Secretarial Duties 3 - Conditioning Patricia - Sex Stories

Secretarial Duties 3 - Conditioning Patricia

... thrusting, all at once. It was WAY more intense than any man she'd had...and although she wasn't sure how many men had fucked her, she knew she had fucked more than her share. This, this was absolutely mind-altering. There was a thick, short snake coiling and uncoiling itself in her pussy. And the one in her ass felt like a tongue forcing its way in and out of her. She could feel her own juices running down her thighs. She was ready to cum again...the orgasm was building, pushing her towards bliss, oblivion, le petite mort...only not little at all. The blurry-faced men moved closer, surrounding her. Nearly all of them had their cocks out, stroking their erections. Even without seeing their faces, she could tell they were all watching closely. She could practically FEEL them watching her. That thought was enough to make her cum. “AAAAAH! Shit! So...fucking...good! Stop...it...PLEASE!” Patricia's nipples were stiff, her toes were curled so tightly her foot ached, she could feel her chest and neck flushing. The snakes kept wriggling. She felt the sensations building again. “OH, PLEASE, STOP. LET ME REST! PLEASE! OH!” Patricia bowed her head, tears welling and flowing down her cheeks. She tried to rise off the machine, only to realize that she was strapped on. She didn't know when that had happened. The snakes were pulsing and threshing even more strongly. She was now starting to breathe faster again. “No, no, no, no. No more. Too much.” She pushed herself as far off as ...

... possible, but was only able to withdraw an inch or so of those magnificent, wonderful, incredible pleasure-probes out of her. Her knees gave way and she again impaled herself, driving both dildos deeply inside her. “AAAAAH!” She felt something hot strike her shoulders, a spurt of warm liquid, a small stream that landed near her neck and slowly ran down her back. Someone had cum on her! She had made him cum! She arched her head backwards, exposing her chest and neck and was instantly rewarded with another spurt, and then another. She couldn't stop herself. Another orgasm swept over her. Cum was running down her chest, her stomach, her back. She opened her eyes to discover a monstrously hard, purple cock inches away, pointed at her face. Obligingly, she opened her mouth. She was panting, but whether from fatigue or eagerness, she couldn't judge. Hot, bitter cum splashed onto her lips, into her mouth. She smiled, mindlessly riding another wave towards its inevitable crest. She stopped trying to stop. There was another spurt onto her face. And another. And another on her back. Patricia lost count of the spurts...of her orgasms...of time. Patricia grew aware again. She was lying on a leather-covered sofa. Her ass burned. Her crotch was wet and stung. Her jaw was sore. She was nearly covered with drying, flaking jism. One stocking was gone, the remaining one had a huge ladder from her toe up to the lace top. No shoes at all. She could feel her hair stuck onto her face and taste bitter ...