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Halloween Dreams: Margaret

That’s it Margaret, take it.

You fantasised so much about us fulfilling your desires. Those deep longings to experience what it’d be like with other women, those who know exactly what these sensations feel like.

In this dream, you can sink back and simply give in. Don’t worry, you won’t pass out no matter how many times we make you come. That’s it, let me press my lips to yours, let me feed on your pleasure once again.

I want to feel you moan so deeply into my mouth with every climax. Her fingers won’t stop relentlessly working you over. I promise.

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Coven

Good girl. Keep still.

A little self control now will go a long way for later. After all, we’re all going to be taking a turn. We want to see how you cope with the need, the flaming desire building up inside you. We want to be sure that you can take it.

After all, your orgasm needs to be earned. There’s no chance of it without every one of us giving our approval. This is what you wanted; you know of the delights we can provide. You came to us fully prepared to give yourself over for a chance to sample the joys you have heard about. Yet, is this already perhaps a little much for you?

Is your body perhaps betraying you so soon? I think you weren’t quite ready for how much it would arouse you to be watched like this, to be so on display, to be at the center – a feast for us to each savour.

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Don’t think that we didn’t notice how much louder you moaned when you saw me looking up at you when she was teasing your pussy. That moment when we locked eyes, just for a split second, let me know that there was no way you were going to hold out.

You’ve done well to stop yourself from begging us to make you come. Though now that her mouth is fiercely working your sweet treasure to a frenzy, I fear that it’ll be any moment now that you give in and ask us for release.

That’s it, keep looking down and watching your sex being devoured. Keep focusing on how her lips press seamlessly against your mound, as if she was always designed to be right there.

So close yet so far away to everything you desire. Your choice between a brief moment of relief and hours of torment, or a test of torment and a lifetime beyond your dreams…

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It hasn’t been that long. You seem to be trying to concentrate awfully hard. Are you trying really hard to not erupt in ecstasy so soon? Or are you perhaps just focused very hard on how her mouth feels against your delicate pussy?

How does it feel being completely naked in front of us, having your intimacy be eaten out before our very eyes?

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Good girl. Keep still.

A little self control now will go a long way for later. After all, we’re all going to be taking a turn. We want to see how you cope with the need, the flaming desire building up inside you. We want to be sure that you can take it.

After all, your orgasm needs to be earned. There’s no chance of it without every one of us giving our approval. This is what you wanted; you know of the delights we can provide. You came to us fully prepared to give yourself over for a chance to sample the joys you have heard about. Yet, is this already perhaps a little much for you?

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They informed you that with their wish fulfilment package, they would stop nothing short of fulfilling whatever desire you requested.

Now that your body is on fire and your pussy is a swollen inferno of over-stimulation, now that your screams and pleas are doing nothing to slow them down, you begin to wish that you hadn’t solely instructed them simply to make you come until you passed out.

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Just imagine being in her position right now, completely lost in the sensations, trapped in the eroticism. 

That motion along your chest, those fleeting little sensations up and down your cleavage, leading that scenic pathway to those slowly stiffening peaks. The little pinch that makes you feel those sharp little tugs from her pursed lips. It’s only when you are desperate for more, once you cannot stand the attention placed solely on your chest, that the motions lead downwards. 

Just trailing along your thighs, leading that swirling dance towards that coveted space. The tender motions, almost like brushstrokes, sweep closer and closer until your hips plead for contact. 

You can feel it so clearly as the lips press right there, the way your wrists would strain against those bonds in a bid for some resemblance of control. Behind the blindfold, you can imagine countless lovers and idols of lust. All of them feasting so intently upon that soft, sweet sex. How that mouth would work you to a frenzy, just keeping you held in the clutches of bliss but never quite unleashing the fury you need. Always keeping steady enough to not let you veer too close. Not quite to get you to the edge repeatedly, but instead to merely take the very longest route.

On and on that mouth suckles and caresses, like the slowest masturbation, just enough to build it, but so slowly it takes every ounce of control not to speed up. At this speed, you know what that wondrous lover between your legs knows; once you finally climax, it will feel more intense than any other way you’ve masturbated before. But it won’t stop or speed up. That pace will keep you held in the grasp of that orgasm for the longest time possible.

That’s it, get ready for it. You know it’s coming…

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For so long, you’ll think that it’s about teasing you. You’ll think that is why I restrained you. Those delicious little moments when you sway those hips and tense that cute ass of yours, hoping to entice me to let you come. Perhaps in those minutes, while you aren’t quite teetering on the brink, you’ll wonder whether you’ll handle the orgasm to follow, whether I’ll push you too much, but that passes; your need to orgasm pushes all else aside. 

It’s during those most intense periods when it’s hard to tell whether that shine to your skin is still just from the massage oil or from sweat; that is when the real begging starts. But it is just before the first orgasm hits you, just when my fingers slip within you, that you realise that the bonds that hold you are going to feel just that bit tighter very soon. 

At first, you don’t pull so hard, simply caught up in the pure rapture that encases you. However, when you come down and realise it isn’t stopping, then you know there’s no going back. They feel so tight around your wrists and legs, as if every orgasm tightens them just that little more as if it’s the rope itself that wants to torture you. No matter whether it is the fingers or the vibrator working your pussy to a frenzy over and over again, every time you orgasm, your sex feels just that little more exposed and helpless. 

You keep asking yourself the question whether, after I have used the vibrator and after I’ve used my fingers to make you scream out, I’ll let you go. You should instead be asking yourself, once she’s used the vibrator and her fingers on me, will she then use her mouth?

After all, why do you think I restrained you so securely like this?

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