“Lay down,” commands Venus.
You quickly lay on the ground facing up. You are careful not to look directly at her, for fear of incurring her wrath.
Venus drops down on her knees and takes your cock in her hand. She says, “I am going to jack you off. You are not allowed to move a muscle. You will not cum until I allow you to. Do you understand?”
“Yes, my Goddess.” You respond.
She starts by squeezing and relaxing her hand over your rod. Her touch is soft but firm, ands you quickly become erect. She spits on your cock and works the spittle up and down the shaft. She spits again, and this time rubs the warm saliva over the darkening head.
She is soon making long, agonizingly slow strokes with her dainty hands. Without even realizing it, you instinctively push your hips forward. Venus grips your cock harshly, sending a wave of pain through your body. “I said no movement, and I meant it,” she says icily. “I don’t want that to happen again.”
She resumes her slow and methodical rhythm and it takes an incredible amount of concentration to fight your body’s urge to tense up and push your groin forward. You could never have imagined how hard it would be to keep your muscles relaxed in this situation.
After several minutes, you feel the stirrings in you balls of an approaching orgasm. Venus seems to be aware of this also, for she reminds you, “Don’t cum until I tell you.” You close your eyes and try to focus on not spurting. Under normal circumstances, you would just slow and relax and it would postpone any orgasm. However, Venus hasn’t speed up or slowed down, she continues to pump away at the same pace, and you already are relaxed (if fighting to stay relaxed can truly be called relaxing).
The stirring fades into what can only be described as a strangely pleasurable dull ache in your sack. You can almost feel the semen working their way up out of your balls. Your breath begins to quicken as you fight to keep control. You feel precum begin to seep out.
“No cumming.” Venus warns you. “You keep your filthy mortal juices inside you until I say otherwise.”
The dull ache quickly builds up to a demand, a demand from your body for release. Sweat begins to form on your forehead as you try to fight the overwhelming urge to blow you load. Venus keeps pumping her fist at the same measured speed, each stroke increasing the need for discharge.
You risk a plea for mercy, “Please Goddess, I can’t take much more.”
“No.” says Venus. “Not one drop until I say.”
Your body is screaming at you to let it cum. Sweat is pouring out of you. Your balls feel as if they were going to explode. You cock feels so heavy and full of cum that you can barely stand the Goddess’s touch. You hear words pouring out of your mouth on their own, “Please Goddess, I need to! I’ll do anything! Please!”
After every appeal, Venus simply states, “No,” and prolongs your agony.
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