Hi everyone so a quick backstory for me and my gf, I'm m19 and her f23, long story short she keeps me a virgin because she thinks it's cute while she sleeps with other men. I'm actually getting to know one very well he seems really nice and he's sweet to me. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this lil retelling of a previous night and thank you all so much for all the feed back. I hope you enjoy this just as much and feel free to be more degrading in the comments I'm kinda enjoying that.
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I sat there restrained in a sturdy chair, arms and legs bound, sitting in her living room. I watched closely as she moved to wards her handbag. The moment she pulled the fabric from her bag, my stomach twisted. I could smell them before she pressed it closer to my mouth. The dampness seeped through the thin cloth, cold and heavy against my lips.
The scent hit me like a punch strong, musky, unmistakably hers, but layered with something harsher, darker. The faint chalky dryness mixed with the wetnelingeringss made my throat tighten. I swallowed hard against the bitter salty taste.
Her voice cut through the haze. “This isn’t just any pair,” she said, cruel and sharp. “Last night, after he was done with me, I used these to clean myself. Every drop soaked in everything he left behind. Just for you”
I wanted to pull back, to push the fabric away, but the bindings held me, and her grip was firm. She pressed it deeper, forcing me to taste the evidence of my humiliation.
Heat rushed to my cheeks, shame burning hotter than any physical sensation. My heart pounded in my chest, a wild drum of helplessness and need. Every breath was thick with the sharp scent.
I wanted to beg and whine but all I could do was taste them.
The moment the fabric pushed past my lips, I knew it wasn’t dry. It was damp The moisture had soaked deep into the material, making it heavy and clammy as it was pushed between my lips and onto my tongue. The lace was no longer soft it clung to my mouth cold at first, then warming slightly with my breath.
The wetness coated my tongue instantly. It wasn’t just from her it was mixed, unmistakably, with him. The slick texture carried an oily, musky weight, thick and sour in a way that made my stomach twist. The center of the fabric was the worst still soaked, almost sticky. Each press of my tongue brought more of it to the surface, as if the fabric was wringing itself out with every movement of my mouth.
There were places where it had started to dry, where the moisture had turned tacky and left the fibers stiff, almost crusted. Those parts dragged across my tongue, bitter. But most of it was still wet fresh enough that I could feel it seep into the corners of my mouth, under my tongue, impossible to ignore.
The gag came down tight over it, locking it in place, sealing the mess inside. I couldn’t spit it out. I couldn’t avoid the taste. All I could do was sit there, cheeks burning, mouth full, as the sour warmth of her pleasure and his mark spread across my tongue unable to swallow.
The wet fabric was shoved deep into my mouth, thick and heavy on my tongue. The taste was sharp and bitter definitely not just hers. It was him. The smell, the heat, the salty, musky mess soaked into the cloth was unmistakably his.
It pooled dripping from the still soaked center on my tongue, warm and sticky, and I couldn’t swallow it because of the gag.. I was forced to sit there with his taste in my mouth the wet slick texture moving around my tongue coating it dripping under it.
"Look at you stuck with the mess my bull made. He ruined me last night, filled me so completely can you tell?"
she took a blindfold and wrapped it around my eyes, cutting off the little sight I had left.
I felt her move in closer. “Can’t see anything now, can you? Just the taste, our cum"
She leaned in close, letting me feel her breath. “My bull made a mess all over me last night I wanted to share it with you.”
She moved behind me, her body close enough that I could feel the heat radiating against my back. Her hand pressed firmly between my shoulder blades, a silent command that I stay perfectly still. I wanted to resist, to pull away, but the restraints held me tight arms and legs bound, chest pressed against the cold leather of the chair.
Then, with gentle but insistent pressure, she pushed me forward. My body shifted, muscles straining against the bonds as I tried to steady my breathing behind the gag. The sudden movement left me exposed, vulnerable, every nerve on edge. "Stay still" she said in a commanding yet gental tone.
Her fingers traced the rim of my entrance with deliberate slowness, teasing the tight ring of muscle that clenched instinctively around her touch. I could feel myself contracting, the unfamiliar sensation making my heart race faster. I felt the unmistakable chill of lubricant as she coated my hole with care
Then, she pushed. A single finger, slick and smooth, pressed firmly against me. The initial entry was sharp pain flared immediately as my body protested the intrusion. I bit down on the gag, muffling a breathless noise, half pain, half surprise.
The ache was intense, stretching me in a way I hadn't before. My body jerked slightly, a desperate reflex, but the bindings held me on place.
She held her finger there, deep inside, letting the pain settle into a duller burn. The slow stretch forced my muscles to relax bit by bit.
After holding her finger deep inside me for a moment, letting me adjust to the stretch, I felt her withdraw it slowly. My body trembled, still aching from the intrusion, muscles tight and reluctant to relax.
Then I felt it smooth at first, sharper than her finger, harder, a small toy. The lube made it slick, but the size and firmness of the toy sent a fresh wave of aching through my body, stretching me slightly further than before.
She paused, letting me brace against the new pressure. Then, with slow deliberate force she began to push it inside. I felt my body pull the toy into me holding it in place refusing to let it go.
I felt her slowly lean over me moving close to my ear whispering “You’ll know how much I’m enjoying him… every time I moan, I’ll give you a little buzz. Every time I scream, I’ll turn it up.”
“You’re such a good boy for me.”
Then I felt it she trails her tongue lightly over my locked chastity cage, the cool plasic contrasting with the warmth of her mouth Her breath is warm against the cage now pulsing tight around my aching shaft. Then a thick bead of saliva hit my cage warm again her the saliva trail down in sticky rivulets, coating my cage. Her tongue gave one more lick, a long slow line across the cage’s surface, the wet sound loud in the quiet room
“Almost forgot no one’s ever sucked this before." She giggled " I thought you deserved a little taste of what I'm going to give him"
Then she left me alone, plugged gagged with his cum pooling on my tongue, cage covered in her spit"
The first buzz hit me like a sudden shock sharp and unexpected, sending an electric jolt straight to my prostate. My hole clenched tightly around the toy gripping it instinctively as heat flared deep inside me. My back arched involuntarily, muscles tensing as a shudder racked through my body only held in place by the restrans, moaning though the gag dragging the wet cum from her panties across my tongue deeper into my throat feeling his cum slowly drip down my throat.
Just as my body reacted her moan slipped through the door. It was like her voice ignited the buzz, making the vibration pulse stronger and deeper. Every nerve ending screamed in response overwhelmed.
That first brutal buzz was only the beginning. For what felt like hours, the vibrator hammered inside me waves of sharp, pulsing pressure that twisted and clenched my gut over and over. My hole gripped the toy like a vice with every pulse, muscles tightening, then barely relaxing before the next relentless jolt hit.
Her moans and screams bled through the door continuously, each one triggering a new surge. Sometimes slow and teasing, other times wild and punishing.
My back arched again and again, pressing hard against the chair as I was caught in this endless cycle of torment. Sweat slicked my skin, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Every nerve screamed.
The frantic pounding slows replaced by ragged breaths deep I hear the wet slap of flesh the rough grunts tearing from him as he fucks her like she’s nothing but a filthy fucktoy.
Her moans now broken cries ragged begging the sound of her screaming his name fills my ears. He groans heavy manly hers ragged. I imagine her trembling spent, lying beneath him used stretched full of his cum, hers dripping from his cock.
Her giggle cuts through the heavy silence, sharp and full of amusement. I hear the bull’s voice “Give it here.” Suddenly, the vibrator inside me surges to maximum an overwhelming, relentless blast that shreds through my body. My muscles clamp down involuntarily, my hole gripping the toy like a vise I strain against the restraints desperate to move, to escape the unbearable pleasure flooding me.
My back arches violently every nerve firing as waves of pleasure crash over me i’m drowning in it. Despite the cage locking me tight i cum hard, a hot, shuddering release that spills against the chair. I’m left gasping, trembling, moaning and screaming though the gag.
Even as my body trembles from the first release, the vibrator doesn’t stop. The relentless buzzing intensifies, stabbing through me with sharp punishing pulses. Every nerve ending is on fire turning overwhelming pleasure, painful overstimulation.
My muscles clamp down again tighter this time, but the waves crash harder. I’m forced over the edge a second time a spasm that wracks my body shoots though me and leaves me gasping for breath. My back arches violently once more I cry out, but the gag muffles me again.
I’m gasping now sweating head thrown back, throat raw from silent screams I can’t make I don't remember how long I had been there before my back arches again trembling my body convulses with a third shattering release this one harsher more punishing than the last.
After what feels like an eternity, the relentless buzzing suddenly cuts out the silence crashes over me, my body trembling, sweating gasping raw every nerve screaming in the sudden absence of sensation.
I’m left gasping for breath muscles slackening but still trembling from the brutal overstimulation.
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