“What about the other one?”
“How do I know it’s real. You may be all wobbly and lopsided and had the other one worked on so they’d be they same.”
Muri’s brain was starting to kick in somewhere about six inches below her belly button.
“God, but you are hard to convince.”
The other cup got moved aside. Her left tit popped into view. It was a bullshit move, but I examined it anyway. By the time I did the tongue test Muri was well over the cliff. I looked her straight in the eye. The slight lack of focus showed she was now thinking with her vagina.
“You look like you need me to take you back to the bedroom and fuck you.”
“Uh-huh …”
Still wondering who outsmarted whom I shoved my face between her legs. Turns out there weren’t panties up that skirt. I was going to eat the hell out of her little Japanese cunt and then fuck her. Muri was pretty high spirited. I got my hands under her tight ass and slathered my face all through her cunt. Like all women the time came she had to be fucked.
Screams turned to moans and back to screams again. I kept eating her cunt as she went from shoving my face into her wet twat to beating on my shoulders begging me to stop. Her petite size didn’t give her much leverage to dislodge me from being merciless to her swollen clit and fast-flowing slit. Finally she just succumbed to it and muttered, “Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” over and over again.
The secret was that as long as she kept cumming I wasn’t going to quit. Again, back to who was outsmarting whom. (God, I love the word “Whom”. I don’t know where or how to use it, but whom the fuck cares.) I kept at her cunt. I had no idea if she had to be somewhere else soon or even cared. All of Muri’s thinking was being done below her belly button fueled by the fact that all the time my face was eating her pussy my hands were on her big boobs and teasing her nipples.
Finally Muri had some hard convulsions as I got to her good. It must have been an hour that I had kept her under my control. We were at the point that we knew who won that one, or did we? Although she would still lunge her cunt at me when I’d give her little orgasms when she again tried to push my head away I let her. When I moved up to my knees she laid with her legs flopped open and those big knockers were standing tall on her chest.
“My mother is watching my kids. I’m going to be late, but I need you to fuck me.”
“Maybe just a little more.”
It wasn’t fair. Her pussy was in control of her body, had been for almost an hour, from head to toe. I could do whatever I wanted. Her tiny petite body was limp from all the effort of cumming and sometimes the effort not to cum. She tried to mess with me. Her cunt kept getting in the way. The little Japanese wife was a cum princess. Maybe not when she went willingly into my bedroom, but I figured her out. Those little moves she made that she didn’t know telegraphed helped me keep her cunt out of control.
I gloated and laughed silently to myself as I continued to not let her stop cumming. Her mother and children were going to find Mommy very late in getting home. She couldn’t be any more my captive if I had tied her to the bed. Muri didn’t want to get away. She wanted anything I’d do to her. She wouldn’t have been able to walk even if her throbbing pussy had let her legs back together. It was dark outside now.