So I’ve recently had a break up, and was remembering some firsts with my ex. I’m quite shy in real life, and my ex loved embarrassing me, sexually. I think i’ve always had this desire to be a bit humiliated whilst experience pleasure all at the same time, and he really brought that out.
One time when I was in a bath with jets in this hotel we spent the weekend at. He went inside me, with my back against his chest, and me leaning back against him. I’m petite, so he easily spread my legs open so that the jet of water hit my clitoris directly. It felt like heaven, and pretty soon I came. However, when I went to close my legs again against the stream, he held them open – even wider spread than before – in an iron grip. Of course I get quite sensitive after orgasm, so panicked a bit. He found it amusing and said he enjoyed my vaginal clenches on his still cock, and in fact he wants to feel that a lot more, so that he can come solely from my spasming pussy. He looked deep in my eyes and told me unfortunately I wouldn’t be getting any rest between orgasms, and comforted me when I panicked, telling me its ok to be scared, and to just lean back into him. Of course I came again soon, and again. After each time my pussy got more and more hypersensitive, it was getting like torture. I looked down and saw his thick member deep inside, impaling me, as the water visibly battered my flailing vaginal lips and rushed against my swollen, red clit. I tried to squirm away, scream out, to no avail. Eventually he started moving ever so slowly in and out, adding further stimulation to my incredibly sensitive parts. He whispered in my ear how exposed I was, how spread open, how wildly I was grunted as my pussy got battered mercilessly by the water. How shameless I was as my breasts bounced joyfully with each orgasm. How it was ok to be scared and feel helpless in such a situation, but that he would not allow the orgasms to stop. Eventually, after I felt like I was on the verge of passing out from overstimulation, my legs limp and immobile, he took one hand and peeled back my clitoral hood, completely exposing my clit directly to the rush of water. At this point I was just whimpering, unable to scream, tears streaming down my face, drooling. He looked directly in my eyes, laughing at me, telling me to say thank you as I the torture continued between my legs. Never had I felt so embarrassed, vulnerable and feminine. My body completely yielded, and came and came and came.
Afterwards, as I was laying on the bed recovering, he insisted on cleaning my drooling pussy up. It was incredibly swollen and engorged. Every ultra-gentle contact of his tongue made me whimper and jolt. But I weathered the sensations as he cleaned me.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fz6d9x/fm_first_time_with_multiples_with_my_ex
Wow that was awesome hope you keep posting your an angel