By the time she heard the door opening, it wouldn’t even have mattered if Amber had stopped masturbating. Her body had already reached the point of no return, the peak of that first hill on the rollercoaster that inevitably led to the plunge and all the thrills that came with it. When Sam walked in on her, Amber’s eyes were rolling back in her head and she was biting her lip in orgasmic bliss and her cunt was clenching helplessly around the Bluetooth toy buzzing away inside her. She looked up at him, and she could feel the bright red blush spreading across her freckled pink cheeks as he stared directly at her pussy with unashamed excitement sparkling in his warm hazel eyes… but she couldn’t stop.
He sat down directly across from her, watching her struggle and fail even to stop using the portable massaging wand that was amplifying the pleasure of the toy inside her. “Don’t let me stop you,” he chuckled, the wry sarcasm in his voice making Amber whimper in simultaneous arousal and embarrassment. She knew how this looked–not only did she sneak away from the party to masturbate with the toys she carried tucked into the bottom of her purse everywhere she went, but getting caught only made her play with her soaking pussy that much harder. Sam had to think she was a total slut… no. That wasn’t right. Sam had to know she was a total slut. Because she couldn’t really make any kind of coherent argument that she wasn’t.
She could see Sam’s erection springing to life inside his jeans, and a part of her wished he would take out his cock and stroke it while she played with her pussy; it would make her feel a little bit less bad about her complete and total lack of self-control if she could see someone else masturbating, too. But he just sat there and watched Amber push the broad, buzzing head of the portable wand in between her plump labia, trying and failing to control her animal grunts of pleasure as she completely lost control and came. She could feel the arousal shutting down her brain, closing off all the other circuits one by one until there was only the direct line between her clit and her frontal lobe going.
It felt like nothing could stop her from masturbating right now. Not shame, not embarrassment–if Sam got up and collected every other guest at the party, one by one, and gathered them in the room to watch Amber fuck herself stupid with ecstasy for their shared entertainment, she’d still be unable to stop herself from mewling and whimpering around the toys inside her slick cunt. She just, she didn’t have the will to stop herself anymore. The pleasure was in control now, and Amber had surrendered to it completely. She felt completely subjugated, defeated by her own pussy in a way that only drove her arousal even more wild. She wanted to show Sam how slutty she could be, how helpless and horny and needy and–
“Stop,” Sam said. Amber’s hand froze in place, unable to move. The buzz of the toys inside her held her tantalized, right on the edge of her next climax, desperate for that final push of stimulation that would send her plummeting into bliss. Her whole body trembled lightly, and a high keening moan escaped her lips like a teakettle on the boil. “Good girl,” Sam purred, and Amber’s befuddled brain understood in that instant that she’d never be in control of her own pleasure again.
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