Becca Bellamy
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She Makes the Rules - Part 8
🕑 Added 2021-11-14 07:20:37 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
“How long has it been?” Hannah asked as she approached the bed.
“Almost five weeks,” Paul answered.
Hannah smiled and reached out to run her fingers down his chest, over his stomach, and between his legs. She bypassed his cock entirely, choosing instead to tease his inner thighs before taking his balls in her hand and gently caressing them. After five weeks without entry into his wife’s body and nearly two weeks without an orgasm of any kind, even a minor form of stimulation was enough to leave Paul in an aroused state.
“Do you know how many times Julian has fucked me in the past five weeks?” Hannah asked.
Paul groaned as she took his half hard cock in her hand. “I don’t,” he answered. “I know he’s fucked you an awful lot, though.”
“It’s almost as if I can’t get enough of him, isn’t it?” she replied.
Paul nodded and looked down to see his wife’s hand slowly moving up and down his now erect shaft. She stopped when a small drop of precum appeared at the tip and Paul sharply sucked in his breath when she bent over and licked up that little bit of sweetness with her tongue. It was the briefest moment of contact, but it was enough to put a smile on his face as he thought of the pleasure that would almost certainly follow as Hannah finally let him inside her after the longest sexual drought he’d experienced since they started dating.
“Do you think you can fuck me like he does, Paul?” Hannah asked.
“No,” Paul answered. He’d watched Julian and Hannah fuck often enough to understand that he wasn’t in the same class as his wife’s lover. Julian had a bigger dick, a better body, and what seemed to be more skill, though Paul couldn’t really define what made his technique better. It didn’t matter, though. Julian made Hannah cum harder than Paul ever had, so there was no question he was better and there was no point in clinging to the delusion that Paul could compete.
“That’s good,” Hannah said as she stepped back and pulled off the loose, soft sweater she had on. She took off her jeans and crawled into the bed and between Paul’s legs wearing a pair of black lace boyshort panties.
Hannah kissed his thighs and her soft hair brushed against his cock as Paul felt that wondrous kind of anticipation at the idea that he might end up in his wife’s mouth in just a few moments.
“It isn’t just my pussy that Julian has enjoyed so much more often than you,” she said. “It’s my mouth, too, isn’t it?”
Paul looked down at his wife and nodded.
“I’m not sure I can explain it, but I can’t help but want to go down on him when we’re together,” she continued. “I love having him in my mouth. I love the way he moans when I suck his cock. I love how hard he gets for me – harder than you get, by the way – and I love feeling him throb between my lips. I love how badly he wants me, Paul.”
Paul wanted his wife. He wanted her desperately. He knew his desire didn’t matter nearly as much as Julian’s did, though. He knew that Hannah was completely enamored with every aspect of fucking Julian and that Paul just didn’t compare.
“Do you want me to suck your cock, Paul?” Hannah asked.
“Yes,” Paul answered.
She smiled and kissed her way up his thigh and right past his cock. She stopped when his stiffness came to rest between her breasts. She gently wrapped them around his shaft, looked up, and slowly moved up and down, offering a kind of pleasure he hadn’t experienced in a long time.
“I’m not sure you deserve to get your cock sucked,” Hannah said. “Maybe that’s something only Julian deserves.”
Paul moaned as he felt a pure, perfect kind of pleasure.
“Let’s see if it’s as much fun to suck your cock as it is to suck his,” Hannah said.
She took him in her mouth and moaned, sending delightful vibrations of pleasure down his shaft and into his loins. Paul closed his eyes, grabbed two handfuls of the bed sheets, and unleashed a low groan of pleasure as Hannah’s tongue moved over the head of his cock.
“Mmm, that’s not bad,” Hannah said. “You’re smaller than he is so you’re actually easier to have in my mouth. It’s not quite as much fun, though. With Julian, I have this incredible need to make him feel good. It makes me wet when I go down on him. I’m always soaked by the time I take his cock inside me and it’s because I get off on blowing him in a way I really don’t with you.”
Paul looked down as Hannah slowly stroked his cock. She smiled and kissed the head before running her tongue over the underside. It felt spectacularly good, in no small part because two weeks had passed since his last orgasm and Paul was feeling pent up.
“What would you think if I decided that you don’t deserve to get your cock sucked anymore, Paul?” Hannah asked.
“You make the rules,” he answered.
Hannah smiled brightly, sat up, and climbed out of the bed. She took her panties off, left them on the floor, and straddled him. A moment later he was in her pussy. It seemed that Paul had answered her question correctly.
“I like that you make the rules, Hannah,” he said. “Sometimes they’re frustrating, of course, but I like that you’re in control.”
Hannah slowly lifted her pussy from his cock and sank back down again as she watched Paul’s face. She smiled, likely at the look of joy he wore. After five weeks without being inside her, Hannah’s pussy felt like a warm, wet wonderland that he wanted to spend the rest of his life immersed in.
“You miss my pussy, don’t you?” she asked.
“Yes,” Paul answered. “I miss it so much. It feels so good, Hannah.”
She rode Paul a little faster, seemingly spurred on by his intense pleasure. He reached up to play with his wife’s splendid breasts but she grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the bed.
“Did I say you could touch?” she asked.
Paul shook his head.
“I make the rules, darling,” Hannah continued. “And right now I don’t want you touching my breasts. I want you to lie there and enjoy my pussy. Concentrate all your energy on how good it feels to be inside me, for it might be a very long time before I give you the pleasure of fucking me again.”
She released his wrists and Paul kept his hands pinned to the bed. He watched Hannah’s breasts bounce wonderfully as she rode him and he kept his mental focus on the pleasure unfolding between his legs.
“Julian feels so much better inside me than you do,” Hannah said.
Paul groaned at the unexpected insult.
Hannah laughed and asked, “Does that turn you on? Do you like that Julian is able to satisfy your wife in a way that you can’t?”
“Yes,” Paul admitted. It was baffling, but it was true. Somehow he’d reached a place where he found it thrilling to be told that he couldn’t satisfy his wife like she craved.
Hannah leaned down and kissed Paul’s neck as she rode him a little faster. He could feel his orgasm approaching as his balls tightened and his loins tingled in that deeply pleasurable kind of way.
“My pussy craves him,” Hannah whispered. “It craves him in a way I never craved you, Paul. I get wet when I think about him. I get soaked when I’m with him. I cum so hard when he’s inside me. I’m thinking about him right now and it’s making me wetter than fucking you does.”
Paul wanted to grab her ass and fuck his cock up into her, but he kept his hands on the bed. She made the rules, after all, and Paul was quite certain that Hannah would deny him an orgasm if she was thoroughly annoyed with his inability to do as she instructed.
“Hannah, I’m close,” he said.
“You can cum inside me,” she replied before kissing his neck. “You can spill your seed in my pussy, but you’ll have to clean up your mess.”
“What?” Paul asked. “Why?”
Hannah sat up, put her hands on his chest, and rode him faster. She smiled and said, “Anytime you cum inside me you’re going to have to clean it up. Submissive men tend to forget their place and get headstrong after they’ve climaxed. Every woman on the Facebook group talks about it. They all suggested this as the perfect solution. You’re going to cum inside me and then I’m going to sit on your face and feed you your load. You’re going to eat your cum and while you do you’re going to remember that I’m in charge, that I make the rules.”
“Please, Hannah, don’t make me do that,” Paul said as he barreled towards an orgasm.
“I make the rules, Paul,” she said. “You can refuse, I suppose, but this will be the last time you enjoy my pussy if you do. Remember, I have Julian now, and if I tire of Julian I’ll find another man. I don’t need your cock anymore. Giving you my pussy is a gift, Paul. It’s not something you deserve. It’s not something you have any right to. It’s a gift I choose to give you when you’ve pleased me. If you can’t clean up your mess, you won’t receive the gift of my pussy ever again.”
Paul didn’t have time to think about it. The pleasure of his wife’s pussy was too intense. He came inside her and unleashed a series of wild groans as he deposited two weeks worth of cum into her pussy.
“I know that eating your cum is going to be unpleasant,” Hannah said as she moved her hips slowly, extracting the last of Paul’s cum from his cock. “But that’s precisely why you must do it. Just know that by cleaning up your mess you’re making your wife very happy.”
Paul felt a deep sense of relaxation and if he’d been allowed he would have drifted off to sleep. That wasn’t permitted, though. He had a job to do. He had to make his wife happy. He had to follow her rules.
“I’m ready,” he said. “Oh, and thank you for letting me have sex with you. I really do appreciate it.”
Hannah smiled, gently ran her fingers through his hair, and then lifted her pussy from Paul’s cock, dragged it up his body, and sat on his face. “Now clean up your mess.”
Cum flowed into Paul’s mouth. There was no stopping it. He didn’t even have to search for it as gravity did most of the work for him. The taste was unexpectedly awful and he gagged once, but there was nowhere for the cum to go with Hannah sitting astride his face. As more flowed into his mouth Paul swallowed. His throat burned as his tongue was quickly coated with semen once again. A two week load was quite large, as it turned out.
“That’s good, Paul,” Hannah said in a lusty tone. “That’s very good. Now put your tongue inside me to clean up the rest.”
Paul did as his wife instructed. He pushed his tongue into her pussy. Her sweet juices mixed with the saltiness of his seed, but the taste was far less repugnant than it had been at first. His mouth was coated in it and he’d gotten through the worst. There was nothing left to do but finish the job.
“Your cock didn’t make me cum, of course, so you can use your tongue when you’re done cleaning up your mess,” Hannah said. “Maybe I’ll let you make me cum twice. I’m sure you’d like that.”
She was right, though Paul would have liked to have made her cum during sex even more. He hadn’t lasted nearly long enough to get her there, though. She took longer with him than she ever did with Julian, which served as further proof that Paul was indeed inferior to the man that regularly fucked his wife. Julian never had to lick his cum out of Hannah, either. He wasn’t the one she dominated, though. He’d never agree to that sort of thing. He wasn’t that kind of man. Paul was, though. He knew that. He accepted that. He’d even come to embrace that most of the time.
He was the sort of man that allowed his wife to make the rules and for the most part, he had no problem with that.
