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Drifting Desire – Part 12

“You’ve done well. Ask me for what you want, my pet, and I’ll consider your request.” You hesitate, a million games running through your head too, perhaps.

“Please, put my penis in your mouth. Please, let me cum.” I smile, self-satisfied, like a cat flaunting its kill.

“You read my mind,” I purred, swinging into action. Blow jobs are a favorite of mine. Though this one will be a reward, sometimes they can be used as a very teasing punishment. Either way, the control I hold over the situation turns me to full-boil.

“Stand up. Lean against that shelf. Spread your legs. More! Arms above your head and hold onto the side.” I look you in the eye now. “If at any time, you let go of that shelf, we’re done here for today. Understand?” At your fervent nod, I smile, naughtily, and twist around, wedging my ass against your crotch and sliding your cock along my crevice once more.

“I want to lick that off of you,” I say, pulling away and turning to sink back on my haunches, facing your bloated inflamed cock, now turning purple around the head. The vein underneath is throbbing.

I look up, my lips poised before your member. “I won’t tease you too much this time. I want to reward you for your manners, pet.” Still looking up, my lips open and I bury that hot length down to the root. My tongue ring caresses that throbbing vein all the way back to the tip. Suction and spit and my own sweet juices combine in an intoxicating blend. Soon you add salty pre-cum to the mixture.

I rear back, mouth full of sex fluids. Tauntingly, watching your face, I drip the cream on the head of your dick.

“Good god,” you croak out. I smile, evilly, and lick it off, repeating this a few times.

…To Be Continued….

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Drifting Desire – Part 9

As you struggle to do so, I loosen the cable on your wrists and it falls to the floor. Your hands and shoulders are slow to move back in front, tight and sore from their captivity. From behind, I massage the blood back into your wrists, reaching up to massage your exhausted shoulder muscles. I shiver myself, unspeakably pleased with your submission.

“Next time, you’ll have a cock ring to help you, but this time, I’ll take it easy on you. Lean down.” You lean across your desk on your elbows. More lube and I start your wicked massage again. You start to relax again. Your sighs come quicker and shorter. My other hand reaches down to sample your cock again. Hard as concrete covered in velvet, your balls full and drawn up tight.

“Hmmm, you are liking your punishment. Let’s see how much more you can take.” With my hand wrapped tight across the top of your hard-on in a makeshift ring, I press the well-lubed thumb of my other hand against your slickened hole. You tense and I ease up but hold the pressure.

I lean over your back and nibble on your ear. “You’re going to like this,” I whisper wickedly.

…To Be Continued….

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Ultimate Tease and Denial – Part 4

I get situated between his legs and start to play with my tits.  I cup them in my hands and tweak my nipples.  Then I let them pop out of the bra a little bit and ask him if he wants me to tit fuck his hard cock.  He licks his lips and says “oh yes, please”.  So I dangle my full breasts right over his dick and let my nipple brush the head of it.  Then I tell him that it’s too bad because he will not be getting tit fucked tonight, LOL.

I reach over and grab the warming lube and pour some onto my hands so that they are nice & slippery.  Then I take his cock in my right hand and I start to stroke it very slowly.  Nice long, deep strokes, twisting my hand as I go up & down.  He groans and tells me how much he loves it when I stroke it like that.  “I know baby”, I say with a little smirk and I decide to step it up a notch while I squeeze his balls.  He really nuts up the faster I stroke.  I can hear him breathing harder & I know he’s getting close when he says “baby…baby!”  So I give it a few more strokes and then just pop my hand right off.

Time to switch things up a little and remind him why he serves me.  I stand up and stretch my arms high above my head as I remove my bra and play with my nipples.  Then I strut to the head of the bed and plant my left boot across his throat.  I’m not intending to choke him, but I do want to see that second of fear in his eyes as he thinks about his air supply being cut off.  I move my foot now so that he can turn his head and lick my boot.  When I give the order, he licks obediently, even sucking on the heel as if it were a substitute for the parts of my body that he is dying to touch and lick and suck on.

As he worships my boot, I bend over and start stroking his cock again.  Just stroking a few times and then popping my hand off over and over.  I can hear his sharp intake of breath every time my hand pops off like that.  Then I put my boot back on the floor and ask him if he wants a blow job.  Of course, he tells me “yes”, quite emphatically.  So I move back between his legs and bend over very close to his hard cock.  He can feel the tips of my hair brushing against his thighs.  I keep leaning my mouth closer and my tongue is sticking out.  But when my lips get right up to his cock, I pull back & blow on it, laughing loudly.  “There’s your blow job.  You didn’t really think I was going to suck it did you?” I ask him with an evil smile.

To make a long story short, I will keep teasing him all night long.  Even when he begs me NOT to stop, I will stop.  And after tonight, I will tease him while he watches hockey, while we are in the shower, while he’s sleeping.  Every time I see an opportunity over the weekend, he will get teased. I will make his balls swell and his cock leak.  He will think at least twice before cumming again without permission.

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