The Teasepot

Several few years ago I saw a movie called The Brass Teapot that inspired me to write this. Basically, there’s a magic teapot that creates money anytime the owner experiences pain. While it would be easy to expand on that with an S&M concept, I thought I’d modify it a bit for T&D.

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Just about every family has that one person who’s a bit weird. A creepy uncle, eccentric grandfather, or in my case a wacky aunt. Aunt Barbara always had strange hobbies and beliefs, mainly anything to do with magic or the occult. Usually, it was harmless stuff like tarot cards or having her palm read by her own personal psychic. Growing up my mother would constantly be rolling her eyes while talking to her on the phone, wondering how much money her sister was throwing away this time and if she’d have to give her yet another “loan” to get out from under it.

Of course, Barbara thought everyone should share in her beliefs. So birthdays and Christmas were always interesting with the gifts she’d give out. We all have more crystals, talismans, and other various good luck charms than we know what to do with. Most went to Goodwill, a few were kept to display when she visited so feelings weren’t hurt. This year was no different. It’s my 30th birthday and mom insisted I meet up with the family for dinner. I’m currently in between girlfriends and have no other plans, so I head over to mom’s house. Fortunately our family isn’t too big, just my parents, sister, a couple cousins I barely know, and of course goofy Aunt Barbara. We have a nice dinner and some cake, then I’m given a few presents. Just normal things, some nice shirts and a tie, that is until I get Barbara’s gift. As I’m opening it, I prepare myself for another academy award winning performance of how much I like whatever is in this box.

As I look inside, I’m actually impressed. It looks like an antique silver teapot. I do like drinking green tea, so this will come in handy, and it even looks pretty valuable if I’m ever desperate for money. As I’m about to give her a sincere thank you for the first time in forever, she starts telling me about the new age store she found it in and how she could sense the positive energies and power it was giving off and how it would be perfect to help align my chi. Fine, I made that last part up, but I zoned out at that point and found myself staring at the strange markings all over it. This thing must be insanely old. I lightly trace my fingers along one of them, trying to decipher it, when I’m interrupted by my mother snapping her fingers in front of my face, “Victor, thank your Aunt Barbara.” Thirty years old and still being treated like a kid. I set it down and thank her, telling her how interesting and cool it is. I’m about to ask if she knows anything about the markings when I notice I have an erection. Thankfully, I’m still sitting at the dining room table, because this is a full on, iron hard, throbbing erection. What the hell? Although no one else notices, I’m embarrassed and disgusted with myself. Everyone here is family. I wasn’t even thinking about anything like that. Thankfully, my utter disdain for myself quickly calms it down and I’m able to get up and help clear the table. Not much later I’m saying my goodbyes and driving back to my apartment.

As I’m driving I remind myself of that erection and again wonder what happened. I haven’t been with anyone for a while, and come to think of it I haven’t even masturbated in several days. I’ve been too tired from working lately. I figure that must be it, just pent up frustration, and promise myself to take care of it once I get home. A last birthday treat for myself. As I walk through the door I decide to watch some TV first to unwind. Sitting on my couch, I go through a few channels and leave on some syndicated sitcom I’ve seen a hundred times before, and find myself drawn back to that odd teapot. I pull it out of the box and study those symbols again. They’re like nothing I’ve ever seen and for some reason I find them so damn intriguing. I decide to see if I can search online for anything resembling them, but as I’m setting the teapot down on my coffee table I realize I’m sporting another massive erection. I’m again a bit surprised by its timing, but this time not embarrassed or ashamed and ready to do something with it. My research can wait.

Making sure there are some tissues nearby, I undo and lower my pants, take myself in hand, close my eyes, and start slowly stroking. I normally like to take my time and make it last, tease myself a bit, maybe go to the edge a few times before giving in to my urges and climaxing. But just as I begin imagining myself in bed with a pair of Hollywood beauties, I’m surprised at how hard I am and how eager my cock seems to just want to cum and get it over with. It takes a lot of willpower to slow my hand down, and even more to stop for a few seconds to let myself cool off so my fun can continue. Suddenly a noise snaps my attention back from my daydream as my eyes fly open. It sounded like it was right in front of me, like something hit the table, but a quick scan of the room reveals nothing.

The shock and following pause managed to calm me down quite a bit, but I’m still pretty excited, so I lean back to start again. But first I decide to find something on my laptop instead of relying on my imagination, hoping the time it takes me to find something will help calm me down some more so I’ll last longer. After finding a long, teasing handjob video, I start stroking. Despite my attempts, it doesn’t take long for me to approach orgasm, so again I slow down my strokes and eventually stop. I’m breathing heavy as my cock throbs and I see the woman in the video still toying and teasing the cock she’s playing with when that noise happens again. This time, I see something move in my peripheral. If I didn’t know better, I’d say the teapot jumped. I never did look inside of it, did my aunt put something in there? Some wacky item from the store? I cautiously reach to lift the lid, ready to slam it back down in case there’s something alive in there. Instead of a critter, I find cash. Two one-hundred dollar bills to be precise. This has to be a mistake. My aunt can’t afford anything like that. Setting the bills on the table I make a note to call her tomorrow and try to give them back.

I would think that would have settled me, but I find myself hornier than ever. This is so weird. I can’t remember the last time I was this excited. I promise myself to edge one last time and then I can cum. Looking back to the busty lady with the slippery hand, I quickly get to that edge and stop. As I try and slow my breathing, instead of a noise I see something pop into the air from the teapot. Another hundred dollar bill is fluttering to the ground. I quickly look at the table and see the two are still sitting there. Finally it dawns on me. I edged three times, I suddenly have three bills. This can’t be a coincidence. Did my crazy aunt actually find something that works? There’s no way she knew what it does. God, at least I hope not.

I quickly break my promise to myself and spend the next hour edging until I can’t take it anymore and cum. The orgasm was intense, I assume from the hour of teasing, but then I wonder if that teapot is affecting me as well. Either way, I’m amazed at the huge mess I made all over my stomach and chest. After a few minutes cleaning myself off, I collect my “earnings” and find I have about $1,500 total. I’m in shock. This is amazing! I can quit my job and become rich just by jerking off? Best birthday ever! I resist the urge to work overtime. It’s late and that first shift took a lot out of me. Besides, I have the whole weekend ahead of me with nothing else planned. I’m going to see just how much I can make!

Not wanting to let the teapot out of my sight, I bring it into the bedroom, setting it on my nightstand. Throughout the night I have the most amazing, vivid dreams I’ve ever experienced. Every single one of them is sexual with a never ending array of beautiful women. They all stroke, suck and fuck me over and over, but not a single one lets me cum. When I wake in the morning, drenched in sweat with an iron like erection, I’m amazed I didn’t have a wet dream. My boxers are relatively clean, but soaked with pre-cum. I guess since I didn’t orgasm in my dreams I didn’t in real life? Either way, I need to take care of this and figure I’ll get an early start on my money making today. After the night of dreams, I get to the edge quickly. I only stop for a moment and then edge again. I repeat this process over and over, edging quickly and often, all the while I hear the teapot dancing merrily on the table creating hundreds for me. I lose track of time and edges. My willpower is weak, and I also figure I have the whole weekend ahead of me, so I let myself cum. Once again, it’s a powerful and intense orgasm. I let myself rest for a few minutes before cleaning myself up and counting my hard earned money. I’m disappointed to find a bunch of tens. There’s still around $200 in there, but only tens? I was expecting a couple thousand dollars. What happened? Did I do something different? Do I need to wait longer between edging? Does it need to recharge?

Confused, I go shower and make some breakfast. Maybe my dreams of quitting my job were premature. After I eat, I finally search online for any clues to this magical teapot and its origin. Nothing. Either it didn’t exist until recently or it’s the world’s best kept secret. Not even a legend or fable resembling anything remotely close to this. Guess I’m on my own to experiment. I can’t tell anyone else about this or ask around for advice. Either people would think I was crazy or try and take it for themselves. So I head back to my bed, taking my clothes off on the way. I pick up the teapot and I’m instantly hard. Not only is this thing a cash cow, but also an aphrodisiac. I’m convinced it had something to do with my dreams as well. I’ll need to leave this in another room if I ever want a good night’s sleep again. But for now, I want to see how to make money. I slowly tease myself to the edge and stop, resting for a moment unlike this morning. The teapot jumps again, but this time it’s only a single dollar bill. Okay, so it doesn’t matter how slow or fast I go.

Suddenly an idea hits me. Instead of teasing, I quickly make myself cum. While not as intense as my earlier orgasms, it’s still pretty amazing. Not only does the teapot turn me on but it enhances my pleasure, too. After another cleanup and a little rest, I grab the teapot and rub my fingers along the runes that cover it. Sure enough, my cock is hard and throbbing in no time. So I edge and hear a clink inside, and as I expected there’s just a dime. Looks like every orgasm I have lowers the value. I just hope it recharges eventually. Even though I’m incredibly horny yet again, I force myself to stop all together. With great effort, I put my clothes back on and put the teapot in the box it came in and hide it in my closet. At this point it’s close to noon, so I make some lunch and plan how I’m going to figure this out.

I spend the rest of the weekend experimenting. I know I slept for around eight hours that first night, and that obviously wasn’t enough to recharge it, so I decide to wait twelve hours. I try and distract myself throughout the day, but have a hard time thinking of anything besides sex and stroking myself. I guess the box in the closet isn’t enough to shield me from it. Maybe I should look into a lead safe? I find myself walking around my place with a hard-on most of the day. The only break I got was when I did some food shopping, but even then I found my imagination running away from me with every woman I saw. It took all of my willpower just to prevent an erection. Last thing I needed was to get banned from the store for being a pervert. Finally, it was midnight. Twelve hours since my last orgasm. I pull the teapot from the closet and bring myself to the edge. Nope, still a dime. Putting it back I go to sleep, praying I’m not visited by sexy women again. My prayers go unanswered. While not as intense as last night, they’re still enough to leave me very aroused come morning. Once I’m fully awake, I edge again. Still a dime. Dammit. Okay, wait until noon, 24 hours should do it. If not, then maybe it just diminishes forever. I tell myself if it still doesn’t go up by then I can at least have an orgasm.

The rest of the morning drags on. I find myself torn between wanting it to work and just wanting to cum. Finally, the clock hits twelve. I rush to my room and edge myself, no clink this time but it still jumped. Excitedly, I open it to find a dollar bill. Well shit. So an orgasm divides it by ten, and it takes 24 hours to just multiply by ten. That means I’d have to keep from orgasming until Tuesday if I wanted to generate more hundreds, and even then it won’t work unless I’m teasing myself. I’m not sure if I can wait that long, especially with how this thing is affecting me, but decide the money would be worth it and try to forget about my ever increasing libido. And this is all assuming my theories are even correct.

As I sleep that night the dreams are more intense than before, although the details of the dreams are fuzzy, I only know they’re about sex. Even though I feel more tired than the night before, I’m thankful for work Monday morning. Instead of going in to quit, I’m going in for the distraction, and it works, mostly. I still have some pretty vivid thoughts when I look at some female co-workers, especially Katie, a woman I’ve been friends with for a couple years and always had my eye on. Overall I’m able to lose myself in my work and get through the day. Once I’m home I do another edge, and sure enough we’re up to a ten. Okay, so this is a rough patch to go through, but it will be worth it. Once we’re back to hundreds I’ll just spend a day teasing, cum, wait a day, and start all over again. As long as I only have the one orgasm this will work out fine.

I go to bed that night thinking of all the things I’m going to buy with my new income. As soon as I’m asleep the sexy dreams start right up, again at a higher intensity. This time I can remember. It’s one long dream where I’m simply lying on my back while a beautiful woman is riding me. She rides me until she cums, which is just seconds before I am about to, gets off me and leaves only to be replaced by someone else. This repeats over and over until finally the last one tells me it’s my turn. She rides me and just as I’m about to cum I wake up. In my morning haze my hands start moving towards my cock to finish the job, but somehow I regain my senses enough to stop them.

Shortly after getting up I call out sick, not wanting to waste any time once noon hits. Besides, I won’t need that job much longer. After a light lunch I edge myself and am ecstatic to find a hundred dollar bill again. I spend the rest of the day edging myself in shifts. A half hour here and there, plenty of breaks in between. By the end of the day I have around ten thousand dollars on my table and a very red, angry, throbbing penis between my legs.

After a job well done, I finally reward myself with a long overdue orgasm. It is quite literally the greatest sexual experience of my life. I can’t decide if that is amazing or sad, but either way it doesn’t matter as I pass out from the experience. I don’t wake until the following morning. For the first night since I got the teapot, my dreams are peaceful and I wake up feeling rested, but I find myself covered in dried semen. I groan in disgust at myself and quickly jump in the shower. I decide to go into work today to collect my things and quit. They’re surprised and irritated that I’m not giving any notice. I figure the teapot doesn’t care about my references.

My former co-workers insist on going out for drinks, and since it’s my “off” day I figure why not? I’m a bit vague on my plans, just saying I’m going into business for myself or freelancing. Several drinks later and I’m chatting with Katie. We’ve been good work friends for a couple years now. I always sensed an attraction between us, but one of us was always involved with someone so we would just have the occasional lunch and bitch about work together. “I can’t believe you’re leaving! Who am I going to complain to now?” She sounds like she’s had quite a few drinks herself. She then lowers her voice, “You know I broke up with Charlie last week.” I did not know that. Before we can talk further, some others join us. From then on the rest of the night is a bit of a blur until I’m making out in a cab with Katie on the way to my place. This is really bad timing and a stupid thing to do right now, but that’s alcohol’s specialty.

Fortunately, as we get to my front door I remember the money is still sitting out and that I can’t let myself orgasm until tomorrow. For once I’m hoping I don’t get lucky tonight and she just wants to make out some more, but first I ask her to give me a minute before coming in so I can straighten up a bit. She tells me she doesn’t care, but I insist. Quickly, I grab the money and shove it into a drawer. A moment later Katie is stumbling through the door and into my arms. Next thing I know we’re both taking each other’s clothes off and heading towards my bed. So much for just making out. I do manage to prolong our kissing and groping until she finally whispers in my ear, “I want you inside me.” Instead, I quickly slide down between her legs and start licking. She doesn’t protest. After her third orgasm she forces my head away, telling me to stop and that she can’t take anymore. Good, maybe between that and the drinks she’ll just want to pass out. No such luck as I crawl back up the bed and her hand immediately grabs my cock. She gasps into my ear, I can only assume surprised at how iron hard and throbbing it is, slick with precum. She whispers into my ear, “Such a good boy taking care of me when you’re so horny.” She squeezes my cock to emphasize her point, causing me to groan involuntarily. “Normally I’d be exhausted after what you just did to me, but I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on.”

It suddenly dawns on me, the teapot must be affecting her as well. I regret not teasing her a bit before making her cum to see if I would have earned some extra money. My thoughts are interrupted as she squeezes my cock again and tells me, “Your turn.” Before I can protest, she’s down between my legs, licking and kissing every inch of me. She’s going slow, taking her time. I don’t mind since I’m still trying to figure out how to end tonight without cumming, but as soon as she takes me into her mouth I give up on that idea. I’m being crazy, just enjoy tonight and I can reset myself in another day or two. I’ve already created more money than I’d bring home in two months at my old job, so a little delay won’t hurt me at all. To be honest, none of these rational thoughts are going through my head as Katie is slowly bobbing her head up and down. I just know an orgasm is quickly approaching and I have no plans on stopping it. I’m close to the edge and tell her so to give her a warning in case she’s not into tasting cum. What can I say, I’m a gentleman. What she does next takes me by surprise as she lets me fall from her mouth and with her hand gently yet firmly grabs my balls and pulls them down towards my feet. My cock is left bouncing alone in thin air while I ask her why. “Ssssshhhh. Just relax. I want to make this last for you. Trust me.” In the back of my mind I realize she just unwittingly added more to my teapot account, but the forefront simply wants to cum and starts begging her for it. My hands, on their own, reach for her head. She swats them away, admonishing me, “Hey bad boy, settle down. Don’t make me tie your hands. I still want to feel this inside me, so you can’t cum yet.” Before I can protest further, I’m back in her mouth.

She repeats this two more times, at which point I can no longer control myself and grab for her. My plan was to flip her over and fuck her brains out, which to be honest would have been all of ten seconds in my current state. Instead she pulled a little harder on my balls and gave them a rough squeeze. That stopped me in my tracks. She playfully admonished me, “I warned you,” and quickly hopped out of bed to grab her stockings off the floor and used them to tie my hands together and then to my headboard. I should have fought her off, but I was too busy kissing her breasts that were dangling in my face, so I didn’t notice or care. Besides, bondage is a big turn on for me. Even though she was done she lingered for a bit, enjoying the attention I was lavishing on her nipples. Eventually her breasts pulled away and were replaced with her lips, but then those too leave me as she kisses her way down my body. Back between my legs she repeats her earlier routine, but this time I’m powerless to stop her from driving me crazy. The first time she stops I beg her to let me fuck her, the second I beg her to let me cum, after the third I simply beg her to stop and let me go as I’m on the verge of tears. Instead of starting again, she keeps the pressure on my balls, pulling them downward, and simply watches me, letting me calm down a bit. Finally, she lets go and climbs on top of me. Before I know it I’m inside of her and it feels like heaven.

I start to thrust but she simply lifts her body off, “Hold on a second. I’m going to untie your hands, but you have to promise me to lie still and try to hold back for as long as you can. I want to try and cum one more time, okay?” In my current state I’d promise her the world, so naturally I agree. As soon as they’re free, my hands latch onto her breasts as she leans down and kisses me while slowly moving her hips up and down my shaft. Her motions vary from just riding the tip to sitting on me fully and grinding against me to everything in between, but one thing that doesn’t change is her pace, it’s agonizingly slow, but it enables me to last more than a few seconds. It’s still a struggle and huge effort for me to hold back. Fortunately, it sounds like Katie is getting close. She quickens her pace and minutes later we both explode at the same time. As she dismounts and lies next to me, the last thing I remember before giving in to sleep is a kiss on the check as she says, “See, told you it would be worth the wait.”

I awake the next morning to the sound of my shower running. A glance at the clock shows me it is way too early and then I remember it’s still a weekday and Katie has to go to work. I hop out of bed, throw on my robe and whip up some juice, eggs, and toast while she’s getting ready. Katie smiles as she walks into the kitchen to find breakfast waiting for her. Even after the shower, she’s a bit of a mess wearing last night’s clothes with no chance to freshen up her makeup, but she still looks beautiful. We agree last night was amazing and regret not doing it sooner. I ask her to dinner tonight, she quickly accepts and has to leave so she has a chance to run home before work. A long passionate goodbye kiss later and she’s out the door, leaving me to absorb what just happened and what this could mean to my money making scheme. But first things first, more sleep.

A couple hours later I’m up and feeling refreshed. Better than that, I’m in a great mood. Not only are money problems a thing of the past, but I also just spent the night having incredible sex with an amazing woman. I take a quick peek in the teapot, and just as I expected I find several ten dollar bills. Just to further prove my theory, I rub my fingers across the teapot and think about last night and quickly take myself to the edge. Sure enough, a single dollar bill appears. I shrug my shoulders. Last night was totally worth a day’s delay, I’ll just need to be careful with timing when I see Katie. Although if last night was any indication, she might wind up helping more than she realizes. Maybe I should tell her? No, don’t be ridiculous. For all I know last night was just a fling or a rebound or just finally scratching an itch from years of us flirting. I’ll just keep it to myself and see how dinner goes. I do promise myself to not go home with her, no matter how tempted I am.

I spend the day preparing for dinner. I make reservations at a nice restaurant and go shopping for some new clothes after taking a cab to retrieve my car from the bar. While shopping I’m tempted to buy her jewelry or some other expensive gift, but realize I shouldn’t be advertising my new found wealth since I have no intention of sharing its source. Hell, I still have to figure out how to get this by the IRS. Plus I don’t want to buy Katie’s affections anyway. After trading a few texts during the day I tell her I’ll pick her up at seven. When I arrive we awkwardly kiss hello and the drive to the restaurant is pretty quiet. It’s a little strange since we’ve known each other for a couple years and have even hung out together outside of work before and we’ve never had a lack of things to talk about. Then again, we’ve never had sex with each other before.

We finally arrive and are seated at the table, perusing the menus after I order us some wine. I’m about to talk about last night but she speaks up first, “So you never really told me what your new job is. Or did you get some huge inheritance or win the lottery and not want to tell anyone?” She seems a little more relaxed as she avoids the elephant in the room, but this is making me a little uncomfortable. I hate lying to her.

“No, it’s like I told everyone last night. I’m going into business for myself. Freelancing, that sort of thing. Since I just turned 30 I didn’t like where my career was taking me, so felt it was time for a change.”

“Uh-huh, well you must have some sweet gigs lined up to afford a place like this. Hope you’re not going overboard just to impress me. You really don’t need to.”

That seems like a good in, “Yeah about that, we should really talk about last night.”

Katie quickly cuts me off, “Yeah, I know, don’t worry about it. I figured it was just a one night thing since we won’t be seeing each other anymore. Taking me to dinner is sweet, but you could have just told me over the phone.”

It was my turn to cut her off, “What? No. Wait, you’ve got it all wrong. I didn’t look at last night as a fling. I was hoping we could keep seeing each other. In fact I was worried you just wanted it to be…”

“Oh, no. I mean, yeah at first I figured what the hell let’s just have some fun, but sure, I’d love to keep seeing you.”

After that it’s like we both woke up and fell back into our familiar ways, talking, laughing, and just enjoying each other’s company. After a couple glasses of wine, we got flirtier and rehashed the night before. I finally had to ask, “So are you always so…”

Again she interrupted, “You mean am I always a cock teasing bitch?”

That caught me off guard and I couldn’t conceal a loud laugh. “I was going to say aggressive, but yeah, let’s go with that.”

“Fair enough. Yes and no. I really enjoy dragging it out and turning a guy on so much he can’t take it, but I usually ease into it or talk a little about it first. But last night, I just couldn’t control myself. Maybe I was a but drunker than I thought, but I can’t remember the last time I was that turned on. I couldn’t help it. Besides, I don’t think you minded too much.”

I smile, because she’s right but also because I know what really caused her to do it. “Well yeah, you got me there. I loved what you did, but if I wasn’t tied down I would have attacked you.”

“And that’s why I tied you down,” she winked to emphasize her point. “So does that mean you’ll let me do that to you again?”

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot.” And not just because of the teapot. Sure, that could be an added benefit, but what she did was incredible. It’s similar to how I tease myself when I masturbate, only now I don’t have to worry about giving in and ending it. It will be completely out of my hands, both literally and figuratively.

She smiled wide, “Good. But I should warn you, last night was nothing compared to what I could do to you. I’d be happy to spend the entire day with you tied up and just playing with you.” She lowered her voice, “I’m getting turned on just thinking about it.”

Her talk was getting me excited, so before I could give in I said, “I’d like that, and this is going to sound strange, but maybe we should go on a few more dates before we do anything again. I know we already know each other pretty well from work, and last night was amazing, but I really like you and I want us to be more than just sex.” God, I sound like an idiot, but I just want to get a handle on this teapot thing first. At least build up a decent savings before I lose control of timing my orgasms.

She looks a little disappointed, “I hate to admit it, but you’re probably right. Okay, I’ll go along under one condition. Neither one if us can have an orgasm until we both decide we’re ready. Deal?”

I’m a little confused, “Why on earth do you want to do that?”

She just shrugs, “Because when we finally do it again we’ll both be ready to explode and also I’m hoping it will speed things up a bit. What can I say, I’m an impatient woman.”

I counter with an idea I’ll live to regret, “Okay, deal, but only if we both swear the earliest we can give in is a week from this Saturday.” That will give me more than enough time to cash in.

She laughs, “Oh man, you’ll never make it, and I’ll be miserable, but sure. But we can still make out, right?”

The next week seemed like the longest of my life. We did make out that night, and every other time we got together. When I wasn’t with Katie I spent my time edging. At first I was just doing it to make money, but soon I got to the point where I was constantly horny and couldn’t stop touching myself. And of course every night I was subjected to sexy dreams where I was teased but could never cum. The further I kept the teapot from my bed the less intense they were, but each night I didn’t cum the more intense the dreams would get. My promise to Katie was the only thing preventing me from exploding all over the growing pile of money on my floor. Without having to take days off to “recharge” that pile was growing fast. I didn’t even bother counting it, but I guessed there was between fifty and seventy-five thousand by now.

In between all of this I was really falling in love with Katie, and I was pretty certain she felt the same. We had fun together and just clicked. I don’t know why we didn’t do this a long time ago. When Friday arrived I couldn’t wait to see her for our date. I was more than ready to give in that night and bang her brains out. She was coming over so I could make her dinner and watch a movie. I spent most of the day cleaning up and hiding the money, which gave me a small respite and chance to calm down a bit, even though my erection rarely faltered.

When the doorbell rang, I jumped to answer it. I opened the door and Katie was standing there dressed to kill with a tight fitting, short skirt and a low-cut top. We immediately latched on to each other and gave a passionate kiss hello. When we finally came up for air I asked, “Didn’t we plan on staying in tonight? You’re awfully dressed up, but you do look amazing!”

“Why thank you. Can’t a lady just try and look nice for her fella?” she asked playfully. Obviously, she’s trying to get me to give in. Fortunately, I have no pride or ego getting in the way and I’m more than happy to oblige. But first, we have dinner and talk for a bit, then we move to the living room and throw on a movie. No idea what it was because five minutes in we’re making out on the couch like teenagers.

After a long time of kissing and groping, my cock was ready to burst out of my pants and I couldn’t take it anymore. “Okay, I think we’ve waited long enough. Let’s rip our clothes off and get in bed.”

If my mind wasn’t so overwhelmed with lust I might have noticed the mischievous look on her face as she said, “Oh god, I’d love that, but we can’t. You said Saturday, so we’ll just have to wait until tomorrow. It was your idea, remember?”

“I know, but it’s almost midnight, so technically it’ll be Saturday. And I’m still glad we held off, I’ve had a lot of fun with you the past week.”

“You’re right, and I did too, but a deal’s a deal, so we’ll just have to wait.”

I started to get a little annoyed and didn’t hide it well, “C’mon Katie, you’re being ridiculous.” If I could have heard myself I would have smacked me in the head for sounding like such a jerk, but I couldn’t help it!

“Okay, I’ll make you a deal. We can jump into bed right now, but we still can’t have sex or cum until after midnight, and just to be safe you have to let me tie your hands again. Deal?” The entire time she was making this proposal she was rhythmically squeezing my cock through my pants, making me unable to do anything but agree to whatever she wanted. I agreed, but made her promise she’d let me cum at midnight. “Oh yeah, I swear you’ll cum after midnight. It’ll be a night you’ll never forget! Let me just run out to my car, I brought an overnight bag just in case. Why don’t you strip and hop in bed, I’ll be right back.”

Before I knew what was happening, she gave me a quick kiss and was off the couch and out the door. I still have enough sense to know I’m being set up, but I figured I can handle a couple more hours of teasing. She promised me an orgasm at midnight and if it’s anywhere near like last week it will be worth it. So I took off my clothes and got into bed. A few minutes later I heard the front door and she called out to me, “Now close your eyes until I say, okay?”

Now what is she up to? “Okay, they’re closed.”

I can hear her enter the room, set something down and rustle through what I assume is her bag. “Now keep them closed.” I feel her take my hand and put something around my wrist and then the she does the same with the other. Not sure what it is, but it feels like a wide bracelet. She then takes my hands and puts them together and raises them above my head. I assume she’s tying them to my headboard, same as last week. “There, that should be a little more comfortable and secure than my stockings. Can you get free?”

I frown and struggle for a bit, “Nope. Can I open my eyes now?”

She gives my cock a few more squeezes, “Just another minute.” She lets go and I can hear her changing clothes. Finally, she says, “Alright, open them.” I do and am treated to a wonderful vision. Katie is standing close to me wearing lingerie. A corset that is pushing up her ample breasts nicely, with her shapely legs encased in stockings that are held up with a garter belt. My cock jumps at the sight. “So, do you like?”

I grin and nod, “Wow, yeah. If I wasn’t tied down I’d be all over you.”

“And that’s why you’re tied down.” She then got into bed and climbed on top of me, letting me feel her silky legs and lacy top all over my body, rubbing up and down while we kiss. Soon she left my face and started raining kisses down my chest and stomach until she reached my cock. I glanced over at my alarm clock, 10:30. Just an hour and a half. It will be exquisite torture, but I can handle it. She spends that time playing with my penis. First she takes me all the way into her mouth, bobbing up and down. This has the effect of taking me quickly to the edge, so she changes up to licking it all over. Then she switches to stroking, then gentle touches. It doesn’t take long for me to start begging her to give in and let me cum. When my begging gets to be too much, she slides back up my body and starts kissing me again just to shut me up and also to give my cock a slight break so she can go back for more, which she soon does.

This cycle repeats over and over until finally I notice it’s after midnight. “Oh god, Katie, it’s midnight. You promised, please Katie, you promised to make me cum, please!”

“Oh good, I’m so fucking horny!” Before I knew what was happening she removed her panties and positioned herself over my head and lowered her pussy onto my mouth. I wasn’t in much of a position to argue, so I went to work sucking and licking. It wasn’t long before she was cumming on my face, but one wasn’t enough for her as she didn’t budge from her position, so I didn’t stop. It took a little longer, but she came a second time and then slid off my face so she was laying on top of me again, kissing me and tasting her own juices. “Jesus, I needed that! I can’t remember the last time I went that long without an orgasm. Whose stupid idea was that, anyway?”

We laughed a little, “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it, so my turn? You promised me an orgasm at midnight, remember?”

“Oh you poor thing. I promised you an orgasm after midnight. I never said how soon after.”

I could feel the color drain from my face as I realized the trap she set for me. “Oh god, no Katie, you can’t be serious.”

She smiled sweetly, “Just consider this payback for making me wait so long to have you again.” I started begging profusely to have mercy, to untie me, to do anything other than tease me. She quickly tired of it, grabbed her panties from the floor and shoved them into my mouth. She was then back to her earlier game, but since I could no longer beg she never gave me a break. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered how much money is accumulating in the teapot right now, but the forefront just had one thought and that was if I don’t cum soon I’m going to die! At some point a week later, or maybe it was an hour, who knows? I could no longer focus on the clock. She stopped and made me another deal. “Tell you what. Lick me to one more orgasm and I’ll fuck you until you cum right after, promise.” I quickly nodded my head. So she removed her panties from my mouth and this time sat on my face in a 69 position so she could continue her teasing onslaught as I ravenously devoured her, trying to make her cum as quickly as possible. Just as before, she stayed in place until she came twice.

Once she settled down, she got off of me and out of bed. “Well that was wonderful! So eager to please, a gal could get used to this.” I simply moaned in response. “Oh, I know hon. It’s your turn now, let me just grab one more thing from my bag.” I watched as she pulled out a condom and a tube of what I assumed was some sort of lube. She squeezed out a large amount and spread it all over my cock. It wasn’t lube, but some sort of cream. Once that was done she put the condom on me and slowly slid me inside her. It felt incredible at first, as she very slowly slid up and down me, but soon the sensations lessened until I could barely feel anything, but that didn’t stop her from picking up the pace.

I started to get a bit worried, “Uh Katie, I think something’s wrong, I can’t feel anything.”

“Oh, that. No, you’re fine, I just put a little desensitizing cream on you, and the condom is desensitizing too. You wouldn’t last 10 seconds otherwise, and I want to enjoy this ride, so just relax.” And enjoy the ride she did. She came a few more times before the cream finally started wearing off and I could feel a little more, then a little more.

Suddenly my own orgasm was quickly approaching. “Oh jesus, Katie, I think I’m going to cum.”

“Yes baby, do it, cum for me. But try and hold it back for as long as you can. Trust me, it will be amazing.” Like a fool, I obeyed, but fortunately there was no holding this back. After a week of constant teasing I came harder than I thought possible. I was ready to collapse with exhaustion, but she was still riding me. Normally, I’m extremely sensitive after an orgasm and this would be torture, but the cream was still dulling it just enough and my erection never wavered. It took some time, but I was finding myself on the edge again. And from the sound of it, so was Katie. We came together as she collapsed on top of me, exhausted from her efforts. With the last of her energy she untied me from the bed and stripped out of her lingerie so she was completely naked. I removed the wrist cuffs and threw out the condom, then we laid in bed holding each other. Sleep soon followed.

We both slept pretty late the following morning. And by morning, I mean afternoon. It’s quarter after twelve! I give Katie a few kisses to wake her up. She smiles then shoos me away, “C’mon, it’s too early. I did all the work last night, let me sleep in a bit.”

“Sweetheart, it’s already after twelve.”

“No shit? Okay, okay, I’m up.” We both get out of bed and stagger around to piece ourselves together, including trips to the bathroom and throwing on some sweatpants and t-shirts. Even though it’s lunchtime, I still throw some breakfast together for us.

As we sit at the kitchen table eating I ask, “So how long have you been planning last night?”

She giggles, “Since about five seconds after your crazy idea to make us wait. Don’t get me wrong, it was sweet, and I hate to admit it, but you were right. It was good for us to spend time together without relying on sex. I just figured if you enjoyed waiting so much, I’d make you wait just a little bit longer. I hope that wasn’t too much for you. I know I gave you a taste last week and a warning, but it’s not the same as experiencing it.”

“Oh no. I mean yeah, during I was losing my mind, especially after waiting a week, but the whole night was amazing. You haven’t scared me away yet, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

She flashed a wicked smile, “Good, I’ll have to keep pushing you, then.”

“Hmmm, not sure if I should be scared or excited.”

“Probably both. But don’t worry, I won’t do anything to hurt you if you don’t like it. I’d never hurt someone I love.”

That caught me off guard, “Love?”

She blushed and looked down, “Well, care for…a lot.”

“No, no. It’s ok. I think I love you too.” We both grinned like idiots and finished our food as we switched the conversation to less serious topics and simply enjoyed each other’s company.

Eventually she turned the conversation back towards my mysterious new employment, “It’s driving me crazy, what are you doing for money now? You’ve been so vague about it.”

I sigh and decide it’s time to come clean and trust her, “You’re right. I’ll show you, but you aren’t going to believe it. Go into the bedroom, I’ll be right there.”

As she heads towards the bedroom, I grab the teapot from the coat closet by the front door. That was as far away as I could hide it in my small apartment. As I enter the room carrying the teapot, she asks, “Oh, are you selling antiques?”

I simply laugh as I bring out the teapot, “No, not exactly.” I open the teapot and show her the hundred dollar bills lying inside.

She looks inside, “So you hide money in a teapot, but where do you get the money?”

“From here. This was empty last night before you came over. Actually, you made these.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Victor, you aren’t making sense.”

“It’s probably best I just show you.” I dump the money out on my dresser and show her it’s empty like a magician playing to the audience. I set the teapot on the ground then take off my pants and sit on the bed. “Tease me like you did last night, bring me right to the edge of cumming and stop.”

“If this is just a weird trick to get more sex, you don’t need to do that. In case you haven’t noticed, I really enjoy sex too.”

I laugh, “No, c’mon, I trusted you last night, so trust me now.”

“Fair enough.” She got down on her knees in front of me and took me in her mouth. I was already hard from holding the teapot, and just seconds after feeling her mouth I was throbbing. It wasn’t much longer that I could feel an orgasm approaching. I was about to warn her but she already knew and was gradually slowing down, dragging it out. When I thought I couldn’t take anymore without exploding, she slowly slid me out of her mouth and leaned back looking at me. “Okay, now what?” After a moment to catch my breath, I told her to look in the teapot. She did and pulled out a single dollar bill. “A dollar? So what, we must have missed it. Where did the hundreds come from?”

“We didn’t miss it, it was empty. It just appeared after you edged me.” Her look said it all, she thought I was crazy. “Make sure it’s empty, and edge me again.” This time she thoroughly looked inside and confirmed nothing was there, then took me back in her mouth. She stopped playing around and just quickly took me back to the edge and stopped. She looked back in the teapot and sure enough another dollar bill was waiting for her.

“Wait, so you’re telling me anytime you get close to cumming money appears? But why just a buck? Where did those hundreds come from?” So I explain everything from my birthday to my experimenting and figuring out the “rules” to the binge money making I went through the past week. She’s still kneeling on the floor in front of me, still not really believing but unable to explain what she’s seeing. Without a word she sucks me again, edging me three times quickly with very little break in between. I fall back on the bed, gasping for air, as she looks back and finds three more bills.

“Holy shit! So you’re telling me if you never came last night, these would have been hundreds?” Still trying to catch my breath, I tell her yes. “And those bills on your dresser are there because of all the times I got you close last night?” Finally able to sit up, I nod to her. “Well, shit, no wonder you quit and wanted to wait last week. So if you came right now, what would happen?”

“It would make dimes. Far as I can tell, I have to wait twenty four hours for each orgasm to get it back up. So late tonight it will be back up to tens, and by late Sunday night it will be hundreds again, assuming I don’t cum between now and then.”

“Oh wow, this is crazy. I still don’t really believe it. This is a joke, right? Like a magic trick.” I get up and bring out a large box from the closet and show her what’s inside. “Whoa…”

“Yeah, that’s about a year’s salary from just a week of playing with myself.”

“Jesus, you must have really been going insane last night. I actually feel kind of bad now.” I reassure her that it was fine and I knew what I was getting myself into, sort of. She appeared relieved, “Well good. At least now I don’t have to worry about pushing you too far. I never would have teased you like that if I knew.”

“Not just that, but this thing is also some kind of aphrodisiac. Just touching it gives me an instant erection and every night I don’t have an orgasm I have nothing but vivid sex dreams. I was wondering if it was affecting you too and that’s why you were so, uh, worked up that first night.”

“Do you think teasing me might make money too?”

I had wondered that myself. “I don’t know, maybe. But you came so many times last night, I’m not sure if it would just make pennies or nothing at all. Never tried that with myself.”

“Hmm, well we’ll just have to experiment on both of us one of these days and find out. So what do we do now?”

Now it was my turn to be confused, “What do you mean?”

“Well, obviously you trust me enough to share this with me, which I really appreciate by the way, so I’m guessing you want me to be your assistant?”

“Mostly I wanted to share this with you so you knew why I was acting weird about sex last week, and I didn’t want to have to hide it from you in the future. But you do seem to enjoy teasing me and you’re an expert at it. At the very least, we would need to time when we could do things. Or at least, when I could orgasm. Obviously, I have a pretty good stash that will last awhile, but I have no idea if this thing will work forever or run out of juice or magic or whatever the hell is making it work. So I’d like to take advantage of it while I can. Only thing I need to worry about after that is how to explain the magic money to anyone else, or the IRS for that matter.”

“I might be able to help with that, too. My brother is an accountant and I’m pretty sure some of his clients aren’t completely on the up and up. If we pay him enough, he’ll set us up with something.” A sad expression then came over her, “Does this mean no more sex this weekend?” I laughed, but instead of answering I got down on the floor and removed her clothes. We made love slowly and sweetly, a far cry from our previous exploits. After she came, she forced me to stop and get off of her, despite my protests. “Sorry big boy, you need to save it, but I promise I’ll make it up to you. We’ll figure something out, but for now you should control yourself.”

I grudgingly agree and we put our clothes back on. We spend the rest of the day discussing plans on how to maximize getting money from the teapot without anyone finding out about it or us getting in trouble, while not killing me or driving me insane in the process. She found time to talk with her brother. Luckily they have a good relationship and she trusts him, but not enough for all the details. She assures him it’s nothing dangerous or illegal, he agrees to help without asking questions but for a hefty 25%. Since it’s our best, and maybe only, option we go along with it knowing we can always make more and not everything has to go through him and the fictitious company he creates for us. We can just keep plenty of cash on hand.

In between handling all of the boring logistics, we manage to go out and have some fun together, including grabbing dinner and a shopping trip where we splurged a bit. Nothing too ridiculous or extravagant, mostly clothes and the like. Then Katie had the idea that we should be getting supplies for the new “business.” Not knowing what she was talking about, she first took me to a lingerie store where she spent a couple hours trying on and modeling for me just about everything they had. After picking out many of my favorites, she then drove us to a sex shop. Here she grabbed a few sets of padded leather restraints, a case of lube, a few more outfits we both thought looked sexy, and an assortment of other toys and devices, some I’d never even heard of before.

By the time we got back to my place it was getting a little late, and we were both still tired from last night’s activities, so we decided to actually do what we intended the night before and snuggle on the couch watching a movie. There was no talk of teapots, our money making plans or even sex in general, although I think we were both getting pretty horny anyway thanks to whatever that teapot is doing to us. Instead we just sat together and relaxed. We went to bed that night just holding each other, both ignoring my uncontrollable erection.

Once again my dreams were full of sex. Dammit, I forgot to put the teapot back by the front door. This time the dreams were all about Katie doing anything and everything to me, except letting me cum. When I awoke my penis was throbbing and Katie was moaning and thrashing in her sleep. If I didn’t know better I’d swear she was on the verge of an orgasm. Seconds later her eyes snapped open, her body shuddered and she did indeed have an orgasm. She looked around, a bit confused, still shaking off the cobwebs of sleep. Once she realized where she was, she could only muster, “What the fuck was that?”

“I guess it affects your dreams too.”

“Is that what you’ve been dealing with every night? Jesus, every dream was me having sex in one way or another, and just cumming non-stop. I’m not sure if my body was orgasming all night or just that one, but I still feel exhausted. How the hell can you deal with that?”

“Well, it’s a little different for me. In my dreams I never cum, just teased. But yeah, it doesn’t make things any easier and I don’t always feel too well rested.”

“Victor, are you sure you want to go through with this? Maybe you should just take what you have and get rid of the thing. This can’t be healthy for you. You could probably even get your old job back.”

The thought had occurred to me if I’m being honest, but the temptation of having all the money I’d ever need for the rest of my life is too much to pass up. “No, I’m sure. It isn’t that bad, plus it’s not like I have to keep it forever. I can sacrifice poor sleep for a little while to become stinking rich. It only seems to happen on the nights I don’t cum right before bed. Same for you, I guess. So as long as you have an orgasm before going to sleep you should be fine. And the further from the bed it is the less intense. That was stupid of me to leave it on the floor like that, sorry.”

She accepts my apology and we get up and grab some breakfast. Katie tells me she needs to go to her place to take care of some things and to take a nap in peace. She’s planning on taking a sick day tomorrow to come over and help me earn more money, but before she leaves she asks me to think this over and be sure. I spend the day cleaning my apartment and doing laundry, ignoring the teapot and my growing desires except for one edge I give myself just to make sure a ten dollar bill appears as expected. After another night of teasing dreams, I wake up Monday morning to my phone ringing. It’s Katie and she’s eager to get started, that is assuming I haven’t changed my mind. I assure her I haven’t and tell her to come over whenever she’s ready. I quickly hop in the shower and clean myself up for her.

Soon Katie arrives and we kiss our hellos. I can tell she’s eager to start, but at the same time concerned for me. I reassure her that I know what I’m getting myself into and that she should just let loose and have fun with it like she did before she knew what that thing was doing to me. She tries to establish some sort of safeword for me, but I talk her out of it knowing I’d too easily use it if I had an out. This will work best if she has full control. However, we do agree to take a few breaks throughout the day for meals and bathroom needs.

We head to the bedroom, I strip out of my clothes and we go through some of the toys we bought that weekend. I had already attached the restraints to my bed, both for my wrists and ankles, and we also bought something to attach to my waist and thighs to really limit my movements. I get into bed and Katie helps me attach all of the restraints to me. Once secured, I realize I’m not going anywhere until she decides I can. “Okay babe, last chance, are you sure you’re up to this?”

I smile back, and with a little bravado say, “Yes ma’am, do your worse.”

She just laughs and shakes her head, “Okay tough guy, I’ll be right back. Don’t start without me!” and she leaves the room. I’m left alone with my thoughts and already erect penis. Some self-doubt creeps in a bit while I’m waiting, wondering if I’ve bitten off more than I can chew, but those thoughts and any others flee when Katie walks back into the room wearing one of the outfits we bought this weekend. She looks stunning in a fishnet body stocking, and I tell her so. “Sweet talker, but that’s not going to save you.”

The rest of the morning quickly turns into a blur. She doesn’t take her time teasing me like before, instead she quickly strokes or sucks or even fucks me, eager to get me to the edge. Each time she pauses just long enough for me to catch my breath before she starts again. When the time it takes to edge me becomes too short she gives my cock a break by riding my face until she cums and then starts on me all over again. It’s not too long into these cycles that I start begging and don’t stop until she goes into our new toy bag and pulls out a ball gag. Once in place, she can continue in peace, aside from my constant moaning. The gag only comes out when she wants more oral attention and once she’s satisfied goes right back in place. Finally she pulls the same desensitizing trick as before, and rides me for a while, stopping as soon as enough feeling returns and I once again am getting close.

At that point she leaves the room and I can hear the shower running. I’m left, bound and gagged with a hard cock, covered in sweat, lube and her juices. She comes back in wearing a t-shirt and sweats singing, “Lunchtime!” She removes my gag, releases me from the bed, and helps me to my feet. I simply throw on a robe and after a quick bathroom break we go to the kitchen where a sandwich and water are waiting for me. I greedily gulp the water and devour the sandwich. “How are we doing? We can stop if you need to.”

I shake my head, “No. I mean, I do want to stop and just cum like crazy, but let’s keep going, I’m doing fine.” After resting for a few more minutes we go back in the room and she ties me down same as before, gag included. Once again, Katie is about to leave me alone, I’m assuming to put on a different killer outfit, but first she attaches a small vibrator to my cock. She places it in a position and such a low setting that I doubt could ever make me cum, but just be stimulating enough to keep me going crazy. She’s gone for a little longer this time and I’m pretty sure I hear the TV from the other room.

Eventually she returns, this time in all leather looking like a dominatrix. She removes the vibrator and lightly slaps my balls causing me to yell into the gag in pain. “Ready for round two?” My second shift is very similar to the first, but this time instead of licking her, my breaks consist of her twisting, pulling, squeezing and smacking my balls. The pain is more than enough to keep an orgasm at bay, and as the session goes on they are becoming more and more sensitive. This is the point where I would have called it quits if I were able, but since I insisted on no escape I’m forced to endure. I’m yelling, screaming and begging into the gag to no avail. She is relentless, stroking me to the brink and slapping me away. Sucking me to the edge and squeezing until it passes. Finally she stops and gets off the bed, leaving me panting wildly trying to suck enough air in through my nostrils. She returns with a Hitachi vibrator, yet another treasure found this weekend. She sits in front of me, between my stretched out legs, and forces me to watch her use it on herself to cum for the first time in this session. Once she has finished and calms down, she leaves the room, and me alone.

I’m not alone for too long as she comes back into the room wearing a robe, releasing me for dinner. We don’t say much as we eat. I’m pretty much exhausted and have no words, while Katie looks like someone itching for their next score. I underestimated how much she enjoys this. Who knew the cool woman from the office was so kinky? She practically drags me back to the bedroom and gets me back in place, same as before minus the gag. Standing next to the bed she drops the robe to reveal her gorgeous, naked body. She crawls into bed on top of me and we kiss for some time. Instead of resuming the teasing she says, “I’m actually getting pretty tired but I want to try one more thing before we finish.” She then hops out of bed and grabs the teapot from the closet. As she walks towards me with it in her hands, her legs quiver and buckle slightly. “Holy shit! Is this what you feel like when you touch it? I almost came just from picking it up!” Before I could answer, with the teapot clinched to her breast, she hopped onto the bed and my face. As soon as I started licking, she started cumming. It was hard to tell if she had several orgasms or just one long one that never seemed to end, but the teapot definitely had an effect on her. She finally collapsed forward, unable to take any more. Gasping for breath, “Oh my god, you have to try this. You really need to cum while touching it, that was the most intense thing I have ever experienced. What do you say? Are you ready?

I quickly nod, “God, yes, yes please!”

She just laughs as she turns around and straddles me, slowly putting my cock inside of her. She then takes the teapot and sets it on my chest, holding it in place. Instantly I feel a surge through my cock as she starts slowly riding me up and down. Gradually her pace quickens and moments later she cums again and I can finally feel my own orgasm fast approaching. Faster she goes and closer I get, until finally I’m on edge and about to explode inside of her but then, I don’t. She isn’t stopping, in fact she’s going faster, but the orgasm that feels like is just a stroke away eludes me. Katie is too lost in her own pleasures to notice, she simply keeps riding me, telling me to cum, but I can’t. I can feel the teapot on my chest bouncing around as more bills are being created while I ride the razor’s edge of a long overdue orgasm. Katie is oblivious to my state and my begging and pleading for her to stop, she just keeps riding and riding, torturing me with every stroke. It isn’t until she falls towards me does she stop, exhausted from her efforts, and she sees the frantic look on my face. “I’m sorry, honey. Did you get too sensitive from cumming? I just couldn’t stop, I…”