The Quean of Wales

Then she slapped me. 

I was shocked. It wasn’t hard but I snapped out of the orgasm chasing edging haze I was in and looked at her. She looked right back, enquiring again. I nodded again. 

She slapped me again, harder. I opened my mouth and gasped in shock, then she spat in my face, some went into my mouth, most added to the mess already covering my face. I was panting and heaving and then she slapped my breasts, one at a time, with each hand. Much harder than she slapped my face. I yelped but I didn’t move. My head was swaying, I was almost overcome with sensation and I thought I was going to squirt again. 

“Look at the state of you... What kind of a woman lets this this happen to her? I’ve worn your husband out, look, he’s just lying on the bed now, and you’re still on your knees, still orgasm free, still with your fingers in your cunt, disgusting mess all over your face. It’s no wonder he wanted me and not you, is it?” She was being really mean and it was having a serious affect on me.  

I didn’t like it, but the chemicals raging through me were making something very odd happen, and I was crying as I edged myself, snivelling, tears and nose running, spit and cum adding to it all, my skin stinging and yet I could feel an orgasm approaching for the first time. I fucked myself harder and faster...it was hard to find but it was there, I knew it was, I just needed a little more... 

In the back of my mind I could hear buzzing, but I didn’t pay much attention, all my energy was being directed between my legs and I fucked myself harder and faster, rubbed harder and faster and I could feel it building and building, it was so close “I’m gonna cum I’m going to fucking cum! ” I uttered in joyful surprise, I really was! 

“No you’re not babe, not like that!”  

“Here”; she crouched, moved my hands out of the way, my fingers leaving my pussy felt desperately empty, and shoved the wand between my legs, it was already wet where I presume she’d been using it on herself, and the sudden change of pace, empty pussy and serious vibrations on my clit caused me to squeal out loud... it also caused a huge wave to rush over me again, my whole body shuddered and exhaled deeply with a moan... 

And the orgasm left me, carried out of reach by the wave. “nooooo” I let out a petty, pathetic little noise, like I’d been abandoned. Clarity for a moment.  

I don’t think I’d ever been vibed into clarity before. 

“Oh no, did it kill your orgasm?” CJ giggled, I moaned in the affirmative “I didn’t mean it to, I wanted you to have it!” 

“I’m sorry babe. But you did say you were a denial slut earlier.... so orgasm denied!”  

She was so pleased with herself. She took the wand away from me “Now come over here. Stay on your knees.” She stood and made me drink some water before she went to sit on the chair she had put me in earlier, the towel was still there, soaked through. I thought she was going to move it, but she just sat in it, wriggling her bum like she enjoyed sitting in the mess I made earlier.  I crawled to follow, glancing at the bed as I did, Paul was lying on his back, possibly asleep after his exertions. How on earth did men do that?