Just A Little Scene: Taunting Phone Call, Magic Tease

Doug grunted and fumbled for the phone as it rang. Roused from his sleep, he barely registered the clock saying 3:30 AM as he grabbed it. Without thinking, he answered, muttering, “H’lo?”

A husky female voice answered softly. “Hey, babe.”

Doug’s mind lurched awake and he let out a soft gasp of “Sara…” He instinctively tried to hang up the phone, or at least throw it across the room before she could say another word, but it was already too late. His penis was already fully stiff and tense, and he felt her magic wash over his body. With a gasp, he rolled onto his back.

“So… I had some fun today,” Sara said. “Wanna hear about it?”

“Sara,” Doug said, his voice already shaky. “No, please, not tonight…”

“Aw, come on, babe,” she said, her voice thick with sensuality. “You always love my stories, don’t you?” Doug grit his teeth and let out a soft groan as he felt her magic start to thrum through his sex. “Aaaanyway. I went out clubbing with some friends tonight, and as you can imagine, I got hit on quite a bit. But there was this one guy, real pushy type. He thought he was so cool. I admit he was pretty hot. But he had such an attitude on him. Kept coming up to me and telling me how I was gunna have my mouth on his dick before the night was through. As if he could handle my mouth.” She paused. “Mmmm. You remember my mouth, right, hun?”

Doug let out a gasp of “Y-yeah…” as the energy on his cock began to feel like a hot, wet tongue tracing his length. Soon, his whole sex felt engulfed in a soft, wet heat, a phantom mouth slowly sucking and sliding along his shaft. Even before her powers, Sara could utterly devastate him with her mouth; now, she only had to think it, and the feeling of her mouth brought him to his knees.

“Yeah?” she said, and paused again, seeming to let him simmer in the sensations. “So after I told him to buzz off a few times, he still didn’t get it. I turned to him then and gave him a Look. Like, boy you don’t even know what you’re dealing with. His cocky grin faltered and his eyes widened. I could see the bulge form in his pants rather quickly. I think he was surprised. So I told my friends I’d be right back. I stood and I beckoned him to follow. Come on, I said. You should have seen him. Went from cocky jerk to horny little puppy in no time flat. I could feel his eyes running up and down m curves…”

Doug could see the scene in his mind’s eye, Sara beaming it into his thoughts. Doug watched the slick, but arrogant looking dude go slack jawed once Sara turned her full attention to him. Poor sap. His cock was trapped by her magic the moment she turned towards him. Obviously, Sara hadn’t minded his attentions, or she could have made him disinterested. But no, she wanted to see how long he would try. Apparently satisfied, she had him follow her towards the back. Doug found himself helplessly swooning to the image of Sara’s sexy body, her hips swaying hypnotically. No doubt she had been tantalizing his cock with her magic as she led him to the back. By the time they reached the small hallway which led to the back exit and she shoved him against the wall, no doubt he was ready to burst the moment she so much as breathed on it.

“I pressed him against the wall, like I do with you sometimes. He wanted to grab me, turn me around, and fuck me right there. I could see it in his thoughts. But he couldn’t fight me any more than you could. He was pinned to the wall, his cock straining to rip through his pants and feel me. I traced one finger along his bulge. Poor thing. It was more than he could take.” Doug felt the magic add the tracing of a phantom finger along his shaft as he was forced to watch the scene in his mind. At the single caress of her finger, even through his jeans, the guy completely lost it. His hands clenched into fists and he shuddered, he let out a hoarse cry as his expression contorted into what was unmistakably his “O” face. He came with incredible force. The stain on his dark jeans was apparent within seconds, so forceful did he shoot his seed.

Doug felt a burning jealousy for him, despite his obvious humiliation. Despite her numerous teasing and playing with Doug, she almost never let him cum. It had been at least three months since the last time Sara let him climax. But this cocky, in-over-his-head sap, had been blessed by Sara with that ultimate release. A humiliating release, but a release, nonetheless. He watched as Sara, laughing, let him stumble off, dazed and confused, trying to get to the bathroom and clean himself up before someone noticed.

The scene dissolved and Sara chuckled into his ear. “Poor guy,” she said with mock sympathy. “How about you, hun? You get any action lately?” Doug could not answer. His breath was coming in gasps as the sensations on his cock continued to build, taking him to he edge of that sweet release… but no release was forthcoming. Instead, the sensations continued on, the sexual pressure squeezing his will and his sanity. “Oh, that’s right,” came Sara’s voice. “I keep forgetting. You don’t know how to go out and get laid. Too bad you can’t masturbate.”

Doug let out a desperate cry, “Sara… please…”

“Well, I just wanted to tell you that little story,” said Sara. “Not that big a deal, but I thought it was funny. I’ll catch you later, okay, hun?”

“No, wait!” yelled Doug, but she had already hung up. The sensations continued to tease his cock for another few moments, then faded. It took him hours to calm down enough to get a fitful sleep, his unrelieved cock burning with the need for release. But he couldn’t even touch himself, thanks to Sara's magic. He could only pray Sara would feel generous sometime soon and let him cum. Of course, knowing her, she would then just post-orgasm torture him. Sara always found a way to make every pleasure a sensual agony.

Just A Little Scene: Instant Message Psychic Tease

Violet grinned. She had been Instant Messaging a guy friend of hers, and had gone on about the usual stuff, complaints about work, what she and her family were doing for Christmas, etc. She’d brought up how she’d gotten a new haircut, and she decided to e-mail him a picture. She also knew the guy was a raging pervert; several months of dating him back in college had taught her that. She was under no illusions as to what he might do with her picture, even one as non-sexual as a mug shot showing off her haircut. Mentally, she reached out to him. Even across an entire state, if she could focus on him (which helped a lot thanks to being in real time IM), she could read and tweak his thoughts. She watched him clairvoyantly as he opened the file and flushed just slightly, nodding his approval, not just at her haircut, but how cute it made her look. His libido flickered, and he thought briefly of touching himself, but immediately felt foolish and closed the picture. He messaged her that he thought it was cute.

The poor guy actually had no idea of Violet’s powers. She hadn’t truly awoken to them when they were dating, and while she had used them on him a few times, he had no idea that it was her handiwork. Part of that was her simply making him forget when she blatantly used her power. The other half was doing it secretly.

Violet caught that flicker of libido in his psyche, and flicked it directly. She giggled as she sensed his penis twitch, and he considered opening the picture again. Another mental flick, and he gave into the impulse, clicking open the picture file and glancing it over. She caught his thought of God, she’s s fucking cute, and she smiled at his unknowing compliment. She mentally fanned that little flame of arousal, and soon enough, his cock went from semi-hard to throbbing. She giggled as she watched him mentally struggle with himself, completely unaware that she was nudging the fight in his cock’s favor. A minute later, he was naked, staring as if in a trance at Violet’s picture, his hand slowly stroking himself.

She let him stroke for a good ten minutes, enjoying the physical show as well as all the mental images he conjured, with no help from her. Still perverted as ever. She loved it, even if she made him think she didn’t. Soon enough, his breathing became heavier, and his stroking firm and steady. He was coming to the brink of orgasm.

Not so fast! she thought. She planted a notion in his head that if she IMed him, he had to stop what he was doing and answer back.

[You got awfully quiet] she IMed him.

She laughed as she watched him freeze in mid stroke, the color draining from his face. Clairvoyantly, she saw his eyes widen and sensed a mild wave of panic wash over him as he realized what he was doing. He quickly fought to shake the haze of lust and think of something clever to respond with. Delighted at his perplexity, she couldn’t resist jacking him around some more. Figuratively speaking, of course. [You’re not doing something bad with that picture, are you?]

His eyes bugged out, causing her to giggle, but he thought of a lame, but believable excuse. [LOL, no, just using the bathroom] he said after waiting another minute, so it would seem like he got back later.

[Uhuh. :-P] she teased.

[Well, if you go giving me ideas, I might not be able to help myself] he said boldly. She smirked at the small sprout of hope that she would like the idea, and maybe get in on it. She did, in fact, like the idea, but it was even more fun not letting him know that.

[*rolls eyes* You’re such a guy] she typed.

[I try ;-)] he typed. When Violet didn’t respond, he was unable to resist, and started stroking again. He had cooled off too much, and he had to rebuild up to his peak. Violet waited until he was almost there, then IMed him again. She laughed as he shuddered, forcing himself to stop so he could type a response.

Poor, helpless perverted boy, she thought as she repeated this process for the next hour and half. Just can’t finish what he started. He even typed “brb” several times, hoping to delay her so he could finish himself, but she still interrupted him right at the critical point anyway. He was getting extremely frustrated, and more than a little pissed off. But he just couldn’t not stop and respond when she messaged him, even with his fingers slick with pre-cum. After the twentieth edging, she could see him shiver with pent up excitement, just aching to release.

Finally, she’d had enough amusement, and released the condition from his head as he started to reach the edge for at least the thirtieth time. Just before he came, she decided to fuck with him once more. [Careful you don’t hit the keyboard. ;-)] and she logged off.

He gasped and let out a quaky groan as he finally was able to spurt, drenching his chest and stomach. Violet smiled with delight as she clairvoyantly saw, heard, and felt his orgasm. And when it was over, she couldn’t help but laugh as the poor boy stared in confusion at the last line she’d sent. Slightly freaked, he had no idea if she was just fucking with him, or if she really knew he had been stroking. Of course, she did know. But watching him freak was just too funny.

You My Goddess

PART ONE
I am bound by your power, tied magically to a chair. Nothing holds me in place save your will, but that is more than enough to hold me in place no matter how long I struggle. Similarly, your power forces my eyes and mouth closed, blinding and gagging me. I sit there shaking and moaning pitifully, naked, my cock hard as steel as it bounces comically, glistening pre-cum dripping steadily.

For the past five days, you have kept me down here, tormenting me with your power. Your magic visits unimaginable pleasures upon my cock, directly overloading the nerves while mimicking the sensations of every sexual act possible. Similarly, you have flooded my mind with so many sexual images, sounds, and fantasies, hi-deffing non stop through psyche, that I will probably never need porn again. Despite this, you have held back my orgasm, only making me more desperate and increasing the pleasure slowly as it goes.

It’s only what I deserve though. You, in following your path of sexual empowerment, became a goddess, while I remained a mere mortal, unworthy of your attentions. We hadn’t talked in months, but I called you up one lonely night, looking for some play. You said you were busy, but if I was patient, you might have some free time next week to play with me, if you felt like it.

“Sure,” I said, “whatever.” I can almost hear the thin frown you make as you don’t much care for the attitude in my response. You decide to teach me the lesson, that one should never be dismissive of a goddess, even if she is dismissive of you. With a mere thought from you, I was naked, bound, and my cock and my mind (like there’s a difference in when it comes to these matters) are swallowed by your spells of pleasure. A simple gesture from you, a soul crushing torment for me.

Now, five days later, you appear in my apartment. You are naked, but of course, I can’t see you. I’m not worthy of that now, if I every will be again. You slowly walk up to me, tasting my emotions, my desperation, my frustration, my anger, my rapture, my hate, and my gratitude. You lean down and lightly kiss the slick tip of my penis, then take only the head in your mouth, and swirl your tongue around it. Sensitive as I am, post orgasm torture is a faint tickle compared to what your tongue makes me feel now. I let out a scream, muffled by my closed mouth, and my body shakes violently. I know you are hear now.

Not quite done, you stand up, turn around and touch yourself, moistening your lips. You then sit down upon me, letting my tormented cock slide fully into you. My world goes white, as entering you is like entering pure sexual Heaven and Hell simultaneously, so much pleasure, so good, yet so overwhelmingly intense. You even don’t move, you just sit with me buried inside you, letting me simmer in this maelstrom of pleasure. You flex your pussy around me a few times, though, squeezing more pleasure out a me. I am so overwhelmed, I could die. But you don’t let me die, you don’t even let me pass out, your force me to experience every agonizingly euphoric moment. And still, you do not let me cum. You remain on me for only a minute, but that’s all you need to utterly destroy me, burning away all thought and feeling in my mind save utter worship of you and the soul rending need for release.

You stand up again, and your juices still burn along my cock, the sensation of being inside you not ceasing. To top it off, the sensation of your mouth on my cockhead resumes. You smile as I shake and whimper and cry. After enjoying the show for a few more minutes, you decide you want some more. You float up and swing your legs around my head, resting your thighs on my shoulders. Suddenly, my mouth can open again, and I let out a stream of gibberish pleas, but you silence me with a finger to my lips. You pull yourself forward, and fasten your moist pussy to my mouth.

“I told you I had time this week,” you say. “This is what you get for not believing me, and just assuming I wouldn’t be interested. Now, I think you’ve learned your lesson, but you still have not earned your orgasm. Lick me now, pleasure me now, and if you manage to make me cum ten times in the next five minutes, I shall consider granting you the release you so desperately crave.”

I immediately begin to eat you out, completely enraptured by the scent and taste of you, and the sheer joy of giving oral to a woman. You let yourself go, enjoying every lick and kiss and suckle and nibble as I expertly fuck you with my mouth; quickly, you achieve orgasm, clutching at me and gasping my name when you peak. Over and over you cum, and in my haze, I somehow can count to ten, though I have no sense of time.

When you are fully satisfied, you pull away, seal my mouth closed again, and float down to a sitting position on the floor. You rub yourself a bit to enjoy the post-sex buzz, but you still do not let me cum. You let me suffer another minutes, before you say, “Well, that was fantastic, my dear, but I’m afraid I did say ten orgasms in five minutes. That last orgasm took you into six. Anyway, I have to get going, I’ve got a lot on my plate today. I’ll try to come back in couple days, and we can try again.”

Barely cognizant, I let out a devastated whimper. You simply laugh, and with a flick of your finger, you double the sensations tormenting my cock. Despite my exhaustion, I thrash like a mad man, feeling betrayed but even more distraught at the thought of you leaving so soon. “Oh, don’t be like that,” you say. “I told you, I’m a very busy woman. And don’t get mad at me. I made you a deal, and you failed to follow through, simple as that, so I think you’re not quite done learning your lesson yet. Maybe in a few more days, we’ll see how you feel.” You lean forward and purr into my ear.
“Besides, the real fun is just beginning.”

With that, you disappear, mystically teleporting away, and leaving me to suffer the agonizing rapture, of your whims.

Just A Little Scene: Bored Psychic At The Store

            Violet was bored out of her skull. It was another slooooow night at Victoria Secret, and as she sat at the fitting room counter, she glanced around to the handful of shoppers. She wondered again why a telepath had to work such a menial job; her Mentor insisted it built character to do some mundane work for a while. Still, this sage advice did nothing to help pass the time.

As she looked at the shoppers, idly reading their surface thoughts, she noticed one, a young man of about 19, who was nervously looking through panties in the aisle across from the counter. A quick glance at his thoughts confirmed he was looking for a sexy gift for his girlfriend, which was really a treat for him as well. Typical male.

            He caught her looking, and blushed, trying to duck behind the aisle. But, of course, Violet was quite cute, and so, he couldn’t help but sneak a peak back at her. She smiled lazily, and winked at him. The boy’s eyebrows raised a bit and he stiffened, slightly. He swallowed hard, and before he knew it, he was staring at her rather intensely.

By this point, though, Violet had already turned her attention to another customer, an older woman who wanted to try on a few tops. The customer entered the stall, and Violet went back to leaning on the counter, looking bored. She glanced back at the boy, and smirked slightly. The poor guy’s libido was already on a hair trigger from imagining his girlfriend in the sexy lingerie which surrounded him. The little telepathic tap Violet had given him as she winked was more than enough to open the floodgates of arousal, and give him a bulge in his pants. In such a state, he couldn’t help but “admire” her cuteness, despite the girlfriend he had back home.

Pretending not to notice the young man’s stare, Violet turned and started reorganizing the counter and straightening the area immediately around her station for about the twentieth time that day. However, she was an excellent multitasker, and while she set about her menial work, her mind slipped into the boy’s psyche and found the dial on his libido. She slowly started turning it up. She paused only when she heard him let out a low groan, followed by noticeably heavier breathing. Her back to him, she broke out into a grin, and resumed the increase, only slightly faster now.

Assuming the boy’s state of arousal was a 1 right after she winked at him, he’d let out the moan at about 4. In Violet’s experience, 5 was when most boys lost it, so she was quite impressed when he made it all the up to 7 before his knees went weak, and he half fell onto the rack of panties.

            Violet quickly turned at the sound of his collapse, a convincing look of concern on her face. “You okay, sir?” she said, coming over to him.

            The boy let out a lust filled gasp, and Violet held back a grin. The poor guy had to take care of his little problem and fast, or was going to starting humping the first thing he saw. “Oh, g-g-gawd…” he drawled out, as Violet helped him to his feet. “I-I’m sorry, I g-got to go!” A little wild eyed, he nearly bolted for the door, the only thing on his mind being to relieve the sexual pressure. Watching him go, Violet let out a huge grin as she imbedded a command into his mind that he would remain horny and not be able to release until he had thoroughly satisfied his girlfriend. Then she snapped the dial all the way up to 11.

She couldn’t help but chuckle at the boy’s desperate wail as he stumbled out the door, barely able to walk straight. Drunk with lust, he was going to make a bee-line straight for his girl’s house. Violet managed to mentally command him to call his girl for a ride so he wouldn’t have to drive himself. She also made a command that he couldn’t force himself on her, so the girlfriend would at least have time to find a secluded spot before they fucked in the backseat. In the state he was in there was no way they were making it home first.

Violet chuckled to herself again, both at the boy’s predicament, and her co-workers surprised and confused reaction to the man’s sudden outburst. She then glanced at the clock and sighed with annoyance. Only about five minutes had gone by; she still had two hours before she was off for the night. Next time, she was going to have to drag things out more.

Raquel's Driving Game

 "Hmm... well, this is what we get for taking the short cut," said Joachim, with a smirk, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. Raquel let out a resigned chuckle. They were driving back home in Joachim's Toyota Corolla, returning from spending the weekend at a friend's place, and unfortunately, the main highway back was congested from construction bottlenecking rush hour. Bumper to bumper, gaining maybe a couple of feet of ground every minute, they were pretty thoroughly stuck. At least the weather was nice, warm but with a cool breeze, so they weren't roasting in the car as long as the windows were open.

Joachim glanced to Raquel. "Well, hun, can you see how far it stretches?"

Raquel was already focusing her psychic power to cast her gaze out, clairvoyantly following the stretch of road for several miles out. "Jeez, we're going to be here a while. There's like an 8 mile back up. Two miles until the side road."

"Ah, I love having a psychic wife," said Joachim with a grin. "Makes life so convenient."

Raquel who winked back. "Always happy to be of service, dear," she said. They sat in silence for a while, Raquel flipping through radio channels, but finding nothing but adds and irritating talk segments. She sighed. "This is why we should have taken my car. I always have a couple books in the backseat for just such an occasion." She fished in her bag at her feet, and pulled out an issue of Time. "Alas, I've only one magazine, and I don't feel like sharing." She stuck her tongue out playfully at Joachim.

"Damn you hindsight!" said Joachim. They both laughed. Joachim thought for a moment. "Well... I might have an idea to pass the time," he offered.

"Oh?" said Raquel. Joachim just looked at her with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, and without even having to read his mind, Raquel knew exactly what he was thinking. She smiled at him. "Oh, you're so bad." She leaned over and kissed him. "We could be here quite a while, you really think you can take it the whole time?"

"Well, least till the next turn off," said Joachim. "Then we can break off and find a less cluster fucked route."

"Well, just in case, I'm getting behind the wheel, okay?" said Raquel.

"Fair enough," said Joachim, grinning wide. They waited until the cars stopped moving again, then got out, and quickly switched places, Raquel getting behind the wheel, Joachim in the passenger seat, reclining the chair back. Raquel glanced over, noting Joachim already had an erection making a bulge in his shorts.

"Ready, hun?" she said. Joachim nodded, and Raquel took his hand, giving it a kiss. Then, as she eased the car along with a slow crawl of traffic, she reached out with her mind to caress Joachim's psyche.

It was a wicked game they had played a couple times during long trips. Raquel would use her psychic influence to stimulate the nerves of Joachim's body, sending telepathically induced ripples of pleasure through him. Gently at first, but over time she would increase the intensity. She would not let Joachim achieve orgasm, psychically blocking him from achieving release, and he was not allowed to touch himself. He was also not allowed to touch her until they reached their destination; however, as soon as they were able to get some privacy (sometimes reaching the hotel, sometimes just pulling over into a hidden area), she would relent her psychic strokes and release the block on his orgasm. He was then allowed to do anything he wanted to her, fuck any hole from any position until he was thoroughly satisfied. Raquel would thrill to how powerfully he took her, swept up in his passion. She savored his every release, knowing she was the cause, and through her psychic link, his climax sent torrents of pleasure through her, causing her to climax with him.

This time, however, Raquel smiled slyly as she decided to mix things up a bit. As Joachim let out a pleased sigh from the telepathic touches, she took her magazine and flipped through it while she eased the car along with the flow of traffic, such as it was. Five minutes went by, then ten, then twenty. Joachim squirmed a bit and glanced to her. Both were wearing shorts and tee-shirts, and while Raquel's shirt wasn't designed to show off any cleavage, Joachim nonetheless admired the swell of her breasts.

Raquel picked up on his attentions, glanced over, and smiled at him. She slightly increased the strength of her mental caresses. Joachim let out a breath and settled himself in for the ride. He kept glancing at the mile markers until finally, the side road was in sight, about a half mile away. It'd be a longer road home, but he was confident he could handle it, better than trying to creep through the traffic jam. As they neared the turn off, Joachim closed his eyes and let himself ease more into her touch. His eyes fluttered open again a few minutes later, as Raquel again increased the stimulation, and he gasped. Joachim checked the mile markers again and blinked.

"Uh, Raquel, I think you missed the turn," he said.

Raquel glanced up from the magazine. "Oh, yeah," she said. "Whoops." She smirked at Joachim.

"You did that on purpose, you minx!" said Joachim.

"Tee hee," teased Raquel, sticking her tongue out, and causing the sensation of a hot, wet tongue to slide along his length. Joachim let out a soft moan. "Oh well, we can just make the next one."

It took twenty minutes, but finally, they reached the next one. "Uh, we're coming up to it," said Joachim. The psychic tongue hadn't let up, and suddenly, it "pressed" a little more firmly.

"No backseat driving, hun," said Raquel, with a smile, as she went by the off ramp.

"Oh, you bitch," said Joachim, grinning.

"Ooh, already at the name calling?" said Raquel. She puckered her lips and blew him a kiss; the tongue sensation on his cock became a full on mouth, sucking him sensually. Joachim let out a low moan.

"Jeez, baby," he said, his voice already getting thick with arousal. "Getting a little intense already."

"Tell you what, hun," said Raquel. "Let's make this a little more interesting. There's just ten more off ramps before we get to the one we usually use to get home. If you can handle passing all ten without begging me for mercy, we'll go straight home, and you can fuck my brains out like usual. But! If, before we reach the exit to get home, you can't take it any more, we'll take the next exit and go around the rest of the jam.

"However, if we do that, if you don't make it through all ten, when we get home, you will lick me to orgasm for every exit we did pass. And then afterwards, you will only be allowed to masturbate yourself to orgasm."

Joachim's eyes went wide. "H-hey, come on, I wasn't serious about the bitch comment..."

"I know," said Raquel. "I just thought I'd raise the stakes of our little game." She smiled as she let the terms sink into Joachim's head.

"Aww, that's mean," said Joachim. "I'll eat you out as much as you want, but you wouldn't really make me just masturbate, would you?" Raquel just smiled. Joachim chuckled nervously. "Oh, wow. You're being really mean today."

"Well, the next ramp is coming up in a few minutes," said Raquel. "If you want to give up right away, we'll exit and back out now, I suppose we could just go home and have regular sex..."

She smiled as she saw the wheels turning in Joachim's mind. She eased up the ministrations of her phantom mouth so as to not give him too much incentive to take the easy way out. He swallowed hard, and nodded. Raquel smiled, and resumed her psychic blow job. Joachim let out a sigh, and settled in for a long, long ride...

***

He'd made it as far as the seventh exit. Over that following hour, she had gone from psychic licking to stroking to outright fucking him with telepathy, intensifying the sensations after every pass. Finally, halfway between exits six and seven, gasping and sweating, body twitching, he'd grabbed Raquel's arm, and the words exploded from his mouth. "Oh, fuck, Raquel... st-stop, you win, you win!"

Raquel leaned over and kissed him passionately, using her psychic senses to keep an "eye" on the road. She immediately lessoned her psychic touches to a soothing, slow hum of energy, enough to keep Joachim excited and hard, but not enough to overtax him.

Joachim relaxed, somewhat, and lay back gasping. "Okay, babe, we're going," she said. With that, a few minutes later, she pulled off to the exit. At this point, the traffic was starting to flow a little bit faster, but it would still be faster to take the side road.

Joachim tried to keep himself under control as they went, but his eyes were locked on Raquel, roaming from her gorgeous face to her lovely legs and back again. When they got home, Raquel gave him another kiss before they left the car. "That's seven, babe."

Joachim nodded, returning the kiss, and his hand reaching out to clutch her right breast. Raquel let out a soft sigh as he massaged her through her top. He continued the kiss, his other hand cupping her face as the hand which clutched her began to move for her collar, the fingers intent and slipping beneath. Raquel's hands came up, almost reluctantly, and she chided, "Ah, ah, you know the bet."

"Please, please let me fuck you..." said Joachim in a low, husky voice. "Afterwards, please..."

Raquel smiled, gave leaned forward lips parted to give him another deep kiss. Joachim leaned forward, tongue already seeking forward. But with a quick dart, she gave him a quick peck to the lips and jumped out of the car, practically skipping towards the house. Joachim nearly fell forward, and blinked for a moment, before grinning sheepishly, and quickly following. "Oh, you bitch..." he muttered.

He felt the psychic touch along his cock begin to increase once again, climbing from the light tracing to an increasingly intense stroke of energy with almost every step towards the house. He got through the door, wincing as his overly teased penis rubbed in his shorts, and as soon as the door shut, he practically tore off his clothes. Standing there, he tried to catch his breath, but failed as the strokes thrummed even more intensely. He barely made it to the living room before he fell to his knees.

"Come on, baby," said Raquel. "I'm waiting." Joachim looked up and his eyes went wide, taking in his wife's gorgeous nude body, splayed over the couch. Her legs were spread wide, her back arched a bit to emphasize the swell of her now bare breasts. She reached down and traced a finger along the length of her pussy lips, pausing to press against her clit. She shivered and a bolt of pleasure shot through her loins. Even though she hadn't been stimulated throughout the drive, the anticipation of what Joachim was about to do, excited her immensely, and she was quite sensitive.

Wasting no time, Joachim crawled forward. He clutched at her legs, feeling the calves flex under her touch. Too riled up to take things slow, he fastened his lips to her sex, and moaned as he reveled in her taste. Raquel gasped, more riled up than she had realized; Joachim's own roiling lust washed over her psychic senses, spiraling her own excitement even higher. Lord, she had really run him through the ringer this time! Joachim began to suckle on her clit, she came almost instantly, bringing a startled, but delighted gasp from Joachim. She eased up her psychic touches on him, letting him get enough control to continue focusing on fulfilling his part of the bet, and let herself fully immerse into the pleasure. Joachim's skilled mouth caused powerful eruptions of pleasure through her core, and only minutes later, she came once more, leaning over Joachim and grasping him intently. "Oh, baby," she whispered. "Baby..."

Joachim was whimpering and shuddering, even as he put all his passion into loving Raquel with his mouth. He licked and probed at her pussy lips, sucking and nibbling at her clit. His hands ran lovingly up and down her thighs. She held him to her, one hand cupping at the back of his head, the other clutched at his back. Raquel's mouth was agape, her eyes half open as she bucked and writhed in her seat. She wailed in ecstasy and gasped his name over and over, even as her psychic touch spurred him ever on. A large stain of pre-cum was pooling the carpet even as her juices soaked into the couch cushion. She came again and again, her body jerking with each climax, her juices filling Joachim's hungry mouth.

So caught up in the wave of pleasure, they both lost count and track of time as Raquel simply continued to urge him to make her cum. Ten or twelve climaxes later, Raquel finally let Joachim go, and she fell back onto the couch, gasping. Joachim, groaning loudly, hips bucking, collapsed into a ball on the floor, his raging cock jerking like crazy.

"Get up," gasped Raquel, reaching with her power to force his body to move. "You were good, so good... you can cum, baby, cum inside me..."

Joachim managed to struggle up long enough to pitch forward onto Raquel, and, like a guided missile, plowed his overly teased cock into her slick, sensitive pussy. He penetrated, and both of them let out a scream. Joachim orgasmed instantly, holding Raquel to him for dear life. His orgasm was so intense, it overwhelmed her psychic senses, and she found herself climaxing with him, despite being thoroughly satisfied. He pumped into her with spasmic thrusts, and even when his first orgasm finished, he didn't stop, continuing to thrust into her until he climaxed a second time, then a third.

Finally, he fell to a boneless heap on the floor, taking Raquel with him. They two lay half conscious on the floor for a while, side by side. It was a while before they were able to rouse themselves, but when they did, they lay there, kissing and cuddling for a long time.

"Well... I think that's one game I'm gunna need some practice getting better at," said Joachim. He kissed her deeply once again. "But thank you for letting me cheat."

"MMmm..." said Raquel snuggling against his chest. "Only because you're just so fucking good with your mouth. But next time, I won't be so merciful."

"Deal," said Joachim. They both shared an exhausted, but thoroughly satisfied laugh.