Getting so high even the softest breeze sends your body into twitching mode. Unable to keep your eyes open because your lips are so heavy. Your head is foggy, completely hazed. The sound of cars outside actually feels nice instead of annoying, it’s loud but rhythmic in a way that makes you relax even more - it’s always there, softly present. It feels good, everything feels good.

Until it starts to feel like there is something missing. Your breathing turns heavy, you’re moving your head around a little, feeling the pillow you’re laying your head on, trying to feel something. Your body acts on its own, opening your legs slowly to show what it was missing. Pleasure. You’re so sensitive you know it’s going to drive you insane in the best way possible. 

Determined to fix that problem, you move your hands down your body slowly. Over your breasts, groping yourself, pinching your nipples until you’re gasping for air. Then, down your stomach, where you pressed a little right over your womb because you liked the pressure there. Finally, you reach your pussy. Soaked, you could feel the sticky mess dripping down from over your slit down to the bed. Breathing out a soft moan before even touching yourself, as soon as you do, your back is arching, your clit so sensitive your legs started to tremble already. Your body was both desperate for more and trying to protest the intensity of the feeling. It was like you’ve been edging for hours only to get overstimulated as soon as you rubbed over your clit once. 

So absolutely high. You couldn’t even stop to think what was best to do, even if slow, your body was taking control over everything, your brain was melting, so you couldn’t stop. With eyes closed shut, you rubbed your clit faster, pressing down a bit harder in a way that made you gasp moans way too frequently. The first orgasm made your eyes roll to the back of her head and your legs clamped shut pretty hard while your whole body started to violently shake as the pleasure overtook all of your feelings.

You were in such overdrive that you barely processed the way your partner started to part your legs back open to tie them to each edge of the bed. You were so high that you didn’t protest when he did the same with your arms. You sighed in relief when he covered your eyes with a blindfold, making the world go dark so you could relax after that orgasm and rest a little. 

As soon as you heard the buzz of your vibrator, you choked on your own breath, only now realizing you were restrained - you couldn’t close your legs or cover your breasts, you were forced to lay there completely exposed for them to use. — No, no, please don’t, it’s too much — Your pleas were met with a dismissive scoff, followed by their weight lowering the mattress right between your legs. — I know you can take more than that — Their mocking tone made your body start to quiver, both in fear and in anticipation. 

However, fear overtook you with a flash when you felt them leaning over your body, their hand wrapping around your neck as they shoved the vibrator inside your pussy. The second orgasm hit you instantaneously. Trying to pull your arms and legs by instinct, you moaned their name loudly, so the pressure on your neck increased, making it hard to breathe.  — That sensitive, hm? Good, we are going to have a fun afternoon — Leaving the vibrator buzzing deep inside your pussy, they started to rub your clit exactly how you were doing before, but harder. Bringing tears to your eyes because you were soon spasming with pleasure once more, you could barely remember your name as a soft chuckle reached you from all that fog in your thoughts.  — If you can count to ten with me I’ll let you go before I get too rough, hm? Five? — Another chuckle followed because your only answer was a moan.

Tie me up into the boy's locker room. Spread legs, blindfold, tiny dress. My mouth is being forced to stay open by a ring, my wrists are restrained over the top of my head. I can barely move, I can't form words, I can't see. And then I hear their voices. The first guy who finds me gasp in surprise, the "Fuck!" making me jump because I know he's staring at me and I can't cover up - I try to close my legs even then. I listen while others gather around, my heart is racing, I'm still trying to close my legs or free my arms, I even try to ask them to help me! It's no use.

"We have a gift, guys!" I hear one of them saying, at the same time that I feel hands caressing my thigh. They decided, quickly as that, that they wouldn't help me, but use me. I try to speak again, I try to push them away, but I can barely move, all the effort to get my freedom just made me tired, I'm helpless. There is no way one of them will call for help before having their fun. I hear their laughs, starting to shake as their ideas were being shared, almost like they were making plans. "Let's try to make her cum before ripping those panties off", "I'm fucking her with the damn pantie on", "How many fingers can she take?", "We're going to stretch her together, it will be fun", "Let's make her our secret, if we let more people know, they will take her from us", "No fucking way, let's turn her into our bitch". 

When I start to feel someone rubbing my clit roughly over my pantie, I start to cry, the cloth hurting me before it could start to make me feel good. Unable to escape his touch, the stimulation was making my body warm up, that's when they decided to rip my dress and expose my breasts. "Stop crying, we could make this hurt, but we are going to make you cum a lot of times today. You should thank us" He pinched my nipples so hard that I gasped and almost screamed, continuing to cry when he started to massage my breast. Someone put their fingers in my mouth and started to toy with my tongue, making it hard to breathe, but at the same time, I felt someone's thumb running over my folds, checking how wet I was. For my shame, my juices were impossible to ignore, my panties were wet from it.

I had two hands massaging and cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples; fingers in my mouth; a hand caressing my hair, others my legs; at least two between them, torturing my clit and exploring my folds, from time to time pushing just a tip of two fingers inside me - still over the panties. I didn't want to feel good, but the stimulus was too much, there were guys praising me, others calling me names, some sounded inpatient; there were a lot of guys... And the prospect of being fucked by each one of them... Was amazing. Moaning against the fingers in my mouth, I came, squirming and panting since it never happened so fast.

"Such a slut, she came already!" I was so embarrassed by their laughs--in a single movement, someone pushed my panties aside and forced two fingers inside me. With a few strong movements, curling his fingers up, he made me cum again, making my body tremble everywhere and my eyes roll back. I was sensitive from the first orgasm, and he hit right on the spot, I just couldn't hold back. I was almost starting to relax from cumming too hard when I heard: "That looked intense, I bet she's a squirter"  And started to panic again when I heard them moving, some laughing, some screaming words of encouragement. Not only that, but I felt slaps on my thighs, hard grips all over my body, the rough pinching on my nipples still making me whimper. 

"Put something on her mouth, or she might scream this time" Before I could even try to protest, I was forced to take a dick in my mouth. Getting a good grip on my hair, the guy forced his whole cock in, making me gag once he hit my throat. He started to fuck my mouth without giving me time to adjust or breathe properly, but the worst part... The guy with his fingers buried inside me started to move them again - hard and fast - at the same time that he (or someone else?) started to rub my sensitive clit. I was feeling like I was going to lose my mind, my moans were being muttered by the dick in my mouth, saliva was dripping through my chin, my breasts were being tormented in the better way possible; my clit was so sensitive I couldn't help but cry from the overstimulation, the fingers inside my cunt were so rough my mind was melting. 

Tie me up, blindfolded, in front of the window so people passing by can see me. We don’t live in a big city anyway, so it’s not like everyone will see me, maybe no one does even! But I can’t know that for sure, I’m in display, naked, getting aroused by the thought of someone just standing there looking at my body. Do this again and again until I’m used to the routine. One day, I can hear a tap into the glass window, my heart will race, I’ll try to cover myself, but the restraints just wont let me. I don’t know for how long the person has been staring at me, and to my shame, I’m getting even more wet and they can see it. Or maybe it is you. With that in mind, that you could just be playing a game with me, I spread my legs a bit more, presenting you with the view of my wetness. What if it’s not you? I can feel my clit twitching for attention, the adrenaline running through my veins. 

If I call you, I know you will ignore, if I talk about it later, I’ll feel too embarrassed if I learn I was showing my wet holes to a stranger. This goes on for another day, until you move me closer to the window, so close that if the window was open, the stranger could even touch my body. And oh, I am craving his touch. After finding me soaking wet that day, you decide to leave a vibe inside me, sadly, you don’t turn it on, so the only thing I can do is try to move my hips in search of release. It’s not enough, and another day I spend on edge, the taps on the window indicating that my stranger came to see me again, but I’m still not sure if it is you just playing a game with me. And that made me feel comfortable exposed like that, thinking it’s just you admiring my body.

The next day, you decided to get things clear to me. Not by taking the blindfold off, no. You waited for the friendly (I decided) taps, and then you started to fuck me with the vibe. So now I’m sure: you’re in the house with me and there is at least one person watching me getting fucked by the toy. I can feel my face burning red, I try to cover myself once more, but I can’t stop moaning, you know just how I like to be fucked, how deep, how fast, when to stop so I don’t cum. And this time I’m fighting hard against my orgasm, I don’t want to cum in front of a stranger. The rush of being seen during such a vulnerable, and intense, moment give me a mix of pleasure and shame.