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A Guest Post from M

Due to some extenuating birth control circumstances, right now Sir can not cum in my pussy. He’s taken this as an opportunity to be super strict about making me practice with anal. So now I’m no longer allowed to cum unless it is from him fucking my ass.

I cum super hard from anal, but it still takes me a while to get over my nerves and get used to the sensation, so I whined like crazy about this new rule. Especially last night: he had thrown my legs over his shoulders and was pounding into my pussy, and I kept feeling like I’d explode. But every time he felt me tighten up, he’d stop, leaving me breathless, and say, “If you want to cum, you know what to ask for.” And then I’d turn my head away and squeeze my eyes shut and say “No no no no.”

“I could go for hours, slut,” he said. “So you’d better make up your mind.”

I was so desperate I was sputtering and trying to complain but not making any sense. Eventually, Sir pulled out and came on my chest. He cleaned me off and pulled me close next to him on the bed. I didn’t notice it myself, but I was still so horny that I guess I was grinding on his leg a bit.

“I’ll make you a deal, slut,” he said suddenly. “You can come tonight if it’s from humping my leg.”

Which naturally I refused up and down. I protested that that was totally humiliating and animalistic. I just couldn’t, no way, too embarrassing, nope.

But my clit was still throbbing, and as Sir pointed out, I’m just a needy little slut after all.

So I did it. I closed my eyes and rubbed myself into his leg and came in about 2.5 seconds, mouth open, as hard as I’ve come in a long, long time.

As soon as I finished shaking, I buried my face in a pillow and just about died.

“I think that’s the most turned on I’ve ever seen you,” Sir told me afterward. “But don’t think I’ll be so generous again.”