Your pussy throbs

How long has it been since I allowed you an orgasm? It feels like years.

“Please?” you ask, an air of desperation in your voice. “Please?”

I’m silent, watching you, a thin smile – no, a smirk – on my face.

“I’m begging!” you say.

“No you’re not,” I observe. “You’re TELLING me you’re begging. That’s different.”

You look annoyed, petulant, as you lower yourself to your knees. You bring your hands together, bow your head. “I beg you,” you say. “I’m begging you. I beg you to let me come.”

Slowly, slowly, I take two steps toward you. I place a hand under your chin. Gently, firmly, I lift your head until our eyes meet.

“I’m….”

“Shhh,” I say. And you’re quiet. Your eyes look almost teary. Your hunger is palpable.

I press the bulge in my jeans against your lips. Instinctively, you breathe a hot breath on me.

“What is it you want?” I ask.

“To come,” you say, too quickly. “Please. Let me come.”

“Why do you want to come?” I ask.

You’re puzzled.

“Fuck,” you say. “I can’t even remember the last time I came.”

“I see.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“No?!?”

“No.”

Silence. We are at a standoff.

“You are confused,” I explain. “This orgasm is mine, not yours. You will come not when you want to, but when I want you to. You will come for my pleasure, for my satisfaction. Not for yours.”

“Please?” you say. “I’ll do anything.”

“I know,” I say. “But that’s not enough. Your motivation is selfish.”

“So what should I do?” you ask. “I’m dying here.”

“Dying?”

“Yes, dying.”

“I see.”

I take some steps back, sit in an armchair, ease my cock, hard, out of my jeans. Slowly, I begin to jerk myself off. You lick your lips. You reach down to touch yourself. I stop. “No,” I say. “Don’t touch yourself.” You do as I say, returning your hands to your thighs.

I resume my stroking. It’s not long before I start to buck. You watch intently. I get up. I step toward you, still stroking. I’m about to come.

But where? On your face? In your mouth?

“Please???” you say.

3 comments

    1. And I should add, reading this, it’s quite obvious what the answer should be… but being her, there, I’m sure it’s not that easy…

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