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"I like to feel a nice slippery wet cunt round my cock after it's destroyed an asshole. It's a bonus for it to be the cunt neighbouring that ass - it makes it more pleasurable for me."

He had to be tormenting me deliberately as well as showing his utterly selfish, sadistic side. Just using those words to remind me and hurt me more and more. He was slipping his cock deep into me and pressing up hard against my cervix. He was holding it right there to cause the pressure and that pressure was making me squeeze my cunt flesh around his cock. That pressure and my squeezing of my own vaginal muscles was accentuating how useless my ass was now. If I squeezed my vagina there was the hanging looseness of my ass. It was like all the internals of my ass might fall out and the indignity and degradation that involved.

Oh yes there is a beyond rock bottom alright. That hits when the orgasm has come and gone. That comes the other side of that orgasm, when I was on the way down from it. First the sexual euphoria where everything else is forgotten and nothing else matters. That sexual high that is so high that it feels like the best thing, the most beautiful thing in the world. And that is because it IS the best thing in the world, and this was the time that I embraced the hugeness of that cock inside my vaginal tunnel. This was when I embraced that delicious way that Cici fucked me.

If there was one thing that Cici did well it was fucking me. He did a number of things well - he did sadism well. I'd never really thought much beyond the normal about 'sadism'. But yeah, Cici did sadism very well. He was very accomplished. But he fucked in that delicious way as well.

"That's right you dirty slut. You KNOW that you haven't been living your best life until now."

Even his voice turned me on. It was like his voice and his cock worked in unison together to bring me to that high.

"Let me cum, please Cici let me cum."

I was whispering, hissing back to him. When I was in this place nothing else mattered and his words 'your best life' made sense when he was building me to an orgasm. It was when I could forget about everything else. My last thought about 'everything else' was that it could wait, that I would deal with that as and when. And that it didn't matter, for now. And that was right because Cici gave me that orgasm.

Oh, did he give me that orgasm! And that was a strange way to think, that he was giving me the orgasm as though it was his to give. That showed the level that my mind had sunk to. That showed the dysfunctional state of my mind. But it didn't matter because I had this orgasm building and emerging and I was determined to suck as much from that as I could.

"Not straight away slut. I'm gonna let it build, and build until you beg for it, then you can have it all at once."

That was ok by me. He edged me and then brought me back from that edge time after time until I was breathless. I cannot describe that feeling - that intensity that was involved in being brought to the edge of a sexual abyss like that, time after time and then back again, away from it. It made me hold my breath and it made me desire Cici more than I could have imagined even before this nightmare episode.

I'd never experienced the build up to orgasm like this before and it was like a drug. Yes, that was what it was like exactly - like a drug that I wanted more and more of. The more he edged me, the more he shoved me over that edge to look into that abyss before dragging me back from it, the more I forget about the nightmare world I was in.

"Please, please Cici, let me cum, please let me cum, please please please."

I was begging like I'd never begged before. And when he did let me spill into orgasm it was like a trillion ton neutron bomb going off inside the core of my clitoris. It was like a delicious chain reaction - as though millions of mini orgasms had joined forces to create this ultra super orgasm. Except it was more than that. After all that edging there was this spill of pleasure that didn't peak. At least, it didn't peak immediately. It just came and then kept coming and I was holding my breath in this jerky stuttering way.

And I was more than aware of my eyes being open, wide open bulging as I tried to deal with this amount of pleasure all at once. And that was it - trying to deal with an ever mounting, and ever coming tsunami of pleasure that didn't know when or how to peak. It just kept coming. I couldn't respond much physically because I was still in that debilitating, degrading bondage. All I could get out of it was what Cici gave me. And he was giving it all to me at once. That wave of pleasure just kept rolling through me and I was helpless to it.

And then it did peak. Oh, did it peak! I thought my clitoris and my nipples would explode or be launched into nano space. I whimpered through that orgasm peak because that was all I could do. Just when I didn't think this build up would end, it peaked and that peak was like reaching the top of the highest, steepest roller coaster ever, and then coming down the other side of it. I held my breath and I whimpered because that was all I could do.

I was aware of Cici shooting a second load into me as I peaked. And he was still shooting his second load when I began that descent from the most addictive orgasm I'd ever had. And that was is - that descent from orgasm. Usually this was when lovers lay in each other's arms, shared a cigarette, whatever and then maybe went to sleep.