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This story commission was written for Sqrlwriter in February 2020! It contains multi-orgasmic F/Solo sexiness involving a consenting adult woman, and some unintentionally public lewdness.

Super Sensitive

As Sophia awoke to the sound of her phone's alarm clock chime, she let loose a soft groan of satisfaction immediately followed by a somewhat bashful, though giddy giggle. The mouse lay still for a moment, and recalled the prior night. She didn't remember going to sleep, and the fact that she was lying naked atop the covers very much suggested that yesterday evening had ended in the most wonderful of ways. After an absolutely incredible evening of self-indulgent masturbation, using not only some brand new toys but an extra special treat she'd bought herself from a new high end adult store in the city, she must have passed out from the pleasure.

Revelling in the sexiness of that fact, feeling so good about herself and about last night as she nibbled on her bottom lip and recalled some of the incredible orgasms that stood out from the general pleasurable haze that was her memory, Sophia almost wanted to roll over and fall back to sleep again. To see if maybe she could convert her delighted reverie about yesterday night into some dreams about even more of the same, or other wild and sex fuelled fantasies. Realistically though the mouse knew that her alarm had gone off for a reason. It had sounded because she had work this morning, and if she didn't get up soon then she'd end up either rushing or actively running late.

The mouse's legs shifted as she pulled herself upright, and as the outer lips of her nether regions ever so slightly brushed against the fabric of the bedding beneath her with that motion to rise into a sitting position, her eyes bulged. Her hands instinctively flew down between her legs, and even as she shrieked in mind-bendingly sudden and unexpected pleasure, the contact between her fingers and her outermost reaches as they pressed protectively up against her pussy's exterior flesh only made things a hundred times worse.

"O-ohh god!!"

Sophia squealed in shock and ecstasy all rolled into one, and promptly doubled over, grunting and squeaking, as she felt a hot rush of liquids gush out over her trembling fingertips and felt her pussy begin to spasm in the throes of an unplanned, un-asked for and utterly spontaneous orgasm. She shuddered, panted and moaned her way through that wholly unexpected peak, mind reeling with confusion, but only for a brief while. Once the pleasure passed and she sat perfectly still, frozen and unwilling to move a single muscle more until she figured out what the hell had provoked that response, it only took her a handful of seconds to actually figure it out.

"Ohh... oh n-no..."

The mouse's already reddened face burned hotter beneath her white fur, and carefully, trying her very hardest to move her upper body while keeping her legs and her loins in particular perfectly still, she reached over to the bedside table. Her hand pulled from its surface a small round plastic tub, and she drew it close to herself, eyes wide and breath ragged as she turned it over and began to read the instructions upon the back.

'Xtralove hyper-sensitising cream. Apply a pea-sized amount to desired areas of external genitalia; vagina, clitoris, anus, penis, testicles, nipples, cloaca, etc. For best results allow to remain in contact with flesh for five minutes before beginning any external stimulation. After desired result has been achieved, wash the applied areas with warm water and wipe clean with a wash-cloth to remove. Not for internal use. Do not allow to remain in contact with skin for more than six hours, or effects may intensify and persist for longer than intended. If sensitivity persists or impedes normal activities after usage, please call our 24 hour customer care helpline.'

Sophia squeaked bashfully once again. She'd passed out. She'd made herself cum so many times after using that cream on her pussy and clit that she'd passed out without going to wash it off. It had been seven PM when she'd lain down in bed and begun her marathon masturbation session the prior night, and she definitely recalled glancing at her phone to see how long she'd been going, while still fucking herself with a large dildo in her free hand, at close to eleven. That meant, assuming she'd passed out within an hour or so of that last time-check, the cream had been workings its magic on her for just over twelve hours in total, and thus for double the recommended maximum amount of time.

Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, Sophia pulled herself upright, determined that whether or not the effects would linger, she at least had to remove the cream before it remained in contact with her nether regions for even longer. She told herself that she was ready for the sensation this time, that she could handle the pleasure. The mouse absolutely could not handle it, and as with a single step her nether regions rubbed against their own flesh and the fur surrounding them just as they would for basically every moment of any normal day, Sophia shrieked and collapsed to her knees as hot fluids began to trickle down her thighs, then to drum dully but loudly against the bedroom's wooden floor as she gasped, moaned, and squirted hard in the throes of yet another unintended but all consumingly blissful climax.

"O-oohhgod, nnnh... yesss, ohh yesssss, a-ahh, aahhhhh!"

Unable to even think about pulling herself back upright in that moment, all the mouse could do was crawl to the bathroom, moaning all the while, gasping as with every scooting motion of her legs her inner thighs rubbed together, her pussy lips shifted ever so subtly against one another, and her clit was tormented gloriously by what in that moment felt like the biggest mistake of Sophia's entire life, the piercing which ran through its hood and kept itself in near constant, albeit delicate contact with the now hyper-sensitive nub itself. Crawling, shuffling out of her bedroom door and through the hallway, Sophia whined and squealed and shrieked as she just kept on cumming, one orgasm crashing into the next and the next again after that while the cream that had been adding sensitivity to her intimate reaches for the last dozen hours worked its magic and kept her not just hyper-receptive to the stimulation, but without the slightest need for a refractory period between the wild highs to which it was driving her.

"Fuck! Fuck! Yes!"

Sophia's arms gave out beneath her as she reached the bathroom door, and she slumped forward with her tail raised high and ass wiggling in the air, practically howling as her fingertips clawed at the linoleum just inside the bathroom while an even more potent and substantial torrent of ejaculate poured from her multi-orgasmic pussy, not just soaking the floor of the corridor but hitting the far wall of the apartment's hallway in its abundance and the wild, blissful fury of its release.

It took almost five minutes more for Sophia to end up in the shower, having gotten there on her hands in knees in two, but taking a further three to pull herself upright enough to turn the shower on, and grab its manoeuvrable head before collapsing to the base of the glass walled cubicle once more. An ear-splitting scream echoed within the bathroom as she guided the already active, water-spraying shower-head to her crotch, but though Sophia knew that she couldn't just let this happen, that she had to clean herself off so she could go to work and remain a functional member of the world who totally wasn't going to be thinking about using the cream again tonight all day, she couldn't help but linger there perhaps a little longer than she had to soaking her pussy in warm water before bringing the wash-cloth to bear upon it as instructed. For a brief while, a couple of minutes, she indulged in her mindlessly multi-orgasmic state. She let the water drum against her soft flesh and moaned, screamed, grunted and gasped without restraint as she kept on cumming, and cumming, and cumming ever more without pause for that entire duration. Even when she told herself that she'd indulged enough though, the wash-cloth didn't bring relief as promised, only more ecstasy. The mouse squealed and her thick, pink tail slapped against the tiled rear wall of the shower against which she was leaning as she brought the damp cloth into contact with her nether regions, and rubbed it firmly across the external flesh where she had applied the cream. It might well have come off immediately as the instructions suggested it would, but still the sensitivity continued, and thus with every stroke of the cloth against her pussy or god forbid in direct contact with her clit, Sophia found herself screaming, almost sobbing with the intensity of the pleasure, and soaking the already wet cloth not with hot water, but with abundant surges of her equally hot and slippery juices.

Once she'd wiped her crotch over not just one time but after five separate rinses of the cloth to ensure she'd gotten every last little speck of the cream's lingering influence, Sophia washed her crotch down with the shower-head one last time. Her toes curled, her eyes rolled back, and yet again she began to cum hard. Even through her ceaseless bliss though, the mouse told herself that it was just a matter of time now. She reminded herself that the tub containing the cream had said it might last longer than intended because of how long she'd had it applied, but now that it was removed surely its effects would start to diminish before long, if not instantly as intended.

Thus, Sophia started to try and get ready for work. She dried herself off, quaking, cumming, eventually giving up on drying her inner legs as any motion around or against them invariably made her soak their fur all over again. She crawled whimpering and gurgling in mindless bliss through to the kitchen, and knelt upon the floor as she ate a large bowl of cereal and downed three full glasses of orange juice, feeling rather dehydrated for obvious reasons. When it came time to return to her room and get dressed though, Sophia whimpered in relief as she felt waves of pleasure crashing over her with every motion, but if she moved slowly and carefully enough, she found herself able to make progress without actively cumming more than once or twice a minute. Progress, if not as much as she'd been hoping for.

The mouse dressed herself, but after three attempts to put panties on without immediately soaking them through the very second the cotton made direct contact with her pussy she simply opted for a knee-length skirt and decided to go commando.

She felt drunk as she left the house, not just drunk on pleasure but worried that people might actually think she'd been day drinking, or that she was still hung over from last night somehow. She could just about keep herself on her feet to walk, but her progress was unsteady and marked by pauses where she had to lean up against a wall and remain still either in order to keep from cumming, or to hold herself steady as she did so anyway. How her thighs weren't soaked, how her body either knew not to let her squirt as violently as she had been in the house or had timed its running out of ejaculate so perfectly to her leaving for work, Sophia didn't know. She was glad though, as while she stood at the bus-stop nearest her home and tried to pretend like she wasn't panty-less, light headed and constantly on the verge of orgasm from the feeling of the gentle morning breeze whipping up under her skirt and over her hyper-sensitive clit, the lack of ejaculations at least meant that the couple of times she did succumb to orgasm it was more or less disguise-able. All that she had to do was turn away from the others waiting close by, and simply focusing all her attentions on not crying out. The drumming of juices against the concrete beneath her feet or the glistening of liquid on the insides of her legs would have made it impossible to hide, but now it was only almost impossible, and that hope was something which Sophia clung to with all her might.

Once upon the bus though, Sophia realised yet another flaw in her plan to try and avoid stimulation throughout the day until the sensitivity between her legs could fully abate. She sat down, and as soon as the bus' engine rumbled into life and set the whole seat beneath her shuddering, the mouse was lost. For almost every moment of the twenty minute bus ride from her apartment to the office where she worked as a receptionist, she was consumed by near constant orgasm once again. She swayed and shivered and tried everything in her power to keep herself from making a single sound or otherwise betraying her bliss, but still with some of the facial expressions she could see herself pulling in the bus window and the crimson flush not only beneath her white fur but all across her pink ears she had no doubt that a substantial number of the people around her were probably wondering whether something was wrong, though she doubted that any one of them would have been able to guess the truth of her situation.

Stumbling off the vehicle still in the throes of her most recent orgasm, Sophia slowly made her way into the office building trying her hardest to walk in a way that seemed even remotely natural while at the same time trying to prevent even the slightest rubbing of her genitalia against itself. She cursed herself as about half way across the lobby she had to stop suddenly to avoid running into someone hurrying past across her path, and paused in a way that pressed her intimate piercing full on against her clit. Her pussy spasmed. Her legs shook, and she came a fraction of a moment away from collapsing to her knees and screaming as she began to cum yet again. By some miracle though she kept herself standing, and was even able to start staggering forwards towards the reception desk itself, not even heading to the break room first to drop off her purse in her urgent desperation to get somewhere that she could be still and thus freed from her own hyper-sensitive flesh.

She made it to the desk.

She smiled warmly at her co-workers as she took up her station and slipped her purse under the counter before her.

She glanced up at the clock hanging in the middle of the foyer, and sighed in relief as she realised that she was still a minute early. That she had made it on time, and therefore could no doubt face any other challenge this experience placed before her as the day went on.

A short while later the clock ticked over to nine AM on the dot, and as it did so Sophia heard a gentle hum from somewhere underneath the desk.

Her eyes widened. An audible whimper began to slip from her muzzle, only to be stifled at the last second. Sophia's fingertips gripped the desk in front of her, but she forced a polite smile as the red panda standing to her left gave her a curious, slightly concerned look.

The foyer of the office block could get pretty cold in the winter months, but thankfully they had a great heating system, and a portion of its ducts ran directly under the reception desk to keep the receptionists themselves warm and thus comfortable for their shifts spent primarily upon their feet. Unfortunately for Sophia though, that meant a warm, ever so cosy, pleasant breeze sweeping up between her legs and against her helpless, panty-less pussy. It meant she had no choice but to try and shift her position, to close her legs tighter, and squeeze them shut so that she wasn't being pleasured and tormented by that breeze all day long until finally the cream's effects wore off. And as she started to try and find a position she could stand in, shuffling, squirming, shifting her weight from foot to foot, that of course meant that the mouse began to cum again.

And then, again.

And again.

And again after that, and...

Sophia glanced up at the clock as near constant orgasmic pleasure rushed through her pussy once more, and no matter her co-workers' presence all around her, she squeaked in mingled bliss and dismay as she felt hot, slick liquids begin to trickle down the insides of her thighs anew... and watched the clock tick over to one minute past the hour.

By Jeeves

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