As Ghita sat down on my left and traced her long finger-nails over the wet stain that extended down my thigh, she said "Oh, I see you've gotten the poor thing quite hot already..." [ Note: This story is protected by copyright, 1998, by the author, and cannot be used for any commercial purpose without his prior consent. It may however be freely used for non-commercial distribution or archiving, but please email the author at philip_60@hotmail.com to notify him of any such repost] I never thought this would happen, but I met her again. At the same night-club, sitting at the same table. Her outfit was different from the first time, but at least as provocative. Her white see-through halter top did everything to emphasize her voluptuous breasts, and you could clearly see the darker area around her tits as they jutted through the tight fabric. Her white satin shorts were so skimpy that they barely seemed to cover her buttocks, although her seated position didn't let me know for sure. But they sure rode extremely high over her upper thighs, exposing the better part of her hips, and clung to her pussy like a second skin. As I looked more intently, I could almost see the shadow of her blonde bush showing through the material. Her complete lack of underwear was more than obvious. Together with her thigh-high black leather spiked-heel boots, she was really dressed to arouse every guy that happened to look at her. And I was no exception as I couldn't help a raging hard-on from developping at the sight. I watched as she stood up and went to the dance-floor, gasping at the way her skimpy satin shorts exposed her firm ass. As she danced, she was letting the guys brush against her, frequently stealing glances at their crotch as if to check the effect she had on them. At one point, some guy even got so bold as to hold her by the hips and grind his crotch against her ass. Not only did that vicious little bitch let him do that, but she even returned the rubbing by gyrating her buttocks against him. Then she suddenly withdrew, and as the guy seemingly tried to talk her into going with him, the little teaser looked him up and down and answered something that made him spitefully turn away . When she went back to sit at her table, I almost creamed my pants as the sexy bitch bent over in such a way that you could see her blonde pubic hair peeking through the seams of her clingy shorts. She sat down and looked around, seemingly making sure her little show hadn't gone unnoticed. As I felt her gaze focus on my bulging crotch, I could do nothing to hide the tremendous outline my erect cock was making down my thigh through the thin material of my tight pants. She licked her lips and looked up to meet my eyes, flashing a viciously sexy smile as she appeared to recognize me. Despite the humiliation and frustration she had me endure at our last encounter, I couldn't help feeling an overwhelming attraction as my arousal reached new heights that had me lose any common sense and filled me with an irresistible urge to walk over to her table. I was like spell-bound as she motioned me to sit next to her and started asking me : "Hi, Philip. So how did you enjoy my little tease last time ? Don't you think that was fun ?" She put her hand on my upper thigh and started running the tip of her long fingernails over it, sending ripples through the fabric that I could feel echo over my dangerously close erection, causing it to throb from the sensation. She said : "I see you still like wearing those tight sexy pants. Hope they don't get you into trouble this time. You know, you need a lot of self-control, wearing such thin and light pants and no underwear. Oh yes, it's quite obvious you don't wear anything underneath, you know, just look at the way the head of your cock shows through the fabric ...". With that she grabbed the head of my cock and started squeezing it between her fingers in a way that had me feel as if I would come right then and there. But she withdrew her fingers after giving it a tighter squeeze, and resumed massaging my thigh as I couldn't help a generous amount of precum from dripping through the material of my pants. She noticed that right away and let her fingernails run over the wet spot as she said: "See ! You're already leaking ! Am I arousing you that much ? You know, it's like that guy on the dance-floor. He was getting really hot as I was grinding my ass onto his crotch. I could hear his breath getting heavier and shorter, and I guess I could have dry-humped him like that until having him come in his pants. Mind you, that's probably exactly what the little bastard was hoping. He really thought he was about to make his way into my shorts, if you see what I mean. But he was not my kind, you know, all so much enclosed in his baggy pants and underwear that I couldn't even see how aroused I was getting him. No, I prefer sexy guys like you, they're so much more fun to play with !". Her fingernails had moved to the head of my cock and started raking on its underside, making it twitch at the sensation. She closed her fingers over my knob and started deftly massaging it through the thin material of my pants until I felt on the point of near eruption. She then gave it a tight squeeze that was enough to have my urge somehow subside, and resumed raking her long polished nails on the now hyper-sensitive underside of my cock, sending electric shivers throughout my body. As she licked her lips at the growing wet spot she had created, she went on talking : "You know, I've always enjoyed teasing guys. I guess it all started when I was 18. I loved to let them dry-hump against me until I felt they were on the edge. I could feel them getting all tense, their cock throbbing against me. I knew the selfish bastards were just about ready to cream their pants. I chose that moment to push them away and tell them they were getting me too hot. Then I'd come home and masturbate and that gave me terrific orgasms just to think how aroused I'd gotten them. On one occasion, I had a date with a guy who liked wearing very tight jeans. His cock and balls were always bulging through the material, and It really aroused me to see how hard he got everytime I smiled at him. I decided to give him the whole show, and didn't put any piece of underwear under my see-through blouse and mini-skirt . He managed to get me into his room, and as we sat down there, I teased him right to the limit, rubbing his hard-on through his jeans as we kissed, and letting him feel me up my thighs so he knew I didn't have any panties. You know, I'd just remove my hand everytime I felt his cock start throbbing. At one point, I even talked him into licking me to an orgasm, and he got really wild as I resumed massaging his cock after that. I soon had him right on the edge, all ready to explode. I could actually feel the wetness of his precum leaking through his jeans at the tip of his cock, and I really loved that. Then I started playing with the fly of his 501's, sliding my fingers between the buttons to encounter his naked skin. That's when I realized he didn't wear anything underneath either. Now, I knew why his cock was showing so clearly through his jeans, and how it made it so easy to feel his precum. And I was even more aroused to think how vulnerable his lack of protection made him. My fingers were circling around the base of his naked cock and fondling his balls, right until I could see his cock get so hard that it looked as it would break through the confining material of his jeans. I removed my fingers from his fly, heading them straight onto the jutting outline of the head of his cock, and started squeezing it through the fabric. I could really see his eyes get cloudy and feel his cock throbbing between my fingers. That's when I decided to remove my hand and look at my watch, telling him I really had to get back home now. I left him all with blue balls, and I couldn't believe how terrific were my orgasms as I masturbated later that night." As she talked, the little cock teaser kept deftly playing with the head of my cock until I felt on the brink of spurting a hot load of come through my pants. Then she gave it another tight squeeze and went on with her story : "After that, I really started looking for guys whose lack of underwear made them easy to tease. I soon knew how to tell just by looking at the bulge in their jeans and seeing how the outline of their cock would show through. One day, I was with one such guy at the movies, and we soon were heavy petting each other up and down. I heard his breath stopping when his hand went up my thigh and reached my pussy, realizing I didn't wear any panties under my mini-skirt. So I just grabbed his cock through his jeans and stated masturbating him as he rubbed me to orgasm. But just as I felt his cock throbbing from the approaching burst of ejaculation, he removed my hand and told me to take care of not getting him so hot. That's when I knew he was afraid of creaming his jeans and be left in an embarassing situation. So I decided to let the tease go even beyond what I'd already done. I resumed masturbating him, slowly massaging the head of his cock until he was almost ready to burst, and managed removing my hand just before he would stop me. That was my way of letting him relax and feel I was in control. I kept doing this a number of times, driving him to the edge and stopping short, until I could hear his breath get heavier and heavier. That's when I actually unzipped his fly, took out his hard-on, and went on jerking him off with my silk handkerchief. Now he had no reason to be reluctant, and he didn't try to stop me as I led him over the edge and felt his cock ready to spurt inside my hand. That's the precise moment I chose to stop my strokes and stuff his cock back inside his jeans. He was really crazy, and as he asked me why I'd stopped, I told him I didn't want to mess my handkerchief ! Then I went on masturbating him through his jeans, stopping everytime I felt his cock throbbing, right until the movie was close to the end. As I kept massaging it, I could feel his cock twitching from the bursting need of relief, and when he tried to remove my hand, I purposedly resisted and kept on rubbing the head of his cock. That was really too much for him, and he started ejaculating right into his jeans between my fingers. I kept rubbing him, extracting every last drop of cum from his cock until I felt his jeans were completely soaked with it. The movie ended right after that, so he really had to go out and walk like that. He was red from embarassment, not knowing how to hide his condition as we walked, and I felt an exhilarating sense of power at having him led to such humiliation. It really aroused me above anything I had experienced, and the orgasms I had once back home were just overwhelming." As she told me how she'd made the guy cream his jeans, her deft ministrations on the head of my cock had gotten firmer, having me right on the verge of eruption. I really didn't care that much about messing my pants, as long as I could get some relief to my burning arousal, and I was hoping she would just do the same as she had done with that guy. But at the last possible moment, the vicious bitch applied a tight squeeze to the head of my cock, leaving me gasping from frustrated arousal, and with an ever more noticeable wet spot of precum surrounding the jutting head of my erection. She went on : "The next summer, I was at that seaside resort we used to go with my family. I often went to the beach with the son of some friends of my parents, who was just about my age. I loved watching how hard he'd get inside his tight swimming trunks every time I asked him to rub sun lotion over me. The little bastard would always try to rub up my thighs or over the side of my breasts, but I managed to turn over everytime he got too close. When we left the beach, I made sure he'd notice how I would remove my bikini and stay stark naked under my light summer dress. Although he was kind of shy, he once made a comment about that, asking me why I didn't wear any panties, and I just told him they made me itch. Then one day, he came wearing a pair of white summer jeans that were so tight and thin that you could see the color of his trunks showing through. I decided it was time to really tease him right to the edge. I let him rub the sun lotion up my inner thighs until the back of his hand was actually over my clit, and watched him out of the corner of my eyes as his hard-on seemed ready to burst through his trunks. As we went swimming, he took hold of me and started french-kissing me. His hands were all over me, rubbing me through my bikini until I climaxed. After a while, I started massaging his cock through his trunks as we kissed, and when I felt he was about ready to explode, I took it out and went on slowly jerking him off under the water until I could feel his hard-on twitch and throb inside my hand from his oncoming orgasm. I removed my hand at that critical moment, telling him I was starting to get cold and had better go back and dry in the sun. I let him stuff back his cock inside his trunks as he followed me back out of the water. I knew he used to refuse to go swimming when the hour got too close to leaving the beach, because he wanted his trunks to dry up before putting back his jeans over them. But this time he was so aroused from our heavy petting session in the water that he couldn't resist following me as I offered him to go for a last swim before we left. I didn't lose any time, taking out his cock and masturbating him to a raging hard-on as we kissed until he was on the brink of coming, and then telling him we'd better go back. As we got ready to leave, I managed to persuade him out of slipping back his jeans over his wet trunks, telling him he could catch a cold. I helped him cover up with my towel as he took off his trunks and slipped on his tight jeans over his still erect member. As I removed the towel, the effect was even beyond what I had expected. His hard cock was jutting down his thigh, so clearly outlined by the thin material of his jeans that I could see the veins showing through. I could even see the darker color of his pubic hair appear through the white fabric. His lack of underwear made him totally vulnerable, and I found that terribly a rousing. He seemed quite embarassed at having to expose himself like that, and was trying to find some way of hiding his predicament. But he didn't carry anything with him, and when he asked if he could borrow my towel, I asked him "Why ? Are you having a problem ?". He didn't know what to answer and didn't dare to insist. As we walked, my hand was holding his hip, moving it up and down in a way that caused the material of his jeans to keep rubbing over his erection, making sure his arousal stayed at fever pitch. I kept stealing glances at his crotch, and I could see his cock looked as it would burst through the thin fabric of his jeans. As we crossed the wooded area that led to town, he took a secluded path that he probably hoped would make it less likely for bycomers to notice his embarassment. It also gave him the opportunity to start getting bolder. As he slipped his hand under my short dress and felt my naked bum, his arousal grew even stronger. He pushed me against a tree and we started french-kissing. He had one hand on my bum. and the other was rubbing my clit. My fingers headed straight for his bulging knob, slowly massaging it through his jeans, while his rubbing led me to a terrific orgasm. As I went on masturbating him, I felt his cock start twitching. I knew he was on the edge. He suddenly broke our embrace and stepped backwards, asking me to be careful. As I looked at his crotch, I could see drops of precum leaking through the thin white fabric that covered the tip of his cock. My fingers went back to grab it as I asked him a naughty voice "Why ? Are you afraid of wetting your pants ?". My rubbing soon had him on the edge again, and he had to remove my hand. At that point, I unzipped his jeans, took his cock out and started slowly jerking him off until I felt it twitch from his oncoming orgasm. I stopped right at that moment, putting back his cock into his jeans as I told him it was too dangerous here and someone could see us. As I zipped up his fly, I held the buckle of his belt and started moving it up and down, making sure the fabric of his jeans would start rubbing down his thigh against his tightly enclosed hard-on, still throbbing from the nearness of orgasm. He tried to stop me, but it was too late. The rubbing was really too much for him, and he started gushing hot loads of sperm right into his jeans, completely soaking them down to his knee. I pressed my other hand over my clit as he came, and that was enough to give me an overwhelming orgasm. Right after that, I walked away, leaving him to deal with the wetness of his pants. He couldn't even change into his trunks, because I was carrying them in my bag !" The vicious bitch kept massaging my cock as she went on with her story, masturbating me through my pants in a way that constantly had me on the edge. But everytime I got too close, she'd squeeze the head of my cock between her expert fingers and leave it throbbing in wild expectation. "My next victim was a young shoe salesman. I was looking for high-heeled shoes to match the sexy blouse and mini-skirt I was wearing. He was alone in the shop, and I had to lick my lips as I saw the tightness of his thin white trousers. As he looked at the way my freely bouncing breasts were revealed by the see-through blouse, I could see the growing bulge at the front of his pants. I chose a pair of particularly sexy five-inches long spiked heels, and as he sat down on the stool to help me slip them on, I made sure my thighs were parted so he could really see I wore no panties. His cock jumped to full attention as he kept gazing up my legs, his hands slightly trembling as he slipped on the shoes. The outline of the head of his cock made his lack of underwear quite obvious to my knowing eyes, and I was getting really aroused at the thought of his helplessness. As I stood up to walk with the shoes, I stopped in front of a mirror and bent down as if to adjust them. My skirt inched up, fully displaying my naked bum to his lusty eyes. I observed him through the mirror as he reached for his aching cock and tried to adjust it to a more confortable position. Then I asked for those red spiked-heels that were even more sexy than the ones I'd just tried. You know that model, don't you, Philip ? That's precisely the ones I was wearing last time we met. But maybe you like my boots better ?" I gasped as she crossed her legs and rested the spiked tip of her high-heel on my inner thigh, nearly touching the head of my cock. The sole of her boot extended down to my knee, and started slowly rubbing up my thigh until her spiked heel reached my cock, proceeding to rake along its underside. The way her heel concentrated on the heart-shaped area at the head of my cock soon had me ready to burst. She obviously knew how sensitive that zone was and kept deftly stroking it, releasing the pressure each time at the last moment. Her expert teasing manipulations had me completely wild with arousal, and caused ever more generous amounts of precum to helplessly escape from my balls, only increasing the already obvious wetness of my pants. At times, she would let her strokes last just long enough to have my erection start desperately throbbing as she drove me just past the edge, and chose that moment to tightly squeeze the head of my cock under her sole until the alert was over. Everytime she did this, I could feel the warmness of my accumulated precum dribble against my thigh as it went leaking through the thin material of my pants. I could only hope her seemingly perfect timing would go astray and put an end to my unbearable need for relief. But the expert prick-teaser retained complete control over my arousal, continuing with her story as her spiked heel went on deftly torturing my cock through my pants, keeping me on the constant brink of ejaculation. "As soon as he had slipped the new shoes on my feet, I looked at his crotch and commented "Looks like a huge problem you've got there ! Maybe I could help ?". Before he had time to answer, I extended my right foot, enclosing his hard-on between the sole and the heel and started to masturbate him right through his pants. His lack of underwear made him completely vulnerable. I could see his eyes get cloudy and hear his breath get shorter, as he saw how I started fingering myself to orgasm below my skirt. I knew he was ripe, all ready to spurt his load of come. Seemingly worried about that, he suddenly pushed my foot away, and asked in a throaty voice if we could go to the storeroom. I answered "Why ? Don't you like the feel of my heel on your hard cock ?" as my foot pushed forward and resumed masturbating his throbbing member even more firmly. That was really too much for him. and he had to cling to his stool as I deliberately had him sperm his pants, grinding my sole against his cock until they were thoroughly soaked. Meanwhile, I kept fingering myself, getting another terrific orgasm as I saw the extent of his embarassment. I still wonder how he managed to go on with his work for the rest of the day, but anyway he let me go with both pair of shoes, asking if I could meet him later at closing time." "After that experience, I started realizing that despite their embarassment, the little bastards actually loved being masturbated by a sexy girl like me to the point of creaming their pants. But then they lost all interest, and I felt they didn't deserve even that selfish pleasure. That's about when I met Ghita. We were at a party, and I immediately noticed how she was really dressed to tease in her white micro-skirt. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs in a way that gave glimpses of her lack of panties to the guys staring at her. We started chatting and were quick to find out our common interest in cock-teasing the guys to the point of having them cream their pants. She was from India, and she told me she might show me some tricks from her country I probably didn't know about. Some guy who'd been staring at her little leg uncrossing game approached her, asking for a dance. He was already sporting a tremendous bulge down his thigh, and I could tell from the outline that he didn't wear anything under his tight jeans. Ghita blinked at me, prompting me to watch as she got up and followed him. She made every effort to arouse him as they danced close in front of each other, holding him by the hips and letting his hands wander over her scarcely covered bum. At one point, she raised her knee, pushing it forward into his crotch as she slowly grinded it against his cock and balls for a couple of seconds. She looked down at his bulge and started giggling as she licked her lips. Even from where I was, I could see the wet spot of precum showing through his jeans around the head of his rock-hard cock. The next song was a slow, and the horny guy didn't waste time, holding her tightly as his hands started exploring underneath her skirt. She responded by gyrating her pubis against the top of his thigh right over his erection, dry humping him on the dance-floor as her hands seized his buttocks and drew him even tighter against her. Then I saw her right hand slide between them right where her pubis had been grinding against his thigh. I could only guess what she was doing as the slow motion of her arm was barely noticeable. But watching closely, I could see his pants slightly moving up and down his thigh, and I pictured the action of her hand over his hard member that must have been causing that. His face was getting red with arousal and at several points I saw him close his eyes and cling to her as if losing his balance. But the biggest surprise was when they came back to sit beside me. The material of his jeans was completely soaked as it clung down his thigh over his raging hard-on. He really looked like he'd come into his pants, which seemed a natural consequence of her sexy rubbing. But the amazing thing was that instead of going limp as it had always occurred when I'd done that sort of thing to a guy, he was still hard as a rock and eager for more. He kept feeling her exposed legs as they sat, while her hand lingered over his upper thigh, periodically clutching it in a way that caused the fabric of his pants to rub over his erection. I could see his cock throbbing everytime she did that. We went to the toilets, and I immediately asked her how she'd managed to put him in such a state. She told me she had used what we call the squeeze technique in western countries, and how in India, women had mastered such techniques into incredibly efficient ways of controlling a man's arousal. It was just a matter of stimulating some special spots of their cock, applying the right pressure at the right moment. Rubbing certain areas could drive them to the brink of orgasm in a matter of seconds, while applying a strong pressure on other areas would prevent them from exploding while maintaining their fire at its peek. She told me how the head of their cock was specially sensitive, and how squeezing it in a certain way could keep them on the edge and cause their precum to drip copiously. Just like me, she loved teasing guys with tight jeans and no underwear, because it made their arousal and wetness so obvious and easy to control." I was overwhelmed with arousal as the vicious little teaser actually demonstrated her techniques, expertly manipulating my aching cock as her maddening heel kept rubbing the precise area that had me feel on the verge of coming, before suddenly applying that tight squeeze to the head of my cock everytime at the most crucial moment. I now understood better how she had managed to get my pants so embarassingly wet with precum with her carefully planned manipulations while keeping my arousal at fever pitch. She went on : "Then she explained how it was possible to go even further than that, and wait until they'd actually started to ejaculate before applying a very tight pressure on a particular spot of the head of their cock, immediately causing their orgasm to stop. She added "That's exactly what I did to that guy, you know. I had him start spurting his sperm about three times playing with the head of his cock as we danced, each time cutting him off right away by giving him that special squeeze ! But I'm not done with him yet, and I'm sure you could give me some help. You know, when we were dancing, he told me he was really turned on by your high-heels. I'm sure he's got a little foot fetish." We went back to sit beside him, Ghita on his left and me on his right. As Ghita resumed feeling his thigh, making sure her long sexy finger-nails would periodically brush along his obviously hardening cock, she asked me : "So, Jessica, are you ready for that little indian foot massage I told you about ?" As I answered "Oh yes, my feet are so sore ! I'm sure I'd really enjoy that !", she turned to him and said "You don't mind if Jessica rests her feet on your lap for the massage, do you ?". The fool was glad to accept and I put both my soles on his left thigh, just inches from his erection. Ghita seized my left ankle, pretending to massage it. But she was actually making sure the tip of my heel would slowly slide up his inner thigh until it came in contact with the head of his rock-hard member, which obviously twitched from the sensation. From then on, I watched and learned each of the subtle motions she gave to my heel, as I perfectly knew she was using it to deftly masturbate him through his jeans, bringing him to the edge of ejaculation before suddenly cooling him with her squeezing technique when his cock would start twitching. Soon, her hand on my ankle loosened her grip, just following my moves rather than guiding them, as I realized how easy it was to control the poor guy's arousal with her technique. We kept him on the edge like that until his face was red with his urge for relief. Meanwhile, we'd put his hands to work between our legs, fingering us to several sexy orgasms as he turned everytime more desperate to have the same happen to him. Then, as his cock started twitching once again, Ghita seized my ankle more firmly, and instead of letting me squeeze the head of his cock as I was now used to, she had me keep on grazing it lightly with the tip of my heel. His cock started desperately throbbing, and I knew the rubbing of my heel was actually having him sperm his jeans right there. At that precise moment, Ghita very firmly pushed my heel onto the head of his cock, applying a tight lasting squeeze until it stopped throbbing. She blinked at me as we could see he was still hard as a rock inside his soaking-wet tight jeans. I found it so arousing to be able to have a guy start creaming his pants and yet cut him off before he finds relief, leaving him even hornier, that I got an overwhelming orgasm just by rubbing my thighs as I looked at his embarassment. I was soon able to perform the same trick without Ghita's guidance, and we spent the rest of the night teasing him though his jeans until he looked ready to pass away." That's exactly what Jessica was doing to me as she talked, and I did feel ready to pass away as she had me start to ejaculate under her heel for countless times, each time applying her foolproof squeezing technique to cut me off at the last moment. My pants were getting thoroughly soaked from her teasing manipulations, and I thought I should better leave while I still had enough strength, but I felt like spellbound by my uncontrollable arousal, as if addicted to the spine-shivering sensations she triggered everytime she touched my cock. Then I saw a girl approaching our table, and I immediately noticed how sexy she looked in her black stiletto heels and tight leather dress, barely covering her wet-dream shaped ass. Jessica greeted her "Hi, Ghita. Have you met my dear friend Philip ?". As Ghita sat down on my left and traced her long finger-nails over the wet stain that extended down my thigh, she said "Oh, I see you've gotten the poor thing quite hot already. Maybe I could help give him some relief ?". With that, she seized the head of my cock between her fingers and started masturbating me through my pants with maddeningly arousing strokes. She was so expert at it that I almost immediately felt on the verge of coming. But just as I was starting to ejaculate between her tantalizing fingers, foolishly hoping this time would be different, she gave a tight squeeze to the head of my cock and kept the pressure until my orgasm had once again drifted away. I knew I was trapped, now at the complete mercy of these two unbearably sexy cock-teasers, and I could only wonder what was in store for me next ...