Sabrina in Stockings smartass switch sex worker

I’ve got my toes buried in the sand at Cape Cod. The pedicure’s fresh (a recent birthday present from a thoughtful submissive). I’m stretched out absorbing the sun and sky, and taking calls on Niteflirt…

My cell rings, and when the polite femmebot voice on the other line says just the words I want to hear, I smile:

“You’ve received a call for your listing in Women > Fantasy > Other. The rate for this call will be 2.99 per minute.”

It’s my orgasm control line - no, let’s be honest; my orgasm denial line. I’ll make this line available often even when I’m not taking calls because this isn’t work, this is fun. It cuts right to the chase: he needs to come, he’s on the edge, and what happens next is completely in my hands.

“Hel-lo, this is Sabrina…” I can’t keep the smile out of my voice. Sometimes I’ll laugh to myself, and they’ll ask me why I’m laughing.

This is where I get my kicks. Silly boy.

He’s already on edge. It’s in the tension behind his words, the breaths, the pauses. On edge, his voice slips into a different register. His throat’s tighter. His pacing is staccato –

That’s what I love to listen for; that shift when they need it badly. I like to hear the urgency. That’s why I’ll draw them out, wait until they have to come.

I like to hear them beg.

No - I insist it of them. The hesitant ones aren’t ready to come yet. They don’t need it badly enough. The desperate ones, if they beg pretty, sometimes I’ll let earn an orgasm.

If they want me to make them stroke, I let them stroke. Eventually. If they want me to make them earn each stroke I’ll make them stroke til they need me to let them stop. Denial within denial - why not? A pleasure prolonged is a pleasure enhanced. A pleasure forced and twisted is a deviant’s treat I’m serving up on the beach, in semipublic…

And he’s needing to stop soon, or come. And I remind him that he’d better not come without my permission. He won’t? Good… Even though he needs to so badly? That’s right. That’s exactly right.

“So how badly do you need to come? You’d better convince me, if you want me to let you come.” I like to hold out hope. I might let him come - if he earns it, if he’s good, if he’s lucky. Sometimes I do let them come, and they thank me. Sometimes I don’t and they thank me and curse me together, both equally heartfelt.

He’s begging for me, and it’s good - I’m riding that high - but not good enough.

I push my ridiculous glamourpuss sunglasses down over my eyes.

“No.” I’m laughing, and my friends are looking over at me; they’ll figure out what’s going on in a minute. “I just don’t think you want to come that badly.” (And I hear him moaning oh please Mistress I need it so badly, please, can’t I just come for you…)

“You know, I’m getting more out of it this way than if you actually came.” Brutal honesty. “Your begging amuses me… whereas if you come, it’s really just a sticky mess, over in a few seconds. And doesn’t it feel good to stroke? Why would you want to stop just so you can be allowed to come?”

I love the semi-logic. He’s still trying to convince me, he know it’s too late. He just wants to keep stroking a few more seconds. He’s waiting for my final word.

“No. ”

“Take your hands off my cock; you’re not allowed to come today.”

I’m laughing, and he’s saying thank you, Mistress, and fighting his way back from the edge so he doesn’t disobey and come without my permission. I tell him to try his luck again next time. I might be in a more generous mood.

Two very blue balls in ten minutes and I keep telling myself I’m on vacation. From what exactly?

We head out for drinks and seafood. I keep the phone on.

(I’ve been traveling off and on throughout the summer. If you’d like to catch me, add my orgasm permission line to your favorites on your Niteflirt account, or dial 1-800-TO-FLIRT, extension 01781456. Or send me an email - don’t be a stranger. It’s sabrinamorgan at gmail dot com, of course.)

I’m back from my trip out of town. Did you miss me last weekend?

Sorry… I was busy getting my tease on. You guys make it too easy sometimes and I just can’t resist taking full advantage. A little flirting and men become physically, mentally, and financially weak.

Nowhere was this more evident than at the strip club. The South is known for ladies with big smiles and long tanned legs… women who know how to work a man. The real show wasn’t the gyration on the couches but in the subtleties: the blonde with the knee-high black boots who moved like a snake, the vixen who dragged her chestnut hair over Mr. Aging Jock’s torso, knelt, and smiled up at him so sweetly before taking his money. Hands at his sides - no touching. These men were paying for nothing but a well-executed tease, knowing they wouldn’t be allowed to place their hands on one inch of tanned skin, knowing the only satisfaction they’d get would be at their own hands, hours later, thinking back on the way she’d moved as she straddled his thighs.

It was inspiring.

I’ve talked about strip clubs before with one of my favorite callers and he was quick to admit that the highlight of his experience was the dynamic of the tease, that undercurrent of control. She had it; he didn’t. Money did not equal power, except in that he was surrendering both. He knew he wasn’t supposed to come; if he came it would probably be prematurely. And she would know, and laugh.

I’ll be back on the phones tonight. Lap dance anyone?

“Do you like to deny different people for different reasons?”

“Yes. I like denying you because you’re a Mac person.”

-from a conversation with a very special caller on my philosophy of tease and denial

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This Week’s Picks
History: Marlene on the Wall (http://thismuse.blogspot.com)
“3AM, showering, head, his hands soapy on my breasts, I’m thankful I’ve dropped weight, the water is warm and cool enough to feel like bed.”

Afternoon Debauchery (http://junohenry.wordpress.com)
“Occasionally he’d push it further inside me, from where it had involuntarily escaped due to slickness and enthusiastic vibrations.”

Too Many Choices (http://bikersballsandteacherstits.blogspot.com)
“We’d been naked most of the time since getting here on Friday, so I wasn’t surprised when I reached under her skirt and found that she wasn’t wearing any panties.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Circumcision? Bullshit. (http://sugarbank.com)

Editor’s Choice
Spanking Models Run For Charity, AKA Bums on the Run (http://adelehaze.com)

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Lovely picture of C. courtesy of Polyamorously Perverse.

My man and I have a mutual fixation: his cock. And instant gratification is a high priority. When I simply must have it in my mouth, I’m not one to wait for silly things like privacy or propriety. Fortunately for my (so far) pristine arrest record, he’s got a little more self-control.

I did say a little.

He is all. About. The road head.

He sings when he drives, so I like it when he drives. And if we’re in my car… my car has bench seats in front. Yes, I did this on purpose. You know me.

It’s the last red light before we’re out of cop central. He looks at me and he’s got that evil perverted twinkle in his eye. I lick my lips. He’s already loosening his buckle. I. Can’t. Wait. He’s pushing his pants down, pulling aside his underwear and it’s too long for this red light, I swear. No lips around his cock until we’re safely out of view.

(Mostly.)

Precious seconds to move the armrest. Cups go flying. Styrofoam’s mashed under my boot, but I won’t find it til after. I glance up. Red turns to green and I bend down - halfway to contact and his hand’s already in my hair. I like to lavish his cock with my tongue but right now I just want to sink every thick inch into my mouth.

And he’s talking to me. I love it when he talks dirty. Especially when it’s so complimentary.

“Just like that… slow and sensual. Mmmm. That feels so luxurious. Your mouth is like velvet, I love what you’re doing with your tongue…”

…talking the entire time and I can’t help but mmmmmm. His hand is reaching back and grabbing my ass, rough like he knows I like it, giving it a good hard squeeze. My lips are stretched just right around the base of his cock and wetly sliding up and down. My tongue’s working over the mushroom head and flexing against his shaft. I’m hearing his voice and it’s just what I need to get me squirming and turned on enough to come just from sucking him off. And he knows it.

I’ve got a slow, pulling suction going and he’s egging me on, telling me to come, ordering me to come on his cock. I sink his cock into my throat as far as it’ll go, then pull back - I need that last inch to breathe enough to come.

And I do.

We’re on a curving country road now. I look up just enough to sort of see the dashboard, and I know where we are. I glance around for deer, push my hair out of my mouth and get back to the business at - or rather in - hand. He’s closer now, I can feel it. His cock always tightens and flexes, then expands… like the come is pumping through his cock, ready to shoot out. It’s a hot image and I know I’m going to come again and oh damn his hand is down my jeans and his finger just pushed into my ass and I’m moaning and I pick up my pace. There’s saliva dripping down from the corner of my mouth. His hips are bucking, fucking my mouth while I hold my head in place, fierce motion with just a few inches of room to maneuver and all that pent-up energy is going to be down my throat in a moment. The seat is squeaking and I find that the hottest thing in the world just then, that he’s completely uninhibited and thrusting up into my lips and holding steady on the road just the same.

His cockhead is popping in and out of my mouth and it’s making that wet suction sound that he just goes crazy for and I love the way it feels. Wet and sloppy and satisfying.

Oh, and I’m coming around his cock, moaning and pressing my ass back into his hand. I move my hand to my clit, then back to his cock because I don’t need it. Just the action right in front of me and his voice saying those words. I want to taste him, I want to feel him come in my mouth.

“Tighten up those lips, tighten up on that cock, sink down on it, I’m going to come…”

Thick and sticky and pumping over my tongue. I dart it out so I don’t miss a single drop. He’s got a big toothy shit-eating grin and I’m taking my sweet time cleaning up as always. I’m addicted to this whole scenario.

“That’s what I was craving tonight… your cock in my throat, your finger in my ass, and that smile on your face.”

Ever the gentleman, he even said thank you.

Yeah, I could get used to this. Happy anniversary babe.

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I got this message on my Yahoo! 360° page from an older man with a nice chest:

Hmmmm if it is all about the tease….tease me

Now if I were devious, I’d have written back a one-liner; maybe:

Consider yourself teased.

Or if I was in the mood for subtlety,

Okay

followed by… nothing.

I am devious but I took it a step farther.

Private response? No. Too intimate - and I’d miss the opportunity to make all the other guys jealous. After all I am there to promote myself as well as chat. I’m a flirt, but I’m also a capitalist.

Tease you? Ha - I would, but I was about to log off and take a long shower. After that I’ve got a new pink satin slip to try on… too bad you can’t see it.

It’s short and sweet and oh-so-silky and I’m taking new slip pictures this week. I’d have done it sooner but I was having corset sex, and that’s pretty high on my list of priorities.

So you’ll get to see it. And so will Shirtless Guy, if he finds my blog link.

A holiday dedicated to fine chocolate, lacy lingerie, and hours of sex? Consider me game.

I’ve got no time for the bitterness and anti-commercialism, the trite anti-Valentine’s Day backlash that’s finally becoming passé. Holidays are special. If we don’t mark the seasons and celebrate special days, then they all start to blur together. They’re supposed to be a chance to shine, to enjoy an unordinary day.

(Personally I don’t wait for holidays to have unordinary days, but it’s always fun to have an excuse.)

This day is about affection, passion, love, romance (which is the glamour surrounding love and not the thing itself), wild monkey sex, and sensuality. Thank you all for sharing the ride with me. Enjoy your day of hedonism.

Of course, I bought new lingerie. Of course, I want to show it off. Tomorrow’s HNT… you’ll be back, right?

Happy Valentine’s Day.

P.S. - My lover’s working tonight, but I feel like playing. If you want to keep me company tonight, my number’s listed… 1-800-TO-FLIRT extension 01621402, or you can find me right here.

The best of this weeks blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #66? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the linklist within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Motel Meeting (http://lafillemariee.blogspot.com)
“As always though, coming together for us meant first holding, then kissing, groping, stroking, and suddenly, there we were, as always, naked, lying together, limbs intertwined on DG’s bed under the cozy, thick white duvet.”

My breasts are not safe for work - welcome to the pink ghetto (http://lustylady.blogspot.com)
“I love to find out things about people’s sex lives and thinking about sex that make me see them, and the topic at hand, in a new light, and often I learn about myself that way.”

Richard Evans Lee (http://www.sex-kitten.net)
“An increase in sexual empathy. Being able to put yourself in the other person’s heart would curb everything from infidelity to homophobia.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sexual Chocolate (http://sugarbank.com)

Editor’s Choice
Midnight Conversations at the Tick Tock Diner (http://perverselypoly.blogspot.com)

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French Maid Upskirt pic courtesy of Upskirtr.

Earlier this week fellow Masturbatrix Ally of CockControl and I sat down to discuss the different flavors of tease and denial, why we love the wankers, and the big question: as a sensual phone domme rather than a vanilla phone sex operator, do I masturbate on calls?

You can read my interview, and the others, here.

Ally’s previously interviewed several lights in the masturbation community on topics ranging from guided masturbation to stroking techniques. She’s a gem and you’d be remiss not to check out her newest (and recently Fleshbotted!) site.

If you’re just finding me from the interview, welcome to my blog. You might be especially interested in my tease and denial erotica, personal masturbation experiences, or phone sex blog posts.

Interested in something more than words? Listen to my stocking tease mp3, view my topless nylon tease video clip, or call me live on Niteflirt for something more personal. If you tell me where you found me when you call, you’ll get a surprise.