[F4A] This is likely way too kinky for the A in anyone but... here goes nothing!

I really need to get a better bra, I grumbled internally as the door unlocked with a click, heels kicked off as I entered my apartment with a sigh of relief. Just one more day till Friday. But I couldn’t wait until Friday, not with you squirming about the entire time. God, I’m so fucking drippy!

I hadn’t broken out into a sweat, thankfully, but anytime I had to talk to someone at work my cheeks flushed red enough that from a distance it was entirely possible to mistake me for Elmo from Sesame Street. To make it even worse, it was just enough to keep my on edge for the whole day, never getting that final push to send me reeling, even now as hobbled to the shower on trembling legs. Before I even closed the door with my foot I’d already torn off the pencil skirt and sent the button-up work shirt flying alongside with it, my panties just barely holding back the throbbing erection that grinded up against you.

One thing no one ever tells you when growing up is just how good it feels to free your breasts from titty prison after a long day, letting them breathe in all the fresh air as nipples harden with the crispy touch. Although, I think my nipples were turned to stone a while ago. Stockings were next before I finally sat down on the edge of the bathtub, hands reaching around - shaking in anticipation - the hem of my panties before lifting them up to set free my massive cock, throbbing with a thick coating of precum along the top that had seeped into the fabric all around. As I peeled them off, my balls clinging to the threads a soft moan escaped my throat, head swimming as I took hold of my shaft and lifted it up to release you from your prison between them.

One inch, your tiny form sandwiched between my heavy balls and throbbing, veiny shaft the entire day. Still squirming about, I reached down and plucked out out between my thumb and forefinger, pulling you up to height as I blew on you, no doubt gale-force winds to your trepid form, but welcome as I cooled you off. “I’m sorry dear, I know I said I’d wait till Friday but I just can’t,” I cried out in an apologetic be, my cock serving up another dollop of precum as the other hand tightened around the base. Between my fingertips, I began to guide you down, slowly passing through the air towards my helm.

“I’m sorry, I know I sa- Mmm!” I kept apologising, more to myself than you until I was cut off by the unstoppable moan that barged through my lungs unabated to drown out the thumping of my heart with the primal and guttural sound that made my throat quiver. Shrinking pills weren’t enough, I’d gone for the extra sensitivity for my cock when selecting it, and even though you were but a mere inch I could feel every single movement you made as you thrashed around atop my slit, kicking specks of fluid away as I swallowed you up.

The hand at the base turned to a deathgrip as I tensed up. A whole day of edging will do that to you, balls tightening and cock swinging like a pendulum if not for the vice like grip I held. Each breath was now a short gasp that sounded more like a bumpy road than anything else, the occasional shrill moan passing through as you sunk lower and lower, my hand moving more and more with each layer you made your way through. “Oh… oh you feel so good,” I moaned out, my hand starting to stroke and immediately flooding my mind with tsunamis of pleasure, sinking me to the ocean floor as my tongue lolled out with a little drool passing down, dripping onto my cock that had only your head left to swallow. Size doesn’t mean everything, but as the drowning in bliss began to take hold, I was thankful at the edge of my mind for selecting the monster between my legs.

My thumb hovered over the top of my twitching cock with just a quarter inch above your squirming form and hand latched on as I prepared to smother you in my cum. “I-I… I’m gonna cum!” I shrieked in warning as the lower hand sped up to a neck breaking pace. Moans and groaning overlapped until I was an erratic purring machine.

Cock and balls clenched up with my toes, fingers curling around as I rocked myself along the enamelled rim, the first load shooting up like a fire hydrant. It’s amazing what heightened sense can do, as I felt your helpless body crash against my thumb headfirst, drowning in a torrent of unending cum; I refused to stop stroking. Four spurts, six, ten, a whole week’s of pent up cum from my swollen balls emptied out along your body in mere moments, and more still, my hand ordered to milk me until I was bone dry.

It was a good thing you didn’t need air, otherwise you may very well have drowned. I on the other hand, with cum running down my legs like a river and head reeling from the chain explosions that had been set off, teetered on the edge with muscles drawn so tight I had to mentally will myself to believe they weren’t cramping, the warmth flooding into every inch of me and seeping into my very bones was unbelievable and yet… I craved even more.

A hard breath, my first real one in what felt like hours. Another, broken in two as the beads of sweat rolled down my head and landed on my still limp tongue, still dripping saliva down onto my lap. Salty.. I mused, grinning down as I pulled my ‘capping’ hand away, your tiny form floating along the surface. So adorable, I wish I could see their face when they wake up in me… I wistfully wondered, smiling like a mother as I pressed you down into the depths.

Prompt Status: Closed

A very kink Rainbow.

Did you read the title?