Free

I was stroking myself, ashamed that I couldn't stop, ashamed how helpless I felt, ashamed she knew my weaknesses, toyed with them.

"You wish it was still yours, don't you?" she asked me, "you wish I still let you inside me, don't you?"

"Y...yes," I mumbled, trying to slow down, succeeding, but unable to stop.

"You regret it, don't you? Your pussy free pledge."

"Pease," I begged.

"You can look, but you can't touch..."

"Please," I begged again, speeding up, wanting to stop, stroking faster.

"Say it..."

"Please..."

"Say it," she smiled, pulling her panties tight.

"Please..."

"Say it," she said, "go on..."

"I'm Amanda's pussy free slave," I said, face red, stroking.

"Again," she encouraged me.

"I'm Amanda's pussy free slave," I said again.

"If you can stop, right now," she said, "I'll let you kiss it...through my panties."

"Amanda," I groaned, stroking faster.

"Stop and you can kiss it and...oh...oh...too late..."

She grinned as I squirted all over, grinned as I fell over the edge, unable, unwilling to stop. "Such a good pussy free boy," she said, "so, so good."