The Tease [MF][Fem-Dom][Denial]

I woke up to the sensation of Lydia’s lips and tongue on my shaft. Her warm, naked body tangled up on one of my legs. The sunlight filled the room and emblazoned every detail of the incredible scene before me. She gently pressed her soft plump lips to the smooth skin of my shaft. Her nimble tongue felt its way around my corona. She pressed her lips to the underside of my shaft and applied a gentle suction, caressing my frenulum between her lips with her tongue. She slid her mouth down the underside of my now throbbed member to the base and continued kissing. As she worked, I took in the sight of my shaft running along the side of her nose, and resting on her forehead. As she moved, I could feel her hair against my glans.
When she looked up and we made eye contact, she started to speak. “Oh. Did I wake you?” she said, looking at me from the other side of my engorged manhood, her lips close enough to touch the smooth skin of my circumcision scar. “You have a big day today.”
“Why is that?”
She began to kiss and lick me again in between her words. “You…..kiss….have…..kiss…..a….lick….gold….kiss…..coin…..kiss….date.” she then licked up the length of my shaft and kissed the underside of my glans. She slid it into her mouth. I could feel the build up of pressure as I got more and more aroused. She pulled me back out and started to speak again. This time, between strokes, sucking the head into her mouth and back out, interrupted by her words.
“She gave,” in, out, “specific instructions” in, out, “that you were to be” in, out, “very, very, aroused,” in, out,” when you,” in, out, in, out, “arrived, so my job today” in, out, in, out, in out, “is to tease you.”
With that, she took me all the way in. I felt the tightness of her throat, my toes curled, involuntarily, and I let out a moan. She pulled back and as my head left her luscious lips, she said, “That’s enough. Go get a shower.” She got up. Her feet patting on the floor of my room and I watched her small round ass getting further away. She yelled back as she left, “And no touching it! I mean it!”

Frustration burned inside of me as I walked into my bathroom, erection swaying, and turned on the shower. I buried my face in the hot water and breathed in the steam. As I shampooed and soaped I felt my erection subside and my frustration level decrease. As I rinsed the last bit of soap off of my body, I heard the door open and Lydia stepped inside, naked, again. She was carrying her razor and some type of body wash, when she opened the glass door to the shower.
I asked, “What are you doing?” and she replied. “I’m shaving you.” She must have read my expression. “Not everywhere. Your rugged look is one of your selling points. Just around the base. Just to make it ‘pop’ more.”
“Why didn’t you tell me to do it?”
“Because, you’re not allowed to touch it, dumbass. Not enough blood to run both, huh. And, I’m having fun.” As she said that last sentence, she used both hands to coat my penis and scrotum with her silky soap. She stroked me as she lathered me up and then shaved the hair at the base of my shaft. She dropped to her knees and inspected her work. A few more passes of the razor underneath and she was done.
She motioned for me to give her the handheld shower head. The hot water poured over my already throbbing cock as she gently massaged away the soap. She looked up at me and gave the underside of my glands a long, slow, passionate kiss, stood up, giggling, and left the shower. “Remember, don’t touch.”
I turned into the water with my hands around the shower head. It was all that I could do not to rip it from the wall in frustration. Not anger. I wasn’t angry, I didn’t have ANY negative feelings about it. In fact, I just wanted to bend her over the counter and watch as she took me in.
She leaned back in to say, “And, I better see steam coming out of this shower.” Now, I don’t know who came up with the idea of cold showers, but they don’t fucking work.
Things calmed down a bit after I got dressed. Lydia was in her room getting ready, so I sat down to watch tv. I still had that stirred up feeling that you get in this condition. It’s like an itch that you can’t scratch. It kept me from enjoying anything that was on.
The apartment was a perk of this business. It was provided to Lydia, as my handler, to live in and host events if needed. I happened to be looking for an apartment after moving here. I was short on cash and the ad said, “rent negotiable.” Before I knew what I had gotten into, Lydia, who had been impressed with my “equipment and skills,” as she put it, had convinced me to let her “handle” me.
Her bedroom door opened, and Lydia came out. She had her hair up and her make-up impeccably done, including bright red lipstick on her plump lips that caused a stir in my loins. She did it on purpose. That was her go-to move to get me excited. She said she noticed me watching her lips when we met and now she calls attention to them whenever she wants me aroused.
She was wearing a black spaghetti strapped tank top and nothing else. She walked over and straddled my lap, grabbed my hair, and kissed me. I felt her tongue tease my lips as we kissed and she suckered my bottom lip a bit before reaching down to make sure that I was hard. Then she plopped down next to me on the couch and laid her head on my lap.
This was too much, I tried to get up and go in the other room to relieve my frustration. She felt me shift and she used her head to press down on my lap and keep me there. She grabbed my hand and guided it under her shirt. Her nipples were hard as my hand caressed them. Grabbing my wrist, she slid my massive hand down to her bare pubis. She was already dripping. She put her hand on the back of mine and used it to massage her clit. She started to moan and writhe. Her head was resting on my, once again, throbbing phallus and she looked up and smiled, “Lose the shorts.”
I did as she said, and she replaced her head on my lap. Only, this time, she laid my cock across those beautiful red lips. She started masturbating with my hand again as she “made-out” with the underside of my member. Her breathing quickened and deepened and I knew what was coming. There’s nothing that can make me lose it more than a woman as she approaches orgasm. Lydia knows this. She was counting on it. She knows that I get off on getting her off and she was using it to tease me. My excitement ramped up as I heard and felt her come. She felt me start to tighten up into that moment just before I explode. My breathing hardened, I moaned a deep gutteral sound, and I was right there, when she slid out from under it and to the floor. She laid on the floor laughing as I said some things that don’t bear repeating here.
“Ok, time for your date.”

The ride over sucked and I was still half hard when an attractive brunette opened the door of a huge house in the suburbs. She was buxom. Her cleavage spilled out of her top and she had on a little red microskirt that she had to keep pulling down to cover her womanhood. She was a little older than me and had a look in her eyes of anxious worry, but she was stunning. She wasn’t a centerfold or a cover model with their photoshopped perfect skin and shape, she was a real, curvy, genuine beauty. I could sense her trepidation. She fixated on what she thought were her flaws and she was afraid that I wouldn’t be attracted to her. She was wrong, what she thought were flaws were little perfect imperfections that made her unique and beautiful. I instantly wanted her, and she stared at my crotch as my member tried to force it’s way through my pants. When she looked up at me, she had a newfound confidence in her eyes that made her even more beautiful.
She grabbed me by the hand and half sprinted with me to a room at the back of the house. Her heels clicked as she pulled me. Once there, she started unbuttoning my shirt, kissing my chest as she went. She pulled at my belt and slid my pants down. My cock sprung out and she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” I kicked out of my shoes and pants. I stepped toward her and her hand pressed against my chest and stopped me. Her fingers played with my chest hair as she pushed me back against the wall. She lifted my hands to a set of leather straps that I had not seen, and locked me in. Her hands traced my muscles down to my throbbed manhood. With the tip of her finger she pushed the head down to watch it spring back up. “Do you want me?” she said as she looked at me with doey eyes. I replied, “Yes Ma’am, I do.” She seemed a bit surprised. “I like that. Keep saying it.”
She fastened straps around my ankles and walked away. She came back rolling a chair with stirrups on it, like at a doctors office. She wheeled it up close to me, hiked up her skirt and climbed up. She had not been wearing panties so her vulva was positioned inches under my hard cock. She unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her large glorious breasts. Then, she leaned forward, and fastened a belt around my waist. This took away my ability to thrust or move side to side. I wasn’t a fan.
As soon as I was locked in, she laid back and started to slide her fingers into her labia. She gently massaged her clitoral hood until I could see her clit stiffen and her juices began flowing. This made me throb. Her eyes darted back and forth between my cock and my eyes. She wanted to be sure that I was watching and that I was turned on by her. “Tell me you want me.”
I responded, “Fuck! I want you so bad right now!”
That elicited a squeal of delight and she furiously worked her clit. She grabbed my cock and started slapping her clit with it. I could feel it against my frenulum as she rubbed me against her. Faster and harder, she kept going until I could tell she was about to come. I could feel myself losing control as she screamed with delight. I was about to explode all over her stomach and those gorgeous tits, when she let me go and slid the chair away from me. My moan was almost a shout and I could feel the leather creak as every muscle in my body clenched.
She simply touched my chest and said “Thank you.” before unfastening my hands. Then she said, “You can see yourself out.” And walked, naked, out of the room.
That was the longest fucking Uber ride of my life. I couldn’t soften up. The lady driving kept stealing glances back at my crotch and I was sure that my testicles would be visibly blue when I got home to check them.
I slammed the door as I entered the apartment. One look at my face and condition, and Lydia started giggling. “I’m sorry I didn’t warn you. Well, no, not really.”
“You knew what was gonna happen?”
“Look, some women just want to be wanted. And believe me, I haven’t seen many things hotter than you, big and frustrated, with nowhere to put that beautiful cock. Control is a powerful aphrodisiac.”
She walked over to me and opened her robe, revealing her naked body underneath. She started unbuttoning my pants as I stripped off my shirt. She said, “If it’s any consolation, I’ve been edging while you were gone. I’m ready to come, too.”
She pulled me to the floor and straddled me. She produced a bottle of lube from the pocket of her robe. With both hands she coated me in the slick liquid. She shucked her robe and leaned toward me. Putting her hand between her legs, she guided me into her.
It felt like I slid into her for miles before she started sliding up and down my shaft. She tensed as she started to climax, her hands gripped my shoulders as wave after wave overtook her. It was more than I could stand. She gave a satisfied moan and smiled, biting her lip, as she felt me explode inside her. Her tight wetness milked every drop from my shaft and she collapsed beside me on the floor. With her head on my chest, she sighed and said, “It’s been a long fucking day.”

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