Page 27 of Vice

My orgasm explodes inside me. Violently. And although I don’t scream—not yet—I do let out a desperate cry because, fuck, it’s so intense and feels so good, and Viper’s not stopping. He’s not pulling the toy away, and already it’s so intense, and I don’t know how I’m going to be able to take this seven more times.

He begins to dip his head, not breaking eye contact with me. He positions the toy to give him room to put his mouth on my pussy. Presses the toy a little harder against my clit. Inserts his tongue into my hole and begins to fuck it with his tongue.

I let out a cry and arch off the couch at how overwhelmingly good it feels.

“Fuck,” I say. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

I come again. Wetness gushes out of me and onto Viper’s face. Onto his clothes.

Fuck.

It’s so good. So good that it feels like too much. Like I might die from too much feeling. Is it possible to die from coming too much, too hard? If it is, it would be the most exquisite death imaginable.

He keeps going, and fuck is it just me, or did he turn up the vibration of the toy?

I don’t have long to contemplate it again as he continues to keep the vibrator on me while fucking me with his mouth. Both my hands find his head, thread into his dark blonde hair and tug. I don’t know whether I’m trying to keep him there or take him off me because it’s so fucking much.

I just know that I have very little control of my body right now as I begin to ride and buck my hips into his mouth, absently aware of the raucous jeering of the men in the room, egging him on. But I can’t bring myself to care when I come for the third time.

Loud moans and pleading begin to join the other background noise. I’m only able to vaguely realize that they’re coming from me before Viper presses the vibrator harder against me. And this time, I am trying to tug him away. Because it is too much, and I don’t know how much more of this I can take and—

I come for the fourth the time, my legs permanently shaking at this point.

Viper pulls his mouth away from me and grins, face shiny with my come all over his face.

“Halfway there,” he says.

Seriously. I think I might die because the pleasure is so intense I feel like I can’t breathe. It feels like torture. A torture I simultaneous want to end and to never stop.

He pulls the toy away. But only to unbutton and discard his shirt, ruined from all my come. It’s a brief and welcome relief as I watch him in a daze while my body continues to quake.

It’s not so welcome when Viper puts the vibrator back, and it’s even more intense than before. Because having taken it away has somehow made my pussy even more sensitive.

“No,” I cry out, trying to reach down to take it away.

He slaps me this time. At least I think. I can’t really feel anything except how overwhelming the vibrator on me feels.

“Don’t make me tie your hands up,” he says to me.

He presses the vibrator harder against me to punctuate his point and for the fifth time that evening, in who knows how much time, I come. It’s so intense that the cramping and tightening of my abdomen is starting to hurt.

“Please,” I say, tears beginning to run down my face. I can’t stop them if I tried. “I don’t think…”

Viper ignores me as he inserts a finger into me this time. Normally, I’d be aching for him to insert another. Because one isn’t enough. But I’ve come so many times and am so tight as a result it feels like when I’m full of something much bigger. Like his cock.

Being this tight, there’s some resistance no matter how wet I am. But Viper doesn’t let that deter him as he fucks me with his finger while holding the vibrate against me.

Somehow, he manages to add a second finger. I grab onto my breasts, squeeze as my body convulses at the pleasure building again.

This time I do scream as my sixth orgasm comes and then ride my hips into his hand and vibrator myself without him doing anything in chasing and having the seventh.

I’m a mess now, no doubt. The leather couch and the floor soaked with my come. My legs sticky with it. My entire body quaking. But none of that matters right now.

“One more,” Viper says. “This one is going to be special.”

And then he undoes his pants again and takes out his cock. I never gave much to the size of his cock before, always more focused on having it inside me. But now, knowing how tight my pussy is and how sensitive I am, I can’t help but notice how big it is. How much girth and length it has that I never noticed before. How hard it is.

“No… It’s not... It can’t fit,” I manage to sputter out.

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