Some of you people have asked me for an update on the trip I went with my uncle.
And I finally have a bit of spare time to tell you about it...
It was an amazing trip. And I was very nervous. It began when we arrived. My uncle had to fill out some paper at the register and instead of companion it said "spouse". We both blushed and then my uncle said "Yeah, this is my secret affair" and I nervously giggled. It was awkward since that guy at the register didn't really understand it was just a joke. We went for a hike, got to a lake. And then my uncle tried to convince me to skinny dip with him. The water was too cold, tho. I didn't know if I misinterpreted something there. I couldn't believe how obviously he made signs...but I dismissed them. It was a hot thought in my fantasies to have sex with my uncle, but the thought of actually having sex with him in real life and also the seriousness of the increasing chance of him wanting to have sex with me started to creep me out a little. I didn't know how to feel, so i ignored it and just laughed it off. Back at the camper, he said we both should take a shower. I didn't plan to take a shower there, so I had no towel with me. But he tried to convince me and offered me his towel. I found it utterly weird to use the same towel and I started to get really nervous. But eventually I did use it. Was it normal? Was it really just him being so innocent, he didn't see anything weird about any of this? Then it got late we went about sleeping. There was a big sleeping space above the driver's and passenger's seat. And there was also a smaller sleeping space downstairs, where the seats and the small table were. But still, he already had placed both our sleeping bags at the upper space, expecting us to sleep next to each other. I was too shy to say or do anything against it. So we both took off our clothing and we layed down next to each other, both still wet from taking a shower right before. My thought were spinning. Was this still normal and not weird at all? Uncle and nephew sleeping next to each other, almost naked? My uncle yawned and then said " If I start cuddling with you in the middle of the night, please excuse me, but I'm used to from at home." It was meant as a joke, but I could hear some truth out of his tone. I could feel my clit hardening and my cheeks turning red. "I wouldn't mind" I answered in a quiet voice. Then silence. I tried ro take a little-big breath and relax. "Just fall asleep and don't think about it now. Nobody needs to know about this.", I thought to myself. I was embarrassed of myself for assuming my uncle actually had sexual interest in me. I was wondering if I was delusional. Just as I was finally drifting off into dream land, I could subconsciously feel and hear as my uncle was turning around "in his sleep", spooning me from behind. As I felt his big hand on my thigh I was instantly awake again and I froze. I couldn't believe this was happening. My uncle is a bit fat, so he was pressing his belly against my tiny (compared to him) back. I could hear his breath being a little shaky. His hand starts moving and stroking my thigh in a very gentle way. The way he did it was highly arousing to me. Feeling his huge, strong hand on my fragile female body was as exciting as it can get. My thought started spinning again: "But he's my uncle! And he's married! And he's so unattractive, I would die if anybody would ever find out, I can't look my aunt in the face ever again" My heart was racing and my uncle's fingers seem to wander further towards the inner side of my thighs, gently searching for my lady parts. I was frozen, in shock but also so turned on. I just wanted to let it happen and see how far this can go. A little moan escaped my mouth the second I felt his finger touching the tip of my errect clit, stroking it in a circling movement. That's it, there's no turning back. I can't describe the feelng of utter shame, embarrassment and guilt I felt in that moment. I'm sure he could feel how moist I was down there. His breath got more intense and I could feel and smell him starting to sweat again. "What are you doing..?" I moaned softly. He stopped for a second. ...
If youre reading this, you should start touching yourself 💕
Get yourself right up on that leg shaking, core melting edge and keep yourself there. Just stay there and whine and whimper and dont you dare stop touching.
Just keep rubbing, just keep holding on. Hold it as long as you can, youre doing so so well slut! 💗
And when you just cant take it anymore, let yourself cum and rip that touch away.
Hands on your legs to keep them open if you have to, but no touching. Let that pleasureless orgasm rip through you and make you even more desperate to be touched.
My pet is so sleepy, warmed from the sun coming in through the window that makes your naked body glow like an angel in my bed. How am I supposed to turn away from that?
I have to join you, snuggling up behind you and pulling you against my chest. The happy, sleepy noises you make are so cute and your skin is so hot under my lips and hands. I can’t help feeling you up, so soft and perfect.
Except here, between your thighs is a sticky mess. You whine and try to hide your face in the pillow when I find it, sliding my fingers over your hole and smearing the mess up over your cock. I shush you, lining my cock up behind you and slipping it between your wet thighs, over your tight hole and brushing against your cock.
You whine again, groggy and half-asleep but still grinding down against my cock. I put a hand on your hip, making you slow, “Shh go to sleep, pet. I’ll make sure you get what you need, okay?”
You nod, stilling and letting me take control of you. I move nice and slow, coaxing you to sleep with long, soft thrusts between your thighs.
Your little snores are so adorable and they let me know you’re deep asleep. Then my cock, soaked in your wetness, catches on your hole and slides in, in one slow thrust. I pause seeing if I’ve woken you up, but you only tense for a second then relax again. I feel how hot and tight you are around me as i start fucking you for real. Still moving slowly but pressing all the way in each time.
Your wet cunt makes the sweetest noises, I can’t help but move faster, gripping your hips and using them to pull you back on my cock. You feel so good, I can't help but lose myself in the feeling: groaning and slamming into you.
I don’t even notice when you wake up, confused and already on the edge of an orgasm, or when you start pushing back against me, meeting me for each hard thrust. I go faster, moaning in your ear as I feel your cunt clamp down on me as you cum.
Finally, I notice you're awake when you start making desperate noises and trying to get away from my cock as your cunt spasms from overstimulation. But I'm so close now, I can’t stop.
I wrap a hand around your mouth, silencing you and holding you flush against me as I thrust up into you bruisingly deep. Your moans only make it so easy to shove my fingers in your mouth and run them over your velvety tongue. Its so addicting filling both your holes like this while your body shivers and sucks me in deeper. Even when I use you like this your body knows. It knows it belongs to me, and it takes everything I give it. Such a good pet.
I startle awake and I find myself strapped down, on my knees, with my legs straddling a sybian and my arms tied tightly behind me. There are more ropes wrapped around my knees, keeping my body pressed firmly against the machine. I’m naked and I can feel the ridges of the machine pressed harshly against my bare core, the pressure forcing my clit to bear full contact against the smooth material of the machine.
My eyes dart around the room as I struggle uselessly against my bindings. The room is so dimly lit that I can hardly see a few feet in front of me.
“Help! Please! Someone help me!” I scream into the empty space, my voice filled with desperation and fear as the gravity of the situation hits me. Suddenly, as if in response to my plead, lights pierce through the darkness, illuminating everything to full brightness.
I gasp and instinctively squeeze my eyes shut, the sudden light a harsh assault to my senses. When my vision finally adjusts enough for me to look around again, I feel a surge of terror when I see the set up around me.
There are several cameras and microphones laid out surrounding me, clearly set up to get 360 coverage of me. Directly in front of me is a massive screen that show the live camera feeds and I feel a shiver of fear creep down my spine when I see how helpless and vulnerable I look, naked and strapped down. On the bottom half of the screen there’s a blinking red light with the words Livestream Disabled flashing. My stomach clenches when I realize that the live footage of me, tied up and naked like this, could be livestreamed to who knows how many people across the world.
Tears well up in my eyes as panic starts to settle in. I let out a soft sob, wanting nothing more than to curl into myself, away from everything around me. “Please, don’t do this! Please let me go!” My voice is choked with tears and fear as my futile struggles against the bindings are coldly captured by the cameras and my begging is met with absolute silence.
All of a sudden, the machine I’m straddling roars to life. I scream as my back instinctively arches to try to reduce some of the sensation with no effect. The ropes around my legs force my entire weight to sink onto the machine, pressing my pussy mercilessly against the now-vibrating sybian. The vibrations are steady and I feel them wash over me as my clit takes the brunt of it all.
I gasp as the sensation starts to build and my mind wrestles with the juxtaposition of fear and pleasure. The rumbling vibration of the machine is drawing out soft moans and whines from me as I feel the sensations mounting. I writhe as much as I can but there’s nothing I can do to slow the onslaught of pleasure that is very quickly overwhelming me. There’s nothing else in the space around me to distract me from what’s happening to my body, though I’m not sure there’s anything that could distract me right now.
I try my best to shift my weight to take some pressure off my clit but there’s no leverage for me to move my body. I let out a desperate whine as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. My mind is scrambling as I’m trying to rationalize everything that is happening, being strapped to a machine and forcibly brought to an unwanted orgasm. I can’t hold back any longer and I feel my orgasm wash over me, my eyes fluttering shut as I my clit pulses and my pussy clenches. A moan escapes me as I writhe atop the machine, my hips grinding into the vibrations as my release tapers off.
The machine mercifully slows underneath me, the vibrations coming to a halt as I pant, trying to catch my breath and regain my bearings. When I glance up again at the screen, I feel a new wash of terror grip me as I register a few changes.
There’s a new line of text under where Livestream Disabled is written. It says Countdown to Livestream: 1 of 5. It takes me a moment before I register the meaning of the words: if I cum 5 times, the livestream turns on, showcasing my naked, shaking, cumming body to the entire world. I realize that whoever set up this cruel situation has every intention of forcing me to bend to their will so that I helplessly and reluctantly cum my way into putting on a show, my own body betraying me. I don’t have time to process any further before the sybian turns on again, this time at a much higher frequency.
A cry escapes from my lips and my body lurches as I desperately try to escape the stimulation. It’s too soon since my first orgasm and my clit is tingling with sensitivity. The machine doesn’t care as it relentlessly batters my body.
I’m trying to take deep breaths, to distract myself from the vibrations wracking my body. My clit feels hypersensitive and I silently beg my body to please, please don’t cum again.
I can feel myself getting closer and closer to a second orgasm and I’m doing everything in my power to hold it back. I’m determined to hold out, to not let this demented situation bend me to break. The pleasure makes me gasp and whine, my clit turning into a focal point of unadulterated ecstasy. The sound of my own ragged breathing fills the air as I’m drawing in desperate deep breaths to try to calm myself. It’s no match against the machine beneath me as it increases in intensity and I lose the shred of command I held over my body. A scream is wretched out of my throat as I cum.
The text on the screen changes in response: Countdown to Livestream: 2 of 5.
I let out a choked whine and I’m grasping at straws as I beg into the empty space, hoping, praying for a miracle to make this all stop. “Please,” my voice is shaking, “Please, help me. Make this stop, I’m begging you, please!” There’s no miraculous rescue in response to my pleading. This time, there’s not even a break between orgasms. The vibrations only kick up a notch, pulling a gasp from my lips.
“No, no, no, please! Please stop! I don’t want this!” I cry out, unable to stop myself from begging even when I know it’s useless. There’s no sympathy for me. I feel the horrible pleasure start to build again. My hands clench into fists and I dig my nails into my palms, gritting my teeth as I will my body to ignore the pleasure. It didn’t work earlier and it doesn’t work this time. My sheer will is no match against the machine bending my body to its wants. I shatter into a third orgasm, the pleasure rushing through me so intensely that I feel my head spin.
Countdown to Livestream: 3 of 5.
I jerk and struggle uselessly against my bindings. I feel the vibrations start to slow and I gasp in relief as my body comes down from the high it was forced into. There’s a growing feeling of despair as I realize I’m only two orgasms away from the livestream starting. And it doesn’t look like I have any hope to withstanding the pleasure to hold out for much longer. As if on cue, the machine restarts its vibrations.
The previous orgasms have pushed my body into overstimulation and my clit feels raw with pleasure but there’s nothing to give me a break. My pussy is drooling over the sybian, clenching and pulsing as pleasure makes me a slave. I’m being pushed higher and higher as I focus every measure of my mind to holding this orgasm back.
My teeth dig into my lip as I try to ground myself in the pain and my eyes are screwed shut. I teeter over the edge but out of sheer will, I hold myself back, begging my body to comply. For a moment, I manage to force my body to obey, curbing the pleasure. Then, the vibrations increase again.
I let out an anguished cry as the pleasure rushes through me, shattering all of my efforts at containing myself. I feel my cunt spray my release all over myself, my body locked in the throes of my orgasm. The sounds exploding out of me are a combination of pure pleasure and sheer torment.
Countdown to Livestream: 4 of 5.
I’m one orgasm away from the point of no return and the terror of being broadcasted to the world makes me want to cry. The vibrations pick up speed and there’s a sense of resigned acceptance that washes over me as my body obeys the machine and begins to inch towards my final release. But this time, it’s so much worse than I could’ve anticipated.
The sybian batters my body as it has with the past four orgasms. It expertly and unrelentingly drives me higher and higher in my pleasure, pulling moans and gasps out of me as it works. My body is barreling towards another all-encompassing orgasm when suddenly, all of the stimulation cuts off just as I’m about to cum. I let out a loud gasp as my body jerks in response to the loss of pleasure. I don’t understand. I was so fucking close and it all stopped. My eyes dart to the screen but there’s nothing there to explain what happened. The words Countdown to Livestream: 4 of 5 seem to taunt me.
My body slowly creeps back from the edge, my breathing stabilizing as the haze of pleasure slowly fades away. And then, the machine restarts. The vibrations are harsh and intense against my clit and I cry out as the previous pleasure suddenly slams back into me. Before long, I’m letting out gasping cries as my body once again is at the very precipice of pleasure. Again, it all stops. I can’t control the whine that slips out. I should be happy. Whatever is making the machine cut off at the very last second is obviously saving me from the livestream starting but the deep, primal, needy part of me wants to cry at the pleasure that’s being withheld from me.
The cycle continues when the machine restarts. At the very last moment, when just one more second of stimulation would push me over the edge, the machine stops. This time, I cry, hot and desperate tears falling down my cheeks.
I can’t even bring myself to care about the livestream anymore. I’m so fucking close, so desperate for the pleasure that I would sell my soul to cum. The last four orgasms do nothing to curb this insatiable desire that’s built up since the edging began and I’m mindless with need. My cunt is clenching around nothing, my clit throbbing in time to my heart beat but there’s nothing I can do to push myself over the edge. I feel my orgasm fading away and I let out a needy whine.
A few moments later, the sybian starts up again and a lewd moan slips from my mouth. My back arches as the pleasure washes over me, the previous edging driving me so close to the brink that even a few seconds of vibrations are enough to push me to the edge again. But again, the machine stops.
“Please! Please, I’m begging you, I need to cum. Please let me cum! Please, I need to cum.” My pleas didn’t work earlier when I was begging for the pleasure to stop and they certainly don’t work when I’m now pleading for an orgasm. It’s a cruel joke to make me such a slave to pleasure that I’m begging for my own demise.
The unrelenting cycle continues as the vibrations resume. There are incoherent babbles of desperation spilling from my lips as the pleasure mounts. Again, I’m held at the torturous edge as the machine plays my body like a familiar instrument.
Again, the vibrations cut off just as I’m about to cum. I scream. “Please! Please let me cum, just start the livestream, please, I just need to cum!”
It seems that I’ve said the magic words because the machine beneath me restarts with a fervor. I barely have time to draw a breath in when my orgasm slams full force into me. I shatter into unrelenting, all-encompassing pleasure as my cunt squirts out my release. Every single cell of my body is flooded with ecstasy and my consciousness shatters under the force of it all.
When I regain my senses again, I glance up at the screen and see the fated words reflecting back towards me: Livestream On, Countdown to Livestream: 5 of 5. I can’t bring myself to care when the machine underneath me increases its power and my eyes roll up as my overstimulated body is forced to react.
need an older transguy to make me his boy so bad. who claims “you’ll grow into them” when he dresses you in all his old shirts that are a size too big. who spreads your legs over his thighs, exposing you as he teaches you how to jerk off your new cock, slapping your puffy cunt whenever you get shy and try to close your legs. who, despite your protests insists on making you cum on his cock for the umpteenth time no matter how much your legs shake from overstim, or how raw your aching pussy feels. he knows his boy can take it. so quit fussing and show him how a real man takes cock
I'd love to cuddle someone with a bunch of toys on. Vibrators, rope, dog bone gag, dildos and everything possible. Put it all on high while I cuddle them and hold them tight so I can feel them struggle.
I'll play with their hair, rubbing their body all over while whispering, encouraging words to them like
"You're doing so good, puppy. Keep going"
"You squeezing me so tight, darling."
"You can cum all you want, baby"
Or maybe I'll be mean and say
"You're moving around too much. Stop it"
"You're cumming again? You're so pathetic"
"You're wayyyy too fucking loud"
Maybe I'll replace the dildo in them so I can feel their needy little hole tighten around me as they orgasm.
I wonder how long it would be when they give up trying to hold it in and just start uncontrollably twitching and moaning.
I'll be sure to kiss them while saying even more words into their ear
"Shhhh. Just keep cumming, honey"
"Just let it alllll out"
"You're so cute when you lose control"
Maybe while they squirm, they'd naturally have me slide in and out of them making them feel even better. I'm sure they'd be so desperate to be filled up with cum so they'd move and struggle more trying to get me to fill their little stomach up with cum.
Maybe if I do, I'll pull them really tight to hold them down so they can do nothing but take the stimulation from the toys while they feel me fill their stupid little hole up.
I'd love to cuddle someone with a bunch of toys on. Vibrators, rope, dog bone gag, dildos and everything possible. Put it all on high while I cuddle them and hold them tight so I can feel them struggle.
I'll play with their hair, rubbing their body all over while whispering, encouraging words to them like
"You're doing so good, puppy. Keep going"
"You squeezing me so tight, darling."
"You can cum all you want, baby"
Or maybe I'll be mean and say
"You're moving around too much. Stop it"
"You're cumming again? You're so pathetic"
"You're wayyyy too fucking loud"
Maybe I'll replace the dildo in them so I can feel their needy little hole tighten around me as they orgasm.
I wonder how long it would be when they give up trying to hold it in and just start uncontrollably twitching and moaning.
I'll be sure to kiss them while saying even more words into their ear
"Shhhh. Just keep cumming, honey"
"Just let it alllll out"
"You're so cute when you lose control"
Maybe while they squirm, they'd naturally have me slide in and out of them making them feel even better. I'm sure they'd be so desperate to be filled up with cum so they'd move and struggle more trying to get me to fill their little stomach up with cum.
Maybe if I do, I'll pull them really tight to hold them down so they can do nothing but take the stimulation from the toys while they feel me fill their stupid little hole up.
