Edging To Please My Mistress: Travis’ Story
My name is Travis and I love to please my mistress. One of the ways I please her is by edging and delaying orgasm.
I work at a coffee shop in Austin, a place where the trendy folks come in and talk about “business.” The only “business” I know about is minding my own, which I do.
I don’t get out much, except to work. Chelsea stays with me ninety-nine percent of the time because my ex is an aspiring actress. Sorry, but that’s one of the reasons we got a d-i-v-o-r-c-e, if you know what I’m saying. The ex travels to Los Angeles a lot. New York too, hoping to be discovered, whatever the hell that means. But it’s all good, because I love my little girl, Chelsea, and she loves her Daddy. Period.
For one thing, I’m a still young thirty-six. All my hormones are still working, so my only bitch at all, presently, is that between working my hours and spending time with my little girl, I’ve got no time to date. Or, to put it another way, (excuse my bluntness), get it on with anyone, even for a one night stand.
I’ve had a couple of popcorn dates, followed up with a little hanky-panky-spanky in the cab of my truck. But all in all, those outings are few and far between. So I took up masturbating pretty much on a regular basis. There are only so many days of hot looking women flashing me their breasts that I can take before my cock needs a little sumpthin’ sumpthin’ for relief.
The Sex Angel Outside the Bathroom: Mistress Celeste
A little while ago, around dinnertime, I shuffled through the coffee shop telling the trendies we were about to close. Most of them picked up right away and split. Others took their sweet-ass time. For me, it was one of those crazy-cock dick days, so I just wanted them all to hurry their butts out of the place so I could get some erectile relief.
The last one left, or so I thought. I pulled down the blinds and locked the door. Seconds later I was locking another door: the men’s room. I pulled down my jeans. Springing my dick into the free air, I stroked my cock, squeezed my balls, and quickly tugged myself off to horny thoughts of a favorite actress that frequented the coffee shop and her equally hot best friend.
I know I made noise when I came. I always do. But the walls were as thick as shit, so I knew the adjacent business wouldn’t hear a thing and if they did, well, I hope it got somebody wet.
I washed my hands, opened the door, and there she was, this sexy brunette in a low cut sweater and thigh high boots. She moistened her lips prior to flashing me a smile.
“I heard you in there, you know?”
“Really?” I answered.
“I have a proposition for you. I want to be your mistress,” she declared.
Edging To Please My Mistress
I’d never fucking heard of the word edging, but that’s the first thing my new mistress taught me. Edging, it was explained to me, is a deliberate technique of stimulation that takes you to and prolongs the hyper-electrifying state a person experiences right before they explode in an orgasm. We went from the instant definition to an actual do-it-myself demonstration within minutes.
Celeste was behind me in the back seat of my cab and whispered directions in my ear. Slowly stroke your cock, feel it getting hard, let your fingers feel up and down the shaft, finger your asshole, squeeze your balls. She was working me into a slow-build frenzy with her words. I’d never been so fucking turned-on.
“Do it for me,” she whispered, “squeeze your cock for your mistress.”
The super-exciting wordplay continued until my hips were thrusting at the steering wheel and I was humping the air. My fucking dick was about to explode, when she whispered two little words in my ear, “now, stop.” I don’t know why, but I did. Just like that.
Mistress Celeste opened the door to the cab, slipped outside, leaving her dripping wet panties behind on the seat. She handed me her card.
“No masturbation. No sex. And No cumming for 24 hours. Then call me when you are ready.”
That was six months ago, the start of my new life of edging to please my mistress. I’ve earned several pairs of those dripping wet panties and the pleasure of my mistress. Life is good, here in Austin. Real fucking-good!
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