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A Magical Formula

She really did appreciate the way her husband always did his best to endure the pleasures she offered him. She found those quiet little sounds that escaped him and those anguished grimaces on his face when he tried so hard to hold back to maximize her pleasure to be adorable, cute and sexy.

Still, there were times when the devil whispering in her ear provoked her in to reminding him that his ability to withstand the pleasures of her sweet, soft pussy were solely dependent upon her desire for him to do so.

In other words, sometimes the mood struck her to give him a little reminder that if she wanted to make him cum that there was no amount of focus... no amount of willpower... no amount of reciting baseball statistics in his head that would allow him to withstand the irresistible pleasures her pussy could inflict upon him.

Today was one of those days.

She approached him with hips swaying, then reached beneath her dress to peel down her warm, moist panties. After allowing them to dangle teasingly from her fingertips for a moment she tossed them aside then knelt between his legs, wasting little time freeing his cock.

Within moments her soft hands and teasing tongue had coaxed him in to just the condition she wanted. Moving up to join him, she straddled his lap and in one slow, graceful motion took him deep inside, her pussy claiming his cock as its captive prisoner.

The moment her body went in to action her husband gasped softly, his muscles tensing and a look of concern washing over his face. She smirked inwardly, well aware of what was causing his plight. Rather than allowing him a moment to become acclimated to the velvety soft tightness of her pussy she was instead immediately unleashing the power of her female sexuality upon him.

Her hips were already moving up and down... erotically undulating forward and back... sinuously moving in that way that allowed her pussy to mercilessly pleasure his cock.

And at the same time her exquisitely honed muscles were already squeezing and releasing... clenching and rippling... the hot, soft wetness of her pussy like a vise of silk clamping around him, intent on milking him of his male essence.

She smiled inwardly at the obvious sense of panic and helplessness in his voice when within moments he was already groaning, "Baby.... my god...."

Never breaking her erotic movements she took his face between her hands. Her voice was soft, gentle, and reassuring as she murmured, "Shhh, I know baby... it's ok. Don't try to fight it, you can't.... just give in... enjoy it... that's what I want."

With her hips rolling seductively and the muscles of her pussy relentlessly working over his cock he had no prayer. She emitted a soft purr of triumph when his head fell forward in defeat, the perfumed softness of her cleavage only adding to her sensual entrapment of this now helplessly aroused man.

She could feel his sense of embarrassment and helplessness at his inability to resist her, making her drip with arousal and the rush of sexual power that she could wield over this man. And as his body surrendered to hers, she cooed softly in his ear, urging him on.

"That's it baby.... just like that.... cum... cum for me... I want you to feel how my pussy can milk every... last... drop from you."

Moments later with his spent body still trembling beneath hers he tried to apologize. "Baby, I'm so sorry. I tried to hold back but...."

Quickly though she interrupted him, smiling as her fingers stroked through his hair. "Shhh, hush... I know. Sweetheart, I love the way you always try to hold back for me, really I do. But still, I don't want you to forget, if I want you to cum... you're going to cum... and there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop it."

"Oh god....," he moaned softly.

In a soft voice she purred, "You understand that, don't you?"

Still panting, he replied, "Oh yes. I understand perfectly."

With a wicked grin slowly forming on her face she teased, "Good. Because I know you might be thinking that I've finished having my way with you, but trust me honey, I haven't."

She smiled at his gasp when she allowed the muscles of her pussy to once again resume clutching and tugging at his cock that was still imprisoned within her. And at the sound of his moan of pleasure being muffled in to her cleavage she laughed softly, purring, "You are sooo mine, baby."

oh to sit in a restaurant and push my nails up a cute boys thigh, rest my hand in his crotch and feel his erection straining against the fabric while he desperately tries to keep quiet, praying that no one will notice

Happy No Nut Novermber (An Enchantress Story)

The enchantress grasps her struggling her by the wrist and pulls him into the dungeon, where he is strapped to the padded rack. His wrists cuffed to the board above his head, his legs forced wide apart by chains around his ankles, and for an extra touch of helplessness his meaty, muscular thighs are bound in silver clasps. He is utterly trapped.

Enchantress: Hero… despite your rebellious nature as a student of mine I have managed to teach you many lessons of sex education.Today, however, you will assist me on some sexual… experimenting.

Hero: I don’t consent to this science.

Enchantress: No worries, your consent isn’t necessary.

The enchantress gives a smug grin and presses her face close to his. He can smell her perfume, and see the opulence that is her eyes. His resolve to fight her falters against her domineering might. He grows erect.

For a moment kindness from her soul shines from her eyes.

She lays a kiss on his forehead and whispers…

Enchantress: This will be scary, but I won’t let you be harmed…

She winks and gets to “work.” She wraps her hand around his cock and holds it close to her lips. She whispers an incantation, and the hero can feel the magic trickle down his cock…

She begins to massage it with one hand, her other grasping his balls. She smirks at his discomfort.

Enchantress: This will be a loooong~ while, hero. Please try and relax.

Against the enchantress’s experienced skill and talent there is no relaxing possible, and she knows this. Her fingers press beneath his tip, as though propping up a tulip so it faced the afternoon sun, and gives the tiniest squeezes all while tickling, then fondling, then tickling again his balls and shaft.

It is agony. Ten minutes of steady agony before she begins to apply more pressure…

Enchantress: I’m merciful tonight… You’ll get to cum soon… in half an hour…

Ten minutes of slow and gentle stroking. The hero bites his lip and shivers.

Ten minutes of tightening her grip and bouncing. The hero gives such sweet, delicious moans.

Finally, ten minutes of careful, dedicated strokes. The hero’s cries are like desperate surrenders.

Finally he..

He…?

Hero: Wha- what’s happening?

He looks down. It is all the desperation and passion of a climax. All of the passion and moaning and his hips desperately bucking against his clasps.

But there is no release, no cum squirting from his cock, no relief and no climactic pleasure.

He feels, somehow, the cum that has been building up in his tight balls, that should be shooting out of his cock, instead swirling around… increasing… as though climbing up the shaft, only to come back into his balls…

And the enchantress’s smug grin grows into a sadistic leer, full of glee and lust…

The “climax” ends and his body settles… but the cum that has built up in his balls has not subsided, and his urge for orgasm has not been settled. In fact it feels as though his “orgasm” has somehow tightened his balls with more cum inside than before. Locked in, unreleased…

Hero: What…what is this-?

Enchantress: You can say that I’ve reached into the cosmic dictionary, hero, and changed the definition of your orgasm as I wish.

Hero: I… I haven’t cum…

Enchantress: Indeed… your orgasm should have been your release… But from now on it is nothing of the sort. Your balls still make precious cum, but it no longer has anywhere to exit… 

She gives his balls a small squeeze, satisfied by how they feel much fuller. Like the grapes on a vinyard, kept full by bending their stems but full and firm of juice.

Enchantress: Did you think the torture I had in store was simple teasing and denial? Oh no… I’ve changed the game…

Hero: No… wait…

Enchantress: There is no need to deny… You may “climax” as much as you like. This is not just an experiment on sex… I’ve altered the biology… No. The physics of sex itself!

Hero: No, wait, please don’t-!

The enchantress mounts the hero. His cock, never releasing its seed, remained erect and desperate.

She laughs as she bounces on him, thoroughly enjoying herself.

It is not purely one sided… The beginning and middle are the same. Both she and the hero share the ride… The excitement… The lip biting build up…

But when they climax it is she who feels the rapture and release, and his is a climax of yet more tension… More frustration… Cum that climbs his shaft but returns to his balls…

The cork doesn’t pop from the champagne bottle. The wine will not pour.

More and more cum in his balls, swelling them..

Hero: Argh… What is this..

Enchantress: Oh~ Is it tight, hero?

She unmounts and feels his erection. Moist, but not even a drop of precum. And his balls…

They do not comically inflate, magic or not, but they are bigger now… Perhaps, however, depending on how long she decides to keep him so…

Hero: Please… I can’t take anymore… They can’t become much fuller!

Enchantress: Shhh… do not doubt my work… You will become so full, so frustrated, and so tense… Your body will eternally demand orgasm after orgasm all for a release that will never come…

And with that she begins again with her fingers…

It is faster this time… Despite her teasing and care his body is so teased, so desperate for release he “climaxes” in less than ten minutes…

The cum swirls in his tight, growing balls, all cupped in her hands…

After that, eight minutes…

Four minutes…

Three…

Hero: Urgh… No… It’s too much…

Enchantress: Does it hurt, hero?

Hero: They might pop…

Enchantress: Don’t be silly. Does it hurt hero?

There is no pain. Only desperation… Only the never ending pleasure of tease… of forever leaping into a river to end up on dry land again, inches from the water… Of biting into a fruit but never breaking through the peel, only able to smell its sweet flesh and never taste…

Hero: The… the cum…

Enchantress: That’s right, hero… It’s not just that it isn’t cumming… It’s multiplying… to use a foregin term, Newton’s laws be damned. The orgasm of so much cum would make for an hour long orgasm, hero.

Hero: Please…

Enchantress: And I’ll never let you have it… It’ll build up and build and build… and you’ll climax and climax and climax… But even though I will be having the time of my life riding atop of you, you…

She kisses his desperate face and whispers in his ears…

Enchantress: …will forever be in hell…