Jane squirms again in the chair. The ropes keep it to barely a wriggle. The sharp feeling courses from her nipples into her body as the clamps pull. Tied to something with elastic bands, they only pull when she moves. She can't move much anyway. Her hands are bound behind her, her legs spread open tied to the chair legs.
The pull is just enough though and as the pinching sensation flows from her puffy, stiff nipples into the rest of her body she comes again. She can feel
the juices splash out onto her thighs as she gushes out another orgasm, riding the wave of pleasure. She hadn't planned on coming, she couldn't help it.
The towel underneath her is sopping wet, and her juices drip onto the floor from the edges of the chair. She can't see it, but she feels it.She moans loudly, or tries to. The gag in her mouth stifles her moans.
She feels another orgasm coming on, tries to fight it, and squirms again.
Her nipple sting in pain and pleasure, this time it's a distraction, and she regains control of her body for a few blessed seconds.
She has nothing to focus on but the pleasure and simultaneous pain . The throbbing in her asshole brings her over the top again, and she screams in ecstasy as she comes again, her pussy juices flowing out over already soaked
equipment.
Taped to her clitoris is a vibrating egg, and boy is it powerful, almost as powerful as the full sized vibrator lodged in her vagina. Her ass pulses as the thrusting dildo thrusts away at her sore bottom. It's not a deep thrust, and not very powerful, but it does the job. Thrusting away, she can feel it sliding in and out of her sore little rosebud. Her pussy hums, and she tries not think about it, focus on anything
else. The taxes, that movie she watched last night, the weather, anything. Anything else at all! But she can't. She feels so good. Her pussy buzzs and a squelch is heard as Her squirming accidentally inserts both toys a little deeper into her swollen, used holes.
She feels the wave coming again. No! Not again! She's come so often, so much, she can't take it. She also can't stop it, she has no control now. This thought turns her on even more, and is the tipping point. She makes a guttural sound as she her gushing orgasm envelopes her. If she wasn't gagged someone would have probably reported a murder by now.
How many was that? Her twelfth orgasm? Her twentieth?
Bound and with no input other than the sensations in her body time is immeasurable. The thrusting in her
asshole is overpowering. Her clitoris is harder than it's ever been, and the bullet keeps buzzing away.
She feels the vibrations to her core, her body is linked now. Every pleasure center one with the next.
She strains against the ropes, feeling their tight
embrace around her limbs.
She moves her sweat glistened breasts back intentionally, and the clamps pull hard on her engorged nipples. So ecstatic. So good. Electricity
races through her. Her clit is on fire. Her pussy burns, her ass is so full. She bites into the gag,
her jaw feeling stiff and locked. Even the soreness feels good now. It enhances the sensations. She's
feeling so much at once, she can hardly contain herself. If only she could touch herself, run her hands down her creamy thighs, cup her heaving
breasts, if only...
It's coming again, she pulls, and the clamps pull, she grinds her hips as hard as she can against the soaked chair. The vibrator pushes deeper, the trusts in her ass feel like a miniature jackhammer. Yes! Oh god, yes! She comes again.
When will it end? How much more can she take?
Her pussy is swollen and puffy. Her ass is so loose, her clitoris so engorged. She comes again. The orgasm is almost blinding.
It can't get better than that can it?
Jane comes down from her orgasm trying not to focus on the buzzing down below, or the pounding in her sore little ass, and she feels something.
She can't see anything, and can barely hear, but she feels him in the room, watching her, a few seconds before she
feels the gag being un-strapped apopped out of her mouth.
Her jaw feels frozen. She moves it a bit and can feel the stiffness.
Then she feels something else. A warm, soft rod enters her mouth. Instinctively she raps her tongue around the head. She can feel hands on the side of her head pulling her face toward the cock that is now assaulting her already abused mouth. She sucks hard, caressing the invader with her serpentine tongue. She moves too much, her nipples strain against the clamps
again. Her pussy is still buzzing away. Her asshole still being stuffed. The cock in her mouth keeps pistoning in and out, becoming more frantic.
She continues to lick and suck, spit dribbling from her lips.
She is almost gagging now, but she does her best to please this man, the man who did this to her. Made her so helpless and made her lose control.' Put her here where every orifice is stuffed full, and overloaded her senses. Once more she tries to bellow
out a moan only to be silenced by the meaty, thick cock in her mouth. She grinds down, she pulls, she twists against the ropes, against the hands driving her head toward the bulbous penis in her throat.
And she comes again. It's unbelievable to her how intense this orgasm is. She can feel the fluid flowing from her ripe cunt like a river. Her head swims and she feels like she will pass out. The cock is driven deeper into her throat and she feels it pulsing, throbbing as it pumps warm, salty cum into her mouth. There's so much of it, it runs down her throat before she can consciously swallow. She can feel the sticky liquid coating her passage as it slides slowly down to her stomach. This makes her orgasm again, struggling not to clench her jaw shut.With a gasp her mouth is free. She struggles to gain a breath, still coming hard. The vibrations, the thrusting, she climaxes again in seconds each orgasm setting off a new chain.
Minutes go by seeming like hours. She has never felt this way before, but she
can't take anymore. Her mind will break from all this pleasure.
As if on cue, the buzzing stops. She feels new sensation: warm moist
lips on hers. She reacts back as his tongue caresses hers. The delicate dance only lovers know. She hears a whisper.
"Happy birthday Honey."
The ropes around her legs fall free and then her arms. Her legs are gently lifted in the air, and her hips come forward. The vibrator and the dildo slid out instantly, her holes loosened by their ordeal.
They gape open like the mouth of a cave with juices flowing forth onto an already saturated towel.
He carries her to the shower, and they make love once more. Her pussy is so swollen, but feels so good. He finishes inside her stretched out tunnel and the cum rolls out and washes down the drain.
She is tired beyond all measure, and he carries her to bed. She falls asleep in his arms, dreaming on when she can do it again.
After all, she had exhausting birthday.  |
