Never Cum Before I Get Home From Work (Part 3)
Editor’s note: This post by Staci is a work of fiction. Read Part 2 here.
When I lay down on my bed under my blankets I was so eager to grip at my underwear. The cotton was soaking wet with my scent. I don’t think I’d ever been that turned on before or since. I started to frantically rub at my clit with two fingers, and then firmly poked my tips in and out until I caught the inner edge of my lips with the corner of a fingernail and slowly started to cum. I was lost in the moment, thinking about Harris, and I felt the whole room starting to shake like I was in a rocket about to lift off… with so much heat exploding off the launch pad.
Just at that last moment of the countdown before I was about to cum, I heard an authoritative knock on my open bedroom door. “Put those fingers away missy,” Harris growled in a low gravely voice. I couldn’t believe I had forgotten to close my door before I started… or had he opened it while I was busy? I’ll never know. My body was completely under my blanket but he knew exactly what I was up to… Harris always saw right through me.
“You save that all up!” he said. “Every drip and drop.” My face flushed bright red with embarrassment. I stared at myself in the full-length mirror hanging on my bedroom wall so that I wouldn’t be tempted to make eye contact with him. My nipples were harder than diamonds as I pinched at them when Harris interrupted me again to say “You cum and you’ll be awfully sorry about it afterward.”
Was that a threat? I was so horny, but now I was afraid to cum because I didn’t want to get caught. All I could do was bite down on my blanket to keep myself quiet. I used three fingers to wedge my pussy open in each direction as the cool air and a rain of my own juices began to compete across my clit. My breath escaped me and I started panting as I looked under the blanket at my drenched fingers while pushing them in as deep as my wrist would allow.
“Pleeease” was the only word I managed to say.
“If you’ve cum before I’ve gotten back from work, I’ll know the moment I slip my thumb inside you,” Harris explained. “You can touch yourself, you can think all about it, you can get as close as you want… but that cherry better be as ripe for me as it is now at the moment I’m ready to pluck it.”
I almost came right at that moment just from hearing his words and seeing the dark hunger in his eyes.
“Yes sir,” I mumbled in response. My whole body tingled and I wasn’t sure how I would make it through the entire day without him. In less than thirty minutes he had gone from being my mom’s boyfriend to the man who owned every emotion and urge I was capable of giving to him. That night Harris came did home, while my mom was out at her weekly book club, and he had me all to himself… but that’s another story 😉
