Boob Hole

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??