Recently I was browsing the r/femaleorgasmdenial sub. It inspired me to take control and tease my GF's beautiful pussy.

I asked her if she had an old make-up brush. To my surprise she found a whole box of brushes, different shapes and sizes that were all brand new.

I took command, removed her bottoms and panties and pushed her back onto the bed. I put her hands above her head and spread her knees apart. I handed her a cushion, placing it partially over her mouth.

Her pink pussy was on show and exposed to the open air. I took the widest brush (a fan brush I later found out!) and teased her slowly from her knees all the way down her thighs to the creases on the inside of her legs.

Each time I reached here I stroked the brush up and down a couple of times, less than an inch from her pussy lips. After a few rounds of this her legs opened wider and her pussy lips naturally began to part and show signs of moisture. It was like seeing one of the posts on r/timelapsearousal in real time.

After 5 minutes her pink labia were swollen and engorged as her pussy prepped itself for action. I teased and toyed with her lips. My brush was getting wet and sticky. I used it to softly brush from in to out, spreading her lips apart and showing her entrance. As I pulled the brush away little strings of grool stretched between her and the soft bristles.

Her breathing started getting heavier. I decided to switch brushes. I picked up a normal shaped brush that had a pointy end. It was time to tease her engorged clit.

I put my thumb on the skin just above her vagina and pressed it up. This meant that her clitoral hood peeled back a little to reveal the small bud of her clitoris. With the faintest of touches I made contact with it. You would think she just put her finger in a plug socket as her body jolted and she let out a moan. I enjoyed this reaction and did it a few more times. It must have been working because next thing a droplet of pussy juice formed, dripping from inside her and running as far down as her arse. She was certainly now well lubricated.

I lightly blew on her damp lips and clit. She found the power of speech and told me it was nice. She also begged me to touch her again. Her hand began to move down and inbetween her legs but I grabbed it and put it back above her head, with a firm "No". She'd been lounging around and was wearing a thin t-shirt with no bra. I could see her needy nipples poking and straining against the material.

I took my brush and moved back to between her legs. It was a grooly mess now. Her pussy had primed her for penetration. I circled her clit with my brush. More noises, more wriggling, more begging. Every time she sounded like she was peaking, I stopped. Then restarted. Then stopped. Then restarted. I did this for a full 10 minutes. Her moans became whimpers that became cries. Her cries became muffled as she bit down on the pillow. She was in agony. If you could only hear her and not see her you'd think she was in pain, restrained in a torture chamber.

*OK, admission time... I have a thing wet pussies. I love to see a woman turned on and to know that I had a part in creating the needy arousal between her legs. And I love the taste of my GF. So... it was my plan all along to finish her with my mouth.

I moved my face close to the heat between her legs. I not only love her taste but the way she smells and what her soft sticky folds feel like on my lips and tongue. I licked her up and down, slowly devouring her. She needed to cum desperately...but I was being selfish as I took my time and took her in with all my senses. This pussy was my plaything, for now.

She was getting frustrated. She was getting upset. Eventually my focus moved to her clit. I sucked it and swirled my tongue. I moved in all directions, wide tongue and pointy tongue. She couldn't cope with the range of movements any longer and I finally stimulated her over the edge.

She grabbed at the bedsheets with one hand and my hair with the other. Her cunt twitched and pulsated. Her knees and insides of her legs crashed together, locking my head between them. My face was pressed hard into her crotch.

I couldn't hear much noise from her and wondered what was going on... I glanced my eyes upwards and all I could see was her head tilted back and her mouth so wide open that I could see the roof of her mouth. But no noise. I think the French call it 'le petite mort'. Then her beautiful agony made way and was replaced by a high pitched release. It was like a soft silent scream. She caught her breath before another unfettering exhale, her head falling to the side now. Her whole tense tightened up body loosened, but her animalistic panting and "ahhh"-ing continued. Her noises got quieter and less intense as she regained herself, pussy still throbbing, anus still twitching.

Her legs fell apart again and I sat up... looking between them, appreciating what a fine mess I'd made of her. Beautiful.