Steve gets Denied!!

Steve gets Denied!!

Last night I had a dream about something that happened years ago and I thought I’d share the story with you.  This happened when I was a couple years out of college and my boyfriend at the time and I were not dating, that boyfriend ended up being my hubby. We were taking some time off from our relationship to decide which way we wanted to go, should we stay together or move on and meet other people?  As the story goes, happily we ended up back together and as they say the rest is history. 

  One of my best friends from college was engaged to her college boyfriend for six months when he suddenly and expectantly called the wedding off.  I felt awful as she had already begun to make plans for the wedding and I was helping her as I was going to be a bride’s maid in the wedding party.  I felt awful for my girlfriend and was quite surprised to find Steve, her ex-fiancé’ knocking at my condo door one evening just a week after he called the wedding off.

  My attitude toward him was one of coolness and he apologized for causing my friend so much hurt and disappointment.  He knew how upset I was at him but he asked if he could come in to talk and give “his side of the story.” I listened somewhat disinterested at his reasoning for the break up but I had already made up my mind about what a jerk Steve was for doing what he did.  After bout a forty five minute conversation to my amazement he soon began to come on to me and suggested in a roundabout way that we could be “good for each other.”  I made the split decision to instead of get mad at him I would encourage him to make a fool of him.

  After a few drinks we began to play kissy-face and I allowed my kisses to be just passionate enough to lead Steve to believe he had a “chance.”  I had always enjoyed teasing guys over the years but I wanted to make Steve sick with lust and desire before I pulled the string on him.  My girlfriend had told me Steve had a thing for feet so in between our little make out sessions I crossed my legs and allowed my flip-flops to dangle from my toes and made sure to wiggle them quite a bit.  I laughed to myself as I caught Steve staring longingly at my foot and soon noticed a bulge appearing in his crotch.

  During one of our little make out sessions I feigned passion and reluctantly allowed him to remove my shirt and bra.  I was amused and flattered at the look of awe on Steve’s face as my breasts presented themselves to him.  I am a rather typical looking Chinese gal in the face but have been blessed with exotic looks, and a lush body highlighted by fairly large firm breasts – for a Chinese gal.  I can recall in my college days more than one guy mistakenly assumed that removing my bra was tantamount to removing my panties.  I had something along the same line in mind for Steve.

  Steve immediately bent to pay homage to the perfect pair, and I countered by gently unzipping his fly and removing his cock from his pants.  Steve’s cock was not all that long, but it had quite a hefty girth to it.  It was fully aroused but not nearly as hungry and desperate as I had in mind for it.

  I began a slow, soft and lazy hand job as Steve slurped, feasted and moaned on my breasts.  Steve soon eased a hand up under my skirt but I removed his hand and excused myself for a moment because I had forgotten to wear panties that day.  I don’t particularly enjoy wearing panties but they are quite effective in preventing accidental penetration when intercourse is not in the cards and it was definitely not in the cards for Steve.

  The little interruption was good for Steve in any event, as it gave him a little time to stew and sweat and wonder.  I nearly laughed out loud as I caught Steve stroking his cock when I came back into the room.  I knew he would be stroking it again, at least once before the night was over – next time in the privacy of his own home, lol….

  I bent down over the edge of the couch and gave Steve a light kiss, drawing teasingly away as he sought more passion from me. My breasts swayed before his eyes and I caught the first undeniable look of desperation on his face and knew that the teasing was taking its toll.  I countered Steve’s now serious and desperate mood by being playful and frisky, knowing quite well that it was the last thing he wanted. 

  I resumed my seat beside him and stuck my tongue in his ear and licked his neck as I giggled playfully, knowing just how much this can turn a guy on.  When he attempted to move back to my breasts, I stopped him and demanded he think of a name for each of them before he could kiss them again.  He stared at them in frustration as I shimmed them slowly until he responded.  As he thought of names I bent to his now inflamed cock and brought my lips to within less than an inch of touching it and announced that I was naming his cock Kawliga, as in the old Hank William’s country western song where poor, old Kawliga never got a kiss.  Steve was not the least bit amused by this antic, and I detected the head of his cock throbbing involuntarily in anticipation of the feel of my warm, wet lips and tongue around his engorged cock.  Instead all he got to feel was my hot breath for a few seconds before I sat back up with an impish look on my face and laughed knowingly at his obvious desire and I noticed the first drops of pre-cum on the head of his throbbing cock.

  Steve’s face showed his frustration and bitter disappointment and I decided to add a little fuel to the fire.  I sweetly and seductively whispered in his ear that I did not believe in blowjobs, as if they were a religion or something.  Simply hearing me hotly mouth the word blowjob had its desired mind-inflaming effect and Steve shuddered at my hot breath in his ear and I giggled as I watched his untouched cock bob and sway in his lap with his pre-cum now dripping down along its throbbing veins. 

  Steve was becoming quite anxious because of my playful teasing manner and my bobbing, swaying breasts continued to taunt him as did the fact that my skirt had somehow managed to ride up considerably higher exposing my tanned thighs and bright white bikini cotton panties.

  Steve’s poor cock wasn’t faring too well and lolled, heavily swollen, like an obscene sausage.  I doubted that it had begun to ache yet but knew that it would be a source of considerable discomfort to him before he got it home and “tended” to it.  It had taken on that hair-trigger look and I reminded myself to be careful that he didn’t lose his load and ruin all my hard work.  I let him have another session with my breasts and was amazed at his lust and hunger.  Knowing that he had a thing for feet I was amazed that he never asked to kiss them but maybe he was too embarrassed to ask.

  The little leg display that Steve had received now prompted him to run his hand up under my skirt in search of “Miss Puss.”  Miss Puss was nice and damp and hot and snug and capable of giving a man intense pleasure.  Miss Puss could also be maddening and elusive and capable of causing a man pure hell and torment.  Poor Steve met the latter Miss Puss. 

  As Steve rubbed his fingers around my crotch and felt the heat off Miss Puss through my panties he started to moan.  I looked at his throbbing cock and noticed he now had nearly a continuous flow of pre-cum dripping out of its engorged head and down his bobbing shaft in anticipation of a much needed orgasm.

  I began to prepare to pull the string on him and send him on his way however I allowed him to slip my skirt off but kept my panties on.  The cotton material served the dual purpose of inflaming and containing Steve’s passion.

  As he slobbered and kissed my legs and belly in a desperate attempt to arouse my passion I very coolly began to bring his load to the brink with a slow steady hand job designed to almost get the job done, but not quite, if you know what I mean.

  Once I had Steve’s load right where I wanted it, trapped in his swollen blue balls I began to play with it like a yo-yo bringing it to the edge and back with softer and lighter strokes and then steadier more regular strokes.  He tried to buck and hump his hips in an attempt to get the rhythm he need to cum but each time he tried I gently let go of his swollen sausage while he let out a large moan in frustration.

  Steve continued to try and arouse my passion to get me to his level of “need” and moved to his knees in front of me to put his head between my legs in an attempt at licking my pussy through my panties.  I let him get face to face with Miss Puss, almost but not quite thanks to my damp panties. I am sure he could smell my pussy and feel her warm, moist heat.  With Steve on his knees in front of my I lifted my foot and began to gently rub his cock with my talented foot.  I giggled when I realized that Steve had started to hump my foot and leg in hopes of some relief but I moved my foot away each time he started to get a rhythm and close to cumming which caused him to moan loudly in frustration.  It was a scene I was sure he would remember later that evening as he jerked off alone at home.

  When he realized he wasn’t having much luck with his head between my legs he moved back up onto the sofa next to me which allowed me to gently tease that swollen sausage of his with some more gentle strokes.  With lust in his eyes he then suggested we to the bedroom, and I knew the time had come to shut him off, I laughed a bit and said “Not this time Steve.”  I gently jacked his cock one last time and released if forever.  It was an angry plum color as I slipped it back into his pants and gently tugged up the zipper.

  Miss Puss had now turned from an object of love and passion to one of torment for Steve.  He hoarsely asked me why he couldn’t have any and I told him what I thought of what he did to my friend.  I saw the panic in his eyes as he stared helplessly at my coral-tipped teasers that still swayed mockingly before him.  I quickly stood and bent from the waist with my back to Steve and picked up my bra.  The view that I presented was designed to torment further, and it did.  Steve groaned audibly and I settled in a chair opposite him and began to fasten my bra very slowly, then turning it around and gently fitting each breast into its own cup.

  Steve began to plead for sympathy and understanding, but we both knew that sympathy and understanding were not what he really needed.  Steve’s problem was plainly visible in the form of a huge bloated lump in the front of his pants.  The tease was going to be rough on him he was a guy use to getting what he wanted and he wanted it.

  As I sat across from Steve he stared at the never-never land of pleasure between my legs and the bulge in his crotch pulsed uncontrollably.  I told him to go home to take care of his “problem” because I needed to get ready for a date I had later that evening.  I giggled to myself as he got up and walked to the door as the bulge in the front of his pants “pointed” the way as I thought to myself, yes cock teasing can be fun.  I quickly got dressed for my date; I was suddenly getting quite horny.  Kisses….