stewybooks:“What’s wrong honey? You are trembling!” she cooed. My wife hel

stewybooks: “What’s wrong honey? You are trembling!” she cooed. My wife held me up in front of her gorgeous face, gazing at me with those beautiful blue-gray eyes. Her perfect cleavage was roaring at me from below, screaming at me, calling to me, beckoning me to look. It felt nearly impossible to resist. That pink t-shirtscooped down into her cleavage, exposing her full, mature, fully developed breasts. “Y… you’re… b… beautiful…” I barely muttered, my whole body quivering. It was a mixture of fear, compelling beauty, size, intimidation, and overpowering arousal that was doing this to me. I could hardly even think due to the size of her. Her tits were absolutely massive to me. If she hugged me with them, I knewI would lose it. “Just beautiful honey? You don’t think I’m sexy?” she spoke, using that same hypnotically teasing feminine voice, squeezing her breasts together with herother arm while she spoke, raising one eyebrow suggestively. “I…I…” I began to stutter. She began to break out laughing. “Just teasing you honey. I just wanted to see you get hard. You know how excited I get knowing I can do that to you with just my voice.” she told him, jiggling his body up and down with her hand, playing with him like a toy. He couldn’t stop trembling. His dick was hard as a rock. “You want me to play with it before I head off to work?” she asked, tilting her head to one side, gazing deeply into his tiny eyes, insinuating so very much with that look. He was completely dumbstruck. His mouth and brain both stopped working. He remained silent, no longer having the energy and motivation to speak. She reached out her beautiful hand very very slowly. It grew closer and closer to the bulge in his doll sized pants. “Oh wait, I better not.” she said instantly retracting it just before it touched him. “You’ll probably squirt all over those adorable pants of yours.” she informed me,bringing her finger up to her mouth. Her hand and fingers rested on her lip so suggestively. Thoughts of what it would feel like to touch her lips washed through my brain, forcing so much anger into my balls. My testicles were furious, bloated, and seething to burst. “But I could… actually…” she told me, reaching her hand slowly towards me again. “I could just play with it a little bit if I wanted…” she told me in the most seductive voice imaginable as her finger reached out towards me again. “OH GOSH, but I better not!” she told me just before touching me again. “I don’t want to do anything to you without your permission. I haven’t asked if it would be ok after all.” she told me, jiggling my whole body up and down with her hand as she held me so very high up into the air. My face was entirely red. I felt completely flushed. The heat radiating off my body was intense. My cock was twitching and bobbing disobediently as she played with me. “Y…. you…” I mumbled. “Oh it’s ok! That’s what I thought. You don’t want me to touch it right? Cus it would make you explode in your tiny little pants right? That’s why I didn’t do it. It’s ok if you don’t want me to honey. I’ll never do anything without your permission. You just have to understand, you are just sooooooooooo cute. It’s so exciting for me when I make you squirt in your pants. I just LOVE it. It’s adorable.” she told me, her finger dancing subtly and suggestively against her lip. “I… it’s…” I was desperately struggling to tell her that it was ok, but it was so hard to talk, so hard to form words. “Hrmmmm? What is it honey?” she teased, once again squishing her breasts together with her other arm. Gosh, they were… so… big. “I… www…. want… you… to…” I just barely managed to get out, wracked with complete bewilderment and exhaustion. “Whaaaaaaaaat? Reaaaaaaaaaaaaally?” she cooed in that sweet feminine voice. “You actually… want me to do it?” she asked, tilting her head slightly inquisitively. A hungry feral look swelled in her eyes. She was becoming so aroused, so drunk with power. “Even though you know what will happen?” she asked. All I could do was nod, my entire face drained of all energy. My cock ruling every single thought I had. “Well…. in that case…” she began to speak as her beautiful finger once again began drifting towards me. Slowly and slowly it grew closer and closer to the twitching bulge in my pants as she held me up in front of her so effortlessly. I was moments away from exploding in delicious pleasure. I knew it. She had done this so many times before. With all her size, beauty, and sex appeal, it was pathetically easy for her to make me come. My dick was like a dog panting for a sausage dangling inches away. It was rapt with frustration. Closer and closer and closer her finger drifted towards me. That dominating look in her eyes told me I was finished, it told me she was going to make me explode so very quickly. The finger touched me so subtly that it barely even touched me. I wasn’t entirely sure if it even had. I had gotten so close, so very very close. Had it just been the air wafting against me? Or had she actually touched me? My dick screamed in frustration, twitching and bobbing. She had taken her finger away just before the full contact that I needed. “Oh, but I better not. I have work soon. No time to clean you up. Maybe after.” she told me, tilting her head to the other side. She spoke as if speaking to a small child. Her decision was final. I had no say. I moaned and whined pathetically. She was drinking in the sound of it with her ears like fine wine. “I’m soooooooooooooo sorry.” she said, cooing down at me, squeezing her breasts together yet again. “Now don’t you dare touch yourself while I’m gone. Or you know what I’ll do to you.” she stared at me menacingly, a look that struck the deepest fear into me. This was all a game to her. One that she was winning. -- source link
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