PleasureTorture

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“I was so wet all night afterwards, just thinking about it.”

The words were as enticing as the image you sent the following morning in reaction to the evening before.

How my actions affected you, and how I hope just that evening alone plays on your mind for many, many nights to come.

No restraints were needed – merely my hands and words of command were enough.

Both of us were naked, yet all the attention was lavished upon your sensitive form. My head between your thighs, your fantasies already causing your pussy to glisten. I didn’t tease you. For once that was not my intention. Instead, I simply prepared your clitoris for what it was to soon endure. I trailed my tongue along the folds of your pussy lips before circling around that tender nub, coaxing it from its hood. The rocking of your hips, along with your moans and whimpers for more, would have been enough, but I waited for the twitching of that stiffened clitoris to be my guide. Once I closed my mouth around it, there would be no going back.

At first, I simply let my tongue roll back and forth, taking pleasure in the constant little twitches of your clit, as if it wished to dance with the rhythm of my mouth. Soon I pursed my lips and simply sucked against the very tip of it, letting you know how focused that sensation will be. My hands at first caressed your thighs and your waist, letting you know that your body, just like your pleasure, remained within my firm grasp. Once I pressed my lips down to engulf the entirety of your clitoris, to spread that pleasure deeper, that’s when my hands slid upwards, caressing your chest. Every inch of your body was to partake in this dance.

When I pushed my mouth right against your apex, sucking your clitoris in deeply, as if trying to trap it against the roof of my mouth, that’s when it was helpless to the wrath of my tongue. It lashed relentlessly against the underside of your clit while I continued to suck. Each time you built to a crescendo, your rocking hips and stuttered gasps told me enough to know when to back off. Once again, the quivering of your clitoris and those wondrous convulsions of desire let me know just how close you were getting. I only paused for a few seconds each time, the intention solely to keep building you up further and further – not to deny you, but to simply prolong and intensify the moment that was to come.

My fingers all the while traced around your nipples, keeping them achingly stiff and in need, occasionally feigning to pinch them each time you moaned and got closer to the edge. All to signal to you that they’d be pinched the moment you’d come.

So intoxicating – the softness and wetness against my chin and the way it felt like it urged my mouth to sink in further. Your wonderful moans harmonised with the sound of my suctioning mouth against your slick wet folds.

As the thrusting of your hips became shorter spasms, I knew that it was time. Latching tightly and pressing harder, the whirlwind of my flicking tongue weaving between the stop-start suction, letting you know that this time it was going to happen. With a firm pinch to your nipples, you came. As you writhed and convulsed, I held you steady by keeping my mouth in place, letting you know that the only thing on my mind was all that I wanted to be on your mind: your achingly sensitive clitoris.

You finally reached down and tried to push my head away once squeezing your thighs together didn’t cause me to back off. It wasn’t the fact that you started to beg me to stop, screaming out that it was too intense, that caused me to stop. What caused me to stop was knowing that you’d need to recover a little if it were to continue further. How helpless you looked when you were breathing deeply, your body jerking in the aftershocks of your orgasm. When I then angled myself so that my lower body was at your side, my upper body still down by your thighs, that’s when you knew it was time to start again. I didn’t position your hand around my erection just so that you could pleasure me in return. It was so that you understood how much doing this to you turns me on, how the next steps of your erotic torment would make me pulsate and throb.

As you stroked my cock with one hand, I pinned your other down and began to lick your pussy again. Those lips were already so red and swollen, your clitoris a scarlet button for me to further abuse. You protested as my tongue made a slow path up and down your folds, lapping at your dripping wetness before nestling against that tender cherry. As much as you begged me to stop, you continued to stroke my length all the while. Once I began to suck it again, your scream for mercy quickly became a scream of realisation that your body would betray you. The orgasm happened quickly. I had to keep your hand held down tightly as you struggled, though I loved how tightly you squeezed my shaft while you continued to orgasm. When you released my cock to stop me once you came down, realising that I wasn’t going to stop, I ordered you to keep stroking me. You did as told before whimpering as my tongue lapped away at that poor, hypersensitive clit.

I only had to tell you to stay still once, to stop you from trying to escape as I began sucking it again. I know you enjoyed feeling my cock continue to twitch in your grasp. As much as you begged me to stop and to just fuck you, I know that deep down you wanted me to torture you with my mouth – that’s why when I told you that I’m going to devour you until you can’t possibly come anymore, and only then will I fuck you, that you came the moment my mouth returned to your clit. The instant squeal and then silence as you convulsed alerted me that you’d passed out for a moment.

I thought at that point it was time to penetrate you, that your clitoris was too sensitive to the touch to do anything else with, particularly as you jumped every time my fingers came close to it. Though while fucking you hard, I realised that I was wrong. I had fucked you to so many orgasms that it seemed like you couldn’t come any more. After we had played a little game, having me count every thrust and telling you that I’ll only give you a break if you can take ten without coming (which you failed at for nearly ten minutes), it seemed like we were done. When you were panting and saying that you can’t come any more, that’s when I put the thought in your mind:

“Imagine if there were three of me, one to hold you down, one to fuck you like this, and another to just constantly be sucking your clitoris. Even as you cried that it was too much, even as you pleaded for mercy and screamed for us to stop, we wouldn’t stop sucking your clitoris while fucking you.”

The moment I said that, you came… and came… and came again.

It seems as if you get off at the thought of even more torment. The image you sent, with those wet clothes clinging to every enticing curve, urges me to give it to you right now. Instead, however, I’ll wait, letting you spend another few nights dripping wet from the memories. I’ll let you bask in an afterglow that seems to last for days. With this image, I’ll envision all the things I intend to do to you. I assure you, the next time we meet, I’m going to tie you up and feast on your pussy so much that last night will feel like merely a warm-up.

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Image submitted by: Gia Rose