My Life with Loretta

As I lay panting in hazy afterglow, Loretta gently kissed me. Her breasts felt so warm and soft against my chest. We made pillow talk for a while, and then she steered the conversation back to what had just occurred.

"I haven't seen you pop so fast before, Hunni." She purred. "Me talking like that really turned you on, hmm?"

I nodded weakly and gave her a sheepish grin. She flashed a smile of her own.

"You really shouldn't tell me these things, lover, because it will come back to haunt you, Dainty One." She finished with that wicked little giggle that always sent shivers down my spine. Her hand slithered down to my crotch again, and her fingers curled around me.

She gently quizzed me about why her belittling my manhood turned me on so much, and I answered with as much insouciance as I could muster under the circumstances. All the while her fingers gently caressed me, softly stroking the member under discussion. I felt it slowly stirring under her ministrations, and so did Loretta.

"I tell you what, Lover," she began, "The next time you see me talking to any of those guys that I tease you with at Campus? I want you to think about something." She cupped my cock more firmly and began stroking in earnest. "I want you to imagine that as I'm talking to them, I am mentally wondering if their cock is bigger than yours. Does that thought make you hot, Baby?"

"Yes," I whispered. My cock was beginning to harden anew, arising like a sleeping ***** who had just been rudely awakened, but who was eager for another tipple.

"What about if you saw me actually glancing down at his crotch, Lover? Would you think I am wondering if his cock would fill me better than you do?"

"Jesus, yes!" I gasped tightly. My cock twitched as her forefinger found that highly sensitive spot under my glans.

Loretta smiled softly and slid a leg over my hips and moved partially over me. I could feel the fuzz of her pubic hair graze my cock.

"Maybe I will do that, then," Loretta continued. "Maybe I should have a good look and try to guess what Terry Simpson has hidden in his briefs, Lover. How about if I did that as you were watching and then I looked at you and licked my lips? What would that do to you, Lover?"

"It would make me shake!" I panted. My cock was now completely hard again, and Loretta moved up completely over me. I could feel her guiding me to her warm pussy, and I groaned as I felt the velvety wetness engulf the head of my cock. Her breasts pressed against my chest

"Would it now?" Loretta asked huskily. "Can you imagine his big cock exactly where yours is now? Just about to enter me? But knowing that his cock will slide into me so much deeper than you?"

I moaned in reply as she sank downward, and my cock spasmed as it slid into her fluid heat. Loretta looked down at me, and her green eyes bored into mine.

"I'm going to fuck you, Lover." she said. "I'm going to fuck your body, and I'm going to fuck your mind!"

"Do it!" I panted.

Loretta smiled and began rocking her hips: "Oh, I will!"

The bedroom walls soon echoed to our feverish sounds of passion.

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Once again, to cut the story short, Loretta was true to her word. She started subtly flirting with several good-looking men on campus, and she would always find ways to make eye contact with me and wink. One of her favourite ploys was to wait until she had a free class (but I had a class myself), and then position herself so that I could see her through my classroom window facing the enclosed campus courtyard. She would then engage a hunky student in conversation, and guide him to a seat that was in my line of sight. She would then sit and (apparently) flirt with the guy as I watched, my studies forgotten as I fought a rising hard-on. She would always furtively glance in my direction and smile that coy smile that said so much. I could almost hear her saying: I could be fucking this guy, Lover - anytime I want!

She never tired of these subtle games, and I admit that I didn't either. Our evenings were very hot, and she would coyly say things like: "Oh! Did you see me with Jim Thompson today? I think he wanted to ask me out, Lover."

You get the idea. Is it any wonder this woman drives me nuts?

It was around this time that she began to really assert herself in the bedroom. One night just before we went to bed, she announced that she had a surprise for me. The surprise turned out to be a pair of leather wrist and ankle cuffs attached to the legs of her bed by a sturdy rope. I lay naked and spread-eagled on the bed and shook slightly as she attached the cuffs to my ankles and wrists. She then spent about 2 hours teasing me - doing things like straddling my face and making me lick her delicious pussy and asshole as she gently teased my cock. This lasted until she finally took me into her hot, wet mouth and fellated me to climax. I nearly screamed at the intensity of my orgasm.

Another time we were sat on her couch one quiet evening at about 9:00pm just watching TV. She turned to me and simply said: "Lick me."

I just glanced at her, startled, and she repeated her request: "Down on your knees NOW - and LICK ME!"

Surprised but aroused, I sank to the floor in front of her. She sat back and raised her hips, and slid her panties off from under her skirt. She then looked at me and added: "Strip. I want you totally naked as you please me."

I eagerly obeyed, and moved between her parted thighs. I lowered my face to the apex of her thighs, seeking her button.

"No!" she said sharply. "Not yet. Lick my feet first... gently... softly... suck my toes... make me want it... Slave."

Her words shook me to the core; I finally knew what it was like to serve my lover - to have her make sexual demands of me. The realisation rippled through me like a drug. I raised her right foot to my lips and began sucking her toes, sliding my tongue wetly between them - all the while gazing into her eyes.

"That's it, Dainty One," she breathed huskily, "Worship my feet."

I spent the next hour gently servicing her feet and toes with my mouth before being commanded up to nuzzle her pussy; licking softly, sliding my tongue up and down her smooth outer lips, kissing her button, gently sucking it, teasing it, feeling the sensitive little nub rise almost joyfully out of its sheath. She moaned softly and shifted position slightly in the chair, raising her hips upwards.

"Lick my asshole." She suddenly commanded.

Moving south, I tongued her rosette (which she always relished), and she trembled as my tongue slithered inside, licking, preening, and sucking before moving north again to drink at the well of her delicious juice, which I drained eagerly.

Her climax, when it finally came, was unbelievably strong, and she had me repeat the performance three times. My knees were sore, but I was literally buzzing. Loretta, I am sure, was completely aware just how much it turned me on to service her in this manner.

She started doing this sort of thing more and more often, and soon this kind of role-play became the rule rather than the exception.

She had naturally discovered that 'tease and denial' play also made me extremely hot, and she began incorporating this into our sex life. It began casually, with things like me licking her to orgasm, and then her smiling her self-assured smile, and telling me things like: "Mmm... I think you can wait until tomorrow night to pop off, can't you, Baby?"

Or: "I don't think you have made me cum enough yet to earn a climax of your own. Maybe I should make you wait another day or two. Or three."

It rapidly got to a stage where the ratio of my own climaxes were about 5 to 1 - she would climax five times before allowing me the desperate release that I hungered for. But I loved the anticipation, and the tease. Loretta was well aware of just how hot she made me, and she loved to engage in this role-play (if role-play it was). I was constantly buzzing, and always keen to please Loretta any way I could.

She had also derived a lot of enjoyment in having me naked - except for a shirt - whenever we were alone in the house and unlikely to be disturbed. She got a real kick of casually reaching over and teasing and tickling my cock whenever she felt like it, and when my erection would rise, she would giggle, and stop, and say something like: "Mmm! Your little dickie looks so cute when it gets stiff! Almost just like a real cock - only smaller!", followed by a wicked giggle and her teasing leer that drove me so insane!

Another nefarious little ploy she begun employing was to stop giving me oral sex. She teasingly stated that only 'real' cocks had the right to be sucked, and mine certainly didn't meet the minimum requirements. She, on the other hand, enjoyed having her pussy licked and sucked as often as she desired. On one occasion after I had brought her to climax orally, she playfully teased me again about 'not getting any head'.

"Aww, do you miss me sucking your tiny little cock, Lover?"

"You know I do." I replied, meaning it.

"Never mind, Baby. I might suck it again one day!" she finished with her customary leer and giggle.

"I might as well have my cock locked up." I said, half grumpily.

Loretta giggled: "If we could lock it up, I would!"

"There's plenty of ways to lock it up." I stated, putting my foot in it.

Loretta raised an eyebrow: "Lock it up how?"

"There's devices you can buy now for men especially for that." I replied, putting my foot deeper in it. Maybe this slip was Freudian in nature.

Loretta was suddenly intrigued. "You mean like a chastity belt? How does that work?" Her expression was quizzical, but interested. I went on to explain about chastity devices, and we spent an hour looking at several web sites offering such devices as the CB-2000 and Lori's Chastity tube. Loretta became more enthusiastic about the topic the longer she looked. At one point she looked sideways at me.

"It would turn you on to be locked up in one of those things? To have your dainty little cock safely inside a tube so that you couldn't cum, or even touch yourself?"

I admitted that the thought was a turn on.

Loretta continued: "And I would keep the key? Under my control?"

"Yes. You would hold the key." I found to my surprise that my voice had tightened.

Loretta's slight smile blossomed almost into a leer. "Mmmm... Now that would be rather kinky wouldn't it? For me to be in complete control of your tiny little cock and to only let you cum when I wanted you to. Maybe we should get you one, hmm?"