My [F] forced orgasm experience with a married man contd. (part 3)

All right. I’m not proud of it. But I caved, and met with Sam again about a month later when he was “in the city” for work. I hated myself while texting him that I’d be there, both because I was now officially complicit in cheating – with a married man no less – and also because I couldn’t let go of how incredible last time had been. So I rocked up to the hotel room in jeans and a sweater, to try and compensate for how skeevy I felt.

That lasted about 10 min.

Sam had let me know ahead of time that he wanted to do something different this time – he’d brought a Womanizer sex toy, which is basically this little suction pump that goes over your clit and then uses air to…suck on it, for lack of a better word. I’d watched a couple videos of it online beforehand and was already pretty damp between the legs by the time I saw Sam sitting at the edge of the bed, looking as ordinary as ever like he hadn’t had been making me beg for it a couple weeks ago.

“How about a blindfold this time?” he asked.

I was really reluctant at first. But Sam kept kissing me, rubbing my clit through my underwear and squeezing my breasts so sensually, that eventually we agreed to compromise with some light restraints. We both eagerly stripped out of our clothing; Sam used our belts to tie my legs to the bed posts, and a shirt to bind my hands together. Spread out before him I again felt that desire to just surrender and let him dominate me completely, and my pussy clenched involuntarily in excitement. Sam saw and grinned.

“Don’t be quiet,” he said before pressing the Womanizer to my clit.

Holy shit. I’d never had oral before that moment, but this must have been like being eaten out turned up to an eleven. The relentless, pinpoint suction on my clit, combined with Sam’s finger stroking the remaining part of my clitoral hood, sent orgasm after orgasm ripping up my spine. It was zero to sixty nonstop coming; the more I thrashed and realized I just had to lie there and take it, the harder I came. “Fuck, you’re totally wrung out,” Sam laughed what must have been twenty minutes in, and I looked down in surprise to see that I was STILL SQUIRTING onto the mattress, a huge wet spot forming between me and Sam. I don’t remember what I said in response, but I do remember kind of going out of body as Sam kept pulling indescribable pleasure from my clit with his small toy, chanting “yes yes yes yes” and “oh god fuck so good” like the cheesiest porn star. But it was that good. By the time Sam was done working my clit into total submission, my legs were shaking like Jello, I was in stunned tears from the pleasure and pain, and my pussy was vibrating with residual aftershocks.

Sam ran a finger through all the juices and lube down there. “Can I have your legs now?” he asked, and I nodded. Sam untied my legs, turned me onto my side, and easily slid the head of his dick through the hot junction where the tops of my thighs met. Over and over, he’d pound me in imitation-fucking, and as I came out of my cum-drunk stupor I began to actually enjoy the way his balls slapped against my ass when he slammed in, how the tip of his cock pushed the lips of my pussy apart and ground right over the nub of my oversensitized clit. “That’s my good girl,” Sam started to pant as he began to squeeze my small breasts in his large hands, rolling my tits between his fingers and sometimes pinching them. He was fucking my thighs in earnest now, so I squeezed them as tightly as I could, trying to make it feel good for him and pretending Sam was actually fucking my virgin pussy, that his cock was working my tight walls apart until they gripped him in orgasm. Even though I still intellectually knew it was a dumb and stupidly risky thing to do, the thought excited me now rather than seeming scary.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7og5hr/my_f_forced_orgasm_experience_with_a_married_man