TEASED & DENIED BY TWO GIRLS

By Lars Kramhøft

I had my first real experience being teased and denied by women a couple of years ago, when I was living with my girlfriend at the time in New York. I worked as a removal man during the day, and on my first novel in the evenings and whenever I had free time.

It was a Friday night, my girlfriend Emily had gone out of town for the weekend to visit her parents, and I had decided to stay at home to write.  My friends had tried to drag me out to the bar, but I had resisted -   writing a novel requires a lot of self-discipline!

Around nine p.m.  I sat down, switched on my computer and felt ready to get some serious writing done, when a text message ticked in on my mobile phone.

The text was from ”Melanie” and it read: ”Hey cutie, what are you up to?”

I sighed. Melanie was a girl I'd met at a party a couple of weeks earlier. She was a hot, fun-loving blonde with rich parents – spoiled, absolutely, good looking, yes, and well aware of it, you bet! On top of that she was rambunctious, kind of vulgar and oozing with sex – in other words, everything nice little Emily wasn't. 

Don't get me wrong – I liked Emily, she was a nice girl, but looking back now, I can see that the only reason I was with her for so long was because it was safe, easy and comfortable.

Of course I'd wanted to fuck Melanie the moment I started talking to her, when she - purposefully - leaned forward and allowed me a generous look at her cleavage. But I had Emily, and even though I probably knew already then that it wasn't going to last, I couldn't bring myself to cheat on her.

Melanie and I had exchanged phone numbers, and stayed in touch. She would tease me about when I would dump Emily, but always left me in the dark as to whether she would actually get with me if I did.  She knew I was attracted to her, of course she did, and she used it to twist me around her little finger. Her bratty, spoiled behavior drove me nuts, and I have to admit, I loved every second of it.

One time Melanie had managed to drag out of me that I was curious about being dominated by women. I don't know why I told her, it wasn't something I'd told anyone – not even Emily.  I was a bit ashamed of it, and even though I often watched femdom porn and masturbated to it when I was alone, I'd never been able to live it out in real life.

After Melanie found out I liked being dominated, we had developed a little game in which I had to ask her permission to masturbate, and eventually to cum. There was something incredibly sexy about having a woman be in control of my orgasms like that! She enjoyed it too, and seemed to derive real sadistic satisfaction from putting me off.

That was what made it so good.

So there I was, sitting at home alone, looking at my phone with all these thoughts in my head, and Emily miles away.

I decided to play it cool and replied: ”Not much. Planning on getting some work done. You?”

I put the phone down and had just clicked Word open when her answer ticked in.

”At a party! It's boooring :( Come here and entertain us!”

Us?

She knew I was alone that weekend, and I guess a part of me had been hoping she would contact me. That an opportunity to meet would come up. And maybe now it did? I still didn’t feel like going to some party though. And then something came over me. Fuck it, I thought. Whatever will be will be! I'll break up with Emily when she comes home. At least this way I won't always wonder if...

”No, you come here!” I replied. Then fearing maybe it was too rude, I added a smiley and pressed send. I forced myself to turn my attention back to the screen. She probably wouldn't reply to that, and Emily would come home Sunday night and everything would continue the way it was...

”OK” was all the next text said.

I was only wearing a t-shirt and my boxers, and now my cock  turned hard. She had so much power over my body!

Before I could answer another text ticked in. Melanie again.

”Mind if I bring a friend?”

Disappointment made my cock sink down between my legs again. All right, I thought. I knew it had been too good to be true. She'd just been teasing me, playing with my expectations. Typically her!  If she was bringing a friend of course she didn't have wild and dirty sex in mind. 

I could hardly say no now though – that would make me come off as a complete asshole after all.  And maybe scare her away for good?  I texted her and said sure, and asked where they were.

It turned out the party they were at was pretty close to where I lived, and Melanie wrote that ”they” were going to steal some booze and bring along.

I got up from my chair, put on a pair of jeans and changed my t-shirt. Just in case, i also brushed my teeth and put on some deodorant. It was as if my cock was whispering to me, who knows, maybe... maybe what?

Ten minutes later I was pacing up and down the floor, smoking a cigarette to kill the time.  It was bad habit I resorted to when I got anxious. Emily hated it.

Twenty minutes; another cigarette, still pacing up and down, thinking maybe they'd forgotten and were going to stand me up. That bitch...

Then the doorbell rang and I rushed to the door.

Out of habit, I looked through the peephole.

Through the fisheye lens I could see Melanie, as always looking gorgeous, and beside her another girl, a tall brunette with short hair and glasses. They were both dressed for partying, Melanie in a ridiculously short dress that I could hardly imagine covered her shapely ass, fish-net stockings and stilettoes. Her companion had an Eastern European look and was wearing a short skirt, fuck-me boots and a low-cut shirt that not only revealed, but outright showcased her huge, bountifully pushed-up boobs.

My heart started pounding in my chest as I opened the door.

The two girls immediately strode in as if they owned the place. 

Melanie gave me a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek, pressing her boobs against me. I could smell party on her – perfume, booze and cigarette smoke.  Her friend introduced herself as Agneta. She was Polish it turned out - she spoke broken English that made me think of Eastern European porn models - and her elegant, steel-rimmed glasses and the short hair made her look like a school teacher – a sexy, dominant one.

The two girls marched into my living room and sat down in the couch. While Agneta lit a Marlboro Light (she didn't even ask for permission!), Melanie produced a bottle of Smirnoff from her handbag.

”Go get some glasses,” she told me casually.

There was something demanding in her voice that turned me on right away. I decided to go along, excited to see where this evening was going. A three-some perhaps???

”And some juice as well,” Melanie yelled as I went to the kitchen, ”You know, this is your lucky night. You get to be our slaves tonight!”

At this I could hear both girls started laughing. As I got the glasses out of the cupboard, I wondered if Melanie had told Agneta about our little game... my little weakness. Don't girls tell each other everything? I couldn't decide if it was embarrassing or sexy. Maybe a bit of both...

”That sounds promising,” I said with a smile as I placed the glasses on the table in front of the girls and sat down in a chair opposite them. Melanie poured vodka shots for all three of us and then it was bottom's up.

When we'd put the glasses down, Agneta said; ”Melanie tells me you are a real horny boy?”

This made both the girls laugh hysterically, and me turn completely red.

Before I could gather myself to answer, Agneta cleared her voice coyly, and continued;

”Melanie also tells me you like to be dominated!”

I looked over at Melanie, who just smiled knowingly.

”I guess you girls do talk about everything,” I said and laughed nervously.

”Well do you?” Agneta insisted. Suddenly she seemed serious, and once again she reminded me of the schoolteacher of my teenage fantasies.

Before I could answer, Melanie interrupted: ”Sure he does! Don't you remember?”, she turned to me and spreading her legs, giving me a glimpse of her white silk panties, she began pretending she was jerking an invisible cock between her legs, ”Oh Melanie,” she moaned loudly, ”please let me jerk my cock for you! Please Melanie, my dick is so hard, please let me masturbate!”

Both girls doubled up with laughter and Agneta almost spat out her mouthful of vodka. I shifted uneasily in my seat. Being humiliated like this was actually a real turn-on for me - I could feel my cock getting hard again. If I had to stand up they would surely see it. God how they would make fun of me then!

”He really likes that?” Agneta giggled and looked sceptically at me, ”What a loser!”

”Yeah, he'll do anything I tell him to,” Melanie assured her, ”Or else, we'll tell his little girlfriend aaaall his dirty secrets!”

To demonstrate it she suddenly assumed a domineering voice and told me to stand up. I couldn't think of anything else to do but obey – I didn't know Melanie well enough to be sure if she would actually contact Emily and tell her, but I couldn't run the risk. I didn't want Emily to find out like that. Besides, I was incredibly turned on!

When the girls saw the huge bulge in my pants they started laughing again.

”I see he is already quite exited!” Agneta said, biting her lip.

”It's so pathetic,” Lucy said flatly, ”He can't hide how much I turn him on. I control him completely!”

The two girls exchanged looks.

”Tell him to take his clothes off ” Agneta said with her sexy accent.

”Sure,” Melanie said and waved at me, ”You heard her, take your clothes off.”

I was so turned on, and at the same time so embarrassed that my legs were trembling. I could hardly think straight!

I could feel the girls' eyes on me as I pulled my t-shirt over my head.

”Oh look, he's embarrassed!” Agneta giggled, pointing to my shaking knees. ”What's the matter, are you afraid we're gonna see your little dick?”

I was about to put my t-shirt on the armrest of the couch, but Melanie stood up and resolutely tore it out of my hands and threw it across the room. She wanted to make sure I knew who was in charge!

”Go on,” she commanded and motioned at my pants. Her eyes were gleaming sadistically, and there was nothing I could do but untie my belt, unzip my pants, and pull them down around my ankles.  My boxers were strained to the point of bursting, so hard was my cock.

”Go on,” Melanie said and put a cigarette between her lips, ”hand them over!”

Behind her Agneta giggled as I struggled out of my pants and handed them humbly to Melanie. She folded them up and tossed them to the side. 

”Is it humiliating to be standing there in front of two girls with a hard dick?” Agneta asked teasingly.

I said that yes, it was pretty humiliating.

But Melanie still wasn't pleased. She assumed a broad stance before me and put her hands on her hips. She wasn't going to let me that off that easy.

”Didn't we tell you to take your clothes off? That means all of them!” 

And so I pulled down my boxers and gave the girls a full view of my hard cock, pointing straight out in the air.

”Wow, he really likes this,” Agneta said as if she found the whole thing mildly amusing.

”Why is your dick so hard?” Melanie enquired a bossy tone.

I looked at the floor; suddenly as cowed as if I had been a teenage boy caught masturbating.

”I guess you're making me pretty horny,” I confessed.

At this Melanie smiled calculatingly. Even though she was enjoying this too, I was the one who was powerless; I was the one who looked stupid and horny in front of them. They were in control, not me.

”You really are a horny boy,” Agneta said and clasped her hands together, obviously pleased by my discomfort.

Still smiling, Melanie suddenly made as if to kick me in the balls. I felt the tip of her stiletto grace my ball sack, and almost fell over trying to avoid the full impact.

Both girls laughed hysterically at me while I tried to shield my exposed crotch with my hands.  Melanie really wanted to chastise me!

”Go get some ice,” she commanded and waved in the direction of the kitchen.

”Yes,” I murmured. When I turned around to go, she slapped my ass and laughed at me again.

When I came back from the kitchen, still with my hard, throbbing boner bouncing idiotically up and down in front of me, both girls were lounging in the couch with their feet on the table.

Melanie motioned me to pour the ice into their drinks. I had to lean in over Agneta's long, smooth legs to do so, and when I did she shifted her legs so the tip of her boot hit my ball sack.

I flinched which caused another fit of laughter.  I was so vulnerable!

”Oh I'm sorry,” Agneta said mockingly and slapped my cock with her hand so it bounced from side to side. “Oh yes, please touch my cock!” I burst out.

But the girls just laughed at me and mocked me for being so horny.

Melanie commanded me to go around the table to stand in front of them again.

”Your cock is still so hard!” She laughed, leaning back in the couch and blowing smoke out through her glossy lips.

”Yes, “ I said, “You are so hot. I can’t help it, you really turn me on.”

”We do, do we?” Melanie said and raised her eyebrows in a daring manner. ”Is it our long, sexy legs? Our big breasts? Maybe you'd like to jerk off while we watch you, huh? Would you like that?”

I said that yes, I would actually very much like that, and again, the girls laughed mercilessly at me.

”What do you think,” Melanie asked Agneta, ”Should we let him play with himself for us?”

”I don't know...” Agneta said teasingly.

”How badly do you want to jerk off for us?” Melanie demanded to know. She loved giving me such a hard time, really making me beg for it.

“I really want to,” I said, “I’m so horny, all I want to do is jerk off for you!”

”First,” she said, stubbing out her cigarette, ”I think you should kiss our boots and tell us how good we look tonight.”

”yes, he should,” Agneta agreed in a strict tone, and quickly offered her boot to me.

As I got down on my knees and kissed it, the smell of fresh leather filled my nostrils.

While I kissed her first boot, she played with my balls with the tip of the other one.

”If you don't do it well I kick you in your balls!” she threatened and dug her heel into my ball sack.

I was afraid she was going to do it, after all I didn't know her at all, so I did my very best to kiss her boots until she was satisfied.

When I was done, Agneta leaned against Melanie and put her feet up on the couch.

”Doesn't she look good?” Melanie teased and cupped her hands around Agneta’s big breasts.  When she squeezed them I could really see how perfectly round and firm they were - like two huge melons, about to burst out of her shirt.

”You can't touch them – only she can!” Agneta said as if she'd read my mind.

”Mmm, they're so soft...” Melanie moaned with closed eyes, ”Don't you want to jerk off to her?” she enquired while she continued to fondle Agneta's boobs.

I said I did.

“Then just ask her,” Melanie teased.

I humbly asked Agneta if I could please jerk off to her?

”First, kiss hers as well!” Agneta demanded and pointed to Melanie's stilettos. She had gotten used to the commandeering tone as well, and it was obvious I had to obey her as well as Melanie now.

After kissing every one Melanie's pretty little manicured toes, I stood up, hoping to finally be allowed to touch myself.

”Get on your knees then, and jerk your little dick” Agneta said.

It was amazing so much power they had over me. They clearly enjoyed watching me like this, on my knees on the hard floor in front of them, naked, horny, and completely at their mercy.

It had never felt so good to finally start rubbing the foreskin of my cock back and forth while two gorgeous women watched me and berated me.

It didn't take long before I could feel I was getting close to cumming.

”Do you think you're going to let me cum?” I asked. I knew Melanie would want me to ask permission.

”He has to ask your permission?” Agneta asked, not believing I could be that pathetic.

”Oh yeah. Sometimes I let him cum, sometimes I don't,” Melanie shrugged, ”And now he'll have to ask your permission as well,”  she added.

Agneta was delighted to have found a new way to torture me.

”Please let me come,” I gasped, feeling my ejaculation getting closer and closer.

”Ask Agneta, looser,” Melanie said coldly.

”May I please cum, Agneta?” I asked.

”No!” Agneta snapped as if I had asked for something completely outrageous, and they both burst out laughing.

”Please let me cum,” I whispered. I was so horny it was all I could think of.

”All right,” Melanie said and leaned forward, pressing her breasts together to drive me even more crazy, ”Tell you what loser, you jerk off as hard and fast as you can and if you impress us we'll give you permission to blow you loser load right there on the floor!”

”Okay,” I gasped, and I picked up the pace, jerking still harder and faster. Soon I was getting to the edge, ready to blow my hot cum all over the floor for them. I would have given anything to cum!

”Please, let me cum now!” I begged.

Suddenly both girls stood up.

”You know,” Melanie said thoughtfully, ”You just don't impress us. You should just stop right now.”

”Yeah,” Agneta said, ”We're bored.”

I slowed down, but didn't want to stop and looked pleadingly up at them… could they really be that cruel?

”Stop jerking your dick, you little wanker!” Melanie shouted, ”If you cum now I'll tell Emily everything!”

My cock was screaming for release, but I didn't dare to continue. So I let go.

”You know what? Let's go back to the party!” Melanie said to Agneta. Then, turning back to me she whispered sweetly; ”You were a bit rude earlier. For the future, when I tell you to come to a party you come. Otherwise – you just don't get to cum!”

And then, as quickly as they'd arrived, the two girls were gone, leaving me horny and denied on the floor of my own apartment. As the door slammed behind them, I could hear them laughing hysterically. I felt horny, used and completely humiliated – and it was amazing!

THE END