Denial & Orgasm Control Stories

“Oh! I… I didn’t realize anyone was here.” The words were breathy, almost rehearsed. Kathy stopped dead, her hand still on the doorknob. The words she’d been about to say caught in her throat. Krista made no move to cover herself, a subtle defiance that sent a flicker of something unreadable through Kathy.

Krista watched her for a moment, a slight glint in her eye, then finally, casually stood, exposing her shaved pussy. Kathy’s breath hitched. Deliberate? The thought sent a jolt through Kathy. A silent dare, and one she was suddenly very interested in accepting.

“We are alone, Krista.” Kathy closed the door firmly. “And I think it’s time we had a talk.” For the first time, Krista looked uncertain, perhaps regretting how vulnerable she was, half dressed like this.

“My son seems quite taken with you, Krista” Kathy said, letting the words hang in the air. Infatuated was more like it. Blinded by that pretty little face and those curves. “Worshiping that pert ass of yours, no doubt.” Kathy sat herself down on the edge of the bed as she spoke, smoothing her skirt with her hands. “You’re a pretty young thing.” She continued, her voice softening just slightly. “I bet that’s got you everything you’ve wanted, hasn’t it? Made you think you can just waltz in here and take what you please.”

Kathy patted her lap, looking up at Krista. Even from this position, the authority in her gaze was clear. Krista bit her lip, her fingers twisting together uncertainly. Kathy patted her lap again, not saying anything further. A blush crept up Krista’s neck, painting her cheeks a delicate rose. She hesitated for a breath, then lowered herself, kneeling and laying herself over Kathy’s lap as if drawn by an invisible leash only she could feel…

“That’s it, bitch,” Kathy spat, the words laced with a venom she hadn’t realized she possessed. He probably thought she was so much better. He was wrong. “Learn what real fucking feels like!”

Kathy’s nails dug into Emma’s hips, the flesh yielding beneath her fingers. Control. She needed control. She gripped tighter, using Emma’s body to leverage her thrusts. Emma whimpered, and Kathy felt a warm thrill of satisfaction flood her body. She gritted her teeth, her movements becoming more aggressive.

“Is this how he liked it? Is this how you kept your job?” Kathy’s voice was a low snarl. “Moan for me, slut. Tell me how good I am.” Tell me I’m better than him. Kathy couldn’t keep the bitterness out of her voice. The divorce had gone her way, the company was hers again, but the memory of his hand on another woman’s back at the company party still made her stomach churn. He had humiliated her in front of everyone, and that burned inside her…

“Moan as loud as you like Aaliyah, scream for me, no one will hear you.”

Mia’s voice, calm and controlled, cut through the other woman’s desperate, rambling, pleas. The strap on thrust rhythmically in and out of Aaliyah’s pussy, the pace unhurried but unforgiving. The squelching sound, an irrefutable truth about the effect Mia was having on the frantic woman.

The poise and confidence that had surrounded Aaliyah all week during the negotiations was gone, leaving only weak, babbling need as Mia fucked her relentlessly.

“Let’s talk again about the Union’s demands.” Mia thrust forward, burying the dildo deep in Aaliyah’s wet, cunt, making her grunt. “Are you ready to be more… reasonable?”

Aaliyah whimpered, head falling forward, leg muscles trembling. “I… I can’t…” She gasped. “They… they…”

“They trust you. They rely on you. They respect you.” With each sentence, Mia pulled back and then thrust in once more. The sound of Aaliyah’s moans sending thrills of pleasure through her. Finally, she could release some of the frustration that had been building up all week dealing with the intransigent Union Rep…