JUST A LITTLE SCENE
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Copyright 2012 Salamando
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
INTRODUCTION
A “Just A Little Scene” is exactly that, a little scene that I’ve written that I have not yet found a way to expand into a larger story, or which I might write out to “test” an idea of mine. These are not intended to be finished or continued, though on rare occasion I have found they can serve to inspire larger stories and concepts, or they can sometimes be worked into a larger story I’m writing.
Nonetheless, they serve well enough as “samplings” of my erotic ideas, and by themselves, can be enjoyable as “quickie” fantasies. Almost all of them are straight forward scenes of women dominating, teasing, and having their way with men. You won’t find any real plot or deep characterization with them, and they aren’t meant to represent my work as a whole, but are good little peaks into the type of erotic action I use in my stories.
YOU MY GODDESS
I am bound by your power, tied magically to a chair. Nothing holds me in place save your will, but that is more than enough to bind me no matter how long I struggle. Similarly, your power forces my eyes and mouth closed, blinding and gagging me. I sit there shaking and moaning pitifully, naked, my cock hard as steel as it bounces comically, glistening pre-cum dripping steadily.
For the past five days, you have kept me down here, tormenting me with your power. Your magic visits unimaginable pleasures upon my cock, directly overloading the nerves while mimicking the sensations of every sexual act possible. Similarly, you have flooded my mind with so many sexual images, sounds, and fantasies, hi-deffing non stop through my psyche, that I will probably never need porn again. Despite this, you have held back my orgasm, only making me more desperate, worsened by the increasing of the pleasure slowly over time.
It’s only what I deserve though. You, in following your path of sexual empowerment, became a goddess, while I remained a mere mortal, unworthy of your attentions. We hadn’t talked in months, but I called you up one lonely night, looking for some play. You said you were busy, but if I was patient, you might have some free time next week to play with me, if you felt like it.
“Sure,” I said, “whatever.” I can almost hear the thin frown you make as you don’t much care for the attitude in my response. You decide to teach me a lesson, that one should never be dismissive of a goddess, even if she is dismissive of you. With a mere thought from you, I was naked, bound, and my cock and my mind (like there’s a difference in when it comes to these matters) were swallowed by your spells of pleasure. A simple gesture from you, a soul crushing torment for me.
Now, five days later, you appear in my apartment. You are naked, but of course, I can’t see you. I’m not worthy of that now, if I ever will be again. You slowly walk up to me, tasting my emotions: my desperation, my frustration, my anger, my rapture, my hate, and my gratitude. You lean down and lightly kiss the slick tip of my penis, then take only the head in your mouth, and swirl your tongue around it. Sensitive as I am, post orgasm torture is a faint tickle compared to what your tongue makes me feel now. I let out a scream, muffled by my closed mouth, and my body shakes violently.
Not quite done, you stand up, turn around and touch yourself, moistening your lips. You then sit down upon me, letting my tormented cock slide fully into you. My world goes white, as entering you is like entering a pure sexual Heaven and Hell simultaneously; so much pleasure, so good, yet so overwhelmingly intense. You don’t even move, you just sit with me buried inside you, letting me simmer in this maelstrom of pleasure. You flex your pussy around me a few times, though, squeezing my cock tightly. I am so overwhelmed, I could die. But you don’t let me die, you don’t even let me pass out, you force me to experience every agonizingly euphoric moment. And still, you do not let me cum. You remain on me for only a minute, but that’s all you need to utterly destroy me, burning away all thought and feeling in my mind save utter worship of you and the soul rending need for release.
You stand up again, and your juices still burn along my cock, the sensation of being inside you not ceasing. To top it off, the sensation of your mouth on my cockhead resumes. You smile as I shake and whimper and cry. After enjoying the show for a few more minutes, you decide you want more. You float up and swing your legs around my head, resting your thighs on my shoulders. Suddenly, my mouth can open again, and I let out a stream of gibberish pleas, but you silence me with a finger to my lips. You pull yourself forward, and fasten your moist pussy to my mouth.
“I told you I had time this week,” you say. “This is what you get for not believing me, and just assuming I wouldn’t be interested. Now, I think you’ve learned your lesson, but you still have not earned your orgasm. Lick me now, pleasure me now, and if you manage to make me cum ten times in the next five minutes, I shall consider granting you the release you so desperately crave.”
I immediately begin to eat you out, completely enraptured by the scent and taste of you, and the sheer joy of giving oral to a woman. You let yourself go, enjoying every lick and kiss and suckle and nibble as I expertly fuck you with my mouth; quickly, you achieve orgasm, clutching at me and gasping my name when you peak. Over and over you cum, and in my haze, I can’t keep track.
When you are fully satisfied, you pull away, seal my mouth closed again, and float down to a sitting position on the floor. You rub yourself a bit to enjoy the post-sex buzz, but you still do not let me cum. You let me suffer another minute, before you say, “Well, that was fantastic, my dear, but I’m afraid I did say ten orgasms in five minutes. That last orgasm took you into six. Anyway, I have to get going, I’ve got a lot on my plate today. I’ll try to come back in couple days, and we can try again.”
Barely cognizant, I let out a devastated whimper. You simply laugh, and with a flick of your finger, you double the sensations tormenting my cock. Despite my exhaustion, I thrash like a mad man, feeling betrayed but even more distraught at the thought of you leaving so soon. “Oh, don’t be like that,” you say. “I told you, I’m a very busy woman. And don’t get mad at me. I made you a deal, and you failed to follow through, simple as that, so I think you’re not quite done learning your lesson yet. Maybe in a few more days, we’ll see how you feel.” You lean forward and purr into my ear. “Besides, the real fun is just beginning.”
With that, you disappear, mystically teleporting away, and leaving me to suffer the agonizing rapture of your whims.
DRIVE BY TEASE
Jack was walking down the street, minding his own business, when Jasmin pulled up beside him in her red convertible. She screeched to a halt and gave him an appreciative once-over. She lowered her glasses slightly and smile mischievously.
“Hey, sexy,” she called out. Jack nearly leaped out of his skin.
“Oh, uh, h-hi Jasmin,” he said, swallowing nervously. “Wh-what are you doing here?”
She smiled warmly at him. “I was driving around and spotted you in the distance, and decided I feel like having some fun. Going somewhere?”
“I, uh, need to get to class,” he blurted out.
She shook her head. “No, you don’t.”
“No, seriously, I need to get to class. There’s a test Friday, and I need to be there today for the study guide.”
“No, you don’t. You can get the notes from a friend of yours. Now, come on. Get in the car.”
Jack started to back away. “No, seriously, I really just, I’d rather go to class myself.”
Her smile faded a bit. She flicked her hand towards Jack, and suddenly, he gasped. He felt an invisible, but unmistakable sensation of tight, warm wetness grip his cock. Instantly, his cock went erect as the phantom pussy squeezed him, tenting his shorts lewdly. He tried to adjust himself, but another finger flick forced his hands away. “You won’t be able to concentrate for shit if you go. Besides, you want to show up with a big tent in your pants?”
Jack gasped and his knees went week as the pussy began to move on him, its grip becoming tighter. “Oh, god, Jasmin, please…” The pressure built until it was almost painfully tight.
“Don’t be a pain in the ass, Jack. Get in the car.”
“N-n-no!” he gasped out fiercely, glaring at her. “Damn it, I’m not your plaything!”
Jasmin’s smile had become a venomous frown. “When are you going to learn? Yes. You. Are!” With the last three words, she snapped her fingers in rapid succession, and suddenly, Jack’s book bag and clothes disappeared, leaving him completely naked, right there on the sidewalk.
Jack yelped, and tried to cover himself, but Jasmin’s magic still wouldn’t allow his hands to reach his privates. His cock, throbbing excitedly, twitched in mid-air for all to see. “Jasmin, please!”
“Too late, Jack, you’ve killed my buzz,” Jasmin slipped her shades up, her expression and tone ice cold. “Have fun in class, dipshit.” She hit the gas and peeled out as she raced away, leaving him naked right out in the open. As she left, the phantom pussy began to move more rapidly on his cock, causing Jack to gasp and jerk, nearly falling to his knees. The sensations of pleasure were quickly overwhelming, and within seconds, he thought he would cum right then and there. Red with embarrassment, he shuddered as his felt his cock lurch, ready to unload all over the sidewalk.
But to his horror, he found himself only hovering on the brink of climax, unable to go over. Jasmin had sealed off his orgasm!
Gritting his teeth to try and focus himself, Jack ducked behind a bush, and collapsed onto the ground, rolling. He prayed for Jasmin to come back, but after ten minutes, the pussy only moved more frantically on his cock, and she was no where in sight. She wasn’t coming back!
Jack had to risk a run for it. He knew a way to her house using the old nature trail a block away. Cursing, he ran as fast as he could, barely able to move in a straight line as the jolts of pleasure along his cock threatened to buckle his legs out from under him. There were multiple car honks and catcalls as he went, as well as shouts of protest at his involuntary streaking, but he dared not stop, even when he reached the trail.
He finally stumbled up to her house, two hours later. What should have been a thirty minute walk had been slowed to a torturous crawl. However it seemed to be for nothing, as she wasn’t home. Desperately, he threw himself onto the back lawn, thrashing and whimpering in sensual agony. The pleasure was enormous, but so was the ache in his balls and painful tension of his now dark red cock. So much pressure, so much desperation, but Jasmin’s magic would not let him release.
It was hours before she showed, followed by a strapping young stud who seemed to be in a complete trance. Jasmin crouched by Jack, who could only twitch feebly by then. “Next time I say do something, you fucking do it,” she said. She snapped her fingers and the phantom pussy finally halted, leaving Jack to sprawl in a boneless heap. However, she still did not grant him release.
“When you get your breath back, come inside. I want you to watch while I break in my new boy here. Maybe, if I’m feeling generous, I’ll give you a chance to cum afterwards.”
“Really?” Jack gasped, eyes wide.
Jasmin smiled. “Only one way to find out,” she said, and she led the tranced-out stud into the house, leaving the door open for Jack to follow.
TAUNTING PHONE CALL
Doug grunted and fumbled for the phone as it rang. Roused from his sleep, he barely registered the clock saying 3:30 AM as he grabbed it. Without thinking, he answered, muttering, “H’lo?”
A husky female voice answered softly. “Hey, babe.”
Doug’s mind lurched awake and he let out a soft gasp of “Sara…” He instinctively tried to hang up the phone, or at least throw it across the room before she could say another word, but it was already too late. His penis was already fully stiff and tense, and he felt her magic wash over his body. With a gasp, he rolled onto his back.
“So, I had some fun today,” Sara said. “Wanna hear about it?”
“Sara,” Doug said, his voice already shaky. “No, please, not tonight—”
“Aw, come on, babe,” she said, her voice thick with sensuality. “You always love my stories, don’t you?” Doug grit his teeth and let out a soft groan as he felt her magic start to thrum through his sex. “Aaaanyway. I went out clubbing with some friends tonight, and as you can imagine, I got hit on quite a bit. But there was this one guy, real pushy type. He thought he was so cool. I admit he was pretty hot. But he had such an attitude on him. Kept coming up to me and telling me how he was gunna have my mouth on his dick before the night was through. As if he could handle my mouth.” She paused. “Mmmm. You remember my mouth, right, hun?”
Doug let out a gasp of “Y-yeah,” as the energy on his cock began to feel like a hot, wet tongue tracing his length. Soon, his whole sex felt engulfed in a soft, wet heat, a phantom mouth slowly sucking and sliding along his shaft. Even before her powers, Sara could utterly devastate him with her mouth; now, she only had to think it, and the feeling of her mouth brought him to his knees.
“Yeah?” she said, and paused again, letting him simmer in the sensations. “So after I told him to buzz off a few times, he still didn’t get it. I turned to him then and gave him a Look. Like, boy you don’t even know what you’re dealing with. His cocky grin faltered and his eyes widened. I could see the bulge form in his pants rather quickly. I think he was surprised by how quickly he got hard. So I told my friends I’d be right back. I stood and I beckoned him to follow. Come on, I said. You should have seen him. Went from cocky jerk to horny little puppy in no time flat. I could feel his eyes running up and down m curves…”
Doug could see the scene in his mind’s eye, Sara beaming it into his thoughts. Doug watched the slick, but arrogant looking dude go slack jawed once Sara turned her full attention to him. Poor sap. His cock was trapped by her magic the moment she turned towards him. Obviously, Sara hadn’t minded his attentions, or she could have made him disinterested. But no, she wanted to see how long he would try. Apparently satisfied, she had him follow her towards the back. Doug found himself helplessly swooning to the image of Sara’s sexy body, her hips swaying hypnotically. No doubt she had been tantalizing the jerk’s cock with her magic as she led him to the back. By the time they reached the small hallway which led to the back exit and she shoved him against the wall, he was no doubt ready to burst the moment she so much as breathed on it.
“I pressed him against the wall, like I do with you sometimes. He wanted to grab me, turn me around, and fuck me right there. I could see it in his thoughts. But he couldn’t fight me any more than you could. He was pinned to the wall, his cock straining to rip through his pants and feel me. I traced one finger along his bulge. Poor thing. It was more than he could take.” Doug felt the magic add the tracing of a phantom finger along his shaft as he was forced to watch the scene in his mind. At the single caress of her finger, even through his jeans, the guy completely lost it. His hands clenched into fists and he shuddered, he let out a hoarse cry as his expression contorted into what was unmistakably his “O” face. He came with incredible force. The stain on his dark jeans was apparent within seconds, so forceful did he shoot his seed. Doug felt a burning jealousy for him, despite his obvious humiliation. Despite her numerous teasing and playing with Doug, she almost never let him cum. It had been at least three months since the last time. But this cocky, in-over-his-head sap, had been blessed by Sara with that ultimate release. A humiliating release, but a release, nonetheless. He watched as Sara, laughing, let him stumble off, dazed and confused, trying to get to the bathroom and clean himself up before someone noticed.
The scene dissolved and Sara chuckled into his ear. “Poor guy,” she said with mock sympathy. “How about you, hun? You get any action lately?” Doug could not answer. His breath was coming in gasps as the sensations on his cock continued to build, taking him to the edge of that sweet release… but no release was forthcoming. Instead, the sensations continued on, the sexual pressure squeezing his will and his sanity. “Oh, that’s right,” came Sara’s voice. “I keep forgetting. You don’t know how to go out and get laid. Too bad you can’t masturbate.”
Doug let out a desperate cry, “Sara… please…”
“Well, I just wanted to tell you that little story,” said Sara. “Not that big a deal, but I thought it was funny. I’ll catch you later, okay, hun?”
“No, wait!” yelled Doug, but she had already hung up. The sensations continued to tease his cock for another few moments, then faded. It took him hours to calm down enough to get a fitful sleep, his unrelieved cock burning with the need for release. But he couldn’t even touch himself. He could only pray Sara would feel generous sometime soon and let him cum. Of course, knowing her, she would then just post-orgasm torture him. Sara always found a way to make every pleasure a sensual agony.
INSTANT MESSAGE PSYCHIC TEASE
Violet grinned. She had been Instant Messaging a guy friend of hers, and had gone on about the usual stuff, complaints about work, what she and her family were doing for Christmas, etc. She’d brought up how she’d gotten a new haircut, and she decided to e-mail him a picture. She also knew the guy was a raging pervert; several months of dating him back in college had taught her that. She was under no illusions as to what he might do with her picture, even one as non-sexual as a mug shot showing off her hair.
With psychic power, she reached out to him. Even across an entire state, if she could focus on him (which helped a lot thanks to being in real time messaging), she could read and tweak his thoughts. She watched him clairvoyantly as he opened the file and flushed just slightly, nodding his approval, not just at her haircut, but how cute it made her look. His libido flickered, and he thought briefly of touching himself, but immediately felt foolish and closed the picture. He messaged her that he thought it was cute.
The poor guy actually had no idea of Violet’s powers. She hadn’t truly awoken to them when they were dating, and while she had used them on him a few times, he had no idea that it was her handiwork. Some of that was her simply making him forget when she blatantly used her power. The rest was doing it secretly.
Violet caught that flicker of libido in his psyche, and flicked it directly. She giggled as she sensed his penis twitch, and he considered opening the picture again. Another mental flick, and he gave into the impulse, clicking open the picture file and glancing it over. She caught his thought of God, she’s s fucking cute, and she smiled at his unknowing compliment. She mentally fanned that little flame of arousal, and soon enough, his cock went from semi-hard to throbbing. She giggled as she watched him mentally struggle with himself, completely unaware that she was nudging the fight in his cock’s favor. A minute later, he was naked, staring as if in a trance at Violet’s picture, his hand slowly stroking himself.
She let him stroke for a few minutes, enjoying the physical show as well as all the mental images he conjured, with no help from her. Still perverted as ever. She loved it, even if she made him think she didn’t. Soon enough, his breathing became heavier, and his stroking firm and steady. He was coming to the brink of orgasm.
Not so fast! she thought. She planted a notion in his head that if she IMed him, he had to stop what he was doing and answer back.
[You got awfully quiet] she IMed him.
She laughed as she watched him freeze in mid-stroke, the color draining from his face. Clairvoyantly, she saw his eyes widen and sensed a mild wave of panic wash over him as he realized what he was doing. He quickly fought to shake the haze of lust and think of something clever to respond with. Delighted at his perplexity, she couldn’t resist jacking him around some more. Figuratively speaking, of course. [You’re not doing something bad with that picture, are you?]
His eyes bugged out, causing her to giggle, but he thought of a lame, but believable excuse. [LOL, no, just using the bathroom] he said after waiting another minute, so it would seem like he got back later.
[Uhuh. :-P] she teased.
[Well, if you go giving me ideas, I might not be able to help myself] he said boldly. She smirked at the small sprout of hope that she would like the idea, and maybe get in on it. She did, in fact, like the idea, but it was even more fun not letting him know that.
[*rolls eyes* You’re such a guy] she typed.
[I try ;-)] he typed. When Violet didn’t respond, he was unable to resist, and started stroking again. He had cooled off too much, and he had to rebuild up to his peak. Violet waited until he was almost there, then IMed him again. She laughed as he shuddered, forcing himself to stop so he could type a response.
Poor, helpless perverted boy, she thought as she repeated this process for the next hour and half. Just can’t finish what he started. He even typed “brb” several times, hoping to delay her so he could finish himself, but she still interrupted him right at the critical point anyway. He was getting extremely frustrated, but he just couldn’t not stop and respond when she messaged him, even with his fingers slick with pre-cum. After the twentieth edging, she could see him shiver with pent up excitement, just aching to release. Delighted, she teased him a few more times.
Finally, she’d had enough amusement, and released the condition from his head as he started to reach the edge for at least the thirtieth time. Just before he came, she decided to fuck with him once more. [Careful you don’t hit the keyboard. ;-)] she typed and she logged off.
He gasped and let out a quaky groan as he finally was able to spurt, drenching his chest and stomach. Violet smiled with delight as she clairvoyantly saw, heard, and felt his orgasm. And when it was over, she couldn’t help but laugh as the poor boy stared in confusion at the last line she’d sent. Slightly freaked, he had no idea if she was just fucking with him, or if she really knew he had been stroking. Of course, she did know. But watching him freak was just too funny.
WAKE UP TEASE
I awoke slowly to a very pleasant sensation. In my half-asleep fog, it took me a moment to recognize the warm, wet sensation of a tongue sliding along the shaft of my cock. No, wait, not just one tongue, but several. There were at least five of the flexible, hot wet muscles sliding along my cock, in a continuous downward stroking, covering every inch of my cock. My mind lurched awake at this realization, when I was struck by two more realizations: first, that my cock and balls were almost painfully swollen and tense; I don’t know how long the tongues had been caressing me, but it was clear I was ready to blow my load well before I woke up. Second, I realized I couldn’t move. At all. I couldn’t even blink. All I could do was breathe and lay where I was, completely paralyzed, as the tongues continued their seemingly ceaseless attentions to my cock.
I tried to cry out, tried to speak at all, but the best I could manage was a ragged breath. I was just starting to panic, when I heard a vaguely familiar voice. <Hola!> said a woman with a Hispanic accent and a chipper tone. <You took your time waking up, my friend. It’s almost noon.>
What the fuck? I thought, trying to say the words. Who are you? Where am I?
<Yikes> came the reply. <You forgot me that quickly? I guess you were pretty hammered last night, but I would have thought I’d have left a better impression.> I noticed how odd it was the way her voice seemed to not really come through my ears. In fact, though it sounded like she was right in front of me, I could not feel any notion of her presence. No warmth, no breath, no shifting of the mattress due to her weight, not even that general sense of physical proximity you get when know a person is there.
Where the fuck are you? I thought, again trying to say the words.
<I’m at work> came the reply. <Sorry, but you were out cold, so I just let myself out. You’re still at your apartment, in bed.>
It took me a moment to process the logic of what she had just said, but before that sank in, it finally hit me that she had heard my thoughts. I hadn’t actually said anything, just thought it, and she knew what I was thinking.
<Man, you even forgot I was an Esper?> she said. <Wow, you’re either a lightweight, or you must have come into the club already blitzed.>
Club? My mind finally cobbled together the previous night’s events. Somewhat anyway. After downing a six pack with a buddy of mine, we went to a club, and picked up a couple hot young ladies. We then skipped to a bar for some shots, and after that... I had vague flashes of sex, but it was pretty much a blur from there.
<That’s a shame> the woman in my head said. <I certainly had a fun night with you.>
That’s nice, I said. I tried to squirm a bit as I felt my cock twitching. The tongues hadn’t ceased their ministrations. Wait, if you’re not here, then who the hell is licking me?
<That’d be me> she said. <You gave me such a good time last night, I thought I’d give you a pleasant way to wake up.>
What…?
<I’m telepathically sending you sensations of tongues along your cock> she said. <Feels nice, huh? Bet you’ve never experienced more than one chick using their mouth on you at a time.> Suddenly, the sensation changed; the tongues kept doing their downward lick, but now it also felt like a mouth had closed around my cock and was sliding up and down, pausing to suckle just the head every third or fourth trip. <I’ve blown a few guys with a friend of mine before. It’s funny, they each acted so tough, like they could go all night long with both of us, but when we took them in our mouths, they couldn’t last more than a minute.>
I could understand why. The sensations felt incredible, even though there was apparently no one really there. I was again sharply aware of how tense I was. With the added sensation of the suction, I felt as though I was going to cum any second; in fact, I felt as though I should have already cum. Somehow, I couldn’t.
<You won’t cum until I let you> she said. <I don’t want you finishing too quick. I want you to enjoy this.>
Why can’t I move?
<I have your body locked down. I didn’t want you hurting yourself when you woke up.>
Hurting myself?
<You know, trying to get yourself off. The last guy I woke up like this immediately tried fucking the floor. Trust me, rug burn on your cock isn’t fun. Or so I hear.>
I lay there, letting myself float in the pleasure her power was giving me for a few minutes. The sensations were incredible; so much so that I was certain I’d be thrashing if I wasn’t paralyzed. My breath was heavy, my cock jerking like crazy. The sexual pressure was becoming too intense. You still there? I thought.
<Still here. Having fun?>
I think I’ve had enough fun. Let me cum, and release me.
<No.>
I was not expecting that. I fumbled for a moment. The need to cum was beginning to make it hard to think. Um… Please release me and let me cum?
<Nope.>
Why not?!
<Work is boring, and I need something to amuse myself with. So, I’ll keep playing with you on the side.> The oral sensations stopped, to be replaced by the feeling of several soft, but firm hands grasping me and stroking me, cupping my balls, and massaging my penis head. I felt my body trying to shudder at the new sensations.
Oh, fuck… how long do you plan on doing this?!
<Until I can get back to your place. Should be around 7 or 8 tonight.>
Holy fuck. I can’t take this for that long! Don’t leave me like this!
<Oh, good Lord. I told you last night, when you were begging me for an orgasm, that I would let you cum tonight, if I could play with you however I wanted today. Not such a bad deal, right? >
I don’t… I don’t remember.
<Clearly.>
I wasn’t in my right mind last night. Please stop!
<What’s it worth to you?>
What?
<I was really looking forward to tonight, but if you don’t want me to play with you, that means tonight is off. No sex, no orgasm for you. At all. If I stop playing with you now, I’m not lifting the little block I placed on your orgasm.>
That’s insane! You can’t do that to me!
<Sure I can. Don’t worry, I’ll release the block eventually. Probably when I stop being pissed at you for blowing me off. Though I’ve been known to hold a grudge, so that could be a while.>
Oh, god… The urge to cum was almost painful. There was no way I was going to last another hour under this torment, much less another 8 or so. God only know what else she had in store for me when she did return. But if I didn’t comply, who knows how long she would leave me blue balled?
The pleasure suddenly increased, the sensation of the hands now replaced with the tight, wet heat of a phantom pussy. I let out a low, quaky groan, the first sound I’d been able to make since I woke up. My cock felt like it was on fire, the tension like a rubber band stretched and held at the point just before it snapped.
<Tell you what> she said. <I’ll let you simmer like that for a half hour or so, then I’ll check back with you. I hope you won’t disappoint me.> I felt the sensation of lips kissing my cheek, and then she was gone from my mind.
I lay there, boiling in sex, fighting over what fate to choose…
CAPTIVE
The gentle feeling of feathers tickling Cale’s balls was at first a pleasant sensation to wake up to. He would start to squirm into the feeling, trying to shift his hips so the feathers would instead stroke along his shaft. However, the feathers would unerringly follow his balls, causing him to shift more. He would then start to awaken more fully, and would try to reach down to grab the feathers, or better yet, the hand holding them.
Then he’d feel the restraints holding back his arms. As soon as that registered, his eyes would snap open, and even though it never worked, not once, he’d immediately jerk at the bonds as his gaze opened to see one of the most stunningly beautiful women he’d ever seen. This alone would have been enough to calm him down, if it weren’t for two things: One, that upon awakening, he was now aware of the acute ache in his balls from days (weeks?) without orgasm. Two, that the young woman currently feathering said balls wasn’t doing it with her hands, but with the tip of her elegant black wings.
Shit. Every morning, Cale prayed he’d wake up and it would have all been a dream. That he’d be back in his bed, and his girlfriend would have decided to get a little kinky and play with his nuts to wake him up. His prayer had yet to be answered. He was still here, in a village of demihumans, somewhere on the Forbidden Continent. He was still a prisoner to this vicious minx of a winged woman, so beautiful, yet so cruel despite the sweet smile she almost always gave him.
He gave up his struggles, though his hips still twitched, bucking now really, as the winged woman continued to tickle his balls with her wingtip. She giggled as her other wing come forward, and the tip made a few quick swipes along his penis head, which was already flowing with pre-cum. He hissed and bucked harder into the air, but it was no use. The woman laughed again, and moved to undo the binds on his hands and wrists.
He winced as her fingertips came near him, the thin talons extending from the tips sharp enough to cut through bone. But her movements were quick and dexterous, and even though it looked like she had barely passed her hands over the knots, they came apart with ease, freeing his arms and legs.
“Siva!” came a melodic voice from the window. “Rkk lck ou sli vk?”
The winged woman turned and spoke a similarly incomprehensible sentence to someone just outside. Cale still hadn’t learned the demihumans’ language; too many syllables he couldn’t even pronounce, whistles and clicks he still couldn’t figure out the pattern for. About the best he’d done was learn that “Siva” was the winged woman’s name.
Siva turned back to her captive, and watched him sit up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, rubbing his wrists where the bonds had held them. He winced as the ache in his balls flared for a moment as they were moved since the first time since last night; he yearned more than anything to rub one out just to relieve the pressure, but he didn’t dare move to even cup himself. He waited for the ache to pass, then stood. Siva motioned with her hand that he could pass, and he did so, stepping through the small three room home, and out into the backyard. He was still bucked naked.
After a short stop at the “facilities,” which was nothing more than a hole in the ground behind a short wall, he fetched the bucket and got water from the well, then hauled it back into the house. The whole time, he ignored the sniggering, catcalls, and occasional spitting noises from the winged woman’s neighbors. He didn’t look at them.
He set the water down in what more or less passed for the kitchen and took a small drink, and then he kneeled at the table before his captor. She spent a few minutes making use of the water, boiling it for tea, taking a rag and washing herself a bit. Then without warning, she whirled and picked Cale up bodily, throwing him against the wall. She yanked off her barely-there tunic and pounced on him, biting the right side of his neck and pinning his arms against the wall. She pushed her suddenly slick sex against his, causing him to almost instantly grow hard. She impaled herself upon him, flapping her wings a bit to steady herself. Then, she fucked him with rapid, jerky thrusts.
Cale gasped and threw his head back, moaning. She was tight, oh, god she was tight, and her pussy was burning hot. Even with her teeth clamped onto his neck, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to leave marks, she moaned in a high pitched series of cries. He shuddered as he felt the cum roil in balls. Her grip on his wrists and neck tightened, and her could feel her claws and teeth threatening to split the skin. Cale struggled to keep himself from cumming. He couldn’t hold on. It was too much, had been too long since he’d blown his load. He was going to lose it!
Suddenly, before he even realized it at first, she was off him, jumping back and then bending over, her eyes wide and studious as she watched his cock jerk. She reached out, her talons glinting in the light as they hovered barely half an inch from his cock. Then, after a few skipped heartbeats, the need to cum subsided, and he let out a huge breath, sliding down to the floor, gasping. He looked up at his captor warily.
Siva frowned for just a moment as she watched his cock continue to twitch a few times, then looked into his eyes and smiled. She pat him on the head affectionately, then snapped her fingers, and pointed to the spot in front of her. Cale struggled back up to his knees and bowed before her, kissing her feet. Satisfied, she turned and continued her task in the kitchen.
Cale let out a low, shaky breath. This woman, this creature, was fucking insane. No wonder these freaks weren’t allowed on off the Continent. Cale wondered if he’d ever see his homeland again.
He winced as he heard another sound from outside the window, this one a scream coming from next door. Another familiar part of the morning ritual; the creatures next door, hulking bullmen with thick, foot long cocks, had taken his girlfriend, and every morning, they fucked her in every hole, making her cum until she couldn’t even move until sometime in the mid-afternoon. As sickened with himself as it made him, Cale couldn’t help but be jealous. Her captors made her cum her brains out.
Of course, it was possible Siva was just screwing with him. Part of him doubted she would actually cut his junk off; she’d lose her favorite toy. But Cale had seen the mad gleam in her eyes the few times he’d tried to touch himself. He wasn’t about to risk it.
As he listened to his girlfriend getting fucked into inhuman bliss, Cale tried his damnedest to ignore the ache in balls, even as Siva kept tickling his sex with her wings. One day, he swore he’d get them out of here, somehow. Until then, no matter how much his body yearned for it, he prayed he wouldn’t cum.
SUPER-EX
Kate smiled sweetly at him as she stroked him just the way he had always liked. Don gripped the edge of his seat so hard his knuckles went white. He grit his teeth and tried desperately not to moan.
"There's no use trying to hide it, hon," said Kate. "You’re not going to trick me into getting you off. I have super senses and super speed perception. I can tell to the millisecond when you’re about to blow your load. I know just where to touch, just when to stop and start."
Kate's hands worked their magic, gently kneading his swollen testicles and stroking his iron hard penis first quickly, then slowly, the quickly again. She would occasionally pause to give his shaft quick, rhythmic squeezes, clenching the muscles in a way that mimicked his orgasmic spasms, which caused his body to immediately try and ejaculate. But just before he could, she would cut him off, digging her thumb into the spot just below his penis head, and squeezing around the base of him. The split second his orgasm started to fade, she would resume her strokes. In this way, she kept him riding the fine edge of climax, but never let him go over.
Don let out a suddering gasp. "Kate... please... please let me cum... please don't... please don't tease me like this!"
"Nope," said Kate. She laughed as he failed to fight back a groan. "Shhh... remember sweetie, not too loud. Don't want to alert the neighbors, after all." Don's eyes went wide as he remembered they were still on his apartment’s balcony. It was late in the evening and the balcony lights were turned off, but he would be visible enough if one of his neighbors decided to see what the commotion was about. He looked around to make sure no one had spotted them. Kate took advantage of this distraction to kiss his penis gently, providing just enough suction to trigger his climax before she pinched it off yet again.
"Kaaaaaatte..." he gasped. "Pleeeease..."
Kate let go of him and looked around. She smirked, then in the blink of an eye, dashed into the house, rummaged through his stuff, then dashed back. Don didn't even have time to register the absence of her hand before it was back, stroking slowly again, dragging precisely along every sensitive nerve. She held up a golf ball for him to see.
"Now, Don, please pay attention," she said. "I warned you that I don't want you to cum unless I say so. You have a lot of catching up to do for me, Don. All those times we had sex and I was left unsatisfied... every time you came, stroking off to one of my pictures. I've decided every orgasm you had at my expense equals a full week without release. If you're really nice to me Don, I might give you a freebee now and then, but don't hold your breath."
"God... not fair... Kate... no fair..." said Don. He looked longingly at his penis, her powerful hand touching him firmly, but gently, her face so temptingly close to his crotch. He wanted more than anything to grab her head and push her mouth onto his cock and fuck her mouth until she was nearly choking on his cum. The bitch deserved that much by now, he thought to himself.
"Well, hon, you're in no position to decide that," said Kate. "I'm a superhero now. I've got power you couldn't even dream of. And if you’re good, I'll watch out for you, I'll take care of you. But if you're bad, I will punish you. As far as you are considered, I am the law. And by my law, your penis is now my toy, and you are now nothing more than my plaything." She brought the golf ball into view. "Now, Don, watch closely. I want to show you what will happen if you don't do as I say."
Don watched as she held the golfball in between her thumb and forefinger. He jumped as, with a simple, effortless squeeze, she cracked it in two. The two halves started to fall away, but she caught them instantly, held the halves out in her open palm. Then she closed her hand and made another effortless squeeze. Don broke out in sweat and his eyes went wide as a loud cracking and crunching sound was heard. Kate opened her hand and turned it slightly, dumping a small pile of dust into the evening breeze.
"If you ever cum without my permission again, then I will do to your testicles what I just did to that golf ball."
Don's eyes were so wide they seemed like they would pop out of their sockets. Don looked horror struck at the hand that stroked him, his fear making his penis wilt for the first time since Kate had sat him down in that chair. Kate smiled and leaned down, kissing his penis again, this time rubbing her tongue against the tip. The intense pleasure made him jerk in his seat with a gasp, and his penis stiffen to full once again. Her pace quickened and despite himself, Don was rapidly approaching orgasm again; he couldn't even guess how many times it was now.
Of course, she stopped his climax yet again, pressing and probing her tongue and fingertips into just the right spots. Don shook and moaned loudly as she held him on the screaming edge for nearly a minute. Unable to stop himself he clawed and scratched at her hand and arm trying desperately to free himself from her grip, but to no avail. He tried to push her head away, but she would not be budged. He tried to squirm his hips away from her, but she followed his movements easily. Don let out a primal yell of anger and lust.
"Hey, what the fuck is going on out there?!" said a voice. His neighbor in the next apartment over threw open a window and looked outside. Kate had to force a fist against her mouth to keep from busting out laughing at Don's mortified expression.
"Don? Is that you?" said the neighbor, his vision not yet adjusted to the darkness. Out of the corner of his eye, Don saw Kate vanish instantly. However, he still felt her hand. Apparently the minx could also turn invisible!
"Don, what are you doing out there?" his neighbor had found a flashlight and shone it over to Don. For a moment, Don could only gasp in shock, then spasm as Kate brought him to the edge of orgasm again. His neighbor stood there with his jaw dropped.
All of a suddenly, Don found himself thrown against his bed, Kate hovering over him laughing hysterically. She had rushed Don into his bedroom in the blink of an eye, so fast his neighbor probably thought he'd only imagined seeing Don naked and hard on his balcony. Don was pissed and stood up on the bed, his hands forming into fists.
"Dammit, Kate! What the hell was that?" said Don. "Stop doing this to me, I did nothing to deserve this!"
Kate’s face flickered from amused to pissed in a heartbeat. Her eyes flashed with violet light, and Don felt himself knocked over by an sudden burst of force. Another flash, and Don cried out, curling into fetal position. He felt like someone had just slapped him in the balls with a dictionary. “Nothing?” she said through grit teeth. “You think three years of treating me like a damned blow up doll is nothing?” She realized her fists were clenched, and she caught herself before she hit him with another force blast. She took a deep, breath and composed herself, letting her smile return as she saw Don’s shiver form, his penis still hard, a throbbing with desperation.
"Well, Don, its getting late," she said. "I really should get going. I think I can hear a bank being robbed across town. Now, remember what I said, no cumming without my say so, or its good bye balls. If you do it again after that, it'll be good-bye penis."
"S-superheroes shouldn’t act like this," whimpered Don.
Kate laughed. "Hey, you try being a goody two-shoes 24/7 and not start to get sadistic urges. I have to tell you, I actually appreciate this quite a bit. Not only do I get to have my revenge on you, I get to vent some of these very unheroic urges of mine. Well, toodle-oo, ‘sweetie.’ Sleep tight, better not have a wet dream tonight!" With a laugh she took off, out through the window, leaving Don to sigh with relief and tremble with fear as he tried to resist the terrible, burning desire to stroke himself to orgasm.
CAMPING FUN
Most of the others were off doing their own activities, which meant it was Rick’s turn to go fetch water for the camp. He’d have to get at least a couple gallons to boil and have cool before everyone got back. Mark and Lilly were off doing some hunting, while Bruce, Nick, and Cathy were off foraging. This meant that Rick was now alone with Jenna, the young woman he couldn’t keep his eyes off of. And now, it was going to be just the two of them for the next couple of hours.
Or at least it would have been if Jenna hadn’t wandered off to do something herself. Rick sighed. Just his luck. He’d been hoping to ask her out, but there was nothing for it, he guessed. As he went down the nearby hill towards the stream, carrying a couple buckets, he took in the view and sounds of the wilderness. The green trees, the twittering birds, the rippling stream, the naked woman bathing at the edge…
Rick nearly jumped out of his skin as he saw the unmistakable form of Jenna kneeling in the bank, her hands running a small wet cloth over her nude body. Rick swallowed and tried to turn away. He really did. He was not some perverse Peeping Tom. But this was Jenna; she was even more gorgeous than he imagined. The side view of her exposed breasts was more than enough to spark his excitement, and despite himself, he grew erect.
Jenna paused slightly as she washed. Instantly, she sensed the arousal of a male several yards to her left, his cock letting out a humming in her head as it became erect. A mere “glance” with her sexual senses and she knew immediately that it was Rick spying on her. There were no lewd fantasies running through his head yet, just the desire to look upon her, quickly becoming the yearning to touch her. She sensed he felt guilty about it, but could not help himself. She could sense the heat of his attraction, and she smiled. Apparently, he was frozen like a deer in headlights, so it was up to her to make the first move.
Rick, almost feeling heartbroken, attempted to turn away to give Jenna her privacy. The last thing he wanted to do was piss her off or make her think he was a creep. He knew that ay second, her sexual senses would detect his erection. However, she had not reacted yet. If he was lucky, he might be able to sneak away undetected.
However, just as he turned, he felt something grasp his cock. Rick jumped and instinctively looked down, only to see that nothing was there. However, he clearly felt a soft, but firm, invisible hand grasping him straight through his clothes. The hand squeezed him gently and began to tug him forward, towards the water. He tried again to turn, but the grip held him fast, not letting him leave, or even get to his feet. Shit! He thought. She caught me! Christ, I’m in for it now.
Again, the phantom hand tugged on his cock, gently, but a bit more insistently, urging him forward into the water. Jenna didn’t turn to look at him until he was at the edge of the stream. Then, she smiled and glanced up. “Enjoying the view?”
Rick gulped. “Uh, well, I...”
Jenna’s smile widened a bit, and Rick felt the phantom hand give him another affectionate squeeze. “Oh, don’t be so shy. I’m very flattered.” She turned fully to him and clasped her hands behind her back, standing up fully. The water only came up to her mid-thighs, and so she was fully exposed to him, her full breasts and bare pussy in full view. Rick’ jaw dropped a bit and his eyebrows raised. He was completely entranced. When the phantom hand tugged him once more, he did not hesitate to step forward. “Wait!” Jenna said, holding up a hand and giggling. “You should take your clothes off first, unless you want them to be soaked!”
Rick snapped out of his trance and looked down at himself, then up at Jenna. “Oh, right,” he said nervously. He scratched the back of his head. “Fair is fair, right?”
Jenna nodded. “Besides, you can’t hide anything from me anyway.” She winked. Rick grinned nervously and slowly stripped his clothes off. Jenna’s eyes sparkled as she saw his cock spring free of his shorts and the hum of his excitement grew even louder. When he was nude, the phantom hand squeezed him again and pulled, this time more than a simple tug. Rick didn’t resist as Jenna drew him close with just a thought. She lifted up her arms and clasped her hands behind his head, her forearms resting on his shoulders. His hand found purchase on her hips. They didn’t embrace yet, so their bodies stayed a few inches apart. Rick’ penis throbbed between them, both acutely aware of his excitement growing quickly.
“Sorry,” said Rick. “I really didn’t mean to peep on you.”
“Oh, I know,” said Jenna. “Still, all things considered I’m kind of glad that you did.” She leaned forward and kissed Rick full on the lips. Her hands slid down to his upper back and she pressed herself against him. Rick pressed back, jerking slightly as his cock made contact with her abdomen. She slowly moved against him, rubbing him with her abs, and causing his hips to twitch as they kissed for several minutes. As the kiss went on, Jenna fed energy directly into Rick, energy which flowed down his spine and poured into his cock, exciting him even more, and making his nerves extra sensitive. His cock tingled with magical pleasure. Before he knew it, Rick was practically humping against her, and he broke the kiss with a loud gasp as he shot to edge. Jenna’s magic made the touch of her flesh too intense, and Rick clutched her tightly as he came, ejaculating between their bellies. Jenna pulled back slightly from Rick and helped steady him as she drank in the energies of his pleasure and his orgasm. She looked down and was a little surprised at how much fluid he had produced.
Rick caught his breath and blushed. “Wow. I hadn’t… I hadn’t realized it had been a while. I’m not usually that quick.”
Jenna giggled. “I was cheating a little.” She winked again and Rick laughed. “Still, that was just the appetizer. Now that your first shot is out of the way, we can take it slow.”
Rick glanced around. “Do we have time?” he said.
Jenna looked around as well. “I’m pretty sure we got a couple hours before the others get back.” She paused. “If not, Lilly and Cathy will sense what’s up and give us some privacy.”
“Good,” said Rick, and he kissed her once more.
THE BET
It was a simple bet. Try and stay standing for thirty minutes while I played with your penis. Simple enough, sure. A strapping hunk of a man like you, you’d gotten handjobs and blowjobs galore, you’d fucked in every conceivable position your body would allow, and always maintained perfect control of yourself, and your partner. When I told you I could fuck you blind with just a thought, you scoffed. You didn’t think my magic could possibly be any more potent than what you’d had up to now.
So, we made the bet. I play with you with my magic. You try and stay standing for thirty minutes. If you won, you were allowed to strip me naked and do anything you wanted to me, and I would not be allowed to stop you, even with my powers. If I won, I would be able to play with you as I saw fit for the rest of the night. You grinned like a idiot, and promptly agreed.
We went back to my place. You were naked in a flash, but to your disappointment, I stayed clothed. Even more to your disappointment, I went to the couch, clicked on the TV, and settled in to watch a show, flipping channels until I found something liked.
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