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T BOY instructions

By Ms. Mandy June 7, 2007 Guided Masturbation phone sex, masturbation information, phonesex, T BOY, Teasing and Denial

T Boy you have requested a hard lesson… let’s see what my wicked mind can come up with….

Let’s use some slippery LUBE.  On your knees, and I need you to jerk off for me… Looking at my picture, envision me bent over in front of you, as you lick my pussy, and pump your cock for 15 minutes… No Cumming!

LOTS OF LUBE.

If you want to stroke again, then tomorrow at lunch, you may go to the men’s room and stroke for 5 minutes, no cumming. AND, if you want to stroke tomorrow night, you will have to ask my permission.
Mandy

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2 thoughts on “T BOY instructions”

  1. Mandy Malone

    Dear T Boy:

    Very well written comment, and thank you for letting me have all the wonderful, delicious details about your experience of masturbating at work, and thinking of me. I love knowing you have your dick in your hand, and stroke and think about me in the morning at work.

    I am not sure I am going to let you cum, without some serious begging.

    Sorry I missed you a bit this week, had one heck of a migraine, but I am back in form and will be around tonight and more this week.

    I may leave you a lesson shortly, if I don’t get tied up with more calls, there have been many interruptions so far tonight…

    Mandy

  2. T BOY

    Oh sweet Mistress, you have taken me to the edge of desire and held me by my ankles over the abyss of pleasure. Today at the office I slipped into the men’s room at around 10:30am. I had been holding out but couldn’t stand it any more. I think my assistant could sense something was keeping me agitated. Perhaps it was the sweat on my forehead or the bulge in my pants that could easily be seen tenting out the summer wool fabric. A small wet spot was already visible from the leaking precum. I locked the stall door and hung up my suit jacket, unzipped my fly and slipped my hard cock out to breath freely. Holding my throbbing flesh in my hand I stroked gently as I leaned against the stall door for support. I thought of all of our hot encounters and wished you were in the stall with me to watch me stroke. I wished I had brought the pair of panties you sent me into the stall, but I had forgotten them in my briefcase where I always keep them. I stroked and stroked edging again and again, riding the wave of pleasure as I teetered on the very point of cumming. Drips of precum fell onto the cold tile floor creating a slippery little puddle I would have to lick up later. I hate to waste it. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I stopped and got dressed and splashed cold water on my face. As I walked back to my office, I saw my assistant give me a knowing little smile. I think she could even smell the hormones and musk of my precum drying on my cock and boxers.

    Please let me stroke tonight Mistress. I love to stroke for you alone. I would do anything for you. I am storing all my cum in these swollen balls the size of kiwis just for you.