Zoey whined and moaned as her Master's cock pushed farther into her in unison with the thrust of the mechanical cock. She felt an overwhelming sensation of fullness and it felt frighteningly good. Her little body writhed under him and she cried out again. Obediently she pushed back, hissing as the mechanical toy nudged her cervix, so deep inside. The feel of Quentin's big hand toying with her breast forced yet another noise from her. It was too much. The pleasure, edged with pain, was intoxicating and she arched her back in pleasure. Each thrust of the thick shaft was now accompanied by a soft, lewd wet sound and she tensed, bearing down onto both the machine and her Master. He kept thrusting anyway, as she knew that he would and her hips bucked hard. Her body shook in orgasm scant seconds after he gave her freedom to cum.<br/><br/>It was so much sensation that once she started it did not seem to end. Zoey's eyes rolled up and another wave of pleasure washed over her. She was oblivious to everything but the slow, measured pace of the toy, Quentin's more erratic thrusts into her bottom and the feeling of his hand kneading her chest. It was a perfect storm of pleasure and she felt herself already cresting for a third time. It felt like an hour had already passed but she knew that it had only been minutes. Quentin was right. There was no way that she would last an hour. Still, her hips rocked back and she would squeal every time that the toy thudded into her, bottoming out. Wetness soaked the shaft pistoning her nethers and ran down her inner thighs but she was oblivious to it all. She was reduced to clinging tenaciously to both her sanity and consciousness as for the fourth time the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. With Quentin picking up the pace she was howling mindlessly and thrashing. She could no longer tell if it was to escape the pleasure or welcome it but through it all her grip on the table's edge only got tighter.<br/><br/>By the fifth orgasm, she was begging for mercy. She felt her whole body clench and the pleasure was coming so hard and fast that there was no chance to relax. She felt her muscles wavering already and her body shaking. She felt herself cramping and all she could do was surrender to another rush of pleasure. Between ragged cries of pleasure she begging for his mercy but she knew that he was probably enjoying watching her squirm immensely. Zoey felt the pleasure starting to build again. She had lost count of how many times that dual invasion of her body had sent her over the edge. She was bordering on delirious but still her hips rocked back and forth, not daring to decide for herself when she had enough.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>