Orgasm Denial

Last Saturday, my sweet girlfriend Beth had ordered me to meet her at
the strip-club.
She works there as an erotic dancer, and I'd always been feeling both
jealous and
curious about what she might be doing there. In everyday life, Beth
always enjoys
teasing men. It's true she has the most gorgeous and sexy body, with a
firm rounded
ass and perfectly shaped pair of boobs. And she always makes a point of
keeping it to
the most perfect fit with regular work-out and nude sun-tanning. She
could easily beat
any Penthouse model as far as her figure is concerned. And the way she
dresses is
meant to give any male an instant hard-on ! Skimpy micro-skirts,
skin-tight jeans,
see-through tops, she's got the most erotic fashion wardrobe you could
dream of. Not
to mention her extensive collection of sexy spiked-heel shoes and boots.
Just one of
them would be enough to have any foot fetishist like me go completely
nuts. And she
often likes to go along wearing nothing under her skimpy outfits,
letting everyone
stare at her gorgeous tits showing through, or flashing her sweet naked
pussy as she
uncrosses her legs or bends down to pick something up.
Beth had told me to put on my tightest pair of jeans and no underwear.
They were made
of a thin white cotton fabric, and although I always enjoyed going naked
under my
jeans, I was feeling a bit nervous at how little protection they were
giving me. We
were to do a bit of role-playing and act as if we didn't know each
other. As I drove
to her strip-club, I couldn't help feeling terribly aroused at the
thought of what the
evening would be like. I sat down near the stage and sipped a gin-tonic
as I watched
the dancers perform. Everyone one of them was really arousing, and my
hard-on was
getting everytime more difficult to control as I watched. But when Beth
climbed up the
stage to start her show, I thought I would faint from the arousal as I
saw the outfit
she'd chosen. She wore a skimpy black leather micro-dress that zipped up
the front,
closely outlining her sexy bod. It was cut with openings that let bared
her belly and
her back, right down to the upper curves of her shapely tanned bum. And
her black-
leather spiked-heeled thigh-high boots were completely out of this
world. Beth did an
incredibly sexy dance, singing to the tune of the song, and ever so
slowly stripping
to reveal she wore nothing underneath. The way she clung to the metal
pole at the
center of the stage, rubbing her sweet pussy over it as she danced was
putting me in
overdrive. And she kept looking the customers in the eyes licking her
lips at them.
When she looked at me that way, resting her spiked-heel on the top of
my table as she
sucked on her finger, I almost felt my cock would burst through the
tight fabric of my
pants.

After her dance, Beth went touring the customers, chatting with them. I
saw her
disappear with many of them down to the lap-dance area, and I really was
starting to
feel terribly jealous. Some of them were coming up with obvious
hard-ons, and I was
really wondering what she'd been doing to them. At last, she approached
me, and we
started chatting as I ordered a couple of drinks. When she asked me if
I'd like a
private dance with her, I accepted right away and followed her
downstairs to one of
the booths. I sat on the couch as she started moving on the wooden
platform to the
rythm of the music. She was ever so slowly unzipping her dress until her
full firm
tanned boobs popped out. She then lifted her breasts with her hands and
started
sucking on them as her leather-clad thigh started rubbing againt my leg.
My rock-hard
member was throbbing inside my tight jeans, and I could feel the precum
start leaking
out from the arousal. She then turned and bent down to reveal her naked
ass and pussy
to my goggling eyes. I found it hard to control myself as she started
fingering her
sweet pussy right before my eyes. After a while, she finished unzipping
her dress and
tossed it to me. She stood naked before me but for her incredibly sexy
boots. Now the
rubbing of her thighs against mine was getting more deliberate. And when
the leather
of her boots suddenly brushed over the bulging head of my cock, I
thought she'd have
me cream my pants right there. The song ended, and she asked me if I'd
like another
one. I was feeling completely as if hypnotized, and would have agreed to
spend the
rest of my life just watching her dance like that. The second song was
even more
teasing. She leaned her head just above my crotch, having me feel as if
she were
giving a blow-job as my cock kept desperately throbbing under her gaze.
And as she
straightened up, her boobs went pushing right into my crotch, rubbing
over my cock and
balls until I felt almost ready to cum. And then she started playing
with the heels of
her boots, holding them in her hands, rubbing back and forth along them
as if she was
jerking them off. As she rested down on the floor fingering herself, she
looked at me
right in the eyes while her spiked heel moved above my crotch. And when
the tip of her
heel deliberately brushed over my cock-head, I felt right on the brink
of erupting
from the unbearable arousal. As the dance ended, I was really embarassed
at the extent
of the wet spot of precum that had leaked through the thin fabric of my
pants at the
tip of my rock-hard member. I gave Beth the 20 bucks for her dances
along with a
generous tip, and asked her if she'd like to escort me to a disco club
later on. She
told me dancers weren't supposed to go out with customers after work,
but since she'd
really enjoyed dancing for me, she would make an exception.

I couldn't wait for her to finish her work. Finally, we went out and
climbed into my
car heading for the disco. She was still wearing her leather micro-dress
and boots,
and my cock was still uncomfortably hard from what she'd been doing
earlier on. As I
drove, I suddenly felt her hand rest on my thigh, telling me she really
liked my
jeans. Soon, her fingers were busy brushing over the fabric, causing it
to rub against
my bulging erection. I had real trouble keeping concentrated on my
driving as she
grabbed the head of my cock and started slowly masturbating me through
my pants. I
nearly came when I saw her finger herself under her dress as she led me
right to the
brink of ejaculation. But she tightly squeezed the head of my cock just
as I felt I
couldn't hold any longer, and I saw her moan from ecstasy as she
seemingly experienced
an overwhelming orgasm. She then ran her juice-covered fingers just
under my nose and
had me eagerly lick them clean. Their sweet aroma had me even more
aroused, as she
resumed masturbating me until I was once again on the brink.

We finally arrived at the disco, and the beat was already going pretty
strong. We
first settled to have dinner in the somewhat more quiet restaurant area.
The
atmosphere was very romantic at our candle-lit table, and I ordered some
champagne
to go along with the fine cuisine. As we faced each other chatting, Beth
asked me
what I'd liked best about her dance. I said 'Everything ! But your
high-heeled
boots were a special turn-on !'. She answered 'Really ? Would you happen
to have a
little foot fetish ?'. The sexy bitch damn knew the answer, and before I
could say
anything, she extended her foot under the table and rested it on my
crotch. She said
'You know I really liked the way your arousal was showing through your
tight pants.
You don't wear any undies under there, don't you ? You know you should
be careful
!'. Her spiked-heel had proceeded slowly massaging my bulging cock-head
in a way
that almost instantly had me on the brink of creaming my pants. But she
then gave it
a tighter squeeze that had my urge subside at the last moment. I should
tell you
Beth is an incredibly expert little cock-teaser. She knows exactly how
to manipulate
my cock and bring me to the very edge of spurting. She knows just how
sensitive my
cock-head is, and enjoys playing with it until my precum starts
helplessly leaking
from the approach of orgasm. And she knows just how to squeeze it at the
last
possible moment and deny me any relief. Her spiked-heel resumed deftly
massaging my
leaking cock-head through the thin fabric of my jeans. My lack of
underwear made it
even more helplessy sensitive to her expert fondling. I could see her
hand had
disappeared under the table cloth. I could only imagine how busy she was
fingering
herself under her leather micro-dress, and could see her softly moaning
as she
looked at me in the eyes. She had lowered the zipper at the front of her
dress,
giving me a luscious view down to her barely covered boobs. The expert
manipulations
of her spiked-heel were once again slowly driving me over the edge. She
must have
sensed from my gaze I'd reached the point of no return, because she
suddenly smiled
broadly and applied a very tight squeeze to my desperate cock-head just
as I felt I
was starting to ejaculate ! I saw her moan and close her eyes as she
kept the
pressure until my denied orgasm had completely subsided. I knew that
putting me in
such a state was giving her an ecstatic orgasm. And knowing about her
sweet orgasm
was having me even more aroused. I would almost have crawled under the
table and
buried my head between her thighs. I longed to lick her sweet pussy
clean of her
love juices and give her yet another orgasm. But it was hardly
appropriate to do
that right in the middle of the restaurant, and all I could do was take
her juice
covered hand and discreetly lick it as though I was kissing it. The
torture went on
for the whole course of the meal. I could really feel my pants getting
wet from the
amount of precum the sexy bitch was causing to leak from my engorged
cock-head as
she kept me on the edge of ejaculation. I really was so absorbed by the
incredible
erotic tension that I hardly managed to eat anything.

We finally stood up, heading for the dance area. I had to hold my
jacket in front
of me to hide my throbbing hard-on and the obvious wetness of my pants.
But the sexy
little cock-teaser told me : 'You don't expect I'm going to dance with
you while
you're holding your jacket like that, do you ? Just leave it at the
cloak-room and
I'm sure you'll feel much more comfortable.' I did as she told, and the
sexy bitch
knew I was now helplessly exposed. She looked down at my bulging crotch
and said
'Wow ! Didn't I tell you to be careful ? It really looks like you've
creamed your
pants !'. Her fingernails traced the wet spot of precum that had formed
over my
bulging cock-head, raking along its underside in a way that sent me
again right up
the slope of ejaculation. She removed her fingers just when my breath
started
getting shorter. We walked to the bar and as I ordered some drinks, she
was rubbing
her shapely ass against my crotch until my helpless cock started
twitching from the
arousal. She took her drink and told me to wait there as she had to go
to the
powder-room. After a while, I saw her come back to the bar, but she was
closely
followed by another guy. She passed by me as if she didn't even know me,
and they
went to order some drinks. The sexy little bitch was rubbing her bum
against the
guy's crotch as he held her by the hips. I thought I would die from
jealousy as I
saw her hand reach behind and seemingly start to fondle the guy's cock
through his
pants. And at the same time her vicious teasing game was getting me
incredibly
aroused ! I watched them as they went to the dance-floor. Her
bum-rubbing act was
now getting even bolder. She was litterally dry-humping the guy as they
danced,
viciously masturbating him with her barely covered shapely ass. The guy
had moved
his hands down from her hips to under the rim of her micro-dress, and
from the
ripples that formed, I knew he'd reached her sweet naked pussy and was
busy
fingering her. Her hand reached behind between them, seemingly grabbing
his cock,
and I saw them explode together in a shatterring orgasm. She repeated
her little
game with a couple of other guys. My jealousy and arousal were reaching
totally
unbearable limits !

Finally, she came back to me and said "Oh, Philip, you're still there,
are you ? Why
don't you get me another drink ? I'll give you a dance you will remember
!". I did
as she told, but saw her viciously rub her bum against another guy as I
ordered the
drink. She was really doing everything to drive me insane with mixed
jealousy and
arousal. She went to sit on the edge of a table as I stood by her. As
she sipped on
her drink, she put her knee between my thighs and started moving it up
and down to
the rythm of the music. She acted as if unaware of what she was doing,
but the way
she was letting it rub against my over-sensitive cock and balls soon had
me right on
the brink. That sexy bitch was masturbating me through my tight jeans
with the knee
of her thigh-high black leather boots right in front of everybody ! Her
expert
massage was slowly but surely bringing me over the edge. I felt my cock
twitching,
ready to explode. I couldn't wait to be finally relieved of all the
accumulated
arousal Beth's expert cock-tease had created. I was so incredibly
aroused I didn't
care about messing my pants. As Beth had pointed out earlier, they were
already so
wet from precum anyway that I had little left to lose. I felt that
familiar tickling
in my rock-hard member. I thought nothing could stop me now as my orgasm
was right
about to fire from the tantalizing manipulations of Beth's knee over my
bulging
cock-head. But just at that crucial moment, she suddenly stopped her
massage and
pushed her knee very hard into my cock and balls, causing the surge of
my orgasm to
immediately recede. The vicious little cock-teaser had actually caused
me to start
spurting some cum into my pants, but she'd managed to cut off my orgasm
before I
could get any relief. My cock was even more hard and desperate now, and
my balls
were literally aching from denial and frustration. And the wetness of
my pants was
getting more than critical.

Beth shifted her position on the table and crossed her legs, flashing
her naked
pussy at me in the process. The sole and heel of her right boot came to
rest on my
left thigh, just inches from the tip of my erection. As she looked down
at my
crotch, she said "Wow, Philip, how come your pants are so wet ? You seem
to have
gotten yourself into some trouble here ! You should control yourself
better !". With
that, the tip of her heel started circling over the wet area that
surrounded my
cock-head, sending ripples through the fabric that caused it to rub
against my
throbbing member. Once again I felt my orgasm building. And when the
spiked tip of
her heel started raking the underside of my over-sensitive cock-head, my
state of
arousal went completely out of control. I felt I couldn't hold any
longer as the
expert cock-teaser deliberately pushed me over the edge with her vicious
little
heel-job. I saw her slide one hand under the rim of her leather
micro-dress and
squeeze her thighs tight over it. I knew the sweet little teaser was
getting really
hot at what she was doing to me, and I was getting even more
uncontrollably aroused.
Once again I felt that twitching in my cock as the surge of my orgasm
was right
about to escape from my aching-balls. I was so close now, and so
desperately hoping
for relief. But just as I my orgasm was about to trigger, Beth tightly
squeezed my
throbbing cock-head with the tip of her heel, leaving me breathless with
frustrated
anticipation. She viciously smiled at me as her soft moans revealed she
was getting
an orgasm just as she denied me any relief. She licked her lips while
staring at my
crotch and said "Wheew ! Seems you were pretty close ! That poor thing
looks all
pretty bothered in your tight pants ! Would you like me to do something
about it ?".
She didn't wait for an answer, and resumed her maddenning heel-massage
on my leaking
cock-head. She had me completely on the brink as she asked me : "You
like the
feeling of my heel masturbating you through your jeans, don't you,
Philip ? I could
tell from the start you had that little foot fetish ! ". My cock started
throbbing.
I felt right about to erupt under the expert manipulations of her spiked
heel as it
purposedly raked over the underside of my cock-head. She had me
literally trembling
from the arousal. She added : "Look how that poor thing is throbbing !
You're just
about to ejaculate into your pants, aren't you, Philip ? Would you like
me to
continue ?". Once again, she was driving me completely over the edge. I
really
thought I'd reached the point of no return as the light raking of her
heel on my
cock-head deliberately caused my orgasm to trigger. But just as I felt
the first
surge of cum rising from my aching balls, her sole and heel suddenly
applied such a
tight squeeze to my helpless cock that my orgasm instantly subsided. She
closed her
eyes, squeezing her hand between her thighs as she kept the pressure on
my
desperately throbbing cock-head. She moaned in an overwhelming orgasm as
she once
again denied me any relief at the last possible moment.

Beth got up from the table, telling me to wait there while she went to
the powder-
room. I asked her about the dance she'd promised me, but she told me she
didn't feel
in the mood right at the moment. She came back escorted by another guy,
and they
started dancing right in front of me. Beth was acting as if I wasn't
there, and once
again she was performing her vicious bum-rubbing act over the guy's
crotch,
seemingly bringing him to orgasm as she dry-humped him on the dance
floor, reaching
her hand behind her back to masturbate him through his pants. I was
again wild with
mixed arousal and jealousy ! Now she was dancing alone in front of me,
and I started
dancing behind her, hoping I would finally have that long promised dance
with her.
She stepped back, lightly brushing her bum against my aching hard-on.
But then she
stepped forward several feet away, stopping the sexy contact just as it
had started.
She bent down as if to pick up something from the floor, causing her
leather micro-
dress to hike-up and reveal her tanned naked ass-cheeks to my goggling
eyes. My cock
was about to break through the fabric of my pants from the
uncontrollable arousal
that sweet little teaser was creating in me. As she raised herself, she
managed to
step backwards and cause her naked bum to rub from my cock-head up to my
aching
balls. She proceeded with the rubbing, dry-humping me with her exposed
vicious bum
until I was right on the brink of spurting. The feeling of her sweet
ass-cheeks as
they rubbed against my desperate hard-on through the thin fabric of my
jeans was
completely out of this world. I reached under the rim of her dress and
started
fingering her sweet wet pussy. That only increased my arousal, and her
vicious
rubbing was right about to send me over the edge. And then she reached
behind and
grabbed my cock, proceeding to masturbate me into my jeans until I
thought I'd
reached the point of no return. But at the last possible moment, the
little teaser
squeezed the head of my cock tightly between her fingers, once again
denying me any
relief. I was desperate as I felt her thighs close around my hand while
she
experienced yet another ecstatic orgasm.

The club was closing, and as we returned home, Beth told me I'd been a
good little
slave and would have a reward. My sweet reward was to be allowed to lick
her to an
overwhelming orgasm. I was feeling so grateful for the sweet torture
she'd put me
through as I tenderly licked her beautiful pussy and inhaled its sexy
scent. Her
feet were resting on my cock, lightly rubbing it until she had me on the
edge. She
exploded in ecstasy, clutching my head between her thighs. As we laid on
the bed,
she closed her eyes telling me she would really sleep well tonight. She
reached down
to my hard member, teasing my cock-head between her expert fingers until
I felt
right about to explode. Then she grabbed my throbbing shaft in her hand
and fell
fast asleep, leaving me with the worst case of blue-balls and an
erection which
wouldn't subside. As I lay awake at her side, I could only wonder when
my sweet
Torturess would finally give me some relief ...