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could I get a piece about intense 24/7 female overstimulation ?
Chanelle did something to Kelly.
Kelly's not sure what, can barely think long enough to try to work through it, but she's had a vibrator running against her clit for--
Days?
Weeks?
Since she moved into Chanelle's absurdly big house and signed all sorts of paperwork to agree to be her live-in-whatever-Chanelle-wants in exchange for room and board and $80,000 a year, which is more than Kelly has ever earned before in her life.
But on her first full day, Chanelle had her take a small bullet vibrator and slide it between her labia and position it right against her clit, and then Chanelle had her straighten out her clothes so she looked polished and professional, and then Chanelle turned the vibrator on.
And it's been running ever since, no charging, no battery changes, no slipping from between her labia. And no getting used to it.
She's cum now, more times than she can count, the entire bottom half of the uniform that she is required to meticulously put on every day so drenched in her arousal that she needs to sit on towels or she leaves a puddle behind everywhere she goes.
Chanelle doesn't ask much of her--which is good, because 90% of all of her thought at any given time is just a constant drumbeat of sensation between her legs, pleasure and pain and just pure feeling that is unrelenting and only ebbs and swells with her orgasms. All Kelly has to do is wear her uniform and be available at all times to warm Chanelle's cock whenever Chanelle requests--with Kelly's mouth or with her always-soaked cunt.
And always, always, the vibrator runs.
Are you worthy to worship me?
You Meet the Most Interesting People Working in Community Theater
"I think we need to talk about these silly little notions of yours," Becca murmured, her sultry voice rendered infinitely more seductive by the two fingers buried in Susan's cunt all the way up to the knuckle. "Now, you were telling me you were straight just an hour ago, and I think that's so adorable of you, but I don't think it really fits the facts, do you? I think it's really better to describe you as a needy bisexual slut who's so desperate for a big hard cummie that she can't keep her hands off her tits while I finger her pussy, and you have to admit--that suits you so much better, doesn't it?"
Susan tried to reply, even though her muddled brain wasn't sure whether she planned to spit back some useless defiance or simply beg for the climax she could feel pressing in on her, but her words were obliterated even in the privacy of her own head when Becca's thumb found Susan's clit and rubbed her to an explosive grunt of pure ecstasy. Susan's fingers pinched her own nipple so hard it practically hurt, desperate to add that tiny little extra bit of sensation she knew would get her over the edge, but Becca was a master at reading people and refused to give it to her. She kept Susan right where she wanted her, the whole time, waiting for an admission Susan knew it would be a mistake to give.
And she was so fucking nice about it, too. "Ohhh, sweetie!" she cooed, the words dripping with mock sympathy even as her eyes drank in the sight of Susan's desperate thrashing with playful amusement sparkling in their depths. "I know, it's so hard for you being all stuck like that, isn't it? Don't worry, I know I can help you. All you need to do is tell me the truth, just say you're a bisexual slut and you need me to make you cum, and I can make all that frustration go away. Don't you want that, baby girl? Don't you want to stop needing this so much?" Susan's eyelids squeezed shut, and her back arched on the prop bed they were supposed to be getting out of storage for the summer play. She knew there was no way out of this except to admit defeat, but she didn't know where that would lead so she tried her best to hold onto her only ally--silence.
She failed. Susan didn't know how long it took, because time lost all meaning when Becca was playing with her cunt like that, but eventually she heard a thin, reedy whimper gasping out, "I… I'm a bisexual slut…." and she realized the voice belonged to her. It completed the dissociation she'd been drifting into ever since Becca began touching her, convincing her fully that she was nothing more than a passenger in her own body watching her descent into lesbian submission, and she gave up trying to fight anymore as she heard herself say, "And I need you to make me cum." It didn't seem real, none of it did, but the orgasm she experienced was very real and it was the best climax she'd ever had in her entire life.
It wasn't nearly enough to sate her, though, and soon she was weakly grasping at Becca's wrist in a pathetic effort to keep the other woman's hand inside her cunt. "Oh, does my good girl need some more?" Becca chuckled, clearly expecting exactly this kind of submissive behavior now that the first violent cracks had shown in Susan's resistance. "Well, I think she's going to have to earn it. I think she's going to have to tell me just what she's willing to do for another big, strong cummie like that." The use of the third person only intensified Susan's dissociation from her own identity, and she found herself dazedly agreeing with Becca's words as if they were talking about someone else entirely. There were still six whole weeks before the play even premiered, and Susan was now fully certain that by the time it wrapped production she'd be nothing more than a helpless slave to the woman fingering her slick pussy.
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Nancy's a Changed Woman
"Oh! Um, H-Hank. Hi. I, I didn't expect to see you down here." Hank didn't blame Nancy for looking startled--clearly she had a very different idea of how her afternoon was going to go, and a very different idea of who she heard walking around downstairs. She had on nothing but a black lacy teddy whose sheer fabric left very little to the imagination, the kind of thing you very much didn't wear around the house when it was just you and your husband's fishing buddy, and Hank probably would have sprung clean up off the couch and all the way out of the house if he knew how he'd explain his absence to Paul later. This was so awkward Hank didn't even know what to say.
It got even more awkward when Nancy filled the silence with the world's strangest apology, meekly murmuring, "Here, where are my manners?" before tugging the stretchy fabric out of the way to fully and completely expose her ample breasts to Hank's stunned and helpless stare. He'd never been alone with Paul's wife before, never even given her the slightest hint that he was interested in her in any way that he could think of, and it felt like the worst betrayal in the world to just sit there and watch while she pulled out what were an admittedly amazing pair of tits to show off to him like it was her duty as host to get his dick hard. Hank's face reddened under his bushy blond beard as he realized that was exactly what was happening despite his best efforts.
She must have noticed his bewildered astonishment, because she giggled and said, "Sorry, Hank, I forgot--it's been a few months since you were here last, hasn't it? Not since the Super Bowl, and of course my parents were there for that so I couldn't exactly show off my new self." She giggled again, sounding almost like she'd just gotten a hit of nitrous at the dentist's office, and Hank was embarrassed to realize that her bubbly laugh was making his dick even harder. "It's probably been since last fishing season that you and I had even a moment of alone time, and back then I'd only just started on the training videos." She came closer, kneeling down between his legs and undoing his fly to pull his cock out, and to his shame Hank didn't even try to stop her.
"See, Paul's been making me a more, um, useful wife," she purred, wrapping her tits around Hank's cock as she spoke and gently working his shaft up and down until the valley of her cleavage was slick with his precum. "More agreeable, more helpful, more willing to do some of the things that I was maybe a little bit shy about before he started showing me his special videos. I'm happy to keep his friends entertained now, because it pleases Paul when I please you, and even though my pussy is off-limits I'm sure I can think of all kinds of other ways to satisfy you. Would you like that, Hank? Would you like it if I helped you release a bit of that tension before you go off on that long weekend?"
Hank didn't have the willpower to say no, even though he was privately shocked to hear about what was happening and he knew he'd need to have a long talk with Paul after they got in off the lake tomorrow night to satisfy himself about what was happening with Nancy. His hips kept bucking despite his best efforts to resist temptation, and it felt like only a matter of minutes before he spurted a thick, heavy gush of jizz all the way up into the underside of Nancy's chin. "Ooh, thank you!" she giggled, and Hank could already tell he'd be hard again soon enough.
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