No Nut November (How I learned to stop worrying and love blue balls) PART 3

I spent the next couple days feeling two things: defeated and desperately horny. When I went home I was uncomfortably hard and figured that maybe the best course of action would be to play with myself and find the staying power I needed to make sure I could satisfy Sam’s desires for having me be a good edgslut for the rest of the month. I lay back in my bed and relaxed replaying her tiny body flowing itself through the yoga movements and hearing the high pitched little girl voice speak lewdly to me. Holy shit, this was better not having her in front of me, not having the pressure to preform made it so much easier to come right to the edge and then pull back. I started understanding what she meant by controlling my breathing and flexing my muscles at the right time too. A whole hour I spent exploring how good it could feel to stay on the verge of orgasm but holding my self control and discipline to not stray over the edge. My balls still hurt, but with the right breathing the knot in my stomach was much less intense. I fell into a bit of a euphoric state it was nice to enjoy myself and it was nice to hold back, to have a larger goal than just busting my nut as quickly as possible and then cleaning up. I was holding on for her, this cute little fuckdoll who had me wrapped around her finger by virtue of being the first woman to pay attention to me in many moons. It made me hot thinking about how she was out of my league, it made me hot that she was still technically a teenager and our age gap was about a decade, and in made me insufferably aroused how she took the daddy daughter kink to the most insane depraved level possible. I was going to be better, and I was going to last longer for her, I was never going to cum again if that was what she desired.

A few days went by in silence from her, which left me somewhat nervous that I had let her down and now she was seeking a new man to deny. I began edging for more time during the day, at first just to the memory of her teasing me, and then with porn just to see how quickly I could get to the edge and withdraw without losing my nut. It was a weird new sexual awakening for me, like all new things it felt a little scary and nerve wracking, but every-time I felt like a pervert I thought about those eyes and her telling me not to spill a drop until I paint her pretty little face. I had a goal now, and even better a muse to drive me towards whatever wild reckless perfection she wanted out of me. I was glad the next time we crossed paths to discover that my masturbatory exploration and conditioning my cock to hold back would prove worth the time.

It was a chance meeting. I was in the library studying like an actual honest to god college student, since this was my second time around at school I wanted to get though it as quickly as possible so I could avoid being saddled with the debt that had followed me around after my first foray into the college life. I was sitting at a table facing the bookshelves, away from the windows that only held a dark looming November rainstorm. I was making notes when all of a sudden I hear a chair slide out besides me startling me out of my routine. All of a sudden shes there right next to me! Pushing her straw blonde hair out of her face and staring at me with those intense soul scouring eyes, a small smile twisting on her pink lips. “I’m so glad I found you” she leaned close to whisper even lower “daddy” her eyebrow cocking as she let the words escape her lips.

“I thought you forgot about me” I grunted giving a half hearted shrug and trying to pretend I was more interested in physics than her intoxicating presence. “Nooo I could never! I still need your cum” she said in a low growl, “You haven’t cum yet have you?” “No I haven’t but just being around you is making it hard to focus” I said exasperatedly turning in my chair pretending to be annoyed. She began to run her pale dainty hand up my thigh over my jeans, turquoise nails clawing lightly as she raked her way up the inside of my leg towards my crotch. “I want your dick daddy” she barely whispered at me almost just mouthing it, “I want to fondle your fuckstick right here in the library.”

I outright smiled at her in surprise, I should have been petrified in fear of someone seeing us, of getting caught, of what people would think, but all I wanted was that little angel half my size to scoot her chair as close to me as possible and jerk me off in the library as students and faculty walked past browsing through the isles. I scooted my chair in under the table and unzippered my fly taking out my already hard cock poking it through my pants and guiding Sam’s hand the rest of the way up my thigh grabbing her wrist and placing the palm of her hand against my stiff member. I had never seen her look at me so happy. “Oh daddy you’re getting so bold with me, remember I’m just a little girl, it would be so wrong if someone caught us like this” She was stroking me frantically at first I could tell how excited she was just from the tempo, precum started to drool form my piss- slit and her thumb glided over slowly picking it up and rubbing my wetness up and down the length of my shaft. Slowing down now and taking her time, gripping more loosely. I pretended to be absorbed in my textbook as she fondled me under the table, as the minutes passed I began to thrust my hips slightly with each slow delicate stroke of her hand.

“Faster daddy?” Her tongue reached out to flick my earlobe as she whispered in my ear. Goosebumps exploded over my neck stealing sensation from her soft hand molesting my cock. “No thats perfect I sighed out” another fatter bead of precum, clear and sticky coaxed by her hand came cascading down my dick. “Nice and slow, you play with daddies cock so good” I was in a trance, staring into my text book relaxing my pelvic floor as a felt an orgasmic contraction welling up. “nice and slow” I gritted out as I breathed deeply. I could feel her finger tips trace along one thick vein stroking up and down its length giving it and inordinate about of attention. I leaned back as far as I dared in my seat, to let her get a view while still staying under the table. “You like that don’t you”. She bit her lip and nodded quickly looking around before mouthing, “thats going to feel so good inside me”. That certainly made my balls contract and hurt, thank god she was stroking slowly and lightly.

She began jerking me more forcefully and tightening her grip. Fuck. I was going deeper into my trance just enjoying the feeling of her little hand gliding up and down my cock, she was so good at going all the way down to the base and then coming all the way up to the crown, her fingers stealing the precum that she had pumped out of me and smearing it down my turgid pole as she went for another quick greedy stroke. I’m not sure how it happened, clothed in a library surrounded by the constant threat of getting discovered but we seemed to be moving in a rhythm similar to coitus without being naked and fucking in private. As soon as I felt like I was going to explode from her quick strong strokes she would slow down and coax more sex sap from me with gentle teasing glides, only touching the right spots as I breathed deeply unleashing the tension in my stomach, my balls humming with excitement. I grabbed her wrist and fucked into her hand gently, never rising from my seat just slightly gyrating my hips. “I love using your little hand like a pussy” I exhaled out in a hushed longing. “Daddy I’m so wet” she murmured in her own trance rubbing her thighs together and crossing and uncrossing her legs. She spread her legs and pulled up her sweater revealing a dark stain spreading from her crotch. I could see her wet camel-toe though the shear fabric soaking a growing spot on her tightly fitting leggings. I lost grip on her wrist and had to stop humping her hand when I saw how wet the spot was. “Jesus”

Her phone that she had set on the table, long neglected as we had slipped into our own little sexual timewarp buzzed shattering our little world. I looked around frantically relived to see that no one had noticed her jacking me off under the table, still excited from seeing how wet she was. She picked up her phone, rubbing her hand that was now coated with my fuck-fluids down the side of her on thigh ruining her leggings more. “Shit, I have to go!” she sounded frustrated “time fly’s! I just spent an hour beating you off” this exclamation was equal part pissed and lustful heat. I reached for her grabbing the collar of her sweater and drawing her in for a kiss, our first, “guess I’ll see you later then.” be fore she bolted away. It wasn’t even a question, just a statement punctuated by longing and desire.

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