Third and fourth

The third is even easier than the second. The short break wasn’t nearly enough to cool down completely, and my pussy is extremely sensitive. I realize this will be a problem later on, when sensitivity will shift into irritation and ache, but for now, it just works to heat me up quickly.

I ride the same pole one more time, and it is only a matter of minutes before I can proudly scream “Three!” to the mirror.

I manage to continue riding my poor pussy, but it is certainly getting harder now. After three consecutive orgasms, she riots against further attention. My thighs and my hips become knackered by the constant riding they need to do to keep up the required thrust into my pussy, they are screaming for rest. I try to ignore them, but it gets harder and harder and it messes with creating arousal. I need all my determination to keep pumping, to use my little trick and transpose myself into a video, to take my defiant look at the mirror where my captor is hiding. The clock is mercilessly ticking away thirteen minutes before I finally manage to wrench my fourth from my knackered body. I don’t quietly discharge, I crash all-out on the tile floor as all my muscles suddenly fail me, clumsy enough for one last painful lash of the dildo as it plops out of me. I barely manage to mumble a “...four…”. I’m completely exhausted, I don’t even have the strength to crawl back to the mattress; instead I just fall asleep on the hard tiles of the floor.