Soft magenta light. Incense and the onion scent of sweat. My legs and arms bound together so that I can’t do anything to stop them between my legs. Their tongue flitting against and then diving into my ass. A soft wet pillow of muscle; a skilled vanguard for greater pleasures.
They won’t touch my cock even as I beg and without that release the pleasure builds. They slides a finger inside me and I feel its caress through quick breaths and whimpers. Electric words in my ear
“you’re a good slut aren’t you?”
In spasms, my ass clenches down on their finger and I hold up one of mine to let them know. They assures me there will be more. Spell bound lost in my thoughts
*here I am flat on my back legs bound being fucked and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.*
Another one of their fingers is now inside me. My whole body rocks with the force and again I feel the building tension of my ass starting to cum. My cock stays untouched. Hard and eager but with no hope of release. I am their hole to please and play with. They likes my noises and pleasured expressions and I work to be the best eager slut I can. Through my restraints I twist and pull trying to get close enough for a kiss but each time I rise they pulls just that little bit further away. They presses me down by the neck and in a sudden flash I feel my ass cum again while their fingers continue.
They gives me a sly happy look while examining my collection of toys. A vibrator appears in their hand and then disappears into my ass. A gag eagerly accepted into my mouth. Low buzzing deep inside; my prostate humming with excitement. They puts their whole body behind it. Powerful and merciless. Their spit runs down my face mixing with mine as it flows past the gag. My pleasure builds on itself. The third orgasm rushing through me before the others have subsided. Built up layered pleasure tending towards some unknown inflection point.
If I was fucking myself I would have had enough and stopped but they continues and I think again.
*here I am flat on my back legs bound being fucked and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I can’t stop it.*
My face changes. No longer the relaxed pleasure of well trod orgasms but a desperate uncontrolled dive into something new. My whole body clenches as I try to force quick breathes. They needs to stop but they won’t. I need to cum but I can’t. Or maybe I have cum. Maybe I am. My mind races with pleasure. An impossible soul draining status orgasmus. They sees the change in my eyes. No longer in control or just finally realizing I haven’t been in control the whole time. Hubris to think that I couldn’t be fucked like this. Like an insatiable slut I rock my hips on the vibrator squeezing out every drop of pleasure until my body goes limp.
They removes the restraints, help me out of bed, and assist me to the bathroom to clean the lube and sex from my body.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qo53qr/my_first_experience_with_over_stimulation
Really hot!! Just an FYI though, the singular “they” still uses the same conjugations as plural “they” – e.g. it would be “They slide/They press”, not “They slides/They presses”.