Bliss was a hit when it popped up on the scene. A new drug in pill form, some abandoned research project from overseas that had somehow escaped the lab, so the story went.
Finding it wasn’t hard. It had flooded the streets, I found a guy in no time, he literally just handed me a couple of pills “for a taste” on our chance meeting at the club. Actually we were making out when the subject came up, he was a solid 8/10.
We ended up getting separated in the crowd, but not before we’d exchanged details. On his advice, I’d taken the pills home and took my first hit alone, totally unprepared for what would come next.
I was in bed, breathing heavily, every fibre of my body burning up oxygen, every cell alight with energy. Every sound struck my awareness like shattering crystals. Colours flashed with vivid afterimages that were a mix of reality and imagination. My curious touches along my skin resonated, honing my senses on the source, unbridled fantasy that interfaced directly with physical sensation.
I explored my body sensually for an entire day, riding the waves of bliss, feeling myself in new ways, sliding my fingers between dimensions of pure ecstasy as time and space folded around an eternal orgasm.
Soaked in my bedsheets, my body aching with the afterglow, I didn’t so much sleep as the world simply faded, reality slowly melting into dreams.
My body ached for days, and though I knew it was a bad idea, I craved nothing more than another hit. I had to climb the mountain again and leap off into the abyss. My job, my friends, my family – nothing mattered to me anymore, I yearned for more of that sweet release.
The guy warned me about this. Warned me I’d want to take it further. He said to play it smart, give myself time to reflect and recover, mentally and physically. He said the biological brain was not built to cope with these kinds of short circuits of its reward mechanisms. He told me that if you weren’t careful, it would ultimately destroy you.
But, it’s your body, he’d said. I can always hook you up.
Was two days too soon? Probably? I don’t know. Payday was next week, but I had to try it just one more time. I jumped on telegram and arranged another hookup.
When I arrived at his appartment, he asked for the cash. I mentioned I could wire him after payday, and he frowned. “Come on now… you want credit, go see a bank! No money, no deal.”
My heart sank. It felt like a wormhole collapsing. The world suddenly seemed more physical, more tangible… more real. I could feel my anxiety crashing like waves around the fringes of my psyche, soon to drown me in a flood of panic. I _needed_ bliss!
I caught myself, realising I was repeating myself aloud over and over again, on the verge of tears until he’d reached out and put a hand on my shoulder. “Hey… Hey… are you with me… c’mon girl…”
With a sigh, I relaxed and nodded slowly.
“Hmm. Let’s have a look at you…”
He placed a finger under my chin, lifting my face up to his dark, mysterious eyes.
“You are beautiful, you know? Maybe you know, you do something for me, I give you what you want, do you feel me?”
I shrugged as he stepped back, eyes wandering over my body, tracing every curve from my breasts down to my waist, over my crotch and down my legs, before returning his gaze to my eyes again.
“Turn around for me. Slowly…”
I did as he asked, feeling his eyes stripping me as I twirled.
“Okay okay… I think we can figure this out.”
As I turned back to face him, I felt his strong hand grab my ass, pulling me in with a tight squeeze. I didn’t resist, stumbling face first against his chest. I responded by stretching my arm around his muscular neck, pulling myself up, straining to kiss him on the lips.
He reached into his back pocket, and pulled out a small bag of pills.
“This is what you want yeah?”
I reached to to grab the baggie, but he pulled away, with a stern look. “Remember what I said though, you gotta do something for me, a fuck or a buck makes no difference, yeah?”
“I get it.” my voice felt weird, like I was listening to myself from outside my body. Was I really about to exchange sex for drugs.
“Good, now you can take this stuff here or at home, but you get nothing until we’re all done here, okay?”
I nodded.
“I’ll be calling some of the boys over to join us. Okay?”
“Okay! Okay! I’ll do it, whatever.” I snatched the bag from his hand. “Water?” I demanded, emptying the contents into my palm.
He nodded toward the sink. I walked over, leaned down and took a sip from the tap, and swallowed all four of the pills. He checked the locks, dimmed the lights, and sat on the sofa, typing out a message on his phone.
“Come here, make yourself at home.” he said.
I sat beside him, and let him put an arm around my shoulders, pulling me in for a kiss. His other hand closed around my wrist, motioning me to rub his crotch. I felt the phone vibrating through the cushions, a stream of messages as the tingle of bliss slowly plucked away at my nerve endings, and as I felt my mind begin to melt again, I felt the warm girth of his cock enter my hand, rising to attention as it leapt from the elastic of his sweatpants.
His voice seemed to echo through a distant tunnel, commanding me, instructing my every move. I felt myself on my knees, my mouth stretching tight as my head bobbed up and down, fingering myself as he fucked my brain. Somewhere, a door opened, and I heard another voice… or voices… everything became a blur of moving shadows, fingers and hands grabbing and touching, squeezing and slapping.
“She’s good… stick that ass up…” my body responded automatically. “Yeah like that… that’s good…”
Hands grabbed my hips and I felt the guy behind me pushing into my slick pussy. The rhythm picked up as I slammed back and forth between two hung beasts, feeling my insides gripping and sliding against thick, hard cock as the pulsating sensation like waves of gravity compressed my being infinitely into a singularity of bliss.
I opened my throat wider and hammered my pussy back, squeezing my kegels, strong hands pulling my hair inwards, grinding my face into pubic hair as an explosion of sweet, salty delight flowed into my throat. I swallowed his load with pleasure, feeling myself pounded faster from behind before warm ribbons of sticky cum splashed over my ass and back.
I collapsed to the floor and lay on my back, fingering myself with legs spread open as the lingering sensations echoed through through me. I looked up and saw not just two, but a whole circle of men, cocks in hand. A load shot over my tits in what felt like a endless streams of cum, I rubbed it into my skin as another kneeled to fuck my pussy, then, using the first man’s cum as lube he eased his cock into my asshole, slowly at first, then quickly pounding me hard, gripping my waist tightly as he exploded deep inside.
The group helped me up to my knees. I knelt, fingering the my jizz-soaked pussy, feeling myself squirting and coming over and over again in an endless orgasm as the circle of cocks unloaded on my face and tits, showers of hot cum glazing me, dripping from my chin and sliding down my body.
Someone handed me a towel, and I wiped myself clean, dizzy from the rolling effects of the bliss, still ringing inside from the hours of orgasms and feeling myself rocking gently to the memory of the endless pounding.
The world faded, as it did that first night, and voices and laughter grew distant and my mind drifted on planes of eternity.
I woke on the sofa the next morning, a towel draped over my naked body. My clothes were in a neat pile by the door, and a small bag of pills lay on top with a note.
“For next time. Don’t worry about the cash ;)”
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