Brer Rabbit, ish

"Okay baby, I have to go to work now."

I was lying on the couch, my short denim skirt rucked up around my hips as Oscar sat at my feet to put his shoes on.

"Okay... but whatever you do, don't lick my pussy."

"Really?"

"Yep... It's vitally important. You definitely shouldn't lick my pussy before you go."

He paused, his belt threaded through only two loops as he watched me stroking my clit slowly.

"Ahh," he replied, pushing my knees out. "Then I really shouldn't lick your pussy then, should I?"

I tried to reply, but I was too distracted by the hot wet tongue on my clit.

He worked his way up and down slowly as I held my knickers to one side, before worming a finger into my pussy. He stroked my g-spot gently - not enough to make me squirt, just enough to work me up and awaken my little bump.

Oscar's face was glistening as he pulled me up off the sofa and lead me into the bedroom. The clock was ticking now - we had reached the point where two minutes too long would make him late for work. There was no time for fucking about.

I straddled his hips and guided his familiar thickness into me, sinking down hard as we quickly found our rhythm. I was already slick with Oscar's saliva and my own juices, and soon we were both wet with passion.

"Fuck me, baby," he gasped. "Make me come."

I pushed down on his chest with a quick glance at the clock, and doubled my efforts. My hips rolled furiously and I got louder, not caring about the noise, even as our neighbours sat around the pool under the window.

With a final arch of his hips, Oscar came. We had barely a moment to recover before he staggered to his feet to take yet another shower, before heading off to work.

I love reverse psychology.