Naked Legal - Chair Stimulation

The wobble was hitting me inside in wonderful places and a crazy, obscene thought came to me. I leaned way back in the chair and I cried out as the wobble repeatedly impacted my g-spot. It was everything I could do not to lean forward for relief but this was becoming a most erotic experience and it was coming from a machine.

My legs shot out in front of me and my toes curled, my hands pressed into the armrests of the chair to keep myself back so the diabolical phallus could continue to do its very fiendish work on me. My mouth opened wide to release a scream that didn't seem to be able to come out. My eyes were wide, my body was sweating as every pore opened and oozed. My legs and arms and stomach all spasmed at the same moment my pussy did. It felt very much like my pussy was attempting to stop the movement of the phallus all by itself. I gushed, washing the dildo and my chair when the scream finally escaped my mouth.

My orgasm didn't abate, though. Neither did the stupid machine under my chair. It had no intelligence to interpret the sound escaping me to slow its abuse of my pussy. It was a machine and it kept on its unthinking, unknowing assault. I gasped and curled as another orgasmic peak hit on top of the one I was already riding.

I fought with myself for any shred of control and awareness to grasp onto. My body was in a constant state of convulsion and spasm. My pussy was clenching and releasing around the dildo. My stomach was clenching and tightening like the most intense curls I ever endured. As the third orgasm crested and broke over me while the others were still tearing my mind to pieces, I groped across the desk, unseeing and almost unthinking, until I felt it, the remote. I pressed buttons at the top wildly until the damn machine finally stopped.

It was many minutes later, though, before my multiple orgasms finally subsided.

I found myself nearly off the chair. The seat of the chair was so wet with my juices, I had nearly slid off and onto the floor. I pushed the chair back from the desk to escape it as if it might suddenly assault me, again. I sat on the floor looking at the demon pretending to be a chair. Assaulted by my chair. Could I ever repeat this experience to anyone? Would they even believe me? I used the desk for support to gain my feet. Located my shoes and stumbled out of my office in stocking feet to the refrigerator for a bottle of water. As I gulped the water, I wondered, 'would the others believe it? But, I knew them, they'd want to watch it.'