Virgin Cockblocked by Fear

Transcript

The following may or may not be based on true stories of how I used to sniff out, pick up and tease virgins in public scenarios, namely casinos. So easy to find the odd one out in a group of confident men when there's one who's just a little more enamored with you, a little more fascinated by your femininity, a little more coy, shy, almost as if he's inevitably placing himself in the friend zone. Anyway, enjoy.

I want you to imagine that we're sat at a roulette table. We've been playing for at least an hour, chatting, drinking, laughing. Your friends left some time ago but you wanted to stay, stay to spend a little more time in the presence of this intoxicating woman.

You notice how every part of me seems flawless, from the shininess of my lips to the way my tight little Vegas dress hugs my curves, shows off my cleavage in a way that is a little bit slutty yet still classy somehow. You notice my perfectly manicured fingers playing with the chips and you can't help but let your mind wander and think about them playing with the head of your cock like that. You feel it stiffen and you have to rearrange yourself in your seat.

You're just so fascinated by my confidence, by the bright beam of my smile, by how I seem to be making money effortlessly. We're chatting now about our respective hotel rooms and of course I'm in a better one than you. It seems like every part of me is superior to you and rather than being intimidated by that like your friends might be, you're a little bit turned on by it.

You've always been drawn to confident women but it's not hard to find a woman who's more confident than you given that you are a virgin. I seem to want to be wrapping things up now having milked this casino of thousands of dollars like you wish I would milk your cock. Wait, why is your brain just darting to these places? You've got to stop, especially if you're standing any chance of standing up anytime soon.

That erection is really stiffening now but I'm inviting you to come and see my hotel room, to visit this suite, get a little glimpse of how the other half live. So you compose yourself, make some excuses, allow yourself to settle down and follow me into the elevator. Inside you can't help but think about how glossy my hair is, how perfect my legs look and my heels and allow your mind to fill with the scent of my sweet perfume.

Truthfully you can't even tell if I'm wearing any or if my pheromones are just intoxicating to that extent. Either way this heady mixture has you buzzing and you're actually feeling a little more confident than usual. You don't want to get ahead of yourself, shy little virgin that you are, but am I flirting with you? I've been flicking my hair a lot, licking my lips.

Is this just what women are like and you're just so untuned? You don't know, you're not sure, but you can't help but start to get excited again. There's that blood rushing down between your legs as you watch my cleavage just slightly bounce with every step I take.

My heels just clicking and echoing in your mind down the hallway. I slide my key into the door and your mind is turning to sexual thoughts again, of you sliding your cock into my mouth, into my pussy. Why are you so horny? Oh that's right, it's because you've never been laid.

I don't seem to mind or even really notice. Maybe I do want this, maybe I did bring you up here to fuck you. We look around my room and you're suitably impressed, but obviously distracted.

Distracted by the thought of having to keep that raging boner hidden and distracted by my beauty, by the way that I'm just drawing you in, by how sensual and effortless everything feels yet painfully nervous at the same time. I'm getting closer to you now, you can smell me deep, you can smell my perfume, my deodorant, my lip gloss and soon our eyes are locked, my tits are pressed up against your chest, you can feel my body's warmth, my little pussy and my little mini dress is just inches from your cock and our lips touch. God, they're so fucking soft.

You don't think about the fact that this is actually your first kiss. You feel like you're doing it a little sloppily, you're starting to get nervous. I'm sliding my tongue in your mouth but there's no real rhythm, your teeth are against my lips and I pull back and giggle kind of awkwardly.

You feel your erections start to fade because you're just so concerned that you're doing it all wrong. You're so concerned that I'll be able to tell that you're a virgin, a kissless, sexless virgin. Your cock is betraying you in this moment, just seconds before it was raging stiff, flying high and now it's all meek, it's all shy, it's all limp.

Oh, you're all up in your head and you're getting more and more frustrated because you're here in front of this beautiful woman who's now dropping to her knees. Oh my god, she just looks so beautiful down there, don't I? As you stare down and you can see my cleavage deeper, oh fuck, and my lips are looking up at you and those perfectly manicured hands that you wish were touching your cock just an hour previously are now unbuckling your pants.

They're reaching for it and you're painfully aware that there's nothing in there, that you're flying at half mast at best. God, why are you so nervous? Why do you have to think about these things? Why do you have to think about the fact that you don't know how to fuck? Oh, why are you so worried that if you got hard you'd come in my mouth within 30 seconds? Why are you thinking about the fact that you've jerked off to virgin humiliation porn before? Why are you thinking about all those women you stroke to on the internet when there's a hot one right in front of you?

Oh my god, your brain is really wrecking things for you right now and I'm just giggling. You're just looking down at me and I'm just giggling. Do I know? Am I gonna be okay with this? Maybe, maybe I'll put you in my mouth soft and suck you to an erection.

No, you never see that in porn, do you? Uh-uh. The women always pull out that cock and it's always bouncing stiff.

Oh god, all the porn you watch, they're always so surprised by how big it is and you're average at best. What the fuck are you even doing here with me? You're a virgin and I look like I could get any guy in the room.

Oh, you can't get out of your head now. I unzip your pants, I pull out your flaccid cock and I tell you, that's what I thought. You're so confused.

What do I mean? That's insulting. That's what I thought and I explained to you that I knew you were a virgin from within seconds of meeting you and that I have a fetish, a kink for teasing inexperienced men like you.

Call me a succubus if you will, but I get some kind of sadistic pleasure from tormenting you like this, from bringing you so close to what you could have and then just snatching it away. I explain that sometimes that happens just like this, with your limp cock betraying you, all up in your socially inept head, unable to get hard for your fantasy woman. And sometimes it happens by making you cum in your pants before anything's even had a chance to begin.

Either way, I enjoy the pain in your face right now. I enjoy the psychological humiliation that you are experiencing so viscerally. I enjoy knowing that those balls are full and that you knew if you were just a real man, you could be emptying them inside me, over my pussy, over these big tits, over this face.

But you're not. You're a virgin. And I stroke your cock.

I pet it patronizingly. I stroke your thighs and then I stand up to kiss you softly, in the way a relative might kiss you, patronizingly again, and stroke the side of your face. I pat your head and I call you a good little virgin.

And I tell you that you're so sweet. And I tell you that you're gonna be so disappointed in yourself. And then I tell you that it's getting late and I'm tired and that if we're not gonna fuck, then I need you to leave.

And you're just willing your cock to do something for you, anything. Just twitch, just start to leak, but no. All you can think about is the fact that you'd never be able to fuck me the way I deserve.

All you can think about is the fact that you don't even really know what you're doing with a woman like me. You don't know how to touch me. Am I gonna expect you to put your fingers inside of me? Do you need to go down between my legs and lick me? For how long? How? No, you better leave.

I'm right. You have no place here. You don't deserve to be here.

So you zip your pants back up, sad and dejected, sexually rejected, but not through any fault of my own. All yours, which kind of makes it worse. And as I giggle and you close the door behind you, walking out into that lonely hallway, you find that your dick is stiff again.

Do you have a fetish for being rejected? Have you conditioned yourself to love the failure so much that this is the only thing you can get hard for now? There's no going back.

You can't exactly knock on my door and tell me, okay, I'm hard now, let's fuck. That's not certainly how it works, is it? No.

You just scurry your sorry little boner into the elevator down to your room and start to furiously jerk when you get inside. You're thinking about everything you could have had. My freshly shaven, smooth, pink, tight little pussy.

My wet lips wrapped around you. A blissful, intoxicating orgasm sprayed all over the hottest woman you've ever seen. And as you think about that, you come in less than a minute, just like I said you might, but you couldn't even do it in front of me.

And somehow this experience has reconditioned you more than hours of virgin humiliation porn ever did, solidifying in your mind that this isn't a fantasy, but your reality. And weirdly, you're kind of okay with that, aren't you? Virgin.