I taught you a lesson last night. Though that wasn’t my intention at the start of the evening.
I made you cum over and over– 21 times before I was through. Until you were just a delirious, shaky mess.
What I had originally planned for the evening played out. I teased you relentlessly– Often getting you just there and stopping all stimuli. Edging, stringing your body and mind along all night. You were on the verge of tears after the first 90 minutes. And in literal tears when I finally let you cum. That first orgasm I let you have was so hard; so deep. Afterwards, it sent your poor clit jumping with little aftershocks for a minute.
“Mm that was torture,” you say contently, smiling and falling back into the pillows.
“That was nothing of the sort,” I think to myself. You had the most glorious glow. I couldn’t wait to extinguish it. The night was on the verge of wrapping up, but after an understatement like that it was only barely just beginning. I just let you come, after a tantalizing 2 hours. I paid attention to each little spot that electrifies your nerves, heightens your senses, dulls your mind, and soaks your depths until you were a squirming, desperate wretch begging to orgasm. And eventually I did allow you to. All of that, all for you to call my gift torture.
I let you bask in it for a couple minutes, fully unknowing of what’s to come– telling you what a good girl you are, and how well you did. I lazily played with your hair and massaged your ass– Letting you recover mentally and physically a bit before absolutely destroying you.
There is something ethereal about wrecking a beautiful thing.
You thought the denial and wait for that orgasm were torture. You were about to learn how wrong you are. There is too much of a good thing, and you’ll be learning that tonight.
All the rest came easy after that– the next 20 orgasms. No edging at all. In fact, I hardly took time to stop. I ignored every bit of your body except your clit and the inch or so around it. Your first quick orgasm took about 3 minutes to bring on. Unwavering pressure on your clit that just got faster and faster until you were forced to come.
And you poor thing, it just went downhill from there. You resisted after that one. You had now come twice tonight; the first painstakingly drawn out, the second intense and fast. These next 19 would be like the latter, fast and forced.
Your body is mine, and I’ll make it cum when I please. That little button hidden shallowly in your cunt is mine to push. And I pushed it. Over and over. Three additional orgasms later and you are trying so hard to get me off your clit.
You know better than to try to pry my hands off you. You know you’re mine to touch, however I please.
I stop touching your clit for the first time in 12 minutes, right after you’ve come for the sixth time. You were clawing into my hand with yours.
I know you can take more than this, so much more. You’re going to wish you never sunk those manicured nails into me.
“Oh, sweetheart,” I say contritely, getting up and grabbing the wrist and ankle cuffs that are attached to the four corners of the bed. “You are going to regret digging those pretty little nails into me.”
I secure your limbs, and lean over you. You look worried and wild. Like an animal caught in a cage. There is still plenty of flame in you, you’re not broken yet.
Your chest is heaving, red and flustered. You may be bound, but you’re still defiant. You turn your head to break my gaze. You’re splayed out. So open. So accessible.
“Right,” I say, “Where were we?” I get comfortable between your legs, and you huff at me rather than respond. I continue unphased, “I think we were…” –I delicately grab your clit between my thumb and finger– “…right here.” You gasp and your hips buck as I roll my fingers around your swollen button.
You’re squirming furiously, but not getting anywhere. I continue, pinching and rolling your slick pearl, quickening my pace. Faster and faster, you’re trying harder and harder not to come. But you will.
And 9 seconds later, you do. Straining and trying so hard not to moan. You don’t want to enjoy it, but I know deep down you do. I quickly dip my fingers towards your honey pot, spreading your sweet, sticky honey upwards towards your clit. I don’t have to reach far, not even into you to drench my fingers.
I softly rehydrate your clit and the area of your labia surrounding it. Replenishing it, preparing it for the onslaught that’s to come. I waste no time beginning again. Working wet swirls around your little pink rose bud. Not pinching, just rubbing swiftly and relentlessly over you. Not letting up, keeping constant contact on your clit. Overstimulating it and the thousands of nerve endings within. You’re cumming again a little over a minute later.
It’s almost too easy. I’m sure you’d say it isn’t fair. But women are built to come over and over if they want to– or if you want them to. And it gets easier and easier the more they come. At least it does for you. Each orgasm may not be as strong or last as long, but coming again and again doesn’t seem to stop those compacted nerve endings from feeling and reacting.
I don’t stop. You growl a rabid “Ahhhh” as the next orgasm washes over you, buckling hard, your core clenching tight. You’re forced to ride it out and into the next one that hits 40 seconds later.
It’s intense. I can’t quite imagine what you’re feeling. So much stimulation, with such discomfort in between. Your discomfort is evident– You squirm to try to escape it, but you just end up helping me. Your movements adding to mine.
Your body spasms as you come for a eleventh time tonight. Your poor clitoris. It is swollen; your whole pussy is. Your labia now puffy, full petals eager to envelope a hard cock and glide it home into your hive. Ready to lubricate and grip it in place.
I bet you’d love that about now– To be filled up. You’ve told me before that cumming with nothing in you feels like something is missing. That it feels good, but not quite whole to come without anything inside you.
You don’t deserve to be filled. Not yet. No matter how badly your body wants it. You moan quietly as you come again, your pelvis twitching uncontrollably.
“How you doing, princess?,” I ask, slowing my strokes and circling around your clit, not touching it directly for the moment so I can get a coherent answer.
“Hmmfph,” you scoff quietly.
I dip back into you lips, soaking my fingers with your nectar, getting so close to the source.
“You’re going be like that?,” I ask with only a little threat in my voice, giving you a chance to change your answer.
You turned your head to the side dramatically, not looking at me. “Hmmfph!,” You repeat.
I grab your chin with my wet fingers, forcing your face center. “Well,” I say coolly, running my index and middle finger over your lips, “if you won’t use your words, perhaps we should fill up that mouth with ball-gag?”
A very pitiful “nooo,” leaves your now naturally glossed lips. “That’s better,” I say poking my pointer and middle finger into your warm mouth. You suck on them obediently, not minding one bit that they taste like you.
I pull them from your lips, so ready to taste you myself. I lick between your pussy lips, lapping your honey forward to your clit before placing the flat of my tongue against it. A desperate moan fills the air.
I undulate the middle of the flat of my tongue on your clit, not using the tip at all so it doesn’t feel so direct. Lapping over it with the smallest jiggling movement. It causes a large reaction. After a couple minutes, you come again, panting and moaning. I don’t stop, now using more of my tongue and sucking on and around the little bulb I’ve been attacking all night. Soon you’re coming again, slipping further from the frenzied brat you were just a few minutes ago and deeper into subspace.
You are too easy. You come four times in quick succession. Weak, shaky orgasms that last just about three seconds each. They come on like tides crashing just a couple dozen seconds apart. Your body spasming two to three times quickly as you sigh and breathe unevenly. Your eyes are glassy and glazed over, not focusing on anything. As blank as your thoughts. No thinking. Just a tangle of feelings, the pleasure and discomfort hard to differentiate now. Finally right where you need to be.
You don’t struggle or squirm against your restraints anymore. You fall deeper and deeper. I stroke your clit with the tip of my finger, applying barely any pressure. Little sounds escape you, they’re so soft and hardly leave your lips. I apply the tiniest of pressure– one stroke up, then down, then up, and you’re cumming. Quaking and distant. At this point, 20 orgasms have rippled through you tonight. All stemming from your abused clit.
I decide to pull you back a bit from the depths you’ve drifted into. And what better way to do so than to explore your depths? I criss cross my two fingers and ram them into your overflowing honey pot. It’s not delicate at all, but you’re more than primed. You coat my intertwined fingers so completely– You’re spilling over with every insertion. Your tight entrance stretched each time at the bulk where my knuckles meet and force through.
You’re not so far away now– back arched, moaning loudly. Your warm, wet walls grabbing onto my fingers; a tight slick suction as if I had plunged my fingers into a jar of dense honey that doesn’t want to let me go.
You’re a dripping mess. I have to see you from a better angle– I free your ankles and wrists. You’re buzzing on a new frequency, exhausted but still needing something deeply. I position you so you’re down with your ass in the air. Your pussy a swollen, dew-coated slit begging to be explored. I am more than happy to oblige. I probe my fingers into your fold, reveling in the squelching sound the slick suction makes as I enter you. A needy, pitiful sound comes from you, a desperate, pathetic whimper. You want to be filled up so badly; you clamp down around my fingers.
“Fuck,” I say, realized you want this, but that I need it. I need to experience your tight, swollen cunt. It’s been a long night and you’ve gotten so much release, and I am not going to wait any longer for mine. I line myself up to your hot, little hole resting my tip against it for a second before letting your warm wetness pull me in.
You gasped when you felt my glans push up to you, and sigh, exhaling as I slip into you; your wetness squeezing out of your tight cunt as I fill you. You’ll never know how hot it looks, seeing you like this. You feel so overinflated– those walls, your labia have had so much blood flowing through them for so long tonight, anticipating a hard cock entering you. And the long wait, and what it’s done to your body for me, has to be more of a reward for me than you.
I pump into you slowly– enjoying the feeling of being surrounded so completely. It is otherworldly. I greedily build my tempo until I am slamming long and hard into you.
I can’t help myself– I have to abuse that sweet little clit one more time tonight. One hand gripping your hip, the other reaching your clit, I swirl my fingers around it erratically. A humming roar fills your head as you get closer and closer.
You’re whole body is quaking as I glide my fingers frictionlessly over and over and over your clit for the thousandth time tonight. You cum hard, the walls of your pussy trembling around my cock, heightening my experience even further. I ram into you once more before dumping my load into you; as if any more wetness needed to be added to your sopping pussy.
“That, sweetheart, was torture,” I whisper in your ear, leaning forward still inside you.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/g7na7g/whats_to_come_a_lesson_learned_mf_ds_edging_then
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