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Rare. Faith smoking naked.
I wanna be sitting at a glory hole, tools at my side, waiting for someone to put their cock through the hole. I’ll coax them to pull their balls through, then after getting them nice and hard with my mouth, lock something around them so they can’t pull out, tight enough to keep them hard. Then I begin.
I’d tease his cock with a feather, til it was drooling, telling him he has to be quiet, he doesn’t want to attract attention does he? How humiliating would that be? And maybe the wrong person would come in, would want to make his torment worse, better not risk it~
I think I’d really wanna push him, maybe have a violet wand with me, to trace along his cock, use a vibrator to tease and overstimulate him. God, I could do this for hours.
But I mean, I’d let him come eventually. If he was a good boy I’d even let him enjoy the orgasm, instead of ruining it. But then, I’d continue. Tickling and stroking his balls, maybe tape a bullet vibe to the head of his cock, and run the violet wand over his shaft. The binding around his cock and balls would keep him nice and hard, so I could tease and torture him, make him come over and over, as much as I want.
Ssshhh don’t scream, someone might hear you. You’re so vulnerable, I’ll let you go when I’m good and ready. Good boy <3
She found moments like this with her husband to be adorably sweet and endearing.
Moments when the ache in his cum heavy blueballs was so agonizing... his desperate need to cum so unbearable... that he was no longer able to suppress the tears of frustration.
She knew this strong, confident, prideful man intimately and was not surprised when he turned away from her as the tears began to roll down his face. No matter how many times she pushed him to this point she never failed to be astounded by how this man so willingly suffered such sweet, exquisite agony... just for her.
Soothingly she traced her fingers along the back of his neck, smiling inwardly at how he so valiantly tried to disguise the sound of his soft crying and the involuntary trembling of his body.
After allowing him just a moment, she murmured, "I know baby, it's okay... I understand, really I do. You were right there on the edge so many times. Your poor balls, they're so heavy and swollen... I can't imagine what it's like for you right now.*
A soft smile formed on her face as he nodded his head. Knowing exactly how to help this man endure these moments, she added in a soft voice, "But you know how much I love it when you surrender for me like this... when you let me fill you up with so much cum... when you let me keep you right on the edge for as long as I want..."
She purred softly at his whimper, continuing, "...my pussy's still dripping baby from watching how hard you were fighting to keep from cumming... it was sooo hot watching you struggle... it turns me on so much... knowing how badly you're aching to cum but you fight so hard to keep that from happening. You like that too, right baby? I mean, the part about turning me on and making me happy?"
"Yeah, I do...," he said softly.
"Mmm, I'm glad," she murmured. "That was the one thing I was worried about when we first started this... that this whole thing might seem, you know, one-sided..."
Before he could utter a word she added, "I'm so glad that's not case though... and that you love this as much as I do. And baby? One more thing..."
"Yesss?," he moaned through his frustration.
Sweetly she cooed, "I know it's really bad for you right now, that you're aching soo much. So just in case it helps, you should know... the worse your ache is for you, the more it turns me on. Okay sweetheart? I hope that makes it better for you..."
Britney teal dress, white stockings and beer.
She laughed softly at his feeble attempted response, garbled by the ball gag secured into his mouth.
"Mmm, poor thing," she murmured, admiring the way he was now on display for her pleasure.
His body spread wide in an X and bound against the wall across from her, his skin trembling and glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration, and a drooling strand of precum dangling from the cage that imprisoned his cock.
She rose from where she was sitting and began slowly approaching him, the sinuous sway of her curves captivating his gaze, nearly making him drool. With a smirk she trailed her hand gently down his chest, purring at the way his body quivered in response.
"Or maybe," she continued in a soft, sultry voice. "It's the fact that you can't have me anymore? Not without permission? That all you can do now is look?"
Teasingly she nudged a strap on her bra, letting it fall down her arm enough so that her breast was revealed. Stepping closer she swayed subtly, just enough so that her nipple brushed softly back and forth against his chest.
In a soft, breathy voice, she murmured, "Or maybe... just, maybe... it's just... me? Hmm? Is that it baby? Am I the reason your poor cock is always a hard, drippy mess? Do you want me that badly honey?"
Swallowing hard he looked at her pleadingly, his head nodding up and down frantically. Laughing softly she patted his face softly, cooing, "Aww, well aren't you just the sweetest?"
"Goddess, Temptress, or Bimbo"
“Hey, you want to play a game?” he said.
“Mmmm …” She looked around the living room, which was cluttered but not untidy. She’d been lying on the couch, near-anesthetized by her phone, and now stretched her legs. “Maybe?”
“It’s Saturday, we don’t have anything to do …” he mused. “I went shopping just the other day … You don’t have any zoom meetings or anything?”
She shook her head, already following him out of the room. “So where are we going?”
“I want to show you something in the workshop.”
She laughed lightly, as he started down the stairs. “You mean the basement?”
“I mean the workshop!! Shush …”
He led her over to one well-lit corner of their finished, carpeted basement space. One half of the level had been converted a while ago into a spare bedroom; the other half was taken up with tools, a workbench, and a big-ass TV with video games, man-cave style. There was something new in the corner by the bench, new but familiar, as she walked toward it. “What the … heck is this?”
“It’s a transmogrifier!”
“Honey, it’s a cardboard box.”
“Sshh, shh, ssh, use your imagination. It’s a transmogrifier.”
She walked around it. It was taller than she was, a phone booth of cardboard, more a cabinet than a box. “It’s a big transmogrifier,” she murmured. Did they deliver refrigerators in boxes this big, or something? No, he had clearly stitched this together from many pieces of cardboard and a bunch of masking tape, with words here and there in black magic marker, and control panels and dials drawn on.
She found the main dial, the only “working” part of the controls. An arrow cut out from red construction paper and attached by a brass-plated paper fastener so that it could be spun between three black-markered “choices,” three settings to the transmogrifier, presumably.
"Goddess, Temptress,” she read aloud, “or Bimbo."
Her lips curled into a smirk – she couldn’t help it – as she raised an eyebrow. “Really, Cal?”
“Give it a try, Suze. I promise you’ll like the results.”
She turned the arrow back and forth, musingly, then left it on “Temptress” with a little nod. She opened the “door” to the cardboard cabinet, just as she’d done when they were kids, and stepped inside. It was dark, as expected. She looked back through the opening.
“OK, now what?” she said.
“Now,” said Calvin, “comes the SCIENCE!”
He mimed flipping switches and pushing buttons on the outside of the box, making appropriate sound effects, as she giggled. “Three … beep beep boop beep … two … fwoosh … one … klakalakaklak … engage!”
He closed the cardboard door on its masking tape hinges, enveloping Susie in darkness. Instantly, strings of Christmas tree lights that he’d strung up inside the booth lit up, flashing in sequence to spiral around and around her.
“Oooh, you did put some work into this!” she called.
Music began to slide through the openings from outside, a techno beat with a thump thump under the melody. It started low, but the volume crept up, swirling around her. She could almost imagine she could hear whispers under the music, between the beats …
“Can you hear me in there, Suze?” he called.
“Loud and clear!” she said with a smile.
“Maximum porcupine.”
Her eyes went wide. The music went quiet, muted. The thumping seemed to drive straight through her head, and the lights swirled around, and around, and around …
And off.
She blinked, in the darkness and the quiet. She put out a hand, to push at the door in front of her. And after a moment’s confusion, she saw exactly what she thought she was going to see: an elegant night spot, brass and wood and muted lighting, and her favorite drink waiting for her at the bar. She smiled, and stepped inside.
Suzie stepped out of the cardboard box, and just from the way she carried herself, Cal thought he could see the costume change that had happened in her mind. She was no longer wearing leggings and a tank top … she moved as if she wore a long, slinky black dress with a slit up one side. She moved as if she knew how gorgeous she looked in it. There was something confident in her smile … something just a little predatory, too.
“Now that’s a temptress,” he murmured.
She looked around the bar – not many people, but then, it was early. She liked it before it got crowded. There was a handsome gentleman in suit and tie just a couple stools away from her. She could see he was watching her intently, while trying not to look like he was staring. He’d been watching her since she came in. Well, of course he had been … she knew how head-turning she was …
She returned his gaze for a moment, then looked away, pretending to idly study the bottles as she sipped her drink. Sure enough, he came over to her within moments.
“I’m sure I’ve never seen you in here before,” he said. “I definitely would have remembered.”
She turned her head slightly toward him, half-lidded. God, he was hot. She played it cool, though. “I would have made sure you remembered,” she murmured. She extended a hand, knuckles up, so that he wasn’t sure if he should shake it or kiss it. “Suzette,” said Suzie.
He clasped her fingers in his. “A lovely name.” What the heck. He kissed her fingers.
Suzette turned her body a little more toward his, and traced his full, soft lips with her fingers. He kissed her fingertips. She pushed one digit into his mouth, surprising him, and after a moment, he gave it a little lick. She raised an eyebrow.
“Suck it,” she told him. He swirled his tongue delicately, warmly, around her finger. Pressed his lips together and sucked at her skin, holding her gaze. Her eyelids fluttered for a moment, then she smirked, like a big cat eyeing a saucer of milk.
“Easy, tiger,” she said, removing her finger and sliding it slickly across his cheek. “Obedient, I like that. And married?”
Calvin saw that she had glanced down at his wedding band. “Uhh … Yes?”
“Good. I like married men.” She took one more sip from her drink, and put it on the bar. “They don’t stick around, and they don’t ask stupid questions. They just want to fuck.”
One eyebrow went up, and an easy laugh escaped his smirked (soft and pillowy) lips. “I think you’re getting ahead of yourself, Suzette,” he said, trying to gain some control over the way the conversation was going. “I’m a, I’m a happily married man, why do you think –”
She leaned closer to him, and he could feel the heat from her flushed cheeks against his own as she moved her lips to the side of his head. “Because I will do things to your body that your wife hasn’t done in years,” she breathed in his ear. She used her tongue to draw his earlobe between her lips, then gave it a little bite. “Or ever.”
He groaned, involuntarily. The sound enflamed her lust. She loved feeling so powerful.
“Do you have a room at this hotel?” she asked.
“A room?” he repeated, a little dazed. “Oh! Yes, yes, it’s uhh … literally just a few steps from here.”
She took his tie in one hand, and tugged, making him follow her out of the bar. “Then let’s go, tiger.”
Following Cal’s gesture at the bed in the corner, Suzie walked with an exaggerated gait toward that half of the basement, her hips swaying and her toes pointed as if she were on heels. She peeled off her tank top, and he was struck again by how magnificent his wife’s breasts were – almost as if he hadn’t really looked at them in a while. She watched him, drinking in his reaction.
Suzette turned as soon as they entered the man’s hotel room, sliding out of her black sheath effortlessly. She watched him, drinking in his reaction to her nude body. She always got what she wanted … and she liked proving that men were powerless before her. She stepped closer to him, pressing herself against his suit.
“Now,” she murmured, “we’re going to conduct a little experiment.” She gave his bottom lip a little nip with her teeth. When he tried to kiss her, she pulled back. “We’re going to see,” she said, trailing a hand down his shirt front, “at what point,” her fingers traced the outline of the bulge in his trousers, “you think I’ve gone too far.”
She took hold of his shaft, squeezing it and stroking it through the material, making what was already firm and stiff even harder.
“I see you’re not complaining yet …” she cooed, as she slowly knelt, one hand moving inch by inch down his body, steadying herself, as the other hand continued to tease his erection. He couldn’t think straight, couldn’t form words, and it was a while before he realized she had opened his zipper and was releasing his throbbing member.
“Now. What were you saying about your wife?” she said, looking up at him from her knees.
“I, I was …”
She gave the head of his cock a wet lick.
“W-what wife.”
“Good boy …”
She bathed his helmet with her tongue, sinking her mouth down his shaft then off again. Ran her tongue along the underside. Took it to the back of her throat, then pulled off, and stroked the slick, taut skin with her fingers. What she was doing could have been called worship, if it had not been so obvious that she was the one in charge, that she was ensuring his supplication and surrender with her “worship.”
He moaned loudly and continuously, thrusting mindlessly into her mouth. She sucked, hard, then pulled off him with a pop.
Suzette stood, and pushed the man (she hadn’t asked his name, didn’t care about his name) backwards a few steps, encouraging him to fall back on the bed, his hard cock sticking straight up, his pants, only pulled down to his thighs, keeping his legs together.
In an instant, she was straddling him, her bare calves on either side of his hips. She reached around and behind to grasp his dripping erection in one hand, stroking it back and forth across her lower lips.
“Fuck I need that dick,” she growled. “You hear me? This is my cock now.” She poked the head into her drooling sex, an inch, then two, rising and sinking on it slowly. “Yeah, that’s it. Oh god you’re so thick, you’re gonna fill me up so good …”
She looked down on him, and smiled. “You ready baby?” He looked so helpless. She slammed down on his shaft, taking him fully inside her, and they both howled.
She rode him aggressively for several minutes – several very vocal, very loud minutes, from both of them. “Tonight,” she said, panting, “or whenever you’re with your wife next, I want you to think of this. I want you thinking of me, when you’re fucking her.”
She put a hand behind his head, drawing him up to suckle on her nipple, as she continued to grind against him, taking him deeper and deeper. “Having your … boring, married … missionary sex, and … uunnhh … dreaming of the seductress who … reminded you what you really need…. Fuck … What you crave…”
She whimpered, her voice changing slightly. “Ogodogod I need it …” she breathed. “You’re close, aren’t you – but … nnh! I’m getting tired …”
“You can do it, baby,” Cal grunted. “Please, please …”
Her voice was softer, smaller – “I can’t … I gotta … I’m gonna …”
Cal could hear the fatigue in her tone. He grabbed her hips, and pulled Suzie down onto him, hard and fast, as he pushed up into her, one, two, three, four, and …
He bellowed his orgasm, exploding inside her. He strained as he pulsed within her, and his last few cries were very tender.
Cal’s arms flopped to the mattress. Suzie, exhausted, slid off him and collapsed on the bed beside him, panting.
After a moment, he reached across and slowly, deliberately, touched a thumb to her forehead.
She blinked. She looked around the basement, taking in the workbench, the big-ass TV, and the giant cardboard box, from where the two of them lay on the guest bed in the corner. After a moment, she brushed the sweat from her eyes.
“Whew! Good game … I’d forgotten how much I like that.”
He smiled, and stroked her hair.
“So,” said Suzie, curling on her side under her husband’s arm, as she protectively cupped his softening, sticky cock in her hand. “Was that an adequate impression of a temptress?”
He chuckled a little, still out of breath. “It’ll do.”
She laid her head on his chest, looking toward the transmogrifier as she gave his member a little warning squeeze. “Careful, buddy. Or next time I’ll turn myself to ‘Goddess,’ then set it to ‘Bimbo’ and shove you inside. Then you can brainlessly serve my needs like a stupid little pussy slave until I decide to give you your mind back.”
His member throbbed, once, in her hand.
And Calvin murmured, “Promise?”
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To be honest, he wasn't sure if it was what she said or how nonchalantly she said it that made him break out into a sweat.
Unfinished handjob?
Unfinished??
Her tone of voice was so calm, so casual, as if she'd just shared the most ordinary, mundane comment imaginable.
Pausing to let the words sink in, he repeated, "Unfinished? As in... you don't... you know, finish him?"
In that same matter of fact voice she replied, "If you're asking, do I make him cum at the end, no... I don't. Well, rarely. Sometimes I do, but mostly I love leaving him with a hard cock, knowing he's absolutely dying to cum. It turns me on so much seeing him so desperate for an orgasm but not letting him have one."
She always loved the look on a guy's face when she explained her intentions, that look of confusion and disbelief. Placing her hand on his thigh she began caressing it softy, letting it creep slowly higher.
"I know, it sounds mean, doesn't it? But really, it's not. Think about it, don't you love that feeling when a girl is getting you all turned on?... that sensation of your cock getting hard?... how hot it is when you realize she's getting you so worked up that you start to feel an orgasm building up inside you?.... you like how that feels, don't you ?"
He sat motionless as if paralyzed, watching as her hand was now slowly, patiently at work. Unfastening his pants. Lowering his zipper. Freeing his cock.
Breathing heavily, he panted, "Uh huh.... yeah, I do."
"Me too sweetie," she purred, letting her fingertips flutter so lightly along his shaft that he could barely feel it. "I love to feel a cock get hard in my hand... the way it gets so hot... how it starts to throb and drip when it gets really excited. Do you like those things too, baby?"
"Yeah," he whimpered, desperately wishing she'd wrap her hand around it and stroke.
"I like to keep it that way for a long time, all hard and excited," she murmured. "It's just that when I'm done I love to leave it that way... you know, unfinished. It turns me on so much knowing he wants to cum so bad but can't... that for hours and hours he'll be aching to cum and he won't be able to stop thinking about me."
"Oh my god," he moaned.
"Do you think that makes me a bitch?," she asked softly.
"No..."
Touching her lips to his ear she whispered, "No? Mmm, wanna try it? Want me to stroke your cock for you? Give you a nice, long, soft handjob? I won't let you cum when it's over, but it'll still feel really, really good. I promise."
She smirked as he whimpered softly, his mind clearly becoming scrambled. Ever so lightly her soft hand encircled his cock, just barely grasping it as she slowly stroked up... and down... then stopped.
He emitted a moan of both pleasure and need, and she purred, "Want more? You can have more. Just tell me that you want an unfinished handjob and I'll make you feel so, sooo good."
"Oh god," he groaned, his frazzled mind unsure what to do.
She then pulled her hand away completely, leaving his cock in a state of utter frustration. "....but we don't have to if you don't want to," she added calmly. " I can just leave it alone and not touch it at all if you'd rather."
That was it. It was too much to take. He cracked. "No, no, no...go ahead and do it!"
"Do what, sweetie? You have to tell me what you want. You have to say it."
Exhaling deeply he said, "Please... give me an unfinished handjob."
Smirking slightly, she added, "Tell me not to let you cum. Tell me that you don't want me to finish you."
"Oh god...," he whined.
Tracing a single finger along the length of him she purred, "Say it, sweetie.... or you don't get anything at all."
Whimpering he replied, "Ok, ok. Don't let me cum... don't let me finish."
A wicked grin of lust slowly spread across her face. "Mmm, of course baby. If that's what you want, I'd be happy to. I'll just leave it hard... aching... and frustrated for you. Now, you just lie back... relax... and you and I going to have so much fun."
A month later he found himself living out the ultimate fantasy of most men. Two gorgeous, sexy women. Focusing all of their attention on him.
So then, why was he feeling so nervous as he allowed them to guide him back onto the bed?
So anxious when he felt each of them pulling his arms toward the corners of the head of the bed?
So uncertain, even as he willingly put up no resistance as he felt them slipping his hands into the cuffs, leaving him securely bound to the bed?
Perhaps because of his girlfriend's favorite kink?
Unfinished handjobs.
Her seemingly otherworldly ability to pleasure him with her silky soft hands. Stroking him. Petting him. Teasing him. Edging him. Yet always keeping him teetering on the brink.
Never quite enough to allow him to go over the edge, yet never backing off enough to allow him to escape that sensation of wanting to cum so badly he was on the verge of a meltdown.
Exquisite sensual torture that could break any man and bring him to his knees.
So now, bound to the bed and pinned beneath the soft curves of his girlfriend and her bff, his senses were already reeling.
Their softness. Their warmth. Their perfume. Their caresses. Their voices murmuring in his ear.
He let out a soft moan at the first sensation of his girlfriend's fingers fluttering lightly along his shaft. Teasing. Petting. Tantalizing. Giving his defenseless cock no choice but to stiffen and swell in response.
Her voice whispered in his ear, "You know baby, Brooke has a kink too... wanna know what it is?"
Exhaling deeply, he panted, "Yes please..."
He felt a soft tongue sensually licking his other ear, Brooke's voice purring, "My absolute favorite thing is... unfinished blowjobs."
"Oh... my... goddd...," he groaned.
"Brooke and I make quite the team, baby," his girlfriend teased. "I could stroke a cock for hours and hours... just feeling how it throbs in my hand..."
And in his other ear Brooke added, ".... and I could suck it for hours... licking up all the sweet precum as it drips and cries for me...."
Both women grinned at his groan, and the way his arms tugged against his bonds.
"You can't get away from us, baby..."
"...and neither can your cock..."
"...not until we're done with you..."
"...which won't be for a long, long time..."
He let out a whimper of need at the feel of his girlfriend's hand gently wrapping around his cock and beginning to stroke while at the same time felt Brooke's soft, hungry mouth begin to slowly descend down his body.
And in a wicked voice his girlfriend chuckled and added, "...and honey, just to be clear, when we say you won't be going anywhere until we're done with you, I can assure you that doesn't mean that either one of us will be finishing you..."
She smiled at the way her boyfriend instinctively put his arms at his sides the moment she straddled him, making no move to reach for her. If anything, it was quite the opposite, a gesture that signified his surrender. His complete submission to her.
"Just relax baby," she smiled. "I'm not going to tie you down tonight."
She was amused by the look of surprise on his face when he said, "Really??"
"Really," she said in a casual voice. After a brief pause, she casually added, "Brooke texted me a few minutes ago and she's on her way over. She's going to join us tonight. She's been having a rough week so I told her that I was going to let her be the one in charge of you tonight. You know, let her blow off a little steam?"
His eyes widened as he said, "W-wait? What?? Are... are you serious?"
"Mmm, I am, I'm totally serious," she replied. "And baby, she sounded really... really... excited about it. She's really looking forward to it."
"Oh god..."
With a hint of a smirk on her face, she added, "Oh, and by the way, the reason I'm not tying you down is that Brooke asked me not to. She said she wants to be the one to do that to you tonight. And baby, I have to tell you, she sounded really turned on by the thought of that."
"Seriously??..."
"Mmm, very... I couldn't possibly be more serious," she purred seductively. "And honestly, I'm really turned on by the thought of watching her do it..."
"Oh god..."
"... think about it baby... Brooke spreading you out... tying you down... limb by limb... you being such a good boy for her... so helpless... and me watching it all unfold... fuck baby, it's going to be so hot..."
"Babyyyy...," he whimpered.
"Wanna know why she wants to be the one to do it?" Leaning down, she touched her lips to his ear and whispered, "Because.... and her exact words were... 'I want him to be absolutely clear that tonight he's going to be at my mercy'."
"Oh my god...," her boyfriend groaned.
Chuckling, she said, "I know, right? Yeah, you might be in trouble tonight, honey. I've been with her before when she's been feeling on a power trip. I absolutely love it. It's sooo hot to watch her at work on a guy when she's in that kind of mood. All I'm saying is, sometimes even I end up feeling a little sorry for the guy by the time she's finished with him...."
"Oh my god...."
"...baby, you know I absolutely love teasing your cock, but Brooke? Sweetie, if she's in the right mood, she can be an absolutely devastating, merciless cocktease.... it's crazy hot what she can do to a guy..."
"Fuckkk...," he whimpered beneath his breath.
Just then they heard the sound of their front door opening, closing, locking, then footsteps making their way up the stairs. Grinning down at him, she purred, "Oooh, she's here baby, I left the door unlocked for her. Are you ready for her?"
She smiled as he exhaled nervously, then leaned down, letting her tongue tease his ear. In a sultry whisper, she purred, "If I were you, I'd be on my very best behavior for Brooke tonight. Don't get me wrong, we'll both be having our way with you but remember... she's the one in charge tonight so there won't be anything I'll be able to do to save you... "
"Oh god...," he moaned softly.
"Mmm, I know baby, I can hardly wait either... it's going to be so hot. Oh, and honey? One last thing.... good luck tonight... I have a feeling you're going to need it..."
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