Hi. You don’t know me, but that woman over there just slipped me a fifty dollar bill to take off my bra and stand in front of you. And to tell you “No orgasm for another month”. I guess you two have some kinky thing going on. That’s cool, I think you two know how to have fun. “No orgasm for another month”. Bye!
By the time it was my turn, I was lost in her chest, rock hard and practically drooling. Of course, I didn’t realize this, until I heard my name – “*Ahem. I said, it’s nice to meet you, Shaun.” I snapped out of it, finally meeting her eyes as she just smirked.
“Thank you for your donation,” Ariel said graciously. She stepped forward to give me a polite hug, her body blocking the crowd and reporters for a moment. As she leaned in, she whispered – “both of your donations” – as she slid her out-of-sight hand quickly down my pants, rubbing briefly but thoroughly before quickly withdrawing to step back.
My eyes widened in shock and dismay – the reporters were starting to take their pictures, and I couldn’t stop what was coming. Ariel just grinned at me, as I squirmed in vain, and then let out a tiny groan as it started. I couldn’t look away from her, feeling relief and confusion and betrayal, as my dream and nightmare both happened at once.
The snickers began a moment later, as a growing stain confirmed the situation. I’d seen all the flashes, running away now would be pointless. I closed my eyes and sighed.
“You didn’t really think this was a real date, did you?”
Jennette smirks across our dinner at me, her hand sliding up my thigh. Grinning, she starts to rub my cock through the thin fabric of my suit pants. She leans over to whisper in my ear; I can’t take my eyes off her stunning cleavage. “No,” she purrs, “this is a game Miranda and I like to play called Jizzerazzi.” She gently untucks my shirt and slips her hand down my pants, curling around my balls. “There’s cameras everywhere, and you’re about to give your finest show.” Her finger finds some precum and spreads it around. I gasp and inhale, realizing I’ve been forgetting to breathe. “Don’t bother resisting. You know you want to orgasm in my hands.” Nobody else can see what she’s doing under the tablecloth, but everyone can see my face. I’m straining against her hand, pressing my hands hard to the table, staring at my food, fighting to maintain some semblance of control.
“It’s time.” She quickly pumps fully down my cock, slowly slides up, quickly back down. My eyes glaze over as I feel the inevitable begin. I bite my lip and tilt my head back, forgetting all about the cameras.
Just as I start to spurt, Jennette straightens back up, pulling her hand quickly out of my pants. My eyes open in surprise, just as the first camera flashes. Disoriented, overwhelmed by my orgasm, I can only stare at Jennette, in equal parts satisfaction and betrayal. She laughs at my plight, soft breasts bouncing gently in her amusement. My lust for her fulfilled as I cum from her attentions, denied as I soak my pants and gasp for the cameras.
The show was a hit in terms of ratings, but not without some controversy. Popular with women who admired Kate’s supreme confidence in overwhelming guys with her sexuality, and exceedingly popular with men of all ages who just admired her full stop.
Of course, some more conservative types were up in arms about a show which repeatedly showed men orgasm on network television, regardless of if the contestants were fully clothed or not.
But the key things to remember in show business are:
1) Sex sells.
2) There’s no such thing as bad publicity.
3) The big money’s in merchandising.
With that in mind, the launch of a home gaming system version was a no brainer.
The game loaded up and Kate introduced it.
“Hi! And welcome to Hold on for Love, the sexiest game in history. The rules are simple; don’t look away, don’t close your eyes, and don’t cum in your pants. Do you think you have what it takes? I doubt it, but I can’t wait to find out.”
“Before we start, you’ll need a few things set up. First, your camera must be set on so the game can track your eye movement.”
I waited for the game to continue, seconds later she pressed the issue.
“Well? I’m waiting… turn it on. Now!”
As I turned it on she smiled and continued. “Good boy!, Now second, you need to be wearing the special boxers included in the box. The sensors in there will let me know if… or rather when… you lose your load, and the game.”
It was your birthday, senior year, and your girlfriend Mandy finally agreed to have a threesome.
Her best friend Kari looks amazing, and is in full dominant mode, getting both you and Mandy hot and bothered. She starts by rubbing your cock through your pants while kissing you full on the mouth – then, when you’re rock hard, she moves over to Mandy.
You take over, rubbing absently, as you watch them nuzzle each other. Damn, son. Kari rubs your girlfriend through her skirt, and you feel sympathetic lust. Then your girlfriend’s eyes widen as she gives a small gasp. You see Kari’s finger slide even further forward. Your girlfriend’s eyes roll back, and she moans.
Crap, fuck! You yank your hand away from your crotch, but it’s too late, and your shaft pulses and squirts whether you want to yet or not. You reluctantly pant in rhythm with you girlfriend, as her lust grows and yours drains into your pants, yours slowing while hers is just getting started.
Kari looks over at you and grins, chewing on her lip, keeping Mandy on the edge of bliss. “Awww, guess you’ll have to sit this one out. Too bad, I had great plans for you too!” She winks and giggles, then shifts all her focus back to Mandy, as you rub your soft, sticky pants in vain.
“Umm, honey? There’s… I’m… My… god, um, Jill has my… she’s sucking, oh god on my dick, fuck I’m sorry fuck, I mean, no wait please hunnnnn–nnngggoddamn! ahhhhh…! oh, oh, oh fucking hell… wait no Jen no I’m sorry just–!!”
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