Charms Delicious Suffering Pt 01

Charm knew it was a bad idea to visit Max. They had broken up over a year ago, but she did love spending time together. The real bad idea was that she hadn't gotten laid recently. The last time she had had sex was so bad (or maybe devilishly good?) it just made the yearning worse...

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Some self-absorbed German man who did not care about her finishing--if anything, she wondered if he made sure she didn't cum on purpose. She was sprung out on the bed, him on top of her kissing her neck softly, slowly massaging her clit. It was off to a pretty good start. Then he made slow, luxurious kisses until he got to her dripping privates. There was something in the slightly menacing way he laughed before sucking on her clit that made her think the following act was on purpose.

He began gently sucking on Charm's clit; just enough pressure to make her heart pound and her brain light up, but not enough to get her anywhere near the edge. She groaned in pleasure, trying to roll her hips into him so he would get the idea she needed more. But he put one hand on her hip bone and pushed her firmly back into the bed, and looked up at her with a stern look--she got the idea not to push it. Then with his other hand, he slowly started circling the opening of her vagina. Not putting his finger inside, but instead tracing around and around like at any moment he might finally put his finger in.

Charm let out gargled moans more and more, but every time she did, she got that stare again and everything would stop. She got the idea pretty quick and was feeling like a dog being trained--which, to her disbelief, was turning her on more.

Every once in a while he would pause, lick her clit briskly and fast, and trace the taunting finger through her folds. She would gasp, look down at him and... "Is he smirking?!" she thought to herself. A thought quickly forgotten when he began sucking harder and getting his tongue involved. His finger began slowly stretching her out. "Oh--OH," Charm stammered. She was so sensitive from all this foreplay she could barely handle it.

That time she was sure she heard a snicker. What was he even getting out of this encounter? She had barely touched him. She started to flush red as she could feel juices leaking out of her onto his finger.

He began working his finger tediously slowly in and out of her, his finger in a 'hook' shape rubbing against her G-spot from the inside... slowly building more and more tension. "Oh my god, please hhmmh," she cried out.

"You don't like?" he responded, pausing for a moment to grab the ice-cold beer beside him and take a sip.

"No, it's--it's not that."

"Oh," he said, sitting up on his knees. Charm could get an incredible view of his abs, muscular arms, and decently sized hands. He reached down and began to firmly but soothingly rub her clit again, very nonchalantly, as he took another sip of his beer.

Charm threw her head back and put a hand over her mouth to stop herself from moaning too loudly.

Then suddenly she felt something ice cold permeating her folds. "Ah--AAHH." It was wretched and blissful at the same time. Somehow ice cold and completely on fire. Her body's reaction was to move away. But instead, the large German man inflicting this pain and pleasure grabbed her hips and kept her steady. The audacity of this man! But also, thank god--it felt too pleasurably terrible. He worked the ice cube through her folds, tracing it closer and closer to that little nub. She was both aching for and dreading its arrival. Finally, he reached that juicy centerpiece and Charm became erratic. Moaning and crying loudly now, but his disposition never swayed. "Oh no, oh yes, oh no, oh yes." she cried.

Then before she knew it, the ice cube, only half melted, traveled down her vulva and he used his tongue to guide it all the way into her vagina.

Once secured, he swiftly and effortlessly rearranged so his forearms were on top of her, pinning them down, and then grabbed Charm's hands, placing them together above her head.

He started teasingly kissing her neck--so softly all the hairs were standing up.

Charm was a mess. All she could do was feel the ice cube very slowly start to melt inside her, right where she was aching for something a lot bigger and warmer.

While he kissed her neck and held her hands in one hand, he used the free one to trace around her nipple, then moved on to tweak them--then harder and harder until she just couldn't take it anymore.

She looked down and noticed he was rock hard and well-blessed. Every once in a while she could feel his penis graze across her clit and folds, and she would let out a pitiful moan. She was getting seriously frustrated that he hadn't put anything more than a single finger and an ice cube inside her.

Charm said, "Ugh, come on, don't make me beg."

He kissed her on the lips and slowly bit as one hand reached down and tickled her soaking vulva.

"Okay fine. Please. Please, I NEED you inside me. Please."

He moved swiftly again, and Charm was presented with his dick right at the entrance of her mouth. She decided to play along--I mean, he had been pleasuring her, even if it was frustrating.

He guided her head faster and faster and faster. "Fuck, is he about to cum?"

Then, to her joy and amazement, he stopped and moved down. He lined himself up to her vagina, looked her in the eye, and slooowly pressed into her.

Her voice moved up a few octaves and she squealed. First, he started fucking her very slowly. The warmth of his dick was a needed reprieve from the ice cube. He felt so warm and filled every inch of her. He fucked her slowly and very subtly rubbed her clit--not with any real pressure, but more with the light touch you might use to scroll on a device. It got her more and more excited, but she could also see he was getting closer.

This was going to be the best orgasm of her life. Her body was completely on fire, but she needed clit stimulation to cum, and he was being so gentle it wasn't quite enough.

Then finally he started to lose himself. She could see how much he was enjoying her tightness. He started fucking her harder and harder, massaging her clit more and more. She was climbing, chasing the high, almost there--he was in his own world of bliss and pleasure, riding higher to orgasmic bliss.

She started to cum. HARD. At the same time as him--but his orgasm was so consuming, he took his finger off her clit the moment she started to topple over the edge. She started orgasming physically but barely any of the pleasure came. He grabbed her hips and was pounding himself to the finish line, exploding in her. She was desperate to cum properly, thrusting down on him like a wild animal. She tried to reach down and get the stimulation she needed, but the wave was already gone. He collapsed gently on top of her, dick still inside. She gently rolled her hips, trying to massage and get some pleasure. She had never felt more desperate or empty. He just brushed his fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead, ignoring the obvious fact she was dying for more.

Had he tried to give her the best orgasm of her life and failed... or had he purposely tormented her?