Daniel's wife was furiously stroking his cock as he panted and bucked. Margot had been keeping him on edge and denying him release for several days now. Maybe as many as six. Six whole days of his wife teasing him and playing with him but refusing to let him cum. As she pulled at his cock now, he was seconds away from blowing. He moaned, and panted, "Oh god, oh god, oh god, baby, I'm gunna cum." His eyes were clenched shut, and he felt the sensation of an orgasm build up in his dick--but before he could, Margot took her hands off him.
He groaned, and begged, "Please, baby. Please, Margot. I'm dying to cum," but before he could plead any more, she covered his mouth with her hand and laughed. He hated when she did that; he hated it because it only made him hornier and his dick ache. She was stilled dressed in her work clothes, which was a trouser suit, only she had unbuttoned her blouse and had pulled her tits over her bra. The sight of them contrasted against her professional work clothes was only more fuel to his horny fire.
"No," she said. "My husband has not earned his right to cum just yet." Daniel groaned again. The build up was killing him. Hell, he was close to tears, here. Margot only continued to smile. Daniel was also dressed in his work clothes, but for him, since he worked in IT, it was just a collar-shirt and jeans. His jeans and tighty-whities (Margot's insistence) were at his ankles, and his shirt was pulled behind his head, no doubt stretching it out, but Daniel had bigger worries at the moment. She took her hand off his mouth and stroked his short hair, while, with the other hand, she began to stroke his cock again, very slowly this time.
The touch of her hand was like fire on his cock, and already he was having to hold back his urge to blow. "What," Daniel panted, "What do you want me to do?" He was desperate, and he would degrade himself in any way she wanted, do whatever her cruel mind could think of, if it would only get him his relief. She laughed again, and his cock twitched.
"Oh?" she exclaimed, feeling his need. With devilry in her eyes, she pulled her hand from his hair and placed it on his chest, pushing him back up against their couch and bidding him stay where he was, all while she lowered her head, brining it level to his cock.
Good God, he thought, if she starts sucking me off I don't know how much longer I can keep this up without exploding. But she didn't start sucking him, not at first. She gently glided her tongue over the head of dick, making Daniel squirm at the almost ticklish sensation. "Oh, Margot, please..." but before he could continue, she plunged his cock into her mouth--so far he felt his cock reach the back of her throat. His balls clenched, and a low moan escaped his lips. "Please, Margot, please." She was sucking his cock now, going up and down his length, quickly, and the over-stimulation actually did push tears out of Daniel's clenched eyes. "I'm...I'm..." he gasped--but again, before he could cum, her head was level to his, kissing him, invading his mouth with her tongue while he whimpered. Damn, she thought, I love it when he does that.
The hand she had on his chest was now at his neck, and when she was done kissing him, she squeezed gently and pushed his head against the cushions. "So sensitive tonight, aren't we?" she cooed. Her eyes were golden-brown, and Daniel could only cower at the joy he saw in those eyes. Joy and pleasure at his torture.
"Baby, please," Daniel begged. It was all he could think, all he could say. He needed to cum.
She cupped one of her breasts, and said, "Here." Dutifully, Daniel immediately took her breast in his mouth, sucking on her nipple, hoping beyond hope that this would earn him the release he so desperately craved. Margot leaned her head back, and let out a small gasp herself. A smile was wide on her face. She loved when her man sucked on her tits, and he did so now veraciously, no doubt hoping it would persuade her into letting him cum. He switched to her other tit, and for a moment she started to consider that she just might. He was being such a good boy-toy.
While Daniel sucked at her nipples, his erect dick dangling and dripping pre-cum, Margot slid a hand down to her pants, and unbuttoned them. After unzipping, she slid them down, exposing her white, cotton panties. They were soaked through.
When she pushed Daniel's head down, he immediately got the message, and knelt down so that his head was now between her legs.
"Ask nicely, and maybe I'll let you take them off," Margot said.
"May I please take off your panties?" he asked. There was tension in his voice, and Margot was astonished at what just six days of denial could do to her man.
"Why?"
"May I please take off your panties so I can eat your pussy?"
"Call me sweetie."
"Sweetie, can I please take off your panties?"
"That's not right. Call me darling."
"Darling, may I please take off your panties so I can eat your pussy out?"
"Call me mistress."
