Office Sluts 18 - Ridden and Ruined

“Ok,” Melissa said with a bright little smile. “You can cum now, slut.” But my roar of triumph turned to a wail of despair as she took her hand away, leaving my cock lurching in the empty air. My erection throbbed and swayed, blindly seeking some contact with something, anything. But Melissa’s chains held me in place. While my cock pulsed and throbbed and my stomach flipped, a thin bead of cum appeared at the end of my cock and slid slowly down my shaft. My balls boiled, but the orgasm that had been so tantalizingly close slipped away from me, like a sneeze that won’t come, and I growled and snarled like a wild animal while Melissa cackled smugly.

“Poor little slut boy,” she giggled. ‘Don’t you know orgasms are for girls?” I shuddered as she ran her finger along the hot shaft of my cock, scooping up the trail of cum that glistened there. It was my fourth ruined orgasm of the night. Melissa’s control was incredible. But I was too horny and frustrated to appreciate her skills. She forbade me to cum under threat of torture, until she had finished her mocking countdown. But every time, she lifted her hand away at the critical moment, and all I could manage was a feeble dribble of fluid and a pale and disappointing release that did nothing to calm the raging lust in my body. Though perhaps, if I had had a clearer head at the time, I would have seen the upside. The things she was doing to me, as painful as they were, would have been a lot worse if I hadn’t been so hopelessly turned on.

Melissa rose up on her knees. Her black leather dress was bunched up around her hips, and I let out a long sigh of disappointment as I saw her pussy shining between her legs. I’d give anything to have her simply fuck me. But the sadistic young woman was having far too much fun toying with me. Her fingers shone with the trace of my cum as she crawled up the bed towards me, and I knew what was coming.

“Open up.” Her free hand gripped my throat, holding me in place. I didn’t try to resist. My fourth feeble, frustrated load, and Melissa had made me eat every one of them. It was the duty of an inferior male to eat his rejected seed, she said. And I was very much an inferior male. She didn’t need to specify who I was so inferior in comparison to. It went without saying. Royce would never allow a woman to treat him like this, and no woman would ever try.

Melissa put her fingers in my mouth, and I licked my cum off them. The watery fluid all but vanished inside my mouth, and I swallowed more out of habit than necessity. Melissa had all kinds of devilish means of getting me to do what she said. I didn’t need any more pain. I swallowed my pride right along with my cum as her pretty face smiled down at me.

“That’s a good slut,” she purred. “Now, mistress needs to cum. But you better not even think about letting yourself go, or I’ll fry those little balls of yours until you never cum again. Who gets to cum?”

“You, Miss Melissa,” I panted. “Only Miss Melissa gets to cum.”