Denial of pleasure

“No!” Alison eyes roll back in their sockets, but the words are absolutely clear. “Don't ask her, please let me cum!” This is certainly an unexpected twist to Alison's little fantasy. I absolutely understand how this Danielle might want to deny her slavegirl the pleasure of a true orgasm, but in actuality, it is Alison who is withholding her own release. I look at her in surprise, but Alison is not kidding. “She wants you to use me like a slut, to fuck my tight kitty, even use my mouth or little titties,” Alison's list of nasty acts surprises you, but not as much as her insistence that you deny her what she's been so close to all night long. “You can cum all over her, but do not let her cum.” Her eyes close and a smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she imagines the scene, “That arrogant bitch doesn't want me to enjoy this. She wants me to suffer.”

I've played this game with Fran, keeping her on the edge of a climax for as long as possible without letting her climax. Of course eventually it gets to the point that I'd push her just a little too far and she'd explode in a mind-shattering orgasm, but the longer I could keep her on the edge the bigger the eventual release was. It is not something that I was expecting from a novice like Alison though, and I wonder if what I first saw as an inability to finish what she started was actually a deliberate choice on her part as she played out this twisted fantasy in her imagination.

With her arms already secured to the bed, there really isn't much this poor young woman can do as I start my slow sensual teasing of her nearly perfect teenaged form. I start with her on her back as I nip at her peaked nipples, and slowly work my way down across her tight belly towards the tuft of golden curls and then on to my ultimate target.

“No, stop!” I'm not sure if it is Alison who is objecting to my burying my face between her soft thighs, or if she is still lost in the fantasy and pretending she is the captured slavegirl who is trying to keep me from eating her out, but it doesn't really matter because I am licking and sucking on her pussy no matter what. She tastes sweet with just a hint of saltiness and the way her hips buck under me let me know that in spite of her protests she is responding like I expected her to. In fact, I have to pull away much sooner than I wanted to because with even just a little more stimulation she was going to cum all over my face.

“Enough of that you hot little ****!” I growl as I pull away before she cums. With a little careful folding, my black tee-shirt makes a pretty good blindfold and the time it takes to cover Alison's eyes gives us both a chance to cool down a little. The blindfold is perfect for two reasons, the first is that it increases Alison's sense of helplessness, but perhaps more importantly she no has to ignore the information from her eyes. With her vision blocked she has only the other senses to use. Well that and she looks even sexier tied down like this.

“You were right, Lady Danielle,” I speak to the imaginary rival as Alison moans in frustration, “This Earthgirl is a needy little slut, if we're not careful she's going to get off just by having us stroke her.” Alison's only response is a weak moan and more futile tugging at her bindings.

“Let's see if she fucks as well as she squirms.” I chuckle cruelly and flip her over onto her belly so her arms cross slightly in front of her face. It is a little tighter than before but she still has enough slack that she can move around a little. I lift her ass up so she is propped up on her knees and line my cock up to the gaping pink gash from between her cheeks. Her sharp cry as I plunge into her is almost as exciting as the feeling of her tight pussy clenching around my cock. I don't think I'm hurting her, but I might be a little rough as I pound into her again and again.

“Please no! It's too much for my tight little pussy, Master. It hurts so good.” Somehow even as she is being railed by me Alison has enough wherewithal to direct her own ****. “Please don't make me beg for your cock like a ****, please just let me climax.” I reach forward and grab a handful of her soft hair and jerk her head up.

“That's what Mistress wants, girl!” I grunt as I push in particularly deep, “She wants to hear you beg for my manhood! Do you like it when a man fucks this tight little cunt of yours?”

“Yes, Master!” She gasps, “Yes fuck me. Please fuck me 'til I cum!” Once again I can tell she's getting close so instead of slamming into her again I pull out until just the head is wedged between her pink lips. “No... Please, I need this. I need this so bad!”

“I think I'll let Big Joe, here have a go at you.” I tell her as I pull out the rest of the way and push her to her side. I want her to remember that in the book the poor Earthgirl is passed from man to man as she is broken. “Your new Mistress wants to see his big cock stretch your once pure little cunt, ****. She wants you to know that your sweet body belongs to any man who wants to use you.” I love the way Alison's face contorts under the blindfold in a mixture of excitement and shame. She knows that I'm the only man in the room, but with her eyes covered and her senses already overwhelmed this fantasy is as real as I can make it. I try to sound like a different, burlier man as I flip her onto her back again.

“Hey der, li'l Missy,” I rumble coarsely as my hands squeeze her tits roughly. “I'm gonna like me stretching yo' pussy.” I tell her as I kneed her breasts like balls of dough, “But first I gonna use deez pretty titties, dat'll give yo' pussy a chance to cool down a little so we can have a nice long fuck.”