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Once the final strap had been secured, binding him to the chair, she straddled him… tantalizing his senses with the softness and scent of her curves that were just out of his reach. Smiling inwardly at the way his gaze fell to her breasts, she rose up, taunting him with their nearness.
“Should we get started, baby?,” she asked, a teasing lilt in the tone of her voice as she seductively let down her hair. “Are you ready for me to show you just how badly I can make you want me?”
His breathing was labored, his body was trembling. He was sinking deeper into his abyss of arousal, now helplessly ensnared in her web of femininity.
Her voice purred with lust, her hips grinded against his trapped erection, her hot breasts imprisoned his face. She smiled at his muffled whimper, the straining of his muscles.
"What's the matter, baby? Is there something that you want?", her voice soft, sultry and taunting.
Still, she had barely begun with him. He was going to feel to the full force of her sensual arsenal and there was nothing he could do to escape it.
Rising off of him she moved behind him, peeling off her panties that were warm, moist, scented with her creamy wetness. Carefully she tugged the fabric down over his head, her soft hands gently stroking it into place to ensure that his every breath would be tormented by the erotic scent of her arousal.
Smiling at his whimper, from behind she whispered into his ear, "Poor, helpless boy....so hard for me already. Imagine what it will be like for you when I actually start to.... tease... your... cock."
This poor young man was a mess. First, he'd found himself being erotically taunted by the voluptuous curves of the most alluring, most erotic woman he'd ever known.
And now, for the last forty-five minutes not only had he been left with no choice but to breathe in her intoxicatingly erotic scent from the panties she'd tugged down so strategically over his head, but also for the first time in his life he'd found himself truly at the mercy of a cocktease extraordinaire.
Once she'd ensured he'd have no escape from breathing in her sensual scent, she'd made herself comfortable between his legs, freed his cock, then proceeded to take her time showing him just how exquisitely she could drive a man insane with both pleasure and... frustration.
Never before had he felt such dizzying pleasure, his mouth hanging open and mind reeling from the way she so skillfully and patiently worked his cock. She unleashed all of her considerable skills on her prey... her hands, her tongue, her mouth... purring softly as his uncontrollable moans and gasps of pleasure filled the room.
But also, never before had this poor man felt such agonizing frustration, his bonds sentencing him to pleasure that would do nothing but build, never be allowed release. In his wildest imagination he could have never imagined it was possible to be this turned on, this agonizingly hard, this maddeningly close to orgasm over and over....yet never be able to cum even once?!
It seemed physically impossible. Sorcery? Witchcraft? Black magic? Yet the more desperate his pleas for relief became, the more his tormentress simply smiled and cooed with satisfaction.
"Aww, what's the matter, baby?.... does that feel good?... do you wanna cum?... is that what you want?... and you're so close too, aren't you?.... but you can't quite get there?... you poor thing..."
Finally, with a soft, amused chuckle she rose from her knees. With her soft, full breasts near his face she tugged the moist panties off of his head and purred, "Open up for me, sweetheart..."
When he complied, she smiled and murmured, "That's a good boy," this time feeding the fabric into his mouth. As she worked, she sweetly assured him, "You're not in trouble honey. Trust me, I'd love nothing more than to listen to your sweet moans, whimpers, and pleas for hours and hours. But sweetie, you were becoming a little loud, and I can't risk the neighbors knocking on the door asking questions, now can I? That might spoil all of our fun, and sweetheart I've barely scratched the surface of everything I have in store for you tonight."
She chuckled at his muffled whimper then settled back down between his legs. Now, instead of his senses being teased by her scent, they were being tantalized by the taste of her dewy nectar.
Her soft hand wrapped gently around his shaft and resumed slowly, teasingly stroking him toward the edge yet again. In an innocent voice she asked, "Sweetie?... I can't remember, but before I adjusted the panties for you was there something you were asking about?... something that you wanted?... I can't recall but it seems that there was?... and that whatever it was, that you wanted it really, really bad?"
She fought back a smirk at how hard this poor man was trying to communicate with her, made even more desperate from the fact that his cock was once again approaching the edge from her sensual stroking.
"I'm sorry baby, I can't understand you... can you speak more clearly?...," she murmured. "Baby, if there's anything I can do to make you feel better just tell me... I'd be happy to... but sweetheart, you have to tell me what you want..."
His muffled begging was desperate, sweet, and adorably pitiful. Then just before he was about to cum she let go of his cock. Again. Leaving it to quiver and twitch helplessly in untouched frustration. Yet again.
She fought back a grin at his tormented whimper and defeated expression. Instead she sweetly purred, "No?.... you're good?... there's nothing I can do for you sweetheart?... there's nothing that you need?..."
She licked her lips with lust at his groan of frustration, the way his cock quivered and wept with its need to cum, and the way his body visibly trembled with need for her in his bonds.
"Well then," she purred. "In that case, let's just continue with what we were doing. That was fun, don't you think baby?"
And with a sultry purr, her tongue gathered up the precum dripping down his cock, then her soft, warm mouth took him beside and she began slowly, excruciatingly leading him back to the edge yet again....
Then, with his cock once again quivering with its need for relief she let it momentarily slip from her mouth. Gazing up at him with her eyes sparkling wickedly, she asked, "...but I do have one question for you sweetie. In your entire life, have you ever wanted a woman more than you want me right now?"
Although his words came out as nothing more than muffled sounds, the pleading look in his eyes and the way he so vigorously shook his head from side to side could not have been more sincere.
A satisfied, triumphant smile slowly spread across her face. "Aww, well aren't you sweet? Thank you baby..."
With a seductive purr, her hand gently grasped the base of his steely hard shaft. Holding it steady and in place. Almost as if claiming it as her prisoner. Her lips and tongue resumed gliding up and down the length. Kissing. Licking. Sucking. Ravishing it with a sensual assault of pleasure.
And as his muffled moans of pleasure and need became more desperate, her voice seductively urged him on. "....that's it baby... that's what I want... you feel it again, don't you?... your cock getting harder?... all that cum getting closer to getting out?... it feels so good, doesn't it?... you want it so bad..."
And again she stopped. Leaving him on the brink. She smiled reassuringly at the agonized desperation on his face, one finger lightly toying with the base of his cock.
"I know baby," she purred. "You wanna cum, don't you? But it isn't time yet. You have to wait. You don't want it bad enough yet. Honey, the longer you wait... and the more you want it... the better it will be for you. So, we're not gonna be in a hurry... we're gonna take lots and lots lots of time..."
She offered a sympathetic smile when he whimpered helplessly, realizing that after the brief respite her hand was once again gently working him back up with pleasure that would undoubtedly end in frustration.
"I know honey, your cock aches," she cooed. "I can tell... I can feel it in my hand... it's so hard... so hot... there's so much cum trapped inside that wants to get out... but, we're going to leave it in there... we're not going to let it out... not until it's time..."
Tears of frustration were welling up in his eyes and she reassuringly purred, "You're okay sweetie, and you are going to cum... eventually... I promise. And when you do, it's going to be so hot, so intense, so powerful... doesn't that sound good? Isn't that what you want? For me to make you cum so hard that you'll never, ever, forget it?"
The way he looked at her so desperately, so pleadingly, so helplessly as he nodded his head was adorable. "Then you have to let me do it my way. You have to wait as long as I want you to. No matter how badly you want. Okay? Will you let me do that for you sweetie? Give you a once in a lifetime orgasm you'll never forget? Do you trust me to do that for you?"
He swallowed hard, but with no hesitation nodded his head. "Good boy," she said softly, her pace picking up on his cock, working him closer toward the edge.
"So, should we let you cum this time? When you're almost there?," she asked innocently.
She purred softly with delight when he shook his head no. "Mmm, that's right baby, we shouldn't... we should just get you close but then make you wait some more, shouldn't we?"
Again, he nodded helplessly.
"Mmm, we should keep doing this for a while then, right? Keeping you hard?... getting you close?... not letting you cum?... so that when you eventually cum it'll be sooo good for you, and after all that's what you really want, isn't it?," she asked softly.
When he nodded one more time she purred, "Well don't you worry sweetheart, I promise... I can do that for you. I'll keep you nice and hard, but I won't let you cum for a long, long time..."
Muslim religion
The Muslim religion is the fastest growing religion per capita in the United States, especially in the minority races.
Last month I attended a training. During the training session there was a presentation by three speakers representing the Roman Catholic, Protestant and Muslim faiths, who each explained their beliefs.
I was particularly interested in what the Islamic Imam had to say. The Muslim gave a great presentation of the basics of Islam, complete with a video.
After the presentations, time was provided for questions and answers. When it was my turn, I directed my question to the Muslim and asked:
'Please, correct me if I'm wrong, but I understand that most Imams and clerics of Islam have declared a holy jihad [Holy war] against the infidels of the world and, that by killing an infidel, (which is a command to all Muslims) they are assured of a place in heaven. If that's the case, can you give me the definition of an infidel?'
There was no disagreement with my statements and, without hesitation, he replied, " Nonbelievers"
I responded, 'So, let me make sure I have this straight. All followers of Allah have been commanded to kill everyone who is not of your faith so they can have a place in heaven. Is that correct?'
The expression on his face changed from one of authority and command to that of a little boy who had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.'
He sheepishly replied, 'Yes.'
I then stated, 'Well, sir, I have a real problem trying to imagine The Pope commanding all Catholics to kill those of your faith or Dr. Stanley ordering all Protestants to do the same in order to guarantee them a place in heaven!'
The Muslim was speechless.
I continued, 'I also have a problem with being your friend when you and your brother clerics are telling your followers to kill me! Let me ask you a question:
Would you rather have your Allah, who tells you to kill me in order for you to go to heaven, or my Jesus who tells me to love you because I am going to heaven and He wants you to be there with me?'
You could have heard a pin drop.
Needless to say, the organizers and/or promoters of the 'Diversification' training seminar were not happy with my way of dealing with the Islamic Imam, and exposing the truth about the Muslims' beliefs.
In twenty years there will be enough Muslim voters in the US. to elect the President.
I think everyone in the U.S. should be required to read this, but with the ACLU, there is no way this will be widely publicized, unless each of us sends it on! This is your chance to make a difference.
Just Copy & paste.
I just did.
Copied from a friend.
All Day Long!
"You come to this country, take advantage of the system and think because we are tolerant that we are weak and helpless."
The SYSTEM is protecting criminals and punishing citizens.
Should our elected government won't act,
WE THE PEOPLE must!
America First
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