Precision: A Just So Story (for Masturbation Monday)

This is my sixth post for Smutathon 2018! Eight of us are spending 12 hours today furiously writing erotica, blogging about sex, taking filthy photos, and generally producing smut in all its glorious forms, to raise money for the Abortion Support Network. To find out more, to enter our sex toy raffle, and most importantly to donate to an excellent cause, click here!

This piece of flash fiction is also a response to the latest Masturbation Monday post, featuring a photo of the lovely Amy Norton.

Sean shifted uncomfortably on the soft mattress and waited for Jess to come back from the bathroom. The stockings always fit her perfectly, but his thighs felt like they might burst out of them at any moment – and they weren’t the only part of him threatening to explode.

Jess stood patiently behind the bathroom door. She could hear his breathing, quick and shallow, as he clenched against the plug in his ass and tried to stay still for her. An engineer by trade, Sean valued precision above all else, and Jess knew he’d balk at letting even a hair fall out of place for as long as he could help it.

Clearing her throat, she stepped out onto the bedroom carpet and moved slowly towards him. The arc of his straining erection caught the light from the lamp on the wall and Jess smiled at how thick it looked. His balls bunched up against the base of his cock and when she really narrowed her eyes she swore she could see it quiver.

Sean opened his mouth to speak, then thought better of it. Her game, her rules, that’s what they’d agreed. Her stockings too – they hadn’t agreed that part, but as he looked down at the rows of black and white, joined together at the point where his legs met, he had to admit to himself that it added a certain something to proceedings.

“No no, baby, you keep quiet for now.” Jess crawled onto the bed and circled thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock. “In fact, it’s probably best if you don’t speak at all.”

She leaned down and swiped her tongue over him. Sean gasped, his left leg bending reflexively till his knee shot up towards her. Jess sat up and slapped it away, then stared at him with a frown on her face that he wasn’t quite sure was real.

“Oh, there’ll be no more of that. Here’s the deal. You want everything to be just so, and it drives me fucking crazy. Well now it’s your turn to see how annoying it is. You see the stripes on those tights? Well unless you keep them perfectly lined up while I suck your cock, you won’t get to come tonight? What do you think about that?”

Jess didn’t wait for a response. Her lips slid down over his cock and she tightened her grip on it, the rest of her fingers closing round the base to form a fist. Sean pulled chunks of bedsheet between his fingers and bit hard on his bottom lip, fighting the urge to thrust up into her mouth. With her other hand, Jess found the hooked end of his metal butt plug and forced it deeper inside him, smiling around his cock as it twitched in response.

She pulled away sharply, a string of saliva flying off the tip and down onto the top of Sean’s thighs.

“Did I just feel your legs move? Hold on, let me check.”

Carefully digging the sharp nails of one hand into the flesh around his hip, Jess ran the fingers of the other between his legs, pretending to line up each alternate pair of stripes. She could tell that everything about his current predicament was pushing Sean closer to the edge, and she reflected on that for just a few seconds. It promised all sorts of things about their future play together.

Pursing her lips, Jess resumed her smooth, tugging rhythm on his cock and this time took as much of it as she could to the back of her throat. Moving hand and mouth together, she stroked it faster and faster as his thighs tensed and trembled beneath her. With a final gasp that she felt rather than heard, Sean pumped ribbons of jizz over her tongue, his cock a deep, angry red when she pulled away to watch the rest shoot over him.

Jess sat up and glanced down towards Sean’s feet. Two perfect rows lined up behind her, marred only by the sweat that pooled under his knees and along his bunched leg muscles.

Sean propped himself up on both elbows and they locked eyes, each willing the other to speak first.

“Well,” Jess said, drawing out one syllable into three. “I guess there is something to be said for precision after all.”