As Hank stepped out the front door of his house, he blinked
in surprise. Instead of his porch, the front door opened to reveal a long
hallway in another house. His momentum carried him out the door before he could
stop himself, but the moment he realized what was happening, he turned to try
and dash back into his home.
Hank turned back, quickly assessing his situation. He didn’t
see anyone approaching him, but he knew exactly who was behind this. He turned
back again to find his front door was now gone, replaced by a normal door as
would separate any two rooms in a house, rather than the house from the
outside.
He opened this new door, and found himself walking into a grand
foyer. As he did so, another naked man came in from another door on the
opposite wall. Both he and Hank blinked in surprise.
“You just leaving your house, too?” Hank asked.
The man nodded. “I fucking hate when she does this.”
“Tell me about it,” grumbled Hank. “She could at least warn
us ahead of time.” Both men shared a mutual shake of the head. Still, there was
nothing they could do about it. “What do you think we’re in for this time?”
The other man eyed him warily. “I hope it’s not a group
thing,” he said, with a tone that suggested that was something he’d experienced
before, and he still wasn’t sure how he felt about it.
“Yeah,” said Hank. He looked around, noting that where the
front entrance of the foyer should have been, there was instead only a solid
wall. To the other side, a twin set of stairs curved upwards to a second floor,
forming a natural archway to frame the large double doors that lead further
into the first floor.
The two men shared a glance. Then, without stepping any
closer to one another than was necessary, they started to walk towards the
double-doors, seeing as it was the most obvious path.
On their first step, however, the doors opened by
themselves, and in came Whitney, the woman who’d taken both men as lovers. She was dressed in a pure white dress and her blonde hair elegantly flowed past her shoudlers, topping
the look off with white high heels that clicked on the marble tiles of the floor.
Trailing after her were the sounds of laughter, chatter, the clink of glasses,
and the unmistakable moans of sexual pleasure.
Upon seeing Whitney, both men’s hips jerked and they let out
small gasps as their cocks immediately shot up to full erection, like soldiers
jumping to attention. Whitney smiled widely, her blue eyes sparkling with mirth
as she came towards them. With every step she took, the two men’s cocks
throbbed more intensely.
“Hi!” she said, chipper as ever. “I’m so glad you could make
it!”
Right, as if we had a
choice, or even knew there was something to make it to, muttered Hank in
his mind. Whitney winked at him, and he felt jolt of her power shoot through
his cock, lighting up every nerve in his organ with instant, intense pleasure.
Hank dropped to his knees, gasping as his cock jerked in an attempt to orgasm.
But no semen was forthcoming. As usual, Whitney would not allow him to cum
until she willed it.
The other man gulped nervously, but apparently kept his
thoughts under better control. Whitney continued to walk towards both men. They
were ten feet apart, to either side of the blond, and for a moment, neither man
could tell who she was going to go up to. But then, in her next step, she duplicated
herself. One moment, there was one of her, the next there were two, each copy
going to a different man.
Hank’s Whitney strode right up to him, her pussy level with
his face. She smiled down at him with amusement as he trembled. She could see
his mind fill with the craving to eat her out, wanting her to lift her skirt
and tuck his head between her legs. Instead of doing so, however, she flicked
her finger upwards, and he was hauled to his feet by an invisible force. He swayed
for a moment as his thoughts cleared, catching his breath from the intense
edging.
“Wh-wh-what’s going on this time?” said the other man, his
voice shaking. His Whitney gave him a hug and a kiss, which he tried to return;
her mere touch, however, was overwhelming, and he, too shuddered in intense
pleasure, his cock jerking as he tried to cum. Whitney giggled and let him go;
from the way the man sagged in place, it was clear he too was being held onto
his feet by her power more so than his own strength.
Hank managed to steady himself, and he looked at Whitney
warily. His cock was throbbing to the point of distraction just being this near
her, but he forced his thoughts to focus. “S-so what do you have planned this
time?” he asked, struggling not to stutter.
Whitney smiled. “I’m throwing a party! And I’m bringing all
my boys here to be the night’s entertainment!”
The other man, getting his breath back, said, “Wh-who’s the
party for?”
She chuckled. “All my Empowered!”
Both men suppressed an urge to groan. For the past few
years, the blonde girl(s) before them had been causing a bit of havoc across
the world as she went from country to country, taking various men and women as
her lovers. She was not some ordinary nymphomaniac with a lot of frequent flier
miles, though.
Whitney was possessed of seemingly omnipotent powers,
matched only by her insatiable libido. She would magically appear before the
people she fancied, seduce them with ridiculous ease, and then use her reality
warping powers to give them the greatest sexual experiences of several
lifetimes.
The men who pleased her the most, she continued to visit, or
in this case, bring to her when she was in the mood. The women who pleased her the
most, she not only revisited, but blessed them with incredible superhuman
powers of their own. Dozens of equally horny women all around the world now had
special abilities to engage in their own crazy sexcapades!
How the world at large wasn’t aware of the Empowered, Hank
could only guess, but eventually, the men and women Whitney played with had
found ways to contact one another. Gatherings like this party were starting to
become a regular thing. Hank had always avoided joining in before, but it
seemed there would be no dodging the invite this time.
Whitney smirked, reading his thoughts perfectly. “Oh, don’t
even act like you aren’t excited by all this.”
Hank swallowed nervously. Of course, the idea of being a
plaything at a party full of eager, sexy women tickled his libido fiercely, but
the reality of it was rather overwhelming. That was always the problem with
Whitney; to her, the idea of “limits” was just a suggestion to be ignored.
The omnipotent blond winked at him again, and another
powerful surge of pleasure shot through his cock. Her power suspended him in
mid air as he writhed and cried out in ecstasy. Pleasures no mortal was meant
to experience overwhelmed him, as she tweaked the sensitivity of his nerves to
overload his pleasure receptors.
The jolt lasted only a second, but the aftershocks of the
sensation had him shuddering for another minute afterwards. His balls ached
with an unbearable tension. Even though he’d jacked off several times the past
week, he now felt like he hadn’t cum in a year!
“Poor Hank,” said Whitney with a giggle, patting his cheek.
“Just relax and let yourself have fun. You’re here for the other girls’
entertainment. I won’t be wringing you out like I usually do. I think they’ll
be more your speed. So be a good boy for them, okay?”
Hank nodded, still breathing heavily, his cock throbbing so
hard he felt faint. He wanted to be a good boy. He wanted to be played with, no
matter how much it intimidated him. He wanted to cum his brains out all over
them. If he was a good boy, they’d let him cum. He wanted to so badly to please
them.
Whitney smiled and kissed him briefly on the lips. Hank
edged fiercely once more, and he writhed in mid-air. “Come out to the party
when you’re ready,” she said, and she gently set him on the ground. With that,
she walked out the door, her heels clicking on the floor, seemingly in time to
the throbbing of his cock.
As Hank lay gasping on the cool tiles of the floor, his
position let him see how the other man was fairing. He was whimpering and
shaking as his Whitney lightly ran her fingers along his shaft, whispering to
him. Her mere touch was holding the man right on the maddening edge of release,
without letting him go over. She whispered something Hank couldn’t hear, and
the man cried out, “Yes! Yes, please! Please!”
His Whitney giggled, and she walked out the door as well.
Unlike Hank, the other man was carried along with her, floating behind her
through the air. He was still twitching and moaning as he went, but he managed
to share a glance with Hank.
The two men shared an understanding. As much as they might
feel overwhelmed, as much as they might complain, there was no fighting this
lascivious Goddess. And in truth, they didn’t really want to. Both knew that if
given the choice between being her plaything forever, and never seeing her
again, they would ultimately choose the former. So Whitney felt no compunction
simply using them as she saw fit.
***
Hank took about twenty minutes to psyche himself up. His
cock was now “merely” rock hard, stubbornly pointing upwards no matter how much
he thought about baseball and old nuns. His balls ached for relief, and his
cock was on a mission to empty them!
Hank thought about trying to find a bathroom and jerk off
real quick to cool down, but he knew Whitney wouldn’t allow him such an easy
out. He tried to reach down and touch his cock, and found his fingers stopped
several inches away from it. He couldn’t touch himself at all.
Just to be sure, he rolled over onto his stomach, and found
his hips kept off the ground by an invisible force field. This was one of
Whitney’s little tricks to make sure he stayed horny: if he wanted to cum, he
was going to need a woman’s help. Which meant he was going to have to get to
his feet and go join the party beyond the doors.
Hank took a breath to compose himself, then stood. He felt
steady on his feet for now, the mind-numbing throbbing of his cock having faded
to a normal pulse. He looked to the door Whitney had floated the other man
through, and swallowed nervously. Now that he’d at least mentally cooled down a
bit outside Whitney’s sheer sexual presence, nervousness threatened to hold him
in place.
But eventually, the ache in his balls, and the knowledge
that he was getting fucked no matter what, won out. He took another breath and
walked to the door.
The double doors opened out into an equally grand ballroom,
which had been converted into something of an open sex dungeon. Well, “dungeon”
really wasn’t the right word. There were no racks or chains or cages of the
sort. Instead, several sets of couches and tables were set up, while at the far
end of the room, a long buffet table held snacks and drinks. This was not to
say there were no displays of wild sexual bondage; rather that all such
examples were performed not with equipment, but with supernatural powers.
At least a dozen naked men were floating in the air in
various positions, as if tied by invisible ropes. Two were spread eagle,
hovering two feet off the ground standing vertically. Two were hogtied and
floating six feet off the ground, as if their limbs were lashed behind them to
a vertical bar; their cocks pointed straight down for easy access. Six men were
bent and frozen in various positions, hovering inches from the ground in poses
that allowed one to sit on them like furniture. Two were laying ramrod
straight, facing straight up, with trays strategically placed on their chests
and thighs, keeping their cocks exposed. The trays held food and drinks, or
empty plates and cups, and the men hovered in slow figure eight patterns about
the room, making their goods available.
More disturbing, however, were the men who appeared fused
into the walls. It took Hank a second to realize it, but there had to be two
dozen men who were literally stuck partway in the walls of the room, as though
holes had been cut to the exact specifications of their bodies, before they
were fitted inside them. Some had chests exposed while limbs were behind the
walls, some had their limbs partly free while most of their torsos were sunk
in. Some had their faces exposed, others had the heads fully sunk in. All the
men, however, had their cocks on display. It was like some twisted take on a
glory hole display. However they were positioned, though, it was clear they
were completely stuck in place, unable to free themselves.
Several other men, like Hank, seemed to be unbound, and
these men were nervously chatting with, and being felt up by, Whitney’s other
guests: the Empowered.
There had to be at least thirty women, all clothed. Some
fully dressed in simple skirts and blouses, some barely in a bikini, others in
slinky dresses, one in a slutty school girl’s oufit, one in a form-fitting
business suit. Every woman held a drink in one hand, and a cock in the other.
Whether it was the exposed genitals of a man trapped in the wall, or of a man
they were using as a seat, or of the floating men bound in invisible racks, or
the free men attending to them, every woman had a cock to play with.
He also saw several versions of Whitney. One was adjusting
the position of a man in the wall, and he recognized the guy as the one he’d
seen in the foyer. As he watched, Whitney simply pushed him back, and he sank
into the solid wall like a ghost. Partway through, Whitney let go, and he was
stuck, only able to move when Whitney adjusted his limbs for him.
Hank had to imagine getting fused with solid wood and
drywall should have been lethal, but the man seemed perfectly fine, other than
the inescapable bondage. Whitney, of course, never hurt her lovers, outside of
blue-balling them like crazy, so Hank wasn’t worried for any of the men’s
safety. It was still sweat-inducingly bizarre to see.
Hank swallowed nervously and tried to collect himself. A few
women were glancing over at him, but he didn’t even know where to begin. He
noticed there was some wine being served at the buffet table, and he decided he
could use a drink to ease him into this situation.
He got two steps before something whipped out from the
corner of his vision, and he felt a soft, but strong hand firmly grip his cock.
He looked down and his eyes widened as he saw a hand attached to a long,
taffy-like rope extending off to the side of the room. A woman sitting on a
high-backed chair was attached to the rope at the shoulder; he realized the
“rope” was actually her arm.
The extended arm started pulling on him, gently but
insistently, reeling him in towards her. Hank decided to roll with it and let
himself be pulled in. The woman smiled at him as he came close enough for her
arm to return to a normal length. She was less dressed up than most of the
other women here, in only a crop top and very short shorts, and her dirty-blond
hair hung in a braid.
When he reached her, she gave his cock an affectionate
squeeze, and then stood up from the chair with a weird sort of unfurling
motion. For a moment, it was as if her body were made of putty, and she didn’t
so much as stand up, as straighten herself into a standing position. Hank’s
eyes widened as she straightened herself fully up against him, pressing her
crotch against his. As soon as she let go of his cock with her hand, he felt
something else wrap around his member as her arm came up to hug him. He drew in
a breath as he felt himself enveloped by warm, wet flesh, as if she had somehow
slid him into her pussy without either moving her shorts or positioning herself
to mount him.
He tried to look down and see what was happening, but her breasts,
already sizeable, seemed to grow even bigger, pressing against his chest and
blocking his view. Eyes wide, he looked into the woman’s face, and she gave him
the sweetest smile.
“Hi!” she said, her voice tinged with a slight Southern
accent. “You look new.”
Hank, for lack of a better place to put his hands, settled
his arms around her hips, as if they were about to slow dance. “Uh, I guess…
new to something like this, anyway…”
“Really? Never been to one of her parties?” Hank felt a sort
of rippling sensation around his cock, a rhythmic, downward squeezing that felt
very pleasant. He knew no human pussy could move that way. “Well, you’re in for
a treat!”
“Y-yeah,” said Hank. “S-so I’m Hank, uh, who are you?”
She giggled. “We don’t share real names, not unless we want
to meet up again later. You can call me Elas.” She winked at him. “Can you
guess why?”
He opened his mouth to speak, but instead let out a soft
moan. Hank felt her pussy squeeze and pull at his cock as if it were a strong
mouth. He could feel several squirming bumps caress his shaft in quick, precise
strokes. He clutched her to him, pushing his hips against her to drive his cock
deeper. He was on a hair trigger after being exposed to Whitney’s power; he was
already racing to the edge!
“Well?” she said with amusement. “Can you guess before you
cum?” She puckered her lips. Despite their faces being only inches apart,
rather than lean forward, she extended her lips like living taffy to whisper in
his ear. “I’ll ruin it if you don’t.”
Hank shuddered and gasped, already feeling the semen ready
to fire. He would shoot his load in seconds! He forced himself to get his
breathing under control, and more loudly than he intended, he choked out, “Y-you’re… elastic…!”
Her lips snapped back into place and she grinned wide. Hank
leaned into her, and she let his head rest on her shoulder. She pet his hair
and stood firm, her shifting pussy squeezing and stroking him faster, pushing
him to climax with record speed. Hank came with a shout, his whole body jerking
against her. She held him up with surprising strength as his legs gave out for
a moment, and he clutched her tightly, her body deforming slightly under his
strong grip.
Her pussy greedily sucked up every drop of cum, until he
could give no more. His body unclenched and he let out a huge sigh of relief.
Elas spun him in place and rolled him onto the high-backed chair, letting him
catch his breath.
“Wow,” he breathed, looking up at her a bit dazed. Despite
his powerful climax, his dick remained rock hard; it didn’t even feel sore,
like it usually did after such a powerful orgasm. His balls still ached a bit,
but not nearly as bad as before. “Thank you so much!”
Elas laughed. “We find it’s good to get the initial burst
out of the way,” she said, patting his head like a puppy dog. “Whitney likes to
wind you boys up a little too much at
the start. Any more, though you’ll have to earn.” She leaned forward, her
breasts looming into view. “Speaking of which, how do plan to repay me?”
Hank’s brow furrowed. He wasn’t sure what would best please
a shape shifter, and she had shifted so her skimpy clothes were back in place.
He wondered if she even was actually dressed, or if her outfit was formed with
her power.
Deciding to go with the most blatant choice, he reached up
and grasped her breasts. Elas blinked in surprise, looking down at him, then
back at his face as if incredulous. He grinned back. “They’re too lovely. I
couldn’t resist.”
Elas smiled. “Well played.” And then, her top shifted itself
to pop open and slide out from beneath his palms, baring herself to his touch.
He went with it, and gave her sizeable bossom a soft squeeze, then started
caressing them. Rubbing them from the sides to the front, following the curve,
catching her nipples between each thumb and forefinger. He gave the stiffening
nipples a pinch, and Elas sucked in a breath. Hank leaned down and sucked the
left nipple into his mouth, playing it with his tongue, as he continued to rub
her right breast.
Elas shivered with pleasure, her breasts almost seeming to
ripple and shift under his grip. And then, as he switched his mouth to the
right nipple, she let out a gasp. Her arms wrapped around him, extending and
slithering until each arm almost fully wrapped his torso. She shifted forward
and sat on his knees, bending her spine to better fit to his body’s reach. She
shuddered as he suckled with expert skill, using the tricks he’d learned from
nights with Whitney.
He was pretty good with breastplay, but he felt Elas must
have done something to enhance her own nerves, because she was more reactive
than any other woman he’d suckled. He kept going, enthusiastically loving her
breasts with his oral massage as she bucked on his lap. The rest of her clothes
melted away completely and she slid herself forward to press fully against him.
He wrapped one arm around her lower back, ignoring the odd curving of her spine
as she contorted herself to let him feast upon her body with maximum
efficiency.
He broke away from her breasts to kiss and suckle and lick
upwards, reaching her neck and finding her erogenous zones. She whimpered, and
she pressed her sex against his, grinding her clit against the underside of his
cock. His own organ flexed under her attentions, but she moved for her pleasure
now. He switched from her neck to her breasts and back thrice, before she
reached her limit. He sucked hard on her left nipple and firmly pinched her right,
right as she ground herself hard against his cock. She threw her head back and
howled as she came against him. Warm wetness ran over his crotch as her pussy
practically gushed with the force of her climax.
Then, Hank eased his grip and leaned back, letting her lay
against him as she shivered in the aftershocks. She went limp for a moment; he
swore she actually started to melt against him. Before it could reach a level
of creepy, however, she composed herself, her body snapping back to normal
human proportions. She sat up in his lap and grinned. “Very nice. Better than I expected.”
Hank winced. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
She laughed. “I’ve never had a guy make me cum from breast
play before!”
He chuckled and looked down at his crotch, which was still
throbbing against her. “Well, not just
breast play, I think.”
She got off him and her form shifted, her fluids drying off
her thighs, and her skimpy clothes returning. “Well, I’m gunna go mingle a bit
more. You should do the same. I think the others will have lots of fun with you.” She winked and walked off.
Hank was a little stunned at how abruptly she left. Most
women he’d been with liked to cuddle; Whitney would have kept going on him, at
least. This made him feel like he’d been used like a sex toy and then tossed to
the side. Which, of course, he had. That was the entire purpose of parties like
these. The super powered women sampling the non-powered men like little sexual
candies.
Hank looked around the room, already seeing a few other
women eyeing him. He swallowed nervously, but his cock throbbed, anticipating
more!
***
As one of the new boys, he got a lot of attention. As soon
as he stood up from the chair, he was lifted into the air by an invisible
force, and pushed to the ground to kneel before a trio of women in skimpy
dresses. The blond woman in the middle was the one binding him, with
telekinetic power. They chuckled and cooed over him, and his cock twitched
excitedly under their gaze. They didn’t even bother with greetings or
introductions before making use of him.
The brunette woman leaned down and whispered something
strange in his ear, and his cock was suddenly feeling a dozen feathers stroking
up and down the shaft, tickling the head and balls. As he squirmed at their
feet, still under the telekinetic’s bondage power, the redhead of the trio
leaned down and traced her fingers over her chest. Her touch felt nearly
electric, sending a series of pleasurable little jolts and pin-pricks down his
chest, across his abs, and funneling into his cock. He very nearly ejaculated
right there, as the strange electric stimulation joined the feathers. But felt
something deep between his legs, a strange, but not unpleasant pressure, and
when he tried to cum, no semen came forth! The women laughed as he writhed and
gasped.
Then they took turns fucking him. The telekinetic blond made
him hover supine a few feet off the floor. Lifting their dresses, the redhead
and brunette mounted his cock and his face respectively. He saw stars as the
redhead took him inside, every nerve in his cock lighting up with electric
pleasure. Meanwhile, the moans of the brunette seemed to vibrate through his
mind, stimulating his brain to make him hornier and harder than humanly
possible, drowning his consciousness in senses-bending pleasure.
At some point, the girls switched off, the brunette mounting
his cock while the blond took his face. The redhead lay on the floor under him
and massaged his ass, sending her electric stimulation directly through his
skin to his prostate. His body jerked and spasmed under its telekinetic
binding, but no matter how much the three stimulated him, the cruel block
within him would not allow him to cum!
And then they switched off again, this time the blond
mounting his cock and the redhead his face. The blond used her power to make
his cock vibrate as she took him inside. Actually vibrate, as though it were a
living dildo! The redhead used her electric stimulation to guide his tongue
with precision clenches. The brunette, meanwhile, hummed a sensual tune that
rippled through his being, making him absolutely dizzy with inhuman arousal.
By the time they were done with him, they must have cum a
dozen times each! When they finally let him go, they left him sprawled out and
panting on the floor, his cock and balls absolutely aching with need, his body
exhausted. They giggled as they left him for dead without a word.
***
Just as Hank was starting to get to his feet again, a lithe
young woman with black hair in a pixie cut came up to him. Hank’s eyes widened
a bit as he took a second look at her; her most striking features were her cat-like
ears, eyes, and a tail. She was a classic catgirl, purring as she crawled over
him. She was already naked, and she looked at him hungrily. She sniffed him a
few times, then eyed his cock.
“W-wait…” he gasped as she leaned down towards his member.
She ignored him and gave him a single lick.
He erupted like a
geyser, firing his seed all over her! She yelped and froze up, eyes wide as he
sprayed her with his seed! He bucked and writhed, his orgasm technically ruined
since she stopped stimulating him immediately, but so intense he almost didn’t
care! The trio had made him too backed up!
When the fireworks were over, the catgirl glared down at
him. “Ew!” she said with a shudder. “Look at this mess!” She crawled over him
and glared directly into his eyes. The globs of semen plastered over her face
and chest didn’t make her look any less sexy, nor any less intimidating.
“How are you gunna make this up to me, huh?” she said. She
got to her feet, and with surprising strength, hauled Hank up off the floor.
Her tail curled around his cock and she strode forward. Despite feeling wiped
out, Hank couldn’t resist her, as her tail’s iron grip threatened to rip his
cock off if he didn’t follow her!
She led him to a couch, getting on her hands and knees upon
it. Her tail released his cock, then whipped around hips to push him forward.
He found himself sliding into her already moist pussy with no resistance. He
jumped and gave a small yelp. His cock was still rock-hard, of course, but
having just had a massive orgasm, his cock head was now too sensitive for further
stimulation!
The catgirl didn’t care, however, grunting as he entered
her. He curled up a bit over her ass, his legs shaking, his hands gripping her
hips hard. He tried to pull out, but she wouldn’t let him, her tail securing
him to her like a harness. “Fuck me,” she commanded in a near growl.
There was no resisting her. Her pussy was tight and hot
around his cock, almost painfully so. But she was slick, and his organ slid
within her very easily. He pulled back his hips again, trying to escape her
powerful womanhood and let his cock head desensitize a bit, but her tail pulled
him forward before he could fully leave her. “Now,” she hissed dangerously.
He obeyed. Even as the post-orgasm stimulation made his
whole body jump and jerk, making his efforts haphazard, he thrust into her,
doggie style. Immediately, she mewed with pleasure, rocking back to match his
thrusts. After a couple of minutes, his cock finally got used to the
stimulation, as the pleasure shifted back to a building orgasm. Her tight pussy
squeezed him mercilessly, seeming to try and milk him of more seed.
“Don’t you dare fucking cum,” the catgirl hissed between her
moans. “You’re paying… me back… for making you… already… so don’t you… dare fucking cum!”
He didn’t know how he could stop himself! He grit his teeth,
concentrated on how his muscles were burning from the exertion of trying to
fuck her fast and hard, after already being worked over by four women so
intensely. He was amazed his cock wasn’t killing him from so much use, but no
doubt Whitney was using her power to keep him from getting actually injured.
Still, he was reaching him limit! His cock clenched and he
let out a ragged gasp as he felt the semen crawling up his cock!
“Nooo!” the catgirl yowled. “Wait! WAIT! I-I-AAAAH!”
And then she came,
hard. Her pussy clamped down on his
cock with such strength, he was almost afraid she would crush it! The sudden
squeezing was well timed, however, as it halted his own ejaculation, pinching
off the flow of semen just before it could launch! The catgirl thrashed and
shrieked in her climax, and Hank had to hold onto her, lest she buck herself
off the couch and onto the floor. She shuddered under him, her whole body
tensing up as though her every muscle was linked to her pussy, like she was
feeling her orgasm right down to the tips of her fingers and toes! Hank felt
hot liquid gush around his crotch and he realized she was squirting, right
around his cock!
And then the moment passed, and with a great heaving sigh,
she finally released him, flopping face down on the couch cushions like a
ragdoll. Hank dropped to his knees, gasping, her fluids running down his legs,
his cock flexing with the whiplash of suddenly stopping the stimulation when he
was right on the edge.
“Heehee… got you back…” said the catgirl. She gave him a
sleepy, almost glassy-eyed look as she seemed to melt into the couch. She
looked more wiped out than him!
Hank tried to stand, wobbled on his feet, and sat right back
down on the floor. He leaned back against the couch, as the catgirl dozed off,
purring in her sudden sleep.
***
After only a minute, another woman came up to him. He didn’t
bother looking up, instead putting a hand up. “Just a minute… please, I need
to… to recuperate.”
He heard a familiar giggle, and looked up to see Whitney.
“You’re getting a lot of action, you lucky guy!” She sat down next to him, not
minding the catgirl on the couch. The catgirl curled her tail down over
Whitney’s shoulder. The omnipotent blond smiled and pet the tail, curling her
fingers around it and giving it a smooth, downward stroke. The catgirl shivered
and let out a little mew of pleasure, then purred louder.
Whitney continued to pet the tail as she spoke to Hank.
“Ready for more?” she said.
Hank gave her a helpless look. “I’m completely wrung out
already!” These women weren’t as overwhelming as Whitney herself, but they’d drained
him quite thoroughly. He already felt exhausted!
“Mmmwusssss,” purred the catgirl, snuggling deeper into the
couch cushions.
Whitney chuckled, then winked at him, and Hank felt himself
suddenly jolted fully awake. The fatigue was completely washed away. Even his
cock no longer ached from all the use! “Better?”
Hank let out a breath. He was grateful for the pick-me-up,
but it was a bit disorienting how Whitney did it, taking him from exhausted to fully
revved up, like clicking a light switch. He gave her a wary look. “Y-yeah.”
“Good!” She winked again, and Hank suddenly felt a deep ache
building in his balls. He jumped and tried to clutch at himself, but Whitney’s
power wouldn’t let him. “I just refilled your reservoir, and increased your
semen production by a factor of twenty. If you want it to stop, go satisfy more
of my girls.” With that, she vanished, reappearing at the far end of the room
to stroke some of the men stuck in the walls.
Hank felt flushed with need, despite his huge orgasms. He
looked to the catgirl. “You, uh, want another go?”
She rolled her eyes. “Pffft. I’m here for the sampler
platter, not a main course.” She glanced around the room for a moment, then her
eyes widened and her ears perked up as she noticed another man. Hank followed
his gaze and felt a pang of intimidation as a tall, strapping giant with a cock
that dwarfed his own walked through the crowd. Several women were heading
towards him, but the catgirl wasn’t about to be outdone. She tensed her body,
then sprang off the couch like some bestial huntress.
***
Hank took a breath and got to his feet. He winced as his
balls ached more than when he started! Whitney had definitely overdone it. He
tried not to limp as he headed towards the back end of the room, where a few
women in various dresses were chatting. They were hanging out near the wall;
two of the women, both in long dresses, were idly stroking the cocks of men
mounted in the walls. One of them had vibrating fingers. The other’s hand
glowed with a green light that shot little sparks of energy along the man’s
cock.
One girl, whose hair was actually a deep blue on closer
inspection, wore a similarly blue kimono. She kept glancing over at another
wall man, whose cock was incased in a blob of water that seemingly moved on its
own. The water bubble slid up and down on his organ like a liquid fleshlight.
A girl in a white blouse pink skirt was with them; extending
from her forehead were thin, but bright tendrils of glowing pink energy. Three
of these tendrils were reaching over, coiling around the cock of one of the
wall men and gliding over it, each moving at a different pace. It was as if the
three tendrils were each stroking him at a different speed, overlapping, but
somehow not interfering. Two more tendrils tickled over his chest, the tips
tweaking the nipples as they passed them.
Hank changed his mind. They all seemed occupied. He turned
and tried to see if any other women weren’t taken. Most were being serviced,
however. It was a bizarre sight, seeing so many specific, but wildly varying
abilities at play.
He recognized Elas, stretching her body to reach and fuck
one of the wall men, even as she jacked off two more several feet farther than
other women could reach. The trio who’d run him ragged before had split up and were
each trying to tricks on some of the floating men. He saw one guy writhing on
the ground, trying to clutch at the air in front of him; his cock jumped and
jerked, as though he were being sucked by an invisible, ghostly lover. Another
man was being held spread eagle, upside down, as a different telekinetic woman
stood in front him; the way she positioned him with her power, she sucked him
while he ate her out, in a vertical 69. One woman was twiddling her fingers
over a floating man’s cock while a sticky, gum-like substance wriggled and
danced over his organ. Another woman was sitting crosslegged on one man
positioned into a chair, while a free man kissed and sucked her toes; with
every kiss, his penis spasmed, as though just touching her was nearly making
him cum. There was even one woman, fully undressed, who was masturbating while
several men stared slack-jawed, their cocks beet-red with pressure; Hank found
it extremely difficult to look away, as the mere sight of the woman threatened
to overwhelm him. Only the severe ache in his balls made him look further.
He nearly whimpered as he walked on, the ache getting
deeper. The heavy weight of his swollen testicles made him wince as he walked,
and he stumbled forward. He only avoided hitting the ground because someone
caught him. He looked up to see a tall woman wearing only a black sling suit,
the straps barely containing her huge breasts. Her raven-black hair accentuated
her sharply defined features. She smiled at him, and he lost it. His body seemed
to move of its own volition, and he hugged the woman to him, pressing his lips
against hers, and thrusting his cock at her.
He met no resistance as the woman suddenly shifted into a
mass of pure blackness, and she poured out of his grip like smoke. “Wh-whuh?”
Hank said, blinking in surprise. For a moment, he saw the woman’s face flash
him a smile through the cloud of darkness. And then the blackness swallowed him
up.
***
He wasn’t sure where he was. All he knew was that he
couldn’t see, could barely hear, and it felt like multiple female bodies were
completely encasing his own. Legs and arms were curled around him, soft breasts
and lips pressed against him, hot wet pussies grinded against him. His cock was
being ridden by another tight pussy, not as crushing as the catgirl’s, but
sending a strange tingling through his cock.
He tried to cry out, but felt a pussy press itself against
his mouth. He whimpered, but the pussy on his face pressed insistently on his
lips. The pussy on his cock seemed to suck at him, until he wasn’t entirely
sure if the sensation was of a pussy or a mouth.
He went with it, licking with abandon, and trying to thrust
his hips as much as his womanly prison would allow. Female moans reverberated
around him, as though a dozen women were being pleasured in unison.
He reached his limit quicker than expected. In less than a
minute, his overcharged cock erupted again, shooting cum into his mysterious
dark lover. But she didn’t stop. None of the women enclosing him even shifted
position, they just kept rubbing and grinding. Post-orgasm torture made him
thrash and cry out once more, but the female motions didn’t slacken or cease. Soon
he was racing to the edge again!
The fleshy darkness made him cum again, and again, and
again, each burst seeming to unleash more semen from his cock than before! With
every orgasm, the mass of women seemed to vibrate and moan with their own
simultaneous release. And finally, the dark lovers drew one more soul-crushing
orgasm out of him.
Then the darkness lifted, and he lay sprawled on the floor,
feeling totally drained. By the time his vision adjusted, his dark lover was
gone. He tried to stand up again, but his muscles gave out. The woman’s shadowy
form had leeched every ounce of strength he had, even after Whitney’s recharge.
His vision swam and he blacked out.
***
He came awake as someone lightly slapped his cheeks. He
blinked several times as his vision took a moment to focus. “Wh-whu… what…
ugh…”
Elas was smiling down at him. Several other women were
looking down at him as well, but as he came to, they shuffled away, satisfied
that he was alright. Elas helped pull him to his feet and guided him over to a
chair. “Sorry about that,” she said. “Umbra forgets her own strength
sometimes.”
“Jesus,” he said. “It felt like… I was… getting my soul
sucked out!”
Elas laughed. “Nothing so dramatic. She just wrings it out
of you super hard.”
“I think I… I think I’m done…” Hank was still a bit breathless.
On the plus side, his balls had stopped aching. He hoped Whitney’s “semen
overproduction” trick really went away after that last round of sex.
Elas chewed her lip a bit. “Already? It’s only been a couple
hours.”
A couple hours? He already felt like it had been all night!
He gave her a helpless look. Elas chuckled. “I know, I know. It’s pretty
intense. Tell you what. I’ll go talk to Whitney about letting you go early,
okay? Just do me one small favor, will you?”
“Wh-what’s that?” asked Hank.
She grinned. “Give me your number. I want to pay you a visit
sometime.” Her boobs bounced a few times as if on their own. “And so do these
girls.”
Hank let out a shaky laugh, then told her his phone number
and e-mail. She nodded, and he noticed a strand of her hair coil itself to form
the numbers and letters of his details.
“Hey, what do you know?” she said. “Your area code is next
to mine!” She winked. “Okay, I’ll go tell Whitney.”
“No need,” said a voice. The two jumped as Whitney was
suddenly right next to them. She looked down at Hank. “You want to leave
already? Silly boy, you just got here!”
“Come on, Whit,” said Elas. “You gotta be gentle with the
new guys. First party, and he’s already gotten it from the Trio and Umbra.”
Whitney pouted, but nodded. “Okay, fine. I’ll let you go
early. But! Not right this instant. You spend one hour on the wall, okay? Then
you can go.”
Hank nervously glanced around to see the other men mounted
in the wall, unable to even move as the women played with their exposed cocks.
He noticed the other man who he’d seen in the foyer; another Whitney was
pulling him free, opening the spot. The man looked like he could barely stand,
his cock quivering with high tension, but he looked relieved to be freed.
“Just an hour?” said Hank, looking back up at his goddess.
“A real hour, not some weird time-trap hour?”
Whitney laughed. “Yes, silly, one real hour.” She paused,
then grinned. “Without cumming. I
think you’ve blown your load enough tonight.”
If that was all, he’d take it. Before he could even voice
his assent, he was suddenly teleported across the room to the other Whitney.
She smiled, grabbed him by his cock, and lifted him in the air as though his
whole body was made of Styrofoam. She moved him forward, and he felt only a
slight pressure as his body slid through the wall as if it were an illusion.
She positioned him so that his front from the torso down to the knees was
exposed, while his back and butt where in the wall. His arms and lower legs
were bent back, sunk fully in, and she tilted him back just enough so his head
was submerged as well. Then she let go, and he felt the wall solidify around
him. He was now trapped, perfectly snug, as if he’d been floated in place and
the wall built around him to perfectly match his body. He tried to wriggle, but
he was so pinned, he could only flex his muscles. Only his cock was fully free,
twitching away, merrily inviting every passing woman to play with him.
And play they did.
***
He quickly lost track of time as he felt numerous sensations
assail his cock. He was somehow able to breathe despite his head being fully
trapped in the wall, and he cried out as the many stimulations brought him to
the edge of orgasm again and again and again. Wicked hands, hungry mouths, soft
breasts, electrical jolts, slippery substances, maddening vibrations, dripping
pussies, and surreal effects he couldn’t even describe, all tried to coax him into
climax, but nothing availed. He heard feminine laughter through the walls as
his body shivered in its strange bonds, his cock jerking and clenching
helplessly, his balls swelling with all the cum he wasn’t allowed to release.
It may have really been only an hour, but it felt far longer
as they played with him relentlessly. He thought he was going to go mad; his
mind and body warred between the instinct for self-preservation and the
absolute, crushing need for more. He edged and edged and edged and edged and
edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and
edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and
edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and
edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and
edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and
edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and
edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and
edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and
edged and edged and edged and edged and edged and—
Suddenly, he was in his bed back home. He blinked and
gasped, as though jolting awake from a vivid dream. He sat upright, looking
around wildly. But everything was normal. He was naked, his body felt rested,
his cock and balls felt fine. The only sign that anything strange had happened
at all was a little Post-It note stuck to his bare chest.
“Text me later! XOXO,
Elas” A phone number and a big red lipstick mark followed.
Hank collapsed back onto his bed and tried to process the
whole experience. No man alive was meant to experience sex on the level Whitney
could bring. And she kept Empowering other women to have their own crazy
super-sex hi-jinx! Whitney herself was too much, did he really want to be on
call for more?
He glanced down at the note, and thought it over. Elas had
been nice, at least. She’d looked out for him a little bit. Despite the
freaking out of his rational forebrain, his instinctive hindbrain was fully
onboard. His cock swelled at the thought of doing it again with the elastic
lover.
He fished his phone out of his pants pocket, and sent the
number a text. She was probably still at the party; who knew when, or even if,
she’d text him back? He spent the rest of the day with his cock throbbing,
anticipating her response.
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