The Dinner Party

"Yes," I whispered back.

"Are you going to sit here tonight, having dinner with our friends, knowing my cum is trying to ooze back out your ass?"

"Yes," I answered again.

I wasn't aware of much, but I could tell she was getting close now. Her strokes picked up force but lost speed, each one more making my prick leak like a broken faucet. She would thrust inside me, pushing as far as she could, trying to get more and more of her rigid meat up my ass, and pull out again. We were building towards a massive explosion, and each time she bottomed out the tingling in my balls grew hotter and hotter.

"Fuck, I'm close, I'm close," Aya grunted as she slammed forward again and again until I almost couldn't stand it anymore. My testicles were on fire, ready to explode, each bump against my prostate nudged me to the edge of the cliff.

The sound of the doorbell ringing fell like a hammer blow.

"God, they're here!" I cursed, pushing up off the counter with my palms. I expected Aya to stop, to pull out, but she didn't. Instead she brought one small hand up from my hip and placed it between my shoulders, forcing me back down with all her strength. I could have resisted her, but was so surprised I let her pin me in place. She kept riding me as if nothing had happened, pounding my ass like her life depended on it.

"I can't stop now, I can't, I can't, I can't," she chanted. "Need to come, need to come in you, please, please . . . please!"

The doorbell rang again, but she ignored it, pounding harder and harder. I could feel the teeth of her skirt zipper biting my skin, and the heat in my balls grew even hotter as I realized I didn't want her to stop either.

Suddenly, she threw her head back and let loose a wordless roar before slamming harder against me than she had before, forcing every millimeter of her organ inside my abused hole. The final stab against my prostate was all it took and the tingling in my balls exploded with a white light behind my eyes as my cock began to convulse, splattering my belly and shirt.