I’ve never been able to cum with a condom on. Like it’s physically impossible. Something about the barrier kills whatever signal my body needs to finish. I stay hard, and don’t get me wrong, it still feels good, but the orgasm never materializes. I figured this out years ago and spent a long time feeling sorry for myself until I realized how useful it actually is.
Think about what that means for you. The one thing that ends sex, the built in mercy of a man finishing, is gone. I get to fuck you for as long as I want because we’re not building toward anything. I’m not edging and I don’t need to hold back. I’m never going to cum and you’re going to stay pinned underneath me while I thrust into you and watch you spiral.
You’ll cum first. Obviously. Probably within a few minutes because I can barely feel anything unless I’m fucking you rough. And then you’ll cum again. And again. And the third one will feel different because by then you’ll already be trembling and overstimulated, and I’m still fucking you at the same relentless pace I started with.
That’s when the panic sets in. That little flicker behind your eyes when you realize oh. This really could go on forever. And your body keeps cumming because it doesn’t know what else to do with the stimulation. Each one strips away a little more of your ability to think until you’re just lying there shaking and moaning and drooling into the pillow with your eyes vacant and your tongue hanging out. But it’s doesn’t matter to me. I’m still going. Same pace. Same depth. Watching your face get emptier.
Eventually all you’ll have left are your little whimpers and you’ll beg me to take the condom off. You know the only way this ends is if I finish and the only way I finish is skin on skin. So you beg me to cum inside you because it’s the only way to make it stop. The slut who wanted to be safe will beg to be filled with cum because hours of being fucked past your limit turned sweet sticky cum into a mercy you’re desperate for.
And you’re so pretty when you beg for it. So maybe I’ll take it off. Maybe I’ll finally slide into you with nothing between us. And you’ll feel the difference immediately as your wrecked oversensitive pussy clenches so hard around my bare cock and I finally tip over the edge. Maybe I’ll cum so deep inside you and you’ll feel it flood your womb and your whole body will shudder with relief because it’s finally over.
Or maybe I won’t take it off. Maybe I’ll keep going. After all, you’ve still got a few expressions I haven’t fucked out of you yet.