Chapter 38: Screaming for what’s denied
Tom drove for another thirty minutes before the unfinished task began to weigh on him properly.
The System had gone quiet, which was somehow worse than its usual commentary.
"Okay, it’s time to stop checking the town." He mumbled to himself then
he turned back toward the house.
He parked the Mercedes, and went straight upstairs. He locked his bedroom door, exhaled once, and pulled his clothes off without ceremony. Just thinking of the task and how he would do it well had him already half-hard, he stepped in front of the full-length mirror.
[Finally. Host is ready to do what matters.] The system chimed in. Tom huffed.
"Testing out the car also mattered if you’d ask me." Tom replied with a nonchalant shrug.
[If you insist.] [Now, get down to business, host. I can’t wait to see you in action. Twelve minutes. I want to hear you talk about Stella like the filthy bastard I’m turning you into. No cumming.] The system said.
"Of course you can’t wait to see me in action." Tom chuckled dryly.
Tom wrapped his hand around his cock, and began stroking. He started slowly while keeping his eyes on his reflection.
Tom knew what the system expected and he had decided he wasn’t going to go below the standard. The flirty words he had learnt from the flirty skill book were somewhere very close in his brain for his mind to reach.
He opened his mouth and began;
"Stella’s got a greedy fucking cunt," voice came out too sharp, rehearsed but he caught it before the system would pick that.
He cleared his throat and his voice came out lower now, as it should;
"The way it swallowed my cock... hot, tight, and dripping wet. She sat on me and took every thick inch like she was starving for it. Her pussy was squeezing me so hard it felt like it was trying to suck the cum straight out of my balls."
His hand moved steadily. Blood filled his cock until it stood stiff and heavy.
"Those perky breasts of hers were made to be sucked and slapped. The dark nipples got so hard in my mouth that I thought they were something else... Something chewable. She moaned like a whore when I used my teeth on them. High-class actress, engaged to a senator, but she pushed her chest forward and let me suck her nipples raw like she needed it."
Pleasure gathered fast. He felt the edge approaching and slowed his hand, breathing hard through his nose until the peak faded.
[One. Dirtier.] The system chimed.
Tom started stroking again, faster.
"She came all over my fingers like a slut. Her cunt was squirting down my hand and she still kept grinding. Then she climbed on my cock and rode me like she hadn’t been fucked properly in years. Bounce, bounce, bounce -her breasts jumping, ass slapping down against my hips, that wet pussy making filthy sounds every time she dropped on me."
The second edge hit harder. His thighs tensed. He forced his hand to stop and squeezed the base of his cock, his jaw clenched, a thick bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip.
[Two. Keep going. Don’t clean it up.]
"I filled her cunt with cum," Tom muttered, staring at his flushed reflection. "Pumped it so deep she must’ve felt it in her stomach. And she sat there taking it, moaning, her pussy twitching around me like it wanted more. She walked out of my room with my cum leaking out of her and still tried to act proud."
He started stroking again. The pleasure was sharper now, more sensitive.
As if the system knew Tom was running out of direction to take his flirty words, it chimed in;
[What do you plan to do to her next time, Host?]
Tom panted with relief and pleasure at the same time. The words weren’t just words anymore, he could slowly picture words shaping into reality...
"Next time I’m going to bend that expensive actress over and fuck her face-down into the mattress. I’m going to grab her hair and rail her cunt until she’s drooling and begging. I want to hear her voice break. I want her to squirt all over my cock while I’m breeding her. I want her to leave with her pussy stretched and full so she remembers exactly who fucked her."
The third edge rushed up violently. Tom’s hips jerked. He released his cock completely and stood there shaking, his muscles tight, the urge to cum pulsing through him in heavy waves. Sweat slid down his temple. His cock throbbed in the air, dark and leaking.
[Three. Seven minutes left. Don’t you dare finish.]
Tom took himself back in hand with a frustrated sound. Every stroke felt too good now.
"Her cunt is addictive," he growled at his reflection. "Soft, wet, and greedy. The way it gripped me when she came... fuck. I want to wake up with my face between her legs. I want to tongue-fuck that pussy until she screams and then shove my cock in while she’s still shaking. I want her to taste herself on my mouth when I kiss her."
He edged a fourth time, harder than the previous ones. His free hand slapped against the wall for support. He stopped stroking and just squeezed, breathing harshly through his teeth, denying the orgasm that was trying to rip through him.
The remaining minutes turned into a haze of filthy words and forced restraint. He talked about fucking Stella’s throat, about making her ride him until her thighs burned, about cumming inside her so many times it would leak out of her for hours. He described how he wanted to keep her naked and dripping in his bed while she still wore the senator’s ring. Each edge left his cock more sensitive, his legs less steady, his voice rougher.
When the System finally spoke, Tom was trembling.
[Time. Twelve minutes. Stop.]
Tom’s hand froze. He stood in front of the mirror, his chest heaving, his forehead nearly touching the glass, his cock swollen and dripping with denied release. Every heartbeat made it twitch.
[Two of the daily tasks fully completed,] the System said, sounding openly satisfied. [You actually did it. Filthy mouth, controlled hand. I’m proud of you, Host.]
Tom couldn’t answer. He stayed braced against the wall, riding out the deep, aching need that had nowhere to go.
Fine, he had finished the task but his body was screaming for the orgasm he had refused it.