" ... But I get to make one condition to be specified only after you agree. Take it or leave it," I said in a last ditch effort to keep my position of superiority, even if it was imaginary.
I was praying she would leave it. There was no fucking way I could last that long in that moist steaming cauldron of her sexy mouth, so hot and moist, tight ... Stop it, you idiot! You'll lose before you start!
"OK. When do you want to lose?" she asked simply
Oh, shit I'm a goner. Maybe if I go jack off for a month solid...
"Right now. But I can't lose," I said with false bravado.
Her head snapped up so fast, I thought she would get whiplash. She knew, she could bloody see the condition I was in and what condition my cock was in. She could see it throbbing, lusting at her. She had seen me almost lose it when she had merely stroked it with her fingertip. We hadn't had intercourse for more than a week, because of the last week's events. I was loaded for bear and we both knew it. Shit, it was already glistening with oozing pre-cum in anticipation of her warm mouth engulfing it. Soft and warm, gently surrounding the throbbing head, even if only for one brief moment ... STOP IT!
She got up without another word and moved beside my chair. I turned my chair so she was between my legs. All she had to do was kneel down, lean forward and win the bet. She started to kneel down. I had to delay her for a minute. Focus on something else. I looked around the kitchen frantically for a diversion.
"Wait. I had a condition," I stalled.
She grinned at me, confident, too confident. I had to change our positions, somehow. Re-establish the smugness I had felt earlier, sort of.
"You're going to blindfold me?" she suggested sexily.
She batted her eyes. Fuck! She knew me too well. But it did give me an idea. Just maybe...
In answer, I reached up and loosened the black silk rope holding her robe closed. I pulled it free from the belt loops.
"Turn around," I ordered firmly
She did so with a saucy flip of her hips; a dare, a challenge.
I made a loop at one end o the belt and slipped it over her wrist. I pulled that wrist behind her into the small of her back. She resisted slightly as I caught her other hand and gently pulled it back behind her. She was strangely quiet, subdued almost, and there was a visible tremor to her whole body. The sauce had mellowed.
"Please, not this..."
It was a barely audible whisper. But she stopped before she finished.
"What did you say?" I asked, concerned.
She cleared her throat.
"Nothing. Just a bad memory."
I secured the two wrists together behind her. There was rope left over, and I figured 'What the hell. Let's go for broke.' I wound the rope up and around her forearms to her elbows, pulling each wind a little tighter, drawing her elbows towards each other. In testament to her flexibility, when I finished, they were touching. She had not made another sound. I touched her hip to indicate she could face me.
"Oh ... My ... God!" I was stunned
I was unprepared for the sight I beheld. Tying her hands behind her back and forcing her elbows together had the glorious effect of forcing her chest out through the open robe. Her breasts were standing proudly up thrust, firm and quivering with her - what - fear? Anger? She was definitely shaking.
Whether it was the conversation, the cool air conditioning, or (dare I hope?) her reaction to bondage her nipples betrayed her arousal as did the distinctive odor of her visibly dripping pussy. Even her swollen clit was visible. I had about as much of the upper hand as I was ever going to get with this wonderful woman. It was now or never.
I set my watch on chronograph and zeroed it out. I placed it on the arm of the chair facing her so we could both see it. She kneeled down in front of me. Instead of initiating the bet, as she usually did, she waited for my signal.
I nodded to her. "Now."
I waited until she had the head of my cock fully in her mouth before I started the timer. One of her eyebrows raised in a silent question.
I answered her with, "Just so there is no question when I win."
I sounded way more confident that I felt.
As she couldn't nod without defaulting, she merely lowered the raised eyebrow and closed her eyes. She shut me out, trying to help me win! Damn it all and fuck that shit. I got mad.
"I'll call the whole thing off right now if you don't try to win!" I snapped at her. I reached down and lifted her mouth off my cock.
"I-I-I'm ccccuuuummminnnggg," she gasped, visibly shuddering.
In a flash, ashamed, I was beside her on the floor, supporting her sagging body. Her breath stabilized after a long while, evening out as she lay heavily against my chest.
"Here, let me untie you. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to tie it so tight. It was stupid."
She shook her head, stopping me.
"No. Wait! Yes, but later. It's just been a long time since..." Again she didn't finish.
"Want to tell me about it?" I asked.
"Later, Lover. Damn, you're good..." Her sense of humor was back, anyway.
Catching her breath, she asked in a strangely submissive voice, "May I try again?"
I swore there was an unspoken word at the end of that sentence. Something like "Sir," or "Master." Or maybe I was dreaming.
"You sure you're up to it?" I asked
She snorted. "Are you? Oh, yes. I can see you are..."
I sat back up in the chair and scooted my butt forward to the edge of the seat. My iron hard prick stood straight up from my groin, within easy reach of her mouth. Again she waited for my signal.
I reset the clock to zero. Her eyes widened. And I thought I saw a malicious twinkle in them. Good, at least she was getting back to normal.
"Now."
As before, she leaned forward. Knowing I wouldn't start the clock until she had the whole head in her mouth, she took her time getting it all in. And, if the clock wasn't running, the restrictions of the bet didn't apply. She kissed and lathered and sucked and bobbed and tongued all around the tip of my cock, driving me fucking ape-shit. This was the competitor I knew and loved. But two could play that game.
Very smoothly I moved my shin to place my foot to about where I guessed her crotch would be. When her mouth was centered over my prick, I moved my foot up so it just caressed her pussy. Surprised at the sudden contact, she gasped, opening her mouth. I thrust up with my hips and her lips engulfed the entire head.
I started the clock.
She did her damnedest to win this time. Her sexy eyes never left mine. She had that sultry look down cold, and was beating down my resistance with those devilish dancing green eyes.
At 30 seconds I was sweating. The heat generated by her mouth was incredible. I could feel both her heartbeat and mine in the head of my cock. The more I concentrated on the twin beats, the closer they came to synchronizing.
At 45 seconds our heartbeats synchronized. I tried to blank my mind, but all I could see was Janey in her mother's place, kneeling submissively before me, her lips nestled at the base of my cock.
I quit trying to blank my mind. The way I was going that was a sure-fire way to lose.
At 60 seconds, trickles of sweat coalesced and trailed down my chest and pooled in my navel. This was more effective than a sauna!
Her eyes suddenly began dancing, sparkling with a vitality I had never seen in her before. When my foot, still directly under her crotch, got wet, I knew she had cum again. But she hadn't defaulted by moving, moaning or sucking. I glanced at the clock. She had cum at 90 seconds. We're only halfway. God! I'll never make it! Her eyes flicked to the clock with mine, then snapped back to capture my eyes again. I never thought of looking away. I should have.
If I had thought she was trying to win before, I was badly mistaken. Her current efforts at seductive 'come hither' looks were beyond anything I had seen before. The looks she gave me for the next 90 seconds would have seduced a statue.
She almost won. She took advantage of my foot below her and slowly lowered her body, capturing my foot with her sopping cunt. Her only reaction when I wiggled my big toe was to slightly close her eyes, shudder a bit and shift so it wasn't directly over her clit. I shifted it back, grinning at her and began a steady rotation of my toe over her button.
With my foot sort of trapped beneath her, she slowly turned her body without moving her head, letting her stiff nipples scratch along the hairs of my thigh, one after the other. I'll bet you never considered your legs as an erogenous zone. I sure hadn't. I do now.
The ends of the armrests on my chair suddenly snapped off in my death grip as the timer crawled towards the 3-minute mark. My eyes darted back and forth between her eyes and the timer like a trapped animal.
2:58
I could have recited every poem I have ever learned in the space of time from then until the end. And I was a poetry minor in college.
2:59
God could have done all 7 days of creation here. Twice.
3:00
3:01
3:02
I didn't cum. As surprised as I was, Sally was even more so. For the first time I saw something in her eyes that bordered on true respect. She respected control, especially the ability to control one's own sexual urge. She'd had to do so all her life. Her daughter did as well. I may have been the first person, male person, anyway, she could truly respect in that way.
3:30
She was now waiting patiently at my feet, a calm stillness about her. She had lost, but knew I still had something to prove. She sat there, a beautiful woman, hands bound behind her, quietly fucking herself on my toe and caressing my thighs with her nipples, waiting for me; for what I wanted. I felt her cum dripping steadily down my foot, the contractions on my toes delightful. A pool of her juices was forming at my heel.
4:15
Her mouth must have been sore by now. But she had never moved, sucked or tongued throughout. Still I lasted. She waited with me, for me.
5:00