32 - Fallon
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FALLON
As it turned out, the baton-turned-vibrator was both a blessing and a curse.
For one, it felt totally fucking incredible, to the point where I actually fell in love with the thing. The boys took their time with it, passing it around. They took turns probing my swollen entrance, dragging it through my wetness, and bumping it gently against my throbbing clit.
I fell even more in love when they slid it beneath me from behind, and allowed me to grind down on it. At one point they pushed down on my ass, shoving me against it, pinning it between me and the mattress. It gave me just the leverage I needed to climax against it, grunting and groaning, my breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps.
But, unmercifully, they always stopped just short of letting me come.
One of them would take the baton away at the last possible second, or press the button, turning it off entirely. It was cruel. It was crazy. It was the most twisted form of punishment I could possibly imagine; being at the very precipice of the most intense orgasm of my life, only to be dragged backward before I could jump into that sweet, euphoric oblivion.
Through it all the boys kissed me, spanked me, and touched me everywhere. They pulled my head left and right, feeding themselves to me, and I devoured them twice as eagerly in the hopes they’d release me from my torment.
Being bound up and used like this, I’d never been more turned on. At the same time I was desperate for my freedom. I knew if I had control of my hands and fingers, even for just a few short seconds, that’s all I would need to make myself literally explode.
At one point Emerson turned the baton off and slid it into my mouth, sifting his hands through my hair as I made a total spectacle of myself sucking and throating it. It made me hot, tasting myself. Putting on a show for him as the others spanked and played with me, until Emerson pushed the vibrate button again, passed it back to them, and watched as his friends ran it back through my wetness.
I thanked God as they unclipped my feet, only to reclip them to the outermost rings, spreading my legs even further apart. Then they unclipped my wrists and dragged my arms slowly beneath me. I didn’t fully understand, until they pulled my wrists all the way down between my legs, clipping them to the innermost rings of the same strap my ankles were clipped to.
I was face-down, ass up, fully exposed with the stiletto heels of my boots hanging off the bottom of the bed. They took turns spanking and rubbing me in this position, enjoying the jiggle of my rounded ass as they delivered slap after slap. I watched it all over my shoulder, biting my lip, whimpering or even crying out on some of the harder blows. The pain was exquisite. The pleasure that came afterward, even more intense. I felt so utterly exposed; so totally and completely owned and dominated, that I was literally shuddering with excitement.
Abruptly the guys looked at each other; in a way I’d often seen them do before. Silently, a decision was made. Trey stepped forward, setting his hands on my hips as he positioned himself between my outstretched ankles. When he plunged into me, I felt the weight of the world being lifted away.
FUCKKKKK …
I came within the first ten strokes, contracting wildly around my lover’s deep, powerful thrusts. Trey fucked me straight through my orgasm and right out the other side, squeezing my hips tightly in his two giant hands. I barely noticed when he came, filling me with his own unbridled excitement. I was too busy soaring through a warm, honey-coated haze of my own euphoria, moaning into the sheets, only vaguely aware that someone had slipped a pillow beneath my face to keep me from burning my cheek as I bounced jubilantly forward and back.
Dalton took me next, followed by Emerson, the two of them tag-teaming me mercilessly, taking turns on my helpless body. Unlike Trey however, they didn’t allow themselves the pleasure of erupting inside me. Instead they switched back and forth, drilling me deep, spanking my rosy-red ass at will. They did it over and over, fucking me through another incredible orgasm, as Trey moved to the front end of the bed and kissed me so slowly, so tenderly, I started to feel lost in a dream.
There were times when I felt the vibration of the baton, taken over by Trey, probing me from beneath. He would run it over my nipples, circling my swaying breasts, then drag it downward until it was thrumming against my swollen button. The vibrations were tantalizing at times, but they also took me to all new heightened levels of nirvana. And through it all, my arms… my legs… clipped tightly beneath and behind me. My prone ass thrust up high in the air, at the perfect height for whichever lover was behind me at the time, gripping my hips, impaling me with long, deep strokes that had me gasping and crying and yet begging for more.
They stayed at the very edge of oblivion, stopping just short of losing control and switching off whenever the danger was too great. And then suddenly they were coming, one after the other. Roaring like animals as they squeezed my ass for a final time before filling me with their lava, their life’s essence, their warm, wonderful seed.
They filled me to overflowing, squeezing and pumping until their balls, once heavy and full, were empty and devoid of anything because they’d given it all to me. I could feel it swirling inside me, spilling down the insides of my quivering thighs. My arms ached. My legs were trembling. My ass was on fire . My wrists hurt, my head spun, and my hair was practically everywhere.
Eventually the boys faded back, and I heard them picking up their clothes. I slumped forward, wondering which of them would free me from my torment, and what would come next.
But the only thing that came next was the sound of my bedroom door closing gently behind them.