My name is Anita, and I adore ruining men’s orgasms. Oh don’t look shocked, I’m sure you’ve heard of it, and if you haven’t, well, you should definitely read on, particularly if you’re a woman with a husband, partner or boyfriend. This is a skill you definitely want to have.
Let me tell you about the last guy I ruined. We worked in the same building, and had been hitting on me for a while; you know the kind of thing, sending me messages, “accidentally” brushing past me in the corridor. He even sent me a request on social media once, using a pathetic fake name, asking for photos. I knew it was him, and I think he was hoping I would recognize him, and that it would lead to some exaggerated porn fantasy. Guys are so pathetic like that.
One day he got a little bolder. He sent me a text telling me about how ‘big’ he was. I was bored so I asked him to tell me more, just for kicks. He launched into a long text thread about how he rarely came in sex, but that he always satisfied his girlfriends, of whom apparently there were many.
I yawned. The texts went on, long after I stopped replying. He didn’t bother me. Had I been bothered, I already had enough evidence to go to his manager. But this guy needed to be taught a lesson.
So, out of nowhere, I sent a text asking him to meet me after the close of business in the meeting room on the 27th floor. No-one used that floor anymore and it was deserted most of the time.
19:00 hours arrived and naturally, he was there before me, sitting on a desk, looking nervous, like an overgrown boy, really. I walked in, and said hi. He was awkward, tried to talk, kept stumbling. Typical. What had happened to his online confidence? I yawned, and then I laid it out for him:
“Listen, I know you really want to be with me. But I don’t think you know what I’m into. Have you even thought about it?”
He assured me that he was sexually adventurous and that whatever it was, he’d be fine. This irritated me even more. Who did he think he was?
“You really don’t know what you’re getting into. I’m pretty unusual in my tastes.”
Again, that same glib smile and eagerness. There was no problem. He was up for it.
“Fine,” I said, “You want it that way, that’s what you’re going to get. Sit down on the chair and put your hands behind your back.”
He did what I asked. I calmly walked around behind him. Taking two lengths of cord I had brought along for the occasion, I tied his hands, and then moved on to his feet, binding them together. Then I sat in the desk in front of him, leaving my legs open slightly, so he could see the red of my panties.
Judging by the massive bulge in his trousers, he’d noticed. I bit my lip, leaned forward over him, giving him a good view of my cleavage, and then I slowly undid his belt. I told him to lift up and pulled down his trousers, revealing his tight-boxer briefs and his hidden erection inside.
By this time he was getting pretty excited, instinctively rocking his hips up and down, grinding his cock against his underwear. I smiled to myself. By the look of the bulge, he had seriously overestimated his size, but then that was common.
“I want to see that big cock of yours,” I whispered. I started pulling down his boxers, while he sat helpless. His cock was soon free, standing straight up, erect. His scent, sweaty and musky, filled my nostrils. I tried not to let my disgust show. He was breathing heavy, and shifting in his seat, and all this just because I’d pulled his underwear down.
Moving slowly, deliberately, I sat down on his right leg, straddling him, aware that he would be feeling my pussy pressing through my panties and against the top of his thigh. I felt a little thrill of satisfaction as I watched his cock pulse and his balls tighten when I sat on him.
“Oh… yessss….” he muttered. He was having the time of his life.
Not taking my eyes off him, I reached out and grabbed his cock, wrapping my fingers around it and squeezing, ever so slightly.
“Ohhhh…. ffffuck,” he gasped.
I felt his manhood swell up in my hand, and watched the swollen head get even bigger in its engorged state. It looked like he wasn’t far from exploding already. So much for his claim that he could fuck for hours. But I didn’t say anything. I just held my hand there. He was so predictable, so impatient. I felt him trying to push his little dick up into my palm. So I loosened my grip.
This seemed to have a strong effect on him. He threw his head back, as though in pure pleasure and he seemed completely consumed with grinding his cock into my hand. So I decided to give him a little more. I pushed myself against him, my pussy on his thigh, and started slowly stroking his cock.
He started to moan even harder. I could see a long strand of precum dribbling from the top of his cock, and this made me smile. I decided to catch him by surprise and suddenly tightened my grip, I started to jerk him off, fast and hard. This had a big effect on him. He had been used to a nice gentle pace, and when I started to going faster, he spluttered and gasp.
“Ohhhh fuck, fuck fuck fuck….oh fuck…. Don’t stop, don’t stop!” His words were coming so fast that they started merging together into one long moan of desire. I didn’t stop, I kept going, waiting for my next sign. As I watched, the head of his cock grew shinier, I could feel that his balls were tightening and he began to groan, his whole body stiffening:
“Oh, yes that’s it, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”
And then I slowed down. Just when he was about to shoot his load, I loosened my grip and went back to just lazily teasing the head of his cock with two fingers.
He lifted his head up and stared down at his cock, his face twisted in shock, the stress of his near orgasm still etched on his face. He was transfixed, helpless, unable to think of anything else besides the pressure in his poor, aching cock.
“Don’t worry, I’m gonna let you come soon,” I said, sweetly, “But don’t you want to feel my mouth on you first?”
His eyes widened.
Sliding off his leg, I dropped to my knees in front of him, still lazily teasing his cock, which was still swollen and red at the head, as though it was about to explode. Of course, I had no intention of letting that happen. I moved my mouth towards it, savouring how close he was, and then, gently, slowly, softly, I touched my tongue to the tip of his shiny helmet.
At this point, he had lost the ability to form coherent words. Instead, he responded with a drawn-out moan and then a wail of sheer pleasure. He was no longer thinking of anything but his impending orgasm. But he was entirely under my control.
I Started to Lick his C***
I moved my tongue, gently, against his cock, which triggered more moaning.
“Fuck… I’m… I’m so close. Fuck!”
I smiled, ” You gonna give me that cum?”
He just made a snorting, groaning noise in response, so I started to slow. One lick. Pause.”
“Ohhh….”
Two licks. Pause.
“Fuck…please. I…I can’t.”
Three licks. Pause.
“Oh please…please…. please please please oh my fucking….”
Four licks. Pause.
At this point he let out the most deep throated, protracted groan that was almost animal sounding. His body tensed and he stared intently at his cock. He couldn’t take his eyes off it. I couldn’t either. And then, the most delightful thing happened.
Out from the tip of his cock, flowed a wonderful river of his spunk. Just… leaking out. Not exploding, not shooting all over my face, just dribbling out of his poor, tortured cock. It seemed like it would never end. It just kept flowing and flowing. He was shaking with frustration. His dripping, leaking ruined orgasm rolled down his cock and puddled onto the meeting room floor.
I smiled. I could tell he could barely speak. He started to try to talk, shaking his head. I put my finger on his lips and said, “Shhh, you got to cum, didn’t you.”
He started to whine again. It was so pathetic really.
“Well, see you at work tomorrow,” I said, standing up and straightening my clothes.
“What?” he gasped?
I smiled, blew him a kiss and walked out of the room. I could hear his protests down the corridor as I walked away. The bonds weren’t that tight, he’d free himself, eventually. By that time, he would have had plenty of time to think about how foolish he had been.
