Iron cock pt3 (NSFW)

The tightening grip of her cunt around his tormented member sent another wave of unbearable ecstasy rocketing through his very soul, with a barely human grunt he blinked his eyes into focus and watched her moan and shake in orgasm.

“How many had it been now?” He wondered. He’d watched her have three since snapping out of whatever higher state of existence he’d been in, four just that moment. And quite some time had gone by since he last remembered anything, it was dark outside now. Last he recalled it had been evening.  Aside from that not much had changed, he was still loosely tied to the bed railing with ribbons, there was a condom stuffed with vibrating bullets around his bulging member now, a strange warm buzzing inside his abdomen reminded him how she’d decided her fingers weren’t doing a good enough job on his prostate -  He’d been sent to the astral realm once she stuck that vibe inside him and hadn’t escaped until what felt like just a few minutes ago.    

The moonlight was almost intolerably bright, even the sparkling of her sweat made him squint his eyes in defence. The blurred shape of her now hunching body began to bounce up and down again and a soft, tired and manic giggle rattled around the room. “She must be getting tired now” He thought, gagging on the sensation of her pussy squeezing its way down and around the vibrators adorning his cock. It was all still very much; He’d been held of the edge of orgasm for hours, it felt like his skin had been peeled away to bare nerve endings. The slightest touch of her fingers or the wrinkles of the cotton bedsheets or a drop of her sweat landing on his torso could have made him cum if not for the fact he still couldn’t, her hot wet cunt and the various vigorous vibrations may as well be molten pleasure pumping into his brain, yet by now his mind had started to adapt. He was no longer drowning, but bathing in the hot slime of unyielding pleasure she inflicted on him and with every weary plap of her ass onto his lap it became just a little easier to think.

She made herself look heavy by how slowly she lifted her hips now, back glistening with sweat, hunched over, arms straight leaning unto the bed for leverage. Her sweet gasps were short and unfiltered, shaky like her body which quivered as would a tower in an earthquake. Another deep gasp and drop of her arse and she came yet again, tongue out and pointed at the ceiling, whimpering and tensed around the pulsating, vibrating monster she’d impaled herself on. Burning, endless seconds later she was hunched over again catching her breath, muttering sweet filth to herself. He supposed she’d long since given up talking to him, she’d gone mad with the opportunity, now she was exhausted… and so sensitive that only a few thrusts could send her to a lengthy orgasm… and her pussy felt so fucking good… and as he finally remembered how to move his body he also started to think about payback.

Wobbling like under-set jelly, she raised her throbbing slit off his cock while seductivly eyeing the chair in the corner. She quite fancied a comfortable seat which didn’t vibrate and/or penetrate her in any way at this point, and a drink too! The bedsheets were soaked with her sweat and other juices, her hands felt cold and slimy and her throat was dry and sore from dehydration and, by this point, hours of animalistic moaning. She’d had her fill now, a nice drink of water then she would sit in her comfy chair and doze off while he slept frustrated and tied up on the soaking wet bed, yes, then she’d give him a nice blowjob in the morning once he could cum again to make up for all the things she did while he couldn’t! A perfect end to the night - she thought. 

With a wet and sloppy ‘pop!’ she tumbled off his dick and began the long crawl to the edge of the bed, a voyage she never completed. Two large hands, loosely un-bound in ribbon, grabbed her by the hips and dragged her right back to where she started with a wet and sloppy ‘pop!’.