“It’s important to have a good breakfast.”

That’s our daily routine. D’s alarm goes off early for work, so he gets up, makes coffee for both of us and brings it back to bed with his cereal.

Once we’ve finished that, he has his ‘real breakfast’.

Every morning, before he gets up for work, he goes down on me and eats my pussy. It’s a great way to start the day. And an excellent breakfast for both of us.

Today was a bit different. He had an unexpected day off work, so a lot more time to really linger over his breakfast.

Once coffee was finished, he looked at me and smiled. “Are you ready for breakfast?”

He leant over to the toy drawers beside the bed and pulled out some rope. I shivered. He knows how much I like being tied up, and completely at his mercy.

He tied my wrists together, and tied them to the bedhead. Then he spread my legs, lay between them, and put his tongue to work on my clit.

His magic tongue.

Eating pussy is something he is very good at, and something he loves doing. He licked and sucked my clit so skillfully that it didn’t take me long to cum.

But he didn’t stop.

He kept licking and sucking, and I kept cumming.

His magic tongue was keeping me at that point where my orgasm just wouldn’t stop. Every time I thought I was going to go over the edge, he would pull back a little. Just enough to stop me from exploding, enough to keep my orgasm going. I was moaning with ecstasy.

And still he didn’t stop.

He put one finger in my pussy and one in my arse. I thought I was going to explode, and almost screamed with the sensation.

And still he didn’t stop.

While still licking and sucking on my clit, he started working his fingers. He was tickling my g-spot with one finger, and teasing my arse with another. I was pushing back against both his mouth and his fingers, begging for more.

He was working me up to a very high peak, making me squirm and beg.

And then I squirted. It gushed over his mouth and his hand, and the bed.

And still he didn’t stop.

He kept working his magic tongue and his magic fingers while I exploded with wave after wave of pleasure.

And still he didn’t stop. And nor did my orgasm.

I was begging for release, for him to make it stop. But I was completely at his mercy. With my hands tied to the bed I just had to let him do what he wanted with me. And he wasn’t going to let me finish until he was good and ready.

He kept going. And so did my orgasm.

“Please, please, make it stop. I can’t take any more of this.”

But still he didn’t stop.

And all I could do was lie there, wrists tied to the bedhead, legs spread, while he worked his magic. It was torture. Exquisite torture.

Finally, after I’d begged again for mercy, he stopped.

My orgasm was still shaking my body, and he knew I needed help to make it stop. He moved up my body

“Lick your cum from my face, and I’ll help you to finish that orgasm.”

I licked my pussy juices off his lips, took his tongue on my mouth and kissed him deeply, tasting myself on his tongue. Knowing how much of my cum he’d been drinking in.

“Please, make it stop. I need you to fuck me.”

He needed to fuck me too. Making me cum so much had made him horny. His cock was hard as a rock, and he needed release.

The release was almost immediate when he slid his cock into my pussy. We both exploded as the orgasms took us over the edge. Finally he collapsed on top of me and we lay there, entwined and spent.

So now I’ve proven two things – breakfast really is the most important meal of the day. And the 20 minute orgasm is NOT a myth.