#prematureejaculation

“Aww poor baby... I know it’s been weeks since we’ve been intimate but it’s just so much bother for so little payoff. For me, at least. Even when you were getting it daily you could barely last two minutes. I can only imagine what your stamina is like now that you’ve been deprived for so long. Hell, I bet you’re so desperate that you’ll cum in your shorts the second I give my big, bouncy titties a squeeze, won’t you? No? Are you sure? If you can go ten seconds without bursting in your pants while I grope myself, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. Ready? One... Two...”

*spurt* *spurt* *spurt*

“So you’re saying if I keep pulling this zipper down you’re going to spurt all your cum into your pants...”

*twitch*

“Hnn... Yes...”

*twitch*

“Even if I pull it down just a little bit like this..?”

*twitch twitch* “Hmmf... Ugh... Yes...”

*twitch TWITCH*

“I can’t even pull it down half-way, like this, without making your cock twitch and leak?”

*twitch throb twitch*

“Unnnnf... Please... Please stop...”

*throb throb throb*

“Surely I can go a little further? You can’t even see my nipples yet, the sight of my breasts bursting out of my top can’t be enough to make you prematurely explode in your pants, can it?”

*throb throb THROB*

“I can’t... I can’t...”

*THROB THROB THROB*

“Aw come on baby, I’ve almost got it all the way down. Hold on for just a few more seconds... You can do it...”

*ziiiiiiiip*

*THROB THROB THROB*

“Don’t you want to see them? Don’t you want to see my amazing titties? All you have to do is hold it... Hold it... Hold it.....”

*spurt*

“Ahhh fuuuuuuckkk...!”

*spurt SPURT SPURT*

“Oh no!”

*SPURT spurt spurt*

“Noooooo...”

*spurt dribble dribble*

“Oh look! You’ve soaked through your pants! Look at that massive wet spot hahaha! Oh dear, well I guess you didn’t really want to see my titties after all. And I almost had them all the way out... Too bad... Guess I’ll just put them away, there’s no way you’ll be good to go again tonight, not after a load that big...”

“What’s that, officer? I’m not allowed to ride my bike across the pedestrian bridge? I have to dismount and walk it across? That sounds awfully inconvenient, maybe I’ll just ride it across anyway... You wouldn’t mind, would you sir? You see, I’m trying to ride every day, to tone up my legs. And my ass, too... My ass is so round, and soft, and squishable... I can barely fit it into these cutoffs. So what do you think? About me riding my bike across!”

“Although I see you’re having some other thoughts, too... That well-pressed uniform really accentuates every line, cut, and bulge, doesn’t it? I suppose it’s all designed to enhance your authority, though right now I’m sure you’re wishing you had a little bagginess to hide yourself in. Wow, how much bigger is it going to get? What if I lean forwards a little, like this? Oh! Did I just see a twitch? A throb? You’re looking a little flushed there, officer... If you let me continue my ride, you can go and sit down. Maybe catch your breath.”

“No, I absolutely have to dismount? What if I don’t? You’ll have to ticket me! No I don’t think so... Maybe we can come to another arrangement? What if I lean forwards a little more? Oh wow, your poor cock is on the verge of bursting! I wonder what would happen if I rocked back-and-forwards in my seat? Like this... Are you sure you don’t want me to keep riding? Don’t you like watching me ride? Uh oh, what’s that stain? Precum? Are you about to lose it? Is watching my incredible ass pushing you over the edge? It’s too late, there’s no stopping it now, just watch my ass rock on this seat, imagining it’s your cock I’m riding on, and let it happen... Your cock is about explode and fill your pants with premature cream and there’s nothing you can do about it! You’re going to burst!”

“Hurry up and snap the pictures, it’s freezing out here!” Olivia draped the faux-fur blanket over her shoulders and posed as Chuck fumbled with his camera. When his friend Olivia had mentioned that she wanted to start a career as a glamour model, Chuck had been nothing but supportive. And when she’d shyly asked him if he’d help her put her first portfolio together, he’d become very supportive. Olivia was a smoking hottie just dressed for a casual hang, he couldn’t wait to see her posing for him wearing almost nothing. But volunteering to be her photographer had seemed like a much better idea inside, near the fire.

Chuck finally got the focus right and began snapping. Even rugged up as he was, the biting cold had him shivering. But photographing Olivia in her skimpy little bikini was making a lie of any such thing as ‘shrinkage.’ From the moment she’d stepped out of the bathroom in her barely-there bathing suit he’d been rock hard, his cock twitching in time with every jiggle of her large, soft breasts, and throbbing even harder as he trailed after her out into the yard, helplessly mesmerised by her fantastic ass. Half the reason he’d struggled to get the camera set-up had been the immense distraction of her bare flesh, which he’d so often fantasised about. She changed poses, draping the fur so that just a tantalising glimpse of her ass was visible over the fabric. Chuck took another few shots, hoping his simple jeans were enough to hide his pulsing erection.

“Okay, now uh...” Olivia turned back to face him, “I need... You know... Some body shots...” She blushed slightly, despite the cold, “If you don’t mind.”

“W-what were you thinking?” Chuck gulped, his cock straining like a hot iron rod against the cold denim fabric of his jeans. The rubbing sensation was starting to get him, sending little shockwaves of pleasure rippling up into his stomach and down through his thighs.

“Just a few close-ups of...” She gestured at her chest, “But if you’re not comfortable with it I understand!”

“No! Uh, I mean, I agreed to help, so...” Chuck looked back through the viewfinder, zooming in on her chest, trying to keep an eager leer off his face. Olivia shrugged the fur off her shoulders, draping it in such a way that it revealed the entirety of her ample bosom. He drank in her flawless skin, the soft contours of her breasts, the slightest jiggle as she shifted from one foot to the other. The throbbing in his pants grew in intensity as he stared, the sensitive head of his cock being pushed harder and harder against the rough denim. He snapped a photo, and then another.

“How do they look?” Olivia asked.

“Incredible...” Chuck whispered to himself, then added, loud enough so that she could hear, “Not bad, lighting’s good out here.”

“Should I do something else?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know... Push them together, or something?” Chuck’s cock surged in his pants. The idea of Olivia fondling her breasts - at his request - almost pushed him over the edge. Sure, when he’d dreamed about this, it hadn’t been in this exact scenario, but still...

“Uh yeah, you could try that...” He licked his lips, the cold air going unnoticed as the fire raging in his body drove out the chill, “Or even, you know, bounce them a little...”

“Bounce them?” Olivia sounded more amused than put-off by his suggestion. He switched the selector on the camera over to burst mode, setting the ISO high to reduce the motion blur.

“Y-yeah. It’ll give the whole thing a, uh, spontaneous-...” God why did I use that word? “-...uh, action feeling, you know?”

“Oh... Okay...”

Olivia slipped her hands up under her breasts, cupping them, and began to jiggle them lightly. Chuck stared, slack-jawed, barely able to do more than breathe and drown in the pleasure surging through his cock. Olivia interpreted the lack of shutter clicks as encouragement to do more, so she picked up the pace. He zoomed a little closer, totally lost in the sight of her big titties bouncing in her hands. Without realising he was doing it, Chuck began rocking back-and-forwards in place, rubbing his cock against his jeans in time with her bounces, each subtle thrust bringing him more and more pleasure. He groaned a little as the sensations began to peak.

“Should I go faster?” Olivia asked, a little breathless.

“Uhhh...” He half-moaned in reply. She increased the tempo anyway, her boobs almost leaping out of her little bikini as she kneaded her chest. Chuck froze as his tingling, leaking cock reached its breaking point. He was on a knife’s edge, but desperate not to go over the edge and actually lose it in his pants. He grit his teeth, riding the edge, determined not to cum...

“Chuck!” Olivia interrupted his concentration, refocusing his attention on her big bouncy boobies as she jiggled them in front of him, “It’s cold! Hurry up and shoot!”

He groaned and threw his head back as his cock exploded. Pleasure wracked him, making his knees weak, as jet after jet of hot cum shot into his pants. He heard the distant whir of the shutter as an involuntary spasm caused his finger to press down on the shutter-release.

“Oh my god Chuck what the fuck?” Olivia shouted.

“S-sorry...” He moaned, as the last drop of cum in his balls twitched into his now saturated jeans, “I-... I didn’t mean...”

“You’re disgusting!” She span and stormed back towards the house. Chuck shouted another apology and moved to follow her, but discovered a new, and more pressing, issue: His rapidly deflating cock was now stuck, painfully, to his jeans. His premature cream had frozen, sticking his member to his pants as surely as a foolhardy kid’s tongue to a lightpole. He waddled after her, aware that she’d be gone long before he could crabwalk his way to the house.