I told you you could cum if you can keep your head up and staring at my fingers working your g-spot under your panties. I never said I wouldn’t slow down when you’re close. You didn’t realize the pleasure gets deeper the more fatigued your sexy abs become. The better it feels the weaker you become. The longer you clench, the better it feels.
Don’t worry, I’ll give you another chance. Head up, pet. Your exercises aren’t done yet.
When Dawn has her sights on someone, she claims them. When someone as gorgeous as her shows interest, it’s all over. From an early age she knew she could use her body, particularly her ass, to get whatever she wanted. And these days Dawn wanted to claim men. Break them. Men are thought of as the ones with the power. She enjoyed disproving this theory.
Dawn told them from the beginning, entering into a sexual relationship with her came with a condition: once they cummed she would never see them again. And she meant just that.
So she would tease them, edge them and make them insane with lust before climbing on.
“Just remember our arrangement,” she would warn before her tight pussy engulfed them. Trapped them in wet pleasure, rational thought instant escaping.
To their credit, some men fought their urge. They asked her to slow down or stop. She would comply…at first… enjoining the game. Soon, she would still gently move and squeeze ever so slightly when they couldn’t take anymore, sending wave after wave of pleasure surging through them. Other times she’d whisper, “Oh God, I’m so close, baby. Hold on while I cum around you. Hold on, it feels soooo good…let me keep going baby…just a bit longer…”
Few survived that. How could they? But every once in awhile she would meet someone whose control surprised even her. This one kept holding her down when he got close so she couldn’t move, so she squeezed. And whispered in his ear how badly she wanted him to fill her up. But as he released her hips and she started sliding again, he quickly held her down again.
Dawn smiled.
This one would be her greatest accomplishment yet. The hard ones were always more satisfying. She felt his cock twitch inside her. He was so close he was holding her every time she took him in.
“Oh yes,” she thought. She was going to have fun with this one.
Closer…we can get you closer. Once you’re there just gentle taps on your clit to make you lose all language skills. I love how you start shaking EVERY TIME from the pleasure and the fight to keep from spilling over. The taps aren’t enough to send you over, nor do they allow a reprieve from the stimulation. The more I get to know your body, the better I’m able to keep you RIGHT THERE with subtle changes in speed and pressure. So by all means keep squirming. I’ll just hold you tighter as the taps continue…
You can take a little bit more. The edge can be finer. I can’t guarantee you don’t break soon. But that’s why you’ve come, yes? To have your brain shut off awhile? But perhaps you didn’t think a man could be THIS patient…THIS in tune with your body. I know it can’t lie, even as you try to mask your reactions to try and cum without me noticing. That nearly worked an hour ago, but since then not only have I come to recognize your “tells”, the pleasure has increased tenfold. There’s no masking it now. I intend to exploit that one…
edge…
…after…
…the…
…other.
When you finally DO cum (IF you cum), will I send you home or overwhelm your body will more than it can handle?
But those are questions for later.
Much later.
Now let’s see those eyes roll back again as you teeter on the edge yet again.
I know it’s getting harder to hold back. You’re so sensitive having been edged by my tongue so long. But this is where I love to be. Carefully keeping you one little lick away from spilling over and having the waves of orgasm come crashing down.
You never knew the tiniest of movements on the perfect spot on your clit could cause so much ecstasy. If only I’d give you a little more…
One of my favorite things to do is entice you to straddle my face as I tease you with the possibility of cumming. The problem is you always clench your thighs around my head when you’re about to cum, making it soooo easy to stop for a second and begin tiny taps on your clit that keep you
right
fucking
there.
Not only do I love to make you want to cum more than pretty much anything ever, I love equally when you come to realize what I’m doing, climb down, agressively put my arms and legs in the straps and begin to give me a taste of my own medicine. The lusty gaze and mischivious smile you give me let’s me know you’re going to make me feel as frustrated (or worse).
You know how when you’re reading a really good book you never want to put it down? Just keep going. Just a little more before you call it a night. An hour later you’re still going strong. Captivated by the words and the scene playing out in your head. That’s how I feel when I have you at a particularly fine edge, my tongue gently finding just the right spots on your clit to massage and tease. After every edge it’s “Maybe just ONE more.” But then when I feel your clit bouncing, your cunt squeezing and hear you try and stifle another moan I can’t help but think, “Maybe just ONE more.”
At this rate the novel of your denial is too good. I need to finish before letting you go. The twist? Another page gets written after every edge. There’s no end in sight. So I’m going to keep on “reading.”
Synopsis: She teased me with her delicate and talented fingers, stroking my cock, bringing me closer and closer to the edge of climax. My body arched and strained in my bonds. My cock head felt so taut that I wondered if the purplish skin might tear. Again and again, she wrapped her oil-slick fingers around my head and twisted. She was going to make me cum. I had little doubt that anything could prevent that as this point. Then, she stopped. She put a warm finger to my lips and whispered, “Shhh, I know this is difficult for you. It’s supposed to be…"
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