She sauntered into the bedroom wearing nothing save the diving knife holster strapped to her thigh. To complete the image, she had wet her blond mane, and combed it straight back, giving the appearance of having just stepped from a pool. Her skin glowed enticingly with the sheen of baby oil, a reasonable facsimile of sunblock. Placing a hand on each hip she established her conditions. "I know what you expect," she announced defiantly, her chin held aloft to convey an arrogant confidence. "And you will receive it, but everything has its price. The price of my attention is your ejaculation. Do you understand? You are not to come, regardless of the need." I lay back against a swarm of pillows gently stroking a massive erection, which by now was oozing excitement from the tip. I begged to be allowed to climax, referencing a long denied release as mitigating circumstances, but she would have none of it. "Oh, I am well aware of your goals," she scolded. "But, that only engenders precautions," she continued, patting the knife strapped to her delicious flesh. "The most timid of squirts will see the head of your cock off," she hissed, her voice descending into a raspy whisper.

At that she mounted the bed and crawled like some savage dick rending beast toward my vulnerable meat. Her heavy breasts capped with two of the palest pink puffy nipples hung invitingly, swaying this way and that. By the time she arrived I wanted to spray her face with my need, but I restrained myself. Moments like this should be savored. Instantly she clamped two delightful fingers with steely force at the very base of my shaft and engulfed the purple tip of my cock completely within the torrid recesses of her mouth. I shook a little, as much from the wantonness of her actions, as the sensation of her tongue.

Before long, my penis began to jerk and spit yet more precum in her mouth, inspiring her to remind me of my place. "Hold...it...in" she commanded haltingly, as though speaking to someone with a learning disability. As if to prove her point, she deftly withdrew the knife from its holster and brought the dull blade to bare against my hot, throbbing flesh. It was in fact, our "toy" as she was fond of calling it. Something of my own manufacture, a harmless product of my garage shop. I did my best to forget its benign nature, thrilled at the idea of being in such a position at her mercy. "Yes, yes," I gasped, somehow forcing the semen to subside for a moment.

Doubling her enthusiasm, she achieved an inhuman vacuum on the shimmering, purple head of my organ, torturing me further with a tongue that danced and flicked over the urgent surface. I was at the precipice, and she knew me so well. "I'll do it," she hissed, summoning her most convincing fierce facade. She began to saw the blade ever so subtly against my raging flesh. I trembled a bit in reply, and she engulfed the entirety of my most sensitive bits with her sultry mouth. That was enough, my body went rigid. My penis flared impressively again and again as boiling semen raced up the shaft. She moaned with aroused approval as the first salvo ejected with some force against her velveteen cheek, and eagerly gulped down what followed.

As I attempted to recover my strength, supporting myself against her pillow collection, she lapped the last of my offering from the head, occasionally delving her tongue into my urethra to ensure nothing was missed. She giggled softly as I shuddered from her ministrations, and when she was sure she'd had the last of it, gazed softly into my eyes. "One day I really will take it," she purred, tracing our toy around the circumcision scar of my spent flesh.