Thursday 4.

I'm lying back on the footstool. On my back thighs spread open. He's sitting in front of me. My cunt is an exhibit. He passes me a toy. 

"You've got eight minutes to come. It's twenty past now. If you don't come by 28 minutes past you can't try again for an hour".

I mumble my don't knows and not sures and all that other feminine bullshit and I grip the toy and crank it as high as it will go. 

The attack of sensation is just as I put it, an attack, it makes my teeth hurt. The build up is short and swift, it hurtles in a ricochet. More, more, I could come. 

"Can I come?"

"Yes you may"

"How long do I have?"

"Three minutes"

Lets play with this. Lets see how far I can hold off. Tight to the line. I vaguely count down in my head. With a minute left I start to fuck the toy in and out of myself. Moving hard, I've given up on making this a floor show, my body is a jiggled mass of moving desperate flesh but I do not give a damn. I come. Deep aching, long, oh god, it just goes on and on. Did it make it in time. He didn't stop me. I must have. I hope. 

13 seconds to spare.