I have never told anyone of my desire to lose all control. I believe this desire is something hidden in all of us; for some, it is buried deep and out of sight, but for me, it has pushed its way to the surface and the magnitude of its force has only just been tested. The date was Monday, April 24th, 2009. It was precisely 1:07 p.m. when I surrendered all control.
I remember glancing at my wristwatch as I removed it carefully. It was 1:02. I looked up at my counterpart. She sported dark wavy hair and a coy smile. Her breasts were completely exposed, as she sat on my carpet with nothing more than her striped cotton panties. I placed the watch on the table, which now housed an assortment of clothing, before resuming my place on the floor wearing just my white boxer-briefs. Sweat seemed to pour out of my body and I trembled (surely noticeably).
“Your deal,” she said coolly.
I nodded and took the deck of cards from her outstretched palm. As I shuffled slowly, I glanced at the bottom card: the Ace of Hearts. I fidgeted to bring the Ace unnoticeably to the top of the deck. I shuffled more carefully now, glancing down occasionally until finally another Ace appeared. My mind raced as I placed the second Ace near the top of the deck. I promptly ceased all shuffling motion and dealt the cards: two each. A small smile formed on her thick lips as she glanced at her cards.
“Let’s see the flop,” I said, staring down at my own cards: the Nine of Clubs and Seven of Hearts. I dealt out three cards – face up this time: the Six of Spades, Eight of Diamonds, and King of Hearts. I had a straight draw.
“How about the turn?” she prompted.
I flipped the next card in the deck to reveal the Jack of Clubs. Her aces would be good as long as no Five or Ten appeared on the river.
“And now for all the marbles,” I said with a false sense of confidence.
I dealt the final “community” card and to my hidden joy, it was the Ace of Spades. She laughed and showed me her hand: Three-of-a-kind Aces. I revealed my hand and said, trying to hide my enthusiasm, “Well, I had a straight draw.”
“Now let’s see,” she demanded, wasting little time. She hastily grabbed her bra to cover her large breasts. For the moment, I refrained from completing her demands willingly. She then tugged her tight jeans on, but left her shirt off, probably to keep me aroused. She clearly didn’t know how aroused I would be throughout the entire duration of what was to follow my poker loss.
“I already told you once,” she said, growing a little testier. “Take off your boxers, or I’ll do it for you.”
I remained frozen.
“Fine,” she grumbled. She got up and walked directly towards me. She pulled on my arms with surprising force and lifted me to my feet. Very quickly, she yanked down my boxers and exposed my fully erect penis. She chuckled and said, “It’s not that big.” She reached down and began fondling my privates. She squeezed my balls between her fingers and began stroking my penis with her other hand – very slowly and firmly. I felt completely elated.
Suddenly she stopped. “Anyways, I want you to make yourself cum – not here, though. Follow me.” She led me to my own kitchen and began rummaging through my cupboards. Finally, she pulled out a small loaf of rye bread. “Mmm… this bread looks good,” she laughed, as she sliced off the end piece. “It looks a little dry, though. Anything we can do about that?”
I felt my penis grow even larger, but ignored it and shrugged rather nonchalantly. “Well I’ll tell you what,” she said earnestly. “I’ll give you one minute to make your own creamy topping for this bread, or I’ll invite my sister here to help me with the remainder of the torture.”
In truth, I could’ve cum in a second since I was already so wound up. However, the prospect of her older, more attractive sister coming over was too much for me to turn down. As the kitchen clock flicked to 1:16, I began to stroke myself. I started slowly at first, but even that was too difficult to maintain without erupting. Sweat rolled off my forehead as I held off the inevitable explosion for as long as I could. Just as I could restrain no longer, the clock changed to 1:17 and I let loose an immense load of sticky cum all over the piece of bread, as well as the floor.
“Yay,” she cheered clapping. “But you were just a moment too late. I’ll call my sis, and in the meantime, you can think about digesting that delicious bread.”
I stared at the cum-soaked bread and smiled. The clock struck 1:18. It had only been 11 minutes.
I remember glancing at my wristwatch as I removed it carefully. It was 1:02. I looked up at my counterpart. She sported dark wavy hair and a coy smile. Her breasts were completely exposed, as she sat on my carpet with nothing more than her striped cotton panties. I placed the watch on the table, which now housed an assortment of clothing, before resuming my place on the floor wearing just my white boxer-briefs. Sweat seemed to pour out of my body and I trembled (surely noticeably).
“Your deal,” she said coolly.
I nodded and took the deck of cards from her outstretched palm. As I shuffled slowly, I glanced at the bottom card: the Ace of Hearts. I fidgeted to bring the Ace unnoticeably to the top of the deck. I shuffled more carefully now, glancing down occasionally until finally another Ace appeared. My mind raced as I placed the second Ace near the top of the deck. I promptly ceased all shuffling motion and dealt the cards: two each. A small smile formed on her thick lips as she glanced at her cards.
“Let’s see the flop,” I said, staring down at my own cards: the Nine of Clubs and Seven of Hearts. I dealt out three cards – face up this time: the Six of Spades, Eight of Diamonds, and King of Hearts. I had a straight draw.
“How about the turn?” she prompted.
I flipped the next card in the deck to reveal the Jack of Clubs. Her aces would be good as long as no Five or Ten appeared on the river.
“And now for all the marbles,” I said with a false sense of confidence.
I dealt the final “community” card and to my hidden joy, it was the Ace of Spades. She laughed and showed me her hand: Three-of-a-kind Aces. I revealed my hand and said, trying to hide my enthusiasm, “Well, I had a straight draw.”
“Now let’s see,” she demanded, wasting little time. She hastily grabbed her bra to cover her large breasts. For the moment, I refrained from completing her demands willingly. She then tugged her tight jeans on, but left her shirt off, probably to keep me aroused. She clearly didn’t know how aroused I would be throughout the entire duration of what was to follow my poker loss.
“I already told you once,” she said, growing a little testier. “Take off your boxers, or I’ll do it for you.”
I remained frozen.
“Fine,” she grumbled. She got up and walked directly towards me. She pulled on my arms with surprising force and lifted me to my feet. Very quickly, she yanked down my boxers and exposed my fully erect penis. She chuckled and said, “It’s not that big.” She reached down and began fondling my privates. She squeezed my balls between her fingers and began stroking my penis with her other hand – very slowly and firmly. I felt completely elated.
Suddenly she stopped. “Anyways, I want you to make yourself cum – not here, though. Follow me.” She led me to my own kitchen and began rummaging through my cupboards. Finally, she pulled out a small loaf of rye bread. “Mmm… this bread looks good,” she laughed, as she sliced off the end piece. “It looks a little dry, though. Anything we can do about that?”
I felt my penis grow even larger, but ignored it and shrugged rather nonchalantly. “Well I’ll tell you what,” she said earnestly. “I’ll give you one minute to make your own creamy topping for this bread, or I’ll invite my sister here to help me with the remainder of the torture.”
In truth, I could’ve cum in a second since I was already so wound up. However, the prospect of her older, more attractive sister coming over was too much for me to turn down. As the kitchen clock flicked to 1:16, I began to stroke myself. I started slowly at first, but even that was too difficult to maintain without erupting. Sweat rolled off my forehead as I held off the inevitable explosion for as long as I could. Just as I could restrain no longer, the clock changed to 1:17 and I let loose an immense load of sticky cum all over the piece of bread, as well as the floor.
“Yay,” she cheered clapping. “But you were just a moment too late. I’ll call my sis, and in the meantime, you can think about digesting that delicious bread.”
I stared at the cum-soaked bread and smiled. The clock struck 1:18. It had only been 11 minutes.