“Baby please? Not like this?” The worry in his voice was so fearful it made her moisten with arousal.
At first he’d thought it was just more of her seemingly constant teasing but now he wasn’t quite so sure. Her nyloned toes had been slowly, lightly, teasing along the outline of his cock for so long that she now had it desperately aroused, quivering, and oozing precum.
It had been over three weeks since she’d last allowed him release, which meant his balls were now so heavy with pent-up cum and his cock so ready to burst that his ability to exert any self control and resist her seductive manipulations was now all but gone.
“Shhhh….” she hushed in response to his plea. “Stay still, honey…. don’t move a muscle.”
Sure, she loved to tease him. Truth be known, she was an insatiable cocktease. But for her, her craving for control went far beyond simply denying his orgasm and making him ache for release.
She also loved reminding him that she could also make him cum anytime… anywhere… and in any way that she liked. His pleasure was completely under her control and she absolutely loved having his orgasms at her mercy.
She smirked to herself, savoring the way he was trying so hard to hold back. This man was a wreck. His breathing erratic. Face beaded with perspiration. Body trembling. All from nothing more than her toes just barely teasing across his trapped, desperately needy erection.
Fuck. It was so hot. The feeling of sexual power she had over this man had her absolutely dripping.
He began to sigh…. moan… whimper… the feeling of an orgasm now building up within him at a tortuously slow pace, like a slow rolling train that he had absolutely no ability to control.
“Oh god…,” he whimpered, realizing she now had him at the point that if she continued much longer he’d have no prayer of holding back.
“Please??,” he begged once more. “Please stop??”
“What’s the matter, baby?,” she teased in a voice that was so sexy, so seductive he literally gasped as his cock twitched in response and nearly erupted.
She chuckled in response. “Poor baby…. are you close to cumming, honey?”, she teased in a wickedly taunting voice.
That was it. She’d had him trapped so perilously close to the edge that he was unable to fight it off any longer. His cock twitched mightily as the first throes of his orgasm began.
But, as soon as he cried out in defeat she wickedly drew back her toes, leaving his cock cruelly trapped in orgasm purgatory - the cycle already started beyond the point of no return but with his cock denied even the slightest touch he had no hope of crashing over the edge.
His whine of frustration was so tormented it made her moan with arousal. She watched with delight as his split second of pleasure suddenly evolved into moments of nearly unbearable frustration.
When his cock finally surrendered to the reality that his explosive orgasm was going to remain just out of reach he collapsed back into his chair, panting and dazed, a damp spot spreading on his pants from where a small amount of cum was able to drool from his still swollen, still aching hard-on.
Looking at him with a sympathetic pout she cooed, “Aww, couldn’t hold back, baby? And you were sooo close, weren’t you? Poor thing, that looked frustrating. Was it sweetheart? Was that… frustrating?”