wrongonesin: Every time I struggle or squirm too much, I get a swat on the ass and the dildo gets an
wrongonesin: Every time I struggle or squirm too much, I get a swat on the ass and the dildo gets another pump or two, filling me deeper, stretching, stuffing me more. It presses the vibrator at the base harder against my vulva and clit, and makes me want to scream and struggle even more. The screaming would be useless with the gag filling my mouth, and I have to fight to keep still or else I get another slap and pump. The earbuds held in place by the tight blindfold broadcast the sounds of sex; of women panting, and moaning, and grunting and cumming. It’s not loud, but it doesn’t stop, and it’s filling my ears and mind. It seems that every time the dildo is made to swell, another voice is added to the chorus. I don’t realize I’m moving my hips to the moans in my ears until I feel another smack on my ass. I brace myself for the inevitable squeeze that will strain me more, fill me tighter, but it doesn’t come. Instead, there’s the strangest warming sensation against my stretched inner walls. It feels like the dildo is becoming more solid, heavier inside me. The sex soundtrack fades to the background for a moment. An asexual, synthetic voice sounds over it. “The device is now at maximum and fully primed. It is full of the semen of a score of donors. If you cum, your contractions will trigger the device to pump every drop in the reservoir out of the end of the shaft.” My blood turned to ice. They couldn’t! “Each donor is watching you on closed circuit tv. For each minute you do not cum $100 goes into a pot. That sum doubles every minute for each donor, unless they switch off. If you cum, the pot will be divided evenly between the donors and you, and an extra share for any child that may result from this contest. If the last donor leaves, the contest ends immediately, and you receive the whole sum.” The buzzing of the vibrator suddenly ratcheted a level higher and I squealed into the gag. “One minute has just elapsed. The pot is now $2000. In one more minute, it will be $6000 if no one drops out. You will be a millionaire in less than 20 minutes even if no one drops out. By 30, you no one of the donors will be able to stay in, and you will be a billionaire and free. Good luck.” The synthetic voice ended, to be replaced again by rolling orgiastic sounds and orgasmic cries. I was squirming now, unable to help myself, but the smacks to my ass didn’t come. The warm, full dildo carried the vibrations all the way into me, massaging my overstuffed pussy in a way that defied description. I should have expected the next increase of vibration, but it still took me by surprise, making me jerk trying to escape it, and instead succeeding only pressing it deeper into me. Over the moans and cries of ecstasy the voice intoned: “The pot is $5800, 19 donors remain.” I tried to convince myself I could make it, but my hips were moving to the sounds of sex. -- source link