A Happy End to No-nut November

The first day of December couldn’t come fast enough. After 30 days of no cumming, for No-Nut November, it was finally time for the big release. The kids were out of the house for a few hours, and Mabel couldn’t wait to get started. “Upstairs. Now.” she instructed. “Get naked and get on the bed.” Naturally, I complied. “Nope, turn around so your head is at the foot of the bed.” I got up to switch around, and Mabel grabbed a few pillows. She placed them about halfway down the bed. “Lie down on these so that they’re under your butt.” Then she handed me a blindfold to put on. Once on the bed, I was tilted with my head resting below my lower body. With the blindfold on, I couldn’t see. “Okay,” Mabel began, ”We’re going to try to make that movie again.” Ah, yes, the movie. This is one of the fantasies Mabel likes to talk me through while I stroke. In the fantasy, I’m an actor in a specific genre of porn, where women watch as men give themselves facials. Why should women suffer all the humiliation, she says. Well, we’ve tried this a few times without much success; I usually either miss or fall short. “The producers and I decided that we need to increase our chance of a money shot,” Mabel continued. “So, we asked you to refrain from cumming for a whole month, to make sure the gun was full of ammo, so to speak.” (I had told Mabel earlier in the day that not cumming for a month had led to an interesting side-effect: it had gotten to where when I would urinate, at the end some cum would come out, too. It was the strangest thing. I’d finish peeing, squeeze to get the last drops out, and feel a more viscous fluid easing down my pee-tube. It would then plop into the bowl, clearly semen. She asked how this was anatomically possible, and I told her the ballast tanks must be full.) At this point, Mabel begins to lick my nipples and describe the scene. “We have four cameras this time, so as not to miss any of the action. And of course lights and sound. So, full house. Camera 1 is focused on your cock, camera 2 on your face. Cameras 3 and 4 are broader shots. Oh, and everyone is so excited!” I feel something brush across my lips. It’s Mabel’s nipple, so I begin to lick in the nipple 69. This position drives me crazy! While she is licking my right nipple, I feel something warm and slippery glide across my left nipple. My rational brain tells me it’s Mabel using her finger. My irrational brain makes the mistake of listening to Mabel. “Camera 3 has decided to join in the fun,” she says. “Your nipples are being gang-licked right now.” This torture continues for several minutes. Then, I feel fingertips gliding up and down my shaft. Tickling my balls. “Camera 4 just joined,” she breathes. After a few minutes of this agonizing nipple and cock torture, Mabel continues the story. “The producers and I talked quite a bit about how to make this work, given all your prior failures; so sad by the way. We settled on a three-legged stool approach. Leg number one you already achieved: not cumming for a whole month to fill the gun with ammo. Leg 2 involves getting the gun as close as possible to the target. You’re going to have to trust me on this one.” I feel Mabel’s hands move to the back of my knees, thus far suspended above me over the stack of pillows. She pulls towards herself, further inverting me. “Just relax and rest your legs on me,” she says. “I need to free my hands again, so I can aim.” I do as she says, and my legs rest nicely on her shoulders. The action on my nipples resumes, as does the talk. “So now we have a full gun pointed straight down at the target.” I feel her hand wrap around my now throbbing cock, her other hand tickling my balls. She begins to stroke. “Now for the third leg of the stool - we need to make the target as big as possible. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” Umm, I don’t know about this. It’s been a whole month of build-up. I tell her as much. “Don’t you dare puss out now! We need to make this movie - our clients demand it. Open. Your. Mouth.” she says. “Wide!” She’s still stroking, and by now, I’m freaking close. After 30 days, a strong breeze would make me cum. I do as she says, open my mouth, and stick out my tongue. “Do it just like the girls in the pornos,” she demands. “Act like you want it. And … lights, camera, ACTION!. Come on, baby, give our girls what they want.” Her stroking pace increases. I’m not stopping this. Here it comes … Oddly, the first spasm from my cock results in a dribble. I feel the intense pressure behind it, but at first a few droplets spatter harmlessly on my cheek. Then the floodgates open. Like a fire hose flooding my mouth, the next few spurts hit the target, coating my tongue and rushing to the back of my throat. I gag a bit, and it all comes back out, running down both cheeks and into my ears. The remainder hits various parts of my face, the blindfold, and my neck. “Annnd … scene!” Mabel shouts triumphantly once my cock stops the spasms. “You did it! We got our movie, thanks, babe!” I spent the next 20 minutes in the shower trying to get the spoo out of my nose and ears.