Author: savor-eux

My [F] forced orgasm experience with a married man contd. (part 3)

All right. I’m not proud of it. But I caved, and met with Sam again about a month later when he was “in the city” for work. I hated myself while texting him that I’d be there, both because I was now officially complicit in cheating – with a married man no less – and also because I couldn’t let go of how incredible last time had been. So I rocked up to the hotel room in jeans and a sweater, to try and compensate for how skeevy I felt.

That lasted about 10 min.

Sam had let me know ahead of time that he wanted to do something different this time – he’d brought a Womanizer sex toy, which is basically this little suction pump that goes over your clit and then uses air to…suck on it, for lack of a better word. I’d watched a couple videos of it online beforehand and was already pretty damp between the legs by the time I saw Sam sitting at the edge of the bed, looking as ordinary as ever like he hadn’t had been making me beg for it a couple weeks ago. Read more »

My [F] first forced orgasm as a virgin (part 2)

And he did. He rubbed, coaxed, and eventually forced 20 orgasms out of me during our session. I just remember coming and coming and coming over Sam’s lap, sometimes like a hiccup and sometimes a slow, full-body moaning orgasm. Several times I squirted and instead of feeling deep shame over losing control like that, Sam would pat my head and say, “good, let’s try for another.” He’d do this thing where his free hand would spread my ass apart, fingers parting my labia and exposing my blitzed-out clit so the Hitachi could deliver its devastating sensation over every. square. inch. I would scream into the pillow, beg for relief, jerk and try to get away. And Sam would just hold me down harder, massage the Hitachi in circles over my red, shiny, puffy pussy, and another orgasm would punch itself out of me, sending my vaginal walls into ecstatic contractions over and over as I shook in Sam’s lap. Read more »

My [F] first forced orgasm as a virgin (part 1)

There are certain things you learn growing up as the daughter of poor, conservative Asian immigrants: study hard, don’t ask for too much, listen to your elders, and don’t get too close to boys that aren’t in the family. By every standard, I was the good daughter: at the time this happened, I was a senior at a top 10 university, had a great job lined up after graduation, a respectful relationship with my parents and grandparents, and hadn’t so much as dated a guy since entering college. Recently, however, they’d been talking about setting me up with family friends’ sons. Now, my family’s culture is one that highly values virginity before marriage and while I don’t personally believe it holds much intrinsic value, I also made them (well, mostly my mom) a promise to be a virgin on my wedding night. Also, the risk of STIs and possible pregnancy made me very eh about sex in general during college, where most students can’t be trusted to do their own laundry regularly much less practice safe sex.

So how did this all lead to me face down, ass up across an older man’s lap in a hotel room, wailing uncontrollably as he forced orgasm after orgasm out of my sopping wet pussy? Read more »