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My tongue swirled around the rim of her ass before sliding upwards to her clit. Once there I focused my efforts there. My finger slipped back inside her. Short jabbing pokes as her juices flowed onto my hand. The silence was again broken. She asked again.
“Please sir. May I cum now?”
As always I replied “Are you close to cumming, my naughty girl?”
“Yes sir. Very close.”
My fingers stopped, but stayed inside her. My mouth removed from her clit. My face remained in place, poised at any moment to return to task. I contemplated the command.
“You may not cum, yet.”
She signed an audible sigh. Followed by a light groan of displeasure.
“Tell me again.” I said. Still close enough that the vibrations tickled her. My mouth open so that she could feel every breath I exhaled. My tongue occasionally outstretched to graze her lips, ever so gently so as to keep her poised, but not pushing her over.
“I am sorry sir. I was not respectful of your time.”
“Good girl.” My response assuring, but not finite. Still no command. We had gone back and forth like this for the better part of the last hour. My mouth and fingers explored, swirled, licked and teased. As she neared orgasm she would request permission. I would refuse, and retreat. My breath and gentle caresses of her thighs, lips and ass would keep her on the edge, but the lack of command, kept her wanting.
My mouth still poised. I was cruel. She was helpless after all. Bound to the bed, hand and foot. Blindfold in place. Her breath returning from gasp and moan to the normal moderate pace. It was my cue to restart. My cue to exert new pressure to the game. My mouth and tongue returned, my fingers re-entered. Again swirling and flicking her clit with my tongue, jabbing with fingers. Her heartbeat quickens. Her mouth twitches and new moans emerge. The gasp returns and once again, she asks, “Please sir. May I cum now?”
“Are you close to cumming, my dirty, naughty girl?”
“Yes sir. Very close.”
Again, I pull back, my fingers silence and my mouth hovers above.
My answer, calculated, “You may not cum, not tonight, my bad girl.”
“Anything but that sir, please, get the crop. Please sir. I’ll be good.” She whined.
“Maybe tomorrow, you’ll be more mindful of my time.”
Mike - dirtystorytime