2 comments/ 40686 views/ 5 favorites Hotel Valencia By: boudin5 We met in a public place, a Starbucks that I visited regularly. Waiting in line, I noticed her and I liked her hair (not to mention her legs!). Gotta say something. I come toward her and ask: "S'cuse me, but I'm trying to get the waiter's attention here and I've forgotten how to whistle, can you help?" And she says: "Oh that's easy, you just put your lips together... and blow." At that point I seem to lose concentration and fidget around not knowing where to look. Feeling her steely unrelenting gaze upon me, I become even more uneasy and can't help wanting to look at her legs, hips, arms, neck, anything..... anything but her face, that'd be too much... So I go on glancing furtively for whatever I can get, when to my extreme embarrassment I notice an uncomfortable bulge growing in my pants. I reel around for some way to hide, and to make matters worse, I see she is still looking at me. This realization propels the bulge into an uncontrolled rocket, and now I'm in definite pain - emotionally as well as physically. By the time I'm ready to give up all dignity and look straight at her while having a no hands orgasm, she comes forward saying: "Hey I'm not that comfortable here either, ya wanna try that whistle and catch a cab?" "Why yes ma'am, I think that'd be a splendid idea." says I. We exit Starbuck's and head toward the busy intersection. With her standing there waving for a ride, it was easy to get noticed, and within seconds a yellow cab pulled up. Climbing into the taxi I hear her say, "Hotel Valencia" and somehow I know I'm in good hands. In the cab, slipping down the Boulevard, I went on trying to sneak a glance here and there... Her hips, her calves and ankles, her shoulders bare in a thin summer dress, her skin so lovely. She took out a Sherman or one of those European cigarrettes and calmly looked at me. I snapped to, and fumbled for my lighter, saying: "So we're going to the Valencia... is that where you're.....?" "Yes dear, I want you to come have a drink with me. I've got an idea we should talk over." Wondering, I lit hers then my own as she continued: "You see, I'm involved in a very elaborate project, something quite unusual. And I need to find the right person. Someone with...shall we say, the proper 'creativity skills'..." "Is this a job interview?" I blurted. "In a way, but it won't be like any job you've ever heard about. Nor will there be any salary... but I'm sure you won't mind. If you're selected, that is..." "What kind of project is it?" "Maybe 'project' was the wrong word. It's impossible to describe it adequately with one word... You just relax, pay attention, and I'll tell you all about it." As my mind reeled with questions, I couldn't avoid the feeling of being enveloped. She had such an air of confidence and control. She was mature, sexy, and carried herself with style and grace. Worldly, experienced, she seemed to know exactly what she wanted. I wondered if she had any idea of just how attracted I was. Over the years I had developed this particular affinity. Gradually the young 'barbie' types had become less and less interesting, as fascination or appeal for the 'mature' grew and grew. Now at this point in my life I had a complete erotic fixation. How did she know? The car pulled up to the hotel, she paid the cabby and we strolled thru the lobby on up to the mezzanine lounge. I felt like a school kid. It was thrilling to say the least, sitting at a private corner of the bar with this gorgeous, fancy dame. Anticipation of impending adventures reached a fever pitch. I tried to act calm, looking over the rather extensive drink menu. "This is a good place, order anything you want," she said. "I want you fully relaxed and open for what's in store this evening." The bartender took our orders. I had my heart set on a Tanqueray-10 martini, she named some exclusive liquor I'd never heard of. We got our drinks, toasted to 'creativity' and she began to explain: "I've been watching you longer than you think...and I know some things about you." "Oh great. -You're a stalker?" "No, just careful...maybe a bit picky. I have to be selective when contemplating such...well, intimate encounters." "Oh really!?" "Yes really. I'm going to ask that you keep an open mind, and be able to give your total devotion to the task required of you," she said with that same intense, steely gaze. "I know you can do it, if you will follow my instructions and just give it your all." "Well I won't argue that." I grinned shyly. She stood up from the barstool, and in doing so, brushed the front of her body firmly against me. She had a sexy animal scent. For a moment I was close enough to kiss her neck. The bulge in my pants was coming back with a vengence. "Just a minute...gotta visit the powder room." Upon returning she walked slowly closer as if part of a dance, then staring directly into my eyes she swiveled back on to the chair, only this time with her knees apart. I catch a glimpse, and to my total amazement - she is not wearing panties!!! "Maybe this is what you're lookin' for... hmmmmm?" she says, casually pulling the pink silk undies from her purse and stuffing them into my shirt pocket. "You may keep them as a souvenir...enjoy. Probably pretty ripe, I've been wearing them since yesterday morning..." I blushed. Didn't know where to look nor how to act. "Meanwhile, I think it's time we adjourn to my suite...where we can continue this intellectual discussion - in private." With trembling knees and aching loins I followed her to the elevator, taking it one step at a time. In the elevator she pressed 19th floor. After a brief silence which seemed way too long, I asked: "Why me?" "Because you fit the demographic, silly!...as I said, I've been studying you for quite some time. Your internet browsing history, your age group, personal affairs and such - all served to qualify you as a likely prospect." She paused as if observing my reaction. "Then it was easy to ensure a meeting...all I had to do was go to Starbuck's any weekday at around 5pm." "How did you know I'd come over and say something..?" "Ah now, that's a secret of the feminine kind.....perhaps you'll learn it someday." "Well I know one thing... you must be attracted to me in some way, probably have erotic adventures in mind - And I do admit I'm feelin' lucky." "Oh, lucky you are, sweet boy! However, I must caution you... this will not be like any experience you're familiar with - it will be very demanding. In the first place, you will have to pass inspection... then even if you do, the task will be great. My advice to you is to leave your ego at the door, and meet the challenge head on. I can be a real martinet at times, and the main objective here is my own selfish gratification... But if I am pleased with your performance, and if I see fit, I guarantee you rewards beyond your wildest dreams." Her eyes sparkled as she said this. She winked slyly and pinched me with a giggle. It hurt and thrilled me at the same time. 'Ding' - the elevator stopped at 19, we headed down the corridor to the Executive Suite. "Room 1943, that's the year I was born," she said, pushing the door open. "I'm sixty two... does that scare you, or turn you on?" "A little of both." I swallowed, looking around. "Nice pad... this where you do your dirty work..?" "Har har!... Yes, some may think it dirty. Sanctimonious morons - but you and I know better." She moved over to the desk, laying down her purse and picking up an official looking file folder and a clipboard. "Before we go any further, I must have you sign a release..... Not to worry, it's just a formality - to be sure everything is legal and consentual." I looked over the document, a standard contract for the purpose of verifying mutual consent. General agreement, no details. The letterhead had her business logo, and for the first time I learned her name - Diana Finch-Hatton. "Never knew anybody with a hyphenated name... You rich..?" "Let's just say I don't have to worry... But I do have to be discreet. Now, are you gonna sign or not?" I pondered, trying to be cautious. But the whole thing sounded so preposterous, so outrageously fun... Besides, at this point I would've done most anything to be with this woman. Feigning reluctance I scribbled my name. "Very good then. Now let's get to your physical exam.." "Me, doctor??" I recited dramatically. "Oh you are a card!" she laughed, "No, ME doctor, YOU patient." "Just step over here and remove all your clothes, please." She then disappeared into a large expansive bathroom area. I could hear water running and what sounded like medical equipment being gathered and shuffled around. "I'll be a minute... when you're finished undressing you can wait by the exam table - okay, hon'..?" The table was the real thing. Recline-adjustable, and fully outfitted with stirrups, restraints, as well as attachments I didn't recognize. I sat down on the paper cover (just like the doctor's office) and waited pensively, trying to conceal my excitement. She came out wearing a nurses apron tied around her dress, carrying a large doctors bag and some other items which she set on a medical cart nearby. I couldn't forget the fact she had nothing on underneath that flimsy summer dress. While I was sitting on the table, she did the routine taking of my vital signs - blood pressure, heart rate, ears, nose, eyes, reflexes, etc. Then it was over to the scale for height and weight. As I stood there with her taking careful readings, I felt very naked - exposed and vulnerable. "Okay, now I want you to stand facing the table, spread your feet apart, and bend forward... that's it, rest your arms on the table." I did as I was told but oh my God, she was putting on a surgical glove and reaching for the K-Y jelly! "It's most important that I check your prostate...to see what condition it's in..." she stated, "I'll be as gentle as I can...just relax." "Tell me if anything hurts, okay?" With that, she applied a generous glop of lube and began to insert first one, then two fingers into my puckered rectum. I breathed a sigh trying to relax, but it was all happening so fast. In spite of my extreme embarassment, it felt really good. She knew just where to apply the pressure. Sensuously probing way in deep, then pressing a fingertip firmly on the gland, she moved slowly back for the entire length, as if squeezing a toothpaste tube. Back and forth, out and in, several times. It made me feel like I was going to ejaculate. Yet I didn't even have a full hard-on, nor was anything touching 'Mr. Happy'. It felt so wonderful, I found myself inadvertently thrusting my hips back toward her hand, the better to receive this rude invasion. I was lost in a dream, mindlessly panting as droplets of clear fluid fell from the tip of my half swollen member. But it all ended too soon when she matter of factly removed her fingers and snapped off the glove, saying: "Mm-hmm, seems to be in pretty good shape..." in a sing-songy tone of voice. Then with a loud slap to my bottom, "Turn around, let's see whatcha got!" The exposed and vulnerable feeling instantly went up by a factor of ten. I could barely bring myself to face the situation - knowing that she was about to calmly, clinically, assess my precious package. And that's exactly what she did as I leaned back against the table, my face turned to the side looking straight at the floor, and my privates mere inches from her eyes. With a matronly gaze that reminded me of the school nurse in seventh grade, she deftly circled her thumb and forefinger around my scrotum above the balls. She squeezed and rolled each testicle in the palm of her hand, feeling the size and weight. This went on for some time, then she went back to the circle grip, tightening and pulling down. "We want to keep the sac as loose as possible and the balls hanging low," she explained, "It helps retard the impulse to orgasm..... plus, I prefer seeing them - all engorged and tender like that.." She reached into a drawer and found a small leather strap. About five inches in length, it had metal snaps on the ends. "This will be your formal collar for the evening, I think you'll find it quite comfortable." Snapping it around the neck of my ballsac, she gave me a pat and said, "There!" It was a very snug fit, but not enough to cut off circulation. I looked down and confirmed my suspicion - 'old purple head' was standing at full attention. She noticed my embarassment as I was forced to stand there with full erection in view, but paid it no mind. Gently cupping the newly collared scrotum and looking me in the eye, she said: "Comfy?" "Well um, it doesn't exactly hurt..." "Good. This is just the first step in the procedure... After you've become more accustomed and your sac is more relaxed, I'm going to replace this collar with a much wider band..." "Wider..?" I trembled. "Oh don't worry, we won't do that until you're ready... It's got foam padding, I'm sure you'll like... For now just concentrate on your arousal... We both see that...there's no use hiding it." "That's for sure." I mumbled, both of us staring intently at this blue-veined throbber pointed at the ceiling. "Which brings us to the whole reason for this session," she asserted, "your training..." "Training?" "Yes... tutelage, or coaching. You see, most all men need to develop their skills in the bedroom... more precisely, to attain better control, through discipline..." She paused letting it sink in, then continued: "What I am going to do is assist you in gaining control of your orgasms - to teach you how to govern the ejaculation impulse. This I will do by guiding you thru the stages of a strict physical program. Each stage may seem difficult, even frustrating at first, but as the process is repeated, your cells, your system, your entire body will achieve a newfound strength." Squeezing my balls and lightly stroking my hard-on, she chortled: "Perhaps you will even master this little bad boy, and use it for the good of all womankind." "Okay, when do we start?" I blurted. "You see there? We've already started dear boy, and so soon you're thinking it's time for a good spurt! - No no, Toddy... many a mile before we're ready for that." I gulped, not knowing how to act. "And don't think I'm failing to notice these little drops of precum indicating you're on final approach... I always know exactly how far along you are." My cock twitched, and she went on: "It's time to introduce you to a devilish little appliance, fondly known as the 'Groom's Girdle'..." She pulled out a small, flesh colored latex hood which looked like a ski-cap about the size of a penis head or maybe slightly larger. It had two inflation bulb attachments which she snapped into place. My dick twitched again. "A nice little hat for Mr. Happy," she giggled, as she proceeded to fit the device over my swollen purple head - a helmet on a helmet. The bottom edge of the device flipped snugly over the ridge of my corona, and she began pumping one of the inflation bulbs. "This is expanding an air-tube ring which is designed to hold it in place," she explained, "Then we blow up the inner balloon, which will squeeze the head of your penis down as small as it will go, leaving the shaft (or corpus cavernosa) fully engorged." Pft pft pft - she pumped gingerly. It felt extremely tight, but not at all painful. "An elegant instrument, you must aggree," she mused, "By compressing the spongy tissue of the head, it makes orgasm nearly impossible and yet the erection remains... given adequate stimulation, of course." With the device fully inflated, she unsnapped the bulbs and began stroking my rigid shaft in earnest. I slumped back on my elbows, closed my eyes, and felt like an over ripe gourd about ready to burst. --- to be continued --- Hotel Valencia Ch. 02 I should mention that with all her stroking and handling me, she did not use lube of any kind. Instead she applied liberal quantities of talc (actually cornstarch) to everything involved. She had a large container on the table, and would dip her hand in it before and during any procedure. "It's less messy." she told me. I liked the feel. Made a note to self: "get some Kingsford's next grocery run." She went on explaining what she was doing as she continued to jack me off. "If you'll notice, the very top of the device has a hole... see there?" I didn't want to bother, but I glanced down and grunted "Uuh yeah." "The 'groom's girdle' as I call it, has that little vent as a safety... in case of any accidental spurting." Some more powder, more fondling and then, "Oh my, I almost forgot! we're gonna need to secure your hands and feet, so you don't thrash about inadvertently... We don't want any injuries, now do we?" With that, she brought out two sturdy velcro ties and proceeded to fasten one around my ankles, and the other around my arms behind me. "Is this really necessary?" I muttered, "You know I wanna cooperate." "I know, sweetie. It's just a precaution for your own safety, should you get carried away and lose control... Plus, in order to get the best results, you can't be allowed to touch yourself. Okay hon?" "Okay." She went back to stroking and I leaned my head back, eyes closed, feeling all these incredible sensations. My whole body was starting to tremble as tingling thrills surged up and down my spine. My dick was getting so hard it felt like it might break if she tried to bend it. Blue veins stood out firmly up and down the shaft but she just went on stroking and rubbing. Fast then slow, squeezing hard then softly, all in a strange unpredictable rhythm. All the while, the cap was firmly installed to my dick-head. Presumably, it was to prevent or delay orgasm by squeezing the sponge-like tissue down to the smallest size possible. This stroking went on relentlessly for several long minutes, during which she would point my shaft in different directions, pulling it sideways or down as far as it could go, then letting it snap back with an audible slap to my belly. "Ouch!" "Now now sweet boy, a little pain is sometimes necessary... I'm sure you can take it." All I could utter was a muffled "Mmph." as I realized this was becoming more than 'a little pain'... By now the friction was starting to chafe my tender skin, and the swelling of my hard-on just plain hurt. Moments of pain followed by intermittent bouts of pure carnal enjoyment. Gentle caressing alternated with rough manhandling. Within a few seconds, I would go from delicious erotic excitement to over-stimulated irritation which prevented any thought of orgasm. She also would grab my scrotum, circling the neck with thumb & forefinger, then pull down firmly. Stretching my balls to the limit, she'd pull down hard, hold, then let up, all in a series of rhythmic yanks which seemed to be part of some additional procedure. This felt good, to a point. When she tugged down really hard, the pain was alarming, but just as I felt I couldn't take anymore, she would let up and continue the up & down squeezing motion. That's what felt good. So good in fact, it brought me closer and closer to orgasm. At one point when I felt like I was right on the brink, she just stopped. Let go her hands and stepped back to watch as I squirmed. "Wha--" I grumbled, actually wanting her to continue. "I think it's time to free you from the little helmet and start the next phase." While she was removing it, I thought to myself, "Hope it's not gonna hurt as much as the last part." Then as if she could read my mind, she said, "This won't be nearly so painful, but, you will surely find it to be quite demanding." I twitched, visibly. "I'm confident you will stand up to the challenge, honey. Now just relax, breathe easy, and know you're in good hands." As I stood leaning against the table with hands & feet tied, my cock twitched and bobbed up and down intensely, thoroughly of its own volition. She paid attention to this with great delight. "Now that's what I call a wanton display of sexual excitement!" she laughed. "You see there? Blatant evidence of extreme arousal, and you haven't even seen me naked yet... Well, play your cards right, and you just might get the chance." She proceeded to remove the device, place it on the table, then went back to applying powder and manhandling me. My boner was starting to droop at this point, but she didn't seem to mind. She also removed the leather collar from my balls, saying, "It's time for the 'weights'... I'm going to start you on a gradually increasing series of heavy rings around your scrotum." I remembered she had mentioned something 'wider', I guess this was it. She went to a drawer and brought out some small boxes. "We're going to install this one first, it's not the lightest in my set, it weighs one pound, but I think it'll be just right for you." She took it out and showed it to me. I saw a gleaming silvery metal ring, about 3/4 of an inch thick. Basically two pieces which fastened together with a set-screw. It looked to be heavy. "Putting it on is a bit tricky, but once we do, I think you'll find it quite comfy... the inside diameter is perfect for your sac." I wondered how did she know the diameter of my sac. She came forward and matter-of-factly circled my balls with thumb & finger, pulled down, stretching the scrotum and placed the two halves together around the 'neck' of my sac. Then it was just a matter of tightening the screw to hold both halves together. For me, a little hair pull and/or a quick pinch here and there, but besides that I was fine. "There, how's that-?" she said, standing back. It felt amazingly good. "Fine." I admitted. "Excellent!" She was obviously pleased, and so went on to explain, "I like a man's balls to hang low outside the body... so much easier to grab and fondle. I love to hold them and roll 'em around in my hand like marbles." Lifting mine she started doing just that. "This ball-weight program will train your scrotum to relax and let those marbles hang loose." She pulled the ring gently downward. "Ideally, a sort of cellular memory is formed, and your delicious eggs will hang that way naturally." I wondered if this would really work on me. I've always liked it when my balls were hanging loose, but in the past every time I got horny they would retreat back up into the body, as my scrotum puckered tightly like a prune. "Nowthen," she said in an official tone, "to begin the second phase of your training, we need to apply stimulation and pressure on your prostate." I winced. "Oh don't worry, I'm sure you'll enjoy it... a bit challenging at first, but the results will be well worth it." she asserted. With that, she opened another drawer containing a collection of all sorts of insertable items. Butt-plugs, dildos, vibrators, in every size and description. Plus many devices that I didn't recognize. I shuddered. "We will need to widen your hole... by inserting bigger and bigger plugs, we'll gradually increase your 'stretchability'... and thus, the size of what you can take." I flinched visibly, thinking about it, but she reassured, "Now trust me sweet boy, all men love prostate massage if it's done right... and I know what I'm doing." I relaxed a bit, she said "Good." as she snapped on rubber gloves and went about lubing up my butt hole. The feeling was indescribably erotic as she probed me. First one finger, then two, then three, wiggling, twisting and undulating while exploring my forbidden zone. My erection grew in spite of this grueling procedure, and in a matter of seconds I was rock hard, dripping precum. "Feel good? hmm? ... I know it does, sweetie." Then removing her fingers she said, "Now let's see... which one of these bad boys should I put in you..?" Rummaging through the drawer, she got an excited expression and said, "Ah-Hah!" as she picked up an excessively large butt-plug. It was dark blue in color and appeared to be 3 inches in diameter at the widest point. The tip which was slanted and only about an inch wide, gradually increased to the full three inches before tapering down to the 'neck' at the base. At the very bottom was a flat platform to prevent the plug from slipping all the way in and getting lost in the colon. I shuddered, wondering how I could possibly take it. Privately, I liked ass-play and owned a few toys, but never anything close to this. "Okay now just relax..." she said softly and brushed her hands under my balls. I felt a little uneasiness, knowing that this monster was surely gonna go all up in me. But then managed to calm down a bit by thinking of how good her fingers had felt. My god, she had all four fingers up my ass and I was loving it! After applying some lube, she began gently pushing the tip at my butt-hole. Sweetly and lovingly she caressed all around my puckered entrance until she knew I was ready, then started firmly pushing at the target. With unyielding resolve she pressed, slowly and relentlessly urging my sphincter to accept this soft invader. "That's good, you're doin' great... give it a little squeeze if you can, baby." My ass opened wider & wider as it went in deeper & deeper. When it was almost half way in, I knew I was in for some pain. It hurt pretty bad, but the pain came in waves, one minute unbearable, the next, fairly tolerable. She persisted with total determination, and I became fearful of serious injury. Possibly the muscle tissues could be torn. Then just about the time I was gonna yell "Stop!" the dark blue mammoth slipped past the portal and was completely in. My sphincter was now at ease, wrapped comfortably around this beast. "There we go honey! now wasn't that worth the effort?" she looked at my expression and said, "I thought so!" My boner had deflated to half-mast, but now with the thing nicely in me, and with this gorgeous lady looking on with glee, I started to feel tingling sensations arising. She strutted back and forth as if appraising my predicament. I could see she was greatly pleased. I was here for her amusement. And I had no problem with that - on the contrary. I love it when two people get off on each other for their own selfish gratification. I started to swoon, but then let my attention come back to this elegant woman in front of me and the spectacular setting I had lucked into. She had me totally under her control, and was going to push my limits like I'd never before experienced. I knew I would probably orgasm like never before. Plus, at the same time she would be using me for her own self-indulgent recreation, and probably orgasm so many times we'd both lose count. ---Sweet. My cock started throbbing of it's own accord. She moved close to me, lightly touching her lips to my ear. I wanted so bad to grab her and feel her but my arms were still securely tied. She brushed her hands up and down my body, pausing at the genitals, all the while putting her face close enough to inhale my scent. I could smell her scent as well. With a quick dip of the talc, she grabbed my twitching boner, and with her other hand reached around behind me to the butt-plug. Looking me in the eye, she began to wiggle the plug back & forth and around in circles. Gently at first, then firmly at odd intervals. A tingling rush spread from deep inside my ass. My whole body started twitching. I knew my prostate was being manipulated by an expert. Waves of pure erotic ecstasy engulfed me as she jiggled the anal intruder. And all the while she continued to stroke my throbbing boner. As her ministrations got more intense, so did my fevered state of arousal. I kicked my legs and bucked my hips compulsively. Whenever she sensed I was getting close to orgasm she stopped and watched my dick as it bobbed up & down. At these moments she would pull downward on the ball-weight and squeeze firmly on my swollen purple head. Then it was back to deliberate stimulation. Words cannot describe how good it felt. With my ball-sac loose & low, the huge plug all up in me, the gentle massage on my cock, I was totally at the mercy of this gorgeous woman. I was being forced to submit, yet I wanted it at the same time. God how I wanted to come, but that wasn't gonna happen until she allowed it. The sensations were overwhelming. I reached a point where it no longer mattered to me if I climaxed or not. All that really mattered was this delicious feeling, and I wanted it to go on forever. Delirious, I started babbling muddled phrases in a vain attempt to express my excitement. She giggled and said, "Hmm? What's that honey? - I didn't catch that. Say again?" taking great pleasure as I squirmed. She carried on with the edging procedure and I went on bucking & squirming in total ecstatic frustration. This continued for at least 15 minutes. My excitement ramped higher & higher until I felt unable to take anymore. And that pushed me into uncontrolled hysteria. I was now in a different state of consciousness. I stopped thrashing. All I could do was take it all in. My perception was focused. I saw and felt everything with amazing clarity, and I no longer was trying to avoid discomfort. No striving, no frustration, I was able to abide in this moment, trembling at the peak of arousal. My breathing relaxed to a steady rhythm. "That's it, there we are, kid..." she said softly. Then cooing and humming sweetly, she ran her smooth hands up and down my body. Then fetching the paper towels she said, "Just stay relaxed honey..." and reached up under me to grasp the butt-plug. "Taking it out is lots easier than putting it in," she started pulling gently, "now push for me like when you poop... good, that's right..." And before I knew it the monster was on the table, wrapped in paper towels. Whew! that was easier than I expected. "Now here comes the part you're gonna like, young man." she said, eyeing me up & down lewdly. Turning, she snapped on a rubber glove, grabbed the KY jelly and started to lube my tender hole. Still in this strange new state of consciousness, my boner straight up and throbbing, tingling waves running all through my body, I heard her say, "Oh, I'm gonna like this too!" With that, she inserted a finger (first one, then two) up my ass, and with her other hand started stroking my dick. Ever so gently she stroked with her dry powdered hand, and with her probing fingers she found my prostate. I was frozen in space, having no choice but to just take it. Expertly, she ramped me up to the brink of explosion then backed off each time, only to start again. "I removed the plug because I can feel with my finger more precisely... to determine the exact moment..." I heard her say this but unable to think, I had no way to apply the concept. My brain was involved in other more pressing matters. She went on & on with total control, causing the most exquisite sensations I have ever experienced. At times I would thrust my hips forward, or throw my head back & forth wildly, but they were purely autonomic reactions. As she continued relentlessly I slipped even more into this feverish madness. Like a delirium or frenzy, but with no turmoil whatsoever. Then at one point she stood up and to my utter astonishment, she matter-of-factly took off her blouse exposing the most beautiful pair of tits I've ever seen! They had the perfect hang. Erect nipples surrounded by bumpy areolae. I was stunned, this was more than I could imagine wishing for. Smiling casually, she sat down again and resumed her wicked procedure. One finger went in my ass and found that delicious spot, while her other hand returned to the delicate caress of my blue-veined throbber. She seemed to delight in 'accidentally' letting those gorgeous boobs rub up against my bare skin. I couldn't believe this was happening, the sight of those luscious hangers sent me even further into the delirium. She was sexy beyond imagination. I was in awe. I surrendered to her control with total abandon. She started making a 'come hither' motion with her finger on my prostate, and every so often with her other hand, she would stop stroking and pull down on the ball-weight then give my dick-head a squeeze. Precum was dripping abundantly. I jerked and shuddered involuntarily at odd times. I was lost in a dream yet wide awake. My dick started to quiver of its own accord. I knew I was getting close, but had no idea how close. She seemed to know exactly, and began deliberately stroking in a machine-like rhythm. The pace was faster than before, and went on for several minutes. Very soon I was past the point of no return. She knew it before I did, and leaned her face in closer. "Okay sweetheart, let it go... give it to me." She was squeezing hard, stroking the entire length. "Time to launch that rocket." Then at a moment I couldn't predict, I felt the ringing sensation that precedes a climax. She softened her grip and ran her thumb & fingers lightly on my glans. This caused my final approach to slow down. Inch by inch I headed toward the inevitable spill. The closer I got, the more intense was the burning. It was almost excruciating. I couldn't move. I started panting unconsciously. She kept on going slower and softer, expertly nudging me forward to the brink. The burning got so hot I couldn't stand it. Right at that moment the pulsations began, and she instantly switched back to the hard fast stroke. This of course had the effect of prolonging the duration of my orgasm. She indeed knew the "exact moment". My hips lurched forward as violent spasms overtook me, sending massive ropes of semen into the air. Immense gobs were shooting out at blinding speed, and she was catching most of them in her mouth. She sparkled with incandescent passion as she swallowed every drop. My world was ablaze. It felt like forever. I throbbed and pulsed for so long, I started to wonder if it would ever end. Maybe it was a weird paroxysm or something? I didn't care, that would've been okay by me. But it did end of course, and coasting down, the pulsations went on long after there was no more semen in my balls. She continued slurping lovingly on my still hard penis as if she couldn't get enough. Then she looked up at me and said, "See..? I told you it'd be worth a little pain." I was speechless. I just gawked at her like a schoolboy as she untied me and cleaned us both up. Getting dressed, she told me I could keep the ball-weight, provided I come back for regular checkups. "You've done well so far, but there's a long way to go yet." She gave me her number saying, "Be sure to call me next week." I thanked her and headed to the elevator, feeling dazed and extremely happy.