She had a blank, almost bored, expression on her face when he walked into the room. It had been a night of small talk and meta-quips: first date anecdotes that are partly or wholly manufactured from the tales of friends and the half-truths of experience. There was a kind of pervasive and predictable awkwardness that breaks its own spell and gives rise to furtive flirtation. But now, in the dim lighting and scattered shadows of her apartment, Danielle was ready to commence with her purpose from the outset.
The site on which they had arranged this meeting was run-of-the-mill, yet Adam was well-aware that the young woman he was meeting was extraordinary. It wasn't the bio from her profile that indicated something special or different, or her 23 years of age, or the somewhat incongruous blonde tint to her hair that draped in wisps of curls around her petite shoulder blades: it was her eyes. Even from the screen of his laptop there was something so invasive and self-satisfied about her expression. It was somehow a subtle whisper of exuberant self-confidence, not complacency or indifference, but assertive and assured. The lips were pursed as if in a tut, as if this pout had been crafted by years of cock-sure posturing and teasing playfulness.
Her name was Danielle, and she had noticed the effects of her appearance for some years now. When she was in her teens, boys began to stammer in her company. She had developed barely perceptible curves that year to add to the sly, pretty face, and her first boyfriend made no attempt to hide his appreciation of her newly-formed figure.
He would virtually beg her to fool around with him if they found a few moments alone together. Her first sexual experience was when her parents went out of town for the weekend and she decided to give him a taste of what he craved. She had bought some skimpy underwear to get him going, although she was well-aware that he didn't need the encouragement. Trying it on made her feel incredibly sexy; she stared at herself in the mirror for fifteen minutes when she first put it on, posing in different positions that hinted at exposing more of her body. She touched herself softly in appreciation of her own figure and anticipation of her boyfriend's raw lust.
From the moment he sat down, it was clear that he was desperate for her to pleasure him. The plan was to watch a movie, but Danielle could see a look in his eyes, a pure aching for her, that meant she should execute her seduction sooner than planned. She gave him a sexy glare, plunged her perfumed cleavage into his eye-line and softly cooed: "I have a little treat for you".
She saw his dick twitch in his jeans as the words left her glossed lips. She prolonged his anticipation.
"Are you excited for me?" A rush of adrenaline made her bold and uninhibited. She felt her pussy begin to moisten, and that was the final motivator that set her off. She peeled her light shirt away from her body and over her head. Her hair cascaded over her breasts, which proudly stood out from her slim figure. She unbuttoned her jeans and straddled him. "I bet you want to fuck me, don't you?"
He let out a groan, a sort of sigh that summed up his pleasure in the absence of the words he couldn't find. Danielle giggled; a teasing, trickling giggle that rolled from her tongue and made him aware of how horny he had become, as well as how vulnerable he now felt. She looked down at the bulge that ran down his leg. "Is that for me?" she teased once more. Before he could answer, she stood up and turned around, hooked her fingers into the waistband of her jeans, and slid the denim down her legs, releasing the curves of her ass and hinting at the tight little pussy that was covered by a thin strip of fabric. When she looked up, her boyfriend was struggling to contain himself. He was breathing deeply and had one hand on his cock, not stroking it, but sort of shielding it.
She kneeled in front of him and smiled a piercing, knowing smile. She lifted his hand from his cock and then, very lightly and very slowly, ran her fingertips along the bulge. When she reached the tip, she took her index finger and lingered, tracing small circles. It was a matter of seconds before he started to twitch, and although she knew what she was doing, it shocked and excited her more than she could have imagined. She could feel her heart pumping, and her clit was swelling and throbbing at the sight of her boyfriend, uncomfortable and ashamed, cumming in his pants because of her sexual power over him. She stifled a laugh into a series of soft mutters, staring into his eyes whilst he looked around the room and tried to stand and walk away.
She teased him about it afterwards and got such a kick out of his humiliation. She didn't want him to suffer, as such, but she wanted to feel that power, that dominance and self-affirmation that could only come from controlling a man's dick against his will. She set out to do this as often as possible.
It was no longer him begging for her to pleasure him; Danielle would take every possible opportunity to make his dick hard. They could be anywhere: in a crowded lift, driving, at dinner with her parents; it didn't matter to her. The more inconvenient for him, the more tantalising it became to her.
When Danielle reached nineteen, she took the teasing to another level. She would ruin her long-suffering boyfriend's orgasms by stopping as he was about to come, or get him to the edge of orgasm and then tell him to finish himself off whilst she watched. She would get him so worked up with her hand that as soon as she let his cock slide into her pussy, he would have to pull out and spurt his load onto the bedsheets (he was only allowed to cum on her skin or in her mouth if she was feeling particularly generous). She would lie on top of him in a sixty-nine position with her pussy over his face and demand that he lick her to orgasm again and again, whilst she toyed with the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue and squeezed his balls.
Other times when he went down on her, she would tell him what a shame it was that he couldn't make her cum like a real man because of his little dick. His dick was average-sized, but she enjoyed the added humiliation of this insult, and sometimes extended it by asking him whether he thought other men found her sexy. When he said yes, she asked if they wanted to fill her pussy with their big cocks. This made him work even harder for her orgasms, which were his only sign of her approval.
Once, she had told him to take a Viagra pill. He didn't ask how she had acquired it, or why she wanted him to take it, he just obeyed her wishes as he usually did and waited for her next move. She had then tied him to the bed and left him there until she felt the Viagra would have taken effect. She didn't want to start teasing him until she was sure it was the Viagra that had taken hold of his cock and not just the sight of her stunning body. She shaved her pussy to a thin strip, waxed her legs, perfumed her neck and breasts and slipped into a corset and stockings with no underwear. When she returned to the bedroom, he was fully erect and salivating at the sight before him. He was still in his underwear and he knew why. That night she made him cum five times: twice in his underwear with light touches, then twice through ruined orgasms. The final orgasm didn't produce any cum since his balls were completely empty, but she knew by the spasms of his body and the moans of pleasure that he was over the edge, and she continued stroking for five minutes as he begged her to stop, to further prove her utter dominance over him.
Danielle had developed a devilish, playful edge to her sexuality. She was never chastising when whatever goal she wanted had been attained; she would simply push out her bottom lip when her boyfriend couldn't achieve orgasm with her light touches, or feign a disappointed tone when she performed her favourite trick: making his dick go off in his pants. He accepted this treatment wholeheartedly, partly because he quite enjoyed being subservient to her whims and needs, but mainly because she was an absolutely, hypnotically stunning young woman: her breasts were not big, but beautifully pert and over-proportioned compared to her slim waist; her ass was tight, jutting out slightly at the hips and rounding perfectly to the back of her legs.; her hair had a blonde tint with light brown undertones, and her eyebrows were mahogany sculpted arches over deep, taunting eyes.
Danielle soon realised that it wasn't her boyfriend that made her this way. She was addicted to the tease, and she wanted to experience the thrill of making other guys feel this way so that she could get off on their humiliation, too.
Danielle's teasing had led her to this date; this dimly lit setting, this man who had been eyeing Danielle's figure from the moment she pecked him on the cheek and purposefully brushed the back of her hand against his upper-thigh. As he sat on the sofa in her apartment and took the drink from the coffee table, Adam asked how such an incredibly beautiful woman was single.
"Well, my ex-boyfriend was a nice guy, but... he didn't really do it for me". Danielle shrugged her shoulders and kept them there, with her arms forward and her breasts slightly exposed at the top of her dress. She saw Adam looking her up and down and hoped that he would ask more.
"Didn't do what for you?.." Adam had taken the bait. He gave a cheeky half-smile at his allusion to sex, which she had skilfully planted in his brain from the outset. He wasn't expecting the candour of Danielle's response.
"To be totally honest..." she tiptoed around the subject "he had a few little problems. For example, he liked my body. A lot"
"I can see why" Adam interjected.
