If you lick it,
It will cum.
If you lick it,
It will cum.
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This device was fitted inside the folds of her pussy and had a tail that snuck just inside the opening to her vagina. He scanned her actual pussy, lips open, and created the shell using a 3D printer. This ensured a comfortable fit especially since her pussy lips seemed to him somewhat smaller than most of the women he had been with. Inside the form he built a rocking horse vibrator. A rocking horse vibrator forced the movement toward the two ends – one of which dipped inside and the other tapped onto her clit (of course).
The vibrator has rawhide strings that were attached from the top and the bottom and ran up to a waistband of the same material. The rawhide string was pulled taut to keep the vibrator close and she could feel its track through her cheeks.
He had the remote and the speeds were variable when they went shopping at the mall. She was wearing a short pleated skirt and a tight fitting jersey. Because she was small breasted she was able to go braless which he insisted on although she did have a t-shirt on under the jersey. No panties of course.
He turned it on a few times on the way to the mall just to get a feel for it. At the higher levels she bent over and in spite of his command to sit straight she seemed unable to do it. At the lowest level she could almost ignore it. Almost and it was very quiet at the lower levels. They went into the shoe department of a high end well known store. She browsed the shoes on display while he remained in a nearby section.
The shoe salesman was older than her, perhaps in his late thirties. He was dressed in a navy blue sport coat with a blue tie and white shirt. Black chinos and brown shoes were his grip on his true self. He hustled to get her size in six pairs of shoes that she selected, knowing this was probably a waste of time. Real customers started with one or two pairs. But she was pretty and had exceptional legs so he didn’t mind the break from the normal cranky old lady. The vibrator was cranked to a middle speed while he was gone.
When the salesman returned, the vibrator eased up, allowing her more control, although she reveled in the moistness between her legs. She was careful to open her legs just slightly while he put the shoes on her feet. The vibrator’s black cover would probably look like a thong, she hoped. She wondered if he could hear the slight hum. Perhaps it was her imagination but it seemed as though the boy was holding her foot longer, taking a bit more time than he needed, virtually caressing her foot as he put each shoe on her. Between shoes she would walk around the area and the vibrations would increase. She had all she could do to walk.
One shoe was too big, another too small. Another run to the backroom for the salesman. This time the vibrations went beyond reason. She bent over pretending to be caring for her feet. Feeling the vibrations spread out across her clit, swimming around her whole pussy, quickly coming close to summing. On the edge, ready to fall, then stopping completely.
She lifted her head and looked around. Her boyfriend was watching her from behind a shirt rack with a broad grin on his face. He loved to tease her. The bastard. Shortly the small vibrations began again. This time she opened her legs wider and tugged her skirt quickly to ensure it was out of the way. She looked into the eyes of the salesman who was staring between her legs. His eyes lifted and caught hers.
“Like what you see?” daring him.
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.” A confident smile crossed his face. “You have very nice legs, Miss.”
“Oh I thought you were looking between them.”
“I was.” He was matching her boldness blow for blow. “And frankly, sweet thing, I don’t get enough of it in this job. Everyone thinks I get to look up young legs all day long but this is actually rare. And I must say, a pleasant break.” The whole time he spoke he was holding her naked foot in his hand and glancing between her legs. “Is there something else I can do for you Miss? If you would you like to try on every shoe in the store, you’d be most welcome by my account.”
She giggled and said she would like to retry on the second pair she tried on. Meanwhile the vibrations were increasing slowly. She tried on the shoe but was unable to get up and walk around. The vibrations were taking over her being. “I’ll take these,” she said. “But I need a minute.”
He went to the register to ring up the sale but could not take his eyes off of her as she pressed her hands between her legs pushing her skirt between them. Pressing, leaning slightly forward, the salesman probably realized she was having an orgasm. Her eyes met his just as her body quivered, shook and she succumbed to the rumbling of a deep penetrating orgasm.
After a few moments, she pulled herself together and went to the register where she was joined by her controlling friend. “Hi, dear, how are you doing?” he greeted her. “There are some very exciting sales here, wouldn’t you agree?” He was looking at her chest when she first realized that her braless nipples were protruding prominently through her jersey.
He invented toys and she wore them. Often to work or while out in public. He liked toys that could be controlled remotely and so many of them were equipped with a WIFI capability and would connect to the nearest free outlet. It was also embedded with her work password and their home password. This allowed him to control many of the devices most of the time from any computer.
He also liked devices that could be hidden under her clothes one way or another. Most of them fit inside her channels but a few were strapped to her outer membranes. Today she wore a device that fit inside her vagina. It was rather small and long so she wore it comfortably. However, when he triggered it, the device expanded and pressed against the insides of her pussy. It applied a degree of pressure that was fairly severe and she could feel it expanding her inner walls and pressing on her g-spot. When he did trigger it would expand for exactly one minute, then contract, and repeat.
He initiated the sequence only a couple of times through the day. The first time she was in a meeting. Sitting, thank god, and just a participant. She clenched her legs while the device expanded. She did her best to concentrate on the meeting which somehow made the device more stimulating. She thought if she could actually concentrate on the feelings it generated she would be able to control them easier. But trying to stay focused on the meeting agenda and ignoring the relentless pressure accentuated her wetness.
He continued the rhythmic pressures for about 20 minutes and then he gave her a few minutes of peace. She thought he was done and could feel a mental sigh escape her spirit. A release of tension. Only to have him start it up again. This time impossible to avoid thinking about it. This time it brought her close to an orgasm as her mind wandered to images of him. His big broad shoulders leaning on her vulnerable, bonded body. His thick cock slapping her face and getting ready to penetrate deeply into her throat.
She thought about the times he brought her to forced orgasms with his devices. His vibrators pressed against her, out of her control. His manipulations, riding her up and down, conscious of each of her subtle orgasmic anticipations. And her not so subtle orgasms. And his continuation. Pulsating, vibrating, spreading tingles, encompassing her entire torso in tortuous, never-ending orgasms until she screamed.
And he stopped. Thank god, she thought as she returned to the meeting as though teleported in. A deep breath, noticed by her best friend Jan, but no one else.
Later in the day, she was alone in her office, waiting anxiously for him to return. Knowing he would. She sat, skirt pulled up on the rolling chair, legs open, panties pulled aside. She made sure she had easy access to her clit. She knew exactly how she wanted this to go. She had her own office although it had a large glass window in the door, and like always, she left the door open. Someone could come in and she would have to give up her plan. Her desk had a modesty cover which kept her legs hidden from those walking buy.
As though he knew she was ready and waiting for him. He started slowly taking a few minutes between expanding the device but after a few minutes he continued to repeat the pattern on a minute by minute basis. She had a document open in front of her on the desk. Both hands between her legs as she worked her clit, opening her lips with one hand and attacking her little nub with the other.
Right in the middle (or maybe near the end) Jeff, her boss, stood in her doorway to comment on the meeting earlier in the day. He leaned against the door jamb to emphasize the casualness of his comments. She removed one hand and put in on the desk trying to look as natural as possible. Her legs clenched against the expansion, one hand buried between them. A finger, not rubbing, pressed against her swelled clit.
Lots of nodding to her boss and “I hear you.” “Yes, I will make those changes in the plan.” And finally he left. Her slightly delayed orgasm was coming now as she opened her legs, slid forward even farther in the chair and leaned back. She knew how weird this position would look to anyone walking by but she had to give in, opening her legs as wide as possible, thrusting her hips forward.
Right here in the office. My god, the risk she was taking. What if she got caught? By Jeff! By one of her subordinates. Brian the cute young boy in shipping who delivered her mail. What if the word spread about what a slut she was? How she liked her sex filthy dirty, anywhere, anytime. But she didn’t get caught. She was lucky and knew she would do this again when he had another toy for her to try.
Watch me, she said.
I like an audience.
I like imagining your cock growing hard.
Imagining all your cocks
As I play hide and seek with my body parts.
Your response excites me.
I want to drive you out of control.
See my ass.
Let me lift and present my breasts.
Do you like that?
Oh, you like my hard nipples. Here.
Taste me, she said.
Lick the flesh of my thighs.
Smell the odor of my sex.
Feel my wetness with your fingertips.
Eat me. Suckle me.
All over and around.
With your tongue; your lips.
Squeeze my soft curves.
Wrap me in your arms.
While my legs in turn squeeze you.
Men’s orgasms cannot be denied. The sexual urge is primordial, basic, base. His mind is attacked by all sorts of perverted images and thoughts. Until he must seek a release. Somehow, any way. Not later but now. If not now, very soon, while the all encompassing urge grows stronger.
She who learns to tease can amass great power over him. Keeping him in state of complete excitement. Not in some chastity device but fully engorged, hard, straining his own flesh. Yet avoiding the finality of release for as long as possible. Driving him crazy until only one purpose drives him. Torture him, talk to him, feed his fantasies. Edge him longer than ever before and eventually release him.
For younger men you may need to release them before starting. Yes release them quickly, rest for 5, then begin again. For some men you may need to tie them up. Do so completely. No holds barred. No way out. You may need to excite yourself and this is encouraged. Fuck him if you want but don’t let him cum. Easier to control is to sit on his face. Keep him excited long enough and he will agree to anything you ask. Don’t be afraid to ask. Demand and he will obey. It is his nature.