Chapter 1: Introduction
Jumpy and clammy, JT approached the California penthouse. His heart had picked up the beat of a rabbit on speed ever since he nabbed the "assistant" job for Kendall. Hollywood royalty, sultress, and an insatiable appetite for sexiness.
That was Kendall. JT, a lanky, awkward kid, had seen her on billboards, magazines, and now, she was mere feet away, her image reflected in the pristine glass elevator doors. His palms were slick, and his throat parched. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing like a cork in a stormy sea.
The elevator chimed, and the doors slid open, revealing a sprawling, sun-drenched penthouse. Kendall's laughter echoed, a symphony of sin and sophistication.
She lounged on a white leather couch, her body a languid curve, a glass of champagne in one hand, a stack of sketches in the other. Her eyes, piercing like a hawk's, landed on JT. "Darling," she purred, "you look like you've seen a ghost. Or perhaps, something you'd like to see more of."
JT blushed, his cheeks hotter than the sun. "I-I'm just... nervous," he stammered, setting his bag down on the cool marble floor. "This place is...
something else," he finished lamely, wishing he could disappear into the sleek, modern furniture. Kendall smirked, her eyes twinkling with amusement and something else. Something darker, more primal.
"Nervous, huh?" she drawled, setting her glass down and rising from the couch. She moved like a cat, all grace and predatory intent. She stopped in front of JT, close enough that he could feel the heat radiating off her body. Close enough that he could smell her perfume, a heady mix of jasmine and something else. Something musky, intoxicating.
JT's heart thudded in his chest, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He was painfully aware of the bulge in his pants, his cock straining against the fabric, aching for release. He felt small, insignificant under Kendall's gaze, her eyes boring into him like lasers.
"Let's get you settled," she said, her voice a low purr. She turned away, walking towards the spiral staircase. JT followed, his eyes glued to her ass, round and firm in her tight pencil skirt.
The view was enough to make his cock ache, throb with a need he'd never felt before. They reached the lofted master suite, a sprawling room dominated by a king-sized bed. Kendall turned, her eyes locked onto JT's crotch.
"Looks like someone's excited to be here," she teased, biting her lower lip. JT's face flushed beet red, his hands instinctively trying to cover his bulge. Kendall tsked, slapping his hands away. "Don't hide it, darling.
I can see it," Kendall said, her voice dripping with amusement and something else. Something hungry. She stepped closer, her eyes never leaving JT's crotch. "Let's see what we're working with, shall we?"
JT gulped, his mouth suddenly dry. He felt like a deer caught in headlights, paralyzed, unable to move, unable to speak. Kendall reached out, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock through his pants. He gasped, his knees threatening to buckle.
"Fuck, you're hard," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Her fingers traced the length of his cock, from base to tip, making JT shudder. He was painfully erect, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, desperate for release. Kendall smiled, a slow, lazy smile that sent shivers down JT's spine.
"Kendall, please," he gasped, his voice ragged. He didn't know what he was begging for - release, mercy, her touch to never stop. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief and desire.
"Please what, darling?" she asked, her voice a low purr.
She knew exactly what she was doing, toying with him like a cat with a mouse. JT's breath hitched, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. He couldn't form words, his mind a whirlwind of lust and embarrassment.
Kendall chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down JT's spine. She stepped back, her eyes never leaving his crotch. "Let's see what you've got, little man," she taunted, her voice laced with amusement and something else. Something darker, hungrier.
JT's cock jerked in response, a bead of pre-cum dampening his boxers. Kendall grinned, licking her lips like a predator ready to devour its prey.
"Oh, you like that, don't you?" she whispered, her voice a silk-lined trap. "You like being my little plaything, my personal slut."
JT whimpered, his cheeks burning with shame and arousal. He tried to speak, to say something, anything, but all that came out was a pathetic whine.
Kendall laughed, a sound that sent shivers down JT's spine.
"You're so fucking easy, aren't you?" she taunted, her fingers still tracing the outline of his cock. "Just a little touch, and you're ready to blow your load like a fucking loser."
JT bit his lip, trying to hold back a moan. He was painfully hard, his cock throbbing with a need he'd never felt before. He wanted to touch himself, to relieve the pressure building inside him, but he was frozen, paralyzed by Kendall's touch, her words.
"Go on, take it out" Kendall purred, her voice a low, sultry command.
JT hesitated, his hands trembling as he reached for his belt. He could feel Kendall's eyes on him, burning into him, watching his every move. He fumbled with the buckle, his fingers clumsy and awkward. Kendall sighed, a sound of exaggerated impatience. "For fuck's sake, it's not rocket science. Just take out your cock." JT's face flamed, but he did as he was told, unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, hard and aching, standing at attention.
Kendall's eyes widened, a smirk playing on her lips. "Well, isn't that something," she drawled, her gaze locked onto his erection. "I've seen bigger, but it's... quaint."
JT's face burned with humiliation and shame. He knew he was small, had always been self-conscious about it. But hearing it from Kendall, the woman he'd fantasized about for years, made it a thousand times worse. He wanted to shrink, to disappear, but her eyes held him captive, her gaze a physical touch that made his cock throb.
He was painfully hard, his cock leaking pre-cum, betraying his body's response to her cruel words.
Kendall stepped closer, her heels clicking on the cold marble floor. She had never seen such a small penis. She needed to take a picture to show her friends.
They wouldn't believe this pathetic excuse for a man. She pulled out her phone, snapping a picture of JT's pitiful cock. He flinched, trying to cover himself, but she pushed his hands away. "Don't be shy, darling. I just want to capture this moment. It's not every day I see a cock this... underwhelming."
JT's face was beet red, his eyes filled with humiliation and something else. Something that made Kendall's pussy clench. He was embarrassed, yes, but there was something else in his eyes. Resignation? Acceptance?
Excitement? It was a heady mix, and Kendall could smell it on him, the tang of his precum mingling with the musk of his sweat. She could see it too, the way his cock twitched, eager despite the humiliation. This was going to be fun.
"Turn around," she commanded, her voice a whipcrack. JT jumped, but he complied, turning to face the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city sprawled below, a glittering expanse of steel and glass, but Kendall's focus was on the man in front of her.
JT stood with his back to her, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. His breath came in short, sharp gasps, his shoulders rising and falling with each ragged inhale. She could see the tension in his body, the way his muscles were taut, ready to snap.
"Hands on the glass," she ordered, her voice a low growl. JT hesitated, then slowly lifted his hands, pressing them against the cool surface. His reflection stared back at her, his eyes wide, his face flushed. She could see the fear in his eyes, the uncertainty, but there was something else too.
A spark of defiance, a glimmer of desire. It made her pussy clench, her nipples harden. She wanted to break him, to mold him into her perfect little plaything. She wanted to hear him beg, to see him squirm.
Kendall stepped closer, her heels clicking on the marble floor. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, see the way his muscles tensed as she approached. She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his spine, from the nape of his neck down to the curve of his ass.
He shivered, his breath hitching as her touch sent electric shocks coursing through his body. She could feel the tension in his muscles, the way he was coiled tight, ready to spring.
"Tell me, darling," she whispered, her voice a low purr, "have you ever touched yourself while thinking about me?"
JT's face flamed, his knuckles turning white as he pressed his hands harder against the glass. "Yes," he admitted, his voice barely audible.
Kendall smirked, her fingers trailing over the curve of his ass, dipping into the crevice.
JT gasped, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. "And what did you think about when you touched that little cock of yours?" she asked, her voice a low, sultry growl.
JT's face burned with humiliation, but his cock throbbed, aching for release. "I-I thought about you," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "About your body, your mouth, your... your pussy. I-I thought about you being pleased by other men." The words tumbled out of JT's mouth before he could stop them, a confession born of humiliation and desperation. Kendall's fingers paused, hovering over the curve of his ass. Then, she chuckled, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down JT's spine.
"Oh, darling," she purred, her fingers resuming their explorations, dipping lower, brushing against his hole. "I do hope you were. Because right now, I'm imagining all the things I'd let them do to this tight little ass of yours."
JT gasped, his hips jerking forward again.
He was extremely weak for Kendall but that thought terrified him he fantasized about losing his virginity with her but never his anal virginity. He hoped she would change the subject soon.
His cock was aching, his balls heavy with the need to cum. Her fingers were still dancing around his hole, teasing, never quite touching where he needed them to. He wanted to beg her, to plead with her to touch him, to do something, anything, to alleviate the pressure building inside him. But he knew better. He knew that would only make her laugh, make her tease him more.
"Please," he finally managed to choke out, his voice ragged. "Please, Kendall... I... I need..."
"What do you need, darling?" she whispered, her breath hot on his ear.
"Tell me what you need, JT. Spit it out, darling. I don't have all day."
JT bit his lip, his cheeks burning with humiliation. "I-I need to cum," he admitted, his voice barely audible. "Please, Kendall, I need to cum so bad."
Kendall chuckled, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down JT's spine. "Well, darling, that’s too bad. I want you to show me that you can hold it in. You can’t go making messes anytime you see me now could you?” Kendall’s voice was mocking, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “You’re not exactly built for stamina, are you, darling?”
JT’s face burned with humiliation, but his cock throbbed, aching for release. He was trapped, caught in a web of his own desire and Kendall’s cruel game. He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, paralyzed by the sheer intensity of his need.
Kendall stepped back, her eyes never leaving JT’s reflection in the glass. She reached up, her fingers tracing the neckline of her dress.
She was wearing a black, silk dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. It was low-cut, the fabric barely containing her lace bra and small but perky breasts. She toyed with the fabric, her fingers brushing against her skin, making JT's cock twitch.
"See something you like, darling?" she purred, her eyes locked onto his reflection in the glass.
JT nodded, his eyes glued to her fingers. He could see the lace of her bra, the outline of her hard nipples. He wanted to touch her, to feel her skin, to taste her.
But he was frozen, his hands still pressed against the glass, his cock throbbing with a need he couldn't control. Kendall smirked, her fingers dipping lower, tracing the curve of her breast, the swell of her cleavage. She was tormenting him, teasing him, and he loved every fucking second of it.
"Tell me, darling," she whispered, her voice a low, sultry growl, "what would you do if I let you touch me? Would you be gentle? Would you even know what to do with your inexperience? I think you have so many ideas of what you’d like to do but that tiny cock would start leaking before you could even start? Is that right?
You'd be a squirting faucet before you could even get my panties off, wouldn't you?" Kendall's voice was a low, husky laugh, her eyes gleaming with amusement and something else. He couldn't deny it, couldn't lie. He was already on the edge, ready to blow at the slightest touch. Kendall smirked, her fingers still tracing the curve of her breast, her nipple hard and visible through the thin fabric of her dress.
"You're pathetic, you know that?" she taunted, her voice a low, sultry growl. He was so hard, so fucking ready, that he could feel the pressure building in his balls, threatening to spill over at any moment. He wanted to touch himself, to relieve the pressure, but he knew better. He knew that if he did, she would only laugh, only tease him more.
“Turn around. I’ll let you stroke that tiny excuse of a cock with one finger while you watch me record you. Think about all my sexy friends who I’ll want to show you to. I wonder how many of them you fantasized about too. I doubt they’ve ever seen a little loser like you before.” Kendall taunted. “I bet you’ve imagined them laughing at you, your tiny little dick exposed and pathetic. Isn’t that right, little man? Now turn around and show me what you’ve got. One finger, darling. And if you cum before I say so, you’ll be cleaning my penthouse in a maids outfit for a week. Understand?”
JT nodded, his face burning with humiliation. He turned around, his eyes locked onto Kendall's body. She was still tracing the curve of her breast, her nipple hard and visible through the thin fabric of her dress.
Her eyes were locked onto his, a smirk playing on her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing, exactly how much she was torturing him. And she loved it.
JT's hands were shaking as he reached for his cock, wrapping his index finger under the shaft. It was slick with pre-cum, leaking from the tip, betraying his body's response to her cruel words. He bit his lip, trying to hold back a moan as he began to stroke himself, his finger barely touching his skin.
Kendall chuckled, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down his spine.
"That's it, darling," she purred, her eyes locked onto his cock. "Stroke that little worm for me. Show me how you pleasure yourself while thinking about me." He could feel the pressure building in his balls, threatening to spill over at any moment. He wanted to close his eyes, to lose himself in the sensation, but Kendall's gaze held him captive.
"Eyes on me, darling," she commanded, her voice a low growl.
"I want to see the pathetic look on your face when you finally blow your load."
JT groaned, his eyes locked onto Kendall's. She was still teasing her breasts, her fingers pinching and rolling her nipples, making them hard and aching. He could see the lust in her eyes, the hunger, but he knew it wasn't for him. No, she was getting off on his humiliation, on his weakness.
The thought made his cock throb, his finger moving faster, stroking harder. He was so close, so fucking close, he could feel it.
His balls were tight, his cock throbbing, his finger flying over his shaft. Kendall's eyes were locked onto his, her gaze a physical touch that made his cock jerk.
"Please," he gasped, his voice ragged. "Please, Kendall, I can't... I can't hold it back."
Kendall smirked, her fingers still teasing her nipples. "Then don't, darling," she purred. "Let it go. Cum for me. Show me what you've got."
JT groaned, his head falling back, his eyes squeezing shut.
He could feel it, the pressure building, the tension coiling in his balls. He was so fucking close, so fucking ready. He wanted to cum, needed to cum, but he wanted Kendall's permission more.
"Please," he begged, his voice ragged. "Please, Kendall, can I cum? Please?" "Not yet, darling," she purred. "Not until I say so.
You're going to hold it, darling. You're going to hold it until I tell you to let go. Do you understand?"
JT nodded, his jaw clenched, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. He was so fucking close, his cock throbbing, his balls aching. He could feel the orgasm building, the pressure coiling in his gut, ready to explode.
Kendall smirked, her fingers still teasing her nipples, her eyes locked onto his cock. "Good boy," she purred. "Now, watch me.
I want you to see what a real woman looks like, what a real man can do to her," Kendall ordered, her voice a low growl. She took a step back, her eyes never leaving JT's. She reached behind her, unzipping her dress in one fluid motion. The fabric fell to the floor, pooling at her feet, leaving her standing in nothing but a black lace bra and matching thong.
JT's eyes widened, his mouth going dry as he took in her body. She was fucking gorgeous, her skin smooth and tanned, her curves lush and inviting.
Her breasts were small but perfectly formed, her nipples hard and visible through the thin lace of her bra. Her hips were round, her ass firm, her legs long and toned. But it was the look in her eyes that really drove JT wild. It was a look of pure, unadulterated hunger, a look that said she wanted to devour him whole.
Kendall sauntered closer, her hips swaying, her eyes locked onto JT's. She reached behind her back, unhooking her bra with a flick of her wrist. The lace fell away, revealing her breasts in all their glory.
She had small, perky tits, her nipples a dark, dusky pink, hard and aching. JT's mouth watered, his cock throbbing in his hand as he watched her. She was a fucking goddess, standing before him in nothing but a tiny scrap of lace that barely covered her pussy.
Kendall cupped her breasts, her fingers pinching and rolling her nipples, making them harder, making them ache. She bit her lip, her eyes locked onto JT's, fucking him with her gaze alone.
"You like looking at me, don't you, darling?" she purred, her voice a low, sultry growl. "You like seeing every inch of my body, knowing that you'll never be able to touch it, never be able to taste it."
JT nodded, his hand still working his cock, his eyes glued to Kendall's body. "Yes," he admitted, his voice ragged. "I love looking at you. You're so fucking beautiful." JT's voice was barely a whisper, his eyes roaming over Kendall's body, taking in every curve, every dip, every tantalizing inch of her skin. She smirked, her fingers still teasing her nipples, her hips swaying in a slow, seductive dance.
"Thank you, darling," she purred, her eyes locked onto his cock. "Now, let's see what you can do with that tiny little thing. Stroke it for me, baby.
Show me how you touch yourself when you think about me. I want to see how hard you get, how much you leak for me. Let me see that pathetic little cock of yours, darling," Kendall commanded, her voice a low, sultry growl.
JT whimpered, his finger rubbing under his cock, his lone finger barely pleasuring his throbbing cock. He was so fucking hard, so fucking ready, that he could feel the pre-cum leaking from the tip, his shaft slick with it. He began to stroke himself, his finger moving slowly, tentatively, up and down his length. Humiliated that such little stimulation was bringing him to the edge.
Kendall watched him, her eyes gleaming with amusement and lust. Her hand still played with her breasts, her nipples hard and aching. She loved seeing him like this, so fucking desperate, so fucking needy. She wanted to draw it out, to make him suffer for all the times he'd jerked off to her, all the times he'd fantasized about her. Now she was recording him at his weakest as he was about to cum pathetically quick just from the stroking of a single finger.
"Faster, darling," she commanded, her voice a low growl. She could tell he couldn’t hold it any longer.
His eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw clenched, and his body was trembling with the effort to hold back. Kendall smirked, enjoying the sight of him so close to the edge, desperate for release. She let go of her breasts, her hands trailing down her stomach, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her thong.
"Please," JT begged, his voice ragged. I can't hold it back any longer. I need to cum.
Please, Kendall, fucking please!" JT's voice was a desperate plea, his finger flying over his cock, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. Kendall smirked, her eyes gleaming with amusement. She could see the desperation in his eyes, the need, the hunger. She loved it, reveled in it. She wanted to draw it out, to make him suffer, to make him beg.
"Not yet, darling," she purred, her voice a low, sultry growl. "You're not ready yet. You need to learn patience, little man.
Now, watch me." Kendall stepped back, her eyes locked onto JT's. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong, slowly pulling it down, revealing her smooth, shaved pussy. JT's eyes widened, his mouth going dry as he took in the sight of her. She was fucking gorgeous, her pussy lips glistening with need, her clit hard and visible. He wanted to touch her, to taste her, to bury his face between her thighs and lick her until she screamed.
But he knew better than to move, knew that if he did, she would only laugh, only tease him more. So he stood there, his finger flying over his cock, his eyes glued to Kendall's pussy, his body trembling with the effort to hold back.
Kendall smirked, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she watched him. She liked seeing him like this, so fucking desperate, so fucking needy. She wanted to hear him plead for release, wanted to see him squirm.
She knew he was close, could see it in the way his body tensed, in the way his finger moved faster, more frantically over his cock. She wanted to push him over the edge, wanted to see him come undone.
"Please, Kendall," he begged, his voice ragged, his eyes locked onto her pussy. "Please, let me cum. I can't... I can't hold it back anymore."
Kendall smirked, her fingers trailing down her stomach, dipping between her legs. She could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, could feel the wetness coating her thighs.
“You can cum whenever JT, just know there will be consequences.” She taunted knowing he was going to burst.
He couldn’t hold it back any longer. She watched him closely, her lips curved into a cruel smile. "That's it, darling," she whispered, her voice a low, sultry growl. "Cum for me. Show me how you explode for me. Let me see that tiny little cock of yours spurt." Her words pushed him over the edge. JT groaned, his body convulsing as he came, his finger still flying over his cock. He watched in humiliation as his cum shot out, landing on the marble floor, his body trembling with spasms.
Kendall chuckled, clearly amused by his display. He was red-faced, gasping for breath, his cock still throbbing in his hand.
"And that, darling, is why you're not ready for a woman like me," she smirked, turning away from him. He wanted to scream, to rage, to do something, anything, to regain some semblance of control. But he just stood there, panting, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
Kendall walked over to her bedside table, retrieving a small, black device.
She turned back to JT, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "You know, darling, I promised you consequences if you came without permission." She held up the device, revealing it to be a small, black vibrator. "And I always keep my promises."
JT's eyes widened, his cock twitching despite having just cum. He was exhausted, his body still humming with the aftershocks of his orgasm, but the sight of Kendall with that vibrator had him instantly hard again.
He watched, mesmerized, as she turned it on, the low hum filling the room. She sauntered back towards him, her hips swaying, her eyes locked onto his.
"Now, darling," she purred, her voice a low, sultry growl, "since you couldn't hold back, I think it's only fair that I get to have some fun too, don't you think?" She reached out, her fingers trailing over his chest, making his nipples harden. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, could smell the sweet scent of her perfume.
His cock was already hard again, aching for more. He wanted to touch her, to taste her, to feel her skin against his.
“Now clean up the big mess you made while I please myself on the bed. It better be completely spotless by the time I’m finished” she said as seductively walked to the bed. She loved how frustrated she made him.
He was a fucking mess, his face red, his cock hard, and his chest heaving with ragged breaths. She could see the desperation in his eyes, the hunger, the need. He wanted her, wanted to touch her, to taste her, to fuck her. But he knew better than to ask, knew that if he did, she would only laugh, only tease him more.
Kendall climbed onto the bed, her hips swaying, her tits bouncing with each movement. She lay back, her head on the pillows, her legs spread wide.
She held the vibrator in her hand, her finger poised on the button. She looked at JT, still standing there, his cock hard, his eyes locked onto her pussy.
"Clean up my floor, darling," she commanded, her voice a low, sultry growl. "And then, maybe, just maybe, I'll let you watch me make myself cum."
JT nodded, his eyes never leaving her body. He sank to his knees, his hands reaching for his clothes he took off earlier, it was the only thing he could think of to clean the floor. He could feel the cum on the floor, sticky and wet, as he wiped it up. He was amazed by just how much there was he had never had an orgasm so intense.
And it was all because of Kendall. She had reduced him to a shaking, quivering mess, and he fucking loved it. He loved how she made him feel, how she made him beg, how she made him cum. He wanted more, he wanted all of her. He wanted to bury his face between her legs, to taste her, to feel her cum on his tongue. He wanted to fuck her, to feel her pussy squeeze his cock, to fill her with his cum.
But he knew better than to ask. He knew that Kendall was in control, that she called the shots.
And he fucking loved it. He loved being at her mercy, loved being used by her, loved being denied by her. He wanted to please her, to make her happy, to make her cum. He wanted to see her face contort with pleasure, to hear her scream his name. But he knew that would never happen. Not with him. Not with his tiny cock.
He finished cleaning the floor, his hands shaking as he stood up. He could feel Kendall's eyes on him, could feel the heat of her gaze. He turned to face her, his cock hard, his body aching for more.
Kendall was sprawled out on the bed, her legs spread wide, the vibrator still in her hand. She looked at him, her eyes gleaming with lust and amusement.
"Did you clean it up, darling?" "Did you clean up your mess?"
JT nodded, his eyes locked onto her pussy. He could see the wetness glistening on her thighs, could smell the sweet scent of her arousal. "Yes, Kendall," he said, his voice ragged.
"I cleaned it up."
Kendall smirked, her eyes never leaving his. "Good boy," she purred, her voice a low, sultry growl. "Now, come here. Come watch me make myself cum."
JT swallowed hard, his cock throbbing as he walked towards the bed. He could see Kendall's pussy, glistening and wet, her clit hard and aching. He wanted to touch her, to taste her, but he knew better than to ask.
He stood at the side of the bed, his eyes locked onto her pussy, his cock leaking pre-cum.
Kendall lay back, her legs spread wide, her body arched slightly, her tits bouncing with anticipation. She held the vibrator in her hand, her finger poised on the button, a wicked grin spreading across her face.
"Watch closely, darling," she purred, her voice a low, sultry growl. "I want you to see exactly what you're missing. What you'll never have."
JT nodded, his eyes never leaving her pussy. He could see it glistening, could see the wetness coating her thighs. He wanted to taste her, to feel her, to fuck her.
He was just here to watch, to learn, to be humiliated.
Kendall pressed the button on the vibrator, and it hummed to life. She brought it to her clit, her eyes locked onto JT's. She circled it, her hips moving in time with the motion, her breathing growing faster, heavier.
"God, that feels good," she moaned, her back arching slightly. "Do you wish you could touch me, darling?
Do you wish you could replace this vibrator with your tiny little cock?" Kendall taunted, her voice laced with amusement. She knew she was pushing him, knew she was torturing him, but she didn't care.
JT nodded, his eyes locked onto her pussy, his cock throbbing. "I wish I could touch you. I wish I could fuck you and lose my virginity." JT admitted, his voice barely a whisper. He couldn't believe he was saying it, but he couldn't hold it back any longer. He wanted her, needed her, and he was sick of hiding it. "Oh, darling," she purred, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "You really are a pathetic little thing, aren't you? Begging to fuck a woman like me?
You're a long way from deserving that, little man." Kendall chuckled, her finger moving faster on her clit, her hips bucking in time with the motion. "But maybe, just maybe, I'll give you a little preview of what you're missing. Come here, darling," she commanded, her voice a low, sultry growl.
JT hesitated for a moment, his eyes locked onto Kendall's pussy, his cock throbbing. He knew he was playing with fire, knew that she was toying with him, but he couldn't help himself.
He wanted her, needed her, and he was desperate for any scrap she threw his way. He stepped closer to the bed, his eyes locked onto Kendall's pussy, his cock throbbing in his pants.
Kendall smirked, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she watched him approach. She brought the vibrator to her entrance, teasing herself, dipping it in slightly before pulling it back out. She was torturing him, making him watch as she pleasured herself, as she got closer and closer to orgasm.
She began to moan the sweetest moan JT had ever heard. His eyes shot to her face and he could see her overwhelmed by pleasure. It was a look he fantasized her having many times and now he could see it. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed over, her lips parted, moaning the name Devin.
The name sent a jolt of jealousy through JT, but he pushed it aside, focusing on the sight before him. Kendall's body was writhing, her hips bucking, her pussy swallowing the vibrator as she fucked herself with it. She was close, so fucking close, and he wanted to see her cum, wanted to watch her face as she lost control.
"Fuck, Devin," she moaned, her voice ragged, her body tension. "Fuck me harder, baby.
Harder!" Kendall moaned, her eyes locked onto JT's. She was fucking herself with the vibrator, her hips bucking, her pussy swallowing it whole. She was close, so fucking close, and she wanted him to watch, wanted him to see her cum. Her legs began to quiver as she reached her climax. She let out a long moan and tossed her head back.
Her body convulsed, her pussy clenching around the vibrator as she came. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted, her voice ragged, her body shaking.
JT stood there, his cock throbbing, his eyes locked onto her pussy, watching as she rode out her orgasm. He had never seen anything so fucking hot in his life. He wanted to touch himself, to stroke his cock, to find his own release, but he knew better than to ask.
Kendall lay there, panting, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
She looked at JT, his face flushed, his cock hard, and a wicked grin spread across her face. She knew she had him right where she wanted him, desperate and needy.
“You could never give me that” she said staring into him.
“Not with that puny thing you call a cock. Now, clean up my mess and then you can leave.” She ordered as she stood up and walked away from him, leaving him alone in the room with his thoughts and his throbbing cock.
JT watched her go, his eyes glued to her ass as she sauntered away. He wanted to grab her, to push her against the wall, to fuck her hard and fast. But he knew better than to try. He knew that if he did, she would only laugh, only taunt him more.
So he sank to his knees, his hands reaching for the discarded vibrator on the bed. He could still feel the heat radiating from it, could still smell Kendall's arousal on it.
"Clean it up, darling," Kendall's voice echoed from the bathroom, where she was washing up. "And then you can leave."
JT nodded, his eyes locked onto the vibrator, his cock aching for release. He began to wipe it down as his cock twitched desperate for more. His mind raced with hope and fear of what his future with Kendall might hold.
He knew she was playing with him, toying with him, but he couldn't help the desire that still coursed through his veins. He wanted her, needed her, and he was determined to find a way to make her his.
After cleaning up the vibrator, he left Kendall's apartment, his heart heavy and his cock still aching. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep, not with the memory of her still fresh in his mind. He needed to release the tension that had built up inside him, needed to find some sort of relief.