Tease and Denial Stories
TEASE DENIAL - COCK TEASING
Cock Teased by Mom and Daughter
It was late lunch in a nice cafe on Main Street. Boston ferns,
ceiling fans and waitresses in hunter green. I hardly noticed. And I was
utterly, undeniably, achingly going to come. There was nothing I could
do about it. Marie's perfectly sculpted feet had been playful at first,
insinuating themselves up my calves, tickling past my knees, and
purposefully between my thighs. Her perfect, stocking toes had found a
playground under my zipper. But now that she had me at the crumbling
brink of an orgasm, she was steadily pushing me over the edge with those
delightfully well shaped soles.
I risked a look at the knowing smile on her full, sensuous lips.
Not just generous lips, but huge, thick, pouting, erotic, to-die-for
lips; all shell pink and primrose. Luscious, made to suck-a-man-to-death
with lips. A darting tongue slithered wetly across her rosy pink bottom
lip, and she pressed her dainty, large toe into my shaft to emphasize
the point that she knew the how badly I'd like to feel her suctioning
around my knob right with that glorious mouth right then.
She leaned confidentially toward her mother, still watching me
with those Nordic blue, devil eyes. Their mischief seemed almost
demonic, nearly hidden behind the narrow fold of her sharply slanted
Asian lids. Above the table she was oh, so, very proper as if nothing
untoward was happening in my lap.
"Eric's going to come Mommy," she said, in the same tone she'd
use to comment on the pattern of my conservative tie. "You don't care if
I make him squirt, do you?" Sleek ebony hair of deepest black, with just
the slightest wave, fell across her prominent cheekbones, highlighting
her ginger root complexion, hiding a spray of freckles.
Her mother, my steady girlfriend, former secretary, and
confidante, moved the tablecloth aside with a graceful gesture. Shadowed
lids and longest lashes flicked over clear, arctic blue eyes with the
same far-east accent as her daughter's. She glanced down into my lap as
if noticing bread crumbs on my trousers. Marie had made quite a tent
over my pride and joy.
"Yes, I suppose he is about to come. There aren't many men who
can last too long under your toes, are there, Dear? But, he'll stain his
suit if he does shoot, and you know he has to go back to work."
Constance was right. Every Friday meant working longer and
later, as if Monday couldn't wait. I needed to be in the office several
more hours, and I certainly didn't want to be seen with a big dark
circle of come drying inside my pants. But Marie's toes were warm and
insistent, slithering gently up and down my length. Pressing and
kneading me between soft, relentless soles.
I trusted myself to take one quick look downward, to watch
Marie's golden toes with their sharp pink nails raking my aching shaft
through my worsted wool trousers. The shade of her nails complimented
the deep red of her mother's classic manicure, as she held the
tablecloth aside. Pink toes and scarlet fingernails, hovering about my
penis, a millimeter of thin cloth from the real me. The sight of their
fingers and toes so near my cock caused me to feel suddenly warm in the
air conditioned room.
Constance squeezed the tent of my pants between a refined
forefinger and thumb, testing the proportions of my knob. It was all I
could do to maintain my composure, feeling little shocks of electricity
shoot through my shaft where she squeezed and rotated me next to Marie's
tormenting pink toes.
My steady girlfriend smiled at me, the corners of her mouth
curving up mysteriously, knowingly. There was no doubt where Marie had
inherited her big lips, those perfectly exquisite copies of her
mother's. Except that Constance's lips were even fuller, and impossibly
more copious. And scarlet. Not red, but wine-red. Rose petal scarlet.
More crimson than sinful blood. Huge, and big and soft, painted and
luscious with lipstick that made her generous mouth a deliciously unholy
place to lose your soul.
"Perhaps he doesn't want to come and ruin his suit during
lunch," her mother said. I watched her lips. She was rubbing her finger
about to emphasize her point, "He does have to go back to work."
"That's OK, he needs to come really bad. Feel how hot he is?
I've been teasing him with my feet all during lunch. And just look at
his face, he's dying to mess up his pants." She smiled so innocently,
wiping her lips neatly and taking a sip from a water glass.
almost imagine those full lips between my legs. "Please Mommy. Can't I
just make him come on his suit just this once?."
"Well, have you asked him?" Constance said, perhaps in my
defense, or perhaps not. The fingers and toes in slow motion between my
legs were making the room seem slightly out of focus.
"Sure, I'll ask him, but I know he want's to squirt. He wants to
come, don't you Eric. You'd like me to keep petting your cock with my
toes, rubbing you up and down, and tickling your hard knob with my
little piggies until you make it all wet and slippery inside your
pants." She gave a little demonstration, wriggling her toes, tickling me
all around the sides of my captive cock. She was teasing me. Tormenting
me with my needs.
The truth was I didn't know if I wanted to come or not. I was
already embarrassed that Constance had found her daughter's foot in my
lap, and didn't want the additional humiliation of returning to work
having a huge wet spot on my trousers.
"Come on, Eric," Marie teased, "Come on and shoot under my feet.
Don't you like my soft feet rubbing up and down your hard cock. Isn't it
warm? Come on my toes. Do it. Oh, please do it now!" Her words were
hypnotic and as insistent as her toes were arousing. I could almost
imagine people turning their heads my way, seeing me grip the table
"Don't let me influence you Eric, Dear," Constance said. "Here,
I'll open your zipper. And then you can come in my napkin if you want
to." She opened my pants and swung my shaft out under the tablecloth.
Constance's strong elegant fingers circled the base of my shaft tightly,
and held it out for Marie's probing toes to touch. Marie quickly
engulfed my full length into the soft nyloned womb between her soles. It
was like heaven, feeling the sheer nylon rasping my bare cock for the
"But, Eric, do you know what I'd really like to do?" She leaned
toward me and put her elbows on the table as if letting me in on the
most juicy gossip. Her voice was low and throaty for a twenty-two year
old. "I'd like to be mean to you. I'd like to get you all hot and
bothered, and just not do anything about it. Wouldn't you think that was
fun? If I kept teaseing you just like this and then left you horny all
"How about if I made you come to our house tonight and I tied
your hands behind your back and made you suck my toes. Maybe you could
even get down on your hands and knees like a doggy and lick my feet, and
lick Mommy's feet, too."
My cock was squirming under her feet, I was
going to erupt right there in the restaurant. Then suddenly, without
warning, the foot was gone.
"See? I can do anything to you I want to, and I won't make you
shoot on your pants after all. You don't get to come until tonight
unless Mommy beats you off right here in the restaurant." She wore a
devilish little cock-teaser kind of smile on her heavenly, pink lips. It
was more of a teasing bitch smirk.
"I'm sorry, Eric. I can't do that in a restaurant," Constance
said. "And I think Marie has had a delightful idea, Eric, you really
could stand to wait until tonight. Or do you absolutely have to come
right away?" The shocking contrast of far-eastern slant and Scandinavian
blue in her eyes made the subtle smile on those perfect lips hotter than
hell. I glanced at her devilish eyes, then the tormenting hands and feet
which were rubbing my shaft and tickling my excited knob. It was all I
could do to keep from exploding under their touch.
Marie stifled a little giggle, and leaned toward me, folding her
slender fingers together on the table. The lapels of her jacket fell
open, revealing she needed no support for her magnificent breasts. I was
treated me to a tantalizing view of a cavernous cleavage between breasts
as large, and firm and erect as her mother's.
"Mommy, Eric is looking at my breasts, and I think he likes
them. You do like my breasts don't you, Eric?" Constance squeezed the
base of my shaft sharply, sending a lightning flash of lust through my
body. She began to pump me with short, quick jerky movements. Each quick
stroke was an electric shock, made even more tantalizing by Marie's
gentle rubbing soles.
"Yes, I see he does like your breasts. That's very naughty you
know, Eric. I'll have to think of some way to punishment you tonight.
You're obviously staring right at Marie's breasts, and you're probably
wishing you could touch them, too, aren't you?" Marie moved slightly,
and one plump nipple appeared momentarily.
"Have one," she taunted, arching one hard nipple straight toward
my lips. My eyes followed the sway of her heavy breasts inside her
jacket. Not pendulous or sagging breasts, but erotically full and
rounded with plump, ripe nipples. That generous type of breast that was
considered extra large before silicon, with plump, chubby aureoles
capping their ginger root hued expanse. Her nipples jutted upward so
sharply that I began to doubt the laws of nature and gravity.
"I think he's getting even harder looking at my breasts, too,
Mommy," Marie said in a stage whisper. "And I'll bet he thinks he'll get
to come tonight after we make him get naked, too."
"Eric, if you're man enough to keep from coming right now," she
said, "I'll let you suck my nipples tonight. Wouldn't that be nice? Just
think of it, We'll make you so much harder and hornier than you are now.
We'll tie your hands behind your back, and then we'll really, really
tease you and do terribly mean things to you. You'll be sucking my hard
nipples, but you can't touch them with your hands. I'll smother you
between my big breasts while Mommy teases your big stiff penis with her
feathers, but she won't make you shoot, and you won't be able to do
anything about it." She smiled sweetly and straightened, ending the
The red nails and pink toes tormenting my cock were irresistibly
bringing me over the edge. I couldn't hold back any longer. Constance
whispered something to Marie, and suddenly I was bobbing untouched under
the table cloth. They watched me as if I were a zoo animal until my
orgasm subsided. I was so tense, I couldn't speak.
"Oh wow, Mommy! Lets do that again. He was almost going to
shoot, wasn't he? I'll bet he would have hit the ceiling." She planted
one stocking foot firmly on my cock and began pressing and kneading
earnestly. In seconds I was on the verge again.
"You'd better stop now." Constance whispered. Marie quickly
removed her foot until the pressure subsided somewhat. Then her Mommy
gave her permission to try it again. And again. And again. By the time
they were through, I was so dizzy, the room seemed to be spinning
"Very good, Eric," said Constance. "You do have some self
control after all. Now I need to make sure you don't come until tonight.
I watched entranced as she twisted a red finger of lipstick from a
golden tube and applied another layer of scarlet to her luscious mouth.
When it was perfect, she bent elegantly toward me, as if retrieving her
napkin from the floor, and circled her lips around my shaft.
Slowly, deliberately, patiently, she sank to the base of my cock
and delivered the single most heavenly kiss I have ever had. It became
instantly obvious what huge, thick lips could do to a man, sucking and
twining her tongue about my shaft as she slowly sunk down, squeezing the
knob in the back of her throat. Her perfect lips were as tight as
surgical rubber around the base, strangling my cock so firmly, she held
back even the smallest droplet of my juices.
Marie winked one icy blue oriental eye, and blew me a kiss from
her pink, moist lips, reminding me she could do the same with her own
soft, magnificent mouth. "Just imagine what's going to happen tonight if
you decide not to come now--if you can help it. Think of all the things
we can do to you, being tease-tortured by Mommy and I, all tied up and
naked and helpless.
"I'll make you beg me to make you come, but I won't let you.
I'll even open my pussy right around the tip of your penis and hold it
there, but I won't let you go inside."
My loins clenched and my cock
spasmed in her Mommy's hot sucking mouth, but I couldn't shoot my come
past the constricting circle of her lips.
Then, just as deliberately and slowly as she had begun,
Constance circled my base with her finger and thumb and suctioned her
mouth from off my shaft. As she pulled back, her lips were so tight I
felt as if a steel ring was being painfully dragged from my erection.
Then only the cool air was left to dry my aching, wet erection.
"Well now, that's enough." She patted her lips daintily with her
napkin, getting little prints of red on the white linen. "My god, I
really do love teasing you," her mother said, "I think Marie was right
after all, you are really going to suffer badly before we let you shoot
tonight--if we let you at all.
"And I just thought of a wonderful punishment for letting Marie
play footsie with you today. After you're perfectly naked and ready to
shoot, you'll have to stand perfectly still while we feather you. If you
move or come, you'll have to leave."
"I have several particularly sharp quill feathers, nearly a foot
long. I think I'll just tickle them up and down your cock while Marie
uses my ostrich plumes all over your nipples and around your body. It'll
be so delicious making you stand there without moving as a mother and
daughter tag-team tease-torture your penis and balls. The feathers will
irritate and arouse, but never give quite enough pressure to bring you
over the edge."
"Wow, that makes me horny, Mommy," Marie said, "I'm going to
drill the tip of my feather into the little slit at the tip of his
"Fine, now here are your instructions," Constance continued. She
was getting herself ready to depart. "If you masturbate yourself, or
make yourself come before you get to our house tonight, I'll know." I
looked down at myself and saw the full length of my cock was coated in
scarlet lipstick. She had literally signed her name on me.
"And you really do deserve to be teased, you know. After all,
you were a very naughty boy to sit there and let her put her feet in
your lap. Just be at our house at seven thirty tonight and we'll see how
your lips and tongue perform on her feet. If you're really good, I'll
let you suck my toes.
And if you're really, really good, I'll have Marie
masturbate you before we send you home." Constance removed her hand and
wiped it delicately on her cloth napkin. "Now put your thing away before
someone sees." I was mortified, but there was nothing I could do.
"By the way, your wrists are not allergic to stainless steel are
they?" That comment lay heavy on my mind, knowing exactly what she
meant. I thought I had died and gone to fetish heaven as I watched their
thighs and bottoms wobble and jiggle across the room as they left. They
were gone before I picked up the tab.