“I want you really wet for this,” Sam said as I lowered myself onto the machine, spreading my pussy across the little nubby pad that Sam assured me would prepare me to take in the cock attachments he’d yet to put on the machine. I was shaking from nervousness and arousal and shame – not only was today the day I would lose my virginity, but I was losing it to a BDSM machine operated by married man, who’d already done countless filthy things to my body. Moreover, I’d agreed to do this in his apartment that he stayed in on nights that things with his wife got really bad, and the tiny quarters made everything we did feel even more illicit.
Then Sam turned on the Sybian, and it was like he’d flipped a switch in me from ‘remorseful’ to ‘begging for it’.
“Describe how it feels,” Sam said as I writhed over the rumbling machine, feeling its powerful vibrations shake my legs and stimulate my whole pussy.
“It feels like it’s going IN me,” I moaned as the Sybian’s vibrations rolled over my whole lower half, and embarrassingly, two minutes later, I started to chant, “Gonna come gonna come please let me come daddy.”
“You can come now,” Sam said in that infuriatingly bland way of his. “But next time, you have to squirt. I need you to really gush before you take it inside you okay?”
“Yes sir,” I gasped, and seized up as I came for the first time.
I don’t know how long we spent like that, Sam behind me, his hands alternately varying the intensity of the vibrations, touching my exposed breasts, and pressing my clit more firmly against the nubby pad that was making me fly apart as I came and came from the relentless stimulation against my sex.
“Please fuck me,” I babbled after my third time squirting on the sybian. My whole spine felt like liquid warmth and I was coated in sweat. My pussy had never felt so good, or so empty, and I told Sam so as he attached the basic cock extension to the sybian.
“You could probably take this whole thing right now,” he joked, but in my cummed-out daze I chose to interpret it as a challenge. Swinging one leg over the sybian again, I took a deep breath and slid all the way down to the bottom of the cock.
In retrospect I should’ve let Sam prepare me with his fingers. It definitely hurt and I winced as the dildo stretched me in ways I’d never been touched before. On the other hand, I was kind of glad to “rip off the band aid” and it even felt kind of anticlimatic in a way. “Shit,” I heard Sam breathe, and he scrambled to turn the Sybian on.
The instant I felt the dildo purr to life I knew I was in trouble. This was nothing compared to even the pleasure of pussy stimulation alone. I’m a fairly small person, so the dildo stimulated every inch of my tight vaginal walls, reaching deep inside of me to massage the area around my cervix.
“Fuck yourself on it,” Sam murmured in my ear. “Learn what feels good and let me hear it.”
So I did. I slid up on the rigid cock and slammed back down just as it buzzed with a powerful vibration. “Shit!” I cried as the combination stimulated what could only have been my G spot. When the white-out of pleasure had faded to something bearable, I whimpered that it felt like something was swelling inside of my vagina, and that the sybian cock kept rubbing up against it.
“Yep, definitely your G spot,” Sam laughed, and turned the sybian to the next highest setting.
Now he had given me countless orgasms before, but maybe because this was so new, the first time I had ever truly been FUCKED, I slowly but completely lost it. Following Sam’s instructions, I rode that sybian hard and with a single minded intensity, concentrating on the delicious stimulation of its ridges against my engorged G spot, the way my walls clenched and fluttered around its hard length. At some point, Sam brought in one of those door mirrors and propped it up so I could see myself fucking the sybian with complete abandon. It was mortifying to see the girl in the mirror grab her hair and breasts and shake her hips for more and harder and deeper, but I just couldn’t stop. I would come hard and the sybian would keep fucking me through my orgasm until they came in what felt like a continuous stream. And unlike when Sam had played with my clit, I didn’t even get to become desensitized, so he got to make me watch as I screamed like a whore and moved like an animal in heat, completely beyond anyone’s image of a good virgin girl. It was humiliating, and then it was thrilling.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7ogh0a/my_f_forced_orgasm_experience_with_a_married_man
S’funny, started out expecting a lot of short and annoying posts (as it’s so rare to see five posts in short succession), and yet… wow. Thank you for sharing, that was a LOT of fun to read.
Glad you lucked out finding a Sam, and glad for him he found a you – sounds like you’ve had a hell of a lot of quality fun together! :)
Mobile’s giving me trouble with the last bit, so here it is below! Hope whoever’s still reading enjoys!
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“No more,” I sobbed after a particularly brutal orgasm that left the sybian soaked and my stomach cramping. I was no longer sitting on the sybian but slumped on it, too exhausted to do anything but take the mechanical cock still churning me open.
“One more,” Sam promised. And another, and another, until I’d forgotten the discomfort and that I’d ever been anything but right here, riding the perfect cock for my next vaginal, full-body orgasm
“I want you to get addicted to being fucked,” Sam admitted as he moved in front of me. The sybian was now on its third-highest setting and I was sweating out another orgasm in agonized pleasure, weakly moaning a combination of “Yes daddy” and “No more daddy.” “I want you to put yourself to work earning your orgasm,” Sam continued, moving to stand in front of me. He fed me his cock inch by inch, and I sucked at it eagerly, filled up at both ends as I rocked my hips with the sybian cock. Sam had overloaded me with sensation, and he talked about how well I took to being fucked and how I really should have done this sooner. I didn’t care about being a virgin anymore. I didn’t care that Sam had a family while I had his cock down my throat. All I cared about was that I was still coming in leg-shaking waves as the sybian cock rotated lazily through my vaginal walls, like some kind of slutty nymphomaniac. Nothing else mattered besides the dildo relentlessly fucking a space for itself into my pussy.
When I left Sam’s apartment, I would be the good, hardworking, respectable girl I’ve striven to be my whole life. Inside these four walls though, at that moment, I was leaving my virginity and my dignity to cum exactly as Sam instructed.
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After the incident with the sybian, it was like all bets were off. Even though I had an array of sex toys at home from Sam, I lost most interest in masturbation. I realized that I needed to be FUCKED, and dominated, in exactly the way Sam did it. It was a purely sexual drive and all the more surprising because I’d never thought of myself as someone who would be led around by sex, even if I did enjoy it a lot. Now, with no virginity to worry about, Sam and I took every opportunity to have sex that we could. I still wouldn’t let him penetrate me and he agreed since we didn’t want to risk the condom breaking and I was still on parental health insurance (so no way to get birth control pills). But that didn’t stop us from doing…so much.
Sam’s an engineer, so eventually we added to our sybian play with other fucking machines. He made them all in his apartment, and we’d rush to meet there during our respective lunch breaks so I could deep throat his cock while getting fucked at Mach 3 by a perfectly curved, thick black dildo, or lay doggystyle while a vibrating cock moved lazily in and out of my tight walls until I squirted all over the towel. He would tie my legs apart so he could finger my G spot over and over while using the Womanizer on my clit, and I retaliated by squeezing my thighs extra tight when he fucked them in the shower later. Then we’d put our clothes back on and go back to our respective jobs, and I’d think about slide decks and networking until the next lunch break when my legs were in the air and I was presenting my pussy for Sam to control again.
“Spitroasting this weekend?” he’d text me at 2pm on a Thursday, and the following weekend, I’d ditch a running group to suck Sam’s cock happily while getting machine fucked on all fours, moaning “Thank you sir” when he came in my mouth and I orgasmed harder than ever around the dildo in my well-fucked pussy.
Sam’s bed became the most comfortable place in the world, the space where I would arrange myself as directed for a good hard dicking down and orgasm session while becoming intimately familiar with the slightly salty weight of his cock in my mouth. It was a refuge from awkward phone calls with my parents, who were in the throes of a messy divorce and still counseling me on how to find a “good husband”. When my boss at work kept me late with bullshit filings and briefings to do, I knew that if I just waited til tomorrow, Sam would have me sitting on the torturously thick sybian G-spot stimulator and riding it to a seventh orgasm in one hour. The more we slept together, the more insatiable we got, Sam turning my body into putty for his viewing pleasure and more often than not his physical pleasure as well.
He’s still with his wife. I still feel bad about it. I’m not in love with Sam, but I love the way we complement each other sexually and I don’t know where else I’ll get something like that. I’m really confused about a lot of stuff right now, but in the meantime, I’m getting ready to go over to Sam’s apartment as the city hunkers down for this snowstorm. Sam’s said he’s got a new fucking machine that needs breaking in.
Oh wow wee. Beautiful. Sexy. Lovely. Lucky. Thank you
Wow that was hot! I’ve been where Sam is – training someone’s body and mind – so this brought back all sorts of things. Great writing – i felt like I could feel Sam pulling these climaxes from you. Keep posting :-)
Unsolicited relationship advice, but you must know that agreeing to an arranged marriage set up by your parents (who themselves are divorcing) would be the worst mistake of your life. It is almost a certainty that you won’t be sexually compatible with anyone you don’t choose for yourself. Inevitably, that will lead to resentment, disappointment, cheating, or a combination of all of the above. You are still very young so continue to enjoy life on your own terms, but don’t ever let anyone convince you that at some point that must change out of a misplaced sense of obligation. Your parents have sacrificed much for you to be successful and happy, but an arranged marriage will most likely only lead to failure. Best of luck with what I’m sure will be a difficult series of decisions and conversations.
I need to buy a Sybian, and put out a Craigslist ad.