domsarcyn:

The deal was a simple one. Only one of them was allowed to be touching below the waist at once – and the other had to try and whisper things that would make them both cum… but they had to edge at the same time or the orgasm was invalid and unauthorised. 

Arc had been touching for almost an hour now, keeping them both at a low boil because she was a dumb bitch who thought the build up was better than the pay off… So Mandy reached up to cup Arc’s tits, and buried her face in her hair as she growled in her ear. 

The most frustrating thing was, Arc had to voluntarily remove her hands before Mandy was allowed a turn…. And she just kept teasing lightly, never driving either of them high enough to get anywhere close to an edge. Mandy squirmed and tried begging but Arc just grinned and kept teasing… she was going to drive Mandy completely insane, even if it meant suffering herself.

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eenslaved:

All evening in the library he had been teasing her with the vibrator, keeping the remote control in his left hand as he blithely took notes with the other. Her shoulders hunched and her head was bowed over her open book as she tried to draw as little attention as possible to herself, even though he had seated them in a discreet corner.

He teased her higher and higher towards climax without looking at her, though he was aware of how she quivered. She was anticipating an orgasm. He dialed the vibrator back down to its lowest setting, and a gasped “No!” left her lips as her hands flew from the table to her cunt and hovered there. He smiled at this evidence of her training. He placed the control on the table. Her eyes watched it compulsively. 

“Take your hands away, slut.“ The pads of his fingers pushed against the little scrap of cloth between her legs. 

"John please, you can’t! Not here.”

“If you’re quiet, no one will know. And I didn’t give you permission to call me by name.” He suddenly pulled down the neckline of her shirt, arranging it under the breasts he had been rubbing and pinching throughout their study session. “You already have a punishment coming for taking your hands away from the table. Both hands back on the table.”

“Sir!” Her face was red with humiliation. Her palms trembled as she placed them face down on the table and the mess of her books and papers.

His hand returned to stroking her through the thin fabric. When her thighs clamped his hand, he used his free hand to pinch her nipple hard until she relented with a mortified gasp. His fingertip slipped into her panties and pushed against the small vibrator soaking inside.

He slid his pocketknife out to her by her right hand. He kept his mouth very close to her ear. “You’ll come on my finger like a good girl, and you will beg me to let you gag yourself. We both know how loud you get, slut. But not until you carve something into this table.”

“J-Sir, I can’t! It’s defacing school property, I could get in trouble–”

“You’ll get in more trouble if someone walks over here and sees you on your knees with your tits hanging out as you beg my cock to let you come,” he murmured in her ear. He stole a kiss on her cheek. Her pussy gushed even more, and he smiled. “Do it. I want you to carve ‘Slut’s table’” here. Then I’ll let you come. Wouldn’t you like that? You haven’t come in quite a few days, haven’t you? You know what else I have in my pocket? Your panties from yesterday’s study session. I’ll give them to you to use as a gag…if you’re good.“

onedeadpoet:

Slow. Methodical. To the point where you feel your defenses slipping away and surrender beginning to set in. Maybe today, you think, you’ll be made to cum. It’s been so long.

My fingers collect more of your wetness. Using your body’s natural reactions against itself.

“Stay still,” I say, smiling.

You begin to shutter slightly.

Up and down…so slowly…

Your breath quickens…you begin to pant. You know I love watching you try and not squirm. If only I was behind you, roughly thrusting into you. THAT’s what you think you need. You crave it. The more your need increases, the worse you need me in you.

“Please…” you beg between gasps.

Up and down…

onedeadpoet:

I love knowing you were supposed to be somewhere else about 20 minutes ago but your brain has been shut off to everything but your pussy.

Just in and out…nothing else matters. No thoughts…just animalistic grunts and expletives espousing the pure bliss coursing through you.

Just relax and let me play your body just the way you need. You’re helpless to the pleasure…to my cock…there’s no place you’d rather be than engulfing me as your abs clench in preparation of a massive orgasm…

But I slow down. Cumming might clear your head, and we don’t want that, do we? No…certainly not. Just a haze of pleasure fog getting thicker and thicker as your arms give out and your eyes roll back.

Somewhere in the fog you hear a faint click. A vibrator springs to life under you as I hold it just out of reach of your now-engorged clit.

Still thrusting I lean forward and whisper…

“Down.”

You lower your hips slightly. A rush of new pleasure surges through you. Suddenly you know you’re going to cum. There’s no avoiding it. Your head buries down into the mattress as you grab onto the sheets for dear life. It’s only been 10 seconds of that fucking thing on your clit but it feels like an hour.

“Up,” you hear.

No, you don’t want to. It feels too good. Your thighs begin to shake.

*SLAP*

My hand makes hard contact with your ass.

*SLAP*

And again.

“UP” you hear again. You groan but oblige.

I don’t stop fucking you. It’s getting to be too much. Too much sensation.

“Down,” you suddenly hear again.

Oh fuck.