Stroke. No cum.
I know I haven't written or uploaded anything in a while. It's late at night, and I was just really feeling like making something. I might, low to no pressure, do some more like this, branch out into different fetishes than I have in the past. I think I've gained quite the pallet in recent years, so maybe I'll come up with some more fun flash erotica to post.
Stroke. No cum.
"Keep stroking sweetheart... Keep stroking..."
Daddy's hands are wrapped around my chest, and I can feel their weight as I breath deeply of his natural scent. The room is gone, melted away from my senses. It was just the large black panther and I, his small bat, sat atop the bed as he cooed over me, and enveloped me with his size and warmth.
"Keep stroking... No cumming, just stroking."
I flinch at his command, my chest fluttering as I continued to stroke wave after wave of pleasure out of myself, lost to it. I can't cum. I would be letting daddy down if I did. I'm on the precipice of finishing, the edge of orgasm, all at his command.
"You're doing so well." He whispers into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "You're such a good girl." His whiskers tickle as he kisses my cheek, his sharp teeth grazing my fur.
I continue to stroke, on this edge, daddy's paws running between my thighs, over my stomach, his fingers finding my nipples for gentle tugs and his claws running gently over the flesh of my inner legs. I breath in sharply, these sensations are so much, too much for me. My dick pulses in my hands, making me strain back as I try my hardest to be good for daddy, to be the good girl he's telling me I am.
I let go of my cock, while I try to catch my breath so I can continue to hold back the edging tide; my eyes shut, leaned back hard against daddy's chest, feeling his breath on my neck and the way he takes gentle nips at my skin.
"Oh, sweetheart." He plants a kiss behind my ear, and his paw lands gently on the back of my hand, guiding it back to my cock. His fingers line up with my own and he uses my hand to hold my small member. "Keep stroking," He says, moving my hand up, and then down. "No cumming, just stroking."
I can do nothing but my close my eyes, and my toes curl as my free hand finds purchase in his own free hand. He holds my hand to my chest, holding me to his chest. My hips are grinding my ass into the bed and my back into his own cock.
"D..." I manage to croak out, "Daddy..." The word stutters from my lips, I'm doing everything I can to hold it in.
"You're so pretty right now." Was all daddy responds. "My pretty girl, on edge, no cumming, leaking like a faucet." It was true, there was a wetness about my crotch and hand as if daddy had upended lube there, but it is my own wetness. My own desires at orgasm leaking out.
"Please... Daddy," The words come out breathy, strained. My feet paws dig into the sheets of the bed, so close to losing it. His hands puppet mine, one on my cock, tugging pleasure out that is breaking my mind, and the other pulls my hand from my chest, his fingers again overlay with mine and brings both of our index and middle fingers to my lips. "I can't," is what I try to say while our fingers plunge into my mouth, the words lost. I gag on those fingers before finding purpose in sucking them gently. I taste my own fur and skin intermingle with daddy's salt and musk of his hands.
"So pretty," He whispers into my ear, and squeezes my hand on my cock, squeezing more pleasure from my hard member. "So talented. So good at not cumming, and stroking for daddy."
I move my tongue over our fingers. There must me a break soon? Daddy must know I can't keep this up? I can't keep holding it back. The pressure is rising exponentially. I stroke, no longer guided by his hand, I don't know where it's gone, but I continue to stroke myself like a good girl, stroke myself at daddy's orders.
He pulls my hand from my mouth, and lays his wet digits on my stomach. I feel free to moan, so I do, I release a low feminine moan and clutch daddy's thigh with my free hand. His other hand grips the back of my head, and he turns my head to face his, his whiskers nuzzle my flat bat nose. "Keep stroking sweetheart, you'd doing so good." He says, his lips finding mine and his rough tongue parts between them to stroke the inside of my mouth.
Amid his kiss, I can't enjoy it, I can't think, it's about to happen, I'm about to burst, and fire cum all over us and the bed. All over the new sheets daddy doesn't want stained. He breaks the kiss, and quietly says, "Stop."
The word doesn't register immediately. I stroke, and then again, and then let go at last.
He tilts me onto my side so that he's spooning me, and I fall into his warm comforting frame. "You're so good at this... Such a good girl, stroking but not cumming for daddy." I couldn't even begin to fathom how long we had been at it. He kisses the top of my head, and playfully nips at my ears.
"In thirty minutes you'll stroke again. No cumming."