You under-estimated my patience.
You had said you were used to guys not giving you want you wanted. You were used to guys leaving you wanting more. Getting turned on, then getting disappointed was nothing new for you so this wasn’t going to be any different. Matter of fact you almost told me to fuck off…but there was apart of you that was curious. I didn’t seem arrogant, simply sure.
So, being a strong women, you made the first rules:
1.) I had to keep my clothes on.
2.) You agreed to 30 minutes, and no more (unless you got bored)
3.) My hands only
I only made one rule:
1.) No cumming until you were given permission.
I explained this meant no wussing out on me. I was betting that you were wrong about how turned on you’d get, and if I was right, I wanted to enjoy the wet mess I’d make out of you for the full 30 minutes.
You agreed, and if you were honest with yourself the loss of control you were agreeing to, had you turned on before we had even started.
And then we started.
My hands weren’t eager, they were careful. They didn’t hurry nor did they apologize for drinking you in. The massage with a sexy twist was delightful and new in a surprising way. It only took me 10 minutes before I knew I had been right. It was 15 before you were willing to admit it to me.
By the time we had gotten here it was 45 minutes in and I had yet to touch your little pussy directly.
I had stopped at 30 and you had said “keep going.” I told you no…unless you gave me another 45 minutes. You agreed easily, figuring if the first 30 were this good….
But then I changed. The touches had stopped being soothing. They felt planned to tease you. I was rough with your nipple while you laid on your back and I had rubbed just above your mound. You felt the need rising and by the time I had turned you over and pushed my thumb into your ass your moans had gotten away from you.
This was the final straw though. This was so much more intense then simple disappointment of being aroused an not cumming. This was a genuine dread that I wouldn’t let you cum mixed with an arousal so strong you could no longer fully pronounce words.
“Make me cum!” was the moan that escaped your lips.
“I have 30 minutes left that you agreed to,” was my reply. “And you agreed not to wimp out.”
“Fuuuuuuck…” escaped your lips, and it sounded more like despair than anger.
With 15 minutes left you were begging for my fingers inside you or on you…at least that’s what I could understand from your broken sentences.
With 5 minutes left you asked for my cock.
“My cock?” I paused my hands on you, not moving, which you weren’t sure was better or worse than what I had just been doing. “My cock, will cost you another hour.”
“An hour?"….
"Well, I’ll use my cock on you sooner, but I want an hour more of time to decided when you get to cum.” I said as I began moving my hands again. “If you want to stop now, I suppose you can and then just rub your pussy on your own and make yourself cum.”
“Wait what?!” “Your not going to make me cum if we stop?” …you were confused and upset enough to briefly make sense.
“I told you that I would tell you when you could and couldn’t cum for 30 minutes, I never promised to make you cum.” and that you realized was the trap.
“Make me cummmm….” game your begging voice. You were a little horrified to be honest at the sound of your begging.
“If you want me to make you cum, I will, but that will cost you 2 hours in addition.” “Think about it carefully before you agree.” I withdrew my hands again from your body to give your mind and body a another little rest.
“Will I have to wait 2 hours to cum?” you said more thoughtfully than I would have thought you were capable of at the moment…
“No, you’ll get to cum in the next 10 minutes.” The words were barely out of my mouth before you answered “Okay 2 hours.”
The moment you started cumming I pulled my hands off your pulsing pussy and replaced the rubbing with 20 fast firm spanks. The orgasm rendered you mute as you shook from each spank. You would have stopped the strikes with your hands if you could of but I held them, and you were in no condition to fight well. Then I stopped touching altogether as you writhed in front of me.
“Fuck no fuck….ahhhh” escaped your lips.
I could tell it was intense, but at the same time did nothing at all to abate the arousal you felt. The look you gave me was one of shock and something desperate that I suspect was a look that had never been on your face before.
“Now, ready for your next two hours?”
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