Day 10, Post 10
“I just have one request of you, to help me help you. If you want sex, you only have to pull my penis once. However, if you don’t want sex, you have to pull it 400 times,” he stated in a matter of fact of tone when they laid in bed, naked.
“Really, only 400? That is not a very specific number. Have you ever had the strokes counted out? What about 399? Or even 402?” She asked teasingly as she scraped her fingernails lightly down his chest her.
He moaned lightly as his eyes closed to help him concentrate on the touch. He smiled as he opened his eyes, gazing up and down her curves. “Yup, 400. 400 is what makes me come, no less. Any more and it gets over sensitized.”
“I see,” she said as she reached her hand out and wrapped it around his flaccid cock. “So 1 tug to make it start getting hard.” She gave it a tug and it began to quiver to life.
Looking each other in their eyes, she grinned mischievously as he smiled back, lifting his eyebrows in wonder. 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 strokes had him fully hard. She was a numbers girl, and she wanted to see if these stats were true for him.
“Ok, so you don’t want sex,” he laughed. “You want something else then,” he said breathily as he leaned back for another 50 strokes. That made 60.
With each stroke he could hear her count under her breath. At 69 strokes she bent her head down and swirled her tongue around his tip. As she kept up the strokes, her mouth lowered down onto his cock. With each stroke her head bobbed. “How many licks to the center of a tootsie pop” rang in her head as she sucked and stroked on his cock.
At 169 she took her mouth off of his cock and sat up, still stroking. 170 171 172 173 174 175 all the way to 200.
269 At this point she was dripping with excitement at the control she had. 300 She wondered if he really did know that four hundred was the magic number, or if he had just picked a random number. 342 She had a feeling it was just a random number, because it just didn’t feel specific enough.
369 By the way his body was shuddering with pleasure, she was sure he was close to coming. She made her final strokes very clear. “385 386 387 388 389 390,” She said with a smile.
In unison, they counted down “391 392 393 394 395 396 397 398 399 400!”
At 400, his cock gave a tight spasm as his come gushed out all over her hand.
“Hmm, so it really is 400. I will have to keep that in mind,” she said smirking.