Christmas Night

On the night of Christmas, she came to grant his wish, though it would last far beyond merely just the night. Awakened from such a gentle sleep, already fully strapped down and helpless for his dream situation. She said nothing, there was no need, her touches would convey everything needed. Every year she would fulfil a lucky man’s greatest desire. 

Just the lightest touch from her felt like an electric shock of sheer ecstasy, so intense that he was almost worried how it would feel once she pressed her entire hand around it, or even her mouth. He’d soon find out though that her sexual power was far beyond what he’d ever have imagined, that there would be no way of coming until she willed it upon him, no matter how much he could take. When he started to beg and shout out for release, the only response he’d continue to be met with was that same lustful gaze. She could keep him safely erect for as long as she desired, that would be enough to communicate her intent.

After the hours passed, in those brief moments when he could think of anything except the agonizing need for the orgasm trapped away, in the spare few seconds not spent hopelessly pleading with her to let him come, he wondered whether to call her an angel… or a demon. 

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She takes her time, bringing them to the edge repeatedly one after the other, moving on to the next and back again. Their throbbing cocks pulsate with need as she wonders who will be the last to give in.

The three of them must stay hard throughout while holding back the orgasm which constantly surges through that twitching shaft. The hardest part is looking into those hungry, lustful eyes of hers, knowing that if they manage to outlast the other two, the prize of fucking her will be theirs. The thought of penetrating her tight, wet pussy makes it even more unbearable.

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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.

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