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Story Script:

NARRATOR: She stood before him, a vision of power and desire, watching his every move as he obeyed her command.
ACTOR1: Today you’ll be cumming exactly how I tell you to. So don’t stroke it, just yet. You’re just gonna grow in those pants. Building up all those urges of releasing for me.
NARRATOR: His cock strained against his jeans, a thick, hard outline begging for release as he thought of her.
ACTOR1: Thinking about all those things you want to do to me. Especially with this ass and these titties. Are you hard yet? I figured you would be already. Go on, take those pants off.
NARRATOR: He fumbled with his belt, his hands shaking with need before his thick dick sprung free.
ACTOR1: Grab hold of that cock and don’t start stroking until I say so. I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t want you to have a normal orgasm ever again.
NARRATOR: She watched his fist close around his shaft, his knuckles white with the effort of holding back.
ACTOR1: You know, stroking stroking stroking right through until you’ve unloaded all over yourself? An orgasm where you feel the release, the rush through your body, complete satisfaction. Start stroking, by the way. Slowly though.
NARRATOR: His hand began to move, a slow, torturous glide up and down his slickening length.
ACTOR1: Slower! You clearly need practice, but we will fix that. Stroking up and down, Just. Like. This. That’s it. Now a little faster. Faster, faster. Now stop.
NARRATOR: He froze, his entire body trembling on the edge as a low groan escaped his lips.
ACTOR1: I’m so wet thinking about you stroking for me. Think about how you desperately want these titties in your mouth. How you wish I was jerking that cock for you. You may begin again, slowly, just like before.
NARRATOR: His hand moved again in a slow, deliberate rhythm, his breath coming in ragged pants.
ACTOR1: Slower now. Spit on your cock for me, twice. I want it dripping, just like it would be inside me.
NARRATOR: He spat onto his palm, the wet sound echoing before he slicked his shaft, making it glisten.
ACTOR1: Now stroke it faster for me. That’s it. You better not fucking cum. Not until I say so. Faster, that’s it. Now stop.
NARRATOR: His hand stilled instantly, a tortured whimper escaping him as his balls tightened, desperate for the release she denied him.