James: Mr. Nude International Pt. 06

Olga quickly got bored with the riding crop. She stood over James, who was still on his hands and knees, wondering what to do next. "Lie on back," she barked.

Once in that position, Olga saw that James was in a state of full arousal. She knew that his cock must have been aching for a release. How to best tease James into thinking that an ejaculation was about to occur, and yet still deny him. That was the question. She was in control. She could do whatever she wanted. This man-child with the donkey dick and the inexhaustible supply of semen was at her mercy. This is what they taught her at the academy. She lived for this moment

But at the same time Olga also knew the limits of James' penis. He was such a horn-dog that his cock could explode at any minute, even without her doing anything to incite it. James was one of a kind. Olga was intrigued by the way James' penis reacted, how it was constantly waging a battle between firmness and softness. She also accepted that she had the best fuck of her life with James. That had happened out of nowhere; Olga had just gotten caught up in the moment. And it was kind of cute the way he acted towards her; like a little puppy dog.

Olga liked teasing James and toying with him, but she also began to think how good she felt when James had rammed his big cock into her vagina yesterday. She couldn't mount him now; he'd cum in seconds. But if he shot off a load first, perhaps she could extend her pleasure.

Olga began to think of the best way to get James to ejaculate. She could always have him masturbate, but that was already getting stale. Time to try something else.

Olga sat down at the edge of the bed and summoned James to her. She had him lie down at her feet. She took a pillow and had James place it under his head. That way he would not have to strain his neck to check out her milky white thighs. Olga grabbed James' legs and pulled them up towards her. His body was now at a forty-five degree angle. Olga admired James' cock, which was bulging. The veins were practically popping out. Taking her thumb and forefinger, she carefully massaged his shaft, digging her nail right into a huge vein on the underside of the shaft. Mr. Penis was oozing and leaking with pre-cum.

By simply using her finger and thumb she had James panting and grunting. Olga's hand was so gentle, so warm, James' cock twitched and ached for release. James could look up and see a trace of white panty between her legs, but this thrill was nothing compared to the pleasure that Olga's fingers were bring to Mr. Penis. The fluids in his cock were surging to the top. James wished that he could bottle this sensation and keep it forever, but before he could come to grips with that thought, he let out a loud roar.

Olga had angled his cock perfectly, and the first blast of semen exploded on to James' forehead. Blast after blast of the warm white stick stuff kept spurting out, each subsequent one spraying in several directions. Semen clogged his eyes, his nose, his hair, and his chin. He could feel the warmth of the liquid on his lips. James was so overcome with the spasms of orgasmic delight that he barely noticed, or cared, where the semen was ending up. Olga, his darling Olga, had taken care of him. He knew she would, or at least he hoped that she would. She really did care about him.

That was the moment that James decided he would throw away his life, if necessary, and do anything Olga asked of him. Anything.

Olga was standing up, surveying the damage. James was lying blissfully and contentedly on the floor. His cock was still hard, if not total erect. But that would change soon.

Olga removed her skirt and bent down to take off her panties. James was in orgasm heaven and he didn't even bother to enjoy the view. Olga noticed. He'll pay for that, she thought, removing her blouse and bra. That donkey dick will be begging for mercy by the time I'm through with him.

THE END