Sir sat down next to me, “Would you like to make her come?” he asked her. He tapped my leg, and I swiveled, spreading my legs to expose my pussy to her, leaning back into Sir.
He took one of my nipples in his fingers, twisting hard. My pussy clenched in response.
She stared at me. “Would you like me to play with your pussy?” She was very sweet, asking for consent.
I was breathless, I knew that Sir had planned to deny me. Edging and denial was part of my punishment for coming without permission. But he wouldn’t deny this pretty waitress. If she wanted me to orgasm, I would orgasm.
I nodded, not able to trust my voice, practically wriggling with anticipation.
She reached out, and her fingers met my clit. She started slowly, watching my face. Sir’s fingers pulled hard on my nipple, as we both watched her fingers rub my clit, her flicks became faster and faster.
It was a lot, after a week of teasing, and in the restaurant and being fucked, my body was primed. I clung to Sirs legs, my entire body was on fire, my hips started jerking and I was desperate, holding off as best I could. Every few seconds I’d jerk away, to give myself a reprieve before her fingers found my clit again.
After a few, very intense minutes, the pretty waitress asked “Why is she avoiding cumming? Does she not want to cum?”
Sir chuckled.
“She hasn’t been given permission, and she’s already been spanked today for asking. She lost her begging privileges for cumming without permission.”
The waitress nodded, and then said, “I’m going to count down from five, and when I get to zero, I want you to come. Do you understand?”
I nodded, “Yes ma’am, come on zero.” I look back to Sir for confirmation.
Sir gave me his reassures, “Do as she says. Do whatever she says.”
I moaned and jerked my hips, her fingers were still flicking my clit. My pussy was so wet and excited to cum.
“Five.” At this point, Sir, still toying with my nipple started whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
“Aren’t you the sweetest slut, look how desperate you are to come, how needy your pussy.” I moaned. I hadn’t forgotten we were outdoors, or that someone might see but my need overwhelmed my logic. Sir’s arm curled around my shoulders, playing with my nipple. The prettiest waitress, flicking my clit. Sir’s seed was still dripping out of my folds.
“Four”
“Look how much you like this, having a stranger play with your clit in such a public place. Look how much your pussy loves this”
My entire pussy clenched, my muscles taut as I fought to stay still. The flicking was intense, my clit was so sensitive and I couldn’t think about anything else.
“Three”
“You pretend to be such a good girl, but your pussy knows the truth, your needy wet pussy. You love this. You’re such a beautiful needy slut.” My hips jerked as the waitress worked their magic.
“Two.”
“I bet you’re desperate to come, your pussy is so hot. It’s been a while since you came. Aren’t you a lucky little slut. Isn’t our pretty waitress so kind.”
“One.”
“Are you going to be a good slut, and come hard for your pretty waitress? Show us how good you can come.” Sir pinched my nipples, hard, twisting them.
“Zero. Come now.”
The orgasm ripped through my body, my hips spasmed and I shook as the waves flooded my body. She smiled, slowing her flicks, pushing firmly against my clit.
“I’m coming.”
It was a sharp little cry of delight and despair, followed almost immediately by a long animalistic wail as my orgasm hit. Wave after wave of absolute ecstasy from the waitress’ tongue and fingers pulsing through my body and I was simply unable to control myself.
My cries were not exceptional, but in the still of the evening I was sure they had rung right through the park even though I fought to quieten them. By my own embarrassed ears I was certain that I would have been heard all the way to the other side of the park, as I stared at the path we had been on previously, praying that nobody would come along, but all I could do was surrender to my climax.
I grabbed at the waitress’ head, pushing the girl into me as hard as my hips pushed back, squashing her face into pussy and holding it there, needing the feeling of her tongue to continue even though I knew I shouldn’t. My orgasm seemed as if it was going on forever. I jerked my hips into the waitress’s face, crying out and looking about, scared of the power of my climax, petrified of being caught by my vocalizing and mortified by the way I was treating my new lover, but it was the strongest climax I had experienced, and I just couldn’t do anything about it.
Finally it was over but for the little post orgasmic aftershocks that sporadically darted through me and made me gasp.
Gradually I was able to release the waitress’ hair and let her settle back. I watched as the girl gazed down with a triumphant smile on her face.
“Thank you.”
I whispered self consciously, to Sir and the waitress, still surprised at myself, but grateful for both the pleasure and the experience.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/12gfsme/mdomfsubteasingdenialorgasm_controlthreesomemff