Simple and beautiful
Fourteen orgasms
I think… I’ll admit my counting could be a little off, my mind went on vacation for a bit there.
I knew I’d been a little naughty, there would be punishment…and I was right, he went straight for the overwhelming stretch…
The first four orgasms there is no doubt of their count, one before he entered me. Three more sitting on his lap, whimpering at first as he forced himself in alongside my dildlo, warming up into moans and groans as I came, and came again, panting about how intense it was, so much to take, and so so good. And the fourth one… I came so hard I was done. Totally done. Content, sated, and sore. I remember him grinning, he said something… Possibly lots of somethings. I can’t be sure, laying against him, head on his shoulder completely limp, mind in a daze.
I might have been done but he wasn’t. He may have given me a minute to recover, absorb, enjoy but we were not done. Pulling me off him, setting me to laying stomach on the couch, knees on the floor, ass in the air he forced himself in again. This position…him and the toy… Fuck it hurt. I don’t know how long it was before he stopped. I don’t know what made him stop but my tears were glad. As he pulled out and the toy fell out I started gushing squirt out of pure relief. As if he could let that go without turning it into an orgasm…
Rubbing my clit in wild furious circles it took seconds for an orgasm to roll over me, his growling sort of chuckle as he made fun of the mess I was making music to my ears. And he didn’t let up, another orgasm overtook me. Painful in it’s forced nature. Tears rolling down my face as he tells me what a messy cunt I am. Commenting on the growing puddle between my knees. Telling me he wasn’t going to stop until I reached the towel to clean up my mess. I must have half looked like I was having a seizure as his words, the unrelenting abuse of my clit and the unceasing fountain between my legs forced the next orgasm on me. Crying in earnest now I fell to my side reaching for the towel. It was just out of arm’s reach. Laying in a puddle, arm outstretched, still squirting, mind broken. A moment of laying there in defeat, feeling him still not let up, tears streaming down my cheek, wet from my ankles to my shoulders, until in sheer desperation I find it in me to move that mile of a foot in distance and clutch the towel.
Immediately he ceases, I make no move to clean myself. Totally spent I lie there in a puddle of my own making. After a moment of silence he takes the towel, drapes it over me and sits by my head, petting my hair tucking it behind my ear. Minutes pass but not many before I can’t help but take that beautiful cock in front of my face between my lips, sucking gently at first. Probably rather ineptly in my broken state. His chuckle and comments only serve to spur me onwards. Exerting effort I was surprised to find I had. Thinking of nothing more than the hard cock making it’s way down my throat.
And I’ll leave the next seven orgasms to your imagination 😘

