Here's my latest story from Substack in case you're in a rea..

Here's my latest story from Substack in case you're in a reading mood.

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The party couldn’t start until she came.

Loudly.

Which made coming both easier and far more difficult. Orgasms can be teased, pulled, urged, and lost within the blink of an eye, and I could tell by the way she bit her lip that she was concentrating with every ounce of embarrassment she could muster.

The room wasn’t large, and neither was the guest list. Nevertheless, even the few people standing around you as you press a Hitachi between your thighs, whimpering with each vibration, can be a little daunting. And while their hardening cocks and slippery fingers can add to the excitement, they also meant something else: people were growing impatient.

As the host and her husband, I was in a complicated position. I wanted her exquisite pain to last, but I also wanted my guests to enjoy themselves before the night got away from us. Their drinks were still mostly full, and while they did touch themselves and whisper in one another’s ears, there is only so long you can tease a group of seasoned perverts before someone decides it’s time to relieve the babysitter.

And so, as tensions rose throughout the room, I knelt next to her as she lay on the ottoman, her back arched and her legs clenched tightly around the vibrating toy. I brushed her hair gently, reached down, gripped the Hitachi as high up as I could, and rocked it against her as my lips touched her ear.

“You’re doing so well, my love. And everyone is watching so intently. Can you see their hard cocks? Can you smell their excitement?”

She nodded and whimpered a yes as she raised her hips, humping against the toy with quiet desperation. Her face was red, her body slick with sweat, and her mind stuck between the desire the come and fear of letting everyone down.

With a smile, I pressed harder against her, matching her rhythm before filling her head with too many words to stay focused.

“They can’t start until you come, but don’t worry. Once you come for them, everything will begin. Do you know why?”

She sighed and bit her lip, and I felt her tremble through the vibrations running up my arm. When she shook her head gently back and forth, I kept going.

“Because the second you come, they’re going to fuck you, babygirl. They’re going to drop their drinks, lose their clothes, and devour you like a rare steak. They’re going to lick you, suck you, fuck every hole in your body, and you’re going to forget who you are.

“Is that what you want, baby? Is that what you want them to do?”

“Oh god, yes,” She cried, her eyes open wide as she looked up at me. If she could see the blurred hands and frantic faces behind me, I’m not sure, but she held my hand as she pressed against the rolling wave between her legs, and it was all she needed.

“We’re going to fuck you so hard,” I whispered again and again. “All these people watching as you try to come, all these friends watching you, are going to fuck you until you can’t take it anymore. And then they’ll fuck you some more.”

She cried out again, looking into my eyes with love and affection as she finally started to come; her thighs clenched so tightly I lost feeling in my fingers. I kissed her mouth deeply, letting her moan into me as she shook and trembled, and for long minutes, she came, and she came while all around us the crowd drew closer.

By the time she dropped the toy to the floor, her body aching from her pleasure, there was a ravenous round of applause. She looked up to see them closing in, their eyes hungry and their bodies past the point of ready.

She took a deep breath, kissed me one more time, and was promptly devoured by a dozen hands, fingers, lips, and cocks, until she was no longer human and no longer cared.