Good morning. Waking up with a super happy gaped-out hole th..

Good morning. Waking up with a super happy gaped-out hole that is hungry for more dick. Here cums another novel, so quit now if you could give a shit about the "blow by blow" recap.

I was up and down a lot last night. I kept thinking about my day with Rob. I masturbated, but even that didn't get it out of my head. Real quick; Robert, formerly "Bob," is now "Rob," per his request. It's his middle name in the real world. Still, he hates "Bob or Robert." Moving on. Rob's wife spends 3 days a week in Orlando now, leaving us an open window for me to open my legs for him pretty much all day. Which I did yesterday, and he turned my insides into soup with his stupid big cock. It was wonderful. He fucked me for probably two hours yesterday, and I worked his dick for another two hours on top of that. I couldn't fuck anymore. I came so many times, and the last orgasm was so intense it knocked the fuck right out of me. So strong it turned me into a brain-dead cum receptacle. But he didn't cum in me. He wanted me to edge him by hand. Something I convinced him to let me do a couple of fuck sessions ago. Now, he wants me to edge him all the time. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love that he does. I would do it just because I like to do it, not because he wants me to. The delicious part is I am slowly making him my property with each slow, agonizing stroke I put on the rim of the head of his cock. He's slipping. He's saying things he never would dream of saying. He told me he loved me yesterday while I was eating his warm sperm from the base of his cock and off of my hands. Is it the orgasm he just had talking for him? Of course it is, but it doesn't matter. As hard as he has tried and been successful at it, I am no longer just the property of Rob to pump cum into. He is slowly becoming my property to do with as I please. All because I finally found his weak spot....edging his orgasms out of him. His dick is so easy to control when I'm edging him. With other guys, I have a hard time stopping a guy from cumming because I didn't know I passed the line of no return. I can see Rob's line of no return very clearly, and I can take his dick right up to it and stop. I can make him beg me to allow him to cum. I make him say awful things he doesn't want to say. I fingered his cum hole and worked the head of his dick slowly, and when he was ready to cum I stopped. He was desperate to cum, so I told him to tell me he wanted me more than his wife. He wouldn't do it. So, I would repeatedly do just enough to get him to the edge and stop. He finally blurted it out and then wouldn't stop blurting it out. He was that desperate to cum. He told me things I didn't even ask him to. My favorite bonus blurt was, "I don't even think about my wife anymore, just you." How touching yet slightly pathetic. I broke him with just a handjob. It makes me unusually wet knowing I got him to admit it, though. So I pushed him over the edge in the slowest possible way. I bet his orgasm was at least 30 seconds long. Scary if you looked at his face, but it seemed so satisfying at the same time. Very fascinating to watch. Cum just poured out the head of his dick. More than I had ever seen from him. The unique part was the length of time between some of the long ropes of jizz he drooled out his cock. It must have been upwards of 10 seconds before his balls pumped another line of cum. It piled up at the root of his dick. It was such a turn-on to see that I couldn't stop myself from eating it all up off of him. The second I tasted it flipped a switch inside of me, and I went right back into being his cum hungry brainless cum dump. It was thick, slimy, warm, and gross, but so delicious because I was turned on that much. I would have drank a gallon of it because I was that fired up. Then, as I was licking his giant dick clean, he spews out, "God, I love you." Music to my ears. It brought me right back to reality. I'm still his property as of right now, and I am madly in love with his dick and the way he pushes my guts around with it. But slowly and surely, the owner of me will end up being owned by me. Reversal of fortune. It will happen when he does something stupid in his relationship with his wife. He will run to me. I won't have him, but I will own him. He will become my personal fuck toy, not the other way around. I'm so fired up thinking about it I may go rub one out! Catch you all in a bit.