Fucked Beyond Control

A Valentine's Slut (4)

The dildo eases into my soaked pussy. It's slow and deliberate, teasing me with every inch. It’s thick, stretching me open, and my pussy lips part with a sharp inhale. I breathe in shallow, desperate little gasps as it slides in deeper with each thrust.

“Fuck, she’s taking it so well,” a man murmurs nearby. His voice is thick with lust.

“Mmm, look at her trembling,” a woman adds, amused.

The dildo’s only halfway inside me when I feel something slick press against my ass. I tense instinctively, but the pressure doesn’t stop. Instead it it builds.

Cool slippery lube coats me, and then…fuck! It’s inside. The smaller end of the double dildo pushes into my tight hole, while the larger one fills my pussy to the brim.

 My back arches as both ends sink deep, claiming every part of me.

“Ready for more, Baby?” my husband whispers at my ear, and I whimper in response.

“Yes... fuck, yes...”

Someone holds the dildos still, letting the fullness stretch and pulse through me. My pussy clenches, my ass grips tighter, and then they begin to move, thrusting into me with a controlled, devastating rhythm.

The bench creaks beneath me as I rock my hips up to meet the punishing pace. My wrists strain against the ropes, but I don’t care. I pant hard, chasing the orgasm building like a wildfire inside me.

“ Filthy little slut,” another man groans. “She’s loving every second.”

My vision goes white as I crash into another orgasm, harder and hotter than the last. My cry echoes through the room, raw and guttural, and I swear I hear applause. There are moans, gasps, whispers of awe.

Minutes later, I i am almost breathless and wrecked, I can hear the soft shuffle of bodies shifting around me, and the low hum of pleasure vibrating in the air.

“She was made for this,” someone says, and at that moment, I believe them.

My body continues to tremble as I feel the dildos being pulled out of me. I feel hands near my neck as the chain is unhooked from my collar and the nipple clamps are removed. The dull ache in my breasts turns to sharp pain as the blood rushes back into my nipples.

A whimper escapes my lips. There are still hands everywhere on my body. My legs are lightly stroked, my nipples are caressed and pulled and twisted, even my arms are being touched. And of course there are fingers in my pussy and on my eager clit. I groan and submit to the exquisite pleasures surging through my bound body.

Suddenly I feel a hard cock in my hand. My wrist is bound, but my hand is capable of moving, and I wrap my hand around it and stroke up and down. Another cock appears at my other hand, and I do the same. Then a pussy appears over my face, smelling of lilac and musk. I reach up with my tongue and greedily lick the sweet juices. I find the clit and circle it with the tip of my tongue. I feel the woman rock on my mouth and hear her groan.

The men with the cocks I am stroking are groaning as well. It occurs to me I am pleasuring three total strangers simultaneously. The room is filled with the sounds of pleasure and release. The cocks in my hands jerk and spasm, and I focus my attention on the woman above me.

She continues to roll her hips and push on my mouth, then I hear her cry out as she too jerks and shakes. The room smells strongly of sex.

"Let's make her cum again," a woman purrs, her voice dark and soaked in sin.

The buzzing starts. It's low, steady, menacing.

My breath catches as I feel it in the air before it even touches me. My pussy’s soaked, juices trailing down my crack, and my clit? It's swollen. Exposed. Desperate. I squirm in my restraints, but there’s nowhere to go. Nowhere to run.

“She’s fucking dripping,” a man says. 

Then everything stills. I lie there, trembling… waiting.

The first contact is electric. The vibrator presses against my folds, slow teasing circles that make me gasp. It slips between my lips, nudging deeper. Wet squelches fill the air as it fucks me with lazy strokes.

“Oh fuck—yes,” I moan, thighs trembling.

“She likes it deep,” someone else chuckles.

I feel mouths on my breasts. One licks around my nipple, the other takes it between their teeth and tugs. I arch hard, my body offering itself without permission. The vibrator keeps working inside me, sliding in and out.

Then it stops.

“No, no, no…” I whimper, breathless.

“She’s so needy,” the woman giggles, right near my ear. “You want to cum, slut?”

“Yes. Please. Please,” I pant.

The vibrator touches my clit...just a slightly, and I jolt violently.

“Look at her squirm,” a man says. “Fucking slut's on edge.”

Then the real torture begins. The toy moves rhythmically. First up and down, then circling, side to side. It’s relentless as every nerve in my clit lights up and I cry out.

“Make her cum,” someone growls. “Make her scream.”

I arch my back, hips lifting off the bench, offering my cunt to the air, to them, to anyone who’ll touch me again.

The vibrator pulls away. My body twitches and my moan turns into a frustrated sob.

“You’ll take it when we say,” the woman says, dragging it lightly over my inner thighs.

"She's so fucking sensitive. Bet I could make her cum without even touching her pussy."

"Do it," a voice dares.

She teases again..slow, soft circles around my clit, never pressing hard enough. My legs are trembling uncontrollably. I’m soaked, ruined, dripping onto the bench like a filthy mess.

Then the toy slams back onto my clit. Hard, fast and punishing!

“Fuck! Fuck!” I scream, as my hips jerk violently.

“That’s it,” someone growls. “Cum for us. Show us how nasty you are.”

The sounds of my soaked pussy, the harsh buzzing, the murmurs, the heat of being watched...it all explodes.

My orgasm rips through me like a storm. I scream as my thighs shake and my cunt pulses around nothing, desperate to be filled.

“She came again,” a male voice says, impressed.

“Messy little whore,” another man laughs.

I’m panting, shaking and helpless. I don't thnk I can take it anymore as the vibrator is pushed hard on my clit, without mercy. 

My mind goes blank, no thought, I am only my body, shaking in ecstasy. The orgasms keep coming and I see stars and I think that I will pass out from the overload of pleasure I am feeling.

"Enough!" My husband's orders, "Leave her alone."

The vibrator moves away from my clit and the hands and mouths leave my body. I lay on the bench, still panting and shaking and trembling. 

"All of you...leave. now!" My husband says, breaking the silence. A moment passes as I hear a scamper of movements around the room. Then, the door opens and shuts again.

"Darling...are you there?" I whimper. 

"Yes, My doll. We're alone now." He says. I felt as he moved between my legs. 

Then he unties the ropes on my ankles. I quickly pull my knees up, spreading my legs wide and fully exposing my pussy and ass, welcoming him. 

I feel his touch on my thighs, then he pushes his cock against the opening to my quivering cunt. I moan... again.

"Do you miss my cock?" He asks. 

I squirm, nodding.

“Words, baby.” he growls. 

“Yes…Fuck me," I plead.

I had just experienced more orgasms than I can count, but I still need him inside me. His thick cock pushes into my pussy. He moves slowly for a moment, in and out, but then his thrusts become faster and harder.

His hands are on my breasts, pulling at my swollen nipples. I push my hips against his hard cock, and I feel the approach of yet another orgasm.

I wrap my legs around his body, pulling him deeper inside of me, and I groan loudly. His thrusts become frantic, as if he has never fucked me before, and I am filled with lust and love. I cry out as I cum still another time, and I feel his load fill me up. Our bodies tremble and shake as we cum together in a state of beautiful, overwhelming bliss.

After the orgasms fade, we lay as one for a moment. Then I hear his whisper close to my lips before he kisses me.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my love."