TW: Noncon edging and long-term chastity
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Tyrone was right on the edge, watching his large, dripping black cock twitch again. “Please.”
“Shhhh,” the woman said. “I told you. One edge for every square of toilet paper you got on my tree. And I know what you’re saying,” she mocked his voice for a moment, “‘I can’t edge that much. I won’t make it. There’s got to be hundreds.’” Then she stopped mocking him. “That’s the good part of being magically bound by a witch. You can do it. You have no option but to do it.”
“Please,” he groaned. “Please.”
“If you don’t say what you want with that please, I’m just going to make an assumption. Maybe that please is that you want to, finally, feel a mouth around that cock.” She leaned down, started with a tongue softly lapping the edges. He didn’t think he could stand another second of it. It wasn’t enough to bring him over, but it was enough to leave him glistening with sweat, his lengthy cock twitching as he squirmed, trying desperately to move hips held in place.
“Please.”
She yanked her head off. “Oh? You don’t want it?”
“Please,” he said again, the only word he was able to get out.
“Oh, you want to try again. Okay.” This time she immediately got him all the way down her throat. He had always told himself that the only negative to such a large cock was that no one would be able to take the whole length, and yet she did. She sucked for only a fraction of a second before he edged.
“Please,” he screamed, expecting hot streams of come, and yet instead the witch pulled off.
“Oh, poor boy, you really need to learn some other words. And, in the end, it doesn’t matter how much you beg. You’re being edged honey. Not masturbated. There’s a difference. Now, that please, what else might you like to try?” She paused, tapping a finger on her chin, thinking. “Oh, maybe just one finger! Do you think I can get you to edge that way?”
She took one finger a swirled it on the tip, collecting his self-made lube. Then she ran one finger along the vein on the underside of his cock. “Please,” he gasped.
“Hmm, okay. I know you’ve never had a pussy on you.”
He was vaguely aware that this might be the beginning of a life-changing experience, but he couldn’t focus. She climbed on top of him, and though they were both now hanging in the air he didn’t feel any weight from her. Not until she had her pussy positioned over his cock, then she ground down on it, rubbing her dripping wet pussy over his swollen member. Once again, he hit the edge lightening fast.
“Please,” he screamed out.
“Oh, you want to feel what it’s like to feel in it?” She positioned herself again, then immediately slipped him all the way in in one smooth motion. He screamed and reached the edge faster than ever. She fucked him roughly, grabbing his hair and yanking on it while she rode him to her climax. He reached edge after edge, his whole body exploding, somehow both held still and thrashing with need.
Finally, he screamed, “Stop.” She pulled off.
“Okay. You’re going to get the rest of your edges before next Halloween anyway.”
“What?”
“Oh, haven’t you heard? You can come next year, if you decide not to TP me.”
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