So close, yet so far away.

You both struggle to keep that orgasm at bay, feeling it pumping through you as if trying to force its way through your bodies. You keep changing the pace, speeding up, slowing down and changing rhythm, always to keep the other on the edge as much as you can, while making sure neither of you goes over.

It gets harder and harder to think about the other, all your attention seems focused on your own body, concentrating so desperately on keeping yourself on the brink of climax.

This is the most beautiful agony you have ever felt together, even as it keeps getting more unbearably wet and tense, you want to make it last until there is no more willpower left.

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Twenty-Five

I remember when we were out in public, and you whispered to me in that sultry little voice of yours, “If I wanted you to give me 25 orgasms right now, what would you do?” I didn’t answer, I just looked at you, and I know that even now, you haven’t forgotten that wicked, devilish smile and intense look I gave you.

It didn’t take long for me to get the chance to show you just what I would do, the chance to get you alone here, to tape you up in just the way that makes you tingle inside.

How did it feel to have that first orgasm denied? To think you were going to feel the first of 25 orgasms in an instant hit you hard, only to feel the vibrator pull away. However it felt, I could certainly hear the anguish in every moan for me to give it to you, pleading with me to stop teasing you once I had done it a further 10 times. After denying you of 25 orgasms in succession, it was clear that you never expected to be put in this kind of state, in such desperate need for the orgasms you had whispered for. I was consistent; not only did I deny every single orgasm right at the final moment, but I also made you beg for it after every single one.

Now I am going to use this vibrator on its highest setting and not move it away from you. I am going to make you come 25 times in a row, just like how you wanted. The thing is, I’m not going to give you any rest. This vibrator isn’t going to move away from your pussy for a second.

Now… this blindfold can stay on, just so you can focus even more on these powerful vibrations, concentrating on that delicate little part of your body. Every single time you tell me that it is too intense, that you want me to stop, I am going to remind you that you begged me for every single one.

Yes, I can hear you… but you begged me to give them to you, remember? Every. Single. Orgasm.

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The way your back arches to me…

The way your ass cheeks press firmly against my hips…

The way your pussy clenches tighter around my cock…

It all lets me know that pressing my fingers right here is all you truly want me to do, no matter how you react.

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To feel the body of another quiver and twitch in rapture against your own. The height of existence.

No matter how intense, however much you convulse in ecstasy, how tightly the grip signals for things to slow down or give respite, it must continue.

You’ve taken all you can take, now let me give you more.

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Naked, defenceless, teased to a frenzy… succumb to the sweet surrender.

At first, you’ll take it. You’ll relent to the desire erupting from your sex right now. Every trail of thought had led to this moment, your hips rising as you are carried off into a wave of intoxicating bliss. Overcome by pleasure as if being lost in a dream.

Suddenly you will be ripped back into the world once more, his world, when you feel that burning sensitivity quiver beneath his tongue, within his mouth. Your body tries to fight it, to repel the addictive, cascading torture being heaped upon it, but your mind knows it is useless; you are his. The shackles deny you the mildest chance to protect your throbbing pussy. The torment you feel now is nothing compared to the knowledge that you are helpless, defenceless to stop the unrelenting feast of your epicentre for as long as your consciousness can withstand. 

You give in to the torrent of pleasure that floods through you; you are nothing more than his orgasm doll. Every twitch, every shudder, every convulsion of pleasure drives you deeper into the realms of wonderful agony that you are buried in.

You won’t break the cuffs. You won’t crawl away. You won’t be given a rest.

You will simply come.

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Dungeon

Lowered into the dungeon, she knew what to expect, though this did nothing to calm her. She knew she would be theirs, a helpless feast thrown to the wolves. Sex starved and ravenous for the sweet touch of a woman, these men were confined here in the dungeon merely for the amusement of the royalty, a royalty which this young woman had gravely offended.

These sex craving beasts, turned more animal than man, had no interest in what the girl had done to deserve the punishment of being tied and lowered into the dungeon; constantly kept aroused and pumped with aphrodisiacs, their attention was solely on the the feast before them.

The scent of testosterone seemed to engulf her, she knew screaming was useless, yet as they were released one by one onto her to each have their turn, all she did was scream and scream. Conditioned to forego sexual penetration, they each fondled her body and devoured her pussy like starving animals… sucking and eating her out like it was the last thing they would ever do, not stopping until their jaws locked up.

No matter how sensitive her pussy got, this rough feasting on her sex would not cease. After the last had taken his turn with her, having savoured her sexual essence, the whole pack would be released at once, to each fight over her still throbbing, swollen red pussy. She would be able to do nothing but writhe in the centre of the battle for her sex, feeling her delicate womanhood being ravaged by lusting mouths, each being pulled away for the next aggressive victor to have his fill.

Once a woman of luxury, now reduced to nothing more than a prize. Having lived such a sheltered life, she had truly fantasised about being put in this scenario, to feel such helpless pleasure. Deep down, she almost hoped to suffer this punishment from the royalty she had offended. Now that she was here, however, the experience was beyond what she had imagined… an intensity beyond her comprehension. For the first time in her life, she knew what it felt like to climax so hard it almost hurt. Whenever she masturbated while fantasising about the scenario, she could at least stop when it got too much; here, she would be given no such mercy.

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