Aching Blue Spheres

Her chance to relax and enjoy the aftermath of her post-orgasm bliss.

As was her expectation, her husband had woken her gently... gradually... by ever so softly and lovingly kissing her breasts. Only after hearing her soft purrs indicating she was beginning to waken did he allow himself to begin licking... sucking... pleasuring... her soft, lovely tits.

Then, feeling the nudge on his shoulders he descended, remaining between her outstretched legs for nearly two hours. Licking. Lapping. Pleasuring. Waiting. Then pleasuring some more.

And this morning, waiting patiently even as she drifted back to sleep after her first few orgasms, only to feel her fingers resume raking through his hair as she sleepily murmured, "More baby, do some more...."

But now, finally satisfied, she was enjoying the fresh coffee he'd brought to her as she browsed the morning paper.

Meanwhile her husband lay next to her trembling, shaking gently in frustration. Silenced by her panties in his mouth. Hands restrained at his sides by a silk sash from her robe that lied beneath him, binding them together. And his cock desperately swollen, oozing continuously from her gentle teasing that began after her waves of orgasms finally ended.

Periodically she would lay down her paper, reach over, and allow her soft, knowing fingers to work him back to the very brink... only to leave him unrelieved in agonizing frustration.

She smiled at his weak, muffled whimper, her fingers toying with the drooling precum... the spoils of her triumph over his cock which she now owned completely.

"Did that feel good baby?," she cooed teasingly. "Getting nice and close? Almost being able to cum?"

He nodded helplessly, well aware that 'almost' being able to cum was the most he could hope for now.

"Mmm, you're dripping so much already. Are you aching for me yet?"

She laughed softly at his nod and whimper. "Does that feel good, baby? Do you like it? Aching for me?"

Smiling at his nod, she purred, "Of course you do. Boys like you don't cum, do they? No, boys like you should be kept hard, achy, and frustrated, huh baby?"

Swallowing hard, he nodded once more. With her tongue gently teasing and swirling at his ear, she huskily whispered, "Would you like me to keep you close to cumming all day today, sweetheart? Keep you extra desperate? Make you an achy, drippy mess of a boy?"

A pitiful whimper escaped through her panties as tears of frustration were already welling up in his eyes. Still, he nodded his head.

Kissing his cheek softly, she purred, "Of course honey, after all of those wonderful orgasms you gave me this morning... it's the least I can do for you."

Of all the adorable little faces you make, my Darling, this is the cutest. Every time I drop you down into a hypnotic haze, heighten your arousal, and condition your mind to my exquisite control, you make this face just as the desire to orgasm takes over. Which is exactly when you realize in your lust-filled emptied mind that you simply can't erupt in pleasure. No, that's when my control takes over. The cap I have placed on your pleasure firmly limits your ability to orgasm and that sweet expression of confusion and frustration is projected onto your gorgeous face.

Keep trying to cum, Darling. As I edge you to the brink... the edge drifts further and further away. Your arousal builds so deliciously, from apex to apex, yet you just can't seem to get over the edge I have so firmly established

Keep testing the limit your own subconscious mind has eagerly accepted. That look of desire and frustration pleases me so, and arouses me deeply. Because I know you will only cum when I have been satisfied. You will only release when I have had my fill of your moaning vexations,

What sort of power did this woman wield over him?

Was it dark magic? Sorcery?

Whatever it was, it was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. It was as if he felt trapped in a web of pleasure, his head mindlessly lolling from side to side on the pillow as it built relentlessly to unimaginable levels.

Over and over he felt her gently work his feverishly aroused body to the brink of release... each time certain beyond a shadow of a doubt this would be the time he would mercifully go over the edge... yet each time his desperately needed orgasm teetered maddeningly on the very brink, never able to quite make its way over the edge.

His release denied.

And each time rather than feeling the anticipated explosion of pleasure he was left groaning helplessly in frustration... his achingly swollen cock even harder... his impossibly full balls even bluer.

Finally, in a tender act of mercy she paused, allowing his body a moment of respite before continuing her exquisite torment. Unable to resist, he immediately reached down and began frantically stroking himself, certain that he would be able to put himself out of his state of unbearable need.

"Oh honey, don't do that," she purred sincerely. "You'll only make it worse."

Disregarding her words he continued, desperate to find a way to bring himself the relief his body so desperately needed.

She tried once again, "Baby no, you won't be able to.... no matter how hard you try."

Still, he persisted. The longer his efforts continued the more her mindset began to change from one of mercy and sympathy to one of amusement and arousal.

The room was filled with the sounds of his groans and grunts, his hips writhing and thrusting, his mind certain that surely the next stroke would be the one that would send him crashing over the edge.

Caressing his chest soothingly she purred, "Mmm, maybe you're right baby.... maybe you can get there. You're so close, aren't you? Keep going baby, I think you can do it... you're almost there, don't stop."

Her words of encouragement fueled his efforts even more, the sound of his voice now filled with so much frustration and desperation that it made her drip with arousal of her own.

Wickedly, she cooed, "That's it honey, just like that... feel how close you are? It's right there, isn't it? Don't stop baby, you need it so bad.... I'm sure you can get there."

With this man now frantically, desperately... and futilely... stroking, she settled in with delight to watch the show unfolding before her.