Orgasm denial

A gasp escaped Catherine as Mr. Greene plunged himself into her. She knew this was coming, but the aggressiveness surprised her. Even more surprising, Mr. Greene immediately pulled out.

“I’m sorry, Catherine. Was I to rough?” He sounded sincere, and Catherine decided to risk giving him an honest answer.

“It’s okay, Mr. Greene. I know I’m the cause of your erection, and it’s my duty to offer relief. I just wasn’t ready for it.”

Catherine detected a hint of mischief in his reply: “Then let’s make you ready.”

And then his finger returned. Not in her, not yet. Mr. Greene gently ran his finger along her labia. It was a stark contrast to his previous beating of her ass, and Catherine was slow to respond. But when Mr. Greene licked his left index finger, and slowly circled around her clitoris, her instincts betrayed her.

Feeling her lower lips swell in response to the caress, Mr. Greene knelt behind her. His cock was ready for action, but he denied himself the pleasure for now. Right now, he had further punishment in mind, although of a very different nature.

Mr. Greene leaned closer. Catherine felt his hot breath on her pussy, and shortly afterwards his tongue. He started low, closest to her anus, and slowly traced a path between her pussy lips. And then he stopped, just before her clit. “Please, mr. Greene,” Catherine begged, but he only responded by once again blowing a breath of hot air on her.

After further two of such deep licks, his tongue finally circled her now fully engorged clitoris. Then he withdrew again, and stood up. “It seems you are ready now.”

Before No-O, organism denial had been an art. Now, it was all too simple, as Catherine was learning. Even though every fiber in her body screamed for release, even though she stood ready to throw herself into the pits of orgasm, it was simple not physically possible for her. Her cunt was as ready as it could ever be. Her nipples were hard, and her own weight pressed them against his wooden desk. As Mr. Greenes fingers once again entered her, he found she was dripping wet. And still she did not cum. His fingers teased her, and she thrust her ass again him, driving his fingers deeper into her. And still she did not cum.

Then his manhood plunged into her. With deep and strong thrusts, he fucked her within an inch of the strongest orgasm she could ever have. And still she did not cum. Only her husbands semen could bring her to climax. Her arousal was without an outlet, even as Mr. Greene finally came deep in her pussy.