Look But Don’t Touch #5
Mike’s grip tightened, his stroke accelerating into a fast, brutal friction that made the veins on his forearm bulge against his dress shirt.
He watched her thumb frantically circle and pinch her clit, her inner thighs trembling violently against the chair.
The raw visual of her devouring herself through the glass, entirely forbidden to touch, was driving him completely insane.
"You look like such a filthy little slut in that jacket," Mike growled, his voice thick with oncoming release. He pumped his hand furiously, his thumb smoothing the slick pre-cum over his crown. "I'm right on the edge, Felicity. Rub that pussy hard."
Felicity went into a total frenzy. She shoved a third finger deep inside her soaking wet pussy, her thumb applying a heavy, vibrating pressure directly to her clit.
Her body went entirely rigid, her toes curling inside her heels, and with a sharp, shattered cry, she broke.
Her pussy convulsed in a massive, milking orgasm, clamping down hard on her own fingers as a fresh torrent of wetness flooded out across the leather seat.
The sight of her exploding pushed Mike completely past his limit. He gave four more rapid, desperate pumps, his body locking up as his climax hit like an electric shock.
He aimed his throbbing tip right at the center of the desk, and a thick, heavy rope of white cum erupted, shooting through the air and splashing directly onto the clean glass surface right in front of her.
Two more powerful ropes followed, splatting against the transparent barrier, leaving a thick, messy trail of white cream dripping down the front of the desk.
They both panted heavily in the quiet room, the sharp scent of raw cum and pussy juice filling the space.
Felicity looked through the glass at the thick white puddles resting directly above her lap, a completely dazed, deeply addicted smile spreading across her face.
Week two was proving to be a masterpiece of absolute corruption.
By Thursday night, the game had reached a fever pitch.
The deliberate, agonizing delay of physical contact had turned their bodies into highly volatile instruments.
Felicity had invited Mike over to her place late, waiting until the rest of the apartment complex was quiet and the city below was bathed in a canopy of flashing neon and distant streetlights.
When Mike entered, the apartment was completely dark except for the open sliding glass door leading out to her private, high walled balcony.
Felicity was already out there, leaning against the railing, looking out over the urban expanse.
She was wearing a tight, sleeveless white crop top and a short, pleated silk skirt.
As Mike stepped onto the concrete balcony, the cool night air brushed against his skin, carrying the scent of rain and her heavy vanilla perfume.
"Don't come any closer," Felicity whispered without turning around. Her voice was tight, trembling with a frantic, accumulated horniness. "Stay right by the door. And do exactly what I tell you."
Mike stopped, his chest heaving under his black t-shirt. His cock was already rock hard, throbbing violently against the fabric of his jeans. "I'm listening," he rasped, his eyes locked onto the curve of her waist.
Slowly, Felicity reached behind her back and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her pleated skirt.
With a smooth, deliberate shrug of her hips, she let the fabric drop to the concrete floor.
She wasn't wearing any panties. She bent forward slightly, resting her forearms against the cold metal railing, tilting her pelvis back toward him.
Mike let out a low, guttural growl. Spread wide in the dark, her bare, rounded ass cheeks framed her soaking wet pussy entirely.
Under the dim glow of the city lights, her pussy lips were swollen, glistening with a heavy coat of her own cream that was dripping down her inner thighs.
The position also offered an unobstructed view of the tight, puckered skin of her asshole, twitching in sync with her ragged breathing.
"Look at how wet I am for you, Mike," she whimpered, her head dropping low. "I've been leaking all day just knowing you were coming over. Now pull it out. Let me hear you stroke it."
Mike didn't waste a single second. He unbuckled his belt, yanked his zipper down, and shoved his jeans and boxers down past his thighs.
His thick, purple shaft sprang loose into the night air, veiny, fully erect, and leaking a heavy puddle of pre-cum from the tip.
He gripped the base of his hot meat with his right hand and began a heavy, punishing stroke, the raw sound of his skin sliding over his shaft echoing softly on the secluded balcony.
"Oh God," Felicity moaned, the rhythmic sound of his masturbation driving her over the edge.
She reached her right hand between her legs from behind. Her manicured fingers slicked themselves instantly in her own hot, dripping fluids. She shoved two fingers deep inside her tight, dripping hole, while her thumb reached up to aggressively circle her swollen clit.
Squelch. Squelch.
The wet, sloppy sound of her self-abuse filled the small balcony. She began to roll her hips in a frantic circle against her own hand, pushing her fingers deeper and deeper into her pussy, milking herself as she watched the distant city traffic.
"Stroke it harder, Mike! Work that thick cock!" she begged, her back arching wildly as her breath hit the cool air in short, desperate gasps. "I want to imagine you yanking my hair and driving that thick meat into my ass, but I can only touch myself. It's driving me completely insane!"
"You look like such a filthy little slut right now, Felicity," Mike growled, his grip tightening into a brutal, lightning-fast friction.
The veins on his forearms bulged as he focused entirely on the sight of her fingers disappearing into her dripping wet pussy.
"Rub that clit. Rub it hard for your man."
Felicity went into a total frenzy, her inner thighs shaking uncontrollably against the concrete.
She violently pinched and rolled her engorged nub, her pussy clamping down hard on her fingers in a desperate, involuntary rhythm.
With a loud, echoing cry that she had to muffle against her forearm, she broke.
Her orgasm violently ripped through her, sending fresh waves of wet pleasure pulsing out of her hood as her body shuddered against the railing.
The sight and sound of her shattering pushed Mike entirely over the brink. He gave three more rapid, desperate pumps, his body locking up as his climax hit like a freight train.
He aimed his throbbing tip right at her bare backside, and a thick, heavy rope of white cum shot through the air, traveling across the small balcony and splashing directly onto her trembling ass cheeks.
Two more powerful ropes followed, splatting across her lower back and the backs of her thighs, dripping down in thick, messy streaks.
They both panted heavily in the quiet night, the cool breeze doing nothing to cool the intense heat radiating between them.
Felicity slowly stood up, looking over her shoulder at the hot white cream coating her skin, a completely dazed, deeply addicted smile spreading across her face.
The game was reaching its absolute peak.
By Sunday evening, the full week of strict medical abstinence was officially over, and the game had reached its absolute breaking point.
The constant buildup without a single moment of physical skin-on-skin contact had turned their relationship into something feral.