Elf - Sex Stories

Elf

... unintentionally pressed the wand impossibly tighter to my clit. “I’d make the most of this by the way.” Harry stated, “The harder scenes haven’t came up yet.” And he was right. Moments later, I could feel my body tensing – and Harry saw it too. My breathing shallowed, and moans fell freely from my lips. I tried to even my breathing, my eyes screwed shut in concentration, trying to think of anything but how I was feeling, and the way Harry looked at me. But it didn’t work. I could feel myself sprinting closer to the edge, and no thoughts could prevent that. Quietly I asked Harry for permission to have a break. “Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.” Despite the positioning of my head, where my neck was bent back and if I opened my eyes I would be looking somewhere inbetween the ceiling and the headboard of the bed, I knew from the smugness in Harry’s tone that he was smirking. He was mocking me, and I was getting off from it. “Can- Can I pl-please have a break, Harry?” It took him a moment to respond but finally when I was just about to reach the brink, my permission was granted. The sixty seconds which followed went by at the speed of light. It felt no time between I was clicking the ‘off’ button, and then the ‘up’ button. Unfortunately for me, I had already used one of my breaks, and with a little over an hour to go, I only had two more break opportunities, and from past experience of edging when Harry had controlled my body, the feeling to orgasm became shorter and shorter ...

... after every edge. Also, during my break, through my heavy breathing my ears were alerted to the words ‘Santa’, which seemed to have spoken about a hundred times during my sixty minute break. With my luck, no doubt the words ‘Buddy’ and ‘Elf’ would replace the word ‘Santa’ now.“...Elf culture.”Second level. “Ahh, nooo.” I whined as soon as I heard the words, along with my speedy fingers to turn the wand up a notch. My need to orgasm had died down significantly, but I knew that it wouldn’t take long for the CPR to work, and that need to increase again. I heard Harry’s soft chuckle, which brought back my attention to the laptop. Harry’s muscular thighs were now exposed to the webcam, now only seated in a bar of red Calvin Klien boxers. I knew for a fact that he still had his pj bottoms on after he took off his shirt, so some time during my break and now, he must have removed them. I breathing increased as now only one article of clothing prevented me from seeing all of him. There were no trousers restricting my view anymore, and because of that I was almost positive I could draw Harry’s cock to perfection as despite still not being free, it didn’t mean I couldn’t make out the long thick vein which travelled the whole way up and down his member. Several minutes had passed, and not one word had been exchanged between Harry and I. We never once spoke, despite my occasional, maybe often, curse words when I felt myself growing closer to coming, but just in the nick of time ‘Santa’ or ...