Kat's Boytoy: The Complete Series

The complete Kat's Boytoy story, all in one volume! As with most of my work, the stories in here can be found on this blog or Literotica for free, but this book is slightly touched up from those versions to allow the stories to flow together a bit better. Kat's Boytoy has always been one of my more popular series, and I hope new readers will enjoy it as much as old readers, who I hope will enjoy it all over again! Thanks again for your continued support!

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Kat's Boytoy: Zoa Blues

NOTE: This story takes place after Kat’s Boytoy: The Party and Kat’s Boytoy: Wild Lust

CHAPTER ONE

My name is Kat and I am an Esper, a person gifted with psychic powers. For over a year and a half now, I have been enjoying an intensely kinky BDSM relationship with my boytoy, Ben. Instead of whips and chains and chastity belts, however, I use my mental abilities in all sorts of ways to dominate him, sensually tormenting his body and mind until he can’t stand it anymore, forcing him to please me while I tease him with only occasionally blessings of relief. If it sounds a bit harsh, don’t worry. It’s always been in good fun. I can be pretty intense with my sadism sometimes, but he’s a total masochist for my brand of psychic sex play, so it all works out.

At least, it used to. But all good things have to end someday, right? Ben came over to my place the other night, and I could tell he wasn’t bringing good news. Just heading to the door, I could feel the mix of emotions, mainly anxiety, emanating off him. When a person was that wound up, I didn’t have to pry to sense what they were feeling. Ben swallowed hard when I opened the door and gave him a smile, hoping to ease his mood. “Hello, boytoy. You aren’t due for another couple of days. Feeling tense already?”

“Already” was a bit of a joke. We’d incorporated orgasm denial into our sexual play since the beginning. I used to let him pop at least once a week, usually twice, but after last summer, I got into the habit of extending the time between climaxes. I loved to make him cum, but I also enjoyed feeling his sexual excitement and frustration wash over me as we fucked. I now usually let him pop only once every two weeks. Sometimes I’d extend it to three if I was feeling especially wicked. It drove him absolutely crazy, but when I did finally let him cum, it was unlike any orgasm most men get to experience in their lives. Trust me, I made sure it was worth it.

However, as he stood at the door looking almost pensive, his nine day stretch of blue balls seemed the last thing on his mind. I frowned a bit. “Are you alright?” I said.

“Kat, we, uh… we need to talk…” he said. 

Kat's Boytoy - Wild Lust

It’s me, Kat the Esper again, for another little tale of erotic adventure!

A year and a half had gone by since I had first seduced Ben into being my sex slave. Just a couple weeks ago, we had attended a sort of swingers party with a group of kinky mages and had decided that, kinky as we ourselves were, that sort of thing wasn’t really up our alley. The experience also left us both feeling a little sexed out, so we hadn’t fooled around or anything since then. I knew by this point, however, Ben must be getting antsy; one of my psychic tricks was to put a limiter in his mind that prevented him from masturbating or achieving orgasm without my permission, and two weeks was quite a while for the poor guy to endure.

Usually, we had our fun over at my place, but I decided today I would surprise him. About mid-afternoon, once my classes were over, I popped over to his place. I spread my psychic senses out to make sure he was actually there. If not, I’d make myself comfortable and wait, but if so, I considered tricking his senses into not being able to see me, and then play a prank or two on him whilst I was “invisible.” Childish? Sure. Fun? Heck, yeah!

Kat's Boytoy - The Party

ONE

Ben was running down a corridor, through an empty house that seemed to just keep going. No matter how many doors he opened, or how many hallways he found, he could not seem to find any exit. I smiled and laughed as he ran around in circles, while I followed behind, a ghostly figure always just at his heels. He’d given me a merry chase, but his efforts were futile. This was a castle of my own creation, and no man could escape its twisting confines if I did not desire it. I chased him until he could run no more, and he finally collapsed onto his hands and knees, gasping.

I smiled and walked around to the front of him. He looked up and swallowed hard as he beheld my completely nude form. My body was too much for his mortal senses to bear and he shivered as lust rose quickly within him. Within seconds, he was utterly entranced, helpless as I leaned down and cupped his face in my hands.

“Poor little boy, no escape for you,” I said. I smiled wickedly at him. “You’re all mine now. Once my spell is complete, you will belong to me, body and soul.”

“N-n-no!” he whispered, fighting me with every ounce of his will. “You won’t… take me…”

I laughed and leaned forward, kissing him. He moaned in utter rapture, his body trembling, as my mere kiss filled his every nerve with pleasure. I pulled away, and he all but hung in my grasp, gasping for breath. I could see his cock straining to escape his pants. I laughed, and with a wave of my hand, his clothes vanished, leaving him as naked as myself.

“Fight me as much as you like,” I said sweetly. “In the end, you will submit to me.”

“I w-won’t…” he said. “Y-you won’t… b-beat me!”

I chuckled, and leaned close, whispering into his ear. He shuddered as my breath tickled him. “Well, then, I propose a little challenge. If I make you cum with just my kiss, you will be mine. But if you can resist, I suppose I might give you another chance to run.”

Without waiting for a reply, I kissed him again, and he let out a loud moan. He brought his hands up to try and push me away. However, he could not bring himself to do so, and instead he clutched at me. He was shaking, hips bucking, as I continued to kiss him, overwhelming him with inhuman levels of pleasure. He tried to fight me, he really, did, but it was too much, too fast, and despite straining with every once of his will, his submission was inevitable…

Kat's Boytoy: Summer Visit

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Kat's First Boytoy

Note: This story takes place in the World of Civero.


PART ONE

My name is Kat, and I am an esper, a person with psychic powers. Growing up, I had always used my abilities sparingly, taught never to abuse them. However, by the time I hit High School, curiosity compelled me to test and flex my powers; I developed abilities of mind reading, mind control, and some minor illusion casting. I tried to follow my parents’ advice, but when you have such powers, you can’t help but play around with them a bit. Still, I was a “good girl” for quite a while; it was not until college that I decided to really get my money’s worth out of these abilities. What can I say? I was young, horny, and surrounded by similarly young and horny men and women whose lustful thoughts and drives could only be ignored for so long. I decided to finally do something I’d always fantasized about, but never dared to do, even in the hormone-drenched world of High School. I decided to use my psychic powers to fetch myself a boytoy lover.

I first met my boytoy Ben in Creative Writing. I thought he was rather cute, a tall blue-eyed redhead. He was quite creative, sharing stories of fantasy and adventure with the class. He was also shy and had a huge crush on me. Tall, with black hair, green eyes, and a fit body, I was exactly his type. I could feel his eyes, and his thoughts, draw towards me within minutes of our first class together. I smiled, and wondered if he might ask me out. He never did, though, and soon enough, I found myself too busy with school work to really think about dating.

However, halfway into the semester, I could still feel him gazing at me, apparently content to continue admiring me in silence. I would have been flattered, but for a distinct sense of lust radiating off him, getting stronger as the weeks went by. He clearly had a hard-on for me. I wondered why he didn’t just come up and ask me. Was he really that shy?

I decided to investigate this a little further. I figured if he was going to have naughty thoughts about me and not do anything for me in return, I may as well enjoy the show. Peaking inside his head, I discovered a very naughty fantasy indeed. It was rather surreal. He was imagining some sort of elaborate story wherein he was an adventurer captured by a witch, played by me. In the fantasy, I was intent on getting some sort of information out of him, but rather than torture him or use some kind of mind control spell, I was casting spells on his penis, driving him mad with pleasure. As he tried to refuse giving in, “I” would do anything from suck him to fuck him to stroke him to just letting my magic surge through his organ, driving him wild. It became evident that there was no information for him to give, and that “I” was just playing with him for amusement.

I found this fantasy extremely amusing, not to mention very arousing. This was exactly the sort of thing that I had fantasized about doing to someone (minus the witch get-up of course), but never dared to actually try. I decided to plumb deeper into his mind, and saw many similar fantasies. The details might be different, he might be a supervillain, and I a superhero trying to “convince” him to change his wicked ways; I might be a vampire and he a common villager who I wished to turn; he might be a hunter and I a fairy who had decided to capture him and teach him a “lesson” about respecting nature. Heck, some fantasies were even quite mundane, just the two of us in his bedroom, me stroking him slowly as I whispered teasingly in his ear. Always him helpless, totally at my mercy, as I took him to heights of pleasure he could only imagine. The more I looked, the more aroused I became.

Just A Little Scene: DVD Trap

Kate fought to hold back a giggle as she came home from work to find her husband sitting frozen at the couch. James was staring forward almost unblinkingly, completely enraptured by what he was watching. The TV screen showed a long slideshow of images of Kate, naked, in a wide variety of sexy poses. From the speakers came a low, sensual sort of hum, punctuated now and then by a giggle, or a woman moaning erotically. This was all that was required to trigger a set of telepathically implanted conditions that Kate had set into him just a few nights ago, as he slept.

She loved to do this to him, though she didn’t do it too often, lest the effect would get old, and James would become too freaked out. She would implant little notions and conditions in his head, never telling him what they were. Often, they would result in him being caught in a trap, a trigger that would leave him paralyzed in place, yet become strongly aroused, with the arousal building and building as the trigger stayed in place. Once, she made him become hypnotized by her panties while he did the laundry. Another time, listening to one of her favorite songs sent him crashing to the floor in immediate orgasm.

Today, she had set it so the mere sight of her naked was enough to leave him frozen in a sexual stupor, the erotic hum and other sounds making him light headed with arousal. She’d created a DVD slideshow of this, and set it to play just before going to bed last night, turning the TV off, but letting the DVD player run. Ergo, the first thing James would see when he turned the TV on would be the slideshow, and he would instantly be under her spell.

Kate walked in, coming up behind James, who was too entranced to respond to her presence; he was barely aware she was there. She looked him over, and fought back another giggle. He was dressed in his pajamas, still, and his penis tented the front of his pants quite lewdly; paralyzed in place as he was, he was unable even to adjust himself. It being James’ day off, Kate guessed he’d probably gotten up around 10 this morning, and come down to watch TV by at least 11. It was now 5:30 in the afternoon. Poor James had been suffering for at least 6 hours now, continuously aroused, unable to do anything but blink, breathe, and wait in desperation for Kate to come home and free him. She leaned down and, without breaking his line reached over his shoulder and adjust his penis so that it slipped out of the opening in the crotch of his pajamas. James penis practically leaped from hole, visibly throbbing and leaking pre-cum steadily, greeting Kate like a hyper-excited puppy dog.

She dared not touch him directly. Although she had set it so he could not orgasm just from his arousal, he was so wired up right now, a mere tap from her fingertip would probably make him explode. She wasn’t quite ready for that yet, so leaving him only with a kiss to his cheek and a sultry purr in his ear, she stood back up and went to put away her things and change. She took her time, organizing her things for work tomorrow, checking and responding to some e-mails and phone messages. Then, she took a nice relaxing bath, dried her hair, and rubbed scented lotion on her skin, the coconut smelling kind that had driven James absolutely nuts since before she even met him. After a couple of hours, she was ready.

She came downstairs, and James was still there, still suffering, his cock nearly trembling with overblown excitement. James looked like he was about to cry from desperation. She smiled, and got down on her hands and knees, creeping around to the front of the couch, and kneeling between his legs, again without breaking his line of sight to the TV, ensuring he would still be entranced. She watched his face for a few moments, taking in his expressions of desperation and arousal, then eyed his cock, nearly hypnotized herself as she watched the large, blazing hot organ pulse away, so ready for her touch. She licked her lips and leaned forward. She closed her mouth around just his penis head and gave the tip of him a single lick.

With a scream, he exploded into her mouth. The shots were large, thick, and forceful, a days worth of continuously building tension culminating in a massive ejaculation, but she dutifully swallowed every drop. She continued to suckle him gently, her tongue running circles around his cockhead as he came and came and came. His release undid the spell, and James nearly doubled over, hands clutching repeatedly at her back as he curled over her, gasping her name in thanks and rapture. And when his climax completed, still she suckled him, bobbing her head a bit; within moments, his perfect pleasure was now a pleasurable torment, as his now hypersensitive penishead could not handle more stimulation. James tried to pull her off, but that too, was accounted for, and a telepathic command prevented him from doing so. He could only sit there, trapped and tortured by his wife’s wicked mind and mouth. Kate could feel hot tears drop onto her back as James thrashed in her grip.

Still, this torment did not last as long as it probably seemed for James. After only a minute of post-orgasm stimulation, Kate released him, letting his cock finally shrink down, at least somewhat. James sagged down, and she pushed him up, letting him fall back against the back of the couch. She quickly turned and shut off the DVD and TV so he wouldn’t be trapped again.

Wiping her mouth, she slid up onto the couch and curled up next to James, who laid back only half-way conscious, but radiating heat and utter contentment in his post-orgasmic haze. She kissed his cheek again and whispered in his ear, “Gotcha.” James moaned consent at his “defeat” and Kate laughed. “Don’t worry, baby, in return, I’ll let you do anything you want to me for the next three days.” That got James attention and he shook his head to clear the cobwebs, giving her an eager look. She laughed again. “Well, on one condition: you can do anything you want to me, but every time you cum, that’s another trap you’ll have to watch out for next month.”

James swallowed, gave Kate a once over, then slowly nodded. Kate grinned. One orgasm was not enough to blunt the build up of her trap, especially for a three day time period; Kate was going to have plenty of traps to make afterwards.

Violet vs Sara

ONE

Violet sat staring at the chalkboard as her math professor droned on about matrices. College Algebra was so tedious, but it was the last math credit she would need for her grad plan, so she suffered through it. She was taking notes, but her mind wasn’t really paying attention, instead focusing on other things to pass the time. She blinked as she felt something small tap the back of her head, and a little ball of paper landed in front of her on her desk. She unfolded the paper and had to hold in a snicker as she read the words “QUIT IT!” in a hasty scrawl. Violet looked back over her should and spotted Jim in the back left corner of the class.

Jim was red in the face, twitching, and fighting not to make any noise. The way he was reclining in his chair, the bottom of the desk pressed against his crotch; Violet could see the slow grind of his hips against the desk’s edge, trying to soothe a raging hard on. She could tell from the rapid motion of his chest that he was breathing quickly, and she knew it was only with a monumental effort that he didn’t burst out gasping. He was looking at her, clearly annoyed, and he mouthed, Seriously! Stop! Violet gave him the finger, a sly grin on her face, and Jim gave her a helpless look. She turned back to face the front of the class room and “ignored” him for the remaining thirty minutes.

When class was over, Jim practically tackled her right outside the door, giving her a fierce kiss. “You are so fucking mean,” he said when he came up for air.

“What, whatever do you mean, my sweet?” said Violet with a giggle.

“Don’t play all coy,” said Jim. “You were using your powers to make me horny as fuck in there. I was about to jizz my pants!” He seemed to have calmed some, but that was only for as long as Violet wanted him to walk straight.

Just A Little Scene: Ashley's Feral Girls

“Look through there,” Ashley said, leading my naked form to a large two-way mirror, adjacent to a door. As Ashley’s hand slowly stroked my cock, she pushed me up to the glass, revealing a carpeted room with no furniture. There were three women in the room, a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead. They were all naked, and had gorgeous, fit bodies. Red was curled up on the floor, sleeping. Blond was crawling around on her hands and knees, seemingly restless, but also seemingly unable to figure out what to do. Brunette was sitting and was idly chewing on a Popsicle stick, looking bored.

“What… what did you do to them?” I gasped. Her fingers stroked me faster and she all but purred into my ear, sending pleasant shivers through me.

“You mean after I fucked them senseless?” Ashley giggled as another shiver, one I couldn’t decide was of lust or fear, ran through me. “I’ve lowered their intelligence down to that of dogs. Not that they think or act dogs, but I’ve turned them into creatures of pure, animal instinct. Feral humans, as it were.”

“Oh god…” I gasped. “How… how could you do that to…” My words were cut off with a gasp as Ashley’s hand quickened again, and I found myself wincing in approaching orgasm. I clutched at Ashley, reaching behind me to grasp her body, but just when I felt myself about to peak, she squeezed that spot below the head. My body stiffened, and Ashley just held me like that, until the moment faded, and I relaxed in her grip. Ashley waited another moment, before resuming her stroking.

“It’s just temporary,” she said. “See, they actually really enjoy this. I leave just enough of their minds intact so that they are completely aware of their situation, but can do nothing about it, just go along for the ride.” Ashley giggled again, and she licked along my earlobe, biting it gently. She growled lightly, and I shuddered. It was enough to make me peak again, but right away, Ashley pinched me, holding back my climax. When the moment passed, and her hand resumed, she continued, “They love it, you know, the feeling of being totally at one with their emotions and desires, spending a few days being just pure id. They say when they fuck while in this state, they experience the most pure, raw orgasms they’ve ever had.” Ashley giggled. “Of course, it helps that I tease them a bit first, just to get them really in the mood. Watch closely.”

Ashley’s hand slowed its stroking, but didn’t quite stop, as I watched the three women in the room. Suddenly, they all stiffened. Blonde looked around more frantically, and Brunette dropped the Popsicle stick, her eyes widening. Red let out a soft moan and roused from her sleep. She looked about almost confused. Looking closely, I could see their pussy lips moistening, and their hips twitched slightly as Ashley poured raw arousal into their minds.

I felt my breath catch short as seeing the women grow aroused, and soon frustrated with arousal, excited me, and even the slow pace of Ashley’s hand made my cock shoot to the edge. Once again, Ashley pinched me off, and I grit my teeth, letting out a groan. Ashley giggled, and my groan was matched by soft moans and whimpers as the women started crawling around, searching aimlessly for something to relieve the aches between their legs. Even as Ashley’s fingers pinched off my orgasm, I could see the women’s juices already running down their thighs. Ashley was really letting them have it.

“Just like you, I’ve made it so they can’t masturbate,” said Ashley, “not even by humping something. And since they aren’t lesbians, it doesn’t even occur to them to use each other for pleasure. And they’re too stupid to even try and think of a way to relieve their predicament.” The women seemed to be growing frantic, desperately searching through the room, and even scratching at the doors. “Right now they’re on the hunt. The sole thought on their mind is finding a cock to fuck senseless.”

“Oh, god!” I gasped. Ashley let go of me, and led me to the door. “Wait!” I said.

“Just one thing before I turn you loose on them,” she said. She reached down and gave my balls a painful squeeze that took my breath away. “Don’t cum.” Before I could respond, she whipped open the door and shoved me into the room, slamming it closed and locking it.

Ashley had scarcely closed the door when the three women were upon me. Drowning me in a flurry of kisses, growling with passion, all three women nearly crushed me against the wall in their passion, before shoving me flat on my back to the floor. Before I could even catch my breath, Brunette had straddled my hips and mounted my cock, bouncing vigorously upon it. I let out a gasp, only for Red to plant her pussy right on my mouth, nearly suffocating me. I managed to shift her back a bit so I could breathe, and started licking her enthusiastically, knowing it was what she wanted. Blonde let out a cry of frustration at seeing the other two take dibs, and I could hear her growl with anger. Part out of sympathy, and part out of not wanting a fight to suddenly erupt with me beneath them, I reached out with my hand and caressed Blonde’s pussy lips. She instantly let out a gasp, and calmed, positioning herself so I could easily finger her. The two women on top of me quickly climaxed, and they climbed off, Brunette letting Blonde mount me, while she and Red positioned themselves to be fingered. They switched positions yet again up Blonde climaxing.

Despite the amazing sensations of their pussies squeezing and milking my teased cock, I was too overwhelmed with the ferocity of their passion, and preoccupied with making sure they were satisfied, that I found it in me not to cum, despite remaining rock hard and near the edge the whole time.

Even with their reduced intelligence, they seemed to know by instinct every sexual position they ever tried, and were determined to put me through it. Missionary, cowgirl, reverse, 69, doggie, against the wall, from the side, upside down; I was like a hacky sack passed from pussy to mouth to pussy to mouth to pussy, over and over, with no chance to catch my breath.

Finally, after what seemed like hours and god only knew how many climaxes, the three seemed to have soothed their sexual cravings. I was too exhausted to go on. I lay there, panting and gasping as they huddled around my cock. They licked their lips hungrily, and their mouths descended onto my now horribly teased member. I gasped and writhed, clutching at them; Blonde and Brunette grabbed my hands and held them down, while Red sat on my legs and held my cock up for their mouths to feast on. It was incredible; three sets of soft lips, three wriggling tongues, three hot, warm, sucking mouths all attacking my cock at once, slipping me in and out of them, licking me from tip to testicles. It was beyond anything I’d ever felt. I lasted only seconds under their oral assault. I let out a desperate wail, and then, my orgasm hit me, stealing my breath away. Rope after rope of thick, hot cum launched from my cock, splattering all over me and all over the girls, just going everywhere. It was so intense that I blacked out for a few seconds.

When I came to, just a few moments later, the three women were cuddled around me, Brunette on my right, Blonde on my left, and Red on top, resting her head on my belly. We were a hot, sticky, sweaty, exhausted mess, and I fell asleep in their arms, feeling utterly content.

When I woke up, the three women were gone, but I was still on the floor. A blanket had been laid over me, and a pillow put under my head. A note had been left on my chest, and it read, “Thanks for the wonderful time!” Three red lipstick kiss marks had been made along the bottom, each one a different shade. I looked up as I heard footsteps behind me.

Ashley smiled down at me. “Well, that wasn’t so bad, huh? They told me you lasted the longest out of anyone I’d ever thrown at them.”

“Uh… thanks?” I said. Ashley laughed. “So, now what?”

Ashley smirked, and I felt her mind dig into mine. I let out a gasp as my cock went from semi-hard to full mast instantly, and a teasing vibration buzzed along its length. “Now,” she said, her smirk turning to a wicked grin, “I punish you for having an orgasm without my permission.”

I felt the sensation of a slick, phantom hand suddenly cup my penis head, and I let out a sudden, fearful gasp of, “No, please, mercy!” before the hand began to swirl, palming my head, and my words were lost in a cry of sensual agony.

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.

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.