I have fun when a woman denies me.
It turns into a little hunt. A little challenge.
It’s exciting… as opposed to the ones who usually just fall naked in my bed on command.
I enjoy having a lay who isn’t… easy.
But this is getting ridiculous. I hired a prostitute to show me some kinks and not only did she NOT fuck me, but she also masturbated with my fucking tie and forced me to wear it... all day.
So I spend the whole day smelling her pussy on my tie and trying so very fucking hard to keep my dick down. You ever tried that? Not getting a hard on during a two hour meeting when the smell of wet cunt is so fucking strong under your nose that you can taste pussy when you go for a drink of water?
I smell her all day.
I taste her all day.
I picture her all day.
Just like I’ve done yesterday and the day before.
I can’t really stop erections anymore. I’m so fucking touchy that the only thing stopping me from cumming in my pants is my pride.
Yasmine better fuck me tonight or I’m calling her boss and telling him she is fired.
I feel like a fool.
Paying a fucking fortune for a prostitute to have her… not fuck me.
“To the hotel” I tell my driver.
Maybe I should just fire her even if she does fuck me.
What a fucking mess.
My phone rings in my hand. My lawyer is calling. Great.
“Mr Matzen” he says “I have some unfortunate news for you, we could not reach an agreement. Miss Ellens refused it”
Fuck.
I squeeze my eyes.
“This is outrageous. We raised the offer three times”
“Yes, and like I told you, sir, we shouldn’t have done that. They can smell blood in the water”
“Owens, I don’t care how you’re doing this, but get it done. I want this to go away” I hang up.
What a fucking mess.
Nothing quite as humiliating as being sued by an ex girlfriend over something you did in bed.
That’s why I got Yasmine.
That’s why I can’t fire Yasmine.
I need that.
I need to try that.
With a woman who won’t judge or sue.
You see, I like… violence. And now that I had a taste of it, everything else seems boring. But I’m not completely sure what my limits are, yet, I wanna find out exactly what turns me on.
That’s why when I get to hotel and find Yasmine fully dressed, I wanna change our deal and fuck her raw. This whole thing was about getting over the mess my life became and testing how far I’d like to go… instead I became an expensive whore’s pet.
And her fucking smell is still on my tie.
This is not the way, Joe.
You need to fix one mess before going head first into a second one.
“Yasmine…” I sigh “This isn’t working out. You’re f…”
“Take off your clothes” she comes so close. Like I’m a sex toy she keeps in a drawer to be used whenever she wants.
And now she wants.
She is wearing a dark dress and very high heels. I can see her garter belt right where the dress ends, before her 3/4 panty hose begin. Just a little bit of flesh right there. After the socks, before the dress… and I want to rub my cock right there.
Right above a woman’s knees.
Fuck. I am this close to having a thing for knees.
And because she is a cunt she breathes in my neck before saying:
“Can you still smell me here?” she removes my tie, slowly, her perfume somehow even more delicious than the smell of her pussy that’s been haunting me all day.
“What do you think?” I put my arm around her waist. I think I was gonna fire her, right? Oh well…
“I think…” she plays with my tie, sliding its tip slightly against my shirt. She is just fucking teasing me. Touching fabric with fabric instead of touching me with her, making me feel her touch not on my skin but in my imagination.
Any other day, I’d laugh at this pathetic attempt to get me hard.
But it’s been four days.
Four days of watching her almost naked walking around and denying me and denying me and denying me.
I never understood those people who have a kink for non-consent, but Yasmine puts the whole thing in perspective. I’d love to have a green light to just fuck her up the walls whenever I wanted.
Nor her.
Me.
“You think…?” I say because she never finished her sentence.
I’m hard.
I’m hard over a fucking silk tie barely scratching my shirt.
That’s how fucking horny I am after four days of hell.
Have you ever seen an expensive hooker?
Not Vegas expensive… I mean elite escort, premium with a diamond worthy blowjob kind of whore. You ever seen one?
Cause let me tell you: they are fucking hot.
Hot like women had no right to be, because it’s not just the looks… it’s the atitude. And that fucking smell.
I wanna rip off her clothes, yell out enough and fuck her ass.
I’d pay double if she’d let me do that right now.
Fuck, I’d pay triple.
“I think you kept your collar on all day, like a good little pet” my tie is still in her hands when she takes the arm I have around her waist. I notice she is still playing with the tie… wrapping it around my wrist.
This is not good.
This can’t be good.
She laces the tie around my wrist like a leash.
“Come, little pet” she turns her back, pulling me behind her like she would a dog.
This woman has done nothing but humiliate me and that turns me on like all fucks. I’ve never wanted to fuck someone this bad. Never.
I’m going to have my dick in you, Yasmine. It will happen, one day. And I will fuck you until you can’t close your legs anymore.
“I’m going to reward you now” she takes us to the bedroom.
“With what?” I lick my lips, hungry.
I think I might be three times her weight and much taller, which means if I wanted to press her up against the wall and shove my fingers in each one of her holes, I could and that would be that. But when Yasmine turns back at me after I ask that, she looks like a fucking giant. She looks like she could put me inside her pussy and snap me in half.
You ever felt a natural urge to apologise to a woman for no reason? Beg for her forgiveness, call her ma’am or… mommy? Fuck, never happened to me. That shit is ridiculous as hell. Pathetic words for pathetic men.
Right?
Then how the fuck do I explain what is happening to me right now?
Cause Yasmine stares me down like she wants to whip my ass and I feel like I’d let her.
I feel like I’d enjoy it.
Spank me hard, miss. Put me in my place.
But don’t expect me to go down without a fight.
“You wanna try that again?” she raises an eyebrow.
“H-how are you planning on rewarding me, miss?”
She has her tongue over her lip in a menacing fucking way. Like she is trying to decide whether to shove one dildo up my ass or two.
“However the fuck I want” she blinks “And afterwards, you’ll say thank you. Take off your clothes”
“Why don’t you do it for me?”
“Cause I told you to do it yourself, and you’re a big boy” she ignores me, looking at something she has set up on the table. Something that looks like… what the fuck is that?
“What is going on over there?”
“Doesn’t concern you. Are you naked?” she has a tube? Yeah… it looks like a tube: large, transparent and oddly shaped. She holds it with the opening side up and pours some weird liquid into it. What in the name of all that is Holy is happening here?
“Yasmine, I think I’d rather know what that is”
“Are telling me to let you knot what that is?” she cues our safe word to make sure I remember.
“No… I’m just saying Yasmine, I’d rather know what that is”
“Well, Joseph, I think I’d rather you obey me faster or I’ll get bored”
I take off my clothes.
I keep my underwear.
“That’s not naked” she scolds me.
She grabs my hard cock like that’s my leash now instead of the tie. I close my eyes with a moan when she yanks me good, pulling me to her. But she goes as quickly as she came and my cock is left alone.
“Do that again” I grab her hand and oh… rookie mistake.
Yasmine slaps my cock so fucking hard I flinch.
“Don’t touch me. Don’t ever touch me”
“I’ll do whatever the fuck I w…”
She slaps my cock again. She has a little wicked smile like she wants to resist just so she can hit me harder.
“Take off that stupid underwear”
“And if I don’t?”
“If you obey me, I’ll whip you”
“That doesn’t sound like a good thing” I laugh.
“Well, if you don’t obey me, I’ll fuck you with it”
Oh. Ok.
“I could stop me”
She looks so adorable.
“Could you?” she tilts her head.
Could I? Could I have power over her?
And how can someone this vicious look this adorable?
Fuck.
If you’re going to Hell, might as well make friends with the Devil: I take off my underwear. My cock is pointing all the way up, ready to serve or be served, though I suspect neither will happen.
My plan is simple: keep my expectations low so my balls won’t get disappointed. The plan fail rapidly as soon as Yasmine undresses.
Have you ever seen an expensive whore wearing nothing but dark lace lingerie, thigh high panty hose with garter belts and high heels?
She leaves her dress on the floor like it’s an animal she just killed and I notice my body gravitating towards hers. It’s happening. Long fucking last. I’m gonna be inside that woman.
Yasmine sits on the bed and crosses her legs like the queen she is. Her eyes on my naked body, analysing me without a hurry, taking her sweet time looking at my hard cock in all it’s glory.
“You ever considered shaving?” she sighs “I don’t enjoy hairy men”
“I…” really?
That’s the play here, you fucking cunt?
You gonna humiliate my poor cock now?
Haven’t you had enough?
May God have mercy on your soul, Yasmine, cause when I fuck you (and I will fuck you) I will get my dick so deep in your pussy there will be nothing coming out of your mouth but screams and drool.
“But I suppose, it will do. Lay in bed” she points to the pillows.
“Yasmine, I…”
She grabs my balls.
Not my dick.
Not my tie.
Not my hands.
My balls.
And she squeezes.
I have to walk closer to her as fast as I can to keep my testicles from being squashed like toys.
“I don’t enjoy your hesitations, pet. You are far too wilful. Far too proud. That ends today. Do you understand?” fuck you “Do you?” she squeezes me harder.
“I do! I do, I do, I do!”
Fuck.
I’d like children someday, you know?
“Here’s what will happen. I will play with you and you won’t cum. Then, and only then, I will let your cock taste a little of my pussy. If you cum, playtime is over”
It’s like the bathroom this morning all over again, but this time I will be prepared.
“Bring it on”.
Tonight, your pussy is mine, whore.
And it better taste spectacular for how long you made me wait.
She smiles like I have no clue what is about to happen and holds my cock.
Focus, Joe. You can’t cum, big guy. She is gonna tease you and give you a handjob. She will strip. She will moan. She will spread her legs and show you her sweet wet puss and you gotta HANG IN THERE.
No matter what.
I am a soldier.
I am a warrior.
I am unbreakable.
Yasmine blows on my groin like she is trying to get my pubes out of the way, her breath hits my shaft and I clench, her smile is really fucking close to the uncircumcised tip of my dick.
She pulls the skin back just a little.
She licks me just once.
I am a coward.
I am a disgrace.
I am already broken.
My hip jolts to her mouth so hard I almost lose balance.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I want that blowjob. I want that tongue. I want that throat. FUCK, give me teeth, Yasmine, I’d even take your fucking teeth right now.
But she leaned back and out of my way.
“Don’t make this easy for me, Joey”
“Don’t call me Joey” I try to grab her throat to teach the bitch respect, but she is faster grabbing my balls. I wince in pain.
This feels good.
It would feel better if I also had my hand on her throat though.
“I will call you whatever I want, Joey” she pulls my skin back and bites the tip of my cock. I am pressing my lips together with all my might, trying to keep myself from screaming and moaning because I don’t want to give her the satisfaction “Stupid boy” she adds and I want to slap my cock on her face and cum so hard I’ll mess up her hair.
But I can’t.
I bite my own tongue hoping pain will help me.
Think of your grandfather. Think of your grandfather.
“What do you want, Joey?” she stands. I was so close to her before that she is now in my arms “You want… my tits?”
She takes her bra off.
Oh God, have mercy. Please. Not a lot. Just a little will do.
Yasmine has sweet fucking tits. They are quite large and natural, I wanna squeeze them more than I want to breathe but I can’t touch her, right?
That doesn’t stop her nipples from brushing on my chest. I’m gonna have an aneurism.
My blood is pumping so violently I can feel my heartbeat on my fingers.
Think of your grandfather, I tell myself, when all I can really think about is: I want pussy, I want pussy, I want pussy. Like some fucked up soccer stadium chant. The kind you sing when your team is losing and you are about to despair.
“Or maybe you want my feet?” she takes off the high heels, throwing them to the side, so she can rub her foot up and down my calves “Would you like to suck on them and rub your cock om my toes? Or maybe…” she unhooks the garter belt and rolls down the thigh highs “Maybe you want my thighs” she removes them one at a time. She is SO fucking close to me it’s like I am undressing her with my tongue. Only I can’t touch her. I can’t lick her. I can’t grab her.
I can only look, while this deliciously hot woman undressed two inches away from me. So close I can smell her smile.
I wanna bite her more than I want to live.
I want to grab her tits more than I want to bite her.
I want to spread her legs more than I want to grab her tits.
I want to fuck her throat more than I want to spread her legs.
I know I was supposed to be focusing, but what for? I will fail. There is no winning here.
“Or maybe…” she touches her panties and yes. Show me that pussy.
Do it.
Now.
All of it.
My eyes are locked on her panties but her hands never move.
“Oh this is what you really want, isn’t it? Are you sure?” she moves her hands away from her panties and I am about ready to commit murder.
Yasmine, woman, stop fucking with me.
“Cause you could have fun with my hands” she sits back on the bed and strokes my cock a couple of times. I close my eyes and start to moan.
Her hands are soft and smooth and, hell, a handjob is looking pretty fucking good right now.
“Or my tits” she presses her breasts together and lets me fuck the space between them just once “Or…” he lips are on top of my dick again. I open my eyes because if she is doing that, even for a second, I want to watch.
I need to watch.
Yasmine open that sweet doll mouth of hers and eat my cock.
Just half of it.
Just enough to make me want to hump her like an animal.
And she does it effortlessly so I know she can suck dick. She can take everything. Deep.
But she doesn’t.
I’m out of her mouth just as quickly as I went in and it was nowhere near long enough.
Fuck this.
Fuck all of this.
“Yasmine…” I growl.
“Greedy. Greedy, stupid boy. You could have had something easier, but no… you want pussy. Come here” she grabs my cock again making me move to where she wants me and, without any warming, sticks my cock in the tube. You know the one she was filling up with something before?
The I understand what it is.
It’s a… mold.
She is making a mold of my dick? What the fuck?
“W-what?” I try to ask but… hear me out: I’m really fucking horny, ok? And that… .liquid… goo… whatever the fuck it is inside the tub, feels fucking awesome. So I fuck it. Yeah, you can judge me, but I fucked the tube. I move my hips like the damn thing is a fleshlight and I moan like the damn thing is a woman.
“Really?” she sounds so disappointed it would hurt if my dick wasn’t having fun “That’s all it take? I won’t even feel special anymore”
I try to care, but I don’t.
Focus, Joe. You can’t… you can’t cum…
But it’s so good.
It’s so warm and dense, and Yasmine holds the damn tube like she really is trying to please me. Licking her lips and pinching her nipples to make herself moan. Fuck her.
“Give me your tits again”
“No, no. First you do this. Then you’ll have my pussy. That’s what you wanted, remember?”
“You… you w-will let me have it?” oxygen becomes something rare.
“Yes, of course I will” she has that wicked smile again. Like someone who wants to finish a sentence with but you’re gonna regret it “I’ll let you smell my pussy and eat it and lick it and bite it, baby. And I will let you fuck it. You want to feel how warm it is?”
No. I can’t.
Not that she cares. Yasmine pulls the tie still around my wrist so she can take my hand and slides one of my fingers inside her slit.
I cum inside the tube.
With a loud moan of pleasure and desperation.
She shakes her head “Oh no” and then she smiles “You ruined my mold”
“Yasmine, enough. Please, enough”
I am holding on to… is the a bed frame? A dresser? Who the fuck knows anymore, I am seeing dark spots and holding on to whatever is near so my legs don’t give up.
“We need to start again” she stands to get some more goo ready for mold number 2. It takes her a few minutes so I sit down and let my blood flow back to my brain. That is… until she is getting rid of mold number 1… because that’s when she sinks a finger in it, wetting it in my load and then she licks it clean.
She has this cute flirty smile before doing it again. And again. Rubbing my load on her fingers and tasting it like it’s ice cream.
“Shame you didn’t let me have it right off your cock” she sulks and I’m going hard again.
It’s been five minutes… I usually need a little more time than this between rounds but it looks like Yasmine hungry for my load is enough to get me going.
“Come here, I’ll let you have some” I command her.
“No, you asked for pussy. I will give you pussy. But I want to finish my mold first, so start jerking off already”
“Why don’t you do it for me? Please?”
“No. Do it. Fast”
“I can’t just… what the fuck are you doing?” Remember how she was licking my load off her fingers? Well, this time, she is shoving her cum soaked fingers inside her panties and I can see them moving under there.
She spreads her legs like a porn star. Putting on a show. But she closes her eyes with a tiny little moan that lets me know she is actually enjoying herself.
“I’m getting ready for you” she rubs her pussy with my cum and I am hard once again. Fully.
“Let me have that pussy. I am hard”
“Good. Than put your dick in that mold”
“Fuck off, Yasmine, give me pussy”
“Joe, if you make me go over there I will slap your balls so fucking hard they will burn all month”
This fucking whore.
I fuck the tube. Only I don’t really fuck it this time as in: I don’t move.
“Just wait a few minutes” she instructs me, fingergucking herself with my cum.
“Was that it?” I ask after exactly four seconds.
“No” her deny becomes a moan and I am about to throw this damn tube away, but I’m afraid of what she’ll do if I don’t comply, so I wait. I wait with my cock hard as rock inside that fucking tube, feeling like a pathetic joke while this woman I should be fucking has my load on her fingers so she can tease her puss.
“There, it’s done now, right? Right? Yasmine?” she has her eyes closed and looks about ready to cum. But I’m not letting that happen again.
My cock is throbbing.
I can feel actual heartbeats all over my staff.
“Lay in bed” she moans, taking off her panties.
Oh God, thank you.
I don’t think there has ever been a man who laid in bed as fast as I did just then.
Yasmine is naked.
Gloriously naked.
Focus, Joe.
She is so hot, I might cum again.
But it’s not just that’s she is hot.
Problem is she is a hot whore.
Problem is she is a hot fucking whore.
Yasmine straddles me and looks like she is about to sit on my dick and ride it, only she does none of those things.
She lets her pussy hang slightly over the tip of my cock and then she… dances. That’s the only word I can use to describe it. It’s like she is stripping with her clothes already off. Her hands are on her tits, on her nipples, on her hips, on her waist, on her ass. She touches every single one of her curves, enjoying as if rubbing them was enough for her to orgasm.
It the most erotic fucking thing I ever witnessed.
This beautiful naked woman, hovering over my cock, brushing it with her pussy while she makes her body wave and move as if I was slow fucking her.
My cock gets harder and bigger, like the poor thing wants to stretch until he is long enough to reach her insides even if she tried to keep herself away. I sink my fingers into the mattress, moving my hips up to meet her, but Yasmine… Yasmine is a hot fucking whore who must have done this her share of times.
She was ready for me.
She leaks her pussy juice on the tip of my cock. She lets her moans fill the room. She gives the best fucking lap dance of my life.
The she presses her pussy against my cock. She lets her body slide on mine. Her juices already mixed with my cum from before and I feel it all.
Her wet warm entry on that fucking sweet pussy right on the tip of my cock. Right there.
She lets me fuck her with just the tip of my cock. Just the head. Just that little bit.
That part is inside.
This woman’s thighs must be made of steel cause this position she is holding makes her muscles so fucking tasty. I move my hips trying to thrust them in and she moves away again but not that much.
I get a little more dick in her, feeling that warm wet embrace of her flesh around my cock… and I cum.
Just the tip of the cock in and I’m unloading both my balls in her pussy.
The idea that my hot load is going straight from my cock to this fucking woman’s cunt makes me climax even harder. Take this fucking load, you whore. Even though I could barely fuck you.
I am left breathless, shaking in bed, desperately wanting another hard on so I can keep fucking her.
“Pity” she sighs after squeezing two orgasms out of me whether I wanted to or not.
She gets off me and checks on her mold.
“Give me two minutes and I… why do you even want that for?”
“This?” she shows me the mold “Oh, cause your cock is fucking fine… but if I need to rely on you not cumming, I will never taste it. So this give me a chance to try it. Cause right now…” she stares at my dick going limp and still covered in cum “You’re giving me nothing”
She slides her fingers on my half pumped dick going softer by the second and gets some fingers full of cum. She sits on the edge of the bed, facing me, with her back against one of the polls and… she fingerfucks herself again.
“Just wait two fucking minutes, Yasmine”
“No” she pants, fucking herself with my load “You’re useless”
Useless.
I touch my cock but it can’t go hard again this fast.
This fucking woman!
How in the Hell am I paying this much money to let a whore do this to me?
And how in the Hell am I enjoying this?
“Let me eat your pussy then”
“No” she bites her lips, losing herself in the orgasm “But I’ll let you watch” she laughs “And what do you say to that, pet? What do you say to me letting you watch?”
I feel bitter.
“Thank you, miss”
“You’re welcome, darling” she moans before making herself cum. Squirting her juices and pleasure all over the bed, making me wish that was on me. On my cock. On my mouth.
Making it wish it was because of me.
“Will you ever let me fuck you?” I ask as she goes to the shower.
“We’ll see” she disappears into the bathroom.
I let my head sink into the pillows.
This woman is going to be the end of me.
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