"When you are pulling against the restraints… when your back is arched and your hips are writhing… when your mouth is open in a silent scream of tortured rapture… you will know that my work has begun."
Perhaps if you’d have taken heed of the warnings, you wouldn’t be here. How reckless it was to traverse home alone, but it is too late now. She told you at the beginning that she hadn’t decided what to do with you, whether she’d devour your soul with your climax or whether to let you live and keep you as her sex toy. You believe her though, that while you might beg for the latter option, in time you’ll be wishing you chose the first. The way her mouth works you as if she’s known more about your pleasures than you could ever fathom yourself, keeping you shivering non-stop.
Every time your length slips between her lips, you let out a groan of pleasure, the likes of which has never escaped your mouth before. Her tongue wraps around and cradles the head of that pulsating cock as if to let it know that it will never escape. After merely thirty minutes, she has you whimpering in need to come, yet your moans and imploring words do not satiate her nearly as much as the pulse within every vein and each twitch of longing.
No matter how much you ask, she won’t answer just how long she’ll hold you on the brink. All she tells you is that when you do come, it will feel like every orgasm you have ever experienced in your life rolled into one.
She can feel every nerve-ending signal just how close you are, feel the moments when you need a little more friction or speed, even feel the times when you start to pray that she’ll let you fuck her. Perhaps if she had told you, however, that the saliva of her kind could keep you safely erect for hours, that she’d be able to keep sucking you for as long as she wanted, maybe you wouldn’t have been begging to come quite so fast.
Does feeling that length within your palm make you that little wetter? Feeling it pulse to your touch. You can imagine how it would feel sliding right where these fingers are. I can feel how it turns you on as well to know that it doesn’t stop even when you try to push that hand away. Letting you know that when this pulsing, swollen cock replaces those fingers, there won’t be any way to hold it back.
I can only come once. I can only feel that sweet, explosive release of ecstasy one time before it’s over. Maybe another entire day before I get to build back up to that moment. That’s why we are here like this right now.
I want to take my frustration out on you. The frustration of being unable to come more than once while focused on your multi-orgasmic body. All of my attention is on making you come so much that I’m almost glad I can only come once.
How I masturbate you lets you know that I’m thinking of all the times I had to hold myself on the brink when fucking you. All the times, I had to withhold my orgasm because it would have been all over if I hadn’t. It was almost like a punishment for my cock, for being unable to climax multiple times. So now this is the punishment for your pussy in return.
So just lean back against me and keep coming just like that. Let me have a taste of what it feels like to be able to orgasm again and again.
It’s all about giving you the pleasure I would want to feel.
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It’s that single moment I want to see, the moment your orgasm is signalled through your eyes. That fleeting second of desperation as you try to look at me, as if you are trying to tell me that the pleasure you are a breath away from feeling is going to be too much to handle if my fingers keep going like this. That moment just after when your body climaxes, but your mind has that millisecond of control, how I can see it in your eyes, trying to focus then suddenly being overcome.
His fingers tantalise you while his mouth presses to that most sensitive little part of your neck. Every time you masturbate, this is what you dream of feeling. Though it isn’t what you feel against your skin that has your hips rocking the most. Hearing him tell you how much he wants to be deep within that softness, how he’ll fuck every orgasm out of your body until you can no longer take it, how your pleasure is entirely in his control, that’s what has kept you so dripping wet in the place that his fingers threaten to penetrate.
She found him on a fantasy experiences website, someone who could engage in her best friend’s most vocal fantasy about being taken fiercely by a cop. When the unsuspecting girl answered the door on her birthday and saw him, she was speechless. Without saying a word, he barged in, telling her to take the position against the wall while he searched her. The slender redhead didn’t say a word. Instead, she relished how he instantly began stripping her and fondling every inch. His fierce tone as he told her to keep the position made her every muscle clench in excitement.
“If you move away from this position or your friend here stops watching, you are going to be spending the night in a cell.”
The moment the threat left his lips, he could feel her pussy quivering around his fingertips, her juices trailing down her trembling thighs.
“If you dare let those legs give way, I’m going to have to get my rod out due to you not cooperating.”
He intended to work her over as roughly as possible in this way until he could make good on his threat.