The slightest sensations are the ones that devastate you most.
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Succumb
First, she will straighten her legs and succumb to the sensations that await, a tingle that surges from that little place which seems to pulsate with anticipation. The second command makes her raise her hips for the touch she craves.
That first flicker against her wet pussy will send that spark through her body, though it is the slow little movements which keep it sizzling throughout. The tongue barely touches, the movements barely register, yet the longer it lasts, the more intense it becomes. It slips up and down that little curve, soon circling and enticing that little bud of sensitivity before slipping slowly back up and down once again. So slowly, it verges on cruelty.
After the tongue trails so languidly, the moment those lips press deeply against her sex, all she will crave is for her pussy to be feasted on intensely, furiously. Yet still, the slow motions, trailing that tongue so gently within, parting her lips tantalisingly, will keep the fire raging within her.
Only when she is past the point of pure uncontrollable need will those hips be raised for more, a sign that her pleas will be heeded. The hard press of lips against that softness, devouring her tenderness. Pleasure commands her body as those lips wrap around her mound, sucking up that delicate clitoris while the flickering tongue whips against it – trapped, exposed and helpless. The constant stop-start motion of suction, a pulsing rhythm which the body never tires of. Soon the soft penetration of a tongue adds even more, the motion of being fucked igniting the imagination even further as lips slap against her sex. Perhaps she may then be granted something she craves most, or perhaps it may start all over again…
The desire for pleasure is a never-ending feast.
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Those little slaps against your sensitive sex… just that small bit of contact there makes you crave more, an electric shock of sensation that your body wants to repel and attract all at once.
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Gazing at yourself in the mirror, as if peering through a window at the most erotic scene you have ever witnessed, a spectator to those deepest desires, waiting intently for it to unfold before your eyes.
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Many More Hands
The final day: after a full week of being massaged so sensually night after night without the relief of masturbation, she was trembling with arousal and anticipation as soon as she entered the class once more.
Just as the previous nights, the girl stripped in front of the waiting class of massage students before lying on the table. This time, however, the class remained standing around the table, watching as the massage instructor approached alone.
“Tonight, I will show you just how to bring a woman to the most intense of orgasms. Watch and learn”.
The instructor then began to massage the girl so delicately, so precisely, it instantly sent a shiver through her spine that seemed to spill out through her body in a hot flood of longing. With such intense, calculated precision, the instructor seemed to be able to make her writhe and tremble with merely the slightest of motions. After so many days of pent-up arousal, she was about ready to scream out for more, yet the instructor knew just how to bring her to the boil and keep her there. The slow, steady, yet constant circulation of stimulation was building up to a level of excitement that the girl had never experienced. The instructor seemed to know just when she was at the pinnacle, when to back off, to let her simmer, to work that little bit faster or apply a little more pressure. Very soon, the girl felt that familiar knot within her pelvis unravel, the tight knot inside her snapping harder than ever before – her orgasm seemed to tear through her body with a breath-taking intensity.
It took so long to come down from that unrivalled peak, the shocks of her orgasm made her body tremble. She was thankful that the instructor’s fingers kept working very slowly to prolong the pleasure without over-stimulating her, slowing down just at the right moments when she became a little too sensitive. She breathed heavily, her feelings of embarrassment rushing back at the knowledge of coming in front of an audience. The aftershocks kept her body shaking, a dreamlike state sweeping over her. It wasn’t until the instructor next spoke that her environment came back into focus.
“Now that you have all seen how it is done, time for you to each have a turn.”
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I like to play with my food first.
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It’s all about the anticipation – knowing why you are there, knowing what is to come. What adds to the intensity is realising that it is all merely the beginning. The agonising need, the craving as every inch of you burns for more… it is simply to whet the appetite. Every time it stops, each moment that is taken away, soon you’ll be screaming out for those brief seconds of respite.
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“That’s it, good girl. I know you haven’t come in over a week, but your master made it clear that if you moan or make any sound from my touch, you’ll have to wait another week before you have another chance for that sweet release. I could do this to you all day. Isn’t it so hot to have him watch you while I do whatever I want to you? You are doing very well to keep quiet.”
“Well, you made it. Very well done. Still, you aren’t going to get off that easily. You have to hold back your orgasm for another 10 minutes. Otherwise, if your master sees you coming, you will spend the next three weeks being teased by me without any orgasm. I really want the chance to see you suffer like that, so I’m not going to go easy on you now. Come for me and your master, and embrace your punishment. I know you can’t take any more.”
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