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An Exhausting Day
by AnonByDesign (no address provided)
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Short little bondage/orgasm control story I had in my
head. A woman is tied to a chair and forced to come
forever (so to speak). Her reactions receiving
nonstop pleasure with no control. (MF, forced, oral,
bd)
***
She 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 lewdly and
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 sweet
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
absorbs most of it. Even with her earmuffs on she
feels the vibrations of her throat rumble her skin.
Rumble like vibration. She is forced to think about
what she was trying so hard not to, the vibrating
chorus going on underneath her. She feels another
orgasm coming on, tries to fight it, and squirms
again.
Her nipple sing in pain and pleasure, this time it's
a distraction, and she regains control of her body
for a few blessed seconds. But with no sight or sound
she has nothing to focus on but the pleasure. 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, in her minds darkness she sees color
splashes more vibrant than any artist. It can't get
better than that can it?
*
She comes down from her high 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 and popped 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 wraps 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 her ear
muffs being removed, and a new sensation: warm moist
lips on hers. She reacts back as his tongue caresses
hers. The delicate dance only lovers know. The ear
muffs are taken off and 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 and sleeps
deeply, dreaming on when she can do it again.
After all, she had an exhausting day.
THE END
Authors note: First story I've written since high
school, so I hope you enjoy it.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a
trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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