T Date - Part Two

I loved watching him squirm, it was fun, and a pleasure, but not the pleasure I had come for. I needed more, I needed to cum, I needed to feel him in me. But still I would drag it out, make him wait, beg for it.

As I watched him lying there, helpless and desperate for my touch, I decided to be a little cruel (in the nicest possible way of course). I reached into my bag and pulled out my favourite vibrator. I had teased him that if he didn't behave I would 'explore' parts of him that had never been touched, either with my hands or my toys. This was all a very new experience for him. His wife didn't even like giving him oral sex, never mind playing with other parts 'down there' as she put it! She was missing a treat, but of course I couldn't go too far the first time he was blindfolded, so, after running the vibrator down between his legs, feeling his whole body tense, I decided to tease him another way.

I knelt on the bed, spread my legs and started to masturbate with the vibrator, firstly rubbing it over my clit, moans of excitement and pleasure escaping my lips. He couldn't touch me. He couldn't see me. His cock was twitching with anticipation. That wasn't enough torment though. I slid the perfect plastic cock inside me, it made that amazing sound that a wet pussy makes, just as it is entered for the first time, that squelch, the moist 'tut' it expels each time something slides in and out of it, the beautiful noise that only a wet cunt makes. The sound travelled to his ears and he moaned, sounding like a man who had just lost a fortune betting on a donkey instead of a horse.

I smiled. How frustrating it must be for him. But that wasn't good enough for me. I took it out of my pussy and ran it over his lips, while I was manoeuvring myself over his chest. His arms outstretched couldn't touch me, his head couldn't reach me, his cock was inches away from any contact with me. I knelt over his chest and continued masturbating, sliding it in and out of me, rubbing my clit, harder and faster, needing to cum and loving that he was desperate for release too, mine could happen, but his would wait. He could feel, but couldn't see, exactly what I was doing over him.

I could feel my orgasm building and moved my knees over his shoulders until I was kneeling over his face. With one hand holding his head flat, and the other allowing the vibrations of the toy to course through my clit, I came over his face, just millimetres away from his mouth, his tongue now straining to reach my lips. My body bucked over his face, as I threw the vibrator across the room and, grabbing his hair with both hands, I buried his face in my pussy until the sensations subsided. He gasped for breath as I climbed off, his cock now purple with excitement.

I thought it was about time he had some pleasure so I retrieved the vibrator, turned it back on and started to run it over his balls. It slid over the skin well, still slick from my juices. I ran it up and down his cock, down between his cheeks, making the most of his widely spread legs, and back over his balls again. His cock twitched with the new sensation, looking more and more engorged with every stroke. With my other hand I started to wank him gently, feeling how aroused he was but making sure he didn't cum. It felt like his cock was about to burst.

I settled between his legs and took his cock into my mouth, slowly, gently sucking and licking, feeling it throb inside me, knowing how close he was to orgasm, but it was too soon, for me anyway! I gently squeezed the tip and moved my mouth away.

'Do you want to cum?' I whispered.
'Oh god yes!!!! Please let me!' was the reply.
I smiled to myself, and mouthed to myself 'Tough!'. He didn't hear that. He thought I was going to let him cum now. I wasn't.

His cock tasted very good, the pre-cum flowing freely now. I wanted it in my mouth again but it would take an expert not to let him cum. Naturally I am an expert! I slid my wet mouth down over him again, wanking him into my mouth with my hand. The combination of both sensations had him begging to cum, but every time he was close I gently squeezed the tip and moved away. The frustration must have been agonising, but for me it was bliss.

I squeezed some lube into my hand and continued to wank his, at this point, bursting cock. The wetness squelching around his shaft as if it was deep inside my pussy. Just as he was, once more, about to cum, I stopped what I was doing.

I am sure if there hadn't been a blindfold across his eyes I would have seen a solitary tear roll down his cheek!

'Please, please, I'm begging you, let me cum!' he cried. I smiled.

I moved from the bed and untied his restraints. I helped him up to his feet and knelt in front of him. His legs wobbled, and his need to cum had made his knees weak. I steadied him with my hands on his hips and looked up at him. Still blindfolded, I continued to rub his wet cock, feeling the orgasm build. My tits were pushed up, still released from the basque, my nipples still hard. I squeezed hard on them while all the while wanking him over me. His balls were contracting, I could see his orgasm was imminent. He steadied himself on the bedpost with one arm just as he was about to empty his balls all over me.

'Take off your blindfold, NOW!' I instructed.

He ripped it off and looked down at me just as his spunk erupted from his cock and covered my tits. His body convulsed with the force of the delayed orgasm, denied for so long. With my hand still round his cock his legs gave way and he sat on the bed. His eyes still staring at me, at my face, my tits, his cum, and my smile!

My smile said it all.