I was about to explode, finally.
Release was within my grasp, so close I could taste it, tension built from the very centre of my being, from my perineum, my full balls, my painfully hard erection. I was ready to erupt in the most ecstatic and pleasurable release. My toes curled, Her fingers wrapped tightly around me masturbating me firmly and rhythmically. She eyed me like a lion watching its pray in a nature documentary.
‘Oh please yes yes…’ I whimper
Her grip relaxed, the speed of her ministrations slowed, and then the worst;
She let go. She stopped.
My erection pulsed uselessly, flailing in the air, I tried pumping my hips upward to no avail. Gritting my teeth, every muscle of my body tense, a coiled spring, every fibre strained. ‘Gahhhh God please please please’ I begged, knowing it would do no good. Tears pricked my eyes. She looked at me amused. This was the fourth time I’d been brought to the edge. My brain was scrambled and my body was nearly vibrating with tension, pent up pressure desperate for release.
‘Awwww did you think I was going to let you cum?’ She giggles.
‘Poor you…’ more giggling.
‘Don’t be sad!’ Her eyes brighten as she says it..
‘You know I tease him like this too? I edge him. I get him close and then I slow down. I build the anticipation. So you should be happy right? You get the same treatment as him.’ I wasn’t convinced.
A cute smile played across her lips before forming into that wicked smirk, a red nail traced up my inner thigh.
‘The only difference is the ending…
Obviously I tease and edge him so that it’s more satisfying for him when he cums. All that pressure released, all his delicious cum, wherever or however he wants.’ She looked in my desperate eyes, enjoying her power.
‘I love pleasing him’ the words like a lance in my heart.
‘That’s what he gets, of course that’s not what you get silly!’ she chuckles.
‘You, I just put you away and leave you frustrated and desperate. To be honest David it amuses me.’
‘You know why’ the phrase she loved to use, always a prelude to reminding me that I have a small penis. To remind me of her lovers huge cock and the privileges it entitled him to.
She leans in close, her fingers still teasing the soft skin between my thighs.
‘Tell me, tell me why’ she breathes the words in my ear.
‘Why does he get everything you want but can never have? Tell me, tell Miss’ cruel words whispered as a finger traces my painful blue balls.
‘Tell me and I might touch you again…’
The finger traces the underside of my hardness making me shiver.
‘Because he’s hung’ I say, resigned to my own humiliation.
‘Mmmmhmmmm… he certainly is….and….what else?’ An evil arched eyebrow, a wicked grin, a hand tantalisingly close to my desperate erection.
‘I only have a little willy’ I sob the last words, signing my fate.
‘That’s right. Good boy’ she grins.
‘Do little willys get to cum?’ Still teasing me with featherlight touches.
I’m frozen. I ache. The denial of release is making my balls ache right into the pit of my jealous stomach.
‘Well?’ She eyes me expectantly waiting for my response.
‘No’ it’s barely a whisper.
‘What was that?’ Her hand moves away completely, my salvation removed. She holds it in the air like the offer of release is off the table until I confess my sins.
‘No, little willys don’t get to cum’ I say quietly but clearly.
‘That’s right, little willys don’t get to cum, not like the big boys’ she teases.
One hand now gently but firmly grips my shaft, while the other hand pulls up the waist band of my underwear…
‘Wait please wait please Miss please I’m begging you please….’ I blurt out as she tucks my hard little willy away with a final gentle pat ‘shush shush, it’s for your own good’ she gives my frustrated penis a final condescending pat through the cotton fabric. |
