Dirty Daddy

“There was one more setting that’s not on here,” Magnus says and turns the dial. “Past high.”

My breathing is becoming faster. Shallower.

The bullet starts to vibrate with a rhythmic intensity this time, stimulating different areas of my clit.

“Fuck!” I shout out loud.

He turns it back to LOW.

I can see my nails digging into Magnus’ arms. I don’t know how hard.

Thick beads of sweat are pooling on my forehead, as the feeling of three tongues lapping against my clit gets stronger and stronger.

I’m rubbing my thighs against each other. The intensity is strong, but it varies moment to moment and in different sensitive areas around my clit – the organ may seem tiny, but it’s almost stimulating different nerves in different locations.

“And again,” he says and this time he takes it past HIGH and holds it here.

Pleasure rips through my body and I arch my back and scream out. I don't even know what I'm saying. I've forgotten everything. I can't feel my body. I can't feel my face. I've left my body. Waves of sweet ecstasy clear my head of everything. I can't remember who I am. All I can do is revel in the seizure that's gripped my entire body. But it doesn't stop there. There's no way to come down.

Tears are coming from my eyes at the agonizing pleasure that's coursing from my pussy. My nipples feel like they’re on the most delicious fire possible. I can't breathe. My back is arched.

My clit is throbbing. I know it's engorged. I push the bullet a little closer, scared at what's going to happen. Just the slightest push.

FUCK! OH MY FUCKING GOD!

My eyes are closed, but I see stars explode. It's like my brain has shut down completely. I don't even know what I'm doing at this point. My entire body is on fire. My soul is on fire. My spine is tingling and shuddering and every single nerve in my legs, my throat, my hands, my face, my breasts, my thighs is tingling with electricity. I'm crackling. I'm lightning. I might as well be dead.

I don't know how, but I turn off the switch to the remote and brace myself as wave after wave of electricity rushes through my skin. I'm shaking and trembling and moaning and I don't know what I'm saying. All I know is that I might not come out of this river of sweet pleasure alive. I might be lost in it.

Eventually, I'm able to grasp thoughts. I'm breathing heavily. I'm panting. I'm gasping. I'm drenched in sweat.

I'm exhausted.

As long as that machine is off, I take out the bullet, but just barely. I look down at the leather of the seat. It’s wet. Very wet. I don't care. I think it takes me all of one second to pass out.

When I come to, the car is stopped on the side of the street and Magnus is looking at me.

The bullet is on the other side of the car. I must've thrown it out.

My panties are somewhere over there too. My skirt is bunched up around me, my pussy on full view. My tits are popping out. I must've been trying to play with my nipples.

My pussy is wet—my thighs are sticky.

It’s pooled underneath me on the leather. The whole car smells like sex.

“Better now?” Magnus asks with a smile. “Work off some of those calories from brunch?”

I nod. I’m so sleepy. Post orgasm endorphins are sluicing through my body.

“Ready for Round Two?” he says with a grin.

It’s all I can do to keep from smiling as Magnus speaks into the intercom and the car revs up again getting into the traffic as Magnus picks up the bullet and gives me a grin.

Oh my God.

This man is insane.

Crazy.