Clit Overstimulation Novels & Stories

Can’t control it, can’t stop it—your cunt just keeps spasming and pushing more out with every wave. Ride it. Grind it out. Keep rubbing your clit through every aftershock until you’re sobbing from overstimulation. Don’t you dare lift your hand. Press harder. Circle faster. Force that swollen, oversensitive clit to take more even while your body tries to twist away. Feel those sharp, electric stabs of too-much pleasure shooting through you? That’s what you get for being so greedy.

My whole body jerked, the overstimulation making me thrash against the restraints. Zephyr tugged them Hard. Pain lanced through me, sharp and consuming, twisting into something wickedly euphoric. “Fuck….”I whimper almost whining. “That’s right,” he growled. “Let it hurt.” My head spun. My pulse pounded before I could even puff out a breath I felt a vibrator pressed against my clit, my world shattered. A violent, unbearable pleasure tore through me, a tsunami crashing into my nerves. The clamps, the plug, the relentless pulsing against my clit—it was too much.

"Master! It’s too much! The pressure is too high!" "Hold the bar, Seven!" Victor roared. "If you let go, I turn it to Level 10." I gripped the bar until my knuckles turned white. I was shaking. The weight of the clamps was pulling on my body, making every nerve in my frame scream. But the pressure on my clit was the worst—and the best. It was pushing me toward a peak I couldn't reach. My lubricant was flowing fast, coating the heavy metal clamp until it was shiny and wet.

My pussy clamped around him, milking his cock as he continued to pound into me through the convulsions. "That's it," he growled, his pace never faltering. The orgasm was still rippling through me when another began to build. Levi's thumb found my clit, rubbing tight, fast circles that had me seeing stars. The overstimulation was almost too much, a sharp edge of pain mixed with the pleasure that only made it more intense. "Too much," I gasped, trying to wiggle away. "I can't—" "You can," he snarled, pinning me down with his weight. His other hand wrapped around my throat, not squeezing, just holding me in place.

He was determined to make me cum more times than last night. I find myself crumbling from the pleasure of overstimulation. I clawed at his hand on my stomach, pleading him to remove it. He looked up at me and shook his head. He placed both of my legs over his shoulders with his free hand, forcing me to take it deep. As I felt him buried in my stomach, my eyes rolled back. "That's my girl. Take it deep." He grunted and scattered my thighs and calves with kisses. He moved his hand away from my stomach and back to my clit, massaging it in short, fast circles.

With a loud grunt, he exploded into my pussy, flooding me with his release. I twitched beneath him, my legs trembling uncontrollably. Clint did not let go of my throat as he continued to thrust into me, slower now. I was being overstimulated with his fingers still rubbing at my very sensitive and throbbing clit. His hand held my throat and kept me tight against his body as I remained impaled on his still-thrusting cock. A second wave of orgasm overtook me as my whole body shook, and I screamed, my throat raw. Clint finally slid off me as we both panted heavily. A thin layer of sweat glistened on his tanned skin, thick bands of muscle moving with each movement he made.

Several vibes in different sizes and shapes; massagers, feathers, vibes, clamps. Clamps? Where the hell has he got this lot from? I´ve never seen them before... "You´ve got to be careful with the human body you know," he says. "The senses can be deceptive. Too much stimulation in any one area and the sensitivity dies away. You have to start gently and work upwards, to keep up the tension..."

Never deep enough. “You’re so wet it’s leaking onto the cushion,” he murmured. “Is that embarrassment I see?” I bit my lip, hips grinding down. “Don’t.” He pulled back. “I’m not here to make you come yet. Your body is getting used to being stimulated, let’s see how much more you can deal with.” It was unbearable, my clit throbbed intensely as I clenched around nothing. “Jay, please—” He stood, towering over me with a cold demeanor. “Are you breaking the rule?”

“Going to fill you up.” Fuck, if she keeps clenching like this I won't last much longer. "Yes... Oh, my... Fuck, please don't stop" She whispers “Play with that pussy for me,” I demand. “I want to feel your pussy milking my cock when you make yourself cum.” "My clit is too sensitive, There’s no way I can do it." When I see her hesitate, I growl in frustration and brush her hand aside. She only has a moment of relief before the sharp sound of skin-on-skin assaults our ears.

My pussy clenched around his cock so violently he grunted. My whole body shook through it, legs barely holding, both palms pressed white-knuckled to his desk. But did he stop? No, he didn't. He kept the rhythm. Kept his thick thumb working my oversensitive clit through every fucking wave. "Dr. Kevin, it's too much… I'm still…" "Again," he said. "I can't!" "Again, Lori." His cock hammered that specific spot inside me and the second orgasm stacked directly on top of the first before my body had finished processing the first.