Okay, here it is. This is a story about totally-not-Karen who also happens to have a dick, because I felt like it. Get used to it bitch.

Tagging a few people:
@karen because it's about totally-not-her
and the following orgasm denial fetishists:
@cant_into
@nosleep
@pea
@lizzeboof
I don't remember any more!

This will be two posts because it's over the character limit.

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Finally, Kate was finished with work. She exhaled, breath ragged, face warm, head swimming.
âAre you okay?â Her co-worker asked. For a moment, she could not even remember his name. There was only one thing in her head and heart, beating like a drumbeat, loud, in time with her heart. All-consuming, head-eating need.
Jake. That was it. His name was Jake.
âIâm fine. Itâs just a fever.â Kate answered. The words tumbled out. She had to focus hard on whether the lie was believable. She probably looked flushed. It would probably be fine.
She didnât even hear his response. Her quivering legs were carrying her out of the restaurant and into the main deck corridor. She suddenly realised how much she was salivating.
Kateâs problem was her libido. Privacy was hard to come by on the ship, and sheâd known this when sheâd taken the job. For some reason, her brain had only parsed this in terms of personal space, bathroom and shower needs, and introversion versus extroversion. She had known of her overpowering libido all her adult life (and a fair chunk of her pre-adult life too) but in a cursed fit of cognitive dissonance, she had simply not put two and two together and considered what the lack of privacy would mean for her in a sexual sense.
Put simply, Kate, used to regular masturbation, had not had a chance to actually cum for weeks. There it was. The word was in her brain. âCum.â To ejaculate. To push out semen. To squirt cum out. To squeeeeeeze thick cum out of her dick. The words wouldnât stop. She could feel it pulsing, even as she walked, barely present in the room, barely seeing those around her over the red-filter drum-beat of her need.
To be blunt, Kate had a dick.
There. Another word. âDick.â Just thinking it got her harder. Why? She had always been embarrassed by it. Girls were supposed to have a pussy, thatâs what she thought, and sheâd often resented the fact that she not only had a dick, but also its size, its thickness, its virility. Another word. âVirile.â Meant fertile. Meant cumming. Meant cumming so much it stretched her urethra. Draining her balls. Cumming. Need. Need cumming.
Kate suddenly became aware that she had been whining these words under her breath. âNeed to cumâ¦. Need to cummmmâ¦...â Had anyone heard her? Was anyone even here? Forcing herself back into the present, she glanced around. Which deck was this? Which hall? How close was she to her small, poorly-insulated cabin? Took her a few moments to remember. Not much further now. Nobody around. Had anyone heard her earlier? It didnât matter.
âNobody around.â The thought stuck, and Kate began to rub her throbbing, slick, soaked dick through her skirt and pantyhose. She was careful to tuck it well against her body, but was now in the habit of tucking âupâ rather than âdownâ - she was erect virtually all of the time. Downwards would have been impossible.
Footsteps. Stop rubbing. Knees trembling. Still walking.
Finally. Kateâs cabin. Keycard in the lock. Wrong way. Red light. Deep breath. Try again. Fumble. Drop. Bend over. Get harder, bending over. Ass out. Pick up card. Put in lock. Red again. Think. Focus. Other way.
Green.
In.
Shut.
Locked.
Kate didnât wait.
Already, her cock was poking out of her pantyhose. Pushing it against her waist. Hurt good. She tore it down, off, ripped the top, didnât care. Panties down. Soaked. Ruined. How did nobody see? So much precum. So hard. So strong. So warm. Skirt up. Where is she now? Lying on the bed. Thatâs right. Quick check. Nobody here, right? Couldnât be. Her cabin. Her room. Open your ears, Kate. Listen. Is anyone out in the hall? Poor insulation. Someone could hear.
Nobody.
Finally, Kateâs hand wrapped around her dick. So hard. Looking down at it, her eyes fixated in pleasure and need. They must look mad, she thought. The mad, swirling eyes of the driven to distraction. She smiled, savoured the moment of anticipation.
And then.
Pounded.

@karen @cant_into @nosleep @pea @lizzeboof

Lights fizzed and popped in Kateâs brain as she pounded her thick, long, hard cock. She thrusted up at the air, fucking upwards, hips grinding, balls bouncing. She could feel her tongue pushing out of her mouth, licking her lips. Her eyes rolled.
Every single time she had tried this since she took this job, she had been interrupted. Voices in the hall. Idiots having a conversation just outside her door. Knocks on her cabin. Once, she had simply been too tired, and had fallen asleep. That wasnât happening now, was it? This wasnât a dream? She wasnât dreaming? She couldnât cum in dreams. She knew that from experience. This better not be a dream.
Kate pinched herself. Looked up at the clock. Forced it to make sense. This wasnât a dream.
And then, back to pounding. Back to hammering her hand up and down on her impossibly erect dick, so slick, so hot, so desperate. She let out a little squeal. Curled her toes. Enjoyed it. Please. Please donât interrupt me, she thought. Please let me have this. This time. Let me cum. Please. Just let me cum. Just let me shoot thick ropes out. I want it to hurt, Kate thought. I want it to push out so much it hurts as it comes out.
Balls heavy. Panting, squeaking, squirming, fucking upwards.
Nobody was there, right? Nobody hammering on the door? Nobody in the hall? Nothing to stop her cumming, right? Mental check. One by one. Slowing down her pounding a little to listen. But no, nothing, nothing now. No barriers. Cum, Kate, Cum. Just cum. Just push out your cum. Just push out your cum. Just PUSH out your CUM.
She was pounding again. How long had she been pounding? She didnât know. So hard. So much. Is her orgasm building? She couldnât tell. Canât tell. When is this? This is happening, right? Not just a memory? Is she mad? Did it already happen? Did she already cum? Was it just not enough? Focus. Concentrate. Is the dick in her hand erect or flaccid? Still hard. Okay. Didnât cum yet. Why isnât it happening?
Why isnât it happening?
Why isnât it happening?
And then. Suddenly. Kate felt it. The beginning of an orgasm. The rush. The feeling of her dick widening inside, ready to push out cum. Ready to soak herself. Ready to break herself. Please. Just cum.
And then,
Kateâs hand let go!
âNO!â she screamed, fucking the air madly, pounding up at NOTHING, her rock-hard cock SCREAMING, an INCH from orgasm, urethra pulsing, widening, ready, but nothing!
âNO! CUM! CUM!â She tried to force her hand to grip her dick again. Why was it by her side? Why was it down on the bed? Why wasnât she gripping? Why? Why wasnât she cumming?
And then, Kate realised she had gone mad.
She laughed. Kate laughed and clutched her hair and head and bit her fingers, her hard cock bouncing in the air, just a few strokes away from a mindblowing orgasm.
âAm I really doing this?â She asked herself, legs trembling, chest heaving, her arrogant, perky breasts dripping with sweat, her long auburn hair a trailing mess around her body, a heaving mass of sex.
She was. She was really doing this. Kate had a perfect opportunity to cum, and she was really wasting it. Flushing it completely down the toilet. Goodbye!
She looked down at her straining cock and laughed at it, as though it were not hers, as though it was someone elseâs, a thing to torture, a thing to tease. âYou canât cum!â She taunted it, giving it a teasing pat. âYou canât cum! Not now, not ever! Never ever ever!â She rolled the words on her tongue. Each âneverâ, each âeverâ, felt like a firework in her brain.
It took hours to cool down. To calm down. To stop sweating and laughing and panting. But she did it.
Finally, rolling over to sleep, Kate felt at peace. But wasnât there something wrong? Oh, yes, that thing, it was straining, pulsing as usual. Thatâs okay. Thatâs what it does.
Sighing calmly, Kate drifted off to sleep. âGoodnightâ, her lips whispered to the air. She barely registered the pool of precum now.
Kate had left cumming behind.

@DetectiveHyde I'm still at work,,,,,,