A Cruel Denial

During the trip home Chris sat in the back seat. For a few minutes there was silence in the car, Stacey eyeing Chris appraisingly. When you were most of the way back home she spoke up.

"Chris, lift up your skirt," she ordered.

He grudgingly obliged, showing that he was wearing a pair of pink panties, soaked with fluids. That must have been what Stacey was wearing, matching the rest of her outfit. He was **** to put them on too. The skimpy panties managed to mostly contain Chris's bulge, but it was obvious what was in there

"Oh Master, I just realized I left a little loophole. This might complicate things," Stacey said. Her tone didn't seem concerned at all.

"What's that ****?" you ask, playing along.

Instead of answering right away she unzipped your pants and took out your hardening cock. She reached for it with her lips and you shifted your position to oblige her. She bobbed up and down a few times, exaggerating the motion for your benefit. And, you realized, for Chris's. Then she pulled off, continuing to work you with her hands.

"I realized that yours isn't the only cum that pervert could drink to satisfy the addiction I gave him. I mean that's part of the point, it gives us flexibility, but, well, he could just jerk himself off too, and eat it."

"That sounds like what a disgusting pervert would do Stacey. But maybe he has enough self-respect to hold off." As you spoke Stacey started to bob up and down on your cock again. She's so good, and your enhanced stamina really did have you coming up on another orgasm already.

"Mvrbe," Stacey said. Even muffled by your cock you could hear the skepticism in her voice.

She switched back to her hands again and looked straight at Chris. He'd pulled his skirt down but she could clearly see the stiff tent (average-sized) lifting it up. His hands trembled but he held them at his side.

"You're stretching my panties, cumlicker. Do you wish it was you giving this blowjob right now, about to taste a big mouthful of master's delicious cum?"

She went back to work, stuffing you as deep in her throat as she could. You felt her tongue embracing your shaft, her throat muscles tight against your cockhead. She made a muffled grunt that might have been "cum in my mouth", and you didn't hold back.

As soon as your first rope spurted into her mouth she bobbed up and started sucking just your cock head, even as her hands worked your shaft and balls, massaging and squeezing them almost painfully for every last drop of cum.

She finally rose, careful to do so delicately and not lose a drop of your precious spunk. Then she turned back to the backseat and opened her mouth to show off her treasure. Her mouth was coated with almost the entirety of your enormous load. A gooey strand dropped from her upper lip onto her lower lip. She stirred the pool of cum gently with her tongue.

Chris didn't stop himself. He leaned forward in his seat to kiss her, to take her gift.

Stacey closed her mouth and swallowed. Then she licked her lips, making sure to not spare a drop.

"You thought that I'd share with you?" She let out a cruel laugh.

Chris moaned in frustration. After a moment of hesitation he pulled his skirt up. His cock had already broken free from the panties, sticking through one of the leg holes. He pulled the fabric aside and started to masturbate. And then you were home. You pulled into a parking spot and turned off the car. Chris didn't stop jerking off, even in evident confusion. You reached back, grabbed he free hand and pulled it forward. He yelped in pain at the suddenness and strength of your motion. You were already writing on his arm.

CANNOT PLEASURE SELF

His other hand halted immediately, then hovered over his hard and precum-dripping cock, twitching and straining. But he was unable to touch himself.

"No no no you bastard, you fucking bastard!" Chris screamed, and started to sob.

Stacey had already jumped out of the passenger seat and come around to the back of the car. She grabbed Chris's shaking hands and in a moment of unexpected compassion started to soothe him.

"Shhhhh, shhhh. Don't worry. You're confused right now, you're upset. But don't worry. Soon things will be very different. You'll learn to embrace what's coming and then you can become a happy cumguzzler."

Chris continued to sob, at a lower volume, as they escorted him to the apartment.