First Surrender - Sex Stories

First Surrender

... can't believe I stopped. You whimper and cry, confused, dazed. Before you can begin to think clearly again, I am back on your love button, flicking it with my tongue and sucking on it. You buck your hips and push your clit up into my mouth. I suck on the nub, and the pleasure almost overwhelms you. "Suck it. Suck it," you cry as you arch your back again, pushing your sex up into my mouth. You are at your release point, hoping, expecting the sweet agony of your orgasm. I stop. You realize what is happening. You are being denied your orgasm; your ultimate pleasure. "Please. Let me cum," you beg. But you know that I will not let you cum yet. This was your fear; that you would need release; that you would be desperate to cum; but there was nothing you could do about it. Nothing at all. Twice more I bring you to the edge, but deny you your orgasm. You start to cry. It is too much to take. I lick your pussy as you sob. Your sobbing turns to whimpers of pleasure, and then to moaning and groaning, as you began to approach your point of no return. I draw your clit into my mouth again and suck on it. "Want me to hurt it?" I ask. "Yes" Fuck yes!" you yell. You would say anything to cum; to get your release. I suck on your clit, massaging it with my lips and tongue. Your back arches, your muscles tense and ripple. You scream and scream and pull on your ties. You cum in a body heaving orgasm, splattering your nectar all over my face and bouncing violently on the bed. I lick your pussy ...

... lips as you come to rest, breathing hard, shivering and twitching. "Thank you. Thank you," you say, out of breath. I stand and wipe my face off with my shirt. You are sweating; tears have run down your cheeks; your nose is running; and you cannot catch your breath. With the fingers of my left hand I hold the apex of your slit and pull it up towards your stomach. As I stretch your slit, your clit pops out and stands tall against your lips. I wet my finger and run it over your clit. Your reaction is swift and strong, twisting your body and crying out that it hurts. "I'm too sensitive. It hurts," you tell me, still breathing hard. I wet my finger again and run it over the sensitive bud. "No. It still hurts," you tell me trying unsuccessfully to twist your body away from my finger. I do it again. And again your body jerks and you try and pull away. But I do not stop. I continue to run my fingers over your swollen orb. You tell me that it hurts; that it is too soon; that it is very sensitive. You ask me to stop. You tell me to stop. I do not. "No. No. Please!" I don't stop. I pull on the top of your slit and rub your clit. I do it slowly, teasing you. Your complaints of pain turn to whimpers, them moans, and you begin to push your hips up. Your eyes have glassed over; there is no expression on your face and your lips tremble. Soon, pleasure begins to retake your body. You moan, arch your back a little, and move your hips around. Your eyes close; your mouth opens; and you arch your ...