pleasuretorture:

Perhaps if you’d have taken heed of the warnings you wouldn’t be here. How reckless it was to traverse home alone, but it is too late now. She told you at the beginning that she hadn’t decided what to do with you, whether she’d devour your soul with your climax, or whether to let you live and keep you as her sex toy. You believe her though, that while you might beg for the latter option, in time you’ll be wishing you chose the first. The way her mouth works you as if she’s known more about your pleasures than you could ever fathom yourself, keeping you shivering non-stop.

Every time your length slips between her lips you let out a groan of pleasure the likes of which has never escaped your mouth before. Her tongue wraps around and cradles the head of that pulsating cock as if to let it know that it will never escape. After merely 30 minutes, she has you whimpering in need to come, yet your moans and imploring words do not satiate her nearly as much as the pulse within every vein and each twitch of longing.

No matter how much you ask, she won’t answer just how long she’ll hold you on the brink. All she tells you is that when you do come, it will feel like every orgasm you have ever experienced in your life rolled into one.

She can feel every nerve ending signal just how close you are, feel the moments when you need a little more friction or speed, even feel the times when you start to pray that she’ll let you fuck her. Perhaps if she had told you, however, that the saliva of her kind could keep you safely erect for hours, that she’d be able to keep sucking you for as long as she wanted, maybe you wouldn’t have been begging to come quite so fast.

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watchfire-under-stars:

50 days.

When I’ve had seven good days together, she holds me down
and fucks me. My reservations are gone; I fucking love it. I warm up fast under a few teasing touches, and when she fucks her big
dick into me I feel more submissive than I have in years. I’m flooded with
pleasure at the thought that she is simply using me, without
regard to my comfort or consent.

But I don’t come. Without any stimulation to my clit, I
don’t really get close.

My body will learn, or it won’t. I’ll come, untouched, on
her cock, or I won’t. It’s out of my control. Every day, checklist in hand, I
work to be good, to earn a fucking. After seven good days together, she gives
me what I’ve earned. Each time the pleasure I feel is more intense, more indefensible.

But I don’t come.

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