In the back of some "adult" shops, there are private stalls with glory holes. I'm sure you've heard of them, but if not, it's a little hole that men can stick their dicks through; and then someone in the next stall can suck on it, or give it a hand-job, or maybe have sex, if it's not too awkward to maneuver that way.
I didn't know before today, but apparently, in the shop where I work, they get a little more "experimental" with their glory holes... And I've been selected to test out the newest installation.
From the outside, it just looks like two average bathroom stalls, in the basement of a porn shop. From the inside of the customer's stall, there are two holes, side-by-side. And the inside of my stall is a bit more complicated. First of all, the holes are to stick my boobs through. But I'm kind of short, so I have to stand on a crate to reach them. In addition to that, there are a several rings bolted to the wall running along either side of where I'll be standing. Rope will be laced through those (as part of a bondage harness) to hold me in place, ensuring I don't pull away from the wall, unexpectedly. The way I'll be tied, my arms will be behind my back, my legs together, and I'll be wearing a gag and a leather chastity belt that presses a remote-control bullet vibe against mt clit. No idea where the remote is, or who has it, though. I'm also given ear plugs, so I can't hear what's going on.
Once I'm all tied up, and can't hear, or see anything other than the wall in front of me, I wait for the first visitor. It seems like I'm waiting for quite a while. The anticipation and sheer dirtiness of it all makes me a little excited, but also nervous about what will be done to my poor exposed boobs. After a while, my mind begins to wander, and just as I start mentally listing off what I need to get at the grocery, later, I suddenly feel a hand grab my left breast, squeezing tightly. The hand is large, with rough skin that makes me shudder when a calloused thumb unexpectedly scrapes over my nipple. While that hand ruthlessly squeezes my left, and times pinches or flicks the harden tip; I feel feel a warm breeze on my right, and then immediately as much of it as possible is engulfed in a hot, wet mouth. I start to feel sucking, and a tongue slithering around my areola. Just as it starts dragging slow, long licks across the nipple; suddenly the vibe clicks on too, vibrating a low and steady pulse against my most sensitive part, and I gasp through the gag. The mouth comes off my nipple and the sudden shot of cold air makes it harden. Then the left and right are switched, with the one being sucked and licked and the other being fondled and pinched. By the time the mouth comes off my right nipple, I'm panting.
But then the vibe shuts off, and the rough hands vanish. And I'm left waiting, again.
When the next person comes, I feel something warm and wet poured on my chest, and then the hands spread it all over them. It feels smooth and slippery, and they spend extra attention rubbing it over my nipples, pouring on more and more until it is dripping off. And then the vibe starts up again, more powerful than before, and I resume panting. Then it feels like the person grabs the side of a boob in each hand and smooshes their head between them, rubbing their face left and right and up and down, vigorously. After a bit of that, they switch to bouncing the breasts in their hands and lightly slapping them together. When they are finished playing with my captive chest, they clean the slippery stuff off of my breasts, with a rough towel. Each time the scratchy surface runs over my nipples, I let out little moans around my gag.
Then I'm alone again, and the vibe goes down to the lowest setting, but doesn't switch off completely. While I wait, I amuse myself by attempting to rock my hips, to get more feeling from the vibe; but it doesn't work, the chastity belt is tight enough, that there's no wiggle room for the bullet. And the rest of the bondage is too tight to move much, anyway.
I let out a surprised gasp as something hot drips onto my right nipple, all of a sudden. There are no hands, but I feel something warm, next to my chest. The vibe switches to the medium setting, and I flinch with each hot new drop that splashes onto my breasts, and harden. Probably candle wax, I figure. After the top of my breasts become more wax than not, the dripping ceases. Then, he (or she?) peels off the wax, and I sigh with pleasure when the bits are pulled slowly of my nipples. Afterwards, I can feel a coarse rope being coiled around each breast, and secured tightly; the ropes being tugged upward, perhaps suspended from ring attached to the other side of the wall. Then, for a while, it's ice being touched to my nipples, causing me to shudder. Meanwhile, the continued assault of the vibrator has had me panting heavily for a while, but it isn't enough to orgasm. The pieces of ice are rubbed all over my chest, until they melt, cold water dripping off me. Next, the sadistic visitor begins patting my boobs lightly with something that feels like a small flat paddle. The gradually increases the force, until they are being spanked, slapping the left, and then the right, and repeat. Hitting the tops and the bottoms of them, and even the tips, causing me to let out muffled cries.
When his/her hand tires, the spanking stops, and my breasts are untied. Then the vibrator switches to full power and I gasp and writhe within my bonds, as I finally have an orgasm. But it doesn't switch off, and I'm left again to wait, as my clit becomes more and more over-stimulated. But another customer doesn't come today, and I'm eventually released and told my shift is over. Then they ask me if I'd like to help them test out their next experimental installation........ and I say yes.
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Months later, after I've already forgotten my promise, I'm informed that the next installation is ready; and led back down into the basement of the porn shop. This time, there are three stalls, with the one in the middle (my stall) being narrower than before. On left wall, is one large hole, where my butt sticks through. Then I lean forward and rest on a padded table, with more holes for my boobs to stick through, leaving them dangling out the bottom. In the right wall, there are holes for arms to fit through.
Again, I'm bound in place, gagged, and ear-plugged.
The first visitor comes to the right stall and reaches through to grope my boobs. Feeling their weight, tugging on the nipples, making them swing back and forth like pendulums, etc. Meanwhile, someone enters the left stall, as well, and starts pouring something slimy all over my butt and pussy, spearing it around, using fingers to make sure it bets between every fold of skin. Then the hand locates my clit and starts rubbing against it. But only for a little while, then he starts sliding fingers into my vagina, wiggling them around and making me squirm. Feeling my helpless body being toyed with by two separate people (who may not even be aware of each other) makes me extra excited, and my own juices quickly rush to join the slime being massaged into my hole. Then the customer removes his fingers and starts pushing something thicker into me. His penis, it must be. I gasp as it forces its way in and bumps against my cervix, then slides outward again. As he slowly moves in and out, his hands smear more goo onto my butt-cheeks, squeezing them and spreading them apart. Using some fingers to hold my butt-hole open as he pours in as much as it will hold. Then, while increasing the force with which he pounds into my pussy, I feel him also shoving something into that other well-lubed hole. I moan as the long, bumpy, mystery object slides into me. Eventually I orgasm and feel the customer pull out and blow his load on my butt.
As he cleans me up and leaves, I wonder how many more customers will come today...
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The end! Okay, so question: If you visited the Boob-Hole stall, what would you do to the boobs??
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Friday, March 1, 2013
How I imagined my first time might go
One day I was asked how I thought my first time would go.
I couldn't reply. haha
But... uh... then I wrote this???:
I came over to watch anime. Made myself comfortable on his couch. And while I pull off my jacket to reveal my tight, low-cut top; he sits down also... leaving lots of space between us, as he did the previous time I visited. Without saying anything, I scoot a little closer to him, and smile shyly. Then he also scoots closer, closing the gap. For a while we stay that way, staring ahead at the TV, and making light conversation, until he puts an arm over my shoulders, allowing me to inch a little closer and put my own arm over his waist.
Playfully, I try to tickle his side, but I fail to get the intended reaction, and he turns the tables, tickling me mercilessly, instead. After the giggles die away, I look up at him, and we make eye contact, and slowly, hesitantly, he brings his head down to kiss me. And as he starts to pull away, worrying that he shouldn't have, I return the kiss. And that leads to awkward makeouts, since I have very little actual kissing experience. Tongues apprehensively getting acquainted with one another. As we run our hands over each other, between kisses, I straddle his lap. Since I'm wearing a skirt, I can feel the growing bulge in his jeans, clearly through the thin material of my panties.
Slowly, I start unbuttoning his shirt, then he lifts mine up over my head. He doesn't make an attempt to remove the bra, perhaps wondering if I'll ask him to stop. I take the opportunity to pull his shirt open, and feel up his chest, running my fingers through the curly fuzz. We kiss some more, and I shock him momentarily, when I rub my thumbs over his nipples. His breath hitches and he blushes a bit, and I silently congratulate myself for making him have such a cute reaction. Then I feel his hands exploring my back, sliding down to grope my butt, under my skirt, but over the panties. I gasp when I feel fingers venturing between the cheeks, lightly teasing sensitive areas. This time I blush, and he grins mischievously.
But his hands don't stay there, they slide down my bare legs, and back up my thighs and hips. His fingers trail slowly up my sides, and before I know what is happening, he is pulling down the front of my bra, exposing my breasts. He has a look like he might apologize, worrying that he did too much; but I lean forward, pressing my chest against his, while I reach behind my back to unfasten the bra and remove it. I kiss his neck and quietly tell him that my nipples are very sensitive, and that I'd like it if he would touch them.
I stand up then, to pull off my skirt; and when I bend forward to unfasten his belt, my boobs dangle temptingly in front of him. He can't resist and reaches up to grasp one in each hand, just squeezing gently and feeling the weight of them. When I have his belt off and pants open, he stands up also, to remove them. When we sit back down, we are wearing only our underwear and socks. This time I sit in his lap, with my back leaning against him, and grab his hands to place them on my chest, showing him the way I like to touch myself. Rubbing fingers gently over the nipples. The rough texture of his man hands makes the sensations more intense, than when I do it myself; and he quickly has me moaning. I reach down to rub my crotch through my panties, but he grabs my hand, so I can't. Instead, he has me turn around, so I'm straddling him again. This way I can grind myself against his throbbing bulge, while he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, to suck and tease it with his tongue.
I grip his cock, through the loose fabric of his boxers and press it against my clit, while I move my hips back and forth, and he soon starts panting along with me. I reach climax before he does, but I continue rubbing him, until he lets out a pleasured groan and makes a mess in his underpants. ;D When he goes to change out of the creamed pants, I assume we're done for the day, and start gathering up my clothes. I only got as far as putting my bra back on, when he returns and says that he was hoping we'd continue, after a short break.
Sitting on the couch, side-by-side again, we get on the topic of kinks and fetishes. After a bit of goading, I admit that I'm into bondage, exhibitionism, and some forms of sexy humiliation. He asked for an example, and I made up a scenario including all three: We go on a date to mall with a food court and movie theater. I wear a white cotton mini-dress, with no bra or panties underneath. Instead, my breasts are supported with some form of binding, that makes them stick out more than a bra would. And anal beads hidden in my ass. We get lunch first, during the busiest part of the day and I am instructed to go to the rest room, remove my dress, take a photo in the mirror, and send it to him with my cell phone. Then we go to watch the movie, and sit in the very back. And after the lights go out, he instructs me to pull down the front of my dress, so my bound tits are exposed; and pull up the bottom, so my crotch is also exposed, and leave them that way for a certain amount of time. He pulls out some straps from his pocket, and ties my wrists to the armrests of the seat, so I can't chicken out. After a few minutes, he starts teasing my nipples and clit, so I also have to worry about holding in my voice. If I can last the specified time frame, without moaning or asking to be released, he'll give me a reward, after the movie. If I can't, a punishment.
That was enough for his erection to return, and I didn't even get a chance to ask what HE was into.
I- uh... I'm gonna stop here, since that was enough for me to finish masturbating. haha
I couldn't reply. haha
But... uh... then I wrote this???:
I came over to watch anime. Made myself comfortable on his couch. And while I pull off my jacket to reveal my tight, low-cut top; he sits down also... leaving lots of space between us, as he did the previous time I visited. Without saying anything, I scoot a little closer to him, and smile shyly. Then he also scoots closer, closing the gap. For a while we stay that way, staring ahead at the TV, and making light conversation, until he puts an arm over my shoulders, allowing me to inch a little closer and put my own arm over his waist.
Playfully, I try to tickle his side, but I fail to get the intended reaction, and he turns the tables, tickling me mercilessly, instead. After the giggles die away, I look up at him, and we make eye contact, and slowly, hesitantly, he brings his head down to kiss me. And as he starts to pull away, worrying that he shouldn't have, I return the kiss. And that leads to awkward makeouts, since I have very little actual kissing experience. Tongues apprehensively getting acquainted with one another. As we run our hands over each other, between kisses, I straddle his lap. Since I'm wearing a skirt, I can feel the growing bulge in his jeans, clearly through the thin material of my panties.
Slowly, I start unbuttoning his shirt, then he lifts mine up over my head. He doesn't make an attempt to remove the bra, perhaps wondering if I'll ask him to stop. I take the opportunity to pull his shirt open, and feel up his chest, running my fingers through the curly fuzz. We kiss some more, and I shock him momentarily, when I rub my thumbs over his nipples. His breath hitches and he blushes a bit, and I silently congratulate myself for making him have such a cute reaction. Then I feel his hands exploring my back, sliding down to grope my butt, under my skirt, but over the panties. I gasp when I feel fingers venturing between the cheeks, lightly teasing sensitive areas. This time I blush, and he grins mischievously.
But his hands don't stay there, they slide down my bare legs, and back up my thighs and hips. His fingers trail slowly up my sides, and before I know what is happening, he is pulling down the front of my bra, exposing my breasts. He has a look like he might apologize, worrying that he did too much; but I lean forward, pressing my chest against his, while I reach behind my back to unfasten the bra and remove it. I kiss his neck and quietly tell him that my nipples are very sensitive, and that I'd like it if he would touch them.
I stand up then, to pull off my skirt; and when I bend forward to unfasten his belt, my boobs dangle temptingly in front of him. He can't resist and reaches up to grasp one in each hand, just squeezing gently and feeling the weight of them. When I have his belt off and pants open, he stands up also, to remove them. When we sit back down, we are wearing only our underwear and socks. This time I sit in his lap, with my back leaning against him, and grab his hands to place them on my chest, showing him the way I like to touch myself. Rubbing fingers gently over the nipples. The rough texture of his man hands makes the sensations more intense, than when I do it myself; and he quickly has me moaning. I reach down to rub my crotch through my panties, but he grabs my hand, so I can't. Instead, he has me turn around, so I'm straddling him again. This way I can grind myself against his throbbing bulge, while he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, to suck and tease it with his tongue.
I grip his cock, through the loose fabric of his boxers and press it against my clit, while I move my hips back and forth, and he soon starts panting along with me. I reach climax before he does, but I continue rubbing him, until he lets out a pleasured groan and makes a mess in his underpants. ;D When he goes to change out of the creamed pants, I assume we're done for the day, and start gathering up my clothes. I only got as far as putting my bra back on, when he returns and says that he was hoping we'd continue, after a short break.
Sitting on the couch, side-by-side again, we get on the topic of kinks and fetishes. After a bit of goading, I admit that I'm into bondage, exhibitionism, and some forms of sexy humiliation. He asked for an example, and I made up a scenario including all three: We go on a date to mall with a food court and movie theater. I wear a white cotton mini-dress, with no bra or panties underneath. Instead, my breasts are supported with some form of binding, that makes them stick out more than a bra would. And anal beads hidden in my ass. We get lunch first, during the busiest part of the day and I am instructed to go to the rest room, remove my dress, take a photo in the mirror, and send it to him with my cell phone. Then we go to watch the movie, and sit in the very back. And after the lights go out, he instructs me to pull down the front of my dress, so my bound tits are exposed; and pull up the bottom, so my crotch is also exposed, and leave them that way for a certain amount of time. He pulls out some straps from his pocket, and ties my wrists to the armrests of the seat, so I can't chicken out. After a few minutes, he starts teasing my nipples and clit, so I also have to worry about holding in my voice. If I can last the specified time frame, without moaning or asking to be released, he'll give me a reward, after the movie. If I can't, a punishment.
That was enough for his erection to return, and I didn't even get a chance to ask what HE was into.
I- uh... I'm gonna stop here, since that was enough for me to finish masturbating. haha
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