2 comments/ 66951 views/ 17 favorites Under the Thumb By: realbigsid69 They had been out once and he was beginning to find her more alluring. At only 24, he was 6 years her junior. She was in his sister's year at school, although they didn't hang around together. She enjoyed her job as a librarian and even at school had always been a demure character, never revealing too much of herself. They walked back to his flat and she agreed to stop off for a short time. Leading her to the lounge, he fixed her a drink then joined her. He was thanking his lucky stars when she let him kiss her and then touch her stunning legs. It had taken him ages to get a date with her. He was in the library a lot and after 8 attempts she had finally agreed to go on the date. It had seemed to go well. Her light brown hair was shoulder length, over her usual attire of cardigan and skirt or skirt suit. Her legs were simply stunning. She rode her exercise bike daily and it showed; quite often she didn't wear tights as her legs felt comfortable without them. As his hands wandered over them, she adjusted herself on the couch and he was gliding lower. Without thinking, he had ended up on the floor and her skirt had ridden up her legs, almost to her waist. Becoming more bold, he kissed the inside of one thigh and then his mouth was kissing her mound through her panties. She parted them with her fingers as his tongue gently tasted her sex, delicately tracing a line over her lips, then taking more bold sweeps of his tongue up and down. After a few minutes she put her hand on his head. "Take them off" she said and he slid her knickers down. She adjusted her position again, slipping her thighs over his shoulders as his mouth came back into play. Parting her lips, his tongue tasted inside her. He swept up again to her clitoris and boldly sucked the little nubbin before licking it forcefully. "Slow down a bit" she quietly said and he let her hand on his head push it down again. This time he concentrated on fucking her with his tongue, driving it into her. She shifted almost imperceptibly, leaning back a little and sighing as she looked up at the ceiling. His mouth moved upwards and captured her clitoris again, as one hand came down to grip his hair vice like. "Fuck, don't stop, I'm going to cum!" she yelled and as she climaxed, her thighs tightened, clenching his head. He softly brought her down from her plateau as she sat with her eyes shut. In post orgasm bliss, her thighs had began pressing down on his shoulders, forcing his mouth lower. It glided over her pussy lips before approaching the thin separation, then it tickled her arsehole. "Mhhmm" she murmured and he guessed she was enjoying that. It seemed almost instinctive the way her legs lessened in pressure now. His tongue lapped insistently, before her anus relented, almost welcoming it in. Then he felt her hand on his head again, pressing it in. He tried to move upwards but her legs increased in pressure again. "Keep doing that" she said and he mentally shrugged and continued. Time ticked by and her hand occasionally pressed on the back of his head, driving his tongue in deeper. Then when he thought it would drop off with exhaustion, his tongue received a break as she adjusted to let him lick her out again. He attacked the task with almost gratitude, using evey trick he knew. She prevented him from reaching her clitoris but seemed happy to let him fuck her with his tongue. At last, the excitment became too much. "Up a bit, I'm going to cum again" she groaned and her firm grip descended to his hair again as she thrashed against his tongue. Finally, after what seemed like an hour on the floor, she relaxed her grip and smiled down at him. "Thanks, I needed that. Now be a dear and call me a taxi will you?" she said. "Um, but well...." he began, surprised and disappointed it wasn't going further. "That was fun, but I'm tired and besides, the best things come to those who wait" she said to him matter of factly. He had no choice and called a cab. Soon, she was at the door, looking as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. "You can call me during the week and I might see you next weekend" she said. Then she was gone. He soon retired to bed, intending on lying on the mattress but dozing off. Waking up some time later, with the smell of her still in his nostrils, his hand went around his cock, soon cuming to an image he couldn't get out of his head. The sight of her quietly but coldly regarding him as he fucked her with his tongue. By Tuesday, he had called her and she had asked him to pop by her work that Friday evening. Arriving, the customers were gone as were the staff. She let him in, although she appeared a little moody. "Is everything okay?" he ventured. "Oh, bother. I've got to sort these damn books out, it's frustrating!" she snapped and with that she walked to an aisle with him following. Her mood didn't improve any as her skirt was very tight and she couldn't walk fast. "Would you believe it shrunk in the wash. It's bad enough having to get all the books back tonight but it'll take me ages walking at this pace!" she declared. "Why don't I put them back for you?" he offered encouragingly. "You would take even longer, you'd have to know where everything is and you don't" she snapped again. "Well, um, if it's just you here and the library's double locked by you anyway, why don't you um, take it off?" he blurted out. The faintest hint of an amused smirk crossed her face but was quickly supressed. She didn't say anything but instead, undid the zip, removed the skirt and folded it over the back of her chair. Picking up a pile of books, she walked to the biography section, giving him the image of her perfect legs and ass retreating. Then she stopped. "Well? Are you going to stand there or keep me company?" she said without turning round. He trotted after her and had the pleasant view of her stretching to reach a higher shelf, her taut legs looking stunning. "Can I help?" he asked. "I can't reach this damn shelf, I'm fairly positive this is the right section but I'm not 100% and you wouldn't know if it was right or not. Okay then, if you want to help, you can give me a shoulder high up there" she declared suddenly. He approached her and knelt down, letting her swing her legs over his shoulders then rose gently so she could reach the shelf. She seemed to take ages; by the time he lowered her to the ground, his shoulders were feeling it. "Stay there, I think I've forgotten a couple of books" she said and swung her legs back over his shoulders. He could feel her sex against the back of his head as he held her steady, his hands on her thighs to make sure she stayed still. At her command, he lowered her down again. She backed up a little as he was about to speak, bringing one asscheek into contact with his lips. "Mhhmm, you know that might me relax" she said and he realised she assumed he meant to kiss here there. Hoping this might make her turned on, he kissed her intmately on the other cheek while she busied herself with checking where another book went back. Then he approached the cleft and parted her knickers at the back. His mouth moved closer to her asshole and he felt her lean forward, just a little, but enough to allow his tongue to reach her properly. Her opening resisted at first, then he was through and beginning to spear her. He continued until after 5 minutes, she moved back, dislodging his tongue. "C'mon then, keep up" she encouraged him and went to the next aisle. He did the same again, rimming her as she replaced most of the books. At one stage, his tongue ran down a bit to caress her slit, causing her to shiver. "Not yet, wait until I've finished the books" she chided and he went back to her ass. In half an hour she had put all the books back and his tongue was becoming tired. "Now that made it a bit easier. Follow me" she said and walked to her desk. She indicated he should position himself in front of her, then hooked a thigh over his shoulder and welcomed his tongue against her soaking pussy. He attacked it with relish, taking long slow tongue strokes up towards her clitoris, back to the bottom then scooping inside to scoop out her juices. Her hand came down to grip his hair and he moved up to flutter against her clit as she came hard against his face, muffling her sighs as she did so. When it was over, she simply walked to her skirt, quickly zipped it up then turned to him. "Right then, shall we?" indicating the exit. They left and walked to her car. She had a dreamy smile on her face as he drove her to her flat. "Thanks, that was nice. Now, I'm free tomorrow if you want to come round. I'm a bit tired tonight, it's been a long day" she said, smiling. "Look, I really fancy you and well, I hope I'm not being forward but I was hoping we could take things further" he said gingerly. She stopped smiling and looked offended. He was about to try to say something when she held her hand up. "I don't sleep around. I've told you I like you but remember, you persuaded me to go on a date with you, I didn't ask you. I'm not saying I don't want to have sex with you, but if you really like me enough to want to date me, to have sex with me, then you have to........you have to know what's going to really get me hot for you" she said finally. "Please, I don't want to offend you, I mean every time I look at your legs, I've never saw a girl with a pair of legs I find as attractive. And I don't want to lose the chance to date you to someone else" he added quickly. "I don't know, maybe I should think this over" she said and got out of the car. Then she stopped and coming round to the driver side, she looked down at him. "If you can avoid bringing up fucking, asking to fuck me or making out you are dying to fuck me, then I will let you fuck me. I told you, I'm a complicated girl but I'm confident if you break down my barriers, you're going to love the end result. I'm still going to get frustrated though" she continued. "If that's what it takes, then I won't indicate I'm 'gagging' for it, as you say. And I won't let you down either" he assured her - and he meant it. "Well okay, lets see how it pans out then. I've been honest with you - I mean, there aren't many guys that get to see my most intimate parts - although I am pleased at that part. I know it might seem selfish, but I, well, I just don't feel I'm being selfish when I'm being pleasured, quite the opposite in fact. Anyway, you did a good job of convincing me you weren't a lot more immature despite being younger and I'll give you that, you're a good conversationist. Call me on Sunday. It's probably best we have a night off tomorrow. If you're serious about winning me over completely, then you can try next week" she said and entered her apartment. He watched her perfect legs walking away and resolved he would not let her down. On Sunday, he called her, but it went to answerphone. He left a message, telling her he would try calling the next day and he thought she was sex on legs and a dozen other compliments. The next day he phoned her at work, telling her he would be the luckiest man in the world if her was under her desk while she had her fun with him. "Promises promises, you little charmer. Sorry, I was at my friend's last night watching a movie. I walked home after - my feet are killing me!" she exclaimed. "Maybe if you let me one time, I could massage them for you" he offered. "Mhhmm, that would be good. How about tomorrow night?" she offered. He could barely stutter a yes before she laughed and told him to be around at 7 sharp. The next night, he arrived with a bottle of wine and chocolates, traditional but she appreciated the gesture. He followed her to the lounge and took a seat on the sofa, while she opened the wine and poured 2 glasses in her kitchen. Coming back through, she clinked glasses with him and made herself comfortable on the sofa, grinning as she opened the chocolates and took one. "Mustn't have too many, I need to watch my figure!" she said jovially. "You don't have to worry about that, you look amazing" he ventured. "Compliments eh?" she said. "So then........" she said and left it hanging. "You, you want me to massage your feet just now?" he asked. "Hang on, you asked me did you not?" she said. "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I just wanted to make sure you were happy for me to do so" he said quickly. "Oh, alright. If you're any good, you can have a chocolate" she said, smiling a little to herself. He got down off the sofa as she extended one leg out a little, letting him take it in his hands. Her legs looked amazing from this angle and although he tried not to make it obvious he was stealing glances, he was sure she wasn't wearing any underwear. Concentrating on the task at hand, he began to kneed the ball of her foot with his knuckles, taking care not to hurt her. She picked up a magazine, occasionally taking a sip of wine as he continued to gently massage her foot. Her other leg came down and he was treated to a bit of thigh as she presented the other foot to him. "Would you like a chocolate?" she said. "Yes please" he replied, his breathing a little more rapid as the excitement of the situation began to arouse him. Not missing a beat, she picked a chocolate, swiftly leaning forward and placing it in between her big toe and the one next to it. "There you go" she said matter of factly and watched with more intensity as his mouth bent this time, using his tongue and teeth to prise the chocolate from her foot. His saliva caused it to melt a little and when he finished, he began to clean the excess chocolate off with his tongue. Moving to her other foot, he took each toe in his mouth, sucking gently on them as she went back to her magazine. She stopped reading it again and taking her wine glass, she very carefully and skillfully tilted her wine glass so that the wine trickled down the side a little but didn't cascade off. It caused a small trickle on one leg, then she did it to the other. Soon, both had small rivulets of wine running down them. "Clumsy me" she said without smiling and he needed no hint, as first his tongue and lips slid up one of her calfs. He did it to the other one, then moved to her knees. She made sure each leg was easily accessible until she pushed his head away gently. "Now for dessert" she said, her own breathing a little more charged as she anticipated the next course of events. Her glass allowed the trickle to slide along the inside of each inner thigh, until it reached her carefully preened cunt. Her kimono was at her waist now and she looked down at him. "I really don't want any of this to get on my sofa" she said pointedly to him and he moved swiftly to close his lips along each thigh. Having rained kisses and tongue strokes down each side, he approached her dark mound. Carefully kissing it, he sucked each drop of wine from her pubic area, before dipping down and then up again, along her slit. Each time he rose up, her legs again prevented him from exciting her too quickly. His tongue slowed it's pace and he took each angel wing in turn, sucking gently on them even as she flicked on the tv. For her part, the gentle slowing down of his oral stimulation was helping her to last longer. At each upward flick, she kept her legs positioned so he couldn't rush to stimulate her excited clitoris too soon. As she put the wine glass back on the table again, he looked up. She was eating a chocolate, looking relaxed as she regarded him below. Despite the stylishness of her flat, it did not disguise that he had been on a wooden floor for some time, while she was completely relaxed on her sofa. Suddenly, her legs eased on his shoulders, until her feet were tucked up on the edge of the sofa. His mouth hadn't left her sex and it brought her ass into direct contact with his mouth. Boldly moving on, he found her juices had made her orifice pliant enough to let his tongue slip in immediately. Her hand came down again to hold his face against her, forcing his nose into her slit. He fucked his nose into her slit, while his tongue fucked her asshole. This was the sexiest girl he'd ever met and he was desperate to reach the stage where she would fuck him. Thinking back to what she had said about being turned on at his eagerness, he decided he would prove it to her. "This is so amazing, I adore doing this to you. You taste amazing. I'd do this to you anytime you wished" he said in between rimming her. "Mhhmm, you sexy fucker, I love that sort of language. You really mean that? We might have to do this more often" she said, her voice full of lust. Her hand pulled his head up to let him lick her pussy again, until she couldn't take any more. "Fuck, don't you stop, lick my fucking clit, ah, I'm going to cum, so hard, ahh!!" she yelled, her now familiar grip holding his head to her. A little later, after he had licked her to another orgasm, she pulled him up, one hand on his head, the other around his neck. "Fuck me" she said simply; he was so hard by this point, he could have bored a hole through a wall. His only fear was that he would cum too soon. He threw her on the sofa lay on top of her on the sofa, entering her finally. Her gorgeous legs came around to grip his midsection, both of them crying out with lust as he drove into her again and again. She held onto him, only letting go as he shouted he was about to cum. Withdrawing, he splashed in spurts onto her breasts, the kimono a forgotten garment on the floor. Then he heaved a sigh of pure joy and opened his eyes to find her giggling at him. "Go get a tissue then" she said and he grabbed one, hurrying back to clean her up. They retired to her bed and he rose early at 5.30am to get back to his flat in time to change and head off to work. He also had to rise at 5.30 in order to wake her with an orgasm, courtesy of his mouth. Once she was satisfied, she told him he could head off and he left quietly. On the friday, she informed him she was going out for a drink with some of the girls. "If you want to see me, you could pick me up if I give you a call later" she said. "Sure, I'd be happy to" he replied, then realised that meant he could only have 1 drink at most if he was driving. Around 11pm his phone went. "Hi loverboy, get your ass downtown and pick me up" she said mockingly, clearly a little drunk. After getting directions, he arrived to find her saying goodbye to her friends. Even in her business suit, she was stunning but still demure. She didn't say much to him on the way to her flat, but once in, she asked him to get some water and bring it to the bedroom then get in the bed and wait for her. He did as she bid and a few minutes later, she came in. Her clothes were uncerimoniously disgarded as she approached, wearing just a baggy t-shirt to sleep in. He didn't realise her intention until she was in position, as her thighs quickly appeared on each side of his head, her crotch sinking down until it was poised above his mouth. "You said you wanted to do it more often, well now's your chance" she said, almost as if she were granting a favour. There didn't seem much room for debate as she sank down and let his tongue begin its work. A tiring half an hour later, she finally reached a tipsy orgasm and rolled off him, falling asleep soon after. He was out with some friends of his own on Saturday night, then he asked if he could cook her dinner on the Sunday. She arrived, wearing a sleeveless top and light trousers. His scallop salad seemed to meet with approval although she had indicated she did not want to drink anything. "Lets go through to the bedroom" she said suddenly and he almost tripped up, following her eagerly in. Under the Thumb Ch. 02 That weekend, they were in the same position. She had insisted he come round to her place and an hour later, he found himself tied to the bed, as she straddled his face, facing his feet. She had already had one leisurely orgasm and he understood she wanted to take her time before coming again. "Do you think I'm sexy?" she asked him. "I think you are the sexiest girl ever" he replied. "Good. Hold that thought" she said, sliding forward a little and taking his cock in her hand. It also brought her ass over his mouth and she let him gain entry with his tongue before her hands seemed to get busy again. A half hour of rimming brought her soaking pussy back on his mouth with an audible slopping sound. "Yes, lick me, fuck, lick my clit now!" she groaned as she came against his tongue hard. All in all, it was two hours later she untied him and slumped exhausted onto her bed. "Could you pull the door firmly shut on your way out" she said. It was clear she wasn't bothered about him staying the night. That week it was worse as he was dying to fuck her but she was either 'too busy' or 'too tired'. After much coaxing, she had finally agreed to come round to his place on Thursday night but was heading off to meet some old school friends that weekend. He opened the door to her and she strode in and sat on the sofa. She was wearing a very prim and proper outfit today; which on her just made her look even sexier. blouse and cardigan, skirt above the knee in a sort of tartan design and heels. "Can I get you a drink?" he asked her. "Just a cup of tea" she said and he put the kettle on then returned, sitting on the seat beside the sofa. "So em, what do you plan to do this weekend with the girls, anything exciting?" he enquired politely of her. "Nothing much - we're going for drinks on the Friday night then a girly meal out on the Saturday. Sunday, I'll head back at some point" she said. They continued talking about mundane stuff until he fetched her a cup of tea through. He noticed her taking her shoes off too. "Are your feet tired? Maybe I could massage them for you" he said hopefully. His hope was that she would become more and more turned on to fuck him before she went away for the weekend. "Yeah they are actually. Go on then. No, hang on you'll rip my damn tights. I usually wear those fairly sturdy hold ups but I was in a rush this morning so it was the cheap last minute tights. Hang on" she finished and swiftly hooked her thumbs under her skirt, bringing her tights down and off her legs. He didn't waste any time and began to massage them for her. She was doing a good job of not noticing at any rate so he tried harder. After 5 minutes on each foot, he changed tack; he brought his mouth onto her toes while his hands continued to caress the main portion of her foot. When he was engrossed in it, she glanced down at him, idly wondering how long she could stand this before she would want his mouth in other areas. Or if he would ask her before she had to hint or tell him to move on. Having him actually ask to do something she wanted him to do anyway was a real turn on and her thoughts strayed to the object in her bag again. Leaving her right foot for the 3rd time, he looked up hopefully at her. "Um, perhaps I could do other things that might relax you" he said earnestly. "Such as?" she said, giving nothing away. "Perhaps I could go higher - may I kiss your legs please?" he asked. "Okay, but go all the way up" she said, seemingly content to play along with this little game. His delicate oral attempts glided up her calves, kissing them all over before he reached her knees. As his mouth moved towards the tops of her knees, she helped her skirt shuffle around her waist, leaving her crotch exposed to him. Letting him part her knickers, she decided to enjoy an orgasm first before she introduced him to her little 'gift' and perhaps another session of oral. Below, his tongue parted her cunt lips and his breath was harsh from arousal and desire. As she came down from her orgasmic plateau, she pushed him away. "Strip your clothes, then lie on the rug, on your back" she said and he hurried to do so. Once in position, she removed her skirt completely and mounted his face, facing his feet. Once descended, she told him not to lick until she said so, then reached inside her bag. Her hands were a blur at his waist as she swiftly fitted the cock harness on, letting it lock shut. He was about to protest, she knew it, so looked at him over her shoulder. "Now, it's just a cock harness. And look, here's the key. Now, here's the deal. The thought of you wearing one is actually more arousing to me than you could imagine. I mean, if I knew you were wearing it all weekend then I would be dying to unlock it on Monday and have you fuck me silly. Or perhaps I could release you shortly, although I can't say when I'd next let you fuck me. So I know it's not exactly what you were thinking, but you have been keen to have me absolutely gagging for your cock and this is how you could get me in that state. So, what's it to be, let me have the key and come relieve you Monday, or let you have the key and well, who knows when I'll get round to wanting some cock. What option?" she quizzed directly. His mind was a turmoil, struggling to take it in. He had began to realise she was actually very sexually inventive, very sexy, very amazing and a little selfish but this was still unexpected. The idea of her walking through the door and tearing his clothes off was so tempting and he thought, if he could simply occupy himself all weekend, the reward would probably be worth it. "You keep the key" he said, sounding genuinely worried. "Good! I'm happy you've made the right decision. Now then, seeing as I'm poised like this" and as a way of finishing her sentence, she sank down to sit on his face. As his tongue came up to caress her slit again, she subtly moved forward, bringing her anus into contact with his mouth. His tongue began the slow task of entering it, while she looked at his crotch. Although he was clearly on the verge of erection, he couldn't quite get one due to her contraption. The feeling of control it gave her was immense and it was as if her perfect fantasy relationship was being slowly realised. A young, gorgeous guy, sexually generous at pleasing her body and mind, obedient and willing to go without to give her more pleasure. As she felt his tongue gain entry and begin to rim her fairly deeply she could relax, knowing the rest of the night would result in a couple more orgasms at least for her and Monday would be great fun. Eventually, the excitement became too much and she rode his face to an earth-shattering orgasm, the sight of the cock cage sending more shivers through her. She rose and sat back on the sofa as he rose to a sitting position on the floor. "Keep me on the boil" she said and lazily cocked a leg before dropping it over one of his shoulders. He knew she meant 'don't make me cum, but still give me great oral' and began a familiar task. He used long, slow sweeps of his tongue over her entire pussy before dipping down to lick insistently at her ass again. She was almost torturing herself aswell though, as the sight of him on his knees, pleasuring her, knowing he wasn't going to get any was making her incredibly horny and she contemplated releasing that magnificent cock and fucking him all night. But she didn't; it would be so much more wonderful on Monday to release him and she really did intend on getting as much cock as possible next week. But this little contraption could be part of their sex games from now on. He had already shown obedience by wearing it and was slowly becoming, if it were possible, the perfect boyfriend in every way. She might even give him a blow job she was so turned on. Under the Thumb Ch. 03 She decided to stay the night and snuggled up to him while they went to sleep. In the morning, he got ready for work, asking her to pull the door shut on her way out as it locked automatically. As he was having a cup of tea and reading the paper that was delivered daily, she called him through to the bedroom and beckoned him for a goodbye kiss. "I cannot wait for Monday honey, but aren't you going to give me something to remember you until then?" she said and opened her legs. He swiftly kissed over her stomach and settled to try and give her a quick orgasm but she skilfully kept him away from her clit. His mouth sucked on her outer lips, moving to her slit, then down to her ass. He had been planning on going in an hour early to get away early but that was unlikely now. She kept one hand entwined in his hair, idly contemplating that an orgasm first thing in the morning was the best way to wake up. Half an hour of his tongue had her powering towards orgasm and she clutched his hair tightly and nearly screamed the house down. Afterwards, she purred contentedly as he brought her down from the plateau. "Mhhmm, I think I'll have a nap before I go back to finish packing. See you Monday" she said and letting him go, she rolled over onto her stomach. He had just enough time to splash his face to lessen the scent of her and gargle some mouthwash before bolting out the door and made it to his desk just before 9. The cock cage was a constant reminder of his weekend in chastity that she had coerced him into. The thought of fucking her loads the following week was the reward that swung it though. Somehow he struggled to 5pm and headed straight for the local bar, meeting a couple of work colleagues and proceeding to get very drunk, his way of dealing with the fact that he wouldn't even be able to masturbate later. Saturday arrived with a sore head and he cooked a late brunch and settled to watch some Saturday TV. By early evening, after a brisk walk and a trip to the video store to rent a film, he returned and felt the familiar 'hangover horn', which was inevitable. Pulling off his tracksuit bottoms, he looked at the contraption. It was well made and even trying to get an erection was slightly painful. He decided to go to the gym in the complex where he lived and attacked the weights and cardio until he was exhausted. Then he headed back to his apartment to shower again. It was a smart move as he managed to drop off to sleep fitfully. The next day was all about tidying the flat and then a browse in the bookstore that afternoon. By early evening, he was settled for a quiet night, when the phone rang. "Hi lover, how's the weekend going?" she said to him dreamily. "Oh, hi sexy. Em, not bad, what are you doing?" he asked her. "I'm just out the shower; we're going to watch a film tonight. I'm lying down, the water just drying on me, touching myself. I wish you could see me" she teased. This was torture and he was struggling to think of anything except her stunning naked body while she described how she wished he was touching her. "Okay lover, I must go; anyway, perhaps we'll catch up tomorrow night" she said. "I thought you were definitely coming round" he said. "I've got my vibrator with me. I'm going to cum then get dressed for the cinema. Bye" she said in reply and hung up. It was a test of endurance to sit, incredibly turned on and be able to do nothing about it, knowing she wasn't coming round until the next night or possibly the night after. She was still able to have her enjoyment and it took all his willpower to switch off and try to sleep that night. By Monday evening, he was relieved to hear the phone ringing. "Hiya, I'm back but I'm pretty tired. Perhaps you could pop round here?" she said. "Sure, give me 5 minutes and I'll be there" he replied, hanging up and getting ready in record time. He dived into his car and even had time to stop off at a florists, arriving at her door with a fresh bunch. "Thanks" she said by way of greeting, taking the flowers from him. She was wearing her silk kimono again and lounged on her short sofa instead of sitting. There was a tiny bit of space at the end but as there were a pile of magazines there it didn't seem to be an available seat. Pulling one leg up a little short, she watched him intently. He bent to kiss her foot and began to scatter little kisses along her leg. She adjusted her seating a little, turning slightly so that both legs were now facing him, as he was kneeling beside the sofa. She wasn't wearing any underwear either and as he was about to lick her moist lips, she put a hand to his head. "Don't people usually ask before they do something nice?" she said, smiling a little. "Um. Please can I lick you?" he asked her gently. She didn't reply immediately, but instead seemed to ponder the question. "You may, slowly though" she eventually said and settled comfortably into the sofa as his tongue sought entry to her wet cunt. He used every trick he knew, even going slowly, to excite her but she controlled the position of his tongue with subtle directions of his head, keeping it away from her clitoris. As he dipped down to rim her, she pressed on the back of his head, causing his nose to push into her slit. "That's good, keep doing that" she said and lounged back while he juggled the art of breathing, rimming her and fucking her with his nose simultaneously. It was becoming difficult and eventually, she pulled him up to her clit. He immediately began to suck on it, while he strived to give her an orgasm. "Shit yes, keep licking my clit, that's it my pussylicker!" she yelled in ecstasy as his tongue coaxed a long orgasm out of her. Thighs clenched and his face was wet all over from her secretions. At last, she pushed him idly away and stood up on shaky legs. "Follow me" she said and entered the bedroom. "Strip, then lie on the bed" she commanded and as he removed his clothes and hopped onto the bed, she discarded her robe, her body glistening. Mounting his face, facing his feet, she let her crotch descend to his face as he gently licked her slit again, while she reached forward to play with his cock harness. "So, would you like this to come off?" she teased. "Please. I won't cum too soon, I promise. I'll try my best to give you the best sex ever" he intoned, almost desperate for her to free him. "Mhhmm. Well, I am horny and I want you to fuck me so I'm going to take it off. But I want to ask you something. I've been thinking about things while I was away and I'm quite pleased at the way things are going. I must admit, I am becoming addicted to your tongue. And I was thinking what would make sex more interesting and exciting. I do enjoy it but I've got a few suggestions and it would be great if you agree with my ideas" she said. "Of course. And I can't wait to fuck you. I enjoy using my tongue too" he said, hoping she was going to unlock him any minute. "Good. Well, my idea was that I want to regulate when you cum. What I mean is that I don't want you wearing a cock cage all the time. It's quite big and I want it available to fuck me without getting a key every time. However, I like it when you can cum in large amounts, I think it sort of, well, it makes you manlier. So I think it's a good idea if you avoid masturbating, as this will only reduce the amount of cum you produce if you've been whacking off too often. So, I think for now, until you can control your desire to cum, it might be an idea to wear this cock cage, just on a temporary basis. Now, here comes the good part. This is going to make me very horny, knowing your cum is being saved for me. I'm glad you enjoy oral because I'm getting used to it regularly and if anything, I think I want it more often. So, let me summarise what I'm suggesting" she said, as his tongue still licked gently along her slit. "I control when you cum. But I want to control my own orgasms. So, if I want oral for example, I want it, you know, with a snap of my fingers almost. And remember, you want to turn me on so I fuck you more often don't you?" she said to him. "Em, of course" he agreed, wondering what she was going to get him to agree to. "Good. In that case, it would be nice if you were to ask me more often if you can go down on me. I know I enjoy it, but it lets me know you enjoy it that way. It's also a real turn on and as I say, you turn me on, I'll let you fuck me more. But no masturbating. So, as a trial, I'm going to take this cock cage off, but it goes back on afterwards. We'll take it off each time we fuck but it always goes back on after. I think a month or two will be enough for you to get used to not playing with it all the time. How does that sound lover?" She asked, as if she had just come up with some amazing compromise. "I'm, well, obviously if you are happier in control, then I guess that's the way it should be. But, you know, what happens if you don't maybe want to have sex for a few days or something like that?" he said worriedly. "That's the good part. We can still have sex, well oral sex, but you know, still a type of sex. And the better the oral, if you do it with no thought of what it might lead to and make me feel really special, well, I just know that cock of yours will be in action pretty regularly" she concluded. Skipping off him happily, she fetched the key and unlocked his genitals. The feeling of relief was immense and climbing back onto his face, she took his hardening member in her mouth, engulfing him deep. He came within 5 minutes and initially kept her mouth around his cock, before pulling off and letting him spurt freely. His desperate cock, delighted at its freedom, stayed hard. Getting on all fours, he needed no invitation to mount her from behind. His 1st orgasm meant his staying power lengthened, as did his strokes inside her pussy. For her part, she could feel herself becoming aroused again. "Fuck me in the ass" she gasped and he needed no 2nd invitation for that. He was covered with her juices and his earlier rimming had helped relax her anus. She grimaced, then sighed once he was in and beginning to stroke his length into her asshole. Within minutes he was sinking up to the hilt and beginning to lengthen his strokes inside her. She came, gripping the end of the bed as she stroked her clit, while he fucked her ass. Withdrawing, he spurted another load of cum onto her back. They both lay exhausted but contented before his cock showed signs of stirring again. Turning her on her side, he slipped into her and for the next 20 minutes, they kept a steady rhythm, until at last he could hold back no longer. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum again!" he groaned, withdrawing and splashing onto her thigh. She let him calm down and relax then got up to wipe his cum from her. Returning, she found him almost asleep, his cock finally flaccid after the session they had. Taking the cock harness, she swiftly attached it, as he sleepily tried to ask her what was going on. "Nothing honey, just putting it back on. Now then, wasn't that worth waiting for eh? Imagine if all our sessions were like that" she said to him. He realised the harness was there to stay for the time being and wondered how long it would be before it drove him mad again with desire. They curled up and in the morning, he gave her a long, slow orgasm on his tongue. She asked him to come round that night and he hoped the cage might be something she would want him to remove but didn't ask. That evening, he arrived to find her not long home from work. She wasted little time in making herself comfortable on the sofa, her skirt neatly folded over a chair as he inevitably knelt and let her slip her thighs over his shoulders. "I could get used to this after work. Perhaps you should come round - obviously there will be some nights that we simply can't for whatever reason, but otherwise, you can start this as a pleasant new routine" she said to him as his tongue dipped into her fanny deeply. "Yes darling" he intoned. "And another thing, I think it would be best if you didn't hint about that harness. A guy who whines about stuff is a real turn off and I'm pleased to say you are not a turn off. In fact, just act as if it's not on. I can guarantee you'll have me eager as ever to get the thing off, as long as there are no hints. Okay dokay?" she said, as if it were a favour being granted. He really didn't want to lose out on great sex but he was worried she might go for days and days without wanting to fuck him. He also knew she was being honest. If she said something turned her on, then it turned her on. If something put her off, then it put her off. "Whatever you say darling" he finally agreed and she settled back to enjoy his tongue. It did become a habit for the rest of the week. She had him come over to pleasure her on and off for the evening with his tongue, acting as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Then on Friday, she asked him to come by her work after 6pm. Once she ushered him in, she asked him to put back some books for her. He did so and returned to find her skirt discarded and her waiting for him. "You can keep me company like last time. Hurry up" she said and walked off to the nearest isle. He remembered the last time indeed and dropped to kneel behind her, his tongue seeking her anus. Once the books had been returned she had an orgasm then they went to his flat. She almost tore his clothes off and immediately unlocked the harness again. The relief was once again immense and he was even more overjoyed when she told him as long as he didn't masturbate, he could leave it off until Monday. Under the Thumb They kissed at first and soon, her top was discarded. As her trousers came off, she somehow ended up on top of him, as his mouth caressed a nipple. Before he could even move his mouth to the other one, she had moved her body lithely up until she was poised to straddle his face again. "I didn't really get the full enjoyment from this on Friday night, due to the alcohol. But I thought about it on Saturday. At least we don't have to have a quickie this time" she said matter of factly and dropped her cunt onto his mouth. He began to lick immediately, but she seemed to be dictating the pace of his oral ministrations.