Amidst the overwhelming pleasure, I managed to stammer, "Hmm...?" The vibrations were relentless, reverberating through my entire body, amplifying the intensity of each climax. It was as if my very core was being shaken, my senses pushed to their limits.
The waves of pleasure surged through me, building upon one another until I felt like I was teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
After eight consecutive ejaculations, my body could scarcely endure any more. My cock strained, as if pleading for respite from the overwhelming stimulation.
The woman, who had been the source of this mind-bending pleasure, finally released her grip on my now stretched and throbbing cock.
She leaned in close, whispering seductively in my ear, her warm breath sending shivers down my spine.
"How does it feel to have all this pent up desire in my hand, the very hand that would have wiped it away with a tissue anyway?" she murmured suggestively, her voice laced with a mixture of satisfaction and playful mischief.
Unable to find the words to respond, I remained silent. The mixture of emotions coursing through me left me unable to engage in any meaningful exchange. The pleasure had consumed me entirely, leaving me breathless and unable to process the situation fully.
Aside from the astonishment of releasing without being able to resist for more than a mere three seconds, the woman's hand had started to vibrate with a force that defied logic.
It wasn't just a gentle sensation, but rather an unbelievably ferocious vibration, as if it were lightly vibrating a mind-boggling 500 times per second.
The experience itself felt like an explosion of fireworks behind my closed eyelids as I was compelled to climax eight times consecutively.
Despite the overwhelming sensations, I knew I had to gather my wits and address the situation. A mix of skepticism and curiosity filled my mind as I gathered my thoughts.
"This feels like a scam," I managed to utter, my voice filled with skepticism. The absurdity of the vibrations and the realization that a human hand possessed the ability to vibrate at such an intensity defied all rationality. It stretched the boundaries of what was considered common sense.
"Yes, it is a scam so what are you going to do?" she responded calmly to the man's statement. As he watched in shock, a woman began pouring his semen into a glass bottle, stunning him into silence.
The man couldn't fathom how someone could be so shameless, performing such an act without any regard for social boundaries. He felt a mix of emotions, including disbelief and a sense of powerlessness. It was as if he had stumbled into a surreal situation filled with absurdity.
The woman, seemingly unfazed by the man's reaction, responded, "Now what are you going to do?" Her tone carried a hint of amusement, enjoying the man's confusion.
Perplexed by her question, the man stammered, "Huh? What's going on?" As he observed the woman intently, her true personality began to emerge before his eyes, revealing a disturbingly twisted and unstable nature.
'She's a fucking crazy psycho bitch,' he thought to himself, taking a deep breath to gather his thoughts. Despite the bizarre circumstances, he needed to maintain his composure and figure out his next move.
Taking a moment to regain his composure, he addressed the woman who continued to giggle unsettlingly. "A bet, you say... So, what are the stakes?" His voice wavered slightly as he attempted to make sense of the situation.
The woman paused, seemingly lost in thought, then replied, "Ah, yes, you're right. I almost forgot. But before we discuss that, please wait a moment. There are certain things I must attend to." Her cryptic words heightened the tension in the room, further disconcerting the man.
As the man watched, filled with a sense of dread, the glass bottle filled with his poured semen began to emit a luminous glow. A sinister smile formed at the corner of the woman's mouth, deepening the man's unease.
"Yeah, just as I suspected," the woman said with an air of triumph. "Well, I can do it eight times in a row, but it's only natural."
Utterly confused, the man could only muster a bewildered response, "...What?"
The woman, reveling in the man's confusion, revealed the shocking truth. "The reason you came here, my dear, was for a very unique purpose. Congratulations, starting today, you have become a distributor."
The man struggled to process the suddenness of this revelation, his mind racing with questions and apprehension. "Yes? Suddenly?" he managed to utter, his voice tinged with a mixture of disbelief and uncertainty.
Drawing near, she grasped my hand in an unusual manner, her touch sending shivers down my spine. But it was her eyes, curving like crescent moons, that truly unnerved me. There was an otherworldly quality to her gaze, one that defied explanation. It was an unsettling sight, to say the least.
With an air of eerie confidence, she posed a question that jarred me to my core, "Would you consider becoming my child?" Her words hung in the air, dripping with an unsettling mix of desperation and anticipation.
She spoke of transforming me into something exceptionally cute and assumed the role of my mother, her choice of words assaulting my sensibilities. It was as if something was amiss, as if this proposition carried a hidden agenda.
In the face of this sudden and perplexing request, I couldn't help but question the woman's motives. Why would someone I had just encountered be so eager to assume the role of my mother? What lay behind this seemingly absurd bet?
For the better part of my life, I had lived without any knowledge of my birth mother. And now, out of nowhere, this stranger appeared, claiming to be the maternal figure that had long eluded me. It was a difficult concept to grasp, to accept without reservation.
Moreover, her merciless grip on my hand and the coarse language she employed made it challenging to envision her as any kind of nurturing mother figure. It was a contradiction that left me conflicted and hesitant to proceed.