You're a masturbation addict

You can't help it at all. You reach down and grab your little cock.

"So you were lying to me? You just wanted to jerk your little cock, is that it?"

Your aunt sounds extremely angry and you quickly let go, but it's too late.

"If you want to cum so bad, well who am I to stop you?"

You're still pinned beneath your aunt's ass, and you feel her grab your thighs and wrench your hips forward. Now your legs are by your ears and your pert bottom is totally exposed. Your aunt begins to spank you.

"Filthy! Little! Jerk! Junkie!" She yells, punctuating each word with another slap. She changes position, lifting her ass off of your face. You gasp for breath. She kneels in such a way that she pins both your arms to the bed.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Lauren! I'm so sorry!"

"Not as sorry as you're going to be!" She slaps your ass again, harder this time. The sting brings tears to your eyes. She pulls your hips back toward her and you realise you're folded over, with your cock hovering over your face. You watch as a thin string of precum slowly descends, and you turn your face away.

"Go ahead. Jerk your pinprick. Jerk it as much as you want."

"Aunt Lauren.... I can't," you whine. "I can't move."

"Oh. That's too bad, then. Do you want me to jerk it for you?"

"Yes please! Please, Aunt Lauren!"

"Hmmm... I'm not sure if I should..."

"Please! PLEASE! I'll do anything! Please! You're so hot! You make my cock so hard! Every time I see you I get a little stiffy! It's **** to not be able to jerk my cock to your perfection!" You start to ramble, saying as much as you can in the hope it might persuade your aunt to touch your throbbing penis.

"Aww, how sweet. Are you ready?"

"Yes! YES! I'm ready! Please!"

"Ok... ONE!" Your aunt takes your hard cock in between her thumb and forefinger, and strokes it once. Exactly once. You twist and squirm but can't get free. A burst of precum dribbles out and splats onto your face.

"Oh please please please please touch it again! Please! Oh god... I'm going crazy..." The teasing and torment are making it hard to think.

"Oh, did you want me to touch it again?"

You launch into a litany of reasons about why your aunt should stroke your cock. You promise your eternal service, praise her beauty, denigrate yourself as a tiny-cocked masturbation addict. You'll say anything at this point.

This process repeats itself several times over the next hour. You end up saying anything and everything and your aunt rewards you with a single stroke. You feel your mind going, and your words descend into babble puncuated by animalistic moans and groans. Your aunt laughs uproariously at your nonsense. Precum is trickling out in a steady stream, smearing itself over your face and lips, dripping into your mouth. Your aunt says something that snaps you to attention.

"Ok junkie, why should I let you cum?"