cfnm – PleasureTorture

She had planned his anniversary gift for quite some time, to have a mutual friend of theirs help in contributing to her partner’s biggest turn-on, being brought to the edge of orgasm repeatedly.

Having tied him down on the bed, she and her partner in crime spent the evening teasing every inch of his member, taking turns slowly wrapping their mouths around the swollen tip, sucking down around his pulsating shaft and slipping their tongues around every sensitive ridge. Keeping her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, she could always feel the familiar pulse, letting her know just when he was right there and ready to erupt, just enough notice to tell them to back off.

Repeatedly the sensation of their tongues motioning around his length, fast enough to keep his body tense with stimulation but slow enough not to bring him over the edge, makes him finally give way to his need for release. Her knowledge of just how his balls tighten so much and how the base of his cock twitches when on the edge would be what would torture him most; they were having too much fun with him to stop now. However much his cock throbbed in the purple shade of frustration. However much his hips tried to thrust with enticing anticipation, they wanted to make sure it’d be an anniversary gift to be remembered.

Anticipation

Haunted House (David)

Laying him down on the table was easy once the zombie nurses whispered to him that he was soon to experience the delights he had written down on the haunted house waiver. The thought of having his cock teased without him being able to stop it aroused him greatly. Once they laid him face down, his cock slipping through a hole in the table, he sensed what was to come, particularly when they strapped the cuffs around his waist, wrists and ankles to hold him helplessly in place.

David still had no idea where his friends were even after spending the last ten minutes searching for them through the maze of pitch-black corridors. He had welcomed the clutches of the performers once they found him, particularly once they started to strip him, though they never told him where the others were, no matter how much he quizzed them. Just as he felt something touch his exposed manhood, speakers began to play the moans and screams of the friends who had vanished. Those sounds alone aided the slight touches in stiffening his sensitive length.

Just Enough

Time had lost all importance: not a moment had passed where his shaft had not felt the soft, wet, teasing sensations of a tongue sliding up and down, flicking against his manhood continuously. He wanted nothing more than for them to just keep wrapping those gorgeous lips around him, to grant the mercy of a more physically impacting pleasure; the two knew this and it fueled their desires even more.

They gazed sensually at the object of their lust, relishing the sensation of his throbbing cock against their tongues, knowing exactly when to slow down, to prolong the joy. They could feel the fast beat of his heart pulsing through his shaft, twitching in the rhythm of his sexual exertion.

The fluttering of their lapping tongues drove him wild, yet for what must have been hours, the sensations had cruelly not been enough to tip him over the edge, keeping him locked in a perpetual state of pleasure. One of the girls kept a hand tightly around the base of his shaft, feeling every surge that pumped through his cock, knowing just when the pinnacle was near. It constantly pulsed and she knows there was no denying it any longer. Never had his cock felt so erect, so full and so complete. Their tongues continued to work him, not changing even as his ecstasy erupted. Every inch of him seized as pleasure overcame him, every minute they had kept him locked in this arousal now climaxing in one moment. Having been teased for so long with such little flickers of sensation, even those minute touches were finally enough to at last topple him over into orgasm. As long as he stayed erect though, they would continue to carry on just as before.

They keep him held on the brink over and over, that constant pulsating sensation shoots through his body, threatening to bring him to his knees, to buckle to their whim. What started as a pleasurable bet, an erotic challenge, has become an exercise on his will. He tries desperately not to beg for them to let him come, to keep his hands behind him and withstand it until they tire, yet every ounce of willpower seems to be directed at simply not letting his legs give way.

They feel that swollen length twitch against their mouths, bringing warmth within from simply imagining how it must feel, to have these inches of your body licked and teased to the brink over and over again. It almost makes them shiver in pleasure at the thought. Their soft lips press along his throbbing manhood, delighting in the pulse of it against their tongues. It lets them know that even though it isn’t enough to push him into orgasm, it is enough to keep him praying for it.