He watched them strap her, blindfolded, to the table.
In the black room. In the silence.
The only light must have been a deliberate effect, a reflection, because blue ripples like water shimmered in the room. It made the entirety of the atmosphere feel fluid. Both comforting and unsettled.
They had removed her robe before laying her down in nakedness. Two attendants spread her legs wide, then back, and strapped them into black armatures. Her beautiful, shaved pussy unveiled itself like a tender orchid. Her clit ran smooth before flaring into sculpted lips. Those lips were already flaring and eager.
From somewhere above, the first drop of water fell.
It sparkled for a moment like diamond as it plummeted, then splashed onto her clit.
She gasped and slightly convulsed.
A couple of seconds later, another diamond. Another convulsion.
Her face crinkled with concern. Did she like this sensation? The covering on her eyes robbed her of any chance of preparation. The next drop hit, and she swallowed nervously. She turned her head from side to side. Another drop hit, and she bucked, but the restraints offered her no real shifting or avoidance.
He saw her try to calm. Almost fall into a trance.
Quite a few drops hit with little reaction except tiny squeezes in the creases of her forehead. She seemed to be pulling inward. To separate herself from the little, random assaults of the water.
But soon, her face flushed and began turning again, as if her brain felt caged and was pacing along the bars desperate to escape.
Then, she did fight. She wrenched and screamed, but to no avail. If anything, the position of her body forced her legs open further and thrust her pussy toward the ceiling.
The next drop exploded directly on her erect clit, and she shuddered. Her entire body shuddered and melted down.
Jesus, her hips were rocking, now eager for the next assault. She tensed when she expected the drop, but it didn’t come immediately. After a second of delay, it ripped a grunt from her as her clit glistened and fluttered.
The drops couldn’t come fast enough. The torture was now the wait. Her mouth moved as if gasping for air. The only respite seemed to be that brief millisecond when the next drop splashed.
Three black-clad attendants came into the room. Two were males with beautiful cocks protruding. One was female with just her crotch exposed.
The men rubbed their cocks on her face to let loose her unrestrained hunger. She sucked at them, slurped at them, and shook with earthquakes as the drops continued their tortuously slow march.
The cocks pulled back, and the woman ascended a couple of obscured, dark stairs. She reversed and squatted, bringing her pussy down to hover over the face of the man’s wife.
She licked as if starved for millennia. The woman moaned and slicked her pussy forward, again and again, to meet that ravenous tongue. But moments before the woman came in a volcanic eruption, she rose and took the molten heat of her pussy away.
She cried out, flailed, begged for that pussy to return, but in the end, all she could do was attempt to hump the air where the next drops would fall.
His cock spasmed as he watched those evilly wondrous drops lift her infinitely closer to orgasm. One…two……twenty………fifty.
Then, it came.
The blissful, rhythmic pussy contractions.
Her mouth froze in a silent scream.
The longest, most impossible orgasm began, fueled just a little more, a little more, a little more, with each drop.
It went on for minute after minute. He had never seen anything so gigantic on a person’s face. He started to think the orgasm was going to be her permanent state when she finally grunted a primal series of rolling, deep grunts. Then, it was over. His voyeur cock had drained rivers onto the chair and down to the floor.
He panted. Sweated. Moaned.
The attendants then came for him.
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