"Q!" I call out as I open the door to your apartment, walk in, and leave my keys on the key rack. Porkchop runs to greet me, wagging his tail excitedly. "Where's your momma," I ask, but of course the only response I get from him is trying to jump on my legs so I can lift him up, which I do and carry him to the kitchen. "Here bud, let me fill your bowls because apparently your momma is too busy somewhere else in the apartment to do that."
After I fill up Porkchop's bowls, I head towards the back of your apartment, towards your bedroom and adjoining master suite bathroom. When I poke my head into your bedroom, I hear the water running. I quickly shed my clothes to go join you in the shower, but when I reach the entrance into the bathroom, I see your head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, as your fingers quickly move in and out of your pussy. "So, I see that someone couldn't wait until I came back from traveling this week, could they," I say mischievously, which causes you to jerk your head forward, eyes wide with pupils blown. You slow your motions to almost a stop. "Oh, please. Don't stop on my account. I'll be right back," I say as a head back into the bedroom.
When I come back in, your eyes widen when you see what I have in my hands. "Baby, what did I say would happen if you got yourself off while I was away on my business trip?" You start to tilt to your head down, but I lightly take your chin and lift your face back up and arch my eyebrow. "I said that if you got off while I was gone - "
"That you were going to punish me tonight," you whisper with a groan.
"Yes baby, I did say that. And you're going to enjoy your punishment when it's all over with. Now, let me see how wet you are." Sighs come out of both of our lips when I slide one finger through your slick folds. "Looks like someone was enjoying themselves, huh," I say as I slowly push one of the ben wa balls inside of you. You gasp at the cool ball sits against your pelvic muscles. "Do you think you can take another one, baby," I ask you once you regain composure. You nod your head affirmatively, so I place the other ball at your entrance and slowly push in until the ball and my fingers are inside of your pussy.
With both balls and my fingers inside of you, I slowly start to move my fingers in and out, in and out, in and out, curling my fingers and causing the balls to hit your g-spot on every upward thrust. "Are you enjoying this, Q," I ask as I nip your earlobe, causing you to shudder.
"Y-yes," you moan. "Please, San, more. I want more."
"More is for good girls, Quinnie. Are you a good girl? I think not since you were in the shower playing with yourself when I walked in. Couldn't wait for tonight, could you. Are you close to cumming?" When you nod your head yes, I abruptly pull my fingers out.
"Baby, please. Inside of me," you beg.
"No, Q. You don't get to cum right now. You're going to keep the balls in and clean up and then we're heading to my flag football game. While we're there, you can think about the reason why you're in this mess. And," I say as I nip at your hard as a rock nipple, "if you cum while watching me play, I'll draw your orgasm out even longer tonight when we get home." The sigh you make as I step out of the shower is enough to make me want to fuck you right there, but delaying your orgasm sounds much better right now, one that's making me beyond soaked.
Two games and a championship trophy later, we're finally back in my Jeep, heading to your apartment, "How are you feeling, baby," I ask, knowing that it must have been torture for you to sit there with the ben wa balls in during both games, so close to the edge, yet not allowed to fall over. You turn your head and just glare at me, throatily saying "take me home."
Once at your door, I unlock it using my key and let you inside first. As soon as the door is closed, you push me against it, trying to get some type of friction going against your clit. "Babe, uh uh uh. Bedroom. Now." I tell you with a swift slap to the ass. You moan as I walk in front of you, shedding clothes on the way to the bedroom.
Immediately upon entering the bedroom, I grab you by your hand, pulling you closer. "These clothes need to come off. Now, Q," I say before I press my lips hard against yours, biting your lower lip as I pull away. You whimper at the sensation, but quickly shed your clothes. "Good girl, Quinn. Now lay on the bed and spread your legs for me. I wanna see how wet you are." The lust alone in your eyes at that moment are enough to make me want to take you quickly, but what kind of punishment would that be? You scoot back until the backs of your thighs hit the bed and start to move backwards, but I grasp your thighs, keeping you were you are. "This is good, baby. Now, let me see that beautiful pussy of yours."
You spread your legs open, your folds dripping with arousal. I bite my lip at the sight. It's like every time we fuck, it just gets hotter and hotter with you. I lower myself to my knees and press a brief kiss to your swollen clit before flattening my tongue and running it up your slit, gathering your wetness. "Delicious, baby," I say with arousal evident in my voice before I return my tongue to your entrance and press inside.
Soon you're grabbing my hair, pushing me closer against your pussy. I nip at your clit as I bring one of my hands up to your slit, thrusting my fingers inside, hitting the ben wa balls that have been in all night while my lips suck on your clit. "San! Baby! I-I'm cl-close! S-s-so close! I'm going to sq-squirt!" I give a few more quick thrusts before stopping my actions. You moan at the stop of my actions. "Saniiii," you whine. "Please, baby. Let me cum."
"Not yet, Q. You were a bad girl and I'm not finished punishing you yet," I say as I remove the ben wa balls from your pussy. "Lay here and don't touch yourself." I back away and watch, just to make sure that you're going to do what I say. Your pussy is so drenched that you can see the shine of your cum even in the dark. I go to our toy box and rummage around until I find what I'm looking for. I quickly pull on the strap-on and turn around so you can see what I'm wearing. "Now, be a good girl and get on your knees." You audibly groan and move to get on your knees. But instead of being on all fours like I wanted, you kneel before me and take the strap-on in your mouth, looking up at me while doing so. It's so fucking hot watching you suck the strap-on that in that moment, I can understand why guys enjoy getting their dicks sucked.
"Q, turn around now." You let go of the strap-on with a pop before turning around and getting on all fours, ass up in the air as your juices drip down your pussy. I line up carefully, and slowly press the strap-on in. I let you adjust to it before I pull all the way back out and slam back in; the moan you make when I slam back in makes me clench my thighs together. I alternate between slow and rough thrusts, reaching my hand around to your clit when I know that you're getting close, if the moans and gasps are any indication.
My thrusts are getting sloppier and I know that I can't keep my impending orgasm at bay any longer, so I pull back out all the way and then slam into you hard from behind. The shout you make when I do it sounds like music to my ears. "Yes! I-I...San!" you shout as you begin to squirt everywhere. You press your ass back against the strap-on, grinding on me as you do so, causing my orgasm to hit while you're still cumming.
I soon catch my breath and slow the thrusts down as you whimper with the after effects of your orgasm. I go to pull out, but your pussy has the strap-on in a vice grip, so I wait and lay on top of you. In my position, your neck is ripe for biting, so I whisper in your ear "that's what you get as punishment," and then proceed to bite your neck, which causes you to squirt again.