Clit Overstimulation Novels & Stories

The frustration only grew, making me move my hand more frantically, hoping to stumble upon that elusive release. Then, suddenly, I felt a sharp tremor course through my body. My nails, still a bit too long, accidentally pressed directly against my clitoris. A jolt of pleasure shot through me, fierce and overwhelming, causing me to grit my teeth to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. But despite my efforts, a few soft, desperate sounds slipped out.

The pain was replaced with pleasure almost immediately. He stroked her clit, and tortured her core until she could barely control it, uncontrolled moans pouring out of her. Each time she tried sinking into her memory with Clinton, he slapped her needy, throbbing core, pulling a yelp out of her and making her close her legs as the pleasure/pain consumed her. Parting her folds to reveal her clit, he pressed the vibrator on her swollen clit, ripping pleasure cries from her.

“I’m so close!” “Me, too,” he groans into my ear. “I’m right there and I just can’t—” He interrupts himself with a growl of frustration and drives his cock deeper, harder, faster, while I pant and plead, trapped at the same precipice. The serum is diabolical. My muscles cramp and strain and every time the base of Nathan’s shaft drags against my clit, I’m sure that will be the moment that I finally reach the summit I’m striving toward.

He explained, which caused me to gulp. Overstimulation. That was something I never took well. He turned up the settings to the highest level, prompting me to cry out. As I felt the first vibrator on my clit, I sighed with pleasure. I could feel the tight ball in my stomach ready to explode after each vibration. After a few seconds, I let go and came on both vibrators. As I rode out my high, I was on another planet, but as soon as I returned, I felt overwhelmed. My walls continued to spasm around the vibrator, and my clit continued to push against it, causing my legs to shake.

These words came out of my mouth like a moan. As he directly hit my clitoris with the spatula, an electric current passed through my body, and I controlled my moans with difficulty, biting my lower lip. Now he's hitting hard on my clitoris rapidly, not even letting me take a breath, my core is badly throbbing for him. I'm controlling myself from shouting and moaning with great difficulty by pressing both lips inside my mouth, my clit is vibrating automatically. He isn't stopping; he is hitting me on the same spot, again and again, nonstop. I just want to close my legs because of the intense sensation, but I can't. It's torture, man, yet so intense, it gives me some kind of magical pleasure.

"We're going to make you come over and over until you physically can't anymore." They strapped Naomi to the bed.....spread-eagle, completely exposed....and began. Powerful vibrator on her clit. Dildo fucking her pussy. Fingers working her G-spot. Suction cups on her nipples. Naomi came within two minutes. "One," Dr. Frost noted. They didn't stop. Didn't give her recovery time. Just kept the stimulation constant. Naomi came again. And again. And again. By orgasm ten, she was crying from overstimulation. By orgasm fifteen, she was begging them to stop.

I didn't expect him to leave. I had no idea that the real torture was just about to start. The vibration of the Clit stimulator was good, but before long, my nerves became taut, and I couldn't help but curse and cry again. Not only was I getting stimulated intermittently, but the stimulation always ended just when I was about to climax. I became so frustrated and called for Huracio several times, but for the next two hours, nobody came back. I was going crazy. By the time he came back, I had lost track of time. I was drained, and my cry was reduced to a trembling in my throat as ripples of uncontrollable pleasure shot through my body.

"Cum again. Cum for your master. Show me how much you love orc cock." His other hand finds my clit and rubs with rough, calloused fingers that feel like sandpaper against my oversensitive flesh. The overstimulation is insane, too much and not enough at the same time. I'm crying, tears streaming down my face, sobbing with pleasure and overwhelm, but my body responds anyway, betraying me completely. Another orgasm tears through me, then another, then another until I lose count, until I'm just a shaking, screaming mess impaled on his cock.

I begged, tears streaming, body quivering uncontrollably. My legs shook, clit hypersensitive, each slide of his length pushing me past my limits. But his stamina held—he groaned deeply, hips snapping faster, ignoring my pleas. "My spoiled little slut, cumming again? You love it, don't you? Addicted to Daddy's cock already." The degradation fueled me, turning the overstimulation into something obsessive, my mind narrowing to him: his musk and sweat scent filling my lungs, his groans like music, the way he owned every inch of me.

he asked me with a slight tease in his voice. “It feels…amazing…” I panted. My hot juices were flowing out freely now from my opening onto his fingers and palm. I know my face is getting flushed red, and I'm biting my lips seductively harder as I try to control my lust. He stroked my clit in circular motions and heard my sudden intake of breath. I knew my clit is extremely sensitive, especially when it is swollen rock hard like it is now. He pinched my clt repeatedly enjoying his time teasing me thoroughly. He didn't stop his stimulations for a bit, I know I'm going to be late for my first day of job. I let out a soft whimper before covering my mouth with my hand.