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You are overwhelmed…
You are beginning to see again, but only slightly. The early sunlight is starting to conflict with the firelight, and leaves the whole beach looking dimmer than it did before, somehow. It is still hard to keep your eyes open. You are shivering in the cold, and spasming at the erratic, jagged fucking you are getting. None of them are coordinated with the others, and it feels as if you are being pulled in all directions.
Once again your mouth fills with the hot liquid. This time it is saltier, and a bit more metallic. It actually tastes better than the last, but you still don’t love it the way it wants you to. When it finishes draining into your mouth, there is so much that some of the fluid with falls to the ground when the rod retracts from. You know you aren’t supposed to spit, so you keep in what you can.
This time when you try to swallow, you immediately choke. You look to its source for permission to stop, but it gestures that you must. You try again, and feel the warm fluid hit your gag reflex as you tilt your head backward. It is hard to keep it from coming out your nose when your body reacts. You try once more, and this time manage it. For just a moment you think you’re going to be sick, but you hold it in place.
That is beautiful, and so is your disgust. As you are fluttering back into the darkness of closed eyes and spasming muscles, a large blast of the same liquid comes from the right, and splatters across your face. You love this. You are filthy. The thoughts, ideas, desires and affections that form in your mind are insanely dirty. That’s dirty in a way that you think maybe is driving you insane.
Several more blasts of the liquid fly at you from the right, and from the left. You are sticky, now. For a moment, it feels nice on your exposed breasts, but the morning breeze off the water rapidly cools it, and it becomes far less enjoyable. That much less when it gets between your skin and the ropes. Thankfully, none has gotten in your eyes, yet.
This is too much. You’re fading again. The light is dimming even though the sun is rising. There is nothing touching your throat. You can breathe just fine, but you are fluttering toward the edge again. For a moment, there is nothing except fucking and gasping. When you return the rest of the way to your senses a short while later, you find that…
You are still being ravaged…
Everywhere. Passionately. In every part of you that is available. You’ve got your hands and knees in the sand. They are digging deeper into the beach in an effort to find something to hold onto. They are lodged deeply now – well past the dry layer. The abrasive grit is continuing to grind at your skin. You do your best to keep ignoring it, but it is starting to get to you. The lingering taste on your tongue reminds you to return your attention to what you are doing, though. It is not nice to get distracted at a time like this.
There is now something new in place of what was last in your mouth, but this one doesn’t immediately force its way into your throat. You are getting fucked so hard, and you are experiencing some agony along with your extreme pleasure. Your ass is so sore already, and it is going to be much more so tomorrow. Even your pussy is being pushed to its limits by what’s inside it. You are clenched tight around it, and so wet.
Suddenly, and with no warning whatsoever, it floods you. Again, your eyes widen. It is hotter than you expected. Hotter than the others, at least… Or, maybe you are just cold. It stops for a moment, but does not remain still. It spasms and twitches as it fills you. A wet warmth that provokes both tension and tingling below your diaphragm. You are almost there.
For a while it keeps fucking you after ‘finishing’ inside. It goes on and on, actually. You are impressed, but sore, and equally preoccupied with the jackhammer in your ass. As one goes in, the other goes out. You are being taken…
You are a plaything.
A sex toy. Something to be fucked just for fun. No concern is taken for your experience, and you don’t want it to be. Not here, anyway. Not in this place, or at this moment. You are studying the delights and pleasures that using you creates.
The warm, hot knob in your mouth is still just making you suck it. It doesn’t push deeper, and it doesn’t fuck your throat. You enjoy sucking it, and you aren’t going anywhere, but the back of your head is held just in case you were to attempt a strategic retreat. Rather than pull away though, you enthusiastically slide your head back and forth over it, swirling your tongue around it in a luscious spiral. It is salty and smooth… and pleasing.
You are still approaching your own orgasm, and you want it. You’ve been waiting. You need it. Fuck… You’re waiting for it, but you’re not patient. That is beyond your current capacity. Changing your attention now, you start sucking, hard. You want to make this one to finish too. Not because you are ready to be done, just because you are desperate to make it feel good. You want it to to explode in your mouth because there are no other options available to it. You want to induce so much pleasure that you create a cascade effect within it which cannot be stopped.
The tickling in your core is growing, and the smoldering fire within you is hovering on the edge of inferno, about to burst into flames which roar like a tiger. You are so ready for this. It is absolutely needed. Utterly. These are the final moments. You can feel it about to crest. It starts fast, but everything around you is moving slowly. Prepare yourself. It is coming…
You are cumming.
Violently. You are cumming so hard that every muscle spasms in along your entire spine in sequence, throwing your head forward and your throat onto the sexy spike in front of you. You gag. Choking and sputtering on it is the least of your concerns, though. You are clenching and spasming so hard that under ordinary circumstances you would have forced the others out of you, but they are simply too large for that. Your body wrenches here and there in an involuntary effort to break free of your bonds, but it is a futile attempt.
Biting your lip in anticipation, you start fucking them harder, until the one in your pussy finally slips out of you in its own retreat. Since it would not be simple for another to get down there right now, you simply kneel upon the beach with a sore, vacant pussy dripping into the sand and getting fucked in the ass. You feel like such a slut.
This is turning out perfectly. Tonight is what your dreams are made of other nights. This moment was planned so carefully. It isn’t what you imagined, but it is incredible. A few more seconds and you pass beyond the shivering crest of your orgasm, moving into the erratic, spasming come down.
It is hard to come around again, but slowly, you slip from the arms of bliss and back to reality. Tonight you’ve let this is a dreadful passion run wild, but soon it must be locked away again. For now you are still lost in the throes of it, desperately clinging to its fading embrace. With the sun’s return, even the night begins to fade…
You are glowing…
…In the first light of day. You feel amazing. It’s obvious, too. Even you can see it. It gets brighter when you’re happy, and it’s blinding when you cum. You are fun to watch, fun to see, and fun to touch. Everything about you is a turn on, and you know it. You love it, too.
What you are experiencing now is challenging to describe, but you want to know if you can. It’s a sort of tingling you think, but unlike any you have ever experienced before. Like your clit, your pussy, and every nerve in your body is on fire, and contrasted by the freezing air of dawn. It’s like those things, but none of them are quite right.
Everything feels strange. You are disconnected from the world. Something within you is blocking any meaningful perception from reaching a place in your mind which thinks. You cannot see the beach, and the quiet of morning has set in. Your can’t feel it. Anything you touch just reignites the intensity of sensation already within you. All you can feel is yourself.
This could be going on for a minute, or it could be for thirty. Unknown. For a moment you are hugging your knees, but in the next you are caught off guard by a pain under your shoulder, and you are suddenly on the beach, writhing against the ropes in the sand. Each motion drags the most sensitive points of your overwhelmed body against the knots in the web. The sensation drives you back to full intensity, and your moan turns to an involuntary yell, then a scream. At this point, you start to wonder how you haven’t been noticed yet.
After the brief interruption of the fall, you are being fucked again. There is still one left, and it is fucking you as hard as you have ever been fucked. It is long, and hard, stuffing your pussy to the limit. The wide tip of it collides with the depth of you. Your ass is noticeably empty now. You are hollow, but you are also extremely wet and horny – and you still scream louder with each impact.
At the center of this storm of pain is an eye of pleasure which you believe you would wether the tempest for again in order to reach such a reward – repeatedly, and without hesitation. It is too good to pass up. Right now you can’t imagine ever tiring of it.
You are good at this. You take it well. Part of you loves what you are feeling, but much more of you is increasingly concerned with how much of it you can take. Still, you want to keep going. You like being good at things, and you like doing well…
You are the best.
The best slut, the best toy, the best whore. You are an example to be emulated and respected. You satisfy profound desires, and quench the deepest thirsts. Your skin is so smooth, your mind is so filthy, interesting and alluring. You are a beautiful curiosity – a fascinating puzzle to be worked out. Something to be played with, examined, and explored.
Your pussy is hot, and tight, and wet. It burns. It drowns what penetrates it, and it pulses around what’s inside. It loves taking what belongs to it, and so do you. Even though it keeps fucking you, the hard object inside you knows it will lose in the end. You can feel that it is preparing to surrender to you, just as you are preparing to yield to the early light.
This is astounding. You are soaring. The pain is incredible. Erotic, even. There is pain in your shoulders, pain in your thighs, in your back, in your feet… It is a little hard to breathe… Nothing is choking you. It’s a purely instinctive reaction on your body’s part. The knots below your collar bone are pressing into the muscles just above your breasts. They inflict a pain which restricts your breath about two thirds of the way through inhaling. You love this…
This is it. You’re ready. Willing and able. Waiting. You want it. You are just as close to the edge. Your pussy is trembling around it while it fucks you – shuddering as it plows into you with thunderous force. Three more times… First, it tenses within you. Second, it swells noticeably. Finally, it erupts. The instant it makes contact, hot fluid spills into you in great volume. You can feel how much was held back, and for how long.
At the moment it explodes you cum again as well. A blinding flash of sharp pleasure overwhelms you for a moment, but then it subsides to a dull roar of lingering ecstasy. Breathing hard, you start slowing down. A short while after it withdraws from you, hot white liquid begins to drain from your pussy. It runs down your thigh and into the sand. Moments later, you can almost feel the world around you again. A few minutes later, the darkness has given way, and you are now directly confronted by the morning.
Gazing absently at the horizon, you think about what you have to do this week. It’s a busy schedule. A busy life, really. You are being untied, but it will take a minute or two. Many knots have to be undone, and a significant effort to avoid cutting rope is made. One or two get untied in the wrong order, which adds another minute to the process. You are jostled to and fro as you are contorted out of knots and through ever widening loops.
There’s so much that has to be done just today, and there’s a lot riding on the outcome. Knowing you can make it happen feels good. Knowing you can do it despite the fatigue and distracting memories which are likely to hound you throughout the day even turns you on a little. Not that you need that right now. You smile at yourself, thinking with delight of the raw lust and intensity of passion with which you were fucked. Today, for the first time in a long time…
You are satisfied…
…If only for a moment. You feel a warm sense of happiness and home in the depths of you, and smile. As the warm breeze cools your boiling blood, you find a strange comfort in what has transpired. You feel a certainty that it was right, and you know that you have found something within yourself that you will treasure. It is something which you met and immediately fell for. Something you love and fear with equal intensity.
You’ll just have to learn to live with it, though. It’s inside you now. You can’t bury it like before. You believe you will remember how this feels at every moment for the rest of your life – that the memory is lodged forever in the layer between your waking mind and your dreaming mind.
In many ways, tonight has been more than you ever expected it to. It has been cleansing, satisfying, refreshing, and relaxing – not to mention excruciating and exhausting. It is far more than you sought and all that you needed it to be. There is a voice in you that is definitely sad, though. It’s over, and you want more. Now. It’s hard to say when you’ll be able to get away again, and not knowing when you’ll be back troubles you.
Despite your exhaustion you must now return to your life in less than an hour. That’s not much time to transition back to your public self. You worry quite honestly that it may not be enough time. In fact, you’ll have to hurry if you want even enough time for a shower. Today will cost you, but it’s a price you would happily pay again for what you’ve gained.
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