Amber's Ex

Amber decided to take her time making it to her ex-boyfriend’s apartment. It was just too nice a day to be in a rush, especially not for some dumb loser’s relief. She had texted him an hour ago that she was on her way, but she had decided to take the scenic route getting there. She took an easy pace down the two-mile nature trail that linked their sub-divisions, and even stopped to get an ice-coffee at the convenience store along the way. The whole time, she could sense Bo’s penis throbbing eagerly, waiting for her to arrive.
 
Bo himself was fidgeting and squirming, pacing naked in his apartment. He glanced repeatedly to door, and checked the window almost every minute to see if she was coming up the parking lot. He knew better than to pester her, but it was a Herculean effort not to text her to ask what was taking so long. Amber smiled to herself as she sensed him, even at this distance. His anxious Lust Energy filled her with a sense of calm happiness and serenity. When she was only halfway there, she snuck a thread of magic to his cock to increase the tension, making him throb so hard, it nearly made him cross-eyed! His hands shook as he fought the spells which prevented him from touching himself, but he had no more success than any of the other men in town. Amber giggled as she watched him struggle, her sexual senses giving her a full view of his naked form off in the distance.
 
When she was about half a mile away, she kicked things up a notch by tweaking his testicles with a spell that increased his semen production. He was already set at five times normal, making sure he had at least a month’s worth of blue balls built up by the end of each week. She couldn’t resist really putting on the pressure, though, and she increased it by a factor of three, forcing his body to produce fifteen times the normal amount. She slowed her pace a bit to make sure the extra build really took effect.
 
Bo was practically in tears with need when she finally reached his door. Before she could even knock, he yanked the door open and gave her a pleading look. She smiled sweetly at him. She was a somewhat plain-looking, reedy girl with horn-rimmed glasses, while he was a tall, but otherwise average looking blond boy. They’d been a cute couple, once.
 
“Amber!” he hissed, looking at her angrily. “You said you were on your way!”
 
“I was,” she said, pushing past him. “John’s got the car, so I walked.”
 
She sensed the pang in Bo’s chest as she mentioned her current boyfriend. Well, he was less a boyfriend and more of a live-in fuck toy, an increasingly common arrangement in this world of Sex Mages. But the fact remained, he got to sleep with her, while Bo lived in a studio apartment by himself, and no girl in town gave him the time of day, except to maybe zap his cock for a laugh. Amber smiled as she walked into the kitchenette and set down her coffee on the small counter, while Bo closed the door and stood there awkwardly, his penis throbbing intensely!
 
“It doesn’t take that long to walk between our places,” he mumbled under his breath. He was angrier than he sounded, frustrated on multiple levels, but he was too afraid of setting her off to really yell at her.
 
“Oh, you’ve been waiting all week. What’s a few extra minutes?” Amber turned and leaned back against the counter, smiling as she appraised her ex. She lingered her gaze on his penis, and the already painfully-hard organ quivered with renewed tension as she focused on it. A bead of pre-cum seeped from the tip, and Bo let out a shaky breath, hands trembling, and he had to lean against the wall a bit for support.
 
He grit his teeth, knowing she was making it worse for him with her magic, but he was in no position to call her out on it. She cocked her head to side a bit in that adorable way of hers, even as she subtly shifted her position to make her modest, but perky bust a bit more pronounced. Bo had to look away, and clench his fist to get himself more under control. She simply upped the pressure in his cock a tiny bit more, making him shiver with need.
 
“Amber—” choked out, then was cut off as his jaw snapped shut and his lips sealed together. He moaned out a protest, but Amber shook her head with an amused smile.
 
“Don’t,” she said. She had no need to hear him whining. She could, and did, read his mind with ease. And there was nothing in there that she hadn’t argued with him over before. Argued and won, with him writhing at her feet in helpless cock torment if he insisted on fighting with her over it.
 
He knew better by now than to bother. She pointed to the couch, and he shuffled over to it. He thought he might annoy her at least a bit by dragging it out in a final show of resistance, but all that did was stall things for himself. She upped the pressure on his cock a bit more, until the tension was actually painful, and he quickened his pace, practically throwing himself on his seat.
 
She spread his limbs with a thought, pinning his ankles and knees wide apart, pinning his arms up along the back of the couch. Amber turned and opened his fridge, rummaging through his food to see what was available. Not much, but she’d make do.
 
Bo squirmed and moaned as she helped herself, setting about making herself a sandwich. She took her time with that, too, leisurely assembling a turkey club, then bringing it into the living room, sitting on a side chair, and propping her legs up on the coffee table; despite himself, he couldn’t help but take in the full view of her toned thighs and calves. She might not have been the prettiest girl in town, but she had a nice, trim figure, and he couldn’t help but remember when those shapely legs had wrapped around his waist.
 
She imagined it to, and finally, after drawing it out for so long, she thought about slowly taking his cock inside her. Bo jerked in place as he felt the sensation of her pussy envelop him, the tight, hot, wet sheath taking him in, one torturously slow inch at a time. His whole body clenched, his eyes squeezed shut in a grimace, and he shook in her invisible bonds. His dick was on such a hair-trigger from the tension, that when the Phantom Pussy finally reached the base of cock, all it took was one flex of psychic kegels, and he tried to cum!
 
He whimpered and bucked, and she made the Phantom Pussy squeeze him a few more times to coax his load from his cock. But of course, it was far, far too early for that. Instead, his relief simply rebounded off his Orgasm Block, and his testicles burned with sharp pain as his seed was forced to stay where it was.
 
She held him that way for several long seconds, before she made the Phantom Pussy fade. He stayed taught for another second, his cock quivering in the air, before he let out a long breath. He straightened up in his seat as best he could and glared at her. He hated this so much. Why couldn’t she just make him pop and be done with it?
 
“Because it’s funnier this way,” she said, between bites of her sandwich. She looked over to his laptop, which was closed and tucked beneath the table. She pulled it out and opened it, settling it on her thighs as she leaned back in her chair, keeping the sandwich plate on her stomach.
 
Bo moaned uselessly. Every week, he changed his passwords, but every week, she simply read the new ones in his mind. She got into his system, and opened his e-mails and chat rooms, skimming through them. As she did, she sent another slow Phantom Pussy to envelop him. This time, she let it slide down once, raise up just as slowly, then slide down again before vanishing. And she slightly increased his cock’s sensitivity as she did it, setting him to writhe and whimper helplessly as he edged again.
 
“Still striking out, huh?” she said, skimming through several private message chats. Like many young men without a mistress, he had turned to the internet, using Reddit and Discord and 4chan threads to find Samaritans and White Knights, those bleeding-heart Sex Mages who thought they were cool helping desperate, teased guys get some relief, when no other woman would help them.
 
Unfortunately their anonymous services were in high demand, as such women were rarer and rarer to find. No such women apparently lived close enough to form that initial connection to reach Bo. Worse yet, some of the girls, it turned out, were just mean cockteasing bitches in disguise, suckering desperate boys like Bo to drive out to discreet locations, then teasing the shit out their helpless cocks, only to send them home even more blue balled!
 
Amber tsked as she read a particularly mocking e-mail from a faux-Samaritan, who had tricked Bo into coming out to a park in the next town over, then had stripped him naked and teased him to numerous edgings right in front of the early morning joggers, without ever revealing her face.
 
“You really need to stop falling for this stuff,” said Amber. She set the Phantom Pussy on his cock again, stroking him three times before making it fade, and Bo mewed pitifully. He thought ugly thoughts at her, and she scoffed. “Hey, watch it. I’m the only girl still helping you out at all, in case you forgot. I could easily just leave you hanging like these bitches.” She motioned to the laptop.
 
She then started typing, and Bo’s eyed widened, panicking. Who knew what she was writing under his accounts?! Amber chuckled and winked at him. “Just helping you out a bit.”
 
Bo was absolutely furious at how casually Amber toyed with him, teasing him with maddening spells, helping herself to his stuff, as if she owned him. They’d spent two years together as a not particularly great couple, and broke up precisely because they just weren’t compatible with each other. But then she got her Sex Magic, and he’d turned to her in desperation when he’d been given the No Touch and No Orgasm conditions like all the men in town, and no other woman would help him out. And so Amber had reveled in playing with him.
 
She flipped the laptop around. “I forgot to show you this last time. I thought you might appreciate it.” The browser was open to MageTube. Bo’s eyes widened and his cock quivered with tension as his eyes focused on the video; there on the screen was Amber, on her hands and knees, positioned on a bed with her rump in the air. Behind her, a tall, muscular stud had her gripped by the hips and was pistoning his cock into her with a steady, rough rhythm. Although Amber was wearing an elaborate domino mask to hide her features, and the man’s face was partly cut off by the angle of the camera, Bo knew her body, and the way she cried out during sex.
 
Bo seethed as he watched the stud, probably John, experience her body in ways he no longer could! The way the stud took control, was allowed to grab Amber and pump into her with full abandon, and Amber just let him, her own body barely able to stay up from the pleasure! She was in full ecstasy, crying out her passions as she let herself be helplessly fucked!
 
Of course, from the way the stud was grimacing and growling, it was clear that even though his body was free to move and use her, he wasn’t exactly in the best position. His rhythm broke as he shook and the strain on his face was clear; even as she let him use her, Amber kept his release locked down tight! As the stud growled in frustration, unable to maintain his thrusts, curling over her as he fought his Orgasm Block with a Herculean effort, Amber shrieked and spasmed and bucked on the mattress, mouth agape, eyes rolled back, thighs quivering as she came! Not just from the stud’s powerful thrusts, but from the Lust Energy of his frustration, his fierce edging causing her own pleasure to surge! His blocked climax only made her own orgasm that much more powerful, as if she was stealing his away to add to her own!
 
The video kept going, Amber forcing the stud to keep fucking her, clearly taking control of his body to make him thrust just how she wanted! Bo let out a shuddering gasp as the video kept going, and he let out a groan of his own as Amber’s Phantom Pussy returned! Four agonizingly slow strokes this time, making him buck his hips and jerk his cock in the air in time to cries of his ex-girlfriend in the video.
 
Meanwhile, Amber had come around the back of the couch, and leaned over it, lightly hugging him from behind and bringing her lips to his ear. Bo whimpered as her breath tickled him, and he tried to cum once more, just as the Phantom Pussy gave him a final stroke. “His cock is so fucking huge. There’s so much Energy coming off it, I thought he was going to fry my pussy from the inside!”
 
She could sense Bo was in agony from the sheer tension of his cock, the tightness of his balls, the extra sensitivity, the surplus of semen. She sensed his heartache as he watched the video. Tears were forming in his eyes to match the leaking pre-cum from his cock. The Energy of desperation was coming off him in waves, making her entire body hot with arousal and joy, her pussy wet with desire. He was already so tortured, she thought she might cum just holding him so closely!
 
So, of course, she upped his tension even more, increased his sensitivity, made his seminal vessels produce even more fluid, and set the Phantom Pussy to continue its torturously slow stroking, this time indefinitely!
 
Bo let out a muffled scream to match the cries from the video, thrashing and straining against her Binding Spell. His penis felt like it was going to tear itself in half! It quivered with the unnatural tension, until it began to vibrate, a little extra nudge from his cruel ex making it buzz like an electric dildo. Such unnatural stimulation forced him to ride the razor’s edge of release!
 
She held him and breathed against him, letting his Energy flow through her, sparks of erotic euphoria coursing through her body. Her grip tightened, and she reached down and grasped his cock. She cried out right into his ear and bucked her own hips as a lightning bolt of pure, uncut pleasure shot right through her arm, down her torso, and struck her pussy with unrelenting ecstatic force! She came just from holding him, shuddering and mewing in time to the cries of herself on the video!
 
Bo let out a muffled howl, but could do nothing as his ex used him for her pleasure, making it as excruciating as she could for him! This was meaner than normal, and he couldn’t fathom why. He couldn’t fathom anything! He could only writhe and scream and edge and cry, as she experienced an exquisite orgasm against his back and on the screen in front of him!
 
Finally, she let go, and sagged against the back of the couch, breathing heavily. The video was still going, still had ten more minutes of the frustrated stud railing her, this time in missionary, then up against the wall, then doggie style again. She’d let Bo enjoy the whole thing, mentally nudging him to keep watching, just in case his brain started working enough to realize he could have tried to look away. That was unlikely, though, as she set the Phantom Pussy to keep going, faster this time, firmer, steadily increasing in speed as the video continued.
 
She pulled away from her helpless ex and sat back down on the other chair, grabbing his laptop again. Grooving on the happy energy of his torment, she found herself feeling a bit magnanimous today. She went back over his string of messages, desperately trying to contact girls to help him, striking out over and over. No wonder he did so, as he came off so thirsty and pleading!
 
She typed a few more messages with some more reasonably phrased requests. She stopped when she heard the video end. Bo was thrashing and squealing as her Phantom Pussy rode him with eager speed now, making him utterly oblivious to anything other than his own desperate need!
 
She watched him edge and edge and edge some more, the sound of his squeals and the desperate whirl of his thoughts begging her to release him a euphoric music to her senses. She stood back up and leaned over the couch again, whispering in his ear.
 
“You know, I could, just, not let you pop. I mean, what’s stopping me? Yeah, we’re supposed to give guys a Sunday release, but that’s really only a guideline, not a rule. No one else will care enough. I could just leave you here like this all day long. No Samaritans or White Knights to save you. Just a bunch of cruel bitches, laughing as they sense you dying with need, probably pleasuring themselves with your Energy, while they let their own men blow their loads all over and in them…”
 
Her hand drifted down to his cock once more. Tears ran down his cheeks and he looked like he was in absolute agony. The Phantom Pussy moved with an utterly frantic pace, and his cock stayed clenched in one continuous edge!
 
She grasped him once more, and she shrieked right in his ear, as the mystic feedback made her cum again almost immediately! She held him like that, letting the pure pleasure thrum through her whole body, keeping her in an orgasmic high for several straight minutes.
 
Finally, she sensed him break. With a final rattling moan, he blacked out, strained beyond even the Magic’s natural healing effects to keep him conscious. She let go of him, and immediately collapsed against the back of the couch, even as she turned off her spells. He slumped over, breathing steadily in dreamless sleep, body twitching, cock throbbing with impossible tension. She smiled happily, looking at the utter wreck of him.
 
And with a thought, she opened a temporary gap in his Orgasm Block, and simple pulled the semen out of him. She slid every drop he had out in one long, warm, wet rope of male slime, gathering it to float in the air above him. Still unconscious, he couldn’t even appreciate the relief of pressure, though he didn’t have to suffer to sheer disappointment of a lack of true orgasm. This trick was even worse than a ruined one, offering no pleasure at all.
 
When his seed had been collected, she used her power to telekinetically smear it all over his naked body. Giggling to herself, she took the time to send a final message on the laptop, and then left her pitiful ex to wake up alone, sticky with his own goo, and his cock still aching for a true feeling of relief.
 
If he was lucky, one of her messages would finally get him some help from a girl who wasn’t total bitch like her. If not, he’d better start managing it on his own, because today’s sessions had felt so goddamned good, she planned on making it just as bad, or worse, for him from here on out!