Tru Potential - Sex Stories

Tru Potential

... against the belt that didn't seem to move an inch, the vibration got stronger, and she made another sound, but this one surprised her as well - the cry she was expecting had turned into a moan. Her eyes fluttered closed and now both hands went down below her waist. She tried to keep her legs closed tight but realized that was just making the pressure inside her more intense. Seemingly against her will, her legs opened a few inches, and one hand rubbed against the supple leather while the other slid up her body to push away the towel she still wore after her shower, exposing the red bra she had planned on wearing to the ComiCon later but had no memory of putting on. That was when she realized something else as well - her nipples, that had always been super sensitive, were suddenly alive, blazing hot and making her orgasm so much more intense. Nothing had ever felt like this before, and her brain, always filled with ideas and creativity and the potential of the Next Big Thing, went as blank as an artist's canvas as the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced crashed over her like a wave on a rocky shore. Too much. It was just too much. She couldn't think, couldn't even remember her fucking name. She cried out, a long moaning guttural sound that seemed to last forever, her back arching and pushing her tits toward the ceiling until finally the throbbing in her achingly over-full pussy shut off and the lava-hot tingling in her nipples began to subside.

She lay there, ...

... panting, not remembering for a few moments where she was or why she was there before her mind started to clear again and the anxiety and apprehension came creeping back. "What the FUCK was THAT?" she said out loud to the empty room, gingerly touching her breasts through the red material. Sitting up quickly, she realized that was a mistake as well - her vision started to blacken around the edges as the pressure of the vibrator inside her made her pussy walls contract in an after-shock that was not welcome right then. Bracing her hands on the bed, she slowly stood up, making her way to the mirror on the bathroom door.

Her hair was in total disarray, her breathing ragged and her face was flushed as red as her hair - how could it NOT be - but her attention was drawn to the chastity belt, which was easier to see in the reflection. On each side of the belt, near the strap around her waist, was a small shiny padlock. She twisted her waist from side to side, trying to see everything as completely as possible. They were smooth, brass-colored, and as she feared, locked tight. She hated the thought that came creeping into her mind but she knew what that meant - whoever had put this thing on - and IN - her, had the keys and she was in bigger trouble than she wanted to be. But, that was only part of the issue. What had been going on with her nipples? She ran her fingers over the red material of her bra, looking down at her breasts and then in front of her to look at them in the mirror. Why ...