The powered chair was real cool. It was custom-made, sized not only for Demi, but also for me. The chair presented Demi’s ass to my hips, just at the right height and after turning 180 degrees the presentation of her mouth was equally convenient. I removed her white thong and put it on one of her feet. Never I saw the white flag of surrender blowing nicer than at her graceful slender ankle. Originally the plan was for me to handle the remote, but later we decided putting Demi’s fate in her own hand was a charming idea. Wasn’t it nice the actress could direct her own movie, deciding when she would be fucked in her hot cauldron and the exact moment the action should be transferred to her wet mouth. When she pushed the button for the first time, she presented her mouth to me in my favorite position. During the last month I was feeling homesick, missing those magnificent breasts. Maybe Demi had the same feelings for my hairy coconuts hanging in her nostrils, because it took her a long time to push the button again.
We played the ATM carousel like young kids having a new toy. The contraption offered all kinds of deranged pleasures and possibilities. Although Demi had quite a taste of her own ass, I felt it my duty to broaden her horizon and compare it with mine. The next time she turned around I took a different position so she easily could service my ass. Demi took this comparative study very seriously, considering the time she kept sucking my ass before she pushed the button again. When we had run out of ideas on how to play with our toy we decided on a new playfield for the final game.
They move over to the bed and there she finds a one-dollar bill. As soon as she picks up the bill he is all over her with his mouth, with his hand, with his body. His mouth now over her collarbone, then in the hollow of her knee or nibbling at her nose. His hands exploring the depths of her cunt, pushing fingers in her ass and feeding her juices to her mouth. His body rubbing against her clit, his hairy breast teasing her swollen nipples, his armpit smothering her face. They roll and tumble over the circular bed; two sweating bodies in heat, making contact everywhere, accumulating even more excitement. Their wicked plays continue without restraint. He has picked up her thong and put it on her face. Her wetness is still there and she smells the aroma of her own desire. Demi tries to push the thong away, but he turns her on her belly, holding her hands together on her back. And there she is, her face pushed in the wetness of her thong, her hands on her back, her anus gaping open. Her juices are not just flowing, they are gushing from her cunt. There is no way of escape when he skewers her ass to his sword, piercing her again and again.
He wants her on her back again and removes her thong, crumpling it to a ball. He pushes the crumpled ball in her cunt and moves his lower body over to her head for some tender loving care. Following her natural instincts Demi almost automatically resists, although actually she doesn’t want to. Of course he overwhelms her resistance with his force and she has to allow him all the privileges of a conquering hero. Dutifully she cleans his sword, kisses his balls and descends to his dark dungeon. The scene changes; he removes the ball from her cunt and pushes the soaking wet thong in her ass. She is moaning loudly but unconcerned he enters her cunt. The fullness of her rectum pushes his prick forwards. More than ever she feels his cock rubbing against her clit. Her hips are coiling and cavorting in carnal delight, never experienced before. Her swollen soft-spot feels ready to burst as it is continually pleasured with each inward stroke.
Once again the scene changes. Carefully the thong is removed from her ass and before she knows it is pushed in her mouth. She groans in disgust, her eyes are popping out. He anticipates she will try to remove it so he pins her arms above her head. From somewhere beneath the mattress he finds a pair of handcuffs, clicking them around her wrists. They have a soft spongy inner lining, they don’t hurt but are making her helpless because they are fixed and she can’t move her hands at all. She feels the bed moving to the center of the room. He must have remote controls everywhere. The lights seem to shine brighter; she seems part of a show, an obscene show!
She looks at the ceiling and suddenly she has the front seat of her own spectacle. The lowered mirror shows it all: a woman gagged with a white thong, part of an elastic band partly hanging from her mouth. Her legs are stretched out high, her feet pointed with her toes seemingly trying to touch the ceiling. Her thighs are spread widely with a man kneeling between them, just inserting his erection in the dark hole between her uptilt cheeks. Trying to escape, her movements let her breasts shudder and wobble, only increasing the excitement of her ravisher. Meanwhile cameras are recording at all her moves, all her muffled sounds. Demi can’t stand the mirror images of the spectacle; she is just the subject of an obscene peep-show. She closes her eye; she is almost suffocating and her bottom is on fire. Her gag is removed and her hands are free at last. Gasping for air she tries to recuperate, but is immediately arranged on her knees. Her gag is reinserted in her ass and then….
The script gave Demi a difficult time, certainly with some liberties I took to increase the fun. The star took it all like a champ, proving she really was a good sport. The ultimate spectacle was obscene enough, but the beauty of her body, the gracious elegance of her long legs, and the look of her thrilling breasts put it in a perversity class of its own. The moment I had her shredded thong in her ass again, I inserted my cock in her cunt from behind. With both of her holes filled, Demi must have felt double penetrated.
I had hit her G-spot before but then I had fucked her ass and I had to reach out to score a hit. Now, with the gag in her ass and fucking her cunt from behind I was in a much better position to approach her front cunt wall. Demi was dazed and hot already but just to make sure I reached between her legs for her start button. I felt her melting away and then increasing her pace for the final stretch. With the benefit of my previous experience, I adjusted my angle and delivered the first of my hits.
Still gasping for air Demi barely knows what is happening to her. Can she maintain herself with all the sensations overflowing her? She is literally so full-filled. The stuffing of her backyard makes it all so perverse. When he starts moving slowly, it transports her to a never-never land she never visited before. The friction of his prick against the thin membrane separating her cunt from her ass makes her weep in delight. Her ‘aaaahs’ and ‘oooohs’ are becoming urgent pleas for more. Her frenzy shows in senseless movements like her toes curling and her fists banging.
Demi is unleashed like a rocket shooting off for the sky until it is bursting out in stars. It is not one big explosion as usual but several explosions each following the other like bombs hitting their designed area. Rocket after rocket are launched in the air. It is like the Independence Day Fireworks; never ending explosions, dazzling colors, blinding lights, rockets from all angles, mesmerizing changing fires. Demi takes hit after hit, her body vibrating, convulsing, and shaking under these torrential forces. She is just hanging on, desperately trying to survive. After an eternity, totally spent and exhausted, her body fades away in a dreamless sleep.
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When Demi awakes, it is pitch-dark; it must be deep into the night. She travels back in her mind, reflecting what just happened. The last orgasm, or better: the last salvo of orgasms was a shattering experience she couldn’t imagine possible. She muses everything that has happened wondering if she can go through something similar again. She cherishes her independence and her sexuality but there is a limit to what a girl can take.
“It’is only sex… not love”
She remembers the words she said that first night
“The sex was fantastic.” She thinks, “but…”
Suddenly she starts to cry. Soft sobs at first, but soon it is getting worse.
“Is this a post-coital depression?”
She feels so confused. What was the reason she came? What did she expect? She feels no guilt but does she feels satisfaction? Did she really enjoy her new sexuality, all those orgasms? Her tears slowly start streaming down her cheeks. She feels his lips softly kissing her eyelids. Demi instinctively moves closer to him. He puts his arm around her, continuously kissing her wet face. It feels warm in his arms, his embrace so different from all he did so far. When his hand moves over her skin it feels soothing, quite different from his probing insisting fingers before. It doesn’t make her weeping any better.
