“I want you to do exactly what I tell you,” she said.
“OK,” I agreed.
“Take out your cock.”
I did so. It was getting hard already.
“Stroke it,” she said. “But very slowly.”
I began to do so.
“I shall eventually have an orgasm,” she said. “Just from using my hand. But I’m afraid you will not come. Your pleasure will be in watching me and pleasing me.”
I said nothing, just watched her hand rubbing against the top of her cunt, exciting her c**t. In turn she watched me stroking myself.
“Let me tell you how things are working out for me,” she said. “Of course I do still enjoy f*****g guys, very much. But I also think, while they are doing it, of the effect on you. I like to tell you what they do, how they excite me. I understand how jealous you get, how this works on your masochistic s*
