What i like about begging - Article by "BelleOfTheBalls"
What
I like about it is the trembling, the desperation. When I first started
going out with B, and he wasn't as much fun to play with as he is now
(hee hee), I had to kind of train him how to beg right. Well, not
*right* exactly, but just the way I like it.
"You like playing with it, don't you? You like playing with your cock."
He was lying on the bed, next to me, and stroking his beautiful cock. I
was just idly tickling his balls and his hips. "Say it."
"I can't."
"Come on...you know I like to hear it."
"I just can't. It's too weird."
I grabbed his hand with mine, stopping it. "What if I don't let you cum
until you say it? It's not so hard. Just say it, 'I like playing with
my cock.' "
"I like..."
"Go on."
"I like playing with my...cock."
"Good. Because I like watching you play with it. I like watching you play with it a lot."
I was talking to him all little girl like, and I could tell it was
really getting him hot. But the tease in me was coming out, I could
tell. When he was getting close to cumming, I made him stop. It took a
couple of times before he figured out I really wanted him to stop.
"But why?"
"Because I don't want you to cum yet. I want to watch you play some more."
"But I need to cum!"
"You'll cum, I promise you." (Fingers crossed behind my back, hee hee!) "Just a little bit longer. OK, you can start again."
But it didn't take him long to get close again. "Belle, I really need to cum."
"Well, then you'll have to beg, won't you? Beg me to let you cum. Otherwise I won't let you."
"Please, Belle, I beg of you, let me cum." But he said it very flat, almost kind of whiny. Bleah.
"No."
"Come on, Belle, I did what you asked."
"You didn't do it right. Turn me *on*, B."
"Belle, I'm begging you, let me cum."
"No."
"Belle!"
"I'm not going to let you cum until you beg right, B. I want you to
*beg* me to let you cum. I want to hear it in your voice, that if you
don't cum you feel like you're gonna die."
"Belle, please, I need you to let me cum, more than anything."
I leaned in a little this time, and told him, "No."
"Belle, come on, you're driving me crazy!"
"That's a little better, give me some more..." I dipped my hand between my legs, in anticipation.
"I'm...I'm so close, I've been so close for so long, god, you're turning me on so much, it's unfair to leave me like this."
"You're right, it is unfair..." I was playing with myself now, getting
myself hot. "But if you don't convince me otherwise, I'm going to be
unfair to you, very mean to you..."
"Belle, I need you...have some mercy on me..."
"No, no, no," I moaned. B must have thought I was turning him down, and
maybe I was, maybe I wasn't, but really I was just so hot and needy
myself and I pushed myself over the edge, cumming while he just
watched, his cock still as hard as a rock, all for me.
"Belle, why?" he asked, the desperation finally in his eyes and in his voice. "Why are you being so mean to me?"
"Because I like it. I like being mean to you. And when I'm done being
mean to you..." I let that thought trail off as I moved down his body
and took his cock into my mouth. B gasped and moaned, and I had to
stifle a little chuckle, lest I bite him.