This is part 2. It won’t make all that much sense without having read [part 1](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ibm4bn/doomed_by_the_bell_ffmbdsmthroatfuckingorgasm/) first. So I’m gonna go ahead and recommend that.
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There’s a lot of different reasons for a human body to shake. One’s thighs might shake from the strain of trying to keep one’s lap off the uncaringly droning vibrator one is kneeling over. Limbs may quiver from the exertion of trying so very hard not to cum, while every single nerve ending begs for it in a flurry of fireworks. One might shake from the cool gust of wind that drags across one’s naked wet skin, beaded with sweat and soiled from baser pleasures. One might shake from the intake of adrenaline that comes with hours of a hard angry cock taking liberty with one’s mouth and throat, allowing one to breathe merely by accident rather than design. Finally, it’s entirely possible to be enough of a cum slut to shake from the sheer pleasure of feeling a cock leak a steady dribble of precum for minutes, inches away from bursting into a million pieces.
Eva checked all of these boxes. Bound and used and helpless – something that made not cumming so infinitely hard, more so after weeks of abstinence – she felt like she would collapse into a puddle the second someone liberated her wrists from that rope on the ceiling beam. The boy that kept massaging his dick with her futile attempts to breathe and swallow was drenched in his own sweat. Boy not because he didn’t have the well defined body of a grown man, certainly not because he lacked the cock, but because his own moans had long turned to tortured whimpers, hips trembling as he dutifully kept fucking himself along that edge of being a heartbeat away from blowing his load. Yeah, that made not cumming infinitely more hard as well.
Worse yet, her Mistress has taken to mischief. Eva’s head nestled in her lap, Mistress thrust her hips in sync with the guy, forcing Eva onto that cock from two sides. Impaled by a wet trembling shaft from one, cushioned by soft thighs from the other, each slow thrust went as deep as it could. Then Mistress’ fingers grabbed a hold of her toy cock’s butt, and refused to let him slide back out. He jerked against it, panicked at fist. Jaw split open around him, having his cock so snugly in the middle of her bulging neck, she could almost feel what he was feeling. Eva’s jab of panic mirrored his as even her tiny window of greedily sucking in air didn’t return. Her torn-open eyes were freely leaking tears, chaotically darting around like her pupils could spot something to breathe, but all they found was the swimming milky haze of slowly slipping from consciousness. Her body became restless, too tired out to move with the panic her pounding heart demanded, so loud in her ears it almost drowned out the guy’s pitiful yelp.
She felt it before she heard it, though, that last little bit of control slipping out of grasp, that last tried muscle finally giving way. His cock was crawling with pleasure, so much that she could feel it against her lips, inside her mouth, her throat vibrating to the tune of a crescendo of slow shaky throbs. He finally burst that warm creamy load inside her, so deep she didn’t swallow, she just felt it leak down her gullet in layers of agonizing spurts. She could steel herself against feeling of a man cumming inside her, but not when it took her by surprise like this. Panic echoed in some long forgotten distant corner of her hazy mind. ‘Did the bell ring?’ ‘Did he make it?’ ‘Will I get punished?’ but it held no power. She was just along for the ride how, her body convulsing and jerking, lap pressing down hard on that vibrating toy almost of it’s own accord, the heat consuming her as the wildfire raged from her very core out to her fingertips, and smoldered the cork that held in her orgasm for the last 16 days.
She screamed, really screamed, but the sound was muffled by the cock that was still spurting cum down her throat, every pore of her skin torn open and wet all at once, her cunt pulsing as it was feasting on bittersweet release. As her throat unplugged with a sudden gargled pop, her deep primal screams were freed, threatening to collapse the whole room.
Screaming, cumming, refilling her lungs, that sinking feeling grew as Eva’s mind returned. Did she lose? Did she cum out of turn? Oh no, no, no. She didn’t want to go into… The bell rang, the sound washing the pressure right off her shoulders, the next orgasm not far behind.
FIN
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