Jul 192016
 

I had my first orgasm at noon; I had my last orgasm at midnight. There was only perhaps a couple of hours broken up in between all of that. For those that know how easily and how hard I orgasm, that’s quite a day of a lot of orgasms.

Far, far too many orgasms. It was ridiculously easy to get me to orgasm as the night went on.

In the day, I met a man (Tech Talk) that I went out on a few dates with. It was our first time kissing, so why not move it to our first time fucking as well? He is a very sweet man who is interested and incredibly open minded about kink. We had discussed boundaries and limits dates prior to this and the path was laid out on which directions I could go.

So, I gave him some small tastes of kink. I began by giving him different sensations. My fingers swept softly, my nails raked angry red trails down his body. My mouth kissed gently, sucked, nibbled a lot, and then once I realized he had a high pain threshold – bit roughly everywhere; he had already shared that he liked to be bit. Silk fabric caressed up and down parts of his body before blindfolding him. I took a Wartenberg Wheel to him, tiny little pinpricks of marks across his skin which he handled so well that I pressed deeply into his skin and blazed intermittent dotted pieces like those in the center of a road showing the trail I traveled for days across his skin.

He kept complimenting me, saying how rare and unusual I was, how exciting, how he scored himself a hot woman, how lucky he was. He complimented my body, my touch, my mouth. He claimed that I was absolutely amazing at giving head.

And then it was his turn to do things to me. He went down on me for so long that I orgasmed, then he fingered me to a few more orgasms. He stretched on a condom and entered me, missionary for just a moment and then around to hands and knees behind me, then laying down completely on my back. He complimented how I felt while pushing for orgasm after orgasm (which was ridiculously easy after going down on me for so long).

We became a sweaty mess  who both claimed that we needed a nap after we were finally done. But I had places to go, so I cleaned up and left him…

…Onto the dungeon.

Where after a negotiation, I had two people co top me, with no genital touching (breasts were fine), no penetration, no marks, no blood or needle play, but name calling and lighter impact were fine…unless I orgasm. That last part was from an off hand comment that I can take more from an orgasm. (Honestly, I didn’t think I would orgasm while there because of the no penetration rule – I didn’t take into account how my body was already sensitive from the orgasms before I arrived at the dungeon.)

As the man came in with his toy bag, she threw in that piece of information, and he asked if I wanted a hitachi. I said maybe, and that I would think on it. So when the man slapped at my vulva and got the rhythm that I could orgasm even without penetration, it was because I was already primed for pleasure from earlier in the day. He was downright gleeful when he denied me an orgasm that way and I so badly wanted it that I was ready to cry for one. The day had made my body so ridiculously ready to climax.

I ended up agreeing to a hitachi. He placed the wand against my wet fabric and the loud buzzing was no match for my moans as the toy so quickly overwhelmed my body and granted me the orgasm that I wanted. He discovered that I could multiple, with one orgasm crashing in on another. The vibrations of a wand are the closest I ever get to coloring, and yet I either arch to press myself further against or squirm to get away from it – he was having none of shifting away and the toy throbbed all the more harder against my lips. I became very loud in volume when orgasm after orgasm was forced on me, with some impact occasionally thrown in, which provided a short but painful break to breathe but not lessening my volume as I groaned when contact was made. There could have been a room full of people, and so caught up in receiving either pleasure or pain, I could’ve cared less.

It was during this point that he ordered me to look at her and thank her for my next orgasm, and even she offered a protest that she didn’t think I could do it. I did try but ended up looking at her right when it finished, thanking her at the same time.

Afterwards, we all stayed where we were for a bit while I drifted back to reality and got dressed. Then we went into the kitchen area and visited with other people. He looked across the table from me after some time passed and said that he wanted to play again.

So off we went, with the Hitachi and his hands and his words, where I orgasmed until the dungeon closed. Fortunately, he is the one who closes up so I didn’t feel pressured to run out the door – he even walked me to my vehicle.

Twelve hours of orgasms, where one moment set the pace and the path for so many more to be enjoyed over and over again in different ways. I never would have believed my body was so capable of sustaining that many in one day.

*This is the third of seven posts from this one day:Wicked Wednesday

To read the negotiation and beginning play, click here.

To read about more details during orgasming with these awesome two, click here.

  11 Responses to “O-verdosed”

  1. I am So Damn JEALOUS of you! I have a very difficult time trying to have an Orgasm… Possibly due to step grandfathers sexual abuse. I envy you and yet still enjoy your work here.

    • Thank you very much! And I’m aware that I am lucky: both in being so receptive to pleasure that I orgasm easily and multiple times, and being a young survivor from sexual abuse from family and overcoming the issues (though that took time) that it created as well.

      • Hot and insightful share.

      • I think I may be in the majority, but I could be wrong. Aren’t most victims usually like me, with a “sexual disfunction” you may call it? Maybe guilt holds back orgasm? I’ve read that rape victims can orgasm…it’s a natural body response to stimulation. I wonder if I was made to orgasm as a little girl and feel guilty because of being naked in bed with a predator? You know, the Special Naps I had to take before my gram came home from work.
        50 years later I still like a victim. But, I was finally able to tell my Aunt and Uncle and they believe me! It was the threat of having my gram and aunt not believing and hating me that he used as pressure to keep me silent…and I was until he died.
        There was one time I had the multiple experience, I was 19 or 20 and the 40 yr old man was a relentless fucking machine! Once. Once in my life it happened. I started having sex at 15 and I’m now 58. It fucking sucks. Therapy never helped, tried it many times.
        Any recommendations anyone?

  2. Holy Hell, that is amazing!

  3. WOW, sounds like you had a brilliant time. As for multiples… sometimes it takes quite some time before I climax for the first time, but once I start and get a second and a third, they seem to follow so quickly that sometimes it’s a continuous stream of orgasms.
    Multiples are great!

    Rebel xox

  4. Amazing what our bodies can do when we push them

    Mollyxxx

  5. Us men can only watch–and listen to you Goddesses :))))))))))))))))))

  6. Oh my goodness, that sounds incredibly intense!

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