2 comments/ 54831 views/ 8 favorites Cocktease By: Parris Originally written for Gary You like tits, don't you? You're watching my big tits jiggle and bounce in front of you as you rise up over me and plunge your hot, hard cock into my slippery, wet cunt. My tits are large, resilient mounds of creamy flesh with small, sensitive, dusky pink nipples that love to be teased by fingers and lips. Can you think of anything better than sliding your wet cock between them and giving me the good sound tittie fuck I so well deserve? Fuck me harder, stud. Make my tits bounce. Pulling out of my snatch, you lay your rod between my tits and press the soft globes together until they surround your cock. You start slowly sliding back and forth, feeling the tender warmth of my breasts around you. As you stroke up, I flick my tongue over the tip of your cock wishing I could take the helmeted head in my mouth to suck you. I taste my own juices mixed with your pre-cum. As you pull away, you watch a string form, connecting the head of your prick with my tongue. The sight makes you hungry to plant your cock in my face, so you move over me until your pecker is bobbing over my lips. I stare up at the beautiful, turgid length of your cock and open my lips. You lower your balls into my mouth and I suck them one at a time, gently rolling them inside their sack with my tongue. I reach up and stroke the soft skin of your perineum with my finger tip, then move to lightly circle the tight pucker of your ass as I start to lick the length of your cock. The skin is satiny smooth and delicately soft over your hard shaft. I love the smell, the taste and texture of you. I kiss and suckle your length until I reach the head of your cock. Lightly, I flick my tongue under the rim of your glans, teasing you. I delve my tongue again and again into the cleft at the back of your cock, cupping your balls with cool fingers; gently playing with them in my hand. You are shaking and moaning. You want me to lick the tip of your cock. You want me to plunge my tongue in and out of the slit at the top and swirl over the sensitive skin surrounding it. You want to shove yourself deep in my throat and fuck my mouth but you wait, knowing it will be better if you let me have my way. Using my fingers, I start to stroke you lightly; tracing the veins and bulges of your straining cock. Taking you in my fist, I squeeze firmly and pump you as my tongue continues to flick and swirl around the head of your cock, coming ever closer but never quite touching the most sensitive area around your slit where pre-cum is oozing liberally. I take away my tongue and tickle your perineum and anus again. You quiver and moan, "Don't stop." Looking up into your eyes I say, "What do you want?" "Suck me. I want you to suck my cock!" you pant. "Is that all you want?" I ask as I slip the tip of my finger into your ass and give your cock a few quick strokes with my hand. "No," you breathe, "I want to fuck my cock down your throat. I want to cum in your face. Please, please suck me." I graze the underside of your cock with my teeth, making you suck wind and shudder. I lick your length with one long stroke of my tongue then blow a cool stream of air over the wetness left there. "What if I don't want to?" I ask. You could force me. We both know that. You could open my mouth and plunder your cock over my tongue and into my throat but you like the long, slow tease so you hold back, waiting to see what the game will bring next. "Please," you gasp. "Please, what?" "Suck me," you implore. "Lay down," I tell you. You do and I lean over your cock. You feel my long, brown hair brush over you in feather light touches and helplessly thrust your hips toward the contact. I drag the ends of my hair over and around you, tickling your balls and the length of your cock. Wrapping the silky strands around your shaft, I enclose them under my fist and jerk you ever so lightly through the softness of my hair. I listen to your deep, passionate, masculine moans of pleasure and want and slowly drag my tongue across the tip of your cock, cleaning away pre-cum dripping from your slit, savoring your flavor. You thrash slightly, fighting yourself to keep from thrusting into my mouth. I blow on the tip of your cock, then lightly circle your slit with my tongue. Your cock is still wrapped in the gentle softness of my hair and I reach between your legs to stroke the delicate skin there with my middle finger using the same movements I would to masturbate my own clit. Taking the full head of your soldier's helmet into my mouth, I suck hard, running my tongue up and down and into the tiny slit, then circle the tender, sensitive skin around it. I hear you moan and feel you try to buck further into my mouth. You are shaking and sweating with the effort of your restraint. I suck half the length of your cock into my mouth, running my wet tongue back and forth before stroking toward the head again and again. "Oh, God, yes! Suck me." you moan. I pull away, raking my hair off your shaft. Sitting back on my heels, I finger comb the tangles from the silky tresses. "God, NO!" you cry, panting with unfulfilled lust. "PLEASE! Don't tease anymore. Suck me!" "Wouldn't you rather fuck my hot, wet cunt?" I ask innocently, tipping my pelvis and spreading my pussy lips so you can see my glistening juices and clit. "UUUUnnnnnggggghhhhh!" you groan in frustration, squeezing your eyes tightly closed, wanting the game to end. "Or maybe a little more tittie fuck?" I ask, leaning over you to graze the length of your cock with my nipples. Your cock is straining and purple with want as I gently penetrate your pee hole with a hard nipple. A torment of pleasure scorches along your nerves as your back arches and the cords strain in your neck. A sighing groan finally escapes you as you feel me lick the length of your cock again, from balls to tip and enclose you in my mouth, feeding you deeper toward my throat. You open your eyes and look to see my face nestled against your thatch of thick hair and feel the muscles of my throat working around your cock. I stroke you in and out, playing my tongue along your hot skin while I lightly caress your balls before squeezing them. I can feel them starting to gather, tighten and pull up. You will cum soon. Pulling you out of my throat, I tell you to change positions. I want you to be over me so you can leverage strokes and fuck my throat. You slide into my mouth again and press past my tongue into my throat. The time for play is over. You are intent on reaching your orgasm and spending your cum in my mouth. I tip my head back and you gently pump your cock into my face, watching as your pubic hair brushes my lips. You can see my throat working to accept your length and diameter and feel the vibrations of small moans as you run a finger over my clit to return some of the pleasure I have given you. Reaching between your legs, I play with your perineum and tight asshole again as you begin to thrust faster, grunting with your effort. You can feel the burn of cum coursing from your balls down the length of your cock and give a loud, masculine roar of release as you pull out of my throat and expel shot after shot of cum into my mouth. You watch as I swallow your copious offering, then suck the last drops from your softening cock. Cocktease "Excuse me, John, you're in my way," Mary informed her co-worker, John. She had finished using his bathroom and he was blocking the hallway back to the living room with his arms against the walls. "I know. Why don't you just turn around and go to my bedroom?" John asked her with a wicked grin. "You'd like that wouldn't you? Come on, let me pass," Mary said impatiently, trying to push past him. He obstructed her small frame easily with his considerably larger one. "I don't think so. We're going to the bedroom," he replied firmly. "Very funny," Mary said, rolling her eyes. She called out towards the living room, "Tracy, John's being a dick again!" "Tracy went home while you were in the bathroom. In fact the party pretty much broke up while you were in there. It's down to just you and me," John informed her smugly. "Ok, well then, if the party is over I guess it's time for me to go home," Mary said, trying once more to push past John. "You're in no shape to drive." "I can manage," she answered uncertainly. Her plan of only having one drink had turned into four as the night went on. "Why did Tracy leave? We came together, and she was supposed to drive us home." "Tracy got a ride home with Matt. Well, that's if she goes home anyways. Those two were looking pretty close earlier," John chuckled. Mary knew John was right. Tracy had lusted after Matt for a while, and was flirting with him shamelessly during the party. Mary silently cursed her friend for leaving with Matt without telling her. "I'm going home," Mary reaffirmed. "I've hidden your keys," John answered with a grin, "and I don't think you want to walk on a night like this." "You're a dick," she told him, staring into his dark eyes. "Why don't you reserve judgment on that for now? Let's go get comfy on my bed." John wrapped his arms around Mary and pressed himself against her. She tried to squirm away, but he was considerably larger and more powerful than her. "Let me go!" she exclaimed. "You're drunk. Just give me my keys and I won't say anything about this to anyone." "That's a sweet offer, but no. And I'm not drunk." Mary studied John intensely. From his clear speech and the sharp focus in his eyes she knew he couldn't be intoxicated. "I'm not interested in you John," she began, finally escaping from his grasp. She backed away slowly, in the direction of his bedroom. "Really? So why do you come by my desk several times a day at work, and always stop to chat?" "I'm just being friendly! God, you're such a pig!" "Fine, then what about that dress you're wearing tonight? Pretty low cut and short for a woman who isn't looking for something," John stated. "What I wear is none of your business." John had slowly advanced on her, and she had chosen to continue stepping back away from him, towards his bedroom. "And all the flirting tonight? The suggestive comments, the innuendo. You hugged me at least four times, including sitting on my lap, and gave me at least three separate compliments on my ass. Are you going to deny that?" "I was being friendly. And sure, I was flirting a little," Mary admitted. "Is that a crime? You're old enough to know that just because a woman flirts it isn't an open invitation. Plus you weren't the only guy I was talking to." "I noticed. You flirted with every unattached guy here tonight, and a couple that aren't single. I think Jen from accounting is pretty upset about what you said to her boyfriend Hugo." "Hugo is Jen's boyfriend?" Mary asked. "Like you didn't know. They've been together for months, and I know you hear all the office gossip. I had a nice little chat with your buddy Katie the other day." "What did Katie say?" Mary asked. She had stopped her retreat at the open door to John's bedroom. She was very aware of his strong masculine presence, towering just inches in front of her. "She told me how you've been bitching about not getting laid for a while. And how you complain that most of the guys you date are too polite, too wishy-washy about what they want." "Some guys are too timid," Mary agreed hesitantly. "I'm well aware of what you actually want. I know your type. You end up dating guys you can push around, and then you're disappointed when they don't stand up to you." "Who I date is none of your business," Mary protested. "I've had my eye on you for a while," John continued, ignoring her statement. "You excite me. You're smart, you're confident, and you've got a great little body. But I can tell that deep down you want a man to take control, to overpower you, and make you his," John stated confidently. "You don't know shit about me." John pushed her into his bedroom, pulling the door shut behind them. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to his king sized bed. To avoid losing her balance she allowed herself to go where he directed her. She ended up landing on her side, losing a shoe in the process. "I didn't appreciate that," she told him. "I got tired of standing." Suddenly, John grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed, straddling her hips. "Stop!" Mary cried out. John didn't listen, instead moving his heavy body on top of her and pressing his mouth against hers. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way," John told her when she didn't respond to his kiss. "You can't just have your way with me because I was flirting with you," Mary protested. "I can and I will. That's not the issue here. But I promise I won't hurt you, unless you make me." "You're pathetic," she told him. She tried to sound more certain than she felt. "And yet you want me. Since you're not keen on the kissing right now, I guess I'll have to play with these lovely tits of yours. I've already seen most of them thanks to this great dress of yours, and now I'm going to see the rest." Mary struggled against him, but John was strong enough to keep both her wrists pinned above her head with one arm and untie the straps of her dress from her neck with the other. He bent down to kiss and nibble her neck. "Very nice perfume by the way," he whispered in her ear. "Fuck you," Mary uttered softly. Part of her was glad he noticed and liked the compliment. "Soon enough, dear Mary. But foreplay comes first. Beautiful bra," he observed. "But it will look better on my floor." "Oh that's creative," she said, struggling with futility against his strength. Mary's bra was a black push-up bra that lifted her breasts together to show off her tits and create the illusion of a much larger chest. "It even clasps in the front. That was good planning on your part." John bent down to kiss the upper swell of Mary's cleavage. She felt a mix of repulsion and arousal as his tongue and mouth moved across the exposed portion of her breasts. "Don't," she said. "Don't what?" he asked, unhooking the clasp and sliding the bra's cups off her breasts. Mary trembled slightly. "Lovely. You really are beautiful," John remarked casually as he stared at Mary's erect nipples. He grabbed a wrist in each strong hand and pulled her arms downward, pinning them against her sides before extending his tongue to lick a nipple. "You'd fuck anything with tits," Mary spat. "Oh no I wouldn't," John said looking up into her eyes. "You are the only woman I would do this for. You drive me wild with lust, Mary." "Don't do me any favors," she replied. He didn't respond and instead resumed licking her breasts and sucking upon her nipples gently. When she didn't respond he sucked the hard bud more forcefully, biting upon them gently. "Ow! That hurt!" she cried. "Just making sure you were paying attention, baby. I know you like it, so why don't you admit it?" he asked. "I'd rather go to a day long work seminar." "Ouch. That's cold, Mary. You'll change your attitude soon enough." John moved her hands together near her navel and held them together with one arm, undoing his belt with the other. She managed to wiggle one hand free, but he quickly recaptured it. "You're feisty. I like that," he said, wrapping the belt around her wrists to bind them together. "You're such a fucking caveman. Let me go." "Soon, soon." John continued holding her bound wrists with one hand, and lifted the hem of her dress up past her hips with his other. "Please, no!" Mary whispered. "A lacy black thong," John observed. "Very nice. Sexy yet functional. The sort of underwear a woman wears if she thinks it might be seen." "Not by a shithead like you!" "Such language! Let's see what we have underneath." Despite John's weight Mary was able to squirm her legs and hips enough to make it impossible for John to slide down her panties with much success. "Fine, we'll do it your way," John sighed, grabbing her thong and giving it a firm yank. Mary cringed at the sound of ripping fabric. He gave a second sharp tug and the delicate garment came off her body. "I'll have to buy you dinner some time to make up for ruining this," he chuckled, tossing the torn bit of lace aside. John grabbed her thighs and pulled them open for his inspection. Mary trembled silently. "What do we have here? VERY nice little haircut. I like the racing strip," John said, stroking the thin line of trimmed dark hair above Mary's pussy. "You shaved the lips and everything. Do you always maintain it so well when you haven't gotten fucked in three months?" "I'm going to kill Katie for telling you that," Mary said softly. "Katie's not here right now. Let's focus on us," John said, running his fingers against her bare pussy. Mary tried to close her legs, but John used his bodyweight to keep her thighs spread wide open. "No..." Mary said weakly as he slid his index finger slowly into her. John looked up at her, smiling with surprise and self satisfaction. "You are one wet little girl down here!" "Dick!" she shot back. Mary closed her eyes tightly as John explored her with his finger. He probed her with surprising tenderness. Mary fought the desire to exhale from pleasure at his touch. She didn't want to give John the satisfaction of knowing his caresses felt good. "You like that don't you?" he asked smugly, sliding a second finger into her wetness. She clenched her teeth in silence, breathing heavily from her nose, not responding to his questions. As he explored her pussy with his fingers, John moved his shoulders between her thighs. He released her wrists, still held together by his belt. John extended his tongue and licked her clit with the tip, causing Mary to gasp. "Since when is oral sex a part of rape?" Mary asked, trying to sound angry. "Well I love to both give and receive oral sex as part of foreplay, and since we haven't reached the level of trust for me to put my dick in your mouth, I figured I'd give you a little treat," he told her. "Oh, you can put your dick in my mouth. I want to suck on you." Mary opened her mouth and bared her teeth menacingly. "Another time," John replied before resuming his own oral attention upon her. Mary felt a mix of emotions. John was acting like an arrogant bastard, taking advantage of her, pushing himself upon her. Yet, there was a tenderness to his strong touch. Although she hadn't struggled much, he really hadn't hurt her. She felt herself giving in to him as his tongue worked its magic on her clit. "I don't feel you struggling or hear you complaining," John taunted after a few minutes. Mary realized she had been enjoying his oral offerings silently. "I've given up. You win. Do with me as you will. I'll just report your ass to the cops tomorrow." "Fine," he replied. "Don't think I won't do it," she continued, angry at his reaction. "By the time we finish, if you choose to report me I'll accept my fate. I'm taking a chance on you. If I'm right, this is exactly what you want. Like most women you want sex, but you're afraid to go after it for fear of looking like a slut. Part of you probably feels guilty about your desires. You put yourself out there, wearing a big neon sign that screams out "SEX". You flirt, you tease. You practically beg guys to come onto you." "You don't know me," Mary protested. "I think I do. So after you get the guys interested you find yourself in a bind. You're afraid to actually go through with it. So you pull away, act like you were just flirting. Most guys are disappointed, but they move on to greener pastures." "The cattle metaphor is very sexy," she replied coldly. "But I'm not like most guys. I saw what you really want, what you crave. A strong, powerful man, who doesn't listen to you when you say you don't want it. Who can see that you're just waiting for a guy to break past your defenses. A man who can show you what you need, who wants you so much he has to have you." Mary didn't respond. John slowly removed his own clothing. Mary felt strange without him pinning her down against the bed. Mary had to admit that John had a nice body. His shoulders were broad and powerful, and he obviously worked out. His stomach wasn't perfectly flat, but from her perspective any imperfection in his body was dwarfed by her own. He removed his boxers revealing a nice cock: sturdy, thick and very hard. "Now's your chance to make a run for it," John observed as he fished a condom out of his nightstand. Mary didn't move. "I knew you wanted it," John smiled at her as he rolled the latex sheath onto his erection. "I told you I gave up," Mary replied. She had closed her legs, and John spread them apart once more as he climbed on top of her. John lifted her belt-bound arms back above her head; Mary didn't resist. Positioned between her thighs, John looked Mary in the eyes and spoke clearly. "Ok, here's your chance. Tell me 'no' right now and I'll let you go." "Excuse me?" Mary asked. "Tell me you don't want it. Say 'Please don't fuck me, John' or 'Don't' or 'Stop'. Tell me you don't want me to fuck you and this ends right now." Mary stared at him with fiery passion in her eyes. "You're a fuckhead." "That won't do. You can insult me all you want, but I won't stop unless you tell me to. If you don't tell me to stop I'm going to fuck you." John rubbed the head of his cock against Mary's pussy for emphasis. Mary didn't say anything. Without warning, she spit in his face. John recoiled for a moment before resuming his lustful grin. "God, you ARE a little spitfire!" He casually wiped his face off with her hair. "Last chance. Say no or it happens." For long moments Mary stared at John silently. Finally she whispered, "Do it. Fuck me." "Say please," John instructed. "What?" Mary gasped. "Say please," he repeated. "Oh my god. You really are a fucking asshole," Mary uttered, her arousal getting the better of her. "You win. Fuck me, John. Please, fuck me," she requested softly. With a loud groan John drove his cock into Mary's pussy with sudden force. She cried out in surprise at the sudden feeling of fullness. The fingers of John's right hand dug into her hip as he started thrusting into her with strong, deliberate strokes. He kept her hands pinned firmly above her head. Mary found herself crying out with each deep penetrating stroke. "Your pussy is on fire!" John exclaimed. He pushed his mouth against hers roughly. Mary returned his kiss this time. His bed creaked loudly as he unleashed his pent up passion upon her body. John's groans and Mary's cries formed a chorus of increasing volume as he thrust into her deeply with increasing frequency. John was amazed how good it felt to finally have Mary; she couldn't remember the last time a man had fucked her with such passion and intensity. John groped her breast firmly and sucked the nipple into his mouth. There was nothing gentle about the way he fucked her. He was conquering her, claiming her, making her his with animalistic lust. "You're amazing," he gasped, staring into her eyes. "You're beautiful. And you're mine." "Yes," she whispered. His thrusts became even more rapid. She heard his breathing increase and felt his body tense up. She squeezed down on his cock as she felt it swell up within her, and gasped as she felt it erupt in orgasm. He cried out and clung to her tightly, his cock pulsing as he ejaculated. Her own cries of passion joined his. A few minutes later John slowly slid his cock out from her. She cringed, feeling his softening member exit, the sudden change from feeling full to empty. John carefully untied the belt holding her hands before cleaning himself up. John laid down upon his back. Mary curled her body against his, placing her head on his broad chest. Unseen tears rolled down her cheeks, and he neither saw nor heard her silently mouth the words "thank you." At work Monday morning John discovered a puffy brown envelope with his name printed on it sitting on his desk. He opened it and found Mary's ripped thong along with a short note. "John, Thanks a lot for ruining one of my favorite thongs. You still owe me dinner. Wednesday night at Carter's Steak House. Pick me up at 8:00. Mary. P.S. Since you seem to enjoy ripping off lacy underthings, I guess I just won't wear any under my dress for our date." John grinned. Wednesday night couldn't come soon enough. Thanks to awaterhouse for proofreading and editing! Cocktease It was late in the afternoon and Melanie was getting restless. Her blind date, or "hook-up", that her friends set up for her was running late and she figured he was going to ditch her. She wasn't all that upset if he did because he was just some guy she doesn't know but what she was upset about missing out on was that he shared a similar fetish as her. She loves to tease and deny men and this blind date happens to love to be teased and denied to cum. It was now 4:45 and he was supposed to pick her up at her place at 4 pm. She had been ready for a while. Wearing a sexy little black dress that hugged her curvaceous and slim body with lace and spandex. She broke out her 4 inch black stilettos for such an occasion and her hair fell at her milky shoulders in soft ringlets. She looked in the mirror admiring the way the dress made her 32C boobs and perfect ass look even more perfect. She was a small girl in general, thin but not too thin, only 5'3" but with those heels nearly 5'7". She even opted out of wearing any panties because of the promise her friend made to her of the end of the night. Suddenly she heard the doorbell ring. "Hey, sorry I'm la-...wow...you look...um...wow." Jeremy was tall, about 5'10"-6', built like a modern roman God. He had a handsome strong face but looked almost cute and boyish when he smiled. He had ice blue eyes and a nice medium skin tone. He was wearing dark jeans with a black button down shirt and had flowers in his hand. "Oh it's ok now that you brought me flowers" she winked at him playfully. "Would you like to sit while I put these in a vase?" She led him into the living room and he sat on the couch as she walked to the kitchen and he couldn't help stare at her perfect round ass, remembering exactly what his friend had also promised him would happen at the end of the night. It had been a while since he was with a cocktease and just the thought of it made his cock start to harden in his jeans. Melanie came back out and they both left for the movie and dinner. They hit it off very well and every once in a while they would both notice a little glimmer in each other's eyes that said they both knew how this date would end. After the date they headed back to Melanie's house. They got to the door and she asked if he'd like to come in with a coy smile and a crook of her finger. He was melting already. They walked up to her bedroom and she turned to him and he quickly grabbed the sides of her face and kissed her hard and passionately. Just from that kiss she got wet and knew this would be a good long night but knew she had to take more control of the situation. When they let go she pushed him down onto her bed and he sat at the foot of the bed staring at her like a helpless puppy. His eyes dancing all over her amazing body and up to her angelic face and back down her body. She turned around in front of him so her ass was almost right in front of him. "Can you unzip my dress for me?" She giggled as he slowly unzipped the dress as he watched more and more skin become visible. The dress fell to the floor revealing her perfect ass. He was surprised to see no panties or bra on her. She kicked off her heels and turned to face him. He groaned just from seeing her perfect breasts, tight tummy, clean shaven pussy, and long sexy legs. He reached up to touch her but she smacked his hand away. "Ah ah ah, no touching until I say so cutie." She smiled and winked at him. He didn't even realize how hard he was and now that he noticed he realized how much it ached to be free from its jean prison. She knelt down in front of him and ran her hand over his hard bulge and sent shivers up his spine and he gave out a low groan. She giggled and continued to rub his cock from over his jeans. He was dying to rip off his pants and pile drive her pussy till she couldn't feel her legs but knew that would just ruin all the fun of the long night to come. She stopped and stood up and left the room for a minute and returned with wrist and ankle restraints and attached them to the bed. "Take off all your clothes and lay down on the bed." All playfulness gone from her face and voice, now it was sheer lust and power. He stripped as she said and lay down and she put his wrists and ankles in the restraints. She then blindfolded him. "What are the blind folds for?" "Well, when one sense is blocked off, all the others become slightly heightened. Also, the anticipation of what's coming next heightens your senses too. Hehe." There's that adorable giggle again. Jeremy felt her get onto the bed right between his legs and felt a warm soft hand wrap around his hard cock. He gasped when he felt it. She giggled and started to slowly stroke him. It was so slow he felt his dick almost burning with desire for more to satisfy his need. He started thrusting his hips against her slow strokes but the more he did the lighter her touch became until he couldn't feel her anymore. He stopped moving and listened for her. He heard her start giggling again and he suddenly felt her soft lips and wet tongue on his balls. Licking and massaging them with her tongue. He moaned and groaned and tried hard to get free from his restraints to get more contact than that. He begged her to suck on his eager dick but she ignored his pleas and continued to make love to his balls with her mouth and tongue. She then started to lick up his shaft lightly and slowly and he felt like he'd cum but knew it was not enough to send him to the edge. When she got to his head she took extra care to tease him by lightly licking the sensitive spot right underneath the head which made his cock twitch. He begged harder to feel her warm mouth surround his cock but she ignored him again. Licking him as if he was an ice cream cone that'd never melt. All of a sudden she stopped and there was no trace of her. "Melanie? Where'd you go you little tease?" The smile in his voice was filled with both fear and eagerness. "I'm right here cutie" he could hear her right next to him and felt her straddle his shoulders and knew what she wanted. He moved his head up and kissed her perfect pussy. She moaned and giggled. He began licking her methodically and lightly, knowing this would tease her too but it'd be nothing close to what she'd do to him. She moaned and rubbed her pussy against his face softly. He picked up the pace and strength of his tongue and she got louder and closer to climax. She let her fingers tangle in his soft brown hair edging him on to finish the job. He lapped at her clit as if to save his life and she screamed in orgasm as waves hit her like a bus. She giggled again and backed off of his chest and got off the bed. He heard her open a drawer and close it. Wondering what she took, only to find out what it was by feeling a feather tickling the underside of his cock. He jerked and twitched trying to get away from the teasing feel of the feather that sent him stings of pleasure that made him need more than just that light touch. "Please, please Melanie. Let me fuck you please!" "Hehe I figured you'd hold out longer than that Jeremy. I'm very disappointed in you." She said in mock disappointment. "I'm just gonna have to punish you aren't I?" She took hold of his hard thick meat and furiously jerked him off. He was moaning so loud it was almost screams. He was about to climax and she let go and backed away. He was still thrusting at nothing in frustration as the climax disappeared before it could be fulfilled. She waited a few minutes until repeating the same procedure about 3 more times. By now he was whimpering and begging to cum. "Well, since you were such a good boy with eating me out I think I could be nice and release you" She knelt on the bed again between his legs and he gasped as he felt her warm wet mouth envelope his awaiting dick. She was able to go down all the way to the base and came up again slowly. Doing this over and over again slowly. He groaned at the feeling and wanted more but wouldn't rush her for fearing she might stop. Her pace quickened and he got closer to cumming. He felt her tongue swirl around his head every time she came up and felt his balls touch her chin when she went down. He was getting closer and closer and yelled out to her he was about to cum and then...nothing. She had stopped and was laughing, laughing at him. "Did you really think I'd let you cum that easy? Ha! I haven't gotten all my use out of you yet. But soon I promise dear." He felt her put a cream on his dick and massaged it in and he groaned and thrusted to her touch. More and more he began to lose feeling. She had put a numbing cream on him but he was still hard as a rock. She untied the blindfold and he saw her standing over him. He watched her as she lowered herself onto his dick all the way until he was all the way inside her and she was fully straddling him. He knew he should feel her there but felt nothing and groaned in frustration. She began to grind on him and began moaning and pleasing herself with him numb member like he was her personal sex toy. He thrusted back at her against her thrusts so that he went in her as far as he could each time. Soon her body wracked with a mind blowing orgasm and she screamed his name as she came. That alone made him moan in return. He began to regain the feeling in his dick and she knew he was. He began fucking her from under her and she was fucking him back. He was getting closer and closer and she was rounding up to another mind blowing orgasm. "Unh! Fuck! Jeremy! Cum for me baby, I'm gonna cum too!" within minutes she came screaming his name once more as he blew his hot load in her so hard he felt dizzy. She collapsed on his chest and kissed him on the neck. She got up and untied him and laid there with him, both naked. "Second date?" "Definitely!" Cocktease Backfired Christy Hammond sat with her other various girlfriends at The Lounge, a local campus dive bar, as she looked over the crowd. She was never actually on the prowl, but always gave that impression. Hey it helped get guys to buy her and her friends drinks. She was in her second semester of her freshman year and was already on many people's list of most wanted co-eds, and had humiliated many men on campus that thought they could be in her league, from the star wide receiver to one of the TA's in Calculus. It was a long chain of humiliation and blackmail. She was the campus cocktease, and that's all she did plan on doing, teasing. She was the beauty and brains of her little clique, in heels she was 6 foot, her body long and lithe with legs that went on forever. Her red hair was long and silky. She had it up in a ponytail that still went down to the middle of her back. Christy's tits and ass were firm and proportionate. They weren't small, but they didn't jut out obscenely, unless she wanted them to. She actually wasn't too experienced. She had given a couple of blowjobs and handjobs in high school, and used that limited experience to be able to talk a good game in college. "Why don't you do to Terrell what you do to all of the nerds that try to get with you?" Her friend Julie said, "It could stop him from making you look bad in Women's studies." "Besides," Becky, the brunette of the group popped in, "Imagine his embarrassment when you have evidence of him being gay." Christy knew what they were talking about. In every other class she heard about Terrell in, he was quiet and in the background. In Woman's Studies, you would think with him being one of two guys in the class the whole class could gang up on him when he did speak. Instead he dodged and parried every ones words, and poked back. She never heard of him going out, and really never seen him do much of anything outside of the various courses. She didn't see him at parties, but then he was of a geek. "It's sad he's an asshole, because he could be cute if he actually had a makeover," Becky continued interrupting Christy's thoughts and Becky sighed. "Awww, Becky does have a crush on the geek?" Julie teased. "No, I just think people need to learn that style is a good thing, and that wearing cargo pants and a t-shirt to class all the time isn't stylish. He could also grow some hair instead of shaving his head all the time. Only black guys can pull the bald look off right." Christy downed the rest of her drink, "Okay I'm going to do it. Meet me at the sorority house, I'll show you the pictures that we can laugh at later." The girls laughed. They always liked the stories that Christy told, especially if there were pictures. Christy got up. She flirted and smiled to various guys as she got out the door. She wasn't all for the humiliation, just to get enough sugar daddies to get her way through college. Compliment a nerd here and you might get a report written. Rub up against the right dealer and you could score some free E. Cry to the right jock and that same dealer would get the shit kicked out of him. She never promised anything and people really weren't worthy on the scope. When she did do anything in college it was testing the waters to see if the guy would help her get ahead after college, either by being rich or having the vibes of total success, but most of those puttered out when they couldn't last in her hand longer then 5 seconds. That just wasn't going to do for her. She stood before Terrell's dorm room. She looked herself up and down and knew she was hot. She wore knee high leather boots, a barely there short pink pleated skirt with booty shorts under it. The blouse she wore was low cut and tight, pushing up her cleavage. She kept her cell phone at her belt for easy access, mostly to take camera pictures with. She put her hand up and breathed into it. It had just enough of a scent of alcohol to make him think she was toasted. She was ready as she'll ever be as she knocked on the door to the room. The door opened at Terrell stood there. They were eye level when she was wearing heels, and a part of her was glad she did wear the heels since it gave her more of a domineering advantage, "Terrell! Hi there!" "What do you want?" he questioned raising a brow. He was, as usual, wearing a t-shirt and loose cargo pants. "Is that how you treat all the ladies that come to your door?" she smiled a winning smile. "Only the ones that have the reputation you do," he countered. This wasn't going to be easy she thought, but kept the smile. "Can I come in?" she said squeezing herself in uninvited, making sure to press her body firmly against his as she did so, giving him the opportunity to take in her scent. "Well I guess you can," he said, mostly stating the obvious that she didn't even wait for him to answer, "Now what do you want?" "What do you do in here all the time?" She asked, talking to him very closely. She didn't really care, it was the banter to get him going. "I study. I sleep. I eat. If that's all you wanted to know then you can leave." "Awww, all work and no play does make Terrell a dull boy," she said as she whipped her head around quickly, smacking him with her long ponytail. She looked around the room. There was a computer, a bed, a mini fridge. She didn't see one form of decoration through the room. Anyone else had something she could play off of to get them going. "Unlike you, I don't play games, I'm serious about my education," he claimed as she walked over to his fridge and bent down, showing her firm ass and looked into the fridge. "What do you have to drink, I'll mix us up something?" She saw Red Bull, Vitamin Water, Juices, but nothing alcoholic. She felt his eyes on her and turned her head to look at him. His small penis was probably already tenting up. A lot of guys played this game before and proved to have dicks the size of her pinky. "I don't drink, I'm here to study and get the fuck out," he said. She wasn't sure if he was talking about getting out of college or letting her know to get out, so she played dumb again. "Look Terrell," she said walking back over to him and running her hands over his chest,"I just want to have a bit of fun tonight with a serious guy, one that has there priorities straight and isn't looking for an easy score. Maybe you could tutor me on how your mind works, especially in the Woman's Studies class. You are very outspoken there." "Cause I actually read the text book and have original thought," he said a bit coldly. He didn't even move as she touched him and a lot of guys were squirming. She'd have to use more severe measures. "Maybe we could help each other out?" she whispered at him. "How?" he asked. He said it with an arrogant laughter underneath it. It pissed her off. "I'll show you," she got down on her knees and unbuttoned his pants and unzipped. She reached for her camera but was fell to the floor as the beast in his pants flopped down and hit her on the forehead. "Holy shit!" she shouted and backed up a bit. It was huge. It was still a bit soft and it was growing. Her body felt a twinge of fear throughout. "I'll show you," he sneered, "Then show me you little cocktease." He leaned back against the door blocking her exit. She looked at him like a deer caught in headlights. He grabbed his cock and waved it in front of her. "Okay I'm sorry, I was joking, I didn't expect..." "You didn't expect what little girl?" he said looking down at her, "That I wasn't going to be your typical attempt at humiliation?" "No I..." "All work and no play does make Terrell a dull boy, but Terrell also gets pissed off when his work is interrupted. You came and interrupted, and now you're going to finish what you started," it kept growing and growing in front of her. "But..." "You have a choice, you can get through this the hard way or the easy way, and trust me, you won't like the hard way." She tentatively reached out and attempted to wrap her hand around his cock. It wouldn't go all the way around as she yanked at it a bit. Maybe a handjob will get her out of the situation. She looked up at him in a bit of fear as she ran her fingers over the head of his cock and down the shaft. He beat the usual five seconds. She thought he might have finally finished growing. It had to be almost a foot long but she didn't dare ask. "You're going to have to do more then that," he said looking down with her, "Suck it." "It won't fit!" she cried out, "I know it!" "Oh poor baby! You should have thought about that before you started trying to tease me." "If I suck your cock can I leave?" She asked. "You'll leave when I'm done with you," he said. She started to tear up, "I'm afraid." "That's the first honest thing you said all night," he said, "But sometimes you have to learn lessons the hard way, and this will be the hard way." "Just head okay, I'm a virgin." "You should have thought about that too," he said grinning wickedly, "Now suck my cock." She closed her eyes and started to lick his shaft. She had to try to get him to shoot off and get things over with. She felt him reach over her back and flip her skirt up, reaching into her booty shorts. "I didn't say that you could..." "I didn't say that you could talk while you are sucking my cock either did I?" he said. She took the head into her mouth and the head stretched her lips wide. She gagged and choked as it pushed up at her throat. She licked and sucked at the head of his cock, keeping her eyes closed, a part of her feeling shameful for starting to get a bit wet from this, but he didn't have to know that. A few moments of this she heard something drop, and she looked up at him, taking the cock out of her mouth long enough to spit on it and run her hand over it, "Are you going to get off soon? My jaw is getting tired." "Not with your abilities," he said, "get on the bed." "Why?" "Don't fucking question me, get on the fucking bed on your hands and knees." "But I..." She was interrupted with a slap from his cock to her face, "Hey that's rude!" To which he responded with another slap to her other cheek. She got up and headed over to the bed, "What are you going to do to me?" "You keep asking questions, so you'll have to take things the hard way." He flipped over her skirt and pulled down her booty shorts down to her knees. "You're not going to...OW!" she cried as a hand firmly slapped her ass. "You're going to learn that you aren't going to get your way," he smacked her ass again, "all the time." He continued to spank her ass, causing her to exclaim with each swat. Her ass was burning red as she started crying, and then she felt a finger running over the length of her slit. "What are you do..." she was interrupted by another swat on her ass, and then she felt a finger enter her. "Oh god," she cried as she felt the finger side into her. She was getting extremely wet and she didn't like that. She had no control over the situation as she closed her eyes to try to make the whole situation go differently, but her body started to betray her by pressing her ass back against his finger. He then slipped another finger inside of her. "Ow! That hurts! You're stretching me!" "Better to stretch you out a bit now then," he said as he started to spread his fingers inside of her and twist his fingers. "OH fuck!" she whimpered, as her ass started to thrust back to his hand, "I don't want this. I don't I don't I..." He then pinched at her clit with his other hand and her brain and body exploded, "Fucking Christ!" she cried out, tears coming from her eyes as her body betrayed her in orgasm. He kept twisting and fucking her pussy with fingers, her hair started thrashing every which way as her breathing got rapid. Her body kept twitching as little fireworks continued to be set off in her body. Her brain was dazed and confused in pleasure. Then she felt it. A heat that covered her whole clit as it rubbed up against her slit. "Oh god, you don't have to do that do you? Oh god..." she felt him slap her ass again. "I'm going to get off, and if your mouth and hand can't do it, I'm going to only way you are going to do it." "Please anything but that..." "Okay so I'll fuck your ass." "NO! I won't be able to sit again if you do that." "Ass or pussy, you're lucky I'm giving you a fucking choice instead of just ramming it." "I'm sorry, I'll do anything...OH MY GOD!" she was interrupted as she felt the head of his cock stretching her pussy, "It's fucking splitting me in two!" He responded with a groan as she felt him slowly start to fill her up. She slapped and beat the bed below her, screaming in pain, "Yeah, fight it, it's just going to make me harder." He grabbed her hips and pulled her forcefully onto his cock, busting through her hymen. She felt impaled, hurt, and bleeding on his cock as she started to cry. "It hurts! It hurts!" she shouted, "oh fuck it hurts!" "It always hurts the first time!" he roared, "Take it Christy." He then started to fuck her. It felt like he was trying to bang into her ovaries. She felt this long tube of manmeat just running back and forth inside of her wet cavity, stretching and tearing into her, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh god it hurts!" She felt him grab her ponytail and pull her head back. He reached with his other hand and popped one of her tits out of her blouse and pinched and tugged at her nipple. All the pulling, pinching, and the phallus up her cunt started sending her into a frenzy as she attempted to start to fuck back, and lowered her voice. "Oh please, fuck me, fuck me please," she whispered. "Say my name bitch." "Terrell, please, fuck me," she said. He removed his hand from her tit and slapped her ass. "Louder, scream it, say it like you fucking mean it." "Oh fuck Terrell! Just fuck me! Please! Oh god, fuck me!" she cried out as she felt her body convulse and she flopped down on the bed as far as she could without feeling like her hair was getting ripped out of her skull. Her pussy started to squeeze his cock in an orgasm as she cried and clawed and screamed in pleasure that was overwhelming the pain. "Now it's my turn to fucking cum," he said. He pressed her ass and body down on the bed and laid down on top of her back and really hammered into her. Her clit rubbed against the sheets as he pounded her from behind, pushing her along the bed as she thrusted back up at him trying to push him off because of the intense pleasure she was feeling was overwhelming her , he leaned down and took a bite out of her neck, her head starting to bang against the wall and it hit her. "Oh god, don't cum in me, I'm not safe!" "Louder bitch I can't hear you," he said gasping for breath. "Don't cum in me! Please god! Don't cum in me!" He pulled out completely, and a part of her missed it, but at the same time she felt relieved. He flipped her over on her back and climbed up her mostly clothed body. "Open your fucking mouth," he said and she didn't question as he started to fire at her. He shot off like a geyser. Cum flew everywhere, on her shirt, on her tits, over her neck, one shot hit her right in the eye then right between the eyes. She cried out in pain as she felt his cockhead go into her mouth and more went directly on her tongue, "Suck the cum out of my cock like a good girl, bitch." She sucked and licked and swallowed at the head of the cock. He pulled out of her mouth, got up, and zipped up. She stayed still a bit, out of breath, not wanting to go off and open her eyes in case more cum went in them, "Can I have a towel or something?" "In a minute." He said. She heard him rummaging and then nothing for a moment, before putting a few napkins in her hand. "Get on the fucking pill. Be back next week for tutoring." "What makes you think I'll be coming back?" "The pictures that I took using your own phone, granted everyone on this floor probably heard you getting slammed by me, but it's insurance." "I can delete them off of my phone." "You can't delete them off my own hard drive. They would be a laugh in class, especially when the other women rant about how porn is demeaning." He smirked. "You wouldn't!" "Get on the pill, come here next week. I have to make sure you're still in your proper place." "You're not going to tell anyone are you?" "The only people that are going to know that you got the shit fucked out of you are the ones that may have heard you screaming my name. They won't hear anything from me, unless you don't come back next week. I'm done, get to stepping." She looked down at herself, she was still a mess. She wanted to go off and smack him. She never felt this sore in her life. She cleaned off her face as well as she could in the nearest bathroom, verbally telling herself that she wouldn't be back. Yet the sick feeling in her gut told her that she would be there next week.