He opened his eyes and tried to wipe the sleep away with his hand, but he couldn't. Lifting his head, noted that the room was as pitch black and in the thick darkness, he could not see a single object. All he knew, he was tied, spread-eagled, stark naked and helpless.

A click, a dim glow flooded the room. Like a hungry feline she crawled over the sheets, towards him. She was naked, her pendulous breasts hanging, swinging in the soft light, her large nipples like soft brown eyes against the pale white breasts.

Slowly, she dragged her nipples over his lips, fast enough so that he could barely lick them. Then lightly over his chest, his cock hardening in unison with her nipples. Lower, rubbing the tip of her erect nipples around the now engorged head of his erect cock.

She pressed her full breasts together, with his cock in between and slowly pushed back the foreskin.

"Oh god!" he cried, in pain and pleasure.

~

Eventhough erect, the head of his cock was dry. Pushing back the skin was akin to falling off a bike and scraping one's knees.

“Sorry, darling” she murmured.

Taking his cock into her mouth, she sucked and rolled the skin back and forth with her lips, tasting, licking the wetness that oozed from the tip. Her thumb and index finger, circled the base of his erection and she squeezed, slowly.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck. What are you doing to me?”

Smiling, she curled her thumb and index finger around his cock, an inch from his tip, sliding his foreskin slowly back and forth over the cock head. She did not push it down all the way, her strokes were just long enough to stretch his sliding skin over the base of the blood engorged head and then back up to the tip.

“Stop, please.” he moaned knowing he was moments from exploding.

Once again, she grabbed the base of his erection, between her fingers and squeezed hard. Cum oozed down his shaft, another climax adverted.

~

Straddling his erection, she peels back the foreskin to reveal the sensitive head. Lowering herself, she rubs her labia lips against the tip, teasing, challenging him to impale her. He arches his back, attempting to enter, to feel the soft wetness engulf his rod, to satisfy that desperate, but elusive release.

“No such luck, sweetie” she murmured.

Pressing his erection down against his flat muscular stomach, she starts rubbing herself along the underside of his hot throbbing shaft. Her wetness combined with his, making his cock difficult to grasp. Still, she persevered. Her labia lips parted, she continued rubbing, stimulating her clitoris along his cock. Rubbing faster, she felt those involuntary little jerks along the shaft and him harden even more.

“Oh God!” she screamed as she came, wave after wave surged through her body, the rubbing, the direct stimulation to her clitoris brought her release.

Convulsing, she collapsed on him. Her body against his, he could feel her breasts pressing into his stomach. She felt his throbbing against her belly, hot, sticky.

She kissed his chest, his stomach, his cock, tasting and savouring the salty discharge on her tongue. She sucked him. Her lips opened and moved up and down his throbbing cock, sucking slowly and firmly.

“I’m going to cum!” he moaned, crying out her name. He could feel the cum in his balls, his scrotum contracting about to explode.

Once again, her fingers expertly, squeezed the base of his shaft.

“Oh god, I need to cum.” he pleaded “Please.”

~

She selected her favourite song from the ipod, Wonderwall by Oasis and she pressed the plugs into his ears. Next, she took an airline sleep mask from the bedside table drawer. For the first time, she briefly glimpsed fear in his eyes as she covered them with the mask.

Blind and deaf, she straddled his chest, knees pinned his arms. Inching forward, she lowered her wet vagina, dragging the wetness over his chin, to his lips. She moved her slit up and down against his protruding tongue, letting his quivering appendage tickle and stimulate her sensitive clit.

In a smooth motion, she stood up and straddled him, taking his cock inch by inch into her wet vagina. Her nails raked over his chest and as she fucked him, hard. She thrust and ground into his erection that was now deep in her. Leaning down, she circled his nipples with her tongue, biting them gently between her teeth.

“Your turn.” she snarled as she gripped his hair, and dragged his head towards her erect right nipple.

“Suck it you bastard” she whispered.

“Oh god!” he could barely whimper as he felt the tension in his balls, building up for a climax.

Without warning, she stood up, leaving his jerking and quivering cock out in the open, as cum started oozing from the tip. He desperately arched his back hoping to enter her once again. It was too late. He couldn’t control the flow, couldn’t avoid the climax which wasn’t.

Perfect, exquisite torture, cumming but denied the intensity of a proper ejaculation.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” he hissed as his sperm continued to ooze onto that taunt stomach, her lips curled into a sinister smirk as she watched him twist and turn in throes of an anti-climax.