Want my legs tied to my wrists so my pussy is fully exposed, unable to move while they keep a vibrator on my clit and fuck me slowly with one finger. every thought in my head would focused on the feeling of their finger gliding in and out of me, and i’d only be desperate for more. I’d cry and beg to be filled up with either their c*ck or more fingers, just anything to filled and used like i’m supposed to be
Make me edge over and over again until all I can do is leak and drool, moaning and begging without even knowing what I'm begging for in a hiccuping broken voice. Pretty tears stream down my face and all you do is laugh and tell me to keep going. Watching me become more brainless, more cock drunk with each failed attempt at orgasm.
I want my parents to send me to a slut boarding school without my knowledge. When I get there on the first day, I have to stand in a line while teachers take off our panties and shove vibrators inside us. I tell them no, but at this school, I don't get a say. I'm too scared to take it out. They pass the remotes to the boys randomly.
Throughout the day, my pussy buzzes and it slowly starts to make me wet. The boys trade remotes, so I end up being played with by multiple guys.
After lunch, the vibrators come out, and when I walk into my next class, the girl's desks all have some kind of dildo on them. One of the boys drags me over to one of the bigger dildos, and he and his buddies impale me on it, ignoring me when I tell them it's too big. Class starts, and I'm forced to cock warm this huge toy the entire time.
After classes, they take us to a room where we're all stripped and strapped down to tables. I tug at my bonds, but it doesn't help. The boy from earlier comes up, dick out. It's the same size as the toy from earlier. He was warming me up.
He doesn't wait and he isn't gentle. He slams his cock into me, laughing when I cry. He tells me what a good girl I am, how sluts like me belong on his cock, how good I feel. Finally, he cums, and he leaves. Other boys take turns with me for hours, but none of them fill me up like him.
Finally, they pull the girls off the tables. We wobble, but we're told we'll learn to take it. We're not allowed to put our clothes back on until tomorrow morning, and we're sent to dinner naked. The boy stops in the hall to grope my tits until I'm wet again, and then he shoves his fingers inside me. He doesn't let me cum though, telling me I have to wait until tomorrow for that.
Crying and begging gives way to hitched breaths and panicked panting, breathing in time to every push and thrust, soon the sounds of her wet cunt will be louder than her pleading.
The only thing better than her wet slit, made tighter by her panic or her angelic tears are the sounds of her stifled moans, desperate to hide that despite it all.
She's loving every second.
It’s not long before they have her completely undone, frantically thrashing as you orgasm. Once it wears off, however, they don’t stop. It’s too much, and yet she has no fight left in her, thoroughly exhausted and only able to produce pitiful whimpers.
~ an hr prior ~
"Ladies and gentlemen," the host boomed, "Welcome to our product launch! Let's give a warm welcome to our brand ambassador: Ashley!" He stood on the stage, gesturing to me with an easy confidence, broad shoulders and a lean, strong frame. His dark eyes held a steady, magnetic gaze, drawing me in.
He'd said "Ladies" but that must have been for show because as I'd scanned the audience back stage, I'd only see men. They erupted into a chorus of hoots and hollers now. I forced a smile but my stomach churned as I stepped out from behind the curtain.
Countless eyes scanned me from head to toe. Maybe I was imagining it, but their reactions seemed to carry a tone far different from the wholesome environment I had been anticipating.
Instead, I sensed a sort of predatory curiosity, and, was that... lust?
Maybe I should have read that waiver I'd signed more thoroughly...
The host guided me toward a massage-like table set up nearby. Draped in soft, plush blankets, it looked inviting. "Okay, Ashley, let's get you settled," he said, gesturing for me to lie down. As I nestled into the bed four men stepped out from backstage, positioning themselves around me.
I felt a surge of trepidation. The countless eyes on me, the men looming over me, the heat of the studio lights, and the sexually charged atmosphere were all scrambling my thoughts.
"It's alright, it's just the audience engagement we specified in your contract, try to relax and have some fun~" The host smiled reassuringly, stepping forward with a black silk blindfold.
The fabric of my dress clung to me as I shifted, catching on my curves. Leaning in, I could feel his hot breath on me, his hands steady as he brought the blindfold up, brushing softly against my temple. Slowly, he tied it behind my head, his fingers grazing the back of my neck with deliberate precision. The knot was firm and tight, his touch lingering just long enough to give me goosebumps.
"There," he murmured. "Now, Ashley, just relax and let them warm you up."
My heart raced as I lay there, sightless and vulnerable.
There was a moment's pause before hands gently made contact with my skin. The touch was soft as fingers brushed the curve of my neck, tracing a slow path down to my shoulder. The movements were cautious at first, but as he continued, his touch became more assured. Fingers danced across my skin, sending shivers up and down my body. He touched the curve of my breast, his thumb brushing against my nipple, making me gasp.
I felt a spark of electricity run through my body as he continued to caress me, flicking his fingers over my hardening nubs. As I focused on the sensations, I noticed how soft and delicate his hands were, his long fingers teasing my nipples with maddening precision.
The second set of hands were firm, rough and confident. There was no hesitation as his fingers explored the bare skin exposed to him, caressing his way up my bare thigh, under the hem of my dress, and finally making contact with the wetness growing between my legs, sending a tingle through my entire body.
I couldn't believe how much this was turning me on.
I was being groped and humiliated and my body was practically begging for more.
I needed to focus. This was just part of the job.
I heard the next man step forward, and the moment his hands met my skin, I jumped. Rough, weathered hands found their way from the nape of my neck up to my scalp. Brushing through my hair, they began massaging my skull with unhurried precision. I caught the faint scent of perfume as he leaned in to smell my hair. Despite the tension in my body, the massage was intoxicating, his skilled fingers sending ripples of warmth and relaxation through me.
When the hands finally left me, I heard the final man step closer. Without warning, he tugged the top of my dress aside, the silky fabric slipping from my shoulder. I felt a rush of cool air against my exposed skin, sending a jolt through me. His hands were warm as he cupped my breast, fingers tracing the curve of my nipple.
He leaned in, the breath on my skin making me tremble. His lips made contact with my hardened nipple, sucking gently at first, but growing more insistent as he continued.
The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that left me gasping for breath. His mouth was warm and wet, his tongue dancing across my nipple as he sucked. I felt myself arching into his touch, wrapping my hands around his head, pulling him closer, wanting more of the delicious sensation that was coursing through my body.
I was getting lost in the moment when the host's voice called me back.
"Well, well, well... looks like our little ambassador seems to be enjoying herself."
I burned with embarrassment, yet my body betrayed me, igniting instead, with desire.
Encouraged by the host's comment, the man continued sucking at my nipple, harder and with more fervor than before. He exposed my other breast, and his mouth moved from one taught nipple to other, almost in a frenzy now.
Pushing my breasts together, he began capturing both nipples in his mouth at once, taking long, deep, hard pulls. I stifled a moan.
"Okay, okay... I think it's time for the main event."
I pulled back, panting with desire and shame. I blinked against the harsh stage lights as the host removed the blindfold, my eyes darting to the audience. I hurriedly pulled my dress back into place, but not before seeing the hungry look in the host's eye.
"Now Ashley," he said, pausing just long enough for the weight of his next words to sink in. "For this next part, I need you to remove your clothes. Completely."
His eyes softened as he spoke the words, holding mine with warmth. There was something else in his gaze, though; a flicker of intensity beneath the surface, calculated and deliberate. It was disarming and magnetic, a look that made it impossible to question his intentions, even as my instincts whispered otherwise.
He took a step closer, his voice dropping smooth and low, each word wrapping around me like a warm embrace. "You have to admit... you're curious about how this will play out. You're curious about what it will feel like to be completely naked in front of all of these men. And I promise you... it will be an experience unlike any other. Now, remove your clothes."
As it had at the start of the first round, my body obeyed the command before I could stop it. With shaky hands I unbuttoned my dress and let it fall around me, stepping out in just my panties. I could feel everyone's eyes rake over my body as I removed it too. The audience fell into a hushed silence. The cool air tickled my skin as each layer fell away.
Vulnerable and exposed, I forced myself to meet the host's gaze, pulse thundering in my ears. His eyes had darkened, the usual spark replaced by something deeper, more intense. For a split second, desire flared like a sudden flame, raw and consuming on his face.
Maintaining eye contact with me and holding a small device in one hand, he stepped forward. Without a word, he began attaching nodes with tiny flashing lights to my chest, wrists, and temples, each one cold and sticky against my skin, giving me goosebumps.
"This," he explained, voice smooth and measured, "is to track your heart rate and body's responses. It will play a key role in determining whether you fulfill your responsibilities."
His smirk deepened as he adjusted dials on a nearby machine. The monitor's faint rhythmic beeping filled the room.
"In order to fulfil her contract obligations, Ashley must experience 10 orgasms, right here on stage."
The crowd erupted into a cacophony of lust-filled calls and whistles, excitement filling the room. "Our four assistants will do everything they can to help her achieve it," the host declared, hunger still glinting in his eyes.
Then, turning to the crowd with a wicked grin, he added, "And for those in the audience feeling particularly generous, there will be a chance for you to come up and join in too."
My brain seemed to shut down, paralyzed by a wave of conflicting emotions. I couldn't form a coherent thought, trapped in a haze of shock. As the host guided me back toward the bed, his hand found the small of my back. He guided me with a deliberate pressure that caused an undeniable flicker of arousal to stir inside me. The option to leave was now a distant memory; a foreign concept. Any thought of escape had evaporated, replaced by the pull of the moment and the inevitability of what was about to happen. I lay on the bed, body trembling, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through me.
An assistant stepped forward, his arms flexing as he tugged his shirt over his head, revealing a chiseled torso. Without hesitation, he kicked off his shoes and slid out of his pants. His thick, girthy manhood jutted out proudly, and he wasted no time in walking over, hopping up onto the bed, and plunging it between my parted lips. The unexpected movement made my breath catch as I instinctively closed my mouth, sputtering around him as he thrust deep into my throat.
Before I could think or react, another was stepping closer, undressing in a similar fashion. His massive cock slapped against my thigh before he moved to position himself at the entrance to my dripping pussy. The tip rubbed back and forth in my wetness, sliding between my folds and gliding tortuously over my clitoris before pushing inside me, filling me up completely. My scream was muffled only by the other meaty organ still filling my mouth.
The double assault sent my body into overdrive, my heart raced as every nerve hummed. I was vibrating, every sensation suddenly amplified beyond reason. As they began moving in and out of me, a tingling spread from my core, radiating outwards to every part of my body.
A third assistant moved closer and began rubbing my aching breasts. My skin buzzed, every brush of his fingers against my nipples sent electric shocks through me. A deep warmth expanded through my pelvis, and I felt a pressure building. The sensors on the host's monitor began to beep rapidly, their sharp tones drawing the audience's attention.
The host's commanding voice came through the speakers, "Folks, it looks like she's approaching orgasm number one!"
The responding roar of the crowd dissolved into the background for me, eclipsed by the wave of pleasure that consumed me as an orgasm rocked me.
The third assistant removed his hands from my breasts and began disrobing, climbing onto the bed behind me and rearranging me to sit in the first's lap, impaled by his cock. The second stood directly behind him, gently pushing my head over the first's shoulder so that he could continue his assault on my mouth.
Bouncing up and down on one cock while another slid in and out of my mouth, I only slightly registered that a third penis was poking at my ass hole.
But when he pushed inside I became acutely, undeniably aware of its presence.
I gasped as he stretched me open somewhere I'd never been touched, feeling a delicious burn as he filled me up. He began to move, each thrust syncing effortlessly with the rhythm of my bouncing body and the tempo of their partner's cock, creating a seamless, intoxicating dance that sent me over the edge once more.
"That was number two!" The host exclaimed.
The final assistant finally joined in, taking one of my hands and guided it to his member, urging me to stroke it as he leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth.
As soon as he latched on, I was gasping for air. The world around me faded away once more as I surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body, hand jerking rhythmically without thought.
"NUMBER FOUR!" The Host cried, bringing me back to earth, his voice only slightly louder than the rapid beeping of the monitor.
"Let's see if these four can draw one more out of her before giving you eager audience members a chance to come up on stage and help Ashley complete her assignment!"
The men fucked me in every hole, a symphony of squelching and moaning filled the room. At some point I stopped questioning how this could be happening and just let it happen.
I was an animal as I reached the brink of my fifth orgasm, bucking and screaming.
Bells and chimes erupted, along with a sudden flash of colorful lights. Music began playing and the room buzzed as The Host's voice cut through the chaos, "HALFWAY THERE! Let's open this up to our eager audience members!"
They began streaming from their seats, forming a chaotic line.
The men shifted our positions, standing me up and leaning me forward over the massage table. I was met with an unfamiliar dick in my face, while another suddenly thrust into my pussy from behind, causing waves of shocking pleasure to pulse through me with each thrust, and sending me rocketing towards orgasm number six.
As every muscle in my body contracted in bliss, two new audience members appeared on either side of me and took hold of my hands, guiding them to stroke their rock hard rods.
Other, rough hands gripped me, turning me over and pushing me backwards onto the table. Switching hands so that I was now stroking opposite cocks, the men on either side of me leaned in, each taking a nipple into their mouth. Their mouths were hot and wet as they splayed my nipples between their fingers and tongues. This was pure euphoria. Another orgasm went ripping through me as the massive cock plunged in and out of my now dripping wet cunt.
As more men joined in, I gave in to the waves of ecstasy, over and over. Sound faded to a ringing in my ears as I lost track of the number of orgasms washing over me.
I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly the upbeat rhythm of a song was blasting through the speakers, jolting me back to reality. My eyes widened, focusing in on the host towering over me with an effortless dominance that made the space between us feel impossibly small. I had to tilt my head to meet his gaze, dark and piercing, the weight of it sending my pulse into overdrive, as he spoke. Microphone in hand, he was in the middle of a sentence. "...FINAL orgasm! You've almost done it, Ashley... You're so close! It's tradition here for the host to administer the last orgasm," he purred, the desire in his voice unmistakable.
I felt disoriented by his words. The final orgasm? I struggled to piece together what was happening, my mind foggy from the intense sensations that had been coursing through me.
"Oh, Ashley. You've been quite the star tonight. Nine orgasms in under an hour, a new record for our brand! One more and you'll complete your brand fulfilment."
His eyes locked onto mine, sharp and intense. I trembled as he approached. Tall and broad shouldered, his smile was dazzling and my body responded to his animal magnetism.
With practiced ease, unhurried, he slid his hands along my sides and I arched into his touch, craving more.
"Please," I whispered, my voice husky with need.
"Patience, my dear," he murmured, his lips brushing my ear. "You are unlike any ambassador we've ever had, and I intend to savor this part."
His fingers danced across my skin, teasing and tantalizing. I gasped as he reached between my legs, my hips bucking involuntarily. His touch was skilled and sent jolts of pleasure coursing through me. I whimpered, desperate for more.
"That's it," he purred, his fingers working their magic, stroking my insides. "God you're sexy. Everyone watching is getting quite the treat tonight."
He continued to tease me, to built me higher; complimenting my body and reminding me of the many eyes watching me and how lucky they were. My back arched off the bed, my hands fisting in the sheets as I chased that final peak.
I was so close, teetering on the edge of rapture. His fingers moved faster, more insistently, pushing me closer to the brink. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the moans threatening to escape.
Then, maddeningly, he removed his fingers.
Hand snaking around my throat, he positioned his rock hard cock at my entrance. I was drenched and he thrust into me easily, fast and hard, rough and deep.
At first I tried to pull away from his hand around my neck, but he held me there, whispering in my ear to let go, to surrender and to trust him. His fingers flexed, obstructing my airway gently, the restraint creating an intense mixture of danger and safety. There was something undeniably magnetic about this dominance, his fingers found a delicious pressure that stole my air and amplified every other sensation.
"Let go, Ashley," he commanded. "Surrender."
I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him in closer, wanting him deeper with each thrust. He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth with a fierce passion. His movements inside me grew faster, more urgent. He released his grip on my throat as I cried out, my body convulsing with pleasure exploding through me. Wave after wave crashed over me as the host expertly prolonged this final orgasm before finally filling me with his warmth, shooting his hot cum deep inside me.
Urgh, you know what I need? I need a man to force his thick hard cock into my pussy in front of a screen and camera. Then gently explain, while I drip pathetically around his cock, that the screen will show me phrases I need to say out loud. If I refuse to say one, or accidentally miss one, the recording of this entire thing will be posted online for everyone to see. Complete with my name and face, of course.
Then he destroys my (embarrassingly wet) cunt as I'm forced to moan the most pathetic porny phrases. And of course, they get longer and more humiliating as it goes...
"My pussy feels so good... She loves sucking on big throbbing dicks..."
"Please defile my womanhood with your delicious sperm. Please please please!"
"My cunt has never felt so amazing.... Being stretched around a thick meaty rod is making me gush so hard."
"I love cock so much. I want to be fucked with cocks forever. I love serving cocks, my only purpose is serving cocks. My pussy drools whenever I think of cocks."
"I love being fucked by men. My cunt always wants more hot man cock to gobble up. I can't help creaming and squirting when I feel cockhead against my cervix. Clenching and cumming on a hard fertile penis feels so good. Thank you penis!"
"Please cum inside of my tight slutty pussy, pretty please. I want nothing more in the world. I'd do anything to feel your semen flood my womb, I'm so needy and desperate. I want your cock-milk swimmers to coat my walls and gang-rape my egg until I'm pregnant. Please I'm begging you, please breed me please."
Etc. etc.
Of course, eventually I cum so hard I can't read or think, and by the time my silly cockdrunk brain processes what happened, it's too late. I missed one.
Now everyone online will get to see me begging and moaning and humiliating myself, and cumming my brains out while doing so...
That thought makes me clench so hard in fear and arousal that I immediately cum again, drooling and twitching in pleasure.
I stumbled out of the lift, the world spinning slightly, my body warm from the alcohol coursing through my veins. My fingers fumbled with the keys, the ring slipping once, twice, before I finally got the right one into the lock. I shoved the door open lazily, leaving it ajar behind me — even the metal gate was left unlocked.
I barely made it to the couch before collapsing, my white tube top sliding slightly as I fell, exposing a sliver of underboob and my soft stomach. My snug black Calvin Klein shorts clung to my hips, but it was the black fishnet stockings underneath that drew attention — stretched tight over my thighs, framing every inch of skin like lingerie I hadn’t meant to wear out. My platinum-blonde hair fell over my face as I buried myself into the couch cushions, too drunk to care, too tired to move.
Across the hallway, Riaz noticed.
We’d known each other forever — childhood friends, practically siblings in name, but something had shifted with age. There was a quiet tension between us, unspoken but constant. He never said a word, and neither did I. But we both felt it. A charged silence. A dangerous, unsaid craving.
He stood in his doorway, watching me, frozen. My legs curled on the couch, ass barely covered by the shorts, fishnets clinging to my thighs, tattoos visible under the warm indoor light. I looked wrecked. Spent. But soft. So vulnerable. So inviting.
He swallowed hard. Something in him snapped.
Barefoot, silent, he padded across the hallway. The open gate, the unlocked door — it was an invitation. A careless, drunken mistake. But it felt like fate. He stepped inside, standing over me, his shadow long and tense. I didn’t stir — just let out a sleepy little sigh, one arm limp over the edge of the couch.
He knelt beside me.
His hand reached out slowly, brushing his fingertips against the soft skin of my waist where my top had ridden up. I shivered at the contact but didn’t wake. That emboldened him. His lips followed next — grazing the side of my neck, taking in the scent of sweat, perfume, and the trace of alcohol.
“You look so fucking good like this,” he murmured into my skin.
His hands slid down to my hips. He hesitated just a moment… then gripped the waistband of my shorts and peeled them down — slowly, carefully — revealing the full length of the fishnet stockings clinging to my bare legs. My pussy, barely hidden beneath the mesh and my soaked panties, twitched at the rush of cool air. He left the fishnets on.
He leaned over me, pressing his lips to mine — slow, testing. I stirred under him, eyes fluttering open, dazed, unfocused.
“Riaz…?” I slurred, brows furrowed in confusion.
“Shh. It’s me.” His voice was low, soothing. His mouth returned to mine, more forceful this time — and I didn’t pull away. My body responded instinctively, parting my lips for his tongue, my thighs falling open just slightly.
He tugged my panties aside beneath the stretched fishnet fabric, fingers slipping between my folds. I gasped. I was already wet. Soaked. Dripping. From the alcohol? From the touch? Maybe both. My hips lifted into his hand.
“So fucking wet for me… You want this, don’t you?” he whispered, breath hot against my cheek.
I moaned softly in response, biting my lip.
Then I felt him shift — the rustle of clothes, the soft thump of denim hitting the floor. His cock, thick and throbbing, pressed against my entrance. He didn’t bother undressing me further — just shoved forward, slowly but firmly, sinking inside me inch by inch.
My head rolled back as a sharp gasp escaped my lips. “F-fuck…”
“God, you’re tight,” he groaned, grinding deeper until he was buried to the hilt.
He began to thrust, hips rolling as he fucked me on the couch, the fishnets biting faintly into my thighs with every movement. His grip on my hips grew rougher, his mouth trailing hot kisses up my neck.
Then he shifted again — rising onto his knees, grabbing me by both thighs.
In one fluid motion, he flipped me into a new position — folding me onto my back, lifting both of my legs high and wide, his grip locking around the backs of my knees. He pushed them up, pressing them tightly against my chest, nearly folding me in half beneath him.
My ass was lifted slightly off the couch, my knees bent and pinned back, body completely exposed. The fishnet fabric framed my thighs and calves as they stretched under tension, my pussy wide open and helpless under him.
He slammed into me hard.
The angle was brutal. Every thrust hit deeper, pounding up into my core, his cock reaching places I didn’t even know existed. I cried out, arms helpless at my sides, my body jolting with every punishing stroke.
"You like being folded up and fucked like this, huh?" he growled, sweat dripping down his chest as he hovered over me, his hips snapping forward again and again.
"Yes—fuck—Riaz!" I screamed, my voice shattering into moans as my orgasm started to rise. “Don’t stop—don’t you fucking stop—!”
His eyes locked onto mine, raw and intense, and he kept going — faster, harder, the couch groaning beneath us, our bodies slapping together wetly, lewd sounds echoing through the room.
I came hard — convulsing beneath him, helpless in the tight hold, my scream caught in my throat as pleasure tore through me. My legs twitched against his grip, muscles trembling, cunt pulsing around him.
But he didn’t stop.
His rhythm became erratic, messy, desperate — until finally he let out a low, guttural growl and slammed in deep one last time, cock buried to the base, thick spurts of cum flooding my pussy.
We stayed frozen like that for a moment.
Then, slowly, he let my legs fall back down. My body was limp, used, shaking slightly with aftershocks. He leaned down and kissed me again — this time slow. Soft. Tender.
"This... changes everything,” he whispered, his forehead resting against mine.
“I know,” I breathed, a dazed smile spreading across my lips. “I was hoping it would.”
My body was still trembling when he pulled out, a slow slide that left me aching and empty. I lay there, limp on the couch, legs sprawled, lips swollen from his kisses, his cum slowly leaking out of me, soaked into the mesh of my fishnets.
But Riaz wasn’t done.
He sat back, resting against the arm of the couch, his chest rising and falling as he stared at me — and then he spoke, voice still ragged but laced with hunger.
“One more round,” he growled. “Come here.”
I looked at him, dazed. “You’re serious?”
He smirked and tapped his lap. “You’re not gonna tell me you’re done, are you?”
I couldn’t say no. Not when his cock was still hard. Not when I still felt so fucking needy, so full of fire from what he'd just done to me. I climbed onto him slowly, straddling him with my back to his chest.
His hands immediately grabbed my thighs, guiding me into position. He didn’t ease me down gently this time — he slid his cock right back into me, thick and still wet, making me gasp as I was filled again.
Then he moved.
One arm hooked beneath my knees, lifting both of my legs upward and holding them close to my chest. His other arm reached back, curling around my neck, not choking me but holding me locked against his body, bent and helpless — folded in reverse this time, my back pressed to his chest, my ass lifted, my pussy stretched tight and impaled on his cock.
I was in a full nelson — I was perched on his lap, suspended in his grip, held open and up, my legs in the air, my body entirely at his mercy.
And then he slammed into me.
“Oh my God—” I cried, my voice pitching as the air punched from my lungs.
He thrust up from beneath, hips pounding into me like a machine, his grip rock-solid as he bounced me on his cock. My legs kicked slightly, useless in the air, while his grip kept me high and open, taking every merciless stroke.
“You feel that?” he hissed into my ear, his voice hot and dominant. “You love getting wrecked like this, don’t you?”
I moaned, trying to answer, but his cock hit so deep I could only whimper. Each thrust slammed me down onto him — loud, wet slaps of flesh-on-flesh echoing in the room, his cum from the first round mixing with my slick as it dripped between us.
My back arched, shoulders against his chest, his forearm keeping my legs pinned up tight as he used my body like a toy — up and down, again and again, stretching me open, drilling into the deepest parts of me.
“R-Riaz—fuck, you’re gonna make me—” I cried, body quaking.
“I know. I feel you clenching.” He didn’t stop. He only thrust harder, deeper, every motion raw and punishing.
I shattered.
My orgasm hit like lightning — violent, full-body, my scream muffled as he kissed the side of my neck. My body shook, limp in his arms, but he kept fucking me through it, his cock twitching inside me, getting close.
“Take all of it,” he groaned.
And with a final brutal thrust, he pushed deep and stayed there, cock buried, releasing a second hot load inside me, balls tightening as he growled against my skin.
We both stayed like that — tangled, slick with sweat, his arms still wrapped around me, my legs draped over his forearm.
“You’re mine,” he breathed, almost possessive.
And I didn’t argue.
I thought we were done.
My body was twitching, stretched and spent, thighs sticky with his cum, my voice raw from screaming his name. But Riaz wasn’t finished — not even close. He slid out of me slowly, cock still hard, shining with the mess we’d made.
He stared down at me, his hand trailing down my stomach, across the fishnets still stretched around my legs, and he gave a dark, crooked smile.
“You think we’re done?” he whispered.
I barely shook my head, lips parted, chest heaving. “I… can’t even move…”
“Good.” His voice dropped. “You don’t need to.”
Before I could ask what he meant, his arms were under me — one hooked under my thighs, the other gripping my back — and with a sudden surge of strength, he lifted me off the couch. My legs dangled briefly, then he adjusted his hold, locking my thighs around his waist and grabbing underneath my ass to support my weight. My back arched slightly, arms instinctively wrapping around his shoulders for balance.
Then, he stood up fully, holding me in the air, pressed against his chest — my body completely off the ground, suspended.
“R-Riaz…?” I gasped, wide-eyed.
He said nothing — just walked me backward until my back hit the nearest wall with a thud.
And then he thrust upward.
“Oh fuck—!”
He drove his cock deep into me from below, using the wall for leverage as he fucked me mid-air, holding my entire body up with sheer strength and force. My legs quivered around his waist, ankles crossed behind his back, helplessly clinging to him as he pistoned into me like a machine.
My hands clawed at his shoulders, eyes rolling back as each slam lifted me slightly against the wall before gravity pulled me back down his cock again — again, and again, and again.
“You love this,” he grunted, fucking harder. “Being held. Pinned. Filled.”
“Yes—yes, Riaz—don’t stop—fuck me like this—” I cried out, my voice barely holding together.
My head tipped back as the next orgasm built like fire in my stomach. I was weightless, powerless, suspended and used — every thrust bouncing me in his arms, every inch of his cock pressing deeper as he jackhammered upward into me.
“Look at you,” he growled. “My fucking ragdoll.”
I shattered again — hard — back arching, nails digging into his shoulders, cunt clenching desperately around him.
And still, he didn’t stop.
He gritted his teeth, fucking through my climax with frantic thrusts, growling as he neared his own edge. One final, brutal slam buried him deep inside me.
He came hard — his cock pulsing deep in my cunt, hot cum pouring into me, filling me once again as I hung in his arms, body shuddering from the overstimulation.
We collapsed together, finally — his knees buckling as he carried me back to the couch, laying me down gently. My legs slid open, still trembling, dripping with everything he’d left inside me.
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