【射精管理】1週間我慢させられた後に美女の手コキで大量射精してしまう筋肉質イケメン大学生

One Week of Denial: A Muscular Ikenaman’s Final Release

Kaito, a strapping young university student, groaned as he felt his muscles ache from the intense dojo training session. Little did he know that his trainer, the delectable Aika-chan, had a naughty surprise in store for him. With a mischievous gleam in her eyes, she approached the handsome athlete as he towelled off.

“Aika-chan, what’s going on?” Kaito asked, puzzled by her sudden approach.

The beautiful brunette batted her eyelashes and gave him a coy smile. “Kaito-kun, I’ve noticed that you’ve been working so hard. The way your muscles ripple when you move is so… tantalizing. I want to see more of it.”

Kaito blushed at the compliment, unused to such forwardness from his strict instructor. “A-ah, thank you Aika-sensei. I’m just happy I could keep up with your training regimen!”

“I bet those strong arms of yours are great for more than just swordplay,” Aika purred, running a hand along his toned bicep. “How about we explore that together?”

Kaito gulped, realizing what she was hinting at. Despite the awkwardness, he couldn’t deny the thrill of having this gorgeous woman interested in him. “I… I suppose I’m interested. What did you have in mind?”

Aika licked her lips, leaning in close. “I propose we engage in a pleasure challenge of sorts. For one full week, you’re not allowed to touch yourself in any intimate manner. No matter what lewd scenarios I put you in, you must maintain control.”

Kaito’s eyes widened in disbelief. “A whole week? Without any relief? That sounds… impossible.”

“Oh, but that’s the fun part,” Aika teased, tracing a finger along his chiseled jawline. “I’ll push you to your limits with touches like this… and maybe a little more.” Her hand drifted down, groping the bulge now forming in his gi pants.

The young man nearly gasped at the sensation, but held himself back. Could he really go a week without release when this temptress was determined to drive him crazy? Well, he would have to- for the sake of his pride and stamina, of course!

“A-ah… you’re on. I’ll hold out for as long as you make me,” Kaito declared with determination, despite his voice wavering.

And so began a week of tantalizing tease and denial. Each day brought some new torment – light groping as Aika “accidentally” brushed against him, steamy looks across the dojo, barely-there clothing that revealed hints of tantalizing cleavage and curves. Kaito endured it all like a true warrior, maintaining control… for the most part.

By the end of the week, every brushing of skin against skin, every knowing glance, every tantalizing image of Aika made his cock throb painfully. It took all his willpower not to whimper or give himself away. His balls ached from pent-up need, his shaft rock hard at all hours.

Finally, the day had come for Aika to win her “prize.” She led Kaito into a private massage room, soft lighting and scents of incense soothing the air. She could see how much it was taking for the muscular man to maintain his composure, her treat for the week well worth the wait.

“Strip,” Aika commanded, admiring the sight of Kaito’s chiseled physique as he obliged. She tossed him a towel. “Lie down on your stomach. We’ll do a full body massage.”

Kaito did as told, barely able to breathe as Aika poured oil onto his back and began to rub, her fingers sliding slowly over his muscular shoulders, teasing along his spine. He clenched his jaw, trying not to let any telltale noises escape him.

She worked lower, over the globes of his ass, kneading each firm cheek. Then she was stroking along his hamstrings, almost but not quite brushing his inner thighs. Each touch set his nerves ablaze.

“Such a good boy, holding out so valiantly,” Aika purred, her hand drifting ever higher, so close to his aching shaft. “But this challenge is almost over. You’ve done so well.” Her voice was a husky whisper in his ear.

With agonizing slowness, she ghosted her fingers over his balls, drawing a shudder from him. Then her hand closed around his throbbing cock, pumping once, twice. Kaito let out a choked moan, hips bucking up on instinct.

“Do you want to cum, Kaito-kun?” Aika murmured, hand stroking firmly now, smearing the oil along his length. “You’ve earned it after being such a perfect toy for me to play with.”

“Yes… ah! Please, Aika-sensei… I need…” Kaito babbled incoherently, too far gone with lust to care how desperate he sounded. “I’ll do anything… just let me cum!”

She quickened her strokes as she aimed his cock, targeting her oil-slicked stomach. “That’s it, spray your seed on me. Show me what a big load you’ve been building up, my good boy.”

With a strangled cry of pleasure, Kaito spasmed and erupted, shooting thick ropes of cum all over Aika’s taut tummy. His shaft pulsed again and again, emptying into copious amounts of thick, sticky fluid.

“Ohhhh fuuuck…” he groaned, twitching with the force of his climax. Aika continued milking him through the aftershocks, giggling at the veritable flood he produced.

By the time Kaito collapsed onto his back, completely spent, he had coated his sensei’s entire middle in his essence. She smirked down at him, looking quite satisfied. “My, my – such a huge load from such a well-trained young man. I think you’ve earned a reward or two…”

Kaito could only groan in response, curling into a boneless heap as his trainer moved to clean him up. His week of denial had been worth it for this mind-blowing orgasm. And who knows? Maybe Aika would make this a regular… challenge.