You Need To Get Off On Some Forced Orgasms

Published early on our Previews page on Wednesday, July 24, 2024.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Sunday, August 4, 2024.

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One of my best girlfriends told me that she no longer has orgasms when she has sex with her husband. She still loves him, and their marriage is otherwise a happy one, so having an affair with another man is out of the question for her. When I asked if she talked to her husband about it, she told me that she didn't really want to get into it with him.

"I don't want to hurt him, so I just fake it, and then I get myself off later on," she said.

"I'm glad you're doing that, at least," I told her.

She was glad about that, too, but she still seemed unhappy about the situation.

"I know what you need," I told her. "You need to get off on some forced orgasms."

"Forced orgasms?" She asked inquisitively. "What are those?"

"They're orgasms that somebody forces from you when you can't stop them," I explained. "They're incredibly intense."

"Has anybody ever done that to you?" She asked.

"I have a friend with benefits who gets me off like that all the time," I laughed.

"You never told me about him," she replied. "How'd you meet him?"

"He and I went to the same college together," I told her.

"You guys dated?" She asked.

"No, we never dated," I answered. "He was just a friend with benefits."

"So he induced forced orgasms from you?" She asked.

"Not right away," I answered. "That came later. He seduced me with a foot massage, which got really kinky really fast. The second time that he gave me a foot massage, I found out that he has a foot fetish. All of a sudden when I was laying on my stomach, and he was massaging my feet, he started kissing and licking my soles. Then he lightly tickled them, and he sucked my toes. It felt amazing, so I just let him keep doing it! Have you ever had anybody worship your feet before?"

"No, but I do love getting foot massages," she answered. "My husband used to give them to me all the time, but then he stopped."

"That's too bad," I told her. "Why don't I have my friends with benefits give you a foot massage?

"That's very tempting, but I don't want to have an affair with another man," she reminded me.

"So I guess having him get you off is out of the question," I added with a laugh.

"Definitely!" She confirmed.

"Okay," I replied. "I have another idea, then."

"What's that?" She asked.

"How about I do the forced orgasm thing so that you can get your equilibrium back?" I suggested.

Giggling like a school girl, she answered, "I appreciate the offer, but I don't know if I can let you do that to me. I'm straight."

"No worries," I assured her.

To my surprise, she then asked, "But if I did let you, how would that work?"

"Kind of like this," I told her while pulling up a video on my iPhone to show her.

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"Wow!" She exclaimed. "That's actually kind of arousing."

"Just kind of?" I teased. "You have no idea until you try it."

"Who are those people anyway?" She asked about the video. "Are they friends of yours?"

"I have no idea who they are," I answered. "It's just a video that my friend sent me to show me what he wanted to do to me. I think he told me that he bought it on a porn site that he belongs to."

"Oh," she replied. "Well, I have to say that it's very interesting. I can't imagine being forced to cum like that. It looks pretty intense."

"It is," I told her. "If you gave it a try, I'm pretty sure that you'd love it."

"Okay, but how in the world did you find something like that?" She asked with intrigue.

"My friend with benefits knows a place that has them in a warehouse for porn shoots," I answered. "That's where I meet him when I feel like getting sexually ravished."

"You surprise me," she said with a grin.

"In a bad way, or in a good way?" I asked.

"In a good way," she answered. "I like this side of you."

"Good," I replied. "Then let me take you there to show it to you in person. It's the least that you can do. We don't have to do anything."

"I have to admit that I'm intrigued," she told me. "Maybe some day. I'll let you know."

"I'll even let you watch my friend get me off if you want to see what it's like," I told her.

"Really?" She asked. "You wouldn't mind having me watch?"

"Not at all," I told her. "I might even like it. Who knows?"

A few weeks went by before the subject came up again. By then, I had told my friend with benefits about my conversation with her. As you might imagine, he was all in on having her visit the warehouse to watch him get me off with forced orgasms.

Another few weeks went by again before my girlfriend and I talked about having her watch me get off with forced orgasms. I remember that day very well because she confessed to me that she'd been having lucid dreams about me getting her get off with multiple forced orgasms while my friend with benefits worshiped her feet.

For those of you who don't know, "In the psychology subfield of oneirology, a lucid dream is a type of dream wherein a person that is dreaming realizes that they are dreaming during their dream. The capacity to have lucid dreams is a trainable cognitive skill. During a lucid dream, the dreamer may gain some amount of volitional control over the dream characters, narrative, or environment, although this control of dream content is not the salient feature of lucid dreaming."

In other words, my girlfriend's lucid dreams evolved to the point that, instead of simply dreaming about watching me get off, she made a decision, and a commitment to be the one who was pleasured with multiple forced orgasms. When I updated my friend with benefits, he and I knew exactly what we were going to do to my girlfriend, and she knew what we were going to do to her.

When our schedules synced, and the warehouse was ours to use exclusively, I drove my girlfriend there where my friend with benefits greeted us, and guided us inside. It was in the middle of a workday, but the warehouse was rather dark inside because of blackout window treatments that enabled better lighting control during porn shoots.

Unlike the video that helps to illustrate this story, I blindfolded my girlfriend so that she couldn't know for sure who was doing what to her, and my friend and I strapped her onto the padded adjustable bondage chair to effectively immobilize her. Because this was the first time that she was helplessly restrained, we gave her simple safe words to use.

That way, if she wanted us to stop what we were doing, she'd say, "Red" to have us stop.

She could say, "yellow" if what we were doing was okay, or she wasn't sure, but she wanted us to cautiously continue.

If, on the other hand, we were doing something that she especially liked, she could say, "green" to let us know so that we could do more of the same.

Even though it's in my nature to be sexually attracted to men, there are times when I'm sexually attracted to women. This was one of those times. After all, seeing my adventurous girlfriend restrained completely naked, and blindfolded made me wet with the desire to give her pleasure, and make her cum over, and over again.

My friend with benefits was giddy with excitement because my girlfriend's feet are so delicious looking. Her wrinkly soft soles made me want to touch and tickle them, and her perfectly pedicured toes made me want to suck them. I did both later on, but I first I followed my friend's lead by kissing, licking, and lightly tickling my girlfriend's naked and bound body from her feet to her hands.

Not until both he and I started sucking her toes at the same time while I used a vibrator to stimulate her pussy and clit did she say, "green" for us to do more of the same.

"Oh my God!" She exclaimed. "Green, green, green! No red. No yellow. Just green all the way!"

My friend and I smiled at each other, and continued to suck her toes in unison while I vibrated her pussy, and clit.

At one point I moved moved away from her foot to concentrate on her pussy and clit. My friend continued to worship both of her feet, sometimes stretching his arms out to tickle both of her wrinkled soles at the same time. Then he'd go back and forth from one of her feet to her other one to suck her toes.

Within moments of inserting a small vibrator into her pussy to find her G-spot, and apply pressure to it while continuing to vibrate her clit, she began to have a series of multiple orgasms, each one more powerful than the next until she started squirting uncontrollably.

"Oh my God!" She exclaimed! "What are you doing to me?"

She didn't use any of the safe words, so I kept making her squirt.

Suddenly she blurted out, "Red! Oh my God! That's too much! Red! Please stop! Red!"

I stopped, but her squirting took a few moments to subside.

"Are you okay?" I asked while my friend continued to suck her toes.

"I'm okay," she told me, "but that was intense! Sorry I had to make you stop, but I couldn't take any more!"

"I get it," I told her. "Been there, done that. I'm glad you're okay."

"I'm more than okay," she assured me. "It's just that it got way too much for me."

When I touched her clit with my lips, and I started to give her head, she moaned with pleasure.

"Ohhh, I like that," she told me. "Green for sure."

I continued to give her head until she climaxed. Then I inserted the smaller vibrator into her pussy to find her G-spot again, at which point I applied pressure to it while I used to larger vibrator to stimulate her clit again.

"I can't believe how sensitive I am down there," she told me. "My mind's saying green, but my body's saying red."

"Is it too much?" I asked.

"Almost," she answered.

"Try to relax, and let your body enjoy the more intense pleasure," I suggested.

"Okay, I will," she replied. Then she added with a laugh, "I'm pretty sure the sole tickling, and the toe sucking put me over the top a few times. I know this is going to sound weird, but I think I like it more than getting off. I definitely have to do this again!"

I made her squirt a few more times before we released her. Then my friend gave her a hug, and I drove her back to her place.

On the way back when I asked her if she wanted to do the same thing again, she let me know that she did.

"I don't know what I should say to my husband, though," she said.

"You don't need to say anything to him," I told her.

"Maybe I won't," she replied. "Actually," she added, "I'm pretty sure that I won't. I can't. I don't want to open up that can of worms."

I agreed with her that it was probably best not to say anything to him. As far as I know, she hasn't.