He Kept Begging Me so I Ruined His Orgasm


This may sound bad, but I assure you, I ruined his orgasm because he 100% deserved it! I’m woman like any other. I like a good party, a good wine and a good man. I’ve had a lot of all of that in my life. I consider myself a pretty happy woman with a nice personality.

Until I met him. He was just one more guy in my circle of friends. I met him through a mutual friend. She had wanted us to meet for a while, but the stars had not been aligned right until that fateful Christmas party. He was handsome and had a really good job which fulfilled my two basic dating prerequisites. He was funny and interesting to talk to.

By the end of the evening, we had exchanged phone numbers and he had promised to call me by the end of the week. I thought little of our meeting because I was focused on a big project a work that I was expected to lead to completion in the coming days.


Asking Me Out


As it turned out my new friend called the following Wednesday, soon after I got home from work. I had run a few errands so it was after 7PM and I was tired and hungry and really not in the mood for small talk. I wasn’t in the mood to be the coy female most men wanted. After a few short sentences, he got up the courage to ask me out for a date the following Saturday night.

I accepted, mostly just because I wanted to get off the phone and take a long, hot bath. I apologized for being short with him after he asked me if he was interrupting something. I explained that I had had a long day at work and I was just tired. I told him that I was looking forward to seeing him Saturday and promised that I would be more talkative them.

It grated on my nerves to feel like I had to say this to a man. Why do women always feel they have to apologize for not being in the perfect mood to deal with men? But like most women in that situation, I bit the bullet and said nothing to him about my frustration.

The week went by quickly because of all the chaos at work. Before I knew it, it was Saturday afternoon and I had to get ready for my date. He had said something about taking me to a nice restaurant, so I knew that jeans and sweater weren’t going to cut it. I decided to wear my favorite work suit sans the pants. Instead, I wore a tiny mini skirt and tights to keep the chill off my legs.

Lastly, I pulled on a pair of black boots with block heels. I left my long brown hair down and wore minimal make up. It was a first date, so sex was out of the question, or so I thought, so I didn’t do any of the things women do when they know it’s a sex date.


His Fault I Ruined His Orgasm


He picked me up and we went to one of the best restaurants in the city. I enjoyed the food and the company. I liked his company and thought that he might have serious dating potential. I was beginning to think this might actually go somewhere. He started dropping subtle hints as soon as we got back in his car. He asked if I wanted to go back to his house for a drink.

I’ve been around the block a few times and I know where this conversation is leading. While I am no prude, I do not like it when guys assume that I will have sex with them because they bought me dinner. I made it abundantly clear that it wasn’t going to happen for him tonight.

I didn’t say that it would never happen, just not tonight. But he kept trying to push the subject. Finally, I got tired of him begging me to sleep with him and told him to pull over. I knew the area well enough to know that I wasn’t far from my house. It was a secluded area though.

When he had stopped the car, I told him to take his cock out and stroke for me while I watched. His eyes widened and he got excited. He fumbled a little with his fly, so I helped him. I watched as he started stroking. His cock got hard really fast. He was watching me through half closed lids and stroking faster.

Right as he was about to cum, I reached over and honked the horn and ruined his orgasm. It was very loud in the silence of the car. I honked the horn for several seconds then stopped and looked at his shocked, white face. He looked scared and totally out of the mood. He still had his cock in his hand. “I hate men who beg for sex,” I said and left him there by the side of the road and walked home.


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