She sat there at her computer desk, pinching her nipples slightly through the white fabric of her long t-shirt that skimmed just over the top of her thighs.
She had been staring at this website for the past hour, wondering if she should proceed or not. It was daring and risky for her, but her options these days seemed limited. Her sexual frustration had been at its peak for the last week, and no matter what masturbation technique she tried, she was never satisfied. She must have tried nearly a hundred different sex toys by now, but nothing could crave her itch. She needed a real person and one that wasn’t just going to have his release and leave her lingering, as had been the case for the past three guys she met with.
So here she sat, teasing her nipples in front of the computer and looking at a website for escorts. She had browsed through quite a few, but this one looked promising and specifically aimed at those looking for dominant males.
Her finger clicked the mouse one last time as she let out a deep, shaky breath watching the form submit her request. Thoughts raced around in her mind, hoping it was the right decision. She had never done anything like this before, and a flush crossed her cheeks just thinking of the possibilities.
As her hand wandered from her tender nipple down to her bare pussy lips, she slipped her fingers between the folds and thought about the man she would be matched with. It could have been any of them on the website. A match would be automatically picked for her based on her sexual and physical preferences, as outlined in the request form.
Her breathing was picking up, and she placed her fingers on her clit, rubbing harder as she felt her orgasm nearing and the wet sounds of her fingers against her pussy.
The computer dinged with an incoming email, temporarily shocking her out of her pleasure induced state. She was tempted to leave it to finish what she started, but her focus had drifted. Sitting more upright in her chair, she clicked on her emails.
To her surprise, she had already gained a response back from the escort company. It couldn’t have been more than 15 minutes since she sent in the request, and the oddest thing was that it was 1 am.
Opening the email, she glanced at the writing, expecting it to be some formal document or introduction. To her surprise, it was the escort she was scheduled to meet who had set up a time with her for tomorrow evening. The email was short and brief with only a list of instructions and to confirm the time.
Slut,
I only have one instruction for you to follow before our meeting. You will edge yourself every hour, on the hour, to the brink of orgasm. Do not cum. I want your pussy dripping wet when we meet. 11 pm, Friday.
Master
The email sent a pleasurable pulse to her pussy, and she was already feeling the wetness seeping down her thighs. Luckily she had Friday off but masturbating without cumming for all of Friday was going to be difficult.
She did as she was told, and for the entire of Friday, she edged herself close to orgasm every hour. Her flowing white dress was bunched up around her waist, legs spread over the armchair in the living room with her fingers kadıköy escort deep inside her cunt.
It didn’t take her long before her heart was beating through her chest and the need for her to cum was driving her wild. But the voice in the back of her mind allowed her to pull away at the last moment, leaving her frustrated and in need of release.
It was close to 11 pm, and she changed into a skin-tight, black dress that came down to mid-thigh with a pair of panties. The neckline scooped down in between her breast, showcasing the apparent lack of bra.
To be honest, she didn’t have a clue what she should be wearing. All she knew was that she was frustrated, horny, and desperate to cum, and she would wear anything to make sure she was fucked good tonight.
A knock at the door turned her gaze, and with a slight hesitation, she moved forward and grabbed the doorknob. A thought crossed her mind last minute about whether this was the right decision or not, but it was too late to back out now. Taking in a deep breath, she opened the door.
She bit her lip when she saw a handsome, muscular man standing in front of her, wearing a white button shirt, rolled up at the sleeves and a pair of black pants. All she did was stand and stare at this gorgeous man before he cleared his throat, pulling her gaze to his face.
“May I come in?” he asked in a deep voice.
She moved to the side and directed him inside. “Please,” she said meekly.
Once they had moved from the hallway into the main living area, he paused, moving his eyes up and down her body. His eyes gave away no idea of what he was thinking or whether her looks was to his liking or not.
After a moment, her nervousness gave way, and she opened her mouth to say anything to pull him away from the intense stare. “May I get you a drink?”
He looked into her eyes and examined her for a moment before answering. “Take off your clothes. Then you can get me a drink.”
She gulped at his straightforwardness, but after all, this is what she called him here for. Her hands reached the hem of her dress, and she slowly tugged it over her head as her breasts bounced free of the restraint before folding it and placing it on the back of the couch.
The man took one look at her breasts before his eyes glanced down to her panties. She reached down, tugging at the sides and slid them down to her ankles, kicking them over to the corner.
And there she stood, naked as his gaze wandered over to her body. He moved forward, tracing his fingers over her nipple before giving it a hard squeeze as she let off a little yelp. “Don’t let me see you with clothes on again unless I request it,” he said sharply. “And I’ll drink whatever you’re having.”
He turned around to the living area, leaving her naked as he made his way over to the couch and sat down.
She came back shortly with two glasses of red wine and placed one in his hand. She didn’t know what to do, so she stood there awkwardly, awaiting direction. He took a sip of his wine which encouraged her to do the same before placing it down on the side table.
“It’s 11 pm,” he said, not even bothering to glance maltepe escort at his watch. “Let me watch you edge.”
Her legs clenched together at the thought of him watching her do something so personal in front of him. She had just met the guy, and she was already standing naked in front of him, her pussy moist with her juices. Now she had to masturbate in front of him?
She walked over to the armchair across from him, sitting in slowly as she leaned back, getting comfortable with the leather on her naked skin. Her hands went up to her nipples, tugging slightly before her hand edged closer to her pussy, already eager to feel her fingers on her clit.
“Open wider,” he instructed, taking a sip of his wine.
She opened wider, the folds of her pussy separating to allow an unobstructed view of her dripping wet pussy. Her vagina walls were already pulsing, eager to have her fingers deep inside of her.
Without waiting any longer, she pushed two fingers inside her cunt which slipped in quickly as her other hand massaged her clit. She could feel his eyes on her as she openly humiliated herself in front of the man. This was definitely out of her comfort zone, yet she enjoyed the control he already had over her.
“Such a good obedient slut,” he said casually as she was increasing her tempo, sliding her fingers in and out of her open hole.
“Stop,” he ordered. Frustrated, she stopped, fingers still deep in her cunt. Her edging was nearly complete, and if she continued any longer, she was sure to cum but again, she had been denied.
“Come over here and straddle me,” he said.
She got up, nervously heading over to the stranger and straddled his legs, her wet cunt still dripping down her thigh, threatening to coat his pants with her juices. He didn’t seem to mind, though and pushed her to a seated position on top of his crotch as her pussy barely touched his semi-erect cock.
“Now, listen closely. I want you to put your fingers back in that dirty cunt of yours and start fingering yourself again. When you want to come, you’ll ask for permission.”
She nodded her head before reaching her hand back down to her pussy and shoving two fingers back inside. The proximity turned her on even more as she felt his strong hands rub up and down the top of her thigh.
She didn’t last long before she was begging for release. “Please may I cum?” she asked as her fingers still worked inside of her, thrusting in and out.
“On one condition,” he said, a smirk forming on his lips.
“Anything,” she said, desperate to feel the release of her constant edging over the past day. She was so in need of release that she would have agreed to nearly anything.
He reached down and stopped her fingers from thrusting as he held them inside her sopping wet pussy. She whimpered as she was restrained from feeling the orgasm that was so desperately building inside of her.
“You can may cum anytime when you are with me unless I specify otherwise. But in order to cum you must tell me exactly what you are doing and how it makes you feel. Then when you are cumming, I want you to say it out loud, no matter the circumstances. Am escort bayan I understood?”
She looked him in the eyes as she realised how humiliating it would be for her to narrate what she was doing and feeling. But she was too close to pleasure to say no. So she nodded, understanding the rules.
“Then continue,” he smirked, leaning back in his chair.
Her fingers eagerly moved back to her clit, rubbing hard with one hand while using the other hand to thrust two fingers back inside of her. She hesitated with her words, but before she knew it, she was humiliating herself further to get her much needed release.
“I’m sitting naked on a strangers lap, fingering my cunt,” she breathed heavily.
“And?” he added.
“And it makes me feel like a slut,” she added as she quickened the rubbing of her clit.
“Oh my god, I’m cumming!” she said as her fingers slapped her pussy. The sound of her wetness was the only noise in the room as her body shook on top of the man in front of her, moaning through a powerful orgasm.
Her body quivered as she came down from her high, her cheeks flushing red as she realised what she had just done. She went to get off the stranger’s lap, but he held her down firmly by grasping his hands over her thigh.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he said, guiding his hands up the sides of her body to roll her nipples in between his fingers.
“You’ll cum for me again,” he whispered against her neck as he pulled her nipples, causing her body to move closer to him.
She shuddered. She had never been one to cum again so soon, and she knew her pussy would be sensitive to touch.
“Now, slut,” he said, pinching her nipples harder.
A moan escaped her lips as she moved her hand down to her sensitive cunt, finding her clit slick with juices. Her fingers rubbed slowly across the nub, sending tingles and a slight sensitive pain across her body.
It didn’t take her as long as she thought before she started to crave her release again. Her body rocked back and forth on his lap as she moaned her delight at the sensation.
“Is my slut ready to cum again?”
“Yes,” she breathed heavily.
“Then remember my only rule,” he said.
“My fingers are rubbing my clit while I’m naked on your lap. I can feel your fingers pinching my nipples and…” she paused for a moment, finding it hard to vocalise. “I… I like it.”
“Why do you like it?” he said, pinching harder causing another moan.
“The humiliation of a stranger doing this to me makes my pussy wet,” she blurted out before screaming in pleasure. “I’m cumming!”
She shivered again, coming down from her second orgasm as her body leaned against his chest, trying to catch her breath.
“Again,” he whispered in her ear.
Oh dear god, she thought. Not again. Her pussy was already so sensitive and sore that she couldn’t even think about cumming again.
“I said again,” he repeated, this time more controlling, more demanding.
And again, she reached her hands down, one hand on her clit and the other thrusting inside her pussy as she worked herself to orgasm as ordered.
After the sixth orgasm, she slid off his lap and collapsed on the couch, naked and exhausted. He got up, walked over to the pile of money she had left out of him on the computer desk and slipped it into his pocket.
“I’m not done with you yet. I’ll book another session, same time next week.”
And with that, he walked out, leaving her feeling like a cheap whore for paying him to watch her cum.