1844-33-CANDY EXT 423
“I’m glad you could make it,” I say, giving you a kiss on the cheek as you walk into the house. I’m wearing a sweater that barely covers my chest, a short skirt, and thigh high socks. I watch as your eyes travel up and down my body, taking in every inch of me. I smile, knowing that you’re already getting hard in your pants.
“Thanks for inviting me,” you say, your voice low and husky. I can tell that you’re trying to keep your cool, but it’s already slipping away.
“I have to help my mom in the kitchen for a bit,” I say, taking your hand and leading you towards the bedroom. “But I have a little something to hold you over until dinner.”
I push open the door to my bedroom and pull you inside, closing it behind us. I can feel your eyes on me as I walk over to my dresser and pull out a pair of handcuffs.
Blue Balls for Dinner
“Mercedes, what are you doing?” you ask, your voice laced with excitement.
“Just trust me,” I say, turning to face you. I walk over to you and place the handcuffs in your hand. “Put these on.”
You hesitate for a moment, but then you do as I say, cuffing your hands behind your back. I can see the bulge in your pants growing, and I know that you’re already on the edge.
“Now, I want you to stay right here while I go help my mom,” I say, running my fingers through your hair. “And don’t even think about touching yourself. I’ll know if you do.”
I give you a wink and then turn to leave the room, closing the door behind me and I can hear your muffled protests as I walk away, but I know that you’ll do as I say.
A while later, I can feel my phone vibrating in my pocket, and I know that it’s you. I pull it out and read your message:
“I can’t believe you left me like that. I’m so hard right now.”
I can’t help but laugh as I reply:
“Good. That’s exactly what I wanted.”
I spend the next hour helping my mom in the kitchen, all the while feeling your eyes on me. I can feel the heat between my legs growing, and I know that I’m already wet.
Finally, dinner is ready, and we all gather around the table. I can see you glancing at me out of the corner of your eye, and I know that you’re still hard.
“Mercedes, you look beautiful,” my dad says, smiling at me.
“Thanks, Dad,” I say, smiling back.
I take a bite of food and then turn to you, my eyes locked on yours.
“You know, I never did tell you what I had planned for you earlier,” I say, my voice low and seductive.
“What do you mean?” you ask, your voice shaking.
“I mean, I had every intention of teasing you until you couldn’t take it anymore,” I say, running my foot up your leg. “But I got sidetracked.”
I can see the confusion on your face, but then it turns to understanding as you realize what I’m saying.
“You mean, you were going to…”
“Blue ball you?” I finish for you, laughing. “Yes, that’s exactly what I was going to do.”
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