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Fantasy and Reality

Date: 8/2/2017, Categories: Hardcore, Author: mike8253, Rating: , Source: LushStories

frustration. Sandra was irritated now, and her moans of frustration signaled that she had experienced enough. She had been tied up and teased. She had lived her fantasy. It had been fun, interesting, enjoyable, and irritating. But now it was just frustrating and maddening. She wanted the fantasy to end. She wanted to cum. She needed to cum. “Let me cum. Please let me cum. Slap my ass, pull my hair, do what you want, just let me cum.” I ignored her and slid two fingers into her slit while I ran my tongue in a circle around her clitoris. Sandra was on the edge, quivering, legs shaking, and pulling hard on her restraints. “Make me cum. I need to cum.” I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and flicked the swollen love nub back and forth with my tongue; her back arched; her legs trembled; and she let out a long, deep moan. Sandra was about to cum. I stopped. There was another loud moan of frustration as she fell back down onto the mattress. “Please. Please. I’m done. Let me cum. Let me cum.” Her begging was polite, but on the verge of desperation. Keeping my fingers in her pussy, I began to suck on her clit, taking the engorged orb into my mouth once again and running my tongue over and around it. “Yes! Yes! Fuck Yes! That’s it! That’s it! Don’t stop! I’m gonna cum!” I stopped. There was no moan of frustration this time. “Why did you fucking stop? Let me cum. Let me fucking cum.” We had passed from the begging, pleading stage into the anger phase. “Stop fucking around. I need to ... cum! This is not fun anymore. Let me cum.” There was frustration, even anger in her voice. I used my fingers and tongue to bring her to the edge again; then again; then once more. Beads of sweat had formed on her forehead, under her nose and on her chest. Tears ran from the corners of her eyes. Eye makeup had run down under each eye, giving her a sad clown look. Lipstick had smudged around her lips. Her nose was running as a result of all her heavy breathing. I let her rest while I went back to playing with her nipples, twisting and pinching each nipple until I thought I may be hurting her. “Harder,” she demanded, obviously upset and wanting to cum. “I need to cum.” I ignored her demand and sucked on each nipple until they were a bright red and bruised. “Harder. Make them hurt. Please.” I flicked each nipple back and forth with my tongue. As I did, the look on Sandra’s face changed. She began to cry. Frustration and anger poured out of her. Sandra lost control. “You’re an asshole. What the fuck’s wrong with you? Grow some balls! Hurt my fucking nipples and make me cum! Or do you get off on just teasing? Fuck you!” The comments surprised me. I understood where it was coming from. Still, what she said had stung. “Be a fucking man. Make it hurt. Make me cum. Or can’t you fucking do it? You don’t have the balls!” She screamed at me. I recalled Sandra’s earlier comment about my not being rough enough with her. She had said that it was not a criticism. It was a suggestion; an idea; ...