I stepped into the dim room, my bare feet smacking against the cold tiles. I shivered slightly from the chill in the air alone.
I sat in the chair that was available. It was large and daunting. It forced my legs wide apart in order to be comfortable, my genitals exposed. I heard light clicking of heels coming towards me from across the room, arousing me more with each step and bringing my penis to life.
The woman behind me touched my shoulder softly and spoke. "You can relax now, Mr Smith." She said calmly.
A deep blush crawled across my face as I mumbled an apology for not remembering the rules. She reassured me, but still went through them; no talking, no self-pleasuring until given permission, and definitely no touching below the belt. The severity of her gaze intensified as she waited to make sure I had understood before relaxing back in my chair.
My head bobbed up and down in agreement, "Fourthly, we will be taking pictures of you and your performance for our records. These will not be shared with anyone else, and you are not allowed to keep any copies."
Finally understanding what was expected of me, she gave a satisfied nod and said, "Good. That's a good start. Now I can undress and begin your edging ritual."
With that statement, she gracefully peeled away her skirt, revealing a pair of black fishnet stockings held up by a lace garter belt. Her blouse soon followed, exposing a lacy black bra which pushed her breasts together in an attractive manner.
She reached behind her back and delicately undid the clasp of the bra, allowing her breasts to spring free. They were heavy and full, with large areolas surrounding pert nipples that immediately hardened against the cool air. With a smile, she tossed the garment aside and turned around slowly, presenting me with her curvaceous buttocks. Her mound was shaved in its entirety except for a small patch of soft hair just above her clit. As she spun around, I could see just a sliver of pink flesh peeking out from between her folds. She walked towards me with a sultry stride, her hands tracing along my thighs until she finally kneeled between them.
"Mr. Smith," she purred as she leaned forward and enveloped my shaft in her warm mouth. I let out a moan as her tongue worked its magic on my manhood, sending waves of pleasure cascading through my body. She sucked hard, pulling almost all the way off before plunging down again. My hips thrust involuntarily, trying to get deeper into her inviting mouth. I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge when suddenly she stopped and pulled away with a smirk.
"Now now, sir," she chided as her hands returned to my thighs, "it's imperative that you stay in control during our entire session."
She carefully walked to the table by the wall, grabbing a tube of cream with her delicate hands. She returned to me and began lathering it over my throbbing cock.
"This will make it easier for me to edge you. Just let go and enjoy," she said as I shut my eyes and focused on the tingling sensations.
My body tensed as she moved up and down my shaft, massaging the cream into my skin until my balls were engulfed in warmth. I moaned as she worked her magic, causing me to twitch uncontrollably from arousal. Her gaze remained upon me, her hair tied up in a bun, a hint of pleasure in her eyes.
"Mr. Smith, I think it's time to get started. Are you ready?" The cream had numbed me just enough while also providing a comforting blanket of heat around my groin.
As soon as I nodded in agreement, she spun around and lowered herself onto me. She wrapped her voluptuous curves around me like an embrace, slowly grinding herself against me as I gasped for air.
"You can tell me if you're close--it's not my intention to make you fail," she purred, her tight ass cheeks graciously gliding down my shaft.
"My only goal is to give you an orgasm more powerful than any you've experienced before."
I was so close now, her movements growing agonizingly slow. My eyes were locked on her face, and I saw the smirk spread across her lips. "Not yet, Mr. Smith," she purred. "You know you have to hold off until I give you permission."
Her hips continued to undulate in languid waves, pushing me closer and closer to the edge while she taunted me with each thrust. I groaned, my breath hitching in my throat as she reveled in my torment. "Oh yes," she breathed, a playful glint in her eye. "You love it when I tease you like this..."
Before I could answer her invitation, she paused just out of my reach. Her presence was radiating heat and causing a shudder to run through me as I resisted the temptation to dive in. My gaze held her dark curls between her legs, enthralled by the thought of feeling my fingers sink deep inside of her.
"I'm glad you're so eager, Mr. Smith. Would you like a taste?" She opened herself up for me, and I nodded without hesitation. A twitch ran down my body as I reached down towards her hips and pulled her closer to my face. The smell of musk and strawberry was intoxicating, and I almost lost control before pushing my tongue into her inviting warmth. Her moan spurred me on, and I explored every curve with passion until two fingers slid easily into her depths. She gasped at the sensation, and bucked her hips against my face. I felt her hands pulling me into her harder as I licked and sucked on her clit, sending shudders of pleasure coursing through her body. As she neared orgasm, I strengthened my grip on her legs to keep her steady for the finale.
