Conference Anal Creampie, part 15

“Hmmm, I don’t think you should touch yourself. Do you?” she asked. I realized it was a command from her, and immediately stopped. She was a dominant woman, I understood, and I liked it that way. “That’s a good boy,” she told me when she saw me stop. “I don’t think you should cum yet. I think you mentioned cumming in me first?” I nodded. “Is that part of your fetish?” she asked.

“No, that’s a whole other interest,” I grinned.

“Hmmm, I see. Well, I guess you’ll have to make me cum first, and then I’ll let you fuck me for an anal creampie. OK?”

“OK,” I said. The anal creampie was exactly what I wanted, anyway.

She tucked her hair behind her ear, watching my reaction. “You think this is cute?” she asked. I nodded. “I do too, although it is practical. I like how my hair curls around my earlobe.”

“Fuck,” I blurted, because she had said what I was thinking. “I do too.”

“But I like untucking it when I give head,” she said. “I like feeling it sway when I suck cock. Do you like the anal creampie?”

“Yes,” I whispered. She knew me so damn well!

“If I suck you now, can you hold off and not cum?” Sandy asked. “I would love to taste that oozing stuff dripping from your cock, but I don’t want you to cum saving it for the anal creampie. Can you do that?”

“Yes,” I whispered again, although I was really unsure if I could actually hold off.

Sandy untucked the hair from behind her ear, then brushed it to make it straight, then squatted in front of me. Clearly, she liked giving head, and true to her word, her hair swayed as she bobbed up and down. To help me control myself, one hand tightly gripped my sack at the base. Even so, not cumming was a chore.

“Mmmmm, that was nice,” she told me, standing back up. My cock felt a sudden coolness as her saliva dried in the air. “Now, I think it is about time for you to tell me what you want to do.”

“I want to kiss your anal creampie,” I told her. She faced the mirror, and then smiled alluringly at me. I moved behind her, and slowly began to kiss her neck. My tongue swirled over the hairs at the base of her bob, and I thrilled to feel her silky hair brushing my cheek.