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The Coldest Night of the Year Ch. 02
Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Voyeur, Author: magas911, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster
question. "Answer me." "Um, I couldn't help myself. I felt ashamed and guilty while I was doing it." "Masturbate for me." I looked up her imploringly. Please, no. "Take out your cock and stroke it till you come. You don't need to ask my permission. Show me. And don't say a fucking word." I unzipped my jeans. I fished my erect cock out of my underwear. I started to stroke it. My eyes started tearing up. My nose was running. Oh, fuck. I was crying. I was miserable. Miserable for letting her down. For losing my own discipline. For depriving myself of Clara's pussy. I stroked harder. I wanted so desperately to come and get this ordeal over with. Clara watched me, looking both angry and bored. Between my emotional state and the fact that I had come hard that afternoon, it seemed to take forever for me to come. I finally came all over my hand and my jeans. And broke down into sobs. "I'll take care of myself tonight, so you can sl**p in the guest room," said Clara. "Yes, Clara," I replied, starting to rise. "Wait a minute," Clara said. "I've changed my mind." I looked up, hopeful. "I want you to move permanently. The guest room is now your room. You may not enter this room without my permission." I sighed deeply and nodded. I was too defeated to even answer. Clara then took my face in her hands. "I can't go indefinitely without someone who knows how to fuck me. If you can't learn to control yourself and ... come to me with the proper gratitude, I'll find a man who can fuck me right. Now, get out of my room." OCTOBER: CLARA AND KURT By mid-October, the outlines of our relationship were becoming clear. Sex with Clara had been exciting, but infrequent. I was learning to control my orgasms and Clara was able to come many times before deciding whether I would be allowed to come. I learned to appreciate being denied by her and I spent my days in a state of constant arousal and dependence. On those nights where Clara allowed me to come, she would also allow me to sl**p with her in her room. Did she ever get lonely sl**ping alone? One night, lying in my room, I was awakened by a hand slowly stroking my cock. Clara never came into my room. I lay there quietly, not wanting to spoil the moment. I felt a finger on my lips and a whispered "shhh". I moaned just enough to let her know I wanted more. Clara stroked my cock and until I was close to coming, and then would back off until I was aching but unable to come. She repeated this maybe half an hour. Then she stopped. I groaned. I was surprised then by Clara climbing on top of me, taking hold of my cock, and slowly sliding herself onto my shaft. "I want you to control yourself," She said. "I know you've been trying hard to save yourself for me. I want to reward you for your self-control." She sat there on top of me for minutes, just squirming a little as she enjoyed the feeling of me inside her. "I woke in the ...