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.
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."
"Do you think that makes me a bitch?," she asked softly.
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."
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."
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