The Test - Sex Stories

The Test

... could remember her own name if they asked. They give her a couple of minutes to recover, but the need barely recedes.

Gabbi unstraps her and brings her another drink, then, as she leaves, Matt slips into the room again.

'We're all taking a break now, so you have a bit longer,' he tells her.

Through the haze, Erica notices he's looking a little hot and bothered himself. She still can't speak, though. Her hand has moved involuntarily to her pussy and she's frantically rubbing her tender, aching clit. Matt watches her, his gaze heating up.

'I ought to stop you doing that.'

Erica whimpers, pleading.

'But you can't cum, so it makes no difference, and there's nobody else watching now. And goddamnit, you're hot.'

Her other hand reaches for her, catching his wrist and pulling it towards her. He laughs.

'Fuck, Erica.'

He can't resist it, though. His hand follows her to her pussy, and two of his fingers slide inside. Erica whines. No matter how good the dildo feels, Matt's fingers are better. She wishes it was his cock.

'Fuck me,' she whispers. 'Please...'

He laughs again, breathlessly.

'You'll have to make do with fingers for now. So will I.'

He fucks her relentlessly with his hand, curling his fingers inside her, her soaking pussy taking him easily. After a few minutes, he removes his fingers and holds them up to her face.

'Taste yourself. Taste what denial does to you.'

Erica sucks his fingers, wet with her juices, her eyes on his face. ...

... Her hips are still moving in circles, her body trapped in hopeless horniness.

'Alright,' he said roughly at last. 'That's enough. Get up and move around a bit, before the final session.'

On wobbly legs, Erica does as she's told. What more can they possibly have to test on her? Surely it's clear. The orgasm blocker works. There's no breaking through it.

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They strap her back in. There's no escaping it. She has another two hours to go.

Gabbi comes back in, but rather than apply more cream, she moves between Erica's legs. In her hand is a large egg vibrator with a silicon tail. Erica's pussy is so wet, she doesn't need any lube. Gabbi pushes the egg up inside her, its width stretching her a little as it enters. Once inside, it makes her feel nicely full. Gabbi presses a button on the tail and the egg jumps to life inside Erica.

Then Gabbi drops to her knees on the floor between Erica's legs, her hands gripping Erica's thighs. She leans forwards, and Erica feels the touch of a warm tongue on the entrance to her pussy, where the tail of the vibrator protrudes. She gasps.

Gently, Gabbi's tongue moves up Erica's slit to her pulsing clit. Wet and warm, it swirls around the swollen little bud. Erica moans, her hips tilting. She's never been with another woman before. She's never had a woman's tongue on her, but it feels so good she doesn't care.

Carefully, almost methodically, Gabbi licks her. Up, around, down. Up, around, down. Finding a pattern, and then, just ...