How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... her plug, and the deep, curving intrusion of my own, made my entire body pulse with sensitivity.

John leaned in closer, his fingers lightly tracing the base of the plugs that were visible, taking in the sight of both of us – bound, gagged, filled to the brim.

"How are you feeling, Jeanie?" he asked, his voice dripping with curiosity and amusement. I tried to find the words, but with my senses overloaded, I could only let out a muffled, guttural groan through the gag. My eyes, teary from the sheer intensity of the sensations, met his. He could see the confusion, pleasure, and the overwhelming fullness mirrored in them.

John then shifted his attention to Emily, "And you, my new toy? How does it feel?"

Emily's eyes, wide and glistening with tears, met his. Her muffled response was even less articulate than mine. The thick plug had taken her to an edge she hadn’t known before. Her breath came out in short, ragged bursts, her chest heaving with the effort. Every small movement caused the plug to shift minutely inside her, sending fresh waves of sensation throughout her body.

John chuckled, "I'll take those sounds as a sign that you're both enjoying yourselves. Good. Because we're just getting started." His voice was smug, a clear indication that he was basking in the control he had over the two of us. The anticipation of what was to come next made the air even thicker with tension.

John moved back between Emily's legs, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her ...

... stomach. Though I couldn't see what he was doing, I felt every move. The sensation of him pressing down on the plug from the outside was surreal. For a moment, there was silence, only the muffled moans of Emily and the sound of our collective breathing.

Then, without warning, I felt it. A sudden, intense sensation of John thrusting into Emily. It wasn't just an echo of the feeling; it felt as though I was experiencing it directly. Emily's eyes widened in shock, a stifled scream escaping from behind her gag. The double sensation, of the plug stretching her and John thrusting into her, was evidently too much for her to handle. Her body arched off the bench, her hands clenching into fists.

"God, this sight is fucking unreal," John murmured, his voice filled with awe and pleasure. He began to move, each thrust resonating through both our bodies. The sound of skin against skin echoed in the room, mixed with the muffled cries of Emily and my own involuntary sounds. The sensation was heady, dizzying. Every move he made in Emily was mirrored in me, and the sensations compounded, making it almost too intense to bear.

John's rhythm picked up, his movements more deliberate. "Feeling everything she does, aren't you, Jeanie?" He smirked, clearly enjoying the shared experience between Emily and me. I could only respond with a nod, my focus purely on the overwhelming sensations surging through my body.

Emily's eyes were locked onto mine, a mix of terror, pleasure, and confusion. ...