Every so often, say every six months or so since I began as a man in my position I get so horney that, I’m afraid, I forget all my good intentions about only having sex when Hannah wants it. This morning was one of those times. I have not come in a couple of weeks and, waking with a throbbing erection, I began to caress Hannah’s sleeping pussy. She was a bit moist and, knowing I would be punished, I tried to push my way in.
Hannah was more amused than angry and knowing how much I want her always arouses her. She took matters into her own hands as I whispered my apologies and my humiliation. “Darling I am so sorry my little cock couldn’t please you.” And then I had a clever idea: “I could advertise for a nice young man, black or white, your choice. I could serve you both drinks and then be sent to my corner while you had a really big hard cock in you.” Hannah bucked and squirmed, saying nothing, but clearly enjoying the image.
“Are you ready?” she gasped as she neared her edge.
I was. Too ready actually. I was leaking pre-cum and thinking about penguins and nuns. And, so, of course when Hannah came I was limp. She stroked and pinched my nipples but, the reality was that I had started wrong. I had tried to make love to Hannah instead of accepting that it can never work that way. I have learned my place in a way I never thought possible; when I try to assert myself sexually, my own well trained body betrays me and remembers to obey Hannah.
I got hard again a few minutes later. “Lovely Darling” Hannah said feeling my erection, “Time for you to go and make coffee.”