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I am a little cock-teaser. I love to bring a guy to the point of no return with my wanton advances and then leave him hopelessly horny. I find it so arousing, I can enjoy several potent orgasms while I keep the guy begging for one. On top of being a very sexy and attractive girl, I like to draw even more attention by wearing the most provocative outfits. Many guys get a hard-on just looking at my braless tits jutting through the see-through material of my tight tops. Whether I choose to wear skimpy shorts, skin-tight jeans or an outrageously short mini, I always make sure my shapely legs are shown to their best advantage.
I love the effect when a guy follows me up the escalator in a shopping mall, and realizes I don't wear any panties under my mini. His face generally turns red and he looks like he's about to choke from the arousal. It makes me all hot when I see the tent-pole rising in his trousers. Most of the time, I'll just lick my lips and giggle as I look at his crotch. If the opportunity arises, I might "accidentally" brush my hand or bum against his bulge. A good place is while queuing at the fast food. A light contact is sometimes all it takes to have him almost ready to burst. While he wonders if I've been doing it on purpose, I just leave him to deal with his hopeless arousal. I then rush to the nearest toilets and finger myself to a devastating orgasm.
My orgasms are even more intense when I can put a guy in a really embarassing situation. Like teasing him in a public place and making sure the bulge in his trousers keeps on the brink of bursting all the time. Imagine his dilemma, desperately needing some relief, but the last thing he wants is cream his trousers and make a fool of himself. I especially love doing this when the guy wears tight trousers and no underwear. It makes him so vulnerable to my expert tease. Sometimes, I purposely bring him over the edge, milking him through his trousers until they are a soaking mess. But more often than not, I stop everytime when the crucial point is reached and leave him with blue balls at the end. Along with the bulging outline of his boner, the streaks of precum showing through the fabric of his trousers are more than enough to let on the full extent of his predicament.
Many men are desperately attracted to my extensive range of high-heel stilettos. I can tell right from the way they look at my shoes that they have some kind of a foot fetish. And I love to take full advantage of their little weakness to tease them even further. I work part-time as an escort, and it gives me many opportunities to experiment with my little game. The other day, I answered a call from a customer who had insisted on my wearing stilettos. I decided to put on the whole show for him. A black leather camisole and ultra mini, along with my sexiest leather sandals. Their 5" high stiletto heels always have a tremendous effect on the male gender, and he was no exception. His eyes were literally glued upon them as I ushered him into my lounge. As we stood facing each other, I immediately noticed the rapidly rising bulge forming at his crotch. He was wearing an outrageously tight pair of flimsy white cotton jeans. The encasing fabric did everything but hide the clear outline of his cock and balls, trapped at the top of his thigh.
I gave him a welcome hug, rubbing my body close against his. I could feel his cock pulsating. I stepped back to watch the effect. Down his left thigh, his rock-hard boner was visibly straining against the fabric of his jeans. The material was so thin it revealed every detail of his bulging cockhead, making his lack of underwear more than obvious. Precum was already leaking through. I was getting really hot, seeing how vulnerable he was in his tight trousers. It really was like him asking for the tease of his life. And I wouldn't deceive him. He'd booked one hour with me, but I wanted to make sure he'd want to spend much longer. I licked my lips as I watched his crotch: "Wow, I love those sexy trousers! They really dont't hide much, do they?".
I reached forward and started slowly massaging his cockhead between my fingers. I've got a technique that drives the guys completely wild. My thumb rubs over the topside, my index plays with the tip, while my middle fingernail rakes the sensitive area on the underside. He was gasping for breath as my expert strokes rapidly brought him to the brink of orgasm: "Yum, your hard cock feels so hot through that flimsy fabric! I bet you're not wearing anything underneath!" He was speechless as my expert fingers were purposefully pushing him closer to the edge. I insisted: "Tight jeans, no underwear! My! Be careful not to have an accident! You haven't got any spare trousers, have you?". He obviously didn't, and that made the situation all the more arousing to me. The poor baby was completely exposed to my relentless teasing. He started pleading: "Oooh, Pl-please! D-don't ... I just can't hold it! St-stop or you'll have me cream my jeans!".
I knew exactly the state he was in. Ignoring his plea, I purposely went on stroking him. That was nearly decisive. His cock twitched and tensed under my fingers. I knew he'd reached the point of no return. I stopped at that crucial moment, leaving him wavering on the edge of orgasm. When a guy gets to this point, you have to know exactly what to do, unless you want him to erupt without further stimulation. I love experimenting with variations on the 'squeeze technique'. It's quite effective to prevent any such sort of premature ejaculation. Kind of the perfect tool for an expert little cock-teaser like me! So I squeezed his pulsating cockhead tight between my fingers, holding it in a very firm grip until the throbbing had subsided. Combined with the pressure of his tight jeans over his confined cock and balls, my expert squeeze action had the precise effect I had intended. It stopped him just short of ejaculation while causing a gush of precum to ooze out of his frustrated boner. I thoroughly wiped it into the thin fabric of his jeans. The wet spot over his bulging cockhead was awesome. I licked my lips as I watched the effect: "Oh, my! Try to control yourself! Your trousers are getting all wet! One might think you've cum into them already!".
It's just the kind of situation I love to put a guy in. Stopped on the very brink of his rising orgasm, he was more desperate for relief than ever. But his trousers were in such an embarrasing condition, he probably wished he'd creamed them for real. I was intent to play on this and keep cock-teasing him for as long as he could stay with me. And I hadn't even started touching on his obvious little foot fetish. That was to be the next step of my tease. I had him sit on the left side of the couch, while I sat to his right on the other side. "So, I understand you like high-heeled stilettos, don't you? How do you find mine?" I stretched my legs and let them rest on his lap. I could see his hard-on pulsating through his tight trousers. "G-Gorgeously sexy", he said, "would you like a foot massage?". I raised my left foot almost up to his nose. This caused the hem of my leather mini to hike up my hips, clearly exposing my pantyless pussy. At the same time, the heel of my right sandal traced up his inner thigh and made contact with his bulging cock-head. "Oh sure, I'd love one!", I said as I watched his desperate cock throb at the touch of my heel. "Tell me, is it that you have a little foot fetish?". He held my left foot as he said: "W-well... Let's say I love women with beautiful feet wearing sexy high-heels". He started massaging my foot. "Oh, that's nice", I said, "and I love to feel a hard cock throbbing under my heel, you know?".
I was slowly tracing the tip of my heel over the sensitive underside of his cock-head. I knew that given his intense arousal, the light raking was rapidly pushing him towards orgasm yet again. The poor baby was certainly hoping I would bring him over the edge and have him explode. This time, he was making no effort to stop me. The situation made me really hot, and I had to finger myself as he massaged my foot. My heel kept teasing his cock-head as it wavered on the edge of climax. My eyes were focused on his hard-on, carefully watching his slightest reaction. The thin material of his trousers was showing everything. The wet spot of precum made every detail all the more visible, even letting through the purple shade of his nearly erupting cockhead. I teased: "You like feeling my spiked heel masturbate you through your tight jeans, don't you? My! Your cock looks right on the edge of spurting! Would you like me to make you cum?". My words had the exact effect I had expected. He went moaning "Aaaaah, Y-yes! Ooooh, yes, baby, now!". I saw his cock twitch and tense once again. He was ripe and ready to erupt. I chose this crucial moment to stop the raking and apply a very firm pressure on his throbbing cockhead with the spike of my heel. This variation on the squeeze technique immediately caused his impending orgasm to recede. At the same time, I was fingering myself to an intense climax. I loved feeling him at my complete mercy. "Why did you stop?", he moaned. I teased: "Oh, poor baby, you were about to cum, weren't you? Did you really want me to have you flood your jeans with my little heel-job? But you couldn't even walk outside if I did that, could you? Remember, you don't have any underwear, it would be such a big mess!".
In fact, his jeans had gotten even wetter with his oozing precum. I resumed my relentless raking, pushing him yet again towards orgasm. I had him like under a spell, at the complete control of my sexual mastery. "Tell me, wouldn't you like to spend more time with me? Do you like dancing? I know a great club in town, we could go together. I promise you a night you'll remember, you know!". He didn't hesitate, paying me upfront for an extra 4 hours. We took a cab downtown, and as we sat close together, I was making sure his arousal stayed at fever pitch. All the way there, I kept slowly masturbating him through the fabric of his trousers. I guided his hand under my mini and had him finger my pantyless pussy. I knew he was right on the brink. As we arrived, I purposely increased the pace. I felt his cock twitch and tense once again under my hand, and stopped his rising torrent with yet another expert squeeze. As my fingers gripped his pulsating cockhead short of orgasm, I closed my thighs together over his hand and came delightfully.
As we got out, I watched his attempts at lowering his jacket as much as he could over his crotch to make his predicament less obvious. I was loving it. It was too early for the club, so I led him to a nearby cocktail bar I knew for its exotic cocktails and romantic setting. One of the waitresses is a friend of mine, sharing the same passion for teasing. I made sure she would be attending us. She led us to a table in a secluded corner. He sat with his back to the wall, while I sat across from him on the other side of a glass table. The seats were low and comfortable. I stretched my legs and rested them on his seat, right between his thighs. He gasped as the spike of my right heel proceeded to lightly rake the underside of his desperate cockhead through the thin material of his trousers. The glass table was letting me see everything, and I made sure to concentrate on his most erogenous nerve endings. This soon had him racing towards orgasm once again. He pleaded: "N-not here! Someone could see!".
At that precise moment, the waitress came back to take our orders. His face turned red as he knew she could clearly see my heel playing with his engorged cock. When I asked for a Gin Fizz, she said "OK, a Jean Feaze for you, then. As for the gentleman, I see he's already having a little Jean's Tease here, uh? May I suggest a Blow Job instead, or maybe a Creaming Stiletto?". His face was turning bright purple, but he went for the Creaming Stiletto. Based on Bailey's Irish Cream as its main ingredient, it came served in a stiletto-shaped glass. As we sipped our drinks, I shifted my legs so as to expose my naked pussy to his lusty eyes. I started fingering myself under my leather mini. Meanwhile, I made sure the relentless action of my stiletto was keeping him right on the brink of spurting into his trousers. He waived the waitress for the bill, and I purposely increased the pace of my expert raking. As she came back a few moments later, the familiar twitching of his cock told me he'd reached the point of no return. I stopped him short at that crucial moment with my heel squeeze technique, which gave me another terrific orgasm as I denied his. My waitress friend was watching everything, and it made it all the more arousing. She commented: "Well, I see that creaming stiletto nearly made a jean's fizz. Looks like I was right on time to avoid a big mess, uh?"
We left the bar and headed for the club. His erection looked like it would break through the fabric of his jeans, and his oozing precum formed a clearly noticeable wet spot. Luckily, I knew the bouncers, otherwise they probably wouldn't have let him in in that condition. We got inside and I coaxed him into leaving his jacket at the cloakroom. Deprived of his only protection, he was left utterly exposed. His only recourse was to try and keep close behind me, but then the contact of my wiggling bum against his crotch made his situation all the more desperate. As we started dancing, I made sure his arousal stayed at its peek, repeatedly grazing my expert fingers over his engorged cockhead. Whenever there was a slow dance, I would let him grind himself against me until his breathing got heavy. I would then lower my right hand from his hip down between us to his crotch, and expertly masturbate him through the thin material of his tight jeans. I stopped everytime at the crucial moment, and often had to resort to the squeeze technique. Meanwhile, rubbing my pussy against his thigh was giving me the most possibly intense orgasms. When we sat to get some rest, I gave him no respite. To start with, I had him go and get drinks from the bar, making his predicament visible to everyone as he crossed the room. As he sat next to me, I kept masturbating him through his precum-soaked trousers, eveytime bringing him to the edge and stopping him just short of ejaculation.
At one point, I told him: "You like being masturbated like that, uh? Right through your tight trousers and no underwear! Would you like me to have you cream your jeans?". He was in such need of relief he didn't object. True, his trousers were wet with precum, but that was nothing compared with the state they would be in if he came for good. I purposely went on grazing the erogenous underside of his cockhead with my fingernails even though the familiar twitching had warned me of his impending orgasm. This had him spurt a first jet of cum right into his jeans. I immediately applied the squeeze technique, holding an even tighter grip onto his cockhead to make sure the forthcoming jets would stay trapped inside. I waited until his desperate throbbing had subsided. I just had to rub my thighs to enjoy my most intense orgasm yet as I did this to him. I had just managed to stop him right in the midst of his orgasm. His already intense frustration was reaching an absolute peek. I knew his cock was now like an explosive device. The slightest touch could have him erupt his full cum load. I waited a while before carefully wiping his cum sample into the thin fabric of his trousers. I teased: "Oh, poor baby! Did I stop just as you were cumming? My! Your jeans are such a mess now! It makes your lack of underwear even more obvious, you know?". And I had him go and get some more drinks right in that situation. I absolutely loved to watch his embarassment as he had to cross the room with his cum-soaked trousers outlining his helpless erection. As he came back, I led him straight to the dance-floor and went on teasing him there until I thought he would pass away.
Finally, I told him I might let him cum if he gave me a good tip. He agreed on giving me worth 1 hour extra. I sat across from him in a secluded corner and proceeded to masturbate him with my heel right through the flimsy material of his trousers. I warned him: "You're going to flood your jeans, you know that?". His cock twitched under my heel, and I went on stroking his cockhead in a very fast and light grazing action. I knew this was too much for him to resist, and he suddenly gushed load after load of accumulated cum right into the tight confines of his trousers. I left him a total mess, his jeans soaked right down to his knee. I still wonder how he got out after that, but that got him hooked. He's become a regular customer since.