"...I choose not to... cum."
You decide to take what you hope is the safe path. Nilaya's intentions are way too obvious and her ...enthusiasm is more than a little intimidating.
Nilaya gives you a brief glare before her expression fades into a pout. She takes a seat in one of the room's chairs, looking bored but obviously intending to keep watching.
Abani has an evil smirk on her lips as she reaches between your legs, grabbing the base of the carrot lodged in your rear entrance. She slowly pulls it out, then tosses it into the trash bin.
"It would be hard to keep you from cumming if I left that in there..."
Abani climbs up onto the bed, spreading your legs and kneeling on the sheets between them. She reaches out with one hand and wraps her fingers around your cock, then begins lightly stroking up and down.
You go rock hard in moments, cock sticking straight up into the air. Abani loosens her grip, and slowly runs her fingers up and down your pulsing erection. You've been wanting to cum without any chance for a while now, and Abani's light sensual touch is enough to make you really want to blow, but not enough to actually let you.
"You really look like you want to squirt. Too bad you chose not too..."
She leans forwards and plants a light kiss on the tip of your cock. An involuntary moan escapes your lips, and Abani gives you a look of mock-sympathy.
"I'd really like to let you cum...but rules are rules."
Sounding as if the situation is an unfortunate coincidence instead of what she's been aiming for all along, Abani keeps gently rubbing your penis, then leans down, taking your balls into her warm and wet mouth.
You tense, knowing what's coming next, and Abani begins sucking hard on your balls, sending incredibly intense pleasure through your body. You instinctively buck your hips, trying to get enough stimulation from Abani's fingers on your cock to cum, but she skillfully loosens her grip enough to take most of the enjoyment out of each thrust.
You start to reach down to stroke yourself, but Abani's teeth lightly press against your balls, only lifting away once you lower your hands back down to your sides.
She resumes sucking your balls and caressing your cock, always easing up when you feel like you're about to orgasm. Precum builds in great quantities, dripping out and acting as lube for Abani's strokes.
Finally she pulls free of your balls, her mouth wrapping around your cock and taking it all the way into her mouth in one go. After a short pause, she slowly pulls back, slurping all the precum off your cock and leaving you trembling with the desire to cum.
Instead, Abani strips off her only remaining article of clothing - a t-shirt- and climbs on top of you, her firm body pressed against yours.
Wrapping her arms around your neck, she presses her lips against yours, her tongue forcing its way in. Your mouth immediately fills with the taste of precum that Abani clearly deciding against swallowing, but a more pressing concern is how badly you want to cum at the moment.
"You made the wrong choice you know."
Abani pulls her lips off of your long enough to tease you in a quiet voice. She flashes you a grin.
"Nilaya might have wanted to fuck you in the ass until you passed out, but she would have made you enjoy it. She always makes sure it's enjoyable, even if men don't like to admit it."
Abani rubs her body against yours, her exposed pussy just barely coming into contact with the shaft of your penis for a body and sending a bolt of desire through you.
Your instincts scream at you to grab Abani's hips and shove your cock inside of her. She smirks, clearly enjoying your desperation.
"Me, I like my slaves to suffer. It gets me wet knowing how badly you want to cum... and not letting you do it."
She sits up, straddling your lower stomach so that her ass is just barely touching your penis. Her eyes stare down at you triumphantly.
"The best part is, you're the one who chose not to cum. You didn't even ask for a time limit!"
Your cock is throbbing with the desire to cum, and even against your will your hips are trying to grind against Abani, though there isn't enough contact to feel satisfying.
"Beg."
The word comes out of Abani's mouth with a commanding tone, her eyes locked onto yours. |