Continue with your Desires

While you perform your duties, kneeling, licking, sucking upon her pussy, your hand unconsciously seeks your prick beneath your skirt. You plunge into your panties and grasp hold of it to feel a surge of pleasure. It's so much smaller than you remember, even in your feminine fingers, though it still reacts the same and delight floods your body as you rekindle old sensations. Your panties are drawn tight between your ass cheeks as you begin stroking in rhythm with her thrusting hips. Up and down. Up and down. Sexual moans filling your head, both that of hers and now your own blending together in this symphony of sensuality as your excitement grows.

“Lick it! Suck it! Swallow it! God Yes!” She cries out. You look up across her bare tits to see her face, that of sheer pleasure, eyes closed, mouth agape as she moans out again and again in ecstasy. And so you return to your work, thrilled at the knowledge that you're bringing her the enjoyment she demands. All while you continue stroking your little prick, up and down, up and down.

"Eat that pussy like you're fucking hungry girl." And you're compelled to work her over even more as she grinds her pussy against your face. Her pleasure driving your own. Your mind awash in rapture as you stroke and lick, lick and stroke, up and down, up and down. Your own girlish moans now growing louder, rivaling hers, even turning you on more. You feel the familiar growing sensation, that inevitable release building up within your balls, it won't be long now. Oh you can barely hold on. Becoming lost in your own pleasure now, operating on instinct alone for that rewarding climax.

“DAMNIT!”

Instantly everything stops.

Her eyes burn holes into you as she falls atop you knocking you down, aggressively darting towards your crotch and wrenching hold of your prick, squeezing with a strength you would never expect her to have. It's like a vice and feels almost as if it's going to burst. But the urge to cum is overwhelming as your pelvis spasms.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” She shrieks. Her hand still tightly gripped around your pathetically small cock, completely enveloping it. Your lust to continue, to keep stroking, to cum unhindered is driving you on but she's holding you down, she won't let go. You cry out in protest, but still she holds. Soon, your pelvis slows it's stirring. It's as though you came but denied the actual pleasure of orgasm.

“Damnit, I was so fucking close! I told you you can't fucking cum unless I say so and what did you fucking do? Damnit!”

She loosens her grip and the two of you watch as semen begins to slowly dribble between her fingers. Deep within you feel that constant beg for release even as you witness your own creamy ejaculate flowing out, slowly trickling down over her fingers. It's as if you haven't cum at all even though you witness the slick substance there before you, mocking your desires.

She glares at you in disgust. "Fucking selfish bitch! I was RIGHT there! Damnit!" She says as she holds your small cock, already beginning to wilt and shrivel before you. “You had one fucking rule. I told you you weren't allowed to cum yet." She removes her hand from your flaccid member, strands of cum trail from her fingers. With a loathing regard she thrusts it into your face. "Now you're going to have to lick it up."

You pull back from her instinctively, disgusted by the thought. Wanting to be as far from her as possible but her body is still atop you, holding you down, preventing any escape.

"What? You've never tasted yourself before? Do you think you're too good for your own cum?” She keeps waving her sticky hand before you. “You think I've never tasted my own juices? Do you think I've never tasted semen before?"

You can smell it on her fingers, a sort of musky scent. Quite familiar, though she's right, you've never tasted it, nor have you ever had the desire to.

"Lick it, lick it all up." She offers her hand in front of you, "It's just your own cum. Here, lick." And before you can act she wipes her hand across your lips.

You clamp your lips down hard, denying any ability for it to enter your mouth. But it's there on your face. You can feel it, wet, slick, and the smell is pungent in your nostrils. Your head attempts to retreat but there's nowhere to go.

"You have to swallow it, now before it's too late."

What is she talking about?

"Oh, didn't I tell you? At this stage in your transformation, your semen is the only thing holding on to that last shred of masculinity you have. Without it your little cock will slowly shrink away to nothing. You're slowly becoming a eunuch with breasts. A completely sexless being, much like a barbie doll, all tits and nothing else. If you lose that,” and she gestures towards your pathetic limp dick, “you won't even be able to orgasm again. And then, well, I'm afraid there's not much more I can do for you. Now start eating, lest you prefer to be castrated?"

What does she mean? You don't want to eat your own cum. You're disgusted by the fact that it's even on your lips right now but you don't want to stay like this. You don't want to lose what little you have left. The smell is strong, and you're hesitant, very hesitant, to do as she asks.

“Now!”

Defeated, and without a choice, you surrender. Slowly, your lips separate, feeling the cum strands part as you open your mouth. Reluctantly your tongue begins to reach out in search of a droplet. It's slick and warm, with not much taste at first as you begin to lick.

“Oh come on. Just fucking do it already." And she wipes her fingers across your tongue.

"Lick it up, and swallow. Now! You don't want to waste any of that precious cum."

You quiver at the thought of it. And what does she mean? But there doesn't seem to be any way out. With a squeamish uncertainty you do as you're told and swallow. You feel it travel down your throat. It leaves a bitter tang in the back of your mouth as you do, not horrible, but definitely not the most pleasing taste either.

"Lick it. Swallow it. Taste it!” She seems to enjoy the orders, as she begins thrusting her hand at your open mouth, wiping the cum off on your lips as she does. "Suck it off my fingers."

She is enjoying this. You reluctantly continue as told, growing more used to the taste, but ultimately just wanting to get it over with, until finally she seems pleased with your efforts.

"There, that wasn't so hard now was it Jane?"

You uneasily shake your head no, filled with revulsion but not quite sure what to say.

"Now, next time I tell you not to cum maybe you'll listen to me. Or maybe you won't? We'll just have to see." She begins standing, gathering her clothes and dressing herself.

The taste still quite strong in your mouth as you watch. Then you're reminded. Wait, you still haven't really orgasmed, well, physically, of course you have but you still feel that urge for release. It's as though you've been robbed of the actual effect of orgasm, that release of endorphins. A whimper escapes your lips as you learn that she means to leave you in this unfulfilled state.

“What?” She looks down at you scornfully. Fully dressed now, her long dark hair trailing over her shoulders. “Awwww... did the little bitch end up with a ruined orgasm? Well guess what, that makes two of us. Would you rather that be the last orgasm you ever have?”

With that she leaves.