The next day it was my turn to be dom.  Fully recovered from the excesses of the previous day, we were raring to go.  I was going to give as much as I  had received, to make him beg for release.  His cock was already hard as I secured him to the bed.  Spreadeagled, the straps tight.  He could move, but not much.

I straddled his face, making sure that I did not make contact with his straining cock.  I didn't want to risk a misfire.  I knelt above him so that he had a closeup of my cunt and slowly peeled the wet lips apart, displaying the pink folds of flesh. With my sex lips stretched by the fingers of my left hand, I teased my stiff clit with the middle finger of my right, slowly building up speed and pressure.  Juice was dripping from me, all over his face, he licked it from his lips, his tongue straining to reach the rest, or upwards in search of the source.

When I came, the juice seemed to squirt from me, much to his delight, licking and slurping.  I rolled away panting, he raised his arse from the bed, cock waving, reaching for something that wasn't there.  When I was recovered, I kissed him and licked my congealed juice from his face.

I ran my fingernails lightly over his skin, carefully avoiding his cock.  Not scratching, but hard enough to make him squirm.  Then I kissed and licked it all better.

I was ready for my second orgasm, I straddled his face again, this time facing his feet.  I lowered myself enough for him to reach me with his tongue and ordered him to lick my arsehole.  He did so with enthusiasm.  When I had enough of that, I moved so that he could do the same to my cunt until I came again.

He was whimpering, but said nothing, knowing that this was my time.  I would eventually let him come, but I would decide how and when.  I had a plan.  I massaged him with strawberry flavoured massage oil, sliding my hands over every part of him that I could reach.  He pushed his hips upwards, his cock quivering, desperate for release, but I stayed well clear.  Instead oiling my own body, squeezing my tits until they hurt.

Then I straddled him again, this time over his chest and began to masturbate.

"Is this what you want,"  I said softly.  My wet cunt?  Do you want me to slide it over your cock?  Do you want to flood if with your hot spunk?  Or would you prefer my mouth, shall I suck you until you explode in my mouth, shall I swallow every drop?  Or shall I feed your cock into my arsehole and let you come that way?"

I was so close to another orgasm, I wanted to come as much as he did, but to do so would have meant losing my advantage.  Reluctantly, I took my hands away from my cunt cupped my tits and resumed my aural tease;

"Perhaps I will wrap your cock in these, wank you with my tits, or perhaps just wank you off.  Perhaps I won't let you come at all, just give myself orgasms all night?"

At that, he grunted and I felt hot splashes on my back.  He had come without me touching him, exactly what I had hoped for.  I kissed him once and removed the restraints.  He almost threw me onto the bed and rammed his still hard cock into me, fucking me harder than ever before until we came together.

It's never too late to learn new skills.