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It was her turn tonight to be taken in just the way she had heard the other girls be taken night after night. They were all there to experience the most intense of orgasms and to have him study their responses after various lengths of masturbation-free nights; they adored his dedication to the exploration of female pleasure. 

This night was hers, time for the other girls to lie awake and try desperately to stem the desire for their fingertips to wander at the sounds of moans and screams of passion, the sounds of flesh against flesh. He, of course, knew how much they craved the touch, knowing that each time he played with them, the deepest secrets of their sexuality were being unravelled by him. His appetite to explore the boundaries of their pleasure simply grew more each time.

Tonight he was to do as he always did, to bring her to a place beyond pleasure, to tease her past the pinnacle of longing, knowing that she indulged in every second of it. His whispers were to melt her thoughts. His soft, slow touches were to turn her body to vapour at his fingertips. 

“I know that soft, dripping wet pussy hasn’t been played with for so long. I know that when I expose that twitching little clitoris, you are going to be begging me to touch more. If you carry on being a good girl like you have been for the last few days, to restrain yourself from touching, to keep those sweet lips spread for my fingertips, to keep your hands away from the rest of your body and leave me solely to stimulate you, I will reward you by finger fucking you hard. Just think of how, if my fingers can do all that to you, how will it feel when soon my throbbing hard cock is pushing against that little entrance, ready to slide deep inside and fuck you hard”.

Tonight was her night to savour.

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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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Writhe, struggle, tense every muscle, it all makes no difference. I will still show no mercy. How does it feel knowing that I can feel every sensation that you experience? How does it feel knowing that I am in control of every touch?

You feel like a puppet on strings as I once again control your fingers to work faster, feeling your body draw to the very edge of an orgasm before I make those fingers slow down, keeping you constantly held on the brink, riding it out repeatedly and so cruelly.

In your mind, you continue to beg me over and over, pleading with me to stop torturing you with denial, yet still, I simply reply with erotic whispers trailing through your consciousness. I once again tell you that I had always wanted to experience the intensity of the sensations a girl must feel when she gets close; now that I have taken control of your body for the night, to share it and feel your pleasure, I will make the most of it, I will push you beyond anything any human has ever experienced before. You aren’t the first girl I have taken control of and teased for the night. For her to wake up and think it was a dream. Though you will certainly suffer so much more than any of the others have. 

My last whispers in your mind make you wish you could wake up…

“If this is what it feels like to keep this body on the edge of orgasm for two hours, I look forward to feeling what it is like after ten more of them”.

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Submission by: sexymarusya

I’m going to keep playing with you until my fingers are the only thing you are thinking about. Every motion, every sound and every desire – all starts and ends with these fingers pressing to that soft, slender slope.

It’s not about thinking how that tight little pussy might feel wrapped around other parts of me. It’s not about me getting turned on by your sounds and movements. It is solely about what these penetrations are making you feel. Every little bit of contact, whether a soft stroke, a slap or a thrust within, is designed to keep you anticipating the next motion. I’ll explore your body, letting you explore your desires.

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I will make you watch yourself. I want you to see everything – every expression – that I see when I am exploring your every little sensitivity. The little motion of your lips when I slide my finger along your clitoris, the little crinkle between your eyebrows as it slips inside, how your mouth parts as I thrust it back and forth. I want you to see what I see if only to catch a glimpse into why I savour every little detail.

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There is nothing better than seeing, hearing and feeling someone’s pleasure as they bask in their desires. To be able to elicit such erotic responses, commanding them in such simple ways.

It’s not just about what is being done to that single part of your body. It’s the thought of someone else delighting in what it does to you entirely, taking such pleasure in your own reactions.

“Don’t you dare look away! I want you to keep your eyes pinned on yourself no matter how intense it gets. Watch yourself come.”

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On Display

“Please! Please! I’m begging you!!” 

Depending on what time you arrived, that plea could either have been a desperate cry for anyone to let her come or a tortured scream for the orgasms to cease. 

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