“No more,” I sobbed after a particularly brutal orgasm that left the sybian soaked and my stomach cramping. I was no longer sitting on the sybian but slumped on it, too exhausted to do anything but take the mechanical cock still churning me open.
“One more,” Sam promised. And another, and another, until I’d forgotten the discomfort and that I’d ever been anything but right here, riding the perfect cock for my next vaginal, full-body orgasm
“I want you to get addicted to being fucked,” Sam admitted as he moved in front of me. The sybian was now on its third-highest setting and I was sweating out another orgasm in agonized pleasure, weakly moaning a combination of “Yes daddy” and “No more daddy.” “I want you to put yourself to work earning your orgasm,” Sam continued, moving to stand in front of me. He fed me his cock inch by inch, and I sucked at it eagerly, filled up at both ends as I rocked my hips with the sybian cock. Sam had overloaded me with sensation, and he talked about how well I took to being fucked and how I really should have done this sooner. I didn’t care about being a virgin anymore. I didn’t care that Sam had a family while I had his cock down my throat. All I cared about was that I was still coming in leg-shaking waves as the sybian cock rotated lazily through my vaginal walls, like some kind of slutty nymphomaniac. Nothing else mattered besides the dildo relentlessly fucking a space for itself into my pussy.
When I left Sam’s apartment, I would be the good, hardworking, respectable girl I’ve striven to be my whole life. Inside these four walls though, at that moment, I was leaving my virginity and my dignity to cum exactly as Sam instructed.
*
After the incident with the sybian, it was like all bets were off. Even though I had an array of sex toys at home from Sam, I lost most interest in masturbation. I realized that I needed to be FUCKED, and dominated, in exactly the way Sam did it. It was a purely sexual drive and all the more surprising because I’d never thought of myself as someone who would be led around by sex, even if I did enjoy it a lot. Now, with no virginity to worry about, Sam and I took every opportunity to have sex that we could. I still wouldn’t let him penetrate me and he agreed since we didn’t want to risk the condom breaking and I was still on parental health insurance (so no way to get birth control pills). But that didn’t stop us from doing…so much.
Sam’s an engineer, so eventually we added to our sybian play with other fucking machines. He made them all in his apartment, and we’d rush to meet there during our respective lunch breaks so I could deep throat his cock while getting fucked at Mach 3 by a perfectly curved, thick black dildo, or lay doggystyle while a vibrating cock moved lazily in and out of my tight walls until I squirted all over the towel. He would tie my legs apart so he could finger my G spot over and over while using the Womanizer on my clit, and I retaliated by squeezing my thighs extra tight when he fucked them in the shower later. Then we’d put our clothes back on and go back to our respective jobs, and I’d think about slide decks and networking until the next lunch break when my legs were in the air and I was presenting my pussy for Sam to control again.
“Spitroasting this weekend?” he’d text me at 2pm on a Thursday, and the following weekend, I’d ditch a running group to suck Sam’s cock happily while getting machine fucked on all fours, moaning “Thank you sir” when he came in my mouth and I orgasmed harder than ever around the dildo in my well-fucked pussy.
Sam’s bed became the most comfortable place in the world, the space where I would arrange myself as directed for a good hard dicking down and orgasm session while becoming intimately familiar with the slightly salty weight of his cock in my mouth. It was a refuge from awkward phone calls with my parents, who were in the throes of a messy divorce and still counseling me on how to find a “good husband”. When my boss at work kept me late with bullshit filings and briefings to do, I knew that if I just waited til tomorrow, Sam would have me sitting on the torturously thick sybian G-spot stimulator and riding it to a seventh orgasm in one hour. The more we slept together, the more insatiable we got, Sam turning my body into putty for his viewing pleasure and more often than not his physical pleasure as well.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7ogyqm/my_f_forced_orgasm_experience_with_a_married_man
Damn that was hot. Hopefully there’s more to the story.
Thank you for sharing this incredible experience. It demonstrates how fulfilling a fantasy can open our eyes to even greater pleasure. I hope this is not the end of learning more about you.
So hot. If you have more please post! Do you feel comfortable showing us a pic?
Wow! I read every part right after each other because it was incredibly hot thanks for sharing
Whoa. I’m really happy you found each other, and that you saw fit to give your insatiable vice a voice here.