Page 51 of Shameful Addictions

It was like someone had set off a bomb inside her. Her building orgasm burst out of her, shaking her body. She tossed her head back and cried out, her hips shivering and bucking hard on the toothbrush handle still embedded in her.

As quick as the crescendo had come, it ended.

Charlotte fell back, her body draped against the couch. She tasted some salty wetness on the tip of her tongue and realized dimly that some of Mamba’s cum must have run down to her lips.

Mamba cleared his throat, a polite little sound that would be easy for an editor to cut out.

Polite and subtle as it was, Charlotte got the hint and sat up straighter on the couch again. She pulled the toothbrush out of her pussy, her muscles quivering and jumping around it as its ridged rubber grip rubbed through her. Flushed, she said, “You saw it here on camera, girls. I just found my g-spot for the first time in my whole life! See why you need to explore? Isn’t it so humiliating and degrading that I did this on camera? Isn’t it so hot? Let’s see what else we can discover!”

Stepping up in the world, Charlotte chose a hammer from her supply of objects. The handle was plastic–not wood, thank goodness–and had ridged finger indentations on it.

Charlotte put the handle of the hammer inside herself. Unlike with the toothbrush, the shape was a bit unwieldy, but it was big enough around to stretch her. And when she turned it, she could choose where those ridges went, what part of her they rubbed on.

She showed off for her audience, rotating the hammer around inside her, pulling it out and putting it back in to show them the various angles. The ridges bumped through her, pushing hard on her inner walls. Her pussy was still so sensitive from her first orgasm that she was acutely aware of every little movement. She was so deep in the sensations that she almost didn’t realize that she was on the verge of cumming again until the powerful waves of inner heat began to pulse through her.

“Oh! Oh! Here it comes again! Watch!”

Charlotte turned the hammer again so that the ridges would rub on the top of her, and fucked herself with renewed fervor. Her orgasm came, as she had known it would, sweeping her away again for a second time. Her breath locked in her throat, a little strangled cry ripping into the air.

She collapsed down from her second orgasm and wasted no time in getting back to the fun, grabbing up the cucumber.

The cucumber wasn’t as fun.

Charlotte fucked herself with it, her pussy lips dragging up and down its length, but it was almost boring. She recalled what Mamba had said about telling how she felt, so she said, “After the hammer, this is almost boring. I thought I’d be able to feel the bumps better, but even with how sensitive my pussy is right now, there’s not much here, girls. But if you like something big and thick inside you and no boy you’ve met so far will do, this might be a good replacement. Let’s try something else.”

But nothing else in her supplies really spoke to her. The deodorant canister was just a fatter, smoother cucumber, and she didn’t like the idea of putting a toilet brush near her crotch–even if it was in pristine, new condition.

Charlotte sifted through her options and discovered a few things she hadn’t noticed before, due to how small they were in comparison to the other objects. Clothespins and clips, similar to the kind people used to close up chip bags.

“Fucking yourself isn’t the only way to make yourself cum,” Charlotte said, gathering up the clothespins. “There are lots of different ways to get stimulated. I think this might hurt a little bit, but don’t let pain stop you from feeling good.”

Charlotte positioned herself so she faced the camera directly and squeezed one of the clothespins, opening the blunt mouth. She put the opening over the very edge of one of her pussy lips and let go before she could second-guess herself about it.

Pain jolted through her, a sharp pinching pain, unlike anything she had ever felt before. She could count on one hand the number of times she’d had a pain in her pussy and this was unlike all the rest. It was intense, focused on that particular area.

But Mamba was nodding his approval, so she had to be doing something right.

Charlotte took another clothespin and put that one on the other side of her pussy, putting it on a little further than the other. Pain again, localized, enough that it would be traumatizing if it had come suddenly and out of nowhere. Yet, better.

“With these, I think it’s best not to do it right on the edge,” she said, adjusting the first. “Because then, you’re just pinching sensitive skin. You want to stimulate your nerves.”

Once she had both pins adjusted, she realized she could actually feel something happening. The pain had her tensing, and the tension made her muscles clench, which gave her the stimulation she had mentioned before.

“If you focus on how horny you are, it’s not bad at all.”

Charlotte picked up a clip and put two of those on her pussy lips. Those were better, the higher surface area spreading out the pain. The pain and pleasure began to mingle, blurring together.

Charlotte picked up another clip and started to put it on her pussy. Then, an idea came to her.

Do I dare?

If it didn’t go well, Mamba could cut the video.

Feeling as if she was in a dream, Charlotte moved the clip to her clit and put it on.

Her most sensitive bud of flesh burst with pain. It felt like someone had grabbed her and was refusing to let go, clenching her clit tighter and tighter between two fingers.

Then, something happened, something without explanation that was almost magical. The pain twisted, warped into powerful heat that quickly ramped into her third orgasm. Charlotte screamed and gripped the couch cushion and arched her back, thrusting out her pussy. Her muscles clenched so tight that all the clips came loose and rained down onto the floor, along with a flood of her cum and juices.

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