The Device

Everywhere there were kisses. The mouths returned to please my still body instantly. This time it really was everywhere… someone grabbed my right leg and held it up as someone quickly scrambled between my legs to lick my dripping wet pussy. I smelled the sweet juice flowing from my legs, mixed with the light smell of oil and sex around me. I was being kissed on the lips and in my pussy. There were two mouths wrapped around my nipples, sucking, nibbling, and licking at random. The mouth on my pussy split my lips from my hole to my clit, and when the mouth got to my clit it sucked hard, making my left leg buckle. I felt as if I were going to fall but someone held me up. I regained my balance and just let my body receive everything. It was not my place to try to give right now. I kissed, but then I stopped doing that. I only now thought of what I was feeling.

I think they were waiting for me to do this, to stand still and receive. Not but a few moments after I stopped kissing whoever was kissing me there were hands and mouths. This time more of an intense massage… there were hands on my lower back drawing circles into my skin with their thumbs, someone kissing the insides of my hips, someone rolling the muscles in my arms in their hands. A tongue traced a line from the top of my pussy to my collarbone and I tilted my head back to allow access to my neck. Kisses all over my chest, sucking and nibbling, occasionally a bite that I had to fight not to wince at. Hands massaging my ass cheeks.

Someone finally blessed me with penetration to my pussy. The tongue on my clit was slow and deliberate, alternating patterns and moving in rhythm with the music. There were two fingers slowly sliding in and out of me almost frictionless, not because of the size of my pussy but the amount of my come and juice there was. I felt a drip go down my thigh only to have it licked up a moment later.

The tongue on my pussy and fingers inside me picked up pace and aim. I felt my stomach get tight and knew this would not take long. The people playing with me made sure of it, accelerating their pace quickly. I realized the music was picking up pace, too, reaching its own climax. I tuned into the beat, focusing on the speed of it. The mouth and fingers were matching it. All over my body they were matching the speed of the music. Faster, harder. The bass beat blasted into my head and the fingers inside pressed on my g spot hard. I cried out, my toes curling and feet giving out. I was literally being held up as the most powerful orgasm quaked my body. I felt myself struggling to breathe, my stomach turning to a knot, my pussy exploding into fire. I screamed out in pleasure, my head dizzy and thoughts cloudy. My legs were shaking worse than if I had been power squatting, I really could not stand on my own.

I was panting hard. Water. Someone was literally hosing my body down with cool water. I cried out in fright at first and then pleasure. The water cascaded down my body, rinsing away some of the sweat. I slowed my breathing and felt the water calm me down. There were no mouths, no hands. The music was slowing and getting quieter, too. I listened, or tried to, unable to hear with the water rushing over my ears. I stood easily now, breathing normally.

The water slowed to a stop as well, in time with the music's stop. I listened, but the only sound I could hear was the water dripping off my body onto the floor. The straps released my wrists. My arms fell to my sides quickly, the blood rushing back into them. I took the blindfold off and slowly opened my eyes. There was very little light, and no people around. I looked around but could distinguish nothing of any help to me. I turned around and saw a faint glow on the floor.

Arrows. There were arrows pointing to a rectangle on the wall. A door, a way out. My tired body walked awkwardly in the path of the arrows, my eyes coming to focus on a sign on the door that read simply "open." I opened the door and there were arrows in the hallway as well, eventually leading me back into my room.

I walked into my room and recognized my clothes on the bed. I ignored them, though, choosing instead to lie on the bed and let myself fall to sleep.