100 Days

“Mmmmmmm, yeah. He’s very good to me.” My voice has taken on that husky quality that means I’m really turned on. I don’t try to make my voice do that; it’s just an automatic reaction.

Malcolm starts walking toward the bed. “If you’re not a good boy,” I warn, “it may end up just being B.O.B. in here with me.”

That stops him in his tracks.

“What does being a good boy mean to you?” I can tell by the upturned corner of his mouth that he’s starting to enjoy this.

“I’m taking care of thin

gs over here, but I can’t really tell if you’re into it,” I say, trying to stall for time. I really should plan these things out better. “I think you should stroke your cock while I watch.” I push the vibrator back between the folds of my pussy and let out a small moan of satisfaction to emphasize my point that he should play along.

Malcolm’s sly smile widens as he reaches into his tight boxer briefs. I push the vibrator in deeper than I’d intended and the surging pulses surprise me. “Ohhhhh,” I exclaim. “That’s nice,” I say quickly, trying to cover. I have to keep control of the situation or Malcolm will think that he has a chance to take over. Not tonight.

I leave B.O.B. inside of me, working the smooth rubber shaft in and out of me just a little as Malcolm strokes the shaft I want to be in me instead.

I watch intently as he begins to jerk his cock. I want to see exactly what he does to himself so I can be better. My study of his technique is going to last about three seconds. Oh my fucking God. I’ve never watched a man stroke his own cock… well, at least not for very long. Some guys I’ve been with would stroke it a couple of times to keep it hard while we changed positions.

But there’s something completely different about a man stroking his cock for pleasure. I keep moving the vibrator in and out of me while I grow increasingly interested in Malcolm’s actions. The way his hand moves along his shaft, the skin bunching and sliding in time with his hand.

I love watching him get hard. At first, he’s mostly hard, but it’s still pointed downward, but as he works it, I can see the rigidity increasing.

Malcolm’s breathing speeds up. His eyes are squinting. My pussy’s getting so wet, I can hear the wet slopping sounds as I move B.O.B in and out of me. That’s when a thought crosses my mind that’s so deliciously depraved, I can’t help but act on it.

“You like stroking that cock, don’t you?” I keep my eyes locked on his as he continues to stroke and I keep the vibrator moving. “You know exactly how to handle that beast, don’t you? You’ve had a lot of practice. Do you ever jerk off while thinking about me?”

“Yes,” Malcolm says, gasping in a sharp breath. “I’ve thought about you while I’ve jerked off.”

“Do you like thinking about me when you stroke that long, thick cock?”

“You’re my favorite thing to think about when I jerk off.”

“Tell me what you think about when you’re jerking off and imagining me.” He opens his mouth and nothing comes out. I knew I would get him with that one. He might be willing to play along to a point but Malcolm’s too much of a controller to go along with this without being pushed just a little. “Tell me, or B.O.B. is going to finish the night for me.”

“I… I… I think about…” Watching Malcolm struggle for words is strangely sexy. I can see why he likes being the one in control. Turning the tables on him is really turning me on.

I shove the vibrator deeper inside of me. I think it’s pretty damn obvious that I don’t just want a mechanically-induced orgasm, but if we’re going to keep this game going, I have to at least look like I’m serious about the threat.

“I think about you stroking my cock,” he finally gets out.

“You like it when I wrap my fingers around your throbbing shaft and stroke you? Is that all that you imagine? Tell me a good story or jerking yourself off while looking at me in this sexy thong is all you’re going to get.”

“I think about how hot your mouth is when you first wrap your lips around my cock and how good it feels when you really suck on my cock,” he blurts out. I can tell he’s picking up steam. “I remember how good it feels when you run your tongue up and down the underside of my shaft.” Malcolm shudders with pleasure at the thought.

“Is that all?”

“No, I think about how tight your pussy is.”

“Is that your favorite part?”

“No,” Malcolm says firmly. Even he looks surprised by the voraciousness of his answer. I stop moving my hand, leaving B.O.B. buzzing inside me. Now I’m really intrigued.

“What’s your favorite part?” I prod him. Now I have to know.

“My favorite part is imagining other things I want you to do to me.”

“Like what?” I ask as I pull the vibrator from my hole and start running the tip around my clit again. I want to be ready for this answer.

“I imagine you straddling me.” His hand never stops pumping away at his cock. I’m surprised at how restrained he is. “I imagine grasping your tits as you lower your pussy over my cock. I think about pinching your nipples while you bounce up and down.” His words are like magic. My hand drifts back to my nipple and I start to tug as he talks. “I think about tasting you. I try to remember exactly how your cum tastes when I lick your pussy. I love that taste.”