Georgia - S01 E65

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Georgia - S01 E65

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 65

Not that I was worried if he had been going; he’s a man and he needs some satisfaction and he knows that I’m staying in Ibiza to have some fun and I was sure that he realised that meant sexual fun.



Anyway, the place started to fill up and I got my butt slapped a few times and my pussy invaded a few times; and I gave a couple of lap dances. I’m starting to enjoy those, and leaving my pussy juices on the front of the punter’s trousers. Some of the men definitely are married and I have a laugh when I think about their wives asking about the white stains.

The time for the show soon came around and the curtains closed. I went to the changing room and took the thong and my shoes off and then went onto the stage to where 2 other naked girls were.

I saw 3 sybians lined up and couldn’t wait to get one of those vibrating dildos inside me.



Then I got a bit of a surprise; from the ceiling down came 3 long, thick wooden poles. The end of each pole was tied to ropes going up to the ceiling and the poles, parallel to the stage, were directly above each sybian.

Two men called each of us in turn, over to a sybian and told us to mount it. The poles were then lowered a little more until they touched our shoulders. Then one of the men tied our wrists to the pole and continued wrapping the rope round our arms and the pole until I felt well and truly tied-up.

At that stage I imagined us being hauled up and down a bit so that the dildo on the sybian fucked us as it vibrated.

Then came the last, and very unexpected part. I was already on my knees but a man came to both my ankles in turn and tied a rope to it and tied the other end to the end of the pole. As he tightened the rope my legs went into the splits position.

I was left suspended with the dido part of the sybian just inside my hole.

I was starting to think that it wasn’t going to be as much fun as I thought when the man came behind me and put a ball gag on me.

That was how the 3 of us were left until Diego announced the start of the show and the curtains were opened.

Three sybians burst into life and my body twitched at the surprise.

As I suspected, something lowered and raised the pole and me with it. Sometimes I went right down onto the dildo and sometimes I was lowered a little further so that my body leant forwards and my clit pressed on the vibrating, up-turned scrubbing brush.

When that happened my arousal lever jumped in leaps and bounds.

I’m pretty sure that I was the first to orgasm but whoever; or whatever was controlling the height of the pole was oblivious to what I was doing.

The speed that I went up and down those 9 or 10 centimetres seemed to vary and I couldn’t work out a pattern as to when it went lower and I leant onto my clit.

My second orgasm arrived quite soon after the first; then the third; then the fourth. After that I wasn’t really able to count; they just kept cumming and cumming.

Just as I thought that I was about to pass out I was lowered down and left there for ages. If there had been a microphone in front of my mouth instead of a ball gag in it, the audience would have heard a loud grunt coming out of my mouth.

I was just starting to breath normally when up I went again and the whole cycle started again.

I think, but I’m not sure, that I went through that cycle 6 times before I was finally lowered to bottom out, the last time.

When I was able, I looked at the other 2 girls; both were still going up and down. And they kept going up and down for quite a while as well.

Fortunately for me, the sybian’s dildo was left vibrating at a slow speed and I was kept ‘simmering’ until the other 2 stopped moving.

Finally, the curtains closed and the men came and untied us.

Diego came onto the stage to check that we were okay and I asked him why I had stopped much sooner than the other 2 girls. I was told that it was because I was cumming so quickly and that I had reached the maximum number of orgasms allowed sooner than the other girls. I didn’t understand that and I forgot to ask him who was counting and how many the maximum was.

In a way I wasn’t that impressed with the show, but I was impressed with the sybian; I couldn’t wait until mine arrived.

I was the last to shower then I put just my strings only thong on and left the club. The bouncer that got me a taxi seemed a little surprised that I was wearing so little but I was getting used to wearing next to nothing and being out in public like that. Besides, it was the middle of the night.

The next morning, as I lay on my bed giving myself my first orgasm of the day, and remembering to shout ‘Priapus’, I decided that I was going to go to another beach that day.

For some strange reason I’d woken up early and felt quite lively. As I lay there with a busy right hand, I remembered hearing someone on a bus talking about a beach called Cala Conta. When I got up I got out the map that Pau had given me and found the beach, and how to get there.

I’d have to get the bus to San Antonio the either another bus or walk down to the harbour and get a boat there. After a quick breakfast in the café I packed my bag and set off to get a taxi to the bus station.

I’d decided to wear exactly the same as the previous day, a material-less thong under my net, half sarong and shoes. I’d got away with it the previous day and I was eager to try again. After all, I had my shoulder bag with me that I could hold in front of me and if things really got bad I could always wrap my towel around me.

As I got on the bus to San Antonio I chickened out and held my bag in front of my stomach and the bus driver took my ticket without even looking up at me. The bus was a completely different design to the ones that I’d been going to Salines on, it was more like a coach, and there was a big modesty board near the rear exit, so I couldn’t have fun flashing people as they got off.

Instead I sat on my own near a window and had to resort to turning the egg on. Fortunately the journey was only about half an hour and I was soon walking out of the San Antonio bus station.

By that time my confidence was back and I happily walked along the busy streets, passed the end of the town square and to where the boats leave from.