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It did not take long for Gaz to reach a second orgasm, albeit not as intense as the first. No squirting this time around. Still, her arching back and deep moan was enough to suggest it was still a powerful climax. Her muscles clamped down again, the walls of her pussy practically massaging my dick, but still, I refused to cum. Not yet. It had only been two minutes, if that. It didn't seem right to make something like this so short. I mean, she had gone through the trouble of cuffing me and everything.

My resolution, however, wasn't wanted. Gritting her teeth, Gaz gripped my waist with hands still trembling from her climax. "C'mon..." she half whined, half hissed. Weakly at first, but quickly gaining momentum, she began bouncing on my dick again. "No fair, John, it's no fair, you know it's not..."

At first, I wasn't sure what she was babbling about. Then it hit me. Fuck, of course! She wanted me to ejaculate inside her. Apparently her craving for semen didn't need to be satisfied orally alone. Perhaps, in fact, it could NOT be satisfied orally alone. Regardless, it was clear what she wanted.

Unfortunately, I couldn't just cum right away. Gaz had started getting into it again, tits nearly smacking her in the chin with each enthusiastic bounce on my lap. Her grip on me had tightened and she was determined to get what she needed. I had to hold out until her third orgasm. They say you should think about baseball, but honestly, I know fuck all about it. I tried playing a song in my head instead. That works...as long as it isn't obviously about sex. That probably wouldn't help.

Despite that, the moaning, slapping of skin on skin, and the hot sensation of Gaz's vaginal walls around my dick was becoming too much. My muscles were straining. Finally, I felt the clamping down occur again. With a groan of relief, I shot my load into her.

Instantly, Gaz's eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped open. "Oh...oh FUCK!" she squealed, body quivering. Again, I felt the gush of liquid as her orgasm hit her like a truck. Her mouth continued to move, but if she was making any sounds, they were so high in pitch that only a dog could hear them. Drained, I could only watch in stunned silence as she shook like she had sat on the third rail of a subway before slumping forward. Her head landed heavily on my chest, knocking the wind out of me a little.

"You...uh...you are welcome," I panted. Admittedly, the reaction had given me a slightly swollen ego. I temporarily forgot she was literally programmed for sex. Gaz said nothing in reply. "...Gaz? You okay?" Her silence was concerning. What if all that shaking was her blowing a fuse or something? Was she damaged? How the fuck was I going to get the keys? I did not want to "Gerald's Game" this shit.

"Zzz..."

I sighed in relief. She passed out. Again. If I wasn't handcuffed to the bedpost, I'd have stroked her hair. It was adorable. Not having much else to do at the moment, I decided to try and get comfortable and go to sleep myself. I wasn't sure if Gaz was finished and if she wasn't, I was going to need the rest.