- The Orgasm Negation, written by Victor Cañizares Coleman.

- Characters: Sorel Cockrect, Victoria Burble.

- Plot outline: Victoria Burble invited Sorel for a dinner party, and like she usually does with every single one of her special guests, she has drugged him and took him to her secret room for having some mean fun with his body.

- Keywords: Bondage / Orgasm denial / Torture (mild, no violent) / Tickles / Oral / Foot sex / Masturbation.

Sorel blinked.
He felt like a pack of buffalos had danced inside his brain for at least seven days. He had the biggest headache he has experienced in his life. At first he saw nothing in front of him, but as time passed his view started to focus.
He was inside a room, stone brick walls, with all short of sexual devices onto them. There were gagging straps, and dildos, ropes and chains, handcuffs and chastity belts, and he could keep naming stuff until the end of times, because there was plenty to tie and sodomize an entire army.
He saw a blue figure in front of him, feminine, with really large breasts and a perky smile in the face. It was Victoria.
“Vicky…” said Sorel.
“Shhhh” said Victoria placing a finger onto Sorel’s mouth. “Don’t move too much, or the handcuffs will injure you”
Sorel chuckled. Nothing could injure him, his skin was iron like, not even a direct stab with a samurai sword could even damage it, instead, the sword may blend against his thick, powerful and resistant body. He tried to move the hands, but he found them tied.
Then he realized where he was.
He was sitting on a metal chair, that was now hot thanks to his body heat, and the chair was screwed to the floor of the room, so much that not even a direct impact would have moved it. His hands were tied on his back, behind the chair’s support. He looked down and noticed his naked body, all sweaty and covered in both water and a weird substance he couldn’t identify. It was like sexual lubricant. His cock was still uncovered, with his tong holding his testicles in place. His bare feet were immobilized as well, his ankles tied tight to the chair, and his feet clamped to the ground, so the only thing he could move of them were the toes.
He had a thick leather belt around his waist, which kept his body tied to the chair. He tried to move his tail as well, but it was immobilized too by a heavy weight tied to it, composed by lifting weights, sand bags and a thick chain. Not even he could move that, and his tail was useless in that position.
“What do you think you are doing?” said Sorel.
“I am going to have some fun, nothing else” said Victoria.
Sorel smiled and then chuckled. Oh yeah, every time Victoria wanted to have some fun she would take a man to the edge of ecstasy like 100 times in one night. Sorel heard stories about James Corck being taken to her house and forced to cum like 100 times in one night as she pumped dildo after dildo inside his ass.
If she was going to do that, without the dildos, that might be a great thing and nothing he would regret off.
“Then go ahead, I have plenty for you” said Sorel expecting to have 20 orgasms in less than five minutes.
Victoria stood up in front of him. 
Oh god, she was wearing only a tight semi-transparent T-shirt and pink undies with green hearts on them. She pulled them down with a sexy hip movement, and revealed her crotch to him. Clean, furless and juicy, her genitals were beautiful; her Venus’ mount was quite pronounced and ended up in a delicious bump with the aspect of silk. It was shinny and yet soft looking. 
She approached him and stopped with her legs open right over his shaft. Sorel was about to start trembling if it wasn’t for all the bondage he had on his body. Victoria started lowering her body, very slowly, as if she wanted to make Sorel enjoy every second before she driven that cock inside her body.
“Oh Vicky, this is a privilege” said Sorel.
He knew Victoria only did anal sex, and very rarely she would take any man to have some traditional sex with her. Her vagina was used for everything, except for driving a cock inside it, and that made her proud every day, in a ridiculous kind of way.
She had his huge manhood, always erect, always moist and warm, only a few centimetres away from her clit. Victoria could feel the heat emanating from that meat rod; it was like if a heater was between her legs. She was arousing herself too, just doing that. Slowly she lowered her body a little bit more, and so her vagina’s lips rubbed slightly Sorel’s cock head.
He made a little bump, like wanting to introduce his cock inside her, but she quickly drew back and took her clit away from his cock. Sorel’s smile and illusion died in his gesture of disappointment.
“You really think I want to make you cum?” said Victoria and then laughed like crazy. “I only make cum so many times to those who can’t do it. You can cum a lot of times in less than one hour. That’s why I will do this for you”
“Do what?” said Sorel, not knowing what was going to happen.
“I am going to deny you any possible orgasms for one hour” she said.
Sorel felt something breaking inside him, it felt like a sheet of glass shattering behind him or something. She couldn’t be serious. Sorel had been masturbating every five minutes for like 30 years as a daily basis. He was so used to it, that staying one hour without masturbating it was more than a torture.
“What!? You can’t do this to me!!!” screamed Sorel.
“Of course I can” said Victoria.
She took a dildo from the wall, one that was quite large, thick and long.
“By the way, I added into your drink at dinner a special ingredient to the drug. It was a sexual inhibitor which will prevent you to induce yourself an orgasm with the mind. I know you can do that, you thought I would ignore that?”
Sorel grumbled and moaned. His dick was already sweaty and hot, meaning he was more than needing his masturbation, especially after Victoria had offered and denied at the same time the offer of traditional sex. That vagina was so moist and hot, perfect partner for his needing cock.
“Now, look at me”
Victoria knew Sorel would look. He was in need for sex, and he had no will to resist looking at her. So Sorel moved his eyes towards her, and from then on his attention was drew entirely by her, her libido and all the possible things she could try to do to arouse him and never let him go off.

So the first she did was start to get rid off the T-Shirt. Having her groins bare and uncovered was something really arousing, but her nice and smooth boobs were still covered by that tight semi-transparent shirt. She lifted a leg and started dancing in front of him, wiggling her toes in front of his face as she moved at the rhythm of a music only existing into her head.
She placed a hand under her right breast, grabbing the shirt slightly, as she pulled it down, like preparing to lift it, but she didn’t as she kept dancing. Sorel felt his member starting to get hot. His seed was boiling inside his testicles and his prostate was screaming for a release. Victoria placed the other hand under her left breast and grabbed the shirt, not even trying to lift it. She had butterflies inside her stomach, as she kept dancing, not breaking the visual connexion she had with him.
Victoria lifted her shirt a little bit, revealing only part of her breasts, only the lower part and a bit of the cleavage. Sorel shook his head and drops of sweat flew from his scaly skin, as he curled his toes leaving marks on the ground. If he could, he would have stretched and closed his legs, but he couldn’t. His shaft was getting so hot it started to sweat, and his skinless cockhead was getting purple and inflated.
Victoria lifted the shirt another bit more, marking her nipples and revealing more cleavage. She approached Sorel like this, and rested both her boobs over his nose, so he could have a good smell of her body. Sorel sniffled delighted as he almost left eyes white, feeling his cock was about to burst into flames.
“Oh god Vicky…You have to let me masturbate”
He was starting to feel painful down there. He needed that. He needed his hands to grip his shaft and shake it to release all the sweet seed he had inside. He needed his feet even, or his tail. His tongue was too short to reach. The necessity was killing him at many levels, but the level of horniness kept him heart pounding and looking at her without losing contact.
“No way” said Victoria.
She gave him her back, and in one movement she removed her T-Shirt, as Sorel saw from behind how her breasts fell free from the constrain of the fabric and hung deliciously with a jiggling movement. She turned to him and Sorel saw her beautiful boobs.
Two round water melons of blue colour and soft skin, together and firm, crowned by nipples so delicious looking they were ready to be milked. Victoria approached, using her hips to jiggle her breasts side to side, and when she approached Sorel completely naked, she took her t-shirt and left it on his shaft, covering it completely.
“Maybe I can measure how hot you are” said Victoria with a naughty smile.
She looked down and saw how the T-Shirt got wet almost in seconds. That’s how sweaty was Sorel’s dick, he was literally spelling liquid out of his cock but not semen neither urine, it was pure sweat.
“Oh my, you are hotter than I expected” said Victoria.
She took the T-Shirt and squeezed it with both hands over her body. Sorel’s sweat fall between her breasts, as Sorel started experiencing shakes without control on his hips and tights. His body wanted to hump Victoria, but she wasn’t willing to allow such a thing.
She took her sweated boobs in front of him and rubbed them together as she smiled.
“I wonder where you want them” said Victoria with a toothy grin.
She started lowering her body, kneeling in front of him, with her boobs at barely 10 centimetres from his hard iron shaft. She started approaching them more and more, as Sorel wanted to throw himself against them and place his member between them, having Victoria squeezing his cock between her softly smooth boobies…
But she didn’t.
She stood up immediately and looked at Sorel’s face, already lost in the elation of about to have his shaft titty fucked. Instead she smothered his face between her boobs, something he found rather pleasuring and a great relief of having a bit of a contact with her.
Sorel moaned as his shaft was getting more and more hot. Even Victoria felt it wasn’t a normal hot; it was like a piece of metal next to a furnace. She ignored it and walked towards the dildo, which she took inside her mouth quite eagerly, with lusty moans and orgasmic pants. Victoria started licking it slowly, kissing it and nibbling it, not breaking eye contact with Sorel, whose mind made him think that dildo was actually his cock.
“Mmhmm, flavoured dildo” said Victoria. “You didn’t knew they do dildos with flavour, right?”
“Nope” said Sorel as if his mouth was also constrained by some short of torture device.
“Guess the flavour of it?” said Victoria curling her tongue around the dildo’s head.
“No idea, not likely to guess” said Sorel trying to put his legs together and closing his fists behind his back.
“Come on, it’s so easy it’s basically a cliché” said Victoria.
Sorel grumbled, grunted and moaned. His eyes half closed as his cock started to demand seriously a relief. It was like somebody was inflating it from the inside, inflating it with sweet liquid hot metal and he needed to take it out before it burned his body down.
“Banana flavoured?” said Sorel.
“Bullseye” said Victoria, and doing so she took the entire dildo inside her mouth.
She gave that dildo the most pleasurable, long and salivated deep throat ever. Sorel could see how it hit Victoria’s throat, feeling it in her wind pipe from the exterior. The dildo was about 10 inches long, and she had taken it inside her mouth and down her throat without even twitching. She kept it there for a second, swallowing and slurping it with her tongue out while Sorel could do nothing but watch, mesmerized and belated by the visuals.
“Victoria, please…”
Sorel would have shook his legs, his head, his arms, but he was immobilized from head to top, denied to receive a relieving orgasm to calm the extreme horniness that was invading his body. He would have broken the chair and the chains, but his body was so over taken by the heat and the sexual need, that he felt more weak than powerful in those circumstances.
Victoria took the dildo out of her mouth, spread her legs, and drove it to the very base inside her vagina. Sorel had a perfect view of the penetration, he saw the dildo going in until the very base hit the soft skin of her groins, and while he was in cloud nine for what he was seeing, Victoria felt in the seventh heaven by what she was experiencing inside her.
It wasn’t much the dildo into her cunt, it was more the excitement of doing it in front of somebody who can’t receive the relief of an orgasm. She took the dildo out, feeling how her internal flesh walls returned together, and then drove it inside even harder, spreading them once more, and feeling its girth and length driving her insane. She didn’t used to have traditional sex with men, but she loved to use dildos and similar objects to give her a good orgasm.
She didn’t hold too long, and after a few penetrations with that banana flavoured dildo she felt her juices joining in the entrance of her vagina and came profusely forming a small puddle of sticky liquid. Sorel watched it, thinking he could have drink that liquid.
Victoria, panting from her orgasm, feeling relieved and with her face blushed by the elation, stood up and waved the soaked dildo in front of Sorel’s horny driven face.
“Awww, you feeling thirsty snake boy?” said Victoria with a toothy grin.
“Yeah” said Sorel as if he had drunk nothing for years.
The dildo was soaked in her juices. He just needed a drop of it, a tiny little tear of those vaginal juices to calm his horniness and thirst. Victoria approached it a bit more, Sorel had already extended his tongue, ready to swallow from one to all the drops covering that dildo. He was already feeling the smell of it, like clean sea water.
But then Victoria, like the big cock teaser she was, took the dildo away from him and stuck it inside her mouth, slurping and drinking her own juices while rubbing the tongue up and down to drink and taste every drop. Sorel’s face was more of sadness than of disgust. That could have been a delicious drink and he just lost it. He wanted to break into tears but instead he tried to break free.
“Aaaah!” he yelled. “Why are you doing this to me!?”
“Because it’s fun” said Victoria licking the last drops remaining on the dildo.
She didn’t finish with him yet.
Taking a bottle of massage oil she sat on the ground in front of him and poured quite a good amount of liquid on her hands. Rubbing them together she took her left foot between her fingers and started to massage it.
Sorel thought he was going to die from a heart attack. He would have loved to be the one massaging her feet, though he may not be using his hands nor lubricant oil. If he could have moved his feet he would have jumped but in his immobility and frustration he started to moan and whimper.
“This is unfair!” he yelled.
Victoria didn’t stop until her left foot was totally oiled, smothered and shiny under the fluorescent lights of the room. Passing her fingers between her toes and squeezing her soles she finished with the massage and then passed to the right foot, repeating the process while the already oiled foot was dripping gold liquid on the floor.
“Oh no, is pretty fair” said Victoria.
To give Sorel a final strike in his inner and growing horniness, she took her feet, one by one, inside her mouth to lick the oil with her tongue. She didn’t used to be so feet lover with her own feet, in fact she would prefer somebody else to lick them for her, suckling on her toes as she was doing right now.
Sorel was slurping, moving his tongue as if he wanted to have a taste of those delicious toes, while he was getting any. Looking at him it was like looking at somebody who’s sucking on an invisible tit. Such a twat.
Victoria licked toe by toe, slowly, sliding her tongue between them and then on the soles of each one of them, and while doing such innocent thing she turned on so much she felt about to cum. 
Sorel was suffering quite a lot more than Victoria, because he already had his orgasm denied for 20 minutes. That was like denying him an orgasm for four days (I remind you that he needed to cum every five minutes) and so his balls were starting to get shore, his cock was like a volcano holding it’s magma inside, and basically his entire body was in pain. He used to do exercise every morning, ending up so sweaty he looked like smeared in salt water, but with Victoria denying his orgasm he was completely soaked in cold sweat, from the tip of his toes to the top of his head.
“You look oiled” said Victoria.
Sorel looked like glistening wet under the lights, as if he had being smeared in oil too.
“Why the long face sweetie?” said Victoria, referring to Sorel’s face of anger and pissing.
She stood up, and almost fell down to the ground because of her slippery feet. Trying to walk with oiled feet was not a good idea and took her a while t manage her balance or else she might have ended with her face stamped on the ground. Victoria opened a closet and took out a set of feathers and brushes.
“I will cheer you up” said Victoria taking a feather as if she was taking a knife.
Sorel wasn’t like wanting to suffer tickles, he hated tickles, every single milimetter of his skin was a room for the tickles, and more than laughs it made him get pissed.
Victoria approached with the feather and quite instantly she placed the tip of it on his cock. Sorel yipped at the sudden soft yet scratchy touch of the feather on his super sensitive cock head, as he felt the tickles coming through his member right across the spine and up to his brain.
He let go an unintended laughter.
“Ha!” he said “Oh Vi-IIICKY! Please, no! Ha, ha, ha!!! Oh no!!”
Victoria slid the feather very, very slowly down his shaft, all the way down to his balls as she started tickling the space between them and his groin’s skin. So sensitive Sorel though he was going to pee from the laughter, if he would have any. Vicky changed the feather for something a bit more hardcore and so took a brush of soft hairs, with which she started poking at his balls.
“Ah! No please, no more, no M-Ore!! Ha, ha, ha, ha!!! Oh gawd, Ha, ha, ha!!!”
Sorel started crying by the laughter, a sole tear fell from the corner of his snake eyes. As she poked him with the brush on his balls, making little movements and circular motions around them and around the base of his cock, she took the previous feather and started slithering it on his right armpit. Two cores of laughter exploited by that feather and brush armed bitch.
She went up from the armpit to his neck, knowing that Sorel may never try to bite her, since he was lost in an orgy of laughs and squeaks that was more like the result of watching a gag reel from Seinfield. She stops poking his ball sack, though quickly she moved towards his feet, and so slid the brush between his toes and started tickling them by twisting the named brush using her fingers only.
“Aaaaah ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!! Oh my, Vicky please stoOOOOOOOooop it!!! Aaaah ah ha, ha, ha, ha!!! You are killing me!!! Aaaaah! Ha, ha, ha, ha!!!”
She finished the tickling by giving him a salivated kiss on the neck, and taking the brushes and feathers away. Sorel knew it wasn’t the end of the torture, not even close. 
He saw her taking the brushes and the feathers into the wardrobe again, and then took something else out. It looked like a small metal tube, as small as a finger.
“Now, I think I made you wait too much” she said.
It was a lipstick. 
Victoria opened it and Sorel saw it was green colored. Usually, she applied green colored lipstick on her mouth on every blowjob she gave to Sorel, and when he saw that he couldn’t resist letting out a sigh in relief.
“Thank god” said Sorel. 
Victoria took the lipstick and smeared it all over her lips, giving them a glossy and brilliant look as if she had them covered in green ice. With those lips in green in contrast with her slender and terse blue skin, she looked more sexy and attractive than ever. Leaving the lipstick on the table, she approached him moving her hips as if she was shaking a cocktail with her bum (in essence, she was).
“Mmhmmm” said Victoria looking at Sorel’s cock. “It looks yummy”
“Oh please, cut the foreplay” said Sorel.
It actually looked more juicy than yummy; his cock was covered in sweat and little precum, though not enough to be considered orgasm cum. She kneeled between his legs feeling the heat coming from that meat rod. As she approached her face she felt the heat hitting her on her forehead and cheeks, she noticed the pulsating veins and the little trembles that covered the entire surface of that erect member.
“Can you please start already? I think I am going to cum in your face without you sucking me” said Sorel.
Victoria opened her mouth, approached it wide open towards his cock head, as Sorel moved his head backwards opening his own mouth ready to let out a yell in relief and release of desperation…But he felt no sudden heat around his dick, neither warmth or moistness. 
Victoria closed her mouth before taking his cock inside, and instead of blow-jobbing him; she gave him a good French kiss on the top of his skinless cockhead. Sorel felt that and he experienced like the biggest orgasm frustration ever, as Victoria left the mark of her green lips on his cock, looking like a tribal tattoo of emerald.
But she didn’t stop there.
Slowly, she started kissing him all over his body, starting with the groins as her face rubbed against the throbbing meat of Sorel, leaving circled marks between his legs. His muscles shook at every kiss, his hips moaning for a good orgasm that was never arriving. When she was done with his groins, Victoria started going up with her smooching lips, leaving more kiss marks on his abs. When reaching his chest she left a rounded mark around each nipple, with that glossy green colour Sorel acquired an over the top gay look.
But Victoria didn’t stop there. She kissed his arms, shoulders, his hands tied on his back, his neck, she kissed him all over his body so many times that her lips lost the green glossy colour and his body looked more like the remains of a green paint explosive barrel.
“You have no idea how much I hate you” said Sorel.
“Awww, you are not amusing yourself?” said Victoria with her perky South American accent.
“No freaking way, you hoe!” said Sorel with all his nerves in tension.
“Well, let’s ease you down a little” she said “I think I have been mean enough with you today”
Sorel didn’t smile; he was everything but happy and cheerful. He was so angry at her he was even losing the needs for his orgasm but when he saw her moving directly to his cock without hesitating a second, he lost that anger and so the need was replaced by a temperamental feeling of love for her.
“Oh Vicky” he said.
Victoria opened her mouth and slid inside Sorel’s cock. It was a quick, deep-throating movement that slid the entire length of meat between her tongue and her wet hot muzzle until his cockhead toped with the back of her mouth. Sorel felt like it was the first time receiving such a treatment, but as soon as Victoria took his cock into her mouth, she pulled her head up and away from it, coughing.
“Ouch!” she yelled.
Coughing raspy and pitifully, Victoria moved back staring at that hot meat rod that was burning like melting iron.
“Oh my” she said “Sorel, your cock is like…overheating?”
“What? I feel it normal, what do you mean with overheating?” said Sorel.
“It’s burning. It’s like trying to gulp a glass of lava” said Victoria.
“Wow, not that I am surprised, but amused” said Sorel “You can’t go on then?”
“How would I?” said Victoria “Guess I will have to jerk you off with my hands”
Sorel sighed.
Not a single girl has been able to make him cum with her bare hands, in his entire life, and even though Victoria was quite an expert she was good with her mouth and tongue. Maybe her hands where not that trained after so many years of just, well, not using them to jerk guys off.
“Okey” said Victoria “This is going to be a new thing for me, I only masturbated Bahamunt for this past many years”
What!? That was what Sorel thought when he heard that.
Victoria kneeled before him, placed her left hand on Sorel’s left leg, which was also burning hot and sweaty like the leg of a runner. Taking a good comfortable position for her legs, she reached her right hand and grabbed Sorel’s dick, wrapping her fingers around it, feeling the heat it expelled.
Then Sorel knew that Victoria was a sex machine, and that every millimetre of skin on her body was made to excite a man and enhance his sexual sensation. Let’s just say, it was like Victoria had her skin covered in an invisible layer of “sexual stimulating enzyme” so when those four fingers and her thumb wrapped around his length, it felt exactly like she was blow-jobbing him.
“Oh Victoria…What are you made off?” said Sorel.
“What am I suppose to answer?” said Victoria “I think this is part of my powers, yepp. Let’s say I was made to distract the enemy with my sexual techniques”
“Oh, shut up I am trying to focus!”
Sorel was in heaven, but Victoria was such a bitch she was pawing him off slower than a snail moves. His orgasm was building up very slowly, slowly taking control of his body, the heat extending from the tip of his cock going down to his balls and extending to his groins, his legs, it was like a flood of warm liquid flowing through his veins, his feet, up his torso and chest, his neck and when it hit the core, the centre of his brain, he couldn’t hold on longer.
Sorel let go, not just the loudest yell / moan Victoria had ever heard in a guy experiencing an orgasm, but also the biggest load of seminal liquids she ever faced. Right when he started cumming Victoria took his cock head between her lips and started swallowing every drop of it, gulping mouthfuls of semen down her throat. But after gulping like 2 gallons of it she had to stop, retired her mouth from Sorel’s dick, which was still spurting white liquid like a geyser. 
Victoria wiped her mouth clean with the back of her hand, and licked her lips from the sticky substance, while Sorel kept spurting more and more semen on the floor, his face was a mixture of exhaustion and elation, happy and tired at the same level, with his muscles completely numb.
“Are you okey Sorel?” said Victoria, starting to worry for the first time.
Sorel just replied with a loud moan and a yell that came right from his throat, without passing by his mouth, as he spurted another jet of cum, while his orgasm was still going, little threads keep falling, drops and more drops with small jets here and there. Victoria cleared her throat and took Sorel’s cock inside her mouth again. Now it was warm, not overheating (why did she said that? It was overheated) she could easily suck him good, and so she started suckling him, swallowing his still spurting seed with a happy face.
Sorel jerked and twitched in every suckle Victoria did to his cock, in signal of the over-sensible status his flesh and skin was, while he had her drinking him off until the very base.
“V…V…” Sorel tried to say something, but his mouth was unresponsive.
Victoria kept sucking, as Sorel’s orgasm lasted for like 5 minutes and still going, his cock was releasing all the semen she forced him to keep for an entire hour, and she was drinking it all like it was water. It was like this girl already was immune to the awful taste of snake semen…not that I ever tasted snake semen that is.
She kept sucking for another ten minutes, when she started to feel her stomach stuffed with so many liquids, and even after 15 minutes of orgasm, Sorel was still cumming, not hard but cumming regularly, with his dick spurting small drops here and there. Victoria slid Sorel’s cock out of her mouth, and gave it a lovely kiss, staining her lips with his white cum.
“Feeling better?” said Victoria.
“More relieved” said Sorel panting and moaning while his orgasm was still going.
“You guys have so little stamina” said Victoria.
“Hah! What do you mean by that? I kept my orgasm for an hour! Is for me physically impossible to keep my orgasm longer than 5 minutes, and you know that! I kept it so much that it was like keeping it for 4 weeks for a normal guy!” said Sorel angrier, but then he broke into pants and sighs trying to catch up breath.
“The orgasm of a guy like you may last like, I don’t know, five seconds? My orgasm can last like 1 hour or even 2 if I am in the mood for it” said Victoria “That’s what I mean with little stamina”
Sorel twitched again as he came finally with a last spurt of semen as his cock finally stopped spurting cum. Victoria took a mop and cleaned the floor, leaving it brightly clean and pristine. She could have sucked the cum out of the floor, and that was actually her first idea, but she was already full and the floor was not very clean at all, besides she could be a whore, a bitch, a cunt and a wanna-be filthy prostitute (thank you Peter Griffin) but she wasn’t going to suck and lick the cum out of the floor for nothing.
“Okey!” said Victoria “What now?”
“What?” said Sorel “Now untie me, I don’t wanna play this thing anymore!
Victoria raised her finger and moved it side to side, stating that the game had just started. She sat onto Sorel’s lap, her clit rubbing against the base of his cock, as he got more aroused, with his throbbing meat asking for another good orgasm.
“You are going to play it” said Victoria “And you are going to like it”
“Like it how? What if I don’t wanna play your games?” spouted Sorel looking more like a cheap soap opera villain.
“If you don’t play, you don’t cum” said Victoria.
Sorel widens his eyes, as he tried to imagine what it could be to stay another hour without receiving his session of orgasms. It would be worst than the worst torture ever. Worst than what he just experienced, just for the fact that he knew what he was facing.
“If you accept to play with me, I will masturbate you every ten minutes, that’s good for your body, isn’t it?” said Victoria “Now, give me an answer before I decide I don’t wanna be so good with you”
Sorel had no exit, and he was a man of action / reaction.
“Okey, okey, I accept that” he said hesitating.
Victoria smiled widely and so gripped his member with her hands strongly and started masturbating him powerfully. Sorel liked that touch that was a delicious masturbation that, even if it was very violent, for him was gentle and peaceful.
“Okey sweetie” said Victoria “Just a few more strikes…”
Sorel didn’t lasted much and so he came ferociously on Victoria’s hand, his cum jet shot right between her breasts, leaving a white mark that looked like a stain on her own skin. Victoria squeezed Sorel’s cock until every drop was out of his body, and cleaned hand licking her fingers one by one.
“Now, I will go get the elements for this little game” said Victoria.
“Elements?” said Sorel “You mean stuff to play this perverted game with me?”
“Whatever you call it” said Victoria.
He saw her walking to one of her closets, one which was covered in very bright colours: pink, purple, fuchsia, vermillion and red. Sorel was expecting to see a large set of dildos, a gagball shaped like a cock head, a tickling torture device for his feet, or even a strap-on based on a horse cock, but the last thing he was expecting was a bunch of lingerie, corsets, underwear, stockings, and a set of jewels consisting on toe rings, chains and a pendant with the feminine symbol on it. 
“I never expected you to like lingerie” said Sorel.
“Oh, you silly innocent rattle snake, don’t you see these are for you?” said Victoria holding the female symbol pendant before her face and rocking it side to side.
There Sorel thought his problems got worse, and he thought they just have started when he saw that Victoria had, among all the things she was holding, a photo camera.

The end…for now

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