It was surprising how quickly Mina and I fell into a pattern. I tried to keep her guessing but we naturally fell into a weekly cadence, with teasing through the working week punctuated with Mina giving me oral relief. She seemed much more willing to do this than before and I realised that she craved the feeling of being brought to the edge and then having to experience my orgasm while being denied herself. Afterwards, she would snuggle up next to me, aroused but now more happy and relaxed, as if the act was bringing her some measure of release from her own otherwise semi-constant craving.
I would admit to feeding that craving, ensuring that we showered together and making sure that I cleaned her very thoroughly until I couldn't discern the difference between the slickness of the body wash between her thighs and her own flow. Even in public, I would be able to slip my hand up to her chest and gently roll her nipple between my thumb and finger through the fabric. She allowed this to happen, so long as it was done discreetly, even on packed commuter trains. It was as if being able to fully live out her teasing and denial fantasy had opened up all sorts of doors in her mind, allowing her to go further with me than she would ever have considered before.
I would alter the timing of her release, but always at the weekend. If she'd had a rough week at work, I would save myself up and we'd have an explosive Friday night with orgasms fully allowed right through until Monday morning. To keep her guessing, sometimes I would deny her until Sunday night, letting her have a single orgasm early on and then asking her to service me later with Mina firmly back in denial.
Then, on one otherwise unremarkable Thursday, the game changed.
We were on the couch, cuddled up, fully clothed. I had been teasing Mina pretty mercilessly throughout the week and I could see that it was taking its toll on her.
"What do you get out of it?" I asked, "How do you feel right now?"
Mina stretched her lithe body out, taking a moment before replying.
"I'm feeling horny," she replied.
"You're always horny. I couldn't bear it," I confessed.
"I would never expect you to," Mina said, stroking my leg. "I, uh, I guess I've just gotten used to feeling horny. Before, I'd get horny when you kissed me, or when we were in the shower, or something, but then I could go the entire day without thinking about it. It had to be triggered by something."
She paused, trying to frame the words.
"Now it just feels constant, but like it's part of me, the feeling that at any moment you could tell me I was allowed to orgasm. I'd just have no choice but to go for it, before you changed your mind."
"What, even in public?"
"I don't know. I trust you not to embarrass me."
She shifted her hips slightly and I got the impression the conversation itself was turning her on. She seemed to have so many little triggers these days.
Mina sat upright and looked me in the eyes.
"I want you to fuck me," she said. "Please."
"Ah, babe," I replied, "You know the rules. You know what I have to do if you ask. That's going to cost you a day."
Mina nodded. Her face drew close to mine and she kissed me.
"Please, I want you to make me cum."
I was confused, but replied, "That's another day."
Her hand snaked down to my waist and began to unfasten my trousers. I felt her hand slip into my underwear, felt her fingers wrap around my cock.
"I'm going to get you hard," she said, "And I'm going to ride you until I cum."
My cock sprang to life, enflamed by the passion in her eyes. She shucked off her jeans and panties, positioned herself in my lap and lowered herself down onto my rigid member. She was already fully lubricated; the feeling of being enveloped by her pussy walls was exquisite. It reminded me, despite oral sex having become our new normal, how good it felt to be actually inside her.
"What are you doing?" I asked, incredulously.
Mina didn't answer, but began to slide herself up and down my cock vigorously, building up quite obviously to an unsanctioned orgasm. She pulled her t-shirt over her head and quickly unclasped her bra. Her beautiful grey-blue eyes were fixed on the sight of my cock disappearing inside her, her ample breasts bouncing up and down at my eye level with every thrust. I grabbed a handful of her dark hair and pulled her head back so she was looking into my eyes.
"This isn't allowed," I said, "You know you can't ask for an orgasm. You sure as shit can't just..." I winced slightly as I felt her pussy muscles clamp down on my cock as she enveloped me deep inside her. It sent a thrill through my entire body. I just wanted to take her breasts in my hands and thrust upwards into her until we both came. She was already close, a consequence of being teased and denied for days. I didn't understand why she had suddenly decided to break the game after weeks of....
Then I understood. I slotted my hands under her armpits and heaved her off me, depositing her on the floor between my legs. Mina was panting heavily, from the exertion of riding me and also, I could see, from being right on the edge of her orgasm.`
"That's really going to cost you," I said sternly. I laced my fingers through her long dark hair and drew her face towards my upright, rigid manhood, slick with her juices and my pre-cum. I teased her lips open and slid myself into her mouth.
"Suck, while I think," I said.
Mina began to move her lips up and down my shaft, swirling her tongue around my tip, sending waves of pleasure down my cock and deep into my groin. I felt my balls contract. She applied suction, popping off the top before engulfing me again, taking me as far in as she could manage without choking. I watched her bobbing up and down on me, feeling my own pressure build, aroused by the sight of my girlfriend's lips wrapped around my engorged shaft. She looked up at me, those grey-blue eyes wide and earnest, awaiting her sentence. It was the look that pushed me over the edge: my girlfriend putting herself completely at my mercy. I came and she finally closed her eyes, her throat muscles clenching as she swallowed my load and continued to milk me.
Finally, I pushed her off my cock and she sat still, hands in her lap, kneeling in front of me.
"I'm going to have to add another week for that," I said.
Her pretty face scrunched up.
"Do you have anything you want to say?"
Mina bowed her head, and said only, "Thank you. I deserve that."
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I understood why Mina did it. I could see that she wanted to suffer for an extra week, and it wasn't a case of being able to ask me to deny her for twice as long as she'd ever gone before, she had to have it imposed on her. She had to feel that she was in denial for a very good reason.
On the Tuesday after the weekend that I would normally have granted her respite, I decided to try something different. I hadn't touched her all day, and had forbidden her to go anywhere near her most sensitive area, even in the shower. I waited until the evening and then asked her to relieve me. Such was the rhythm that we had gotten into, Mina didn't bat an eyelid at the request and bent to the task of getting me hard and then taking me into her mouth. I told her to strip and led her into the bedroom, where I made her lay down on the bed. I straddled her chest and angled my cock towards her waiting mouth. She resumed, sucking me without a word and I could feel myself building to release. This time, though, I waited until I was on the edge and then slipped down her body to plunge myself into her pussy. It was already slick and warm, but she was unprepared and given that I was already teetering it took me a dozen quick strokes to unload inside her.
I felt her clench in frustration around me, unable to get there herself.
She knew why I'd done it. The feeling of her around me and cumming inside her was something that her denial game had taken away from me. It had become obvious to her that I was being denied something also.
It was a couple of days before she sat me down and we embarked on a very strange conversation.
Mina had made dinner, and we were sitting at the table finishing off, drinking red wine. I could see that she'd done this for a reason, since mid-week we'd usually eat on the couch in front of a show. She obviously wanted a more formal discussion and it wouldn't involve physical contact.
"How did you feel on Tuesday?" she began, "Was it nice inside me, for a change?"
"Yes," I admitted. I took a sip of wine.
"I'm sorry that you don't get to do that as much as you want."
"Me too," I confessed.
"As much as I want," she continued.
I was puzzled.
"I want you to be able to finish in me," Mina said, "I know you prefer it, and you shouldn't have to deny yourself because of my game."
I tipped my glass towards her in acknowledgement.
"But there's no way you'd hold out if I did," I said. "Definitely not in your current state. You orgasm too easily, it would be like riding a hair trigger."
Mina didn't respond. Instead, she took a mouthful of wine. I knew she was building up to another revelation from deep with the depths.
"Maybe if we found a way to control it," Mina said.
"How? You mean numbing creams? I'd have to empty the tube right inside you to get all the spots," I laughed, "Then I'd be numb as a brick myself. We'd just be going at it with neither of us feeling anything. Or are you talking about condoms?"
"No," she said, "I want to feel everything, and I want you to feel everything."