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Those fingers tease down towards your sex so tentatively, doing your best to stop yourself from working faster, imagining another’s fingertips tantalising you, savouring your thrusts of desire. Longingly you trail downwards, casting a line of attention directly towards where he would want to focus on. You imagine his intentions, yet just the thought of him getting ready to pounce on you sends a rush through your body. The thought of him spreading your legs and eating you out until you were a screaming, begging mess of pleasure.

You’ve edged yourself many times, yet for some reason, today feels so much harder, as if the tightness of your lingerie makes you so aware of the parts it covers, so aware of how much others would want to strip you right now, to masturbate you relentlessly, to pin you down and take turns denying you until you were writhing in need. The idea of them all waiting and anticipating clamping their mouths around and burying their tongues within your dripping wet pussy makes you quiver on the verge of orgasm.

Finally, as you back off and begin again, your thoughts turn to your current situation, alone in the room and indulging so much in your pleasures and fantasies. The way you can make your own body feel so much, how you so relish the way you can torment yourself, to push yourself to the brink of what your sex can handle. The thought of how your own fingertips can make you moan in such ecstasy makes you almost wish you weren’t so cruel to yourself, just so you could feel that orgasmic release right this second.

You know you can’t hold your orgasm back much longer. You are going to allow yourself to come very soon, though the question is simply what thought is going to be the one that you come to.

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“Stop,” the word that never fails to send a devastating rush through her overstimulated mind. Finally brought back to the reality of her situation, the reality of what control her own fingertips have against the backdrop of her desires. If only the reality would mirror her fantasies, that of being able to dictate when she could climax.

Centre stage, she continues once again, the limits of passion engulfing every inch of her body, the gazes that sweep over her seem to touch like fingertips, as if every pair of eyes brushes tantalisingly along her skin. She wants to beg them one by one for the orgasm that has been denied for so long, though it is clear that these men and women watching her are here for the pleasure being witnessed, with no intention of letting it subside so soon. Her eyes begin anew their search for someone who might show some mercy, scanning the figures, some sitting and some standing but all dressed smartly for this sexual display, for some look of consent for release. Against the gentle backdrop of whispered chat and the sharp tap of wine glasses occasionally being placed on tables, her outpouring moans and sighs of pleasure takes centre stage.  

Fingers slickly coated with her own juices, she stops again as she feels herself teetering on the brink, a dull, aching pulse resonating from her clitoris, being her body’s only means of retaliation for such denial. She focuses on a couple who stands at the foot of the large bed as she begins stroking again. Mouthing the word ‘please’ to the man, she wants him to imagine what it must feel like inside her right now, how her tenderness must be quivering in need, how if he’d give the permission for her to come, how he could imagine feeling himself wrapped within those tight, convulsing folds of silken delight. The man merely smiles and continues to enjoy the delight, all while caressing his partner, who is savouring the sight just as much. For a moment, she thinks of how the light, folding around her body like a sheet, must be illuminating every detail of her dripping wet, glistening sex. The thought makes her reach the edge of orgasm so fiercely that she has to clasp her legs shut in order not to risk going over.

“Open them,” comes the hushed yet no less commanding order from a woman watching to the side, one of the closest people around her. Every feeling of desperation, of animalistic need, of agonising arousal, seems to instantly melt away to reveal the purest pleasure she has ever felt. The control of her own body, of her own pleasure, being held in the palms of not only those around her, but specifically this woman watching with such intent, makes her sexuality feel like the most important thing in the world, the very centre of existence.

Looking deeply into this woman’s eyes, she holds her gaze while her fingers slip within, seeming to explore herself deeper than she’d ever felt before. With her gaze held the whole time, through the ebbing tide of impending orgasm, her eyes convey one simple truth. This right now was the most wonderful, erotic experience of her life.

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Beg For Me

“That’s it, beg for me. Show me how much you want me to fuck you.”

No matter how much she writhed for him, no matter how much she told him how she wanted him inside her, she wouldn’t be granted her orgasm.

She had teased herself for him on webcam for the last two weeks, tormented over and over by his instructions, edging herself repeatedly until she was begging, then it would always stop. Every day for two weeks, she had been left hoping and praying that he’d let her have release by the end. Every day she was left in cruel denial.

“Please…Oh God, PLEASE,” she cried out once he told her to pull her hands away from her lingerie, denied from touching her body at all as the pulsing need from being held on the edge was coursing through her. She was on the verge of tears with frustration. Her tight lingerie was like a barrier pressing against her dripping wet, constantly twitching pussy.

“Imagine me pulling those panties away, sinking my mouth against your wet little pussy and sucking hard, devouring your clitoris while I kept you held down and helpless.”

“I’ll do anything, please.”

Again he made her edge… again he made her stop. With a look of tortured longing, her hands went back up to her shoulders, fighting desperately with her own need to thrust them back down and masturbate to the orgasm she craved. She was on the verge of tears with need, yet still she held out.

“That is all for our webcam teasing for now, you will touch yourself and keep yourself frustratingly close to the edge for the next 20 minutes, then that is all for tonight for you.” With that, he was gone.

Unknown to her however, he was only 20 minutes away from her house, planning to arrive at hers now that she was so overwhelmingly desperate. Just when she would be ready to retire for bed, he’d arrive, though shortly after her moments of surprise and glee, she’d once again be reduced to a quivering wreck of despair. He would strip her fully and tie her down on the bed before continuing his cruel teasing all throughout the night, constantly tormenting her perky breasts, stiff nipples and swollen red clitoris with the slightest of touches.

Once he did finally devour her pussy, sucking her clitoris hard while his fingers penetrated her furiously, she’d be gasping for air in a torrent of pleasure. Once every inch of his shaft slid inside her, she’d be screaming for him to let her come, feeling his cock pulse every time he stopped thrusting, leaving it buried inside while she tensed so close to the edge. Though one thing would worry her… the fact that after all the teasing and denial, after all the build-up, she knew it’d be the most intense orgasm of her life, and she knew that would not be the end of it: he was going to torture her with her orgasms. 

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Even when it’s too much to take, when you feel as if you couldn’t possibly make yourself come any more, your fantasies continue to take hold, to push you further. However much your fingers torment your clitoris, it won’t compare to just what that tongue could do to you. You will force yourself to orgasm for as long as that cock and that mouth would force you to endure.

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Your fingers torment your delicacy at the whim of your imagination, never letting you give way to the orgasm you so desire. He returns to add to your torment, that stranger, that embodiment of male physicality, a hunger for your soft, tender, sensitive body. You feel her spread your pussy for his pulsating length, your body tensing in both your mind’s eye and in reality. Your fingers act out the cruel teasing, slipping part in and out, the tip of his cock penetrating you then pulling out just as your pussy lips quiver for more, your tight hole convulsing for the shaft that is not there. You wonder why you don’t allow yourself the release: the way your body shudders repeatedly on the brink, yearning for that sweet orgasmic eruption, yet still something within you keeps you locked within the confines of pleasure torture.

Over and over you slide in and out, feeling his cock tease you, feeling it slick with your own juices as it slips effortlessly back inside once again. You want to come so much you scream, the feeling of him thrusting in and out a few times is alone enough to nearly send you over the edge, yet still you stop yourself as his stiffness slips from within you once more.

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The smoothness as you let it glide between your lips before feeling that vibration against your tenderness. There is a little voice in the back of your mind that urges you to slide it underneath, to trap it against you. Even as it becomes more and more intense, that little voice compels you to fight the urge to stop it. Your legs, your hands, your hips… powerless against the desires of your sex to be pushed further and further. You whisper to yourself that you can’t take any more; the voice in your mind tells you that you must… that you will.

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Long Night

Tonight is going to be a long, long night.

She had bought the house having been warned against the strange occurrences within, knowing that the man who had previously rented it spoke of strange whispers and had sensed other presences within. She, however, thought little of this foolishness. Though after living there for over a month, the rumours proved quite true.

She had been masturbating before it happened, thinking of being fucked hard and fast by different men, getting so close to climax at the thought of such intense penetration. When she was on the verge, however, she suddenly blacked out. It only felt like a second later that she awoke in the bed, yet now she was wearing some other attire, her body uncovered, her wrists restrained to the bed, helpless. 

The sensation of being near climax still somehow tingled throughout her body, yet there was nothing she could do to relieve the desire. After a moment, the whispers began, whispers of pure sexual desire, whispers of how erotic she looked, how much they wanted to fuck her. Suddenly a blindfold slipped over her eyes as she called out, begging the invisible entities to let her go – still, they merely whispered their desires.

Her fear began to give way to astonishment as the sensation of cool fingertips caressed her body, lightly tracing every inch. After an hour of this, her fear had been entirely replaced by pure need. The blindfold kept her constantly in a state of uncertainty, locked in her own imagination, while the non-stop light as a feather touches kept her aching for more.

Hours went by like this, being constantly touched and teased without relief. She begged, she screamed, she cried out for more, but still, the presences which feasted on her arousal seemed content to let her writhe in anguish. 

After many more hours, they began to focus on those most sensitive little areas; the sensation of fingertips, tongues and lips trailing over her nipples, over the unbearable sensitivity of her soaking wet sex, over her aching, pulsating clitoris. 

Having resigned herself to this cruel fate, she realises that nothing will stop them. Tonight will be a long night of constant teasing torture. Her only hope is that, by the end, they might let her have the orgasm she prays for.

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