Pt 2 We meet back at the bed where I have oil and our little massage table, and I work the rest of him, starting at his shoulders and back, going back to keep his feet warm. I tell him to flip over. I really want to start to torture him a little… his cock is right there and it’s not quite hard yet… I ignore it, brushing it aside with the back of my hand. I rub his hips and thighs. Thinking about the work they put in for me is starting to get me wet… I keep just brushing my hand again this dick, which is now fully aware of what is happening and wants the attention the rest of its owner it’s receiving. But I’m it’s owner. And right now, it has to wait. I move to his head, where his brain resides. His cock pulses, begging me to touch it and I giggle at the way it flops around while I’m rubbing his neck. He whimpers. I move to his chest and finish with his arms one last time. Honestly I just can’t keep my hands off them, his biceps and chest make me light headed sometimes. When I’m done with the very last finger, I place his hands on his belly and move away from him completely. I slide my fingers, arms, boobies and belly up and along his toes, shins and thighs, sitting my pussy on his feet, and start to hump. He can feel me, soaking, and let’s out a moan that must have originated from his cock. I slowly, slowly, slower than that, lick from his taint up to the tip of his cock, back down, back up, not too fast, to the tip. My lips part and I take him in, touching the back of my throat lightly and bobbing while he gasps and grabs the back of my head. I can tell he wants to slam my head down, but wouldn’t dare. So I do it for him, just for a second because it’s all I can stand but it’s enough to get him where I want. I let his dick flop out of my mouth and smack against his belly with a wet sound I know he loves. I tell him to take my panties off and just, sit on his cock. He’s losing it, he hasn’t done anything and yet there is a steaming hot wet ass pussy wrapped around his previously protesting, throbbing cock. Oh god, the look on his face, the way he’s looking around for a witness, somebody please tell him he’s not dreaming, I love it. The power switch is complete when I tell him to shut the fuck up, you’re not running this, I am. You’re not gonna hold back, you’re gonna cum when your body is ready. That’s what I want, to see you release underneath me, to give me the physical manifestation of your pleasure, erupting from you because you cannot contain it. I’m riding him the way I know he like. Picking it up, and bouncing on his tip so it makes that little popping sound, then dropping down to the base, stoking fulling before I sit on it and lean into him. “Have you enjoyed your treatment tonight my love?” “Yes,yes, yes yes yes” “are you going to give me my reward for working so hard for your pleasure?” “Anything, I’ll do anything” “Well, I got my ass all cleaned up for you today, I’d like it if my efforts weren’t in vain, or wasted.” He sighs, not able to wrap his head around it, this isn’t a dream? I grab his hand and slip a finger through the mess of juices coming from between my lips. I slide his finger higher, a little to the left… “o-oh yes, good, that’s a good boy…” he now knows what I want, and is making noises that make me want to cum just thinking about. I love when I can make a man whimper. It takes no time after this, this cock stokes me deeply one last time before he pulls out of my pussy and slips the tip of his cock into my asshole. I was prepared for him, so it was easy to take him in, and allow him to release himself into me. He’s clinging to me, like I’ll blast away from the force if he doesn’t hold me to him. I kiss his face and neck, and allow him to come out slowly, kissing his chest when he finally does. …I didn’t finish, and honestly I’m okay with it. Seeing his total release, the way he let me take control of his pleasure… I mean, maybe I did finish lol.