A small device

You look questioning at her as you feel something sitting snug around the base of your cock and ballsack. A manic glint enters the tomboy's eyes.

"That, my dear John, is an experimental cock and ball restraining device. It's meant to prevent your orgasms while still allowing blood to flow. It allows for extended fuck-a-thons. I get to cum countless times and you don't."

A grin almost threatens to split her face as she starts to gyrate on your cock. She then continues to taunt you.

"I can see it behind your eyes. _Torture? _Yes, but not of the body. Of the soul. I will ride you and your cock up to orgasm and then deny you. Denial is really the key to ****. I will fuck to a point of ecstasy and then it will be taken from you."

You can feel her entire body gyrating, her hips tilting, her abs and pussy contracting around you.

"You are a madwoman."

"When an orgasm feels like ashes, then you have my permission to cum."

And with those words, she speeds up. Her hips slam into yours as you feel your cock throb. Again and again and again, she jackhammers herself onto you. You want to cum, you feel your balls churning, your body burning but it simply does not come. And then she cums.

She slams her hips down and holds them for a moment as your cock is crushed in her fleshy vise. Her body trembles in ecstasy while your heart beats like a madman, wanting but unable to cum.

As her orgasm dies down, she starts to ride you once more.