GUUHHHHHHH!!! (Requires 6+ Orgasms)

O-oh shit... this isn't good....

The intense heat begins to drain down your body like a bottle. Normal temperatures return to your shoulders, and chest, and stomach, and thighs, and as it reaches the edge of your pussy.... this is gonna be bad!

"Annnd.... you're finished." The man says. H-he's- HE'S RIGHT!!

You barely get a chance to scream, before you're drained of the energy it would take to -- you cum. You cum hard, and all over. The man releases his grip on your boob, and leans in to flick the nipple over with his tongue. AHHHH!!!! HE'S N-NOT HELPING!!!

Your juices are flying everywhere. Some flecks are hitting people in the second row of seats!! Your jeans are absolutely soaked... a dark blue patch runs down the crotch and the interior of both thighs.... god....

Your eyelids are open as far as they can, and your jaw is tightly fixed open wide in a silent scream, as your blurry vision stares off at nothing in particular and your needy hips buck back and forward in the chair. He... he got you.... you're still-- AHHHH!!!

The man leans back from your tit and lets out a hearty laugh. "Well, it would seem you're not so special after all. Hmm.... you're not a whore, are you?"

Ngh-- this... it's too... you can't....

The second your orgasm at last subsides, you flop forward and off of the chair, landing face-first on the stage with your butt in the air. Your boobs press against the wood of the stage, and-- oh. Oh my. You're entirely out cold. The power of the orgasm is gone, but there's still a faint, trickling dribble running out of you and down your legs, widening the damp spot on your raised jeans. O-oh man. If you were awake right now.... you'd just.... Ngh! One final powerful squirt fires out from your rear end, and a shudder runs through your **** body, as your sleeping eyes at last fully close, and you're left wallowing in shame and embarrassment on the stage.

***

Attempts to wake you were unsuccessful, and you sure as hell aren't getting paid for acting like a whore in an amateur magic show, so they settle for tossing your limp, topless body out into a side alleyway, by the dumpster. Your jeans are entire shades darker across most of the material, and your body is covered in a sheen of sweat. It would be hours before you reawaken, to stumble shamefully back home for a shower and a new set of clothes. And it would be years before you forget just how good that felt.....