Evan and Fiona had hoped their outfits would titillate as much as possible. Fiona’s Playboy Bunny costume and her boyfriend’s skimpy butler attire had turned many heads, much to their joy. Fiona’s corset bodysuit and black sheer stockings ensured that every curve of her body was accentuated magnificently. She felt incredibly sexy. Because Evan was wearing even less clothing than her – just a tiny thong, waist jacket and bowtie, she didn’t even feel self-conscious about her own skimpy outfit. It had been the perfect Halloween party: good company, plenty of fun and laughter, and a little arousing to see all of the sexy outfits on display.
It was once the pair returned home that things changed. They had already torn one another’s clothing away to unleash the pent-up arousal from the party. At some point during their sexual escapade, while they were hot and heavy and so close to fulfilling one another’s desires, they both were whisked away to another place. It was so instantaneous that as they looked around and realised they were no longer in their own bedroom, they were still in the middle of intercourse. Evan was still fully penetrating Fiona.
Evan couldn’t seem to control his hips, thrusting back and forth to continue fucking her as if he were merely a puppet on strings being made to move. Fiona’s wrists were tied above her head to the headboard of the bed they were on, held in place by Evan’s strong hands as he pummeled her. She couldn’t have moved away even if she wanted to, not that she had any intention of it; both of them were entirely captivated by each other’s bodies and lust beyond all reasoning coursed through the pair.
As much as the pair could, they glanced around now and again, struggling to take their eyes off one another. It appeared that they were on a porn set. Cameras were set up around them, yet it appeared that they were alone. Somehow, the cameras were moving as if following their movements. It was like the set had been created solely for their own fantasy to play out. The slightest whispers could occasionally be heard around them, as if a director were calling the action. These remarks were dictating Evan’s actions.
“Thrust into her faster. Good. Now caress her chest.
“Make sure to pull out almost entirely so we can see how much of you is thrusting back inside her.
“Hands back on her hips now so we can get just her upper body in frame. That’s it! Our playgirl is looking gorgeous. Go ahead and arch your back for the camera when you come.”
Having already been so hyper-aroused and having Evan fucking her restlessly while she was restrained – something that always turned the submissive woman on enormously – along with the idea of being in a porn shoot, made Fiona climax intensely. Arching her back and screaming out, her orgasm took hold and didn’t seem to let go, as Evan continued to thrust throughout her orgasm and didn’t stop or slow down.
“That’s my star. Scream out again and let us know you’re coming hard.”
Having him not slow down made it a little too intense. Usually, he would have been unable to keep going at such a pace when she had come. Her orgasms always made him reach his moment quickly after. Having him pound her so roughly while she felt helpless was too much. She had never experienced him like this, acting in a more dominant manner than typical. The way Evan – as well as other men in the party – had looked at her made her know how much she was lusted after; having him do this with her added to the feeling of being physically wanted in such a manner. It seemed to ignite a deep sexual craving for more attention that stemmed from the attire she had worn. Even though having him continue to thrust while she was coming down from her orgasm was a little too much to take, she found herself quickly moaning out that she was close to coming again.
“Fuck her as intensely as you can; make sure we can really hear how hard and fast you’re slamming into her. Let’s hear the sound of your skin making contact and your balls slapping between her legs as you drill her.”
Evan, on the other hand, was not as lucky to be feeling those sweet surges of orgasmic release. Seeing Fiona dressed in that Playboy Bunny outfit had created many fantasies in his mind throughout the night, so even before they found themselves here, he was close to climax and had to slow down to hold back, at least until she came. Watching her climax drove him right to the brink, yet he still hadn’t come. Hearing her cry out that she was coming again would have instantly made him also hit that same cliff edge with her. This time, however, he was still held on the brink while continuing to thrust hard and fast.
This phantom adult movie shoot would not allow the action to be over. Evan could not come, no matter how much he needed to.
“Paw down the front of her body, let the audience imagine how it would feel to massage that gorgeous chest and feel her stomach as she rides your cock.”
Fiona couldn’t help herself from grinding her hips while Evan’s cock remained buried inside her. She could feel him pulsing and hear him saying that he needed to come so badly. Yet, she felt like she were in a trance, the need to orgasm repeatedly taking over everything else. She rode his cock to another orgasm and couldn’t stop herself from continuing to rock her hips and add friction inside even as it became too much. She typically could only orgasm a few times before needing it to be over. She felt just as over-sensitive in this scenario, yet something in her wouldn’t let it stop. It felt as if her body were possessed by something that needed to feed on orgasms. She tried hard to stop herself from rolling her hips, to give herself and Evan a little rest, yet she couldn’t control it.
“Beautiful. Keep rolling your hips like that. Make yourself come again without him even needing to thrust against you.”
As Fiona came again, Evan could only look down and watch as her slick pussy continued to grind against him. He needed desperately to thrust inside her, to try and relieve himself of the welling need to explode in that soft warmth that embraced his manhood.
“Great job, Fiona. That’s it; pull against those restraints as if you can’t take the pleasure any more. Beautiful. Make the women watching feel as if they can imagine how hard and big he feels inside.
“Right then, Evan, grip her hips and fuck her non-stop. Make all the men wish they could fuck her for so long without coming. Make them imagine having so much stamina that they could make her come so many times in a row.”
Evan was beside himself with need as he was manipulated by whatever unseen forces were content to torture him in this way. Whether holding Fiona’s legs open to look down and see her swollen redness caressing his length or grasping her hips to pound her roughly, he was held on the edge without any hope of release. Just a minute of being on the brink was too much to handle. He constantly begged for mercy. Being kept there for what felt like an hour had left him incoherent.
“That’s it. Women love hearing men moan like that, hearing how much you enjoy the feeling of her tight wet hole caressing every inch of your cock.”
He fought desperately to regain some kind of control of his hips, trying to slow down just a fraction. Not only would it have allowed him to receive a moment of rest from being held on the cusp, but it would have also given Fiona the rest she had begun to beg for.
“Good. Don’t stop fucking her. She keeps coming so hard and so frequently. When we film her from the side, it looks incredible watching her back arch to the pleasure that she can’t seem to comprehend. The sweat glistening from her body really creates such an appealing shine against her skin. Look right there… her pussy juice is actually dripping from between her legs and down his balls onto the mattress.
“She’s pulling against the restraints really hard now as if trying to regain some semblance of control. Having it not yield at all is adding to her arousal and making her come even harder.”
The disembodied voice describing what was happening to her seemed to keep the fuse ignited. As much as she wanted to stop climaxing – so overwhelmed by the pleasure that the ecstasy became almost excruciating – she couldn’t help it. The set that they were in was designed for orgasms, and orgasms were what would be exacted upon her.
“Penetrate her with so much ferocity, Evan. It’s as if you are taking your frustration out on her. That with every violent thrust, you’re trying to punish her pussy for experiencing again and again the orgasmic release that you want.”
However many times Evan was made to fuck orgasms from the screaming beauty beneath him, it never seemed to be enough for the invisible, demonic crew.
Fiona’s respite from the countless forced orgasms or Evan’s torturous need for release meant nothing to whatever entity kept them held in this cruel ordeal. Both wanted what the other had. One desperately needed to come, and the other desperately needed the orgasms to stop. Neither would get what they needed for a long, long time.
The writhing, glistening woman wished she didn’t elicit so much desire, so many hopes to see her shaking in the throes of ecstasy. Maybe if she didn’t squeal so seductively or if her body didn’t shiver so enticingly, she’d maybe not have been forced to suffer so much.
Whenever they returned to their bedroom, free from this prison of lust and torment, they would have a reminder of what they endured there – a videotape of their scenes together.
“Good. Good. Keep it up. We’ve got lots of positions and scenes to get through. We’ll spend the whole night if we need to.”
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