Working (For An Orgasm)[ For Robert. The satisfaction of a well-earned orgasm is something very special, and well worth the effort put into obtaining it. ]Chandler: Even though I had a girlfriend (Marissa), Richard was so different in the way he and I interacted. With Marissa, we fucked (that was all she ever wanted to do, and though I enjoyed the feel of her warm, moist pussy around my cock shaft as we fucked, and the feel of shooting my load while I was buried deep within her was great—Richard and I had a different sort of interaction; and so I kept that to myself and never told Marissa about him. She would not have been at all pleased to know about him, and what he and I did together!With Marissa, fucking was this exhilarating, but fairly quick affair; and after not too long of a time, I’d be rolling over onto the bed next to her, having come with tremendous intensity—with Richard, my orgasms arrived only after a very lengthy, and deliberately drawn-out session, of what he called ‘earning’ them. Half jokingly he’d extol the virtues of working (hard) for any of the orgasms I might have while with him. Often, as I squirmed under his teasing, he’d say: “If you güvenilir bahis want to come, you’re going to have to do ALL the work. Understand? Whether you do or don’t, is not up to me. It’s up to YOU.” He’d be smiling as he said such things, and he’d be saying that just moments before was close to ejaculating (which he could sense); and then, just at the point where I was as close as I could come to having an orgasm—Richard would just stop stroking and teasing my cock! Those were the moments that were both agonizing, as well as exhilarating; and though by then I was in the very throes of the most intense sexual frustration imaginable, there was something incredibly enjoyable about being teased in that way.These were the moments that Richard savored the most—those moments where he had me writhing under his skillful, relentlessly teasing control; and enjoyed that as well. It was not at all out of the ordinary for Richard to tease and deny me like that for well over an hour; and sometimes (more than once) we went as long as two and a half hours of basically non-stop (no orgasm that is) tease and denial!After such a lengthy session like that, I’d be wasted, physically, güvenilir bahis siteleri but also emotionally, from hours of high intensity erotic frustration; but the orgasm that was ultimately obtained as a result of that long span of sexual frustration was the icing on the cake, the brass-ring, the ultimate reward, the ‘pay-off’, as Richard called it, for my willing participation in this form of heavenly agony; and he was right about that.”Nothing’s free,” Richard would frequently say as he teased my cock (with such attention to maintaining me at the very edge of intollerable frustration). “I mean,” he go on saying, “if I hired you to mow my lawn, or paint my house, how could expect to get paid—unless you did a satisfactory job of it? Huh?” At that point, he’d let go of my cock for a few seconds, letting my impending orgasm settle back a little from it’s previous intensity. Smiling, as he watched my cock throbbing and twitching, he’d go like that. “So, you see?” He’d say, “You have to EARN such a reward; an orgasm no less than a paycheck. Right?”Of course, I always agreed with him!But, eventually, there would come the moment (long awaited by iddaa siteleri both of us) where Richard would “allow” me to come. Having his “permission” was crucial. I understood that his permission was the very basis of our relationship in such matters. Richard always demanded total control over my orgasms (when we together that is). But I enjoyed this curious situation a tremendous amount; and that was why I kept going back over to see him again, and again, and again!Richard isn’t a very physically attractive man (he’s very fat, for one thing, and I think he has some other medical condition that he has only hinted at, but other than that, I want to keep getting together with Richard for as long as possible. The orgasms I have with him are of a different order of magnitude than any other I’ve ever known before; and though I do like Marissa, very much, and we could even end up getting married someday, our sex life is less intense compared to what I experience with Richard.So, when I eventually left Richard, I felt incredibly exhausted, but in what I call a ‘good exhaustion!’ I felt slightly weak in the knees as I got into my car! My balls ached! My cock was a bright, bright pink from having been so thoroughly stroked and teased for so long! But, it was certainly well worth having ‘worked’, so diligently and patiently, to ‘earn’ that last orgasm; and I’d be more than happy to ‘earn’ yet another one. The End