Ulysses and Sophia part 11
The friction of her sweat-slicked skin dragging against his, the relentless rotation of her hips, and the sheer visual overload of her dominance shattered Ulysses’s tenuous control. With a guttural groan that tore from his throat, his knees buckled. He slid down the wooden door, his body collapsing onto the plush pink wool rug as his cock throbbed violently inside the confines of the lion-print briefs.
Sophia didn’t stop. She followed him down, keeping the contact, her buttocks grinding against his ass in a maddening, relentless rhythm even as he curled into a fetal position on the floor. The stimulation was too much. His hips jerked uncontrollably, his balls drawing up tight as the orgasm ripped through him. It wasn't a quick release; it was a prolonged siege. For thirty agonizing seconds, wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him, his body twitching and spasming against the floor while she continued to rub her body against his, milking every last drop of sensation from his overstimulated nerve endings. He gasped for air, his fingers clawing at the rug, eyes rolling back as the intensity bordered on pain.
When the tremors finally subsided, leaving him a panting, sweaty mess on the floor, Sophia stood up. She loomed over him, her chest heaving slightly, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.
"Get up," she commanded, her voice cutting through the haze of his post-orgasmic stupor. "Bend over the desk again."
Ulysses scrambled to obey, his legs trembling so violently he could barely stand. He stumbled toward the heavy oak desk, positioning himself as he had before, chest pressed against the cool wood, ass presented submissively.
"I’ll be right back," Sophia said, turning toward the door. "I’m going to get something from the hair care department. Something excellent for massaging."
She left the room, leaving Ulysses alone in the silence of the office, the fluorescent lights humming overhead. He waited, his heart hammering against his ribs, the scent of their exertion heavy in the air.
Exactly three minutes and thirty seconds later—the same duration she had tormented him with her body—the door clicked open. Sophia swept back into the room, shutting and locking the door firmly behind her. In her hand, she held a bottle of green kiwi and olive oil hair oil, the liquid inside a vibrant, translucent green beneath the cap.
Ulysses shivered as she approached, the anticipation coiling tight in his stomach. Without a word, Sophia flipped the cap open. She tipped the bottle upside down directly over his lower back, squeezing a thick, heavy puddle of the green oil onto his skin. It was cold, shocking his system, and he gasped at the sudden temperature change against his heated flesh.
She set the bottle down and immediately went to work. Her hands, slick with the oil, began to spread the liquid across his back. The scent of artificial kiwi and rich olive oil filled the room. She worked the oil into his spine, her thumbs pressing deep into the vertebrae, kneading the tension in his muscles. Her fingers glided over his sides, digging into the sensitive skin there before moving down to the back of his thighs. She wasn't gentle; she scratched lightly with her manicured nails, dragging them over his skin, mixing the sting with the slippery friction of the massage.
When a particularly sharp scratch combined with a deep press into his shoulder blade made him whimper like a frightened puppy, Sophia giggled. The sound was light, almost musical, contrasting sharply with the roughness of her hands.
She massaged the oil in thoroughly, moving from his broad shoulders down to his neck, ensuring every inch of his upper body was coated and glistening. Just as she had done with the aloe vera gel, she didn't stop until the bottle was empty, her hands sliding effortlessly over his oiled skin. She briefly worked the residue onto his arms, legs, and feet, turning his limbs into slick, glossy instruments before pulling away.
"Wait there," she ordered, wiping her hands on a towel she retrieved from a shelf.
She left the room again. This time, the silence stretched for five minutes and thirty seconds. Ulysses remained bent over the desk, the oil cooling on his skin, making him shiver. He was exhausted, yet a treacherous spark of excitement lit up his nerves at the sound of the lock clicking once more.
Sophia entered, carrying a nondescript plastic bag that definitely didn't come from the hair care aisle. She set it on the desk next to Ulysses’s head and reached inside, pulling out three oval-shaped vibrators. They were attached by cords to rectangular controls featuring dials with multiple settings. The controls were color-coded: one lime green, one violet, and one magenta.
"These are gonna be your new best friends, honey!" Sophia announced, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight.
Ulysses watched, his breath hitching in trepidation and undeniable arousal, as she picked up the lime green vibrator. She brought it to her mouth, closing her lips around the smooth, oval surface. She sucked on it loudly, her tongue swirling around the plastic, wetting it thoroughly for a solid minute.
Still holding the bag in her other hand, she walked around behind him. She dropped the bag onto the floor and reached for his ass. With one hand, she pulled back his left butt cheek, exposing his tight hole. With the other, she aligned the slick vibrator and slid it inside him.
Ulysses gritted his teeth, letting out a jointed squeal as the foreign object stretched him. Sophia didn't give him time to adjust. Her finger flicked the dial on the lime green control to the first level. A low hum buzzed against his insides.
Five seconds later, she clicked it up. The vibration intensified. Ulysses’s hands gripped the edge of the desk until his knuckles turned white.
Five seconds later, another click. The hum grew louder, the sensation more demanding. She continued this methodical torture, increasing the intensity every five seconds, cycling through the six dials until the vibrator was blasting at full power.
"Miss Kalámia!" he shouted, his voice cracking as the vibrations rattled his very bones.
Sophia laughed, a dark, throaty sound. To increase his suffering, she didn't stop there. She slid two dry fingers into his ass alongside the vibrating device, stretching him further and manually pushing the vibrator deeper against his prostate.
Ulysses screamed, the sound high and desperate, bleating like a slaughter lamb. The dual stimulation—the mechanical fury and the cruel intrusion of her fingers—triggered an immediate, violent orgasm. His cock spurted again and his whole body seized up.
Ten seconds after the orgasm began to rip through him, Sophia reached for the second vibrator—the violet one. She brought it to her mouth, sucking on it for a minute and fifty seconds, her eyes locked on his trembling form. As his first orgasm finally tapered off, leaving him gasping for air, she pulled her fingers free and slid the second vibrator into his already occupied hole.
His screams got even louder, the two vibrators clashing inside him, creating a chaotic symphony of sensation. She repeated the process, starting the violet vibrator on low and ratcheting up the intensity every five seconds. Once it was on full blast, she shoved her dry fingers back in, forcing the devices against his most sensitive spots.
He orgasmed again, his vision blurring white. This one lasted fifty seconds, his body convulsing uncontrollably as he was forced to ride the waves of pleasure-pain.
When the spasms ceased, Sophia reached for the third and final vibrator—the magenta one. She sucked on it for a minute, coating it in saliva, before repeating the routine. She slid it in, joining the other two. Ulysses was beyond coherent thought, his mouth hanging open in a silent scream as she dialed up the intensity. Five seconds. Click. Five seconds. Click. She pushed them higher with her fingers, burying all three deep inside him.
He came a third time, a dry, shattering orgasm that lasted another fifty seconds, leaving him a broken, sweating ruin on the desk.
Finally, Sophia pulled the vibrators out, the sudden emptiness feeling almost as intense as the fullness. She gathered the cords in her hand and swung the three devices through the air like a lasso, the controls dangling and clacking together.
"That was so much fun," she mused, looking down at his dazed, exhausted face. "You were just like an instrument, Ulysses. I was playing you, finding all the different tunes."
Ulysses stared back at her, his eyes unfocused and glazed, the vibrations having rocked him to his very core, unable to process anything but the lingering echo of her dominance.
Sophia didn’t stop. She followed him down, keeping the contact, her buttocks grinding against his ass in a maddening, relentless rhythm even as he curled into a fetal position on the floor. The stimulation was too much. His hips jerked uncontrollably, his balls drawing up tight as the orgasm ripped through him. It wasn't a quick release; it was a prolonged siege. For thirty agonizing seconds, wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him, his body twitching and spasming against the floor while she continued to rub her body against his, milking every last drop of sensation from his overstimulated nerve endings. He gasped for air, his fingers clawing at the rug, eyes rolling back as the intensity bordered on pain.
When the tremors finally subsided, leaving him a panting, sweaty mess on the floor, Sophia stood up. She loomed over him, her chest heaving slightly, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.
"Get up," she commanded, her voice cutting through the haze of his post-orgasmic stupor. "Bend over the desk again."
Ulysses scrambled to obey, his legs trembling so violently he could barely stand. He stumbled toward the heavy oak desk, positioning himself as he had before, chest pressed against the cool wood, ass presented submissively.
"I’ll be right back," Sophia said, turning toward the door. "I’m going to get something from the hair care department. Something excellent for massaging."
She left the room, leaving Ulysses alone in the silence of the office, the fluorescent lights humming overhead. He waited, his heart hammering against his ribs, the scent of their exertion heavy in the air.
Exactly three minutes and thirty seconds later—the same duration she had tormented him with her body—the door clicked open. Sophia swept back into the room, shutting and locking the door firmly behind her. In her hand, she held a bottle of green kiwi and olive oil hair oil, the liquid inside a vibrant, translucent green beneath the cap.
Ulysses shivered as she approached, the anticipation coiling tight in his stomach. Without a word, Sophia flipped the cap open. She tipped the bottle upside down directly over his lower back, squeezing a thick, heavy puddle of the green oil onto his skin. It was cold, shocking his system, and he gasped at the sudden temperature change against his heated flesh.
She set the bottle down and immediately went to work. Her hands, slick with the oil, began to spread the liquid across his back. The scent of artificial kiwi and rich olive oil filled the room. She worked the oil into his spine, her thumbs pressing deep into the vertebrae, kneading the tension in his muscles. Her fingers glided over his sides, digging into the sensitive skin there before moving down to the back of his thighs. She wasn't gentle; she scratched lightly with her manicured nails, dragging them over his skin, mixing the sting with the slippery friction of the massage.
When a particularly sharp scratch combined with a deep press into his shoulder blade made him whimper like a frightened puppy, Sophia giggled. The sound was light, almost musical, contrasting sharply with the roughness of her hands.
She massaged the oil in thoroughly, moving from his broad shoulders down to his neck, ensuring every inch of his upper body was coated and glistening. Just as she had done with the aloe vera gel, she didn't stop until the bottle was empty, her hands sliding effortlessly over his oiled skin. She briefly worked the residue onto his arms, legs, and feet, turning his limbs into slick, glossy instruments before pulling away.
"Wait there," she ordered, wiping her hands on a towel she retrieved from a shelf.
She left the room again. This time, the silence stretched for five minutes and thirty seconds. Ulysses remained bent over the desk, the oil cooling on his skin, making him shiver. He was exhausted, yet a treacherous spark of excitement lit up his nerves at the sound of the lock clicking once more.
Sophia entered, carrying a nondescript plastic bag that definitely didn't come from the hair care aisle. She set it on the desk next to Ulysses’s head and reached inside, pulling out three oval-shaped vibrators. They were attached by cords to rectangular controls featuring dials with multiple settings. The controls were color-coded: one lime green, one violet, and one magenta.
"These are gonna be your new best friends, honey!" Sophia announced, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight.
Ulysses watched, his breath hitching in trepidation and undeniable arousal, as she picked up the lime green vibrator. She brought it to her mouth, closing her lips around the smooth, oval surface. She sucked on it loudly, her tongue swirling around the plastic, wetting it thoroughly for a solid minute.
Still holding the bag in her other hand, she walked around behind him. She dropped the bag onto the floor and reached for his ass. With one hand, she pulled back his left butt cheek, exposing his tight hole. With the other, she aligned the slick vibrator and slid it inside him.
Ulysses gritted his teeth, letting out a jointed squeal as the foreign object stretched him. Sophia didn't give him time to adjust. Her finger flicked the dial on the lime green control to the first level. A low hum buzzed against his insides.
Five seconds later, she clicked it up. The vibration intensified. Ulysses’s hands gripped the edge of the desk until his knuckles turned white.
Five seconds later, another click. The hum grew louder, the sensation more demanding. She continued this methodical torture, increasing the intensity every five seconds, cycling through the six dials until the vibrator was blasting at full power.
"Miss Kalámia!" he shouted, his voice cracking as the vibrations rattled his very bones.
Sophia laughed, a dark, throaty sound. To increase his suffering, she didn't stop there. She slid two dry fingers into his ass alongside the vibrating device, stretching him further and manually pushing the vibrator deeper against his prostate.
Ulysses screamed, the sound high and desperate, bleating like a slaughter lamb. The dual stimulation—the mechanical fury and the cruel intrusion of her fingers—triggered an immediate, violent orgasm. His cock spurted again and his whole body seized up.
Ten seconds after the orgasm began to rip through him, Sophia reached for the second vibrator—the violet one. She brought it to her mouth, sucking on it for a minute and fifty seconds, her eyes locked on his trembling form. As his first orgasm finally tapered off, leaving him gasping for air, she pulled her fingers free and slid the second vibrator into his already occupied hole.
His screams got even louder, the two vibrators clashing inside him, creating a chaotic symphony of sensation. She repeated the process, starting the violet vibrator on low and ratcheting up the intensity every five seconds. Once it was on full blast, she shoved her dry fingers back in, forcing the devices against his most sensitive spots.
He orgasmed again, his vision blurring white. This one lasted fifty seconds, his body convulsing uncontrollably as he was forced to ride the waves of pleasure-pain.
When the spasms ceased, Sophia reached for the third and final vibrator—the magenta one. She sucked on it for a minute, coating it in saliva, before repeating the routine. She slid it in, joining the other two. Ulysses was beyond coherent thought, his mouth hanging open in a silent scream as she dialed up the intensity. Five seconds. Click. Five seconds. Click. She pushed them higher with her fingers, burying all three deep inside him.
He came a third time, a dry, shattering orgasm that lasted another fifty seconds, leaving him a broken, sweating ruin on the desk.
Finally, Sophia pulled the vibrators out, the sudden emptiness feeling almost as intense as the fullness. She gathered the cords in her hand and swung the three devices through the air like a lasso, the controls dangling and clacking together.
"That was so much fun," she mused, looking down at his dazed, exhausted face. "You were just like an instrument, Ulysses. I was playing you, finding all the different tunes."
Ulysses stared back at her, his eyes unfocused and glazed, the vibrations having rocked him to his very core, unable to process anything but the lingering echo of her dominance.
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