Jolts of pleasure arc through my body.
I close my head and arch my body backwards.
He takes it back to LOW.
“Magnus,” I sigh. “We can’t do this.”
His response?
Pushing towards MEDIUM.
That’s when the first orgasm rips through me. My body can’t handle it. It’s getting overstimulated and my pussy just gives up. I’m gushing into my panties and onto the seat and I don’t care.
The backseat of the limo smells like my pussy juices and I’m twitching and writhing, sprawled out on the limo as we drive by New York City.
Rays of pleasure are shooting through my body and searing the tips of my fingers and toes.
Magnus says something but I have no idea. I’m twitching and moaning.
Eventually Magnus takes it back to LOW.
When I come to, the car is stopped at a stop light.
I look out the window. We’re on the street, and next to a station wagon. There’s a man and woman in the front seat, and two little kids in the back seat. They look at the limo.
I wonder if they can see us through the tinted glass.
I’m sweating, my hair is strewn about and I’ve just had an orgasm.
Magnus pushes the controller to MEDIUM again, his lips curling into a grin.
You remember those kids I was telling you about that were looking our direction?
Well, good that you remember because I forgot.
I have no idea where I am now. My lips are twisted into a grimace.
“Oh my fucking God,” I say and grab Magnus’ hand and squeeze it. I can feel my nails on his skin.
Electricity is coursing through my veins. My legs are moving of their own accord and I can’t control my body. I’m twitching and moving and gasping and breathing.
“Time for high,” Magnus says and I know he pushes the button, but I don’t know what happens to the car or if we’re driving or parked or anything.
All I know is that I’m squeezing Magnus’ hand. My skirt is bunched up, my one hand is trying to get at my nipples and my other hand is squeezing Mangus’ arm.
He turns the dial back to LOW and it’s like I’m able to breathe again.
I’m not even sitting on my seat anymore. I’m more lying on it, in a state of catatonic pleasure.
“Like it, baby girl?” Magnus asks. “Tell Daddy how much you like it.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan. “I love it.”
“Then here’s some more,” he says. And he takes it back to HIGH.
I can't feel my toes. I mean I can feel them as in I know they exist, but I'm feeling tingly all over. I know if I keep this up I'm going to cum again. My clit is radiating absolute bliss. I feel like leaving my tongue hanging out and drooling. Just letting the pleasure wash over me. I can't believe this feels so good. Why didn't I do this before?
Oh my God. We go over a speed bump and a wave of pleasure just goes through my body and I involuntarily shake all over. I'm shuddering and alternating between this nice little buzz and an earthquake of ecstasy that's gripping me. It's really hard to use my hands and legs and move them. I feel like just giving up. I should really stop thinking.
“Mag…Magnus, this is…” I try to start.
“It’s great, isn’t it?” he asks me with a wicked grin.
The vibrator is buzzing away and I can’t move. I can only stare at this man. Who brings me so much pleasure in a way no other man has.
“There was one more setting that’s not on here,” Magnus says and turns the dial. “Past high.”
My breathing is becoming faster. Shallower.
The bullet starts to vibrate with a rhythmic intensity this time, stimulating different areas of my clit.
“Fuck!” I shout out loud.
He turns it back to LOW.
I can see my nails digging into Magnus’ arms. I don’t know how hard.
Thick beads of sweat are pooling on my forehead, as the feeling of three tongues lapping against my clit gets stronger and stronger.
I’m rubbing my thighs against each other. The intensity is strong, but it varies moment to moment and in different sensitive areas around my clit – the organ may seem tiny, but it’s almost stimulating different nerves in different locations.
“And again,” he says and this time he takes it past HIGH and holds it here.
Pleasure rips through my body and I arch my back and scream out. I don't even know what I'm saying. I've forgotten everything. I can't feel my body. I can't feel my face. I've left my body. Waves of sweet ecstasy clear my head of everything. I can't remember who I am. All I can do is revel in the seizure that's gripped my entire body. But it doesn't stop there. There's no way to come down.
Tears are coming from my eyes at the agonizing pleasure that's coursing from my pussy. My nipples feel like they’re on the most delicious fire possible. I can't breathe. My back is arched.