the back of my head.  Every few thrusts, he’d angle his hips differently and come at me from this angle or that, never losing contact with my clit.  But it was that spot he was hitting on the inside, though!  The sensations were so intense I couldn’t breathe!

Desperate for him not to stop, I grabbed his ass.  He shook his head.  “Uh-uh,” he said, never breaking his stride.  “No hands, Sophia.”  Somehow I knew that if I didn’t comply, he’d stop.  And I couldn’t let that happen.

So I clutched the sheets instead and prayed that he’d keep doing exactly what he was doing.  He didn’t disappoint.  With every fast or slow thrust, with every long or short stroke, he hit my spot like a pro.

Soon the pressure started to build.  I knew it was going to be a big one because it started at the bottom of my feet, moving its way up my body like a slow tidal wave.  My toes curled and my back arched.  And every single one of my nerve endings felt exposed and raw.

“That’s it,” he whispered.  “I can feel it coming.  Just hold on a little longer for me, Baby.  Don’t cum ‘til I say …”

“Please,” I moaned.  “I need to …”

“I know, Baby.  Just a little longer …”

Then he started rolling his hips and going even deeper … and harder.  Oh God, it felt exquisite!  And it was torture not to be able to let go.

Finally, in a strained voice, he showed me mercy.  “Okay … okay … cum for me, Sophia!”

The explosion was massive.  It tore through my body with such force it knocked the wind out of me.  And the relief was instantaneous … I felt so light and free, like I was floating in the clouds.

“You okay?”  When I tried to answer him, I couldn’t make my mouth form words.  My mouth was dry and I seemed to have lost control of my jaw muscles.  So I just nodded and mumbled something nonsensical.

“You must be sex drunk!”  He chuckled, pulling me closer in his arms.  And that was the last thing I heard as I drifted off to sleep.

*Royce isn’t his real name, of course.  I always change the names and a few details to protect the not-so-innocent.