Elemental Bath

Max lowered himself into the hot tub, wincing as his sore muscles protested his movement. The water was that perfect temperature where if you moved, it would be almost too hot to tolerate, but if you held still, it would soothe the aches and pains away. Max settled into the curved seat, submerged just past his shoulders, and settled his head back against the nook which served as a headrest. He closed his eyes and let out a breath. After an 18 hour shift of solo work, this was exactly what he needed, especially when said shift had ended with him getting punched into the ground by a giant cyborg yeti. Or was it a sasquatch?

Oh, what the hell was the difference? Either way, he’d gotten pounded through six feet of steel-reinforced concrete before being left for dead. Fortunately, Max, aka “Max Out” was tougher than that, and had proceeded to pull himself out of the small crater, leap onto the creature’s back and smash away at it, until its robotic parts were in pieces, and its organic parts were black and blue and bloody.

It had been a nice comeback, but didn’t change the fact that Max felt like a tin can that had been left on the railroad tracks. Of course, it was only then that a fellow superhero had finally gotten over to Max to lend a hand. You would think a massive team like the Centurions would always have plenty of people to spare, but there you go. Apparently, today had just been one of those days where a few dozen things decided to go wrong at once, and the whole team had split up to handling multiple crises.

Now back at the base and finally able to grab some r-and-r, Max was trying to boil the aches out of his muscles. He lay soaking for a good ten minutes, eyes closed and breathing calm, before he decided he was good. About to step out, he opened his eyes and jumped when he saw someone sitting directly across from him. He fist was reared back ready to strike before his eyes fully focused on who it was.

“Fucking hell, Rain,” said Max, lowering his fist. “Give me a freakin’ heart attack why don’t you.”

Rain, the slim, dark skinned woman across from him had raised her eyebrow at Max’s sudden defensive jolt. “Sorry, Max,” she said. “You looked so peaceful I didn’t want to disturb you.” She watched Max catch his breath. “Are you okay?”

Max nodded. “I’ve just had a really long day and a rough night. Got hammered into a street.”

“Ah,” said Rain. “You okay?”

Max shrugged. “Feeling a little better.” He settled back down into the seat. “How about yourself?”

Rain shrugged. “Long day as well. We had to drive a bunch of shark mutants back to the ocean.”

“Shark mutants again?” said Max.

Rain raised her hands up in a shrug. “I know, right? Appears to be a splinter group from Dr. Chimera’s original batch. We figure they—”

Max raised his hand and shook his head. “That’s okay, I don’t need the briefing.” He still looked tired.

Rain smiled slightly. “You really are roughed up.”

“Be fine after a night’s rest,” said Max. He winced as he started to stand. However, as he stood, two tendrils of water rose up, grasped him by the shoulders, and pulled him back down into the seat.

“Before you go, let me give you a little something to help you relax,” said Rain. She gave him a warm smile.

Max smirked back, and said, “Be gentle.”

Rain closed her eyes and concentrated, extending her thoughts into the water of the tub, commanding its motions and shaping as she desired. Max felt the water around him ripple, like a concentrated current, all along his body. Then, the water pressure increased, squeezing every inch of him, the grip getting tighter and tighter, then suddenly releasing. Then, only certain areas of the water pressed against him, in a rolling series of squeezes that seemed to seek out where Max was most sore. Max let out a breath and let himself wince or gasp when one of the pressure spots struck a particularly sensitive area. When it did, the pressure would concentrate there, and begin to rub against him, like a liquid hand. The water flowed and pressed and caressed him all over, massaging his sore muscles thoroughly and precisely.

Rain smiled as Max let out a soft moan as her liquid massage worked its soothing touches over him. Max closed his eyes again and her body became translucent as she shifted her form into living water and joined the liquid around them. Her consciousness and senses extended to every single drop within the hot tub. She felt Max sitting inside her, felt his every curve, nook and cranny as the water pressed against him. She continued to massage him, even as her thoughts turned to somewhat less relaxing activities.

Max’s eyes snapped open again as he felt something swirl around his cock. A concentrated whirlpool of water flowed around him, sucking him. His eyes snapped open and he saw the Rain was gone, or, rather, that she’d shifted her physical body to join the water. He swallowed, slight sweat breaking out on his skin, and not just from the heat of the tub. Max was superhumanly strong and tough, but when Rain did this trick, turned herself into water and enveloped him like this, he felt like he was wrapped in something so much stronger. Rain was a force of nature, one you were glad was on your side.

Despite his tough guy exterior, the feeling of vulnerability excited Max, something Rain knew quite well. As the little whirlpool gently sucked his cock, he went erect quickly. The whirlpool began to ripple up and down, multiple liquid rings stroking him like tight lips just out of sequence, like several blowjobs overlapping on his cock at once. Max let out a low groan again, and gripped the edges of the hot tub. His fingers left noticeable impressions on the metal frame of the tub.

Rain felt Max’s cock grow hot and hard within her waters, felt its pulsing throb all throughout her being. Physical sensations were different in her liquid form, more a sense of pressure and motion than tactical sensation, but the throb of Max’s cock sent pleasant vibrations through her. As his pleasure grew, so did the twitches and jerks of his muscles, the hum of his groans, which caused her waters to ripple with pleasurable trembles. The more pleasure he felt, the more she felt.

Max’s breathing was getting heavy. The whirlpool around his cock became more frantic, drawing more pleasure from him, spiraling him ever faster towards climax. He let go of the tub, instinctively trying to clutch at the body he knew should be there, but his arms found only water. However, the water rose to meet him.

Rain was buzzing with pleasure now, and couldn’t hold herself back. As Max reached for her, she reached out to him, and the water in the tub rose up, encasing Max in a large liquid bubble. Tubes of air connected to his nostrils and mouth to allow him to breath, but he was otherwise completely encased. The pressure in the water increased, squeezing Max tightly, and he briefly imagined that his whole body was trapped inside Rain’s pussy, a tight, hot, wet womb lovingly pressing him from all sides. Max’s cock blazed with pleasure, the whirlpool sucked harder and stroked even faster, and with a loud cry, he hit his limit and erupted into the water. Long jets of cum shot through the liquid bubble, his super strength sufficient to propel the first couple shots clear out of the water. The liquid bubble vibrated until steam rose from the surface as Max’s climax cause Rain to experience an elemental orgasm.

After a few more moments, the water dropped back fully into the tub with a messy slosh, and Max dropped back against the seat. A part of the water rose up and Rain reformed into her flesh body, looking quite pleased.

“So, did that help at all?” she said, a little breathless.

Max grinned. “Oh, you know it. Makes me wish I could turn into a fish and just swim inside you forever.”

Rain let out a laugh. “That’s kind of creepy. But kind of hot, too.”

“Well,” said Max as he finally got out of the tub. “Want to join me for bed?”

Rain smiled slyly. “In a minute.” She reached into the water and then raised her hand, trailing a glob of Max’s cum on her fingers. She winked at Max and said, “I think I need a fresher bath.”

Super-Ex

Kate smiled sweetly at him as she stroked him just the way he had always liked.  Don gripped the edge of his seat so hard his knuckles went white.  He grit his teeth and tried desperately not to moan.

"There's no use trying to hide it, hon," said Kate.  "You’re not going to trick me into getting you off. I have super senses and super speed perception.  I can tell to the millisecond when you’re about to blow your load. I know just where to touch, just when to stop and start."

Kate's hands worked their magic, gently kneading his swollen testicles and stroking his iron hard penis first quickly, then slowly, the quickly again. She would occasionally pause to give his shaft quick, rhythmic squeezes, clenching the muscles in a way that mimicked his orgasmic spasms, which caused his body to immediately try and ejaculate. But just before he could, she would cut him off, digging her thumb into the spot just below his penis head, and squeezing around the base of him. The split second his orgasm started to fade, she would resume her strokes. In this way, she kept him riding the fine edge of climax, but never let him go over.

Don let out a suddering gasp.  "Kate... please... please let me cum... please don't... please don't tease me like this!"

"Nope," said Kate.  She laughed as he failed to fight back a groan.  "Shhh... remember sweetie, not too loud.  Don't want to alert the neighbors, after all."  Don's eyes went wide as he remembered they were still on his apartment’s balcony. It was late in the evening and the balcony lights were turned off, but he would be visible enough if one of his neighbors decided to see what the commotion was about. He looked around to make sure no one had spotted them. Kate took advantage of this distraction to kiss his penis gently, providing just enough suction to trigger his climax before she pinched it off yet again.

"Kaaaaaatte..." he gasped.  "Pleeeease..."

Kate let go of him and looked around.  She smirked, then in the blink of an eye, dashed into the house, rummaged through his stuff, then dashed back.  Don didn't even have time to register the absence of her hand before it was back, stroking slowly again, dragging precisely along every sensitive nerve.  She held up a golf ball for him to see.

"Now, Don, please pay attention," she said.  "I warned you that I don't want you to cum unless I say so.  You have a lot of catching up to do for me, Don.  All those times we had sex and I was left unsatisfied... every time you came, stroking off to one of my pictures.  I've decided every orgasm you had at my expense equals a full week without orgasm.  If you're really nice to me Don, I might give you a freebee now and then, but don't hold your breath."

"God... not fair... Kate... no fair..." said Don.  He looked longingly at his penis, her powerful hand touching him firmly, but gently, her face so temptingly close to his crotch.  He wanted more than anything to grab her head and push her mouth onto his cock and fuck her mouth until she was nearly choking on his cum. The bitch deserved that much by now, he thought to himself.

"Well, hon, you're in no position to decide that," said Kate.  "I'm a superhero now.  I've got power you couldn't even dream of.  And if you’re good, I'll watch out for you, I'll take care of you.  But if you're bad, I will punish you.  As far as you are considered, I am the law.  And by my law, your penis is now my toy, and you are now nothing more than my plaything."  She brought the golf ball into view.  "Now, Don, watch closely.  I want to show you what will happen if you don't do as I say."

Don watched as she held the golfball in between her thumb and forefinger.  He jumped as, with a simple, effortless squeeze, she cracked it in two.  The two halves started to fall away, but she caught them instantly, held the halves out in her open palm.  Then she closed her hand and made another effortless squeeze.  Don broke out in sweat and his eyes went wide as a loud cracking and crunching sound was heard.  Kate opened her hand and turned it slightly, dumping a small pile of dust into the evening breeze.

"If you ever cum without my permission again, then I will do to your testicles what I just did to that golf ball."

Don's eyes were so wide they seemd like they would pop out of their sockets.  Don looked horror struck at the hand that stroked him, his fear making his penis wilt for the first time since Kate had sat him down in that chair.  Kate smiled and leaned down, kissing his penis again, this time rubbing her tongue against the tip. The intense pleasure made him jerk in his seat with a gasp, and his penis stiffen to full once again.  Her pace quickened and despite himself, Don was rapidly approaching orgasm again; he couldn't even guess how many times it was now.

Of course, she stopped his climax yet again, pressing and probing her tongue and fingertips into just the right spots.  Don shook and moaned loudly as she held him on the screaming edge for nearly a minute.  Unable to stop himself he clawed and scratched at her hand and arm trying desperately to free himself from her grip, but to no avail.  He tried to push her head away, but she would not be budged. He tried to squirm his hips away from her, but she followed his movements easily. Don let out a primal yell of anger and lust.

"Hey, what the fuck is going on out there?!" said a voice.  His neighbor in the next apartment over threw open a window and looked outside.  Kate had to force a fist against her mouth to keep from busting out laughing at Don's mortified expression.

"Don? Is that you?" said the neighbor, his vision not yet adjusted to the darkness.  Out of the corner of his eye, Don saw Kate vanish instantly. However, he still felt her hand. Apparently the minx could also turn invisible!

"Don, what are you doing out there?" his neighbor had found a flashlight and shone it over to Don.  For a moment, Don could only gasp in shock, then spasm as Kate brought him to the edge of orgasm again.  His neighbor stood there with his jaw dropped.

All of a suddenly, Don found himself thrown against his bed, Kate hovering over him laughing hysterically.  She had rushed Don into his bedrom in the blink of an eye, so fast his neighbor probably thought he'd only imagined seeing Don naked and hard on his balcony.  Don was pissed and stood up on the bed, his hands forming into fists.

"Dammit, Kate!  What the hell was that?" said Don.  "Stop doing this to me, I did nothing to deserve this!"

Kate’s face flickered from amused to pissed in a heartbeat.  Her eyes flashed with violet light, and Don felt himself knocked over by an sudden burst of force.  Another flash, and Don cried out, curling into fetal position. He felt like someone had just slapped him in the balls with a dictionary. “Nothing?” she said through grit teeth. “You think three years of treating me like a damned blow up doll is nothing?” She realized her fists were clenched, and she caught herself before she hit him with another force blast. She took a deep, breath and composed herself, letting her smile return as she saw Don’s shiver form, his penis still hard, a throbbing with desperation.

"Well, Don, its getting late," she said. "I really should get going.  I think I can hear a bank being robbed across town. Now, remember what I said, no cumming without my say so, or its good bye balls.  If you do it again after that, it'll be good-bye penis."

"S-superheroes shouldn’t act like this," whimpered Don.

Kate laughed.  "Hey, you try being a goody two-shoes 24/7 and not start to get sadisctic urges.  I have to tell you, I actually appreciate this quite a bit.  Not only do I get to have my revenge on you, I get to vent some of these very unheroic urges of mine.  Well, toodle-oo, ‘sweetie.’  Sleep tight, better not have a wet dream tonight!" With a laugh she took off, out through the window, leaving Don to sigh with relief and tremble with fear as he tried to resist the terrible, burning desire to stroke himself to orgasm.

Magic Revenge

PART ONE

Robert was grinning smugly as he strode towards his girlfriend’s apartment. Well, to be more specific, one of his girlfriends’ apartments. A college senior with little to lose after graduation, or so he thought, Robert fancied himself rather adept at being able to juggle three girls at once. Technically, only Karen was his official “girlfriend,” while he considered Becky and Jane to just be fuck buddies. However, he knew Becky was infatuated with him, and he always dangled the possibility of going steady with her, as long as she continued to give it up. Of course, she had no idea about Karen. Jane, on the other hand, was aware of the two girls, but didn’t know that they didn’t know; she assumed everything was cool, and Robert saw no reason to break that illusion. After all, the three ladies were part of wholly different social circles, so what did he have to worry about? All Robert knew was that this morning, he’d gotten a stellar blowjob from Becky, and tonight, he was going to be balls deep in Karen.

So it was that when Robert entered Karen’s place, he was rather stunned to see Becky sitting on the couch, giving him a death glare. For a brief moment, he thought that maybe he’d gone to the wrong apartment, but no, he was sure this was the right one. For one thing, Becky was sitting on the couch Robert had fucked Karen doggie-style over so many times. “Uh, hey, how’s it going?” he continued, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. “I guess you’re friends with Karen, too, huh?”

“I suppose so now,” said Becky, crossing her arms.

“Um… okay,” said Robert. “I can explain.”

“Save it,” came the voice of Karen from right behind him. Robert felt himself shoved forward, almost falling on his face.

“Hey!” said Robert. “That was uncalled for!”

“Actually, I think it’s a great idea,” said the voice of Jane. Robert suddenly found himself being shoved bodily to the ground, forcing him to his hands and knees. It felt like a sudden pressure pushing down on every inch of his body. He tried to look around, but found his head forced to stare forward at the couch, where Karen and Jane joined Becky.

“What the fuck?” said Robert. There appeared to be nothing actually holding him down, and yet he felt a sensation like a tremendous weight was pinning him in place. He tried to struggle to his feet, but it was useless, like trying to shove against a solid wall. “What the hell is this?!” He glared up at the three women.

Karen, the tall redhead, gave him a look of smoldering fury. Becky, the petite blond, continued to glare at him, though he could see her eyes glistening with held back tears. Jane, the athletic brunette, just gave him a look of calm contempt. Jane had her hand held out, palm down, the fingers slightly curled as if gripping the top of a large ball. She twitched her hand down slightly, and Robert felt the pressure on his back increase. He found his head being forced down in a bow, and even though he strained so hard the veins stood out on his muscles, he could not resist the invisible force.

Tender Loving Cruelty

PART ONE

Tracy was a student at one of the few colleges to hold a mage-exclusive sorority and fraternity. Tracy, like most mages of the modern day, had only a trace of power, only being able to do a handful of little tricks, but it was enough to get her admitted and gain a scholarship to the school. Presently, it was summer vacation, and she was only one of two young women who were staying at the house over the summer. The other was Andrea, a demure, but very powerful biomancer. You couldn’t help but love Andrea, sweet and friendly as she was, but a lot of the girls were admittedly rather jealous of her. Andrea was one of the gifted ones; landing a high paying career would be a piece of cake for her. Tracy herself barely qualified as a bottom-rung shadowmancer. Other than a few minor illusion tricks, she really had nothing going for her, magic-wise. Heck, she could barely even turn invisible.

Still, no use fretting about it, especially on such a nice day. She had been off to do one of her summer classes, but when she arrived, found it had been canceled for the day. As she headed back, she thought of inviting Andrea for a quick trip to the lake at the end of town, having some fun on the small beach there.

As she came into the house, however, she thought she heard a low moan coming from the main lounge. Tracy caught the door before it could shut with the usual bang, and listened. She heard another moan again, and this time, there was no mistaking what it was. Tracy’s eyes went wide. She let the door silently slip shut and she walked a few feet over to the doorway which looked into the lounge.

Tracy gawked from where she peaked around the corner. Jake was sitting on the couch, completely naked, save for the black cloth straps that bound his arms down to his sides, and the blindfold and gag that partially masked his face. His ankles, however, were tied to a bar that forced his legs apart, granting Andrea full access to his genitals. Andrea, however, was fully dressed, and sat on the coffee table just in front of the couch. Her back was to Tracy, and she had evidentially not heard Tracy return home. Tracy wasn’t surprised, as she saw Andrea was completely engrossed in her work. With Jake blindfolded, and Andrea with her back to the door, neither noticed that Tracy had just stumbled upon them.

The young woman was taking a long, white feather, and was lightly tracing the tip of it along Jake’s penis. Tracy’s eyes widened as she saw how stiff and red the penis was; it quivered at the feather’s touch, and pre-cum was already seeping steadily from the tip. Jake let out a long moan as Andrea ran the feather with surgical precision along the length of his shaft and around the ridge and tip of the penis head, making tight little swirls at specific spots, an act that caused Jake to jump, his penis clenching hard at each point.

Andrea reached down, and brought up another feather. She brought it forward, and ran it along Jake’s throbbing organ. The second feather she focused more on Jake’s testicles and the nooks of his inner thighs, while the first she focused more specifically on his penis head. She occasionally brought the two together along his shaft for several quick swipes, before returning to either end of him. Jake squirmed like crazy, and let out another long moan, this one almost a plea. Tracy could not believe her ears as Andrea answered this moan with a smug giggle.

Feel Girl

PART ONE

The jewelry store’s silent alarm had been tripped a few minutes ago, and police response had been quick. Just as quick, however, was the call for back up; apparently, within a minute of their arrival, all eight officers had been taken down without a single shot being fired. One officer had managed to choke out a call for help before his radio went silent. It was quickly determined that a metahuman criminal was at work, and the call went out the nearest Centurion base to handle the situation.

Windrazor had been the only available Centurion of Epsilon base on duty that evening. Since the store hadn’t blown up, become radioactive, been dumped into another dimension, or started pouring out hordes of monsters, Windrazor was fairly certain this was probably a low-level meta causing the problem. Simple robber types usually were.

The silver-costumed hero took off from Epsilon Base like a shot, able to travel far faster by foot than any of the team’s jump jets. He crossed the fifty miles to reach the bank in just under thirty seconds. When he got there, the area had been cordoned off by more police, but no one else had dared enter the building. Unfortunately, no one had come out, either. Still, this seemed straight forward enough; rush in, grab the bad guy, rush out.

The world slowed to a crawl as Windrazor shifted to super speed. He increased his personal “clock” to the point that a bullet traveled almost as fast as a snail. Then he casually strode into the building.

Windrazor blanched as he opened the door to the bank. The unmistakable musk of semen hung heavy in the air. A quick glance around showed a mess of people sprawled all over the floor. These were the cops who had first come in. They all had their pants open, and were in the process of vigorously masturbating; several had large streaks of semen splattered up their fronts, or along the floor. Long ribbons of cum hung in the air, arcing from the cocks of two of the officers as Windrazor moved in the moment between spasms.

Just A Little Scene: The Bet

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Vampress Threesome

Normally, one would not expect to be accosted by vampires at the book store, but there you go. Even vampires like to peruse some quality literature now and then.

Well, some of them anyway.

“Some girls night out,” said Siobhan. “When you said you wanted to shop, I was thinking more Macy’s or JC Pennies, not Barnes and Noble.”

“We’ll go buy you something shiny in a bit,” said Aislinn, with a look of practiced patience. “I want to see if the next book in one of my series is out yet.”

“Oh, fine,” said Siobhan, pouting a bit, but going along.

As the two entered the book store, Siobhan quickly scoped out the customers for want of something better to do. Most were not to her taste. Still, as she followed Aislinn to the Fantasy section, smirking at seeing the sheer number of vampire novels on display, she caught sight of one young man, sitting alone on one of the store’s stuffed chairs, reading a comic book. Siobhan chewed her lip a bit, but decided he wasn’t too bad looking for a geek, a little thin, but healthy looking. She nudged Aislinn’s arm as the redhead sifted through the paperbacks. “Hey,” said Siobhan. “Cute one at your five.”

Aislinn sighed. “I wasn’t aware we were hunting already.”

“When aren’t we hunting?”

Aislinn frowned a bit. “Just doesn’t seem to be the right place for it.”

“Oh, sod you and your books. I found a ripe one. Looks like easy pickings for you.”

Aislinn glanced over and noticed the young man, who remained oblivious of them. She thought for a moment. “Well, he is cute.”

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: Dream Therapy

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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.

Just A Little Scene: Brutal Orgasm

“Hello, Janet, welcome,” said Karen. “I see you brought your boy toys.”

“Well, gotta earn their keep somehow,” said Janet, with a laugh. “Alright, boys, bring the stuff in.” Jake and Dan, both nude already, hauled in a large trunk, and set it down in Karen’s living room, then turned and stood before her.

Jake swallowed hard as he gazed at Karen. The red head was extremely attractive, and according to Janet, extremely powerful. Janet claimed that Karen had been her mistress for a while, and without Karen’s help, Janet wouldn’t be a tenth as powerful as she was now. And considering how powerful Janet was, Jake could only imagine how powerful that made Karen. When Karen glanced at him, she smiled warmly, that mischievous twinkle so common to Sex Mages in her eye. Jake blushed, but maintained control of himself; he smiled back and made a slight bow of respect, “Hello, Miss Karen.”

Karen, dressed in shorts and a green tank top, bowed back, and the sight of her cleavage almost made Jake gasp. But he kept his calm and his smile just brightened. He felt a gentle psychic caress, a sort of telepathic gesture of greeting from Karen’s mind. She smiled at Jake again and she seemed pleased with his response. He simply admired her beauty, and though it excited him, he kept his cool.

Dan, however, fidgeted nervously, and he stuttered his greeting. “H-h-hi, M-miss…” he said, and he gulped audibly when Karen bowed in return. She smirked. Jake glanced quickly between Karen and Dan. He recognized that smirk all too well. At first nothing seemed to happen, but suddenly, Dan tensed. His eyes widened almost comically.

Karen turned back to Janet and the two began to talk, leaving the boys to stand at attention incase they needed them to do something. With a blink, Jake realized that Karen was now naked; she had vanished her clothing in the instant Jake hadn’t been looking at her. His eyes roamed over her body, and he swallowed.

Next to him, however, Dan suddenly let out a ragged gasp, and fell to his knees. Almost as though he was being pulled along by invisible strings, he began to crawl forward, towards Karen. Karen completely ignored him until he was right next to her, and then, without even looking at Dan, or missing a beat in her conversation with Janet, she placed her hand on the back of Dan’s head, pushing him forward until his nose touched her clit. Dan’s body jerked like he had been shocked, but then his body stiffened in a whole new way, and Jake realized he had been frozen in place. Karen shifted slightly, and Jake could see that Dan’s iron hard cock was now trapped in place between Karen’s calves. She didn’t move, simply held his dick in place with her legs, and held Dan’s face to her crotch. Jake didn’t hear a word the women were saying, as he found himself almost entranced by the scene.

Jake broke out in a sweat as he watched the scene. Poor Dan. Jake knew that Karen was wreaking complete havoc in Dan’s mind, whipping his libido into a raging tempest of lust, sending wave after wave of brain melting pleasure through his sensitive penis. And if Jake suspected correctly, the seconds ticking by for him and the two women literally felt like hours for poor Dan, completely consumed by the grip of Karen’s power. He knew that even as Karen talked with Janet, giving no indication that she was paying the slightest attention to the helpless boy at her feet, Dan was experiencing a pure, sexual hell. All for no apparent reason other than whatever trivial offense Karen was probably pretending to have taken; if asked, she would probably say Dan’s stutter had irked her, and the boy needed to be taught a lesson in self-control. Or maybe this was her way of showing Dan she was flattered, or that she thought he was cute. When you got down to it, Jake thought, Sex Mages were lunatics. The worst part was, Jake couldn’t help himself from feeling a tad jealous. Who, then, was the real lunatic?

By Jake’s count, the scene stretched on for several minutes; god only knew how long it felt like for Dan. But eventually, Karen must have been satisfied with her handiwork, because Dan let out the most heart wrenching, pathetic series of whimpers Jake had ever heard and Dan’s paralyzed body suddenly jerked like a livewire had been shoved up his ass. As Jake watched, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped slightly as he watched Dan orgasm harder than he’d ever seen. Thick ropes of cum shot over and over from Dan’s organ, more semen than Jake thought it humanly possible to unleash in one climax; the shots struck the nearby wall with loud, wet splats. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, Dan still convulsing even after his ejaculation ceased. Dan’s whimpers went from the shock of such a forceful release, to the shrill, desperation of sensual agony from an orgasm forced to go on past its natural duration.

Only after another minute of this, did Karen finally glance down at him. The two women had stopped talking, both watching Dan twitch and shudder. Finally, Karen parted her legs slightly, and removed her hand, and Dan collapsed back in a boneless heap. For a few moments, Jake swore he was dead, but then he noticed the rise and fall of Dan’s chest as he breathed, however shallowly. His eyes, half open, were glazed over. If he hadn’t cum to death, he’d certainly orgasmed into a coma.

Two other girls, both nude, their expressions solemn but for the slight haunting of desire behind their eyes that you wouldn’t see unless you knew what to look for, came into the room, and grabbed Dan. They lifted him off the floor and carried him off somewhere to recover. Karen and Janet then continued talking. The other two girls, clearly female toys of Karen’s, came in and cleaned Dan’s cum off the walls. With their tongues.

Jake let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, and he felt a strong ache in his own, unrelieved testicles. But he composed himself as best he could. Karen looked to Jake, and said, “Now. What was that about Sex Mages being lunatics?” Jake blinked, and realized she had read his mind. He opened his mouth to apologize, but it was too late. He fell to his knees as Karen’s power grasped both of his heads. For a brief moment before his mind and body were drowned in sex beyond human tolerance, he crazily found himself wanting to thank her.

Ion's Wicked Lesson

Frank shifted his weight nervously as he crouched down among the trees. Over the course of the last two months, he had diligently worked to track the movements of a certain superheroine who had become the object of his desires. Ever since she had saved him three months ago from get eaten by a cyborg tyrannosaurus rex with laser beam eyes, she had haunted Frank’s dreams every night. He imagined tracking her down to her home, her opening the door, then gasping as he shoved her against the wall and kissed her passionately. In his fantasies, he would then either bend her over her kitchen counter and fuck her from behind, or he would push her to her knees and fuck her mouth.

Of course, when push came to shove, they were just fantasies, and if they ever really met in person again, Frank would probably be too nervous to do little more than try to mumble a greeting and stare bashfully at his feet. Being very aware of this, Frank had decided to do the next best thing: be a creepy stalker. And so, here he was, sitting in the small wooded area just outside the backyard of cozy looking two-story house where he had calculated his hero lived in when she was “off duty.”

He had parked his car a few blocks away and snuck into the woods by coming through the back yard of an abandoned property. The woods went right up to the backyard of his heroes abode, and he even found a nice little nook between the trees where he could sit down while staying pretty well hidden. He seemed to be in luck; not having any idea when she might show up, he was full prepared to make this an all day, possibly multiple trip endeavor. However, he apparently only had to wait an hour.

Just A Little Scene: Hard Lessons

Miss Cale sat, fully dressed, in the middle of a circle of boys, slowly swiveling her chair to look at each of them in turn. Fifteen in all, natural born trouble makers slowly learning how to behave. Unlike most boys, they resisted the truth of women’s absolute dominance of the world, and had to be educated rather more strictly than the rest. This particular group had been coming along slowly. They had stopped calling her "bitch" at least.

The boys were kneeling, naked, before her, equally spaced out in a ring. Their hands were behind their backs, and their steely hard penises stood at attention like good little soldiers. They fought hard to stay composed, but most could not manage it too well; some of the boys shivered, others whimpered or moaned, as each fell under Miss Cale’s studious gaze. Miss Cale allowed this to slide, however, hardly able to blame them; she was stimulating them with her power, steadily thought-stroking them which phantom hands and mouths, and many of the boys had not cum in months.

She had been at it nearly an hour before the struggling finally started, some boys unable to stand it any longer; several openly began squirming and moaning loudly, trying desperately to yank their arms forward to take themselves in hand, or to pitch forward and hump the floor. Some even tried to stand up and make a blind attempt to run as if getting some distance would actually lessen the sensations. It would not, of course, but the boys were going out of their minds with sexual over-stimulation. Their attempts were all futile, however; Miss Cale’s power also bound them in place, series of invisible, telekinetic hands and clamps pinning their arms and legs back, holding them upright.

Within minutes, almost all the boys were screaming in lust and thrashing like madmen. Only one boy, a tall redhead, managed to resist the urge to fight; he still jerked and cried out, but he alone was trying his hardest to just let the sensations take him. Miss Cale settled her eyes on him and she smiled. With a thought, she silenced the other boys, forcing them to be quiet. Miss Cale ignored their tears and pained expressions, focusing on the one boy who was trying his very best to except his test. Miss Cale cranked up the sensations on him, switching to a phantom pussy fucking his helpless cock, and sending even stronger jolts of pure pleasure through his loins. The redheaded boy wailed in sheer sensation overload, but unlike the other boys, he did not threaten her or try to resist her efforts. His struggles and cries were merely his own body’s natural convulsions from the stimulation. Miss Cale held him to this rigorous challenge for another five minutes, and then, the boy called her name in rapture, and declared himself unworthy of her gifts.

Miss Cale broke out into an elated smile. She had had her eye on this one, and he had finally passed the test. It was time to reward him. The other boys watched as the redhead suddenly rose into the air. His limbs were stretched out and he hung spread eagle in the air, suspended a foot off the ground in Miss Cale’s power. He gave out a quaking scream that sounded nearly like a death rattle, and then, his penis erupted like a volcano.

Semen arced high, nearly to the ceiling, but rather than splattered downwards, it hung suspended in thick globes and ropes in the air. The redhead continued to shake and scream, Miss Cale extending his orgasm past normal human limits, literally draining every possible drop of cum his body could produce, before finally letting him go. She gently set him down, exhausted and unconscious.

Miss Cale turned her attention to the other boys. They were staring at the redhead with various degrees of envy, hopelessness, and hatred. None of them got it yet. None of them understood that the redhead had finally achieved true submission. They would not cum today; perhaps next month, a few of them would finally figure it out, but considering this crowd, she was doubtful. For now, they would share in their fellow’s orgasm. It was the best they would get.

As she continued to stimulate the boys, the globes of semen in the air came together in a large ball, and then split into fourteen smaller dollops. Each floated down towards the mouth of a boy. Each boy had a horrified look on their face, and immediately strained with every ounce of will and muscle power to keep their mouths closed. Miss Cale savored the moment, letting them think for just a moment that they still had some modicum of control left. Then, with a thought, she destroyed that delusion, as she caused their mouths to pop open, and deposited the redhead’s semen inside.

Humiliated, overstimulated, and defeated, the boys were made the savor the taste before swallowing. When the cum finally slid down their throats, Miss Cale released them all from her power. The stimulation to their genitals stopped, and their invisible bonds released. The boys dropped to the ground, some curling into fetal positions, some gagging, some just laying their trying to catch their breath. Miss Cale stood, and caused the redhead to float up into the air, following behind her as she led him to another section of the facility, where he would be allowed to recover and continue to the next stages of “education.” The other boys, meanwhile, would remain here, their blazing hot cocks still prevented from release, teased daily until their wills cracked, and their resistance melted away. For now, all they could do was watch with burning envy as they observed the redhead’s look of utter peace.

Hunter's Vice

One of the awesome things about being a member of the Centurions was there were no shortage of superb hotties on the group. This, at least, was the assessment of the hero known as “Hunter,” the team’s stealth expert. The team boasted 100 members, and the gender ratio was 48 women, 37 men, and 15 “other”, which meant there was plenty of fine booty available by Hunter’s reckoning. Granted, half that booty was already taken, a chunk of them were lesbians, and another chunk had zero interest in sex due their superhuman natures, but that didn’t mean Hunter couldn’t appreciate the view.

The ladies didn’t always appreciate his… admiration… of their beauty, but the advantage of being Hunter was that you only really got caught when you wanted to. Having strength sufficient to lift 10 tons and durability enough to take a high power rifle shot point blank and come away with only a bruise was nice, as was having senses enhanced to bestial levels. However, Hunter considered his best power to be the ability to render himself completely invisible, silent, and scentless. He could not be seen along any part of the electromagnetic spectrum and echolocation could not locate him. Even signs of his presence, such as the form of his body underwater, or footprints in dust would not show. Even blood left behind on the battlefield would carry not scent if spilled while he was cloaked. This made Hunter the team’s best man for espionage, reconnaissance, and tracking missions, though he was a decent fighter as well. This also, however, allowed Hunter to indulge in a less than heroic hobby of voyeurism.

Just A Little Scene: Repaying the Tab

Richard came into the bar at the usual time, Friday night, 2 a.m., half an hour before closing. The moment he walked in, he felt the warm, soft sensation of a hand cupping his balls, and giving them an affectionate squeeze. Richard let out a soft, barely perceptible gasp and his hips twitched slightly. Even though he knew to expect it now, he was still so sensitive there that the touch made him jump ever time. He quickly sat at the end of the bar before anyone noticed his cock stiffen in his slacks.

Chase set a beer in front of him without even taking his order. Her smile was sly as she winked at Richard. He smiled back, and shed his coat, draping it on the stool next to him, not daring to stand up and hang it on the hook. The phantom hand on his testicles rolled them gently, in a soothing, yet arousing motion. Richard downed the beer quickly.

As the last few patrons began to leave their money, and Chase started wiping down the bar, Richard felt a fingertip settle on the tip of his cock. It slowly began to trace along the ridge of his penishead in a clockwise motion, tracing around several times before stopping and going counter clockwise. Back and forth, round and round. Richard, his penishead almost more sensitive to touch than his testicles, shivered and had to control his breathing as the others grabbed their coats to leave. When it was just the two of them, Chase went over to lock the door, and the fingers motion quickened. Richard let out a breath, and his cock pulsed with excitement. Chase pretended to ignore him as she flipped the chairs of the few tables over, and picked up the remaining dishes. She made she that every time she bent over to grab something, it was in full view of Richard, letting him see the shapely curve of her hips, letting her shirt slip up a bit to show off her skin, and the edge of the thong she wore. Richard’s eyes were glued to her ass.

Then another finger tip joined the first, this one starting at the tip and trailing down to the base. Up and down it went, tracing the main sensitive nerve line of his shaft. Richard had to grab the edge of the bar to steady himself on the stool. He let out a soft moan, dying to call her name, but he knew the rules. Until she was ready for him, he was not to speak, only watch her.

As he did, Richard remembered the first night he’d met her. He’d stomped into the bar, already half drunk. The bar was going to close in two minutes, and Chase had not had a very good day. As the other customers left, Richard demanded to be served. Chase had snapped at him, he’d snapped back, and he turned to leave. As needing to further feel like he’d won, he yanked an empty mug off the table and hurled it at the far wall, where it shattered, taking a couple small hanging pictures with it.

Just then, pain had exploded in his testicles, and he’d dropped to the floor. The pain kept coming, and, not knowing what was happening, he could only curl into a ball and sob. The pain slowly faded, and Chase had come over to him. She’d revealed she was a witch and if he ever did something like that again, she would crush his balls to paste.

Two weeks had gone by before Richard had come back, meekly entering the bar completely sober. She’d frowned at his presence, and immediately, he felt a phantom hand grip him, not quite painfully, but none too gently. He staggered to the bar, and made his apology. Eventually, Chase released him, but as she did, she also noticed the tent in his pants, as well as the way he was now eyeing her. She smiled devilishly, and said she had an idea of how he could repay her.

That night, after the bar was closed, he stayed behind, and ate her out while she sat on the stool. As he did so, she used her magic to stroke his cock. They worked each other for nearly an hour, and she came several times. However, she also used her magic to hold in his orgasm, and by the end, he was begging her for release. She kept playing with him a bit, taking her time slipping her underwear and pants back on and shutting off the lights. She told him to come back next week, and she’d think about it then. Until then, she had cast a spell on him to keep from cumming or masturbating.

And so it went, every Friday, for the past four months, he came to the bar just before it closed, and she played with him. Sometimes, play with him was all she did, if she didn’t feel like sex. Most of the time, though, they fucked or she made him eat her out. Sometimes, she let him cum. Usually, she did not.

Tonight, as he watched her, he struggled to stay on the stool. The phantom hand and fingertips continued to work him, the hand squeezing his balls a bit harder now, the fingers touching him more firmly, moving more quickly. He let out a shaky moan. He last came three weeks ago. He finally couldn’t take it and his hips jerked and he slid off the bench and onto his knees.

After a moment, Chase came over to him. He looked up at her, a sheen of sweat on his brow. She smiled wickedly, leaning down and kissed him. “You may speak now, pet,” she said.

“Oh, Goddess, that feels so good,” he said. “I’m not worthy of your gifts, Goddess Chase.” He bent forward and kissed the tops of her shoes. The fingertips on his cock became full hands, wrapping around his head and shaft, and began to steadily pump him. “Oh, fuck, Chase…” he gasped.

Chase kneeled down and kissed him again. “I was thinking about letting you cum tonight?” she said. She worded the next phrase carefully. “What do you think about that, my pet?” As she said this, she sent a bolt of pure pleasure shooting through his straining cock.

Richard almost blurted out, “Oh, please!” but barely managed to restrain himself. “I, uh, I think you, oh!, o-only if it would be pleasing to you, Goddess…”

Chase laughed lightly, and kissed him again. She ruffled his hair, now growing a bit damp with sweat. “Okay, at ease, soldier. Tonight I’m in the mood for some fun, so let’s dispense with the formalities.”

Richard let out another gasp. “Oh, thank god. I can’t take it another minute.”

Chase stood; she was wearing a skirt, now customary wear for her Friday night shift. Beneath the skirt, she wore no panties. She turned and placed her hands on the bar. “Come on, then, Dick, let’s see what you’ve got for me tonight.”

Dick undid his pants and left them bunched at his ankles as he stood. The sensations died off from his cock, though he still felt quite sensitive. He positioned himself behind her, and entered her smoothly. He let out a sigh, as if of great relief, and began to fuck her.

They went longer than usual that night. After going doggie style at the bar, they shed their clothes completely, and he’d spun her around and shoved her up against the wall, fucking her with fierce thrusts that propelled the air from her lungs in sharp gasps. She clutched at him and bit his shoulder, her nails digging in. Her pussy pulsed rapidly with pleasure, and quaked through several orgasms as Richard’s straining cock throbbed inside her. Her magic enhanced the sensations, so every thrust made him feel like he was going to explode. And when they were done with the wall, the went to the floor, where Chase lay atop him and sucked him as she again made him eat her out, something she never seemed to tire of.

When she finally tired, Richard lay gasping beneath her, and she slid down next to him. Repositioning herself to snuggle up against him, she held her hand over his still twitching cock, and began to tap her fingers in the air. Richard felt little tiny jolts of pleasure each time one of her fingers “tapped”, and he lay twitching and gasping, clutching at her.

“Well, let’s see, adding up all of my orgasms from the past few weeks, I think you’re tab is almost paid,” she said. “But, you’re a couple short?”

“T-t-tab?” gasped Richard.

“Yep,” said Chase. “Every time you cum, I add it to your tab. Since your orgasms are quite expensive, I’m afraid I can only allow you one orgasm on the tab before I have to collect.” She stopped tapping her fingers, one finger still extended down, and his cock tensed, poised at the very edge of orgasm. “Although… you’re such a good pet, I might consider extending your credit a bit. Though I should warn you, I’ll start charging interest if you do.” She giggled and then purred in his ear. “What do you say? I could give you an orgasm now, and you wait even longer for the next one, or you could be a big strong man and tough it out until next week.”

Richard gasped and twitched. She was holding him on the edge and it was maddening. He needed to cum so badly, but the rational part of his mind knew the consequences of taking the easy way out. “N-n-no,” he choked out. “I’ll w-wait… please…”

“Are you sure?” she whispered, and again purred in his ear, sending shivers down his spine and making his cock jerk. He could almost feel the semen start to crawl up his length.

“Yes! Please, Goddess, may I wait for your gift?” He shivered, as she held him there for another few moments.

Then, she released her power, and the moment of possible climax passed. His body relaxed, and his cock jerked a few times. She curled and arm and leg around him, holding him as he slowly came down from his high. When she sensed he was good enough to stand again, she leaned over and kissed him deeply. Then she giggled. “You are such a sucker,” she said. “There is no tab.” She stuck her tongue out at him as he looked at her incredulously.

“You’re mean,” he said.

“Yeah, and that’s why you keep coming back every time,” she said. She stood and held him to his feet.

“Only because you got me by the balls,” he said. She smirked and he felt another tender, affection squeeze on his testicles. They dressed, and Chase finished closing the bar down.

“Same time next week, pet?” she said, as they exited the door.

“You know I got no choice,” he said, and they laughed, kissed, and parted ways.