The story so far: Janet, a freelance journalist, is writing her piece on the recent capture of the insatiable sex fiend Maxwell – the “Orgasm Offender”. She doesn’t mention that she was one of Maxwell’s victims – and that the experience had been immensely sexually satisfying.
Janet stood up, nervously pacing the room, smoking her cigarette.
She still remembered the cold and the smells of the concrete underneath the highway bridge. The sensation of stripping down in front of Maxwell. She had masturbated in front of him – first with her fingers, then with that big red vibrator. Janet still remembered how its rubbery surface had felt entering her cunt. And then… and then Maxwell’s cock.
With trembling hands, she flicked off the ashes in an ashtray, then took another deep drag. As she slowly exhaled, the smoke formed a transparent grey cloud in front of her eyes.
She had come. She had come hard – repeatedly, against her will. Maxwell had ordered her about – told her to strip and to masturbate. And finally, he had fucked her. She’d felt his huge cock inside her cunt.
Janet gasped at the thought. Her cigarette had burnt down to where she felt the heat on her fingers. She stubbed it out, quickly grabbed the packet, shook out another one, and lit it on the third attempt. God, her fingers were shaking.
She looked back at the laptop. Really, she should finish the article and send it in. Filling her lungs with cigarette smoke, she shook her head, and exhaled. Right now, she would be unable to focus.
Janet recalled the sensations. Her back pressed against the cold concrete pillars, Maxwell’s excited cock hammering brutally up into her succulent cunt. She had come. And then she had come again.
“Admit it,” he’d said. “It was the best fuck you ever had.”
The sentence had stuck in her head. Firstly, because it was a pretty arrogant thing to say. But secondly, because – and she really hated to admit this…
He’d been right.
Janet had had her share of adventurous boyfriends and passionate sexual encounters, and never thought her sex life had been missing anything. But that final orgasm underneath the highway bridge… She’d never come this hard before – losing control of her body, until she thought she would faint. Her grateful cunt gushing its juices around his relentless cock. If he’d been here right now, she’d do it all over again…
Drawing on the cigarette, she felt her pussy growing wet. She unbuttoned her jeans, and slid her hand inside her panties. So wet. She moved her fingers ever so slightly around her clit. Just the tiny motion made her whimper with pleasure.
She shouldn’t. She really shouldn’t. But she had to.
Janet cast another quick glance at the laptop. Then she stubbed out the unsmoked cigarette in the ashtray, and lay down on the floor. Pulling down her jeans and panties, she began massaging her clit.
“Ohhh!” she cried at her own touch.
Her fingers slid around the slippery folds of her sopping wet flesh. When masturbating, she usually started out slowly and gently – but not today. Already in a state of delirious lust, Janet massaged her cunt in a furious rhythm, whimpering with unbearable pleasure.
The wet, squishy sounds from her violent masturbation turned her on even more. And throwing her head back, she felt it happen: She was already coming.
“Aaah!” she moaned. “Aaah!”
She trembled and shook on the floor, as the climax surged through her body. Juices kept flowing from her pulsating cunt.
She’d hoped that an orgasm would offer some release – clear her head so she could get back to work. But after the first climax nothing could be further from her mind. Now all she wanted was to prolong the sensation of ecstasy.
Janet pulled off her jeans and panties and crawled on her hands a feet to her chest of drawers. Opening the upper drawer, she found her favourite vibrator: Medium sized, with a metal sheen. There was something about that could, industrial look that just excited her.
She lay on the floor again and spread her legs wide. Breathing hard, she put the tip of the dildo next to her clit. As she turned it on, it began buzzing against her cunt.
“Ah!” she gasped, kicking her legs. “Ah!”
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She sort of came full circle, so to speak, didn’t she? 🙂