Seduction failures

“What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?” she shouted at the walls of her bedroom as she paced back and forth and bit her nails.

“Ugh” she groaned and sat down on the floor, her back towards her bed.

She was deprived of sex and she was going mad.

Today was the fifteenth day since Vansh promised to remain celibate and though she had declared that he’d regret it, she was the one who regretted.

Vansh was standing strong on his word and it was her libido that was suffering. Since the moment
he declared he’d remain celibate until their 2 month anniversary, they hadn’t had any sexual contact, not even a kiss.

It was the driest of all droughts, because when she was single she was addicted to her fantasies and got pleasure from her fingers but now that she knows what a dick feels like, the idea of masturbating disturbed her and didn’t appeal her one bit.

His sexy body and mind-blowing skills were all going directly to the drain because he didn’t want to and wanted to be a perfect gentleman. Like, just whatever and absolute crap.

All they did together now, was, talk and cuddle with all their clothes on. She wasn’t even allowed to call him ‘daddy’ and all her attempts to seduce him were pretty fucking useless.

The first night she left the office, she went shopping and bought herself 3 pairs of sexy, skimpy and downright scandalous lingerie.

That first night she tried with the sexy lingerie. A short satin robe was wrapped on her delicious body, her breasts enclosed in lacy push-up black bralette and her smooth folds hid under lacy panties. Her legs were covered with a thin skin of stockings and garter belt and the flesh between the panty line and the garter belt was so inviting, you’d bite your lips even if you were a straight girl or gay male.

It was such a huge failure, forget telling, she was embarrassed even thinking about it.

Since there was no one home, she called him and opened the door with a sexy smile and her sexy outfit.

“You look nice” he said as he walked in and discarded the whole aspect of sexual tension because he didn’t look at her twice and spoke about all things asexual.

Her sly smiles, her suggestive gestures were all ignored and he literally proved, “Launda sakth hai” (which means that the guy is too strong and won’t melt so easily at the hands of a female.

The next two days her mom and dad were home, so she didn’t have any chance of calling him over but she tried her best at the office.

She wore a body-fitting full-sleeved but semi-sheer dress that just passed as formal and as soon as she entered his office, she removed her bra and bounced in front of him after pulling the bottom of her dress a little very close towards her knickers. She was giving desperate attention to the door, because the way she looked that wasn’t very appropriate. Every curve of her breast could be seen and her hard brown nipples stood out on her dress proudly and continuously.

She wore lacy, almost transparent knickers and shaved herself smooth. Every task he gave her, she did it slowly and oh so seductively. When he asked for a file from the bottom drawer, she turned her back to him and bent at the waist so slowly that any sane man would be tempted to watch.

When he asked for a glass of water, she’d spill some directly on her breasts, making the dress completely see-through and whenever she found some time free, she sat herself on his lap, pressing her wet folds directly over his bulge.

She was desperate, but she wanted to maintain some of her dignity so she didn’t do anything downright slutty but was suggestive in every move she made, but the fourth day, she didn’t hold
herself back much.

She wore her skimpy lingerie and called him over, this time she was a little better prepared so she lit scented candles and played soft but sexual music on her speakers.

She was dressed in a sheer and faux leather dress. The sheer mesh top showed her presented her amazing assets while the corset and matching tulle skirt showed off her petite waist and curvy hips.

She looked like a biker who loves riding and would stop at nothing but a fulfilling hard ride, but then again this time, she lost to him, only because he was too smart.

As soon as she heard the knock, she opened the door and in came her sexy date with his eye-mask on. With what instincts she didn’t know but he grabbed her hands and cuffed her up. He removed his eye cover only after he shut the door and turned the other way around and even then he ran upstairs without a look at her.

She stood in the living room, agitatedly pulling at her cuff links, not really bothering where he went. He walked down the stairs, his face tilted to the left and a blanket in his hands. He climbed down, narrowly missing tripping two or three steps.

The idiot little girl that she is, she simply stood admiring and laughing at him, believing she had him wrapped in her fingers and that the cuff link was the start of a very kinky night.

He stopped two feet away from her and looked at her, screamed, ‘Oh fuck’ and threw the blanket on her.

The sudden reaction broke off her balance and she fell on the floor, the blanket capturing her inside. Taking advantage of this he placed the eyewear on her eyes and removing his black shirt, covered her body and her hands in it and tied a tight knot to it.

“Done” he breathed out and removing her eye cover, smiled at her. She kicked her legs and pulled at her hands in the cufflinks and inside his shirt.

“Shhh” he said, and added “I said no sex and that means I’ll do anything to ensure that I don’t slip. Thank fuck for that idea, because without it I’d be done for tonight”

She hit him with both her hands, sat up, and screamed, “You can’t do that. I want you”

“Didn’t you say I won’t last for more than two months? But well, if you want this dick, you’ll have to make sure I last more than two months” he said and pecked her nose over her pouty lips.

She tried seducing him with her words but to no avail, he had won and he was high on it.

The next seven days were torture for her. Her parents were home and the office work had increased three fold, so now she didn’t have any time to seduce her in the office, nor could she call him home.

On the twelfth day, she wore a sexy stretchy red lace chemise with nothing under or over it. She was barely not-naked but the lingerie gave her a scandalously erotic look that pure flesh could never.

She used a little bit of her brain and didn’t open the door that day; instead she kept the door open and sat on the sofa, awaiting his presence. When the knock arrived, she replied with a breathy,

“Come in” and stood up on her high stilettoes.

“Why would you keep the door open?” she heard the voice of Rahul say through the door so before he could push the door open she screamed ‘no, don’t enter’ and ran upstairs into her room to grab a night gown and covered herself with it.

To her surprise, when she came down still shocked at Rahul’s sudden appearance and her almost escape from exposing everything of herself too him, she saw the mess of dark brown hair, twinkling eyes and perfect white teeth smiling.

She groaned and looked down at herself, standing in a boring long cotton blue night gown that showed nothing, no skin and no curves. When she tried removing her gown, he came in front of her before she could blink and grabbing her hands behind her back took her towards the sofa and sat her down. She scoffed at herself and sat grumpily.

Only later did she realize that Rahul's voice was just a recording and her most scandalous outfit wasn’t even looked at and she didn’t know how she felt at failing again.

She was a pro at seduction failures while he was a pro at avoiding hard dicks.