"You can wipe that look off your face," Kyle snarled, "I wish you knew what that felt like for me."
Jen gasped as she felt a sudden rush of heat and wetness in her panties. She clutched her hands to cover her crotch and felt her swollen pussy lips part around the tight little panties she was wearing. As the cloth slipped inside her, Jennifer felt the nub of her clitoris sticking out through the folds of her flesh and straining against the tight silk wedging itself in her cunt.
Jennifer whined softly, keening as she became more aroused the more embarrassed she became of what was happening to her genitals. She looked pleadingly at Kyle and felt the shock of her orgasm rush through her body as she saw her humiliation reflected in his eyes.
"Oh! Oh, oh god, oh Master yes!" Jen's hands were frantically rubbing her pussy through the gauzy pants, the heel of her hand massaging the nub of her clit as her fingers worked her sodden panties deeper and deeper into her dripping wet hole.
"Yes yes yes yes YES!" Jen dropped to her knees, then flopped onto her back, her legs spread wide for her Master's viewing pleasure. She gently stroked her thighs, her sticky hands dragging across the sheer silk. She ran them over her stomach as the last aftershocks of her orgasm left her sweating and spent on the floor.
Jen opened her eyes tipped her head up to look wonderingly at her Master. At that moment she felt she was the dirtiest, filthiest, sluttiest girl there ever was. She sobbed, both in shame at what she'd just done, and at the knowledge that she wanted to feel like that again, and again, and again.
"I'm su-su-sorry Master! I didn't nu-nu-nu-know!" Jen howled her shame and sorrow, snot running down her cheeks as she cried. She knew she couldn't hide her shame, or her pussy, from the one who'd just watched her. Knew she wasn't worthy of any interest or affection from him, but was still consumed with a longing to feel his touch, to fuck like to frenzied beasts.
Her sobs trailed to whimpers, and finally she lay still, on her back with her legs spread. She could smell the musk of her lust hanging in the air, felt her juices drying on her hands, belly, thighs and loins.
"So, so that's what it's like to prematurely ejaculate?" She asked. Not bothering to look at her Master.
"Maybe, I guess it's more extreme for girls since it's not as obvious when you're horny."
Jen started to close her legs and roll onto her side. She no longer felt the overpowering shame or compulsion to reveal her genitals to her Master. She just wanted to curl into a ball and wish she'd never answered the phone this morning. She also felt a certain tingling which from experimenting with her boyfriends Jen knew meant her body was going to be dripping with hormones in a couple minutes. Her first orgasm when fooling around had always been the hardest to get. The next few, assuming the boy could keep up with her, were progressively easier.
"Stop." Her Master commanded. Jen paused, one knee upright, the other flat against the floor. Her Master was standing over her. Apparently he was as quick to recover as Jen, since his erection was again straining at his pants. "I wish that I won't cum until I allow it to happen, and neither will you." Kyle smiled down at the girl lying exposed beneath him.
"Granted." Jen heard herself say, feeling an altogether different tingle sweep through her body. She was still growing horny again, but she knew that unless her Master willed it she'd never experience another orgasm, for all the sex she anticipated she'd be having with him.