The Man Who Wouldn't Come

Stephen had a problem with sex.

His problem wasn't enjoyment. He loved sex. He tried to be as good at it as he possibly could. He read books on the subject. His only goal was to make his partner come as hard as possible and only then think about his own orgasm.

He loved going down on women the most and was especially proud of his ability with his tongue. Figuring out the right combination of pressure, movement, strength, fingers and more to make them come as hard as he could.

And his problem wasn't his cock. He wanted it bigger, but at 6 inches it was fine, and he had been told by multiple partners his girth was much above average, which helped him out and feel better about the length.

No, Stephen's problem was the fear of creating children.

Stephen had never wanted kids, and the thought of it happening accidentally was horrifying.

So, as a rule, he never came inside a woman. Even if he was wearing a condom and they were on birth control.

He would get close and then come on the woman's stomach, breasts or ass. The closest he came was an old girlfriend who convinced him to come on her pussy, and even that felt weird.

He knew it created resentment. A lot of women he'd been with felt he didn't trust them. That he couldn't fully be with them.

They didn't want a creampie every time, but sometimes they wanted to feel like he couldn't help but come inside their wet, clutching pussies.

It made them feel lesser and not trusted.

But Stephen just had this block.

And now he was with Louise. They had been together for a couple of years, lived together, and Stephen genuinely loved her.

The sex was great. Louise's blow jobs were the best he'd ever had, and boy was she bendy.

Stephen loved nothing more than pushing her legs high over her head and pounding her gloriously wet and tight pussy, while she rubbed her clit and came all over his cock.

Louise loved it too. It played into her submissive side in bed. She wanted to be called a slut, and to be told that she should be open to Stephen's cock at any time.

She wanted him to come inside her. It felt like it completed his dominance in bed. Yes, coming on her tits (or only once on her face) gave her a similar feeling of being used, but being pinned down, fucked hard by her man and then feeling him come in her was a very hot thought for her.

And she was protected! She had a coil fitted.

But she knew Stephen's hang-ups, and understood because she loved him.

It wasn't that Stephen didn't want to do it either. He wanted to come in Louise. He worried she thought, deep-down, he didn't trust her. Their goals on no kids were aligned after all.

But the fear was too much to let go.

That weekend they were due to go away. It was Louise's birthday, and Stephen had booked a beautiful hotel in the Cotswolds. Open fires, beautiful stonework, great food. The whole nine yards.

Louise knew they would be fucking. She loved hotel sex - it felt a little more kinky, more free.

And she determined she was going to get at least one creampie from Stephen.

But she wanted him to want it. She knew Stephen's fantasies centred on being so horny that it made people do something they normally wouldn't in the heat of the moment.

So she hatched a plan.

They checked in and settled into their room. It was about 3 pm, and having travelled, Louise jumped in the large walk-in shower.

As she cleaned her body under, she could feel her pussy get wet as she knew what was about to happen. A few gentle strokes on her clit made her shudder. She was going to make her move and get her come.

The bathroom door opened, and Louise stepped out. Stephen had showered just before her and was lying on the bed in a towel.

He looked up at Louise. She was fully naked but with a face full of the sluttiest makeup he'd seen her wear.

And the glasses. Those goddamn glasses that made her look so fucking sexy.

His cock swelled beneath his towel. He'd been abstaining for a week because he wanted to fuck this weekend. A lot.

And here it seemed was round one.

Louise sashayed to the bed, crawled on and was on all fours over his body. She reached a hand out and opened his towel to reveal his hard fat cock.

She took it gently in her hands and lowered her lipstick-covered mouth over the head.

The heat from her mouth was incredible, and he could feel her tongue sliding underneath his shaft.

Her technique was insane - a combination of hand, mouth and tongue working as one to milk his cock.

He could see the shade of her lipstick all over his shaft as she bobbed her head up and down and slid her lips over the length of his cock.

"That's a good slut.", he muttered. Louise moaned around his cock at those words. She was a proud, smart, strong woman, but in bed? She wanted to be treated like a little slut. To be taken.

The blowjob was working too well. Stephen knew he had to stop her before losing himself in her welcoming mouth.

He grabbed Louise's hair and pulled her gently off his cock and up his body. He kissed her hard.

With speed, he grabbed her shoulders and flipped positions, Louise now on her back, Stephen on top.

They kissed for a good while until Stephen lifted his head and kissed her neck, his mouth and tongue trailing lower.

Her nipples were super sensitive, and Stephen made sure to spend time licking, sucking and caressing them. Louise moaned under his ministrations, knowing where Stephen's tongue was headed.

He kissed lower and lower, trailing his tongue down until he was lying with his face over her pussy.

Gently, he placed hands under Louise's legs and pushed them up and back to get access to her.

Louise always felt exposed like this, but it appealed to her slutty side, and she helped Stephen by spreading her legs.

She knew Stephen's tongue was coming, and after a while so would she.

Stephen's tongue traced a gentle line from the bottom of her wet slit to the top. She tasted delicious.

He loved it.

He spent minutes just gently tracing his tongue up and down, teasing her pussy open. His tongue found her clit and then danced away quickly.

But soon it was time to settle into a rhythm.

Stephen had found that a fast, insistent flicking motion with his tongue just under Louise's clit was what worked.

He started to do just that. In short bursts first, before his tongue would move away only to return for another burst.

But Stephen knew that ultimately Louise wanted a consistent rhythm to relax into, and he settled in for as long as it took. Stephen wanted Louise to know he loved this. That he was never going to ask, "Have you come yet?" Or sigh and huff about how long it was taking.

In return, Louise trusted Stephen truly loved licking her pussy and relaxed into his rhythm.

Moans escaped her mouth as Stephen went to work.

Stephen knew Louise was into what he was doing when a hand was placed on the top of his head, keeping him where Louise wanted.

Stephen kept up the same insistent rhythm whilst trying desperately to stay on target as Louise's hips bucked underneath his tongue.

He pinned her down the best he could to keep up the rhythmic pulses of his tongue.

He knew her body well enough to know if he was too hard or not hard enough, and as Louise approached her orgasm, he was just trying to cling on as her hips pushed her pussy up and down.

Stephen's only thought was to keep going. Louise was now grinding her pussy into his face. He tried to breathe when he could, but frankly, if he passed out making this goddess come, it would be worth it.

"I'm gonna come!" Louise moaned breathlessly.

Stephen knew that meant he just needed to keep the same pace and pressure as best he could.

Suddenly Louise tensed and moaned in ecstasy as her orgasm overtook her. Stephen never stopped. He knew better. He licked and licked and licked until Louise's sensitive pussy became too much for her and she had to push away his head. Even then, he carried on until she felt him tap his head playfully and say, " Stop! It's too much."

Stephen pulled his head up. His beard slick with Louise's pussy and crawled up over her to kiss her.

He then sat back on his knees between Louise's legs, his thick cock now ready to go.

He grabbed one of Louise's legs and put it up over his shoulder before lining up his cock with her soaking wet pussy.

Slowly, he savoured the feeling of his cock being devoured by Louise's amazing pussy. So hot, so wet, so tight - it felt like it was made just for his cock alone.

He buried himself to the hilt and then leaned down to kiss Louise gently.

As they kissed, he started to move his hips, smoothly sliding in and out of her. Feeling her warmth wrapped around him. Savouring how it felt.

Making love like that is great, but so is fucking and after a while Stephen felt the need to go harder.

Stephen was on his knees now, torso upright, one of Louise's ankles in each hand. He looked down to watch his cock disappear repeatedly into the wet folds of Louise's pussy.

Louise was loving this. This slow, hard, rhythmic fucking. She knew it was time to start her plan, but also she wanted to come again.

Her fingers found her clit and caressed it whilst Stephen fed her pussy with his cock.

Stephen knew that it was on him to keep this rhythm until she came whilst not coming himself.

"That's a good girl," He said. "Are you going to come on your man's thick cock?"

"Yes! Fuck me with that cock. Make me come again! I'm such a fucking whore for that cock."

"I'm going to fuck my good girl's pussy all over this room. You're going to spread those legs whenever I want it."

"Yes, sir. You can fuck me whenever you want. My pussy is yours!"

Louise's fingers turned into a blur, her orgasm building.

"Good girl. Good girl. Come on my cock!" Stephen commanded.

Louise's body tensed, and she came hard. Stephen felt her pussy clenching around him, and he almost went over the edge into orgasm.

He leaned forward and kissed Louise as she was coming down, his cock still embedded deep inside her.

"Your turn", she said, smiling.

Stephen grinned and started to move his hips. He could just focus on his orgasm now, Louise having come twice.

But this time Louise started talking to him.

"Do you love fucking your good girl's pussy? You love feeling how wet I am for you?"

"God, yes"

"It's your pussy. Treat it like it. Make it yours now."

"What?"

"Lose yourself in my pussy. Pump as much come as you possibly can deep in me. Make this your pussy for all time."

"Louise..." Stephen uttered, but his hips wouldn't stop. They wanted this.

And deep down he did too.

He loved Louise. He trusted her.

And now she was asking him to show it in the sluttiest way possible.

"That's it, sir. Use this pussy and don't pull out. Come in me. Please. "

Stephen's head was awash with pleasure, his hips rutting into Louise's pussy with abandon.

"Do it. Make this pussy yours. Come deep in me!"

Stephen's brain snapped. He just wanted to come now. His thrusts sped up. Louise's words were in his ears, telling him to let go. He placed a hand around Louise's throat. Not enough to choke but enough to show his dominance in that moment.

With a roar, his orgasm hit. For a frozen second in time, the head of his cock felt like it might explode, and then come erupted uncontrollably out of his cock into Louise's welcoming pussy.

His hips moved on their own as the pleasure overtook him, and he emptied himself into the woman he loved.

He collapsed onto Louise, careful not to crush her and their lips met.

"You little minx." He chuckled

"Felt good, though, right?" She smirked.

"Dear God, yes."

"Well, this is your pussy now, sir, and I did offer to let you fuck it whenever you wanted..."

"You want more come in your pussy?"

"In it. On it. On my ass. On my tits. My face. Wherever."

Stephen kissed her. This woman he trusted completely.

"Good girl", he said.