The Box, Part One: Initiation
Locked down. With nothing to stare at but white walls and my own reflection. Something (or most likely someone) huge and hot was parting my labia (cunt lips, if you're so inclined) and starting to push. I try to push back, but I'm too restrained. This one is probably acutely aware of just what sort of punishment his phallus is capable of inflicting and is taking it nice and slow. I hate it. Seriously, would I have voluntarily gotten strapped into a box with my sex on display in a room full of horny men if I had not wanted to be used like a fuck doll? If I wasn't stretched to the max I might consider giving him a little squeeze to let him know it's all good, but that might slow him down even more.
Thankfully, someone roughly pushes into my mouth through the hole in front of it and all the way into my throat. I gag a little and that only seems to egg him on, starting up some spirited thrusting. God, I love this one. A little small, but boy does he know how to fuck a mouth. I give him a little teeth to test him, I'm guessing he's not into it by the way he shoves his thin cock all the way down my throat and holds it there for an uncomfortable amount of time. I gag a little bile out and quickly gasp for air, which this pervert only uses as lube for his ferocious face fucking. If he was any bigger, I might suffocate.
Skinny mouth man is using me so good that it doesn't matter that Gigantor back in my twat is only gently and timidly stretching me out. Perhaps he's afraid my tight cunt will make him pop too soon. Or maybe he's new, and is afraid of getting kicked out. In any case, between his size and skinny man's enthusiasm for my throat, I was getting really turned on and tingly. With gigantor's slow in and out putting what felt like a bit more with every stroke, I didn't even think he was all the way in yet. I hadn't yet felt balls on my ass or his hips up against my thighs. Tears streaming from my eyes and snot from my nose, I was glad they couldn't see my face, cause I was probably more suited for a horror flick at this point, but the fluids running down my face (actually up, as I was on my back with my head hanging off of the platform I was on) and squeezing out of my pussy only served to turn me on more. Dirty, sticky and worn is how I like to be. If only the fantasy tonsil G-spot from Deep Throat was real I would have come three times by now, but I had to rely on Mr. Slow and Steady back there for actual vaginal stimulation. Luckily he was starting to get into it and push harder and faster into and out of me. And finally he got it all inside, not only was he thick, but he was long enough to bottom out and give me a little jolt every time he hits the back wall. Fuck yea, I would scream if my mouth wasn't full. But my gasping, panting, guttural noises and vibrations drive Mr Skinny Dick over the edge. He thrusts three times hard into my toncils and holds there as he spasms and pumps his goo deep down my throat. I'm almost drowning in it, and with the big fella now pounding away at me, I'm driven over the cliff.
Straining at my bonds, my cum explodes inside, radiating out to my extremities and back again. Feeling my start to lose control, the man in my mouth decides for a quick exit after his come, leaving a trace of his dickdrool across my nostrils. Good thing too, I might have bitten it off. Gigantor might have started out gentle, but he was masterfully slamming away now, perhaps sensing my encouragement. His thrusts kept my cum around for way longer than usual, like he was hitting some kind of fleshy reset button, starting my peak all over again with each deep invasion. Fucking fuck, it was awesome. Without anything in the way now I was wailing like a wounded beast, shreiking my perverted joy to the universe. Gigantor must have gotten alift out of my rigid body straining againt its bounds coupled with the unearhyl noises I was emitting, as he started getting that ragged nonrhythm of someone about to lose it (but who maybe doesn't want to). His timing was pretty good though, as I was just about done with him as he shuddered to a halt, and pulled his rubber-encased and spent member from my box.
I pushed the button to signal that I wanted out, that I was done, one of the few things I could reach form my bound hands. It was the best thing I'd ever done, I was spent, shaking still from my exertions. From the absolute violation that I so craved and loved. Wow, this would have to be a regular thing for me. Nothing happened for awhile and I hung there, strapped falt on my back. I looked at my reflection in the mirror over (under?) the mouthhole. My God, why did I wear makeup today? I looked horrible. Sperm, spit, and various forms of mucous covered my face along with smeared makeup, as my numb lips hung loosely by my teeth. What was taking them so long?
A hand slid up my thigh. Finally, I thought, but at the top it just kept going, slipping one digit in my sopping, worn-out cunthole. It was a bit ticklish with my post-cum sensitivity, it wasn't like he (she? they? it?) was was finger fucking me just twirling it around my wetness. Then the tickling started for real as the dude (I could feel the whiskers buried his face in my crotch and started lapping up my juices. He either took my squirming for excitemnt, or just didn't care as his pace quickened. His finger that had been thoroughly wetted in my pussy was now pushing on my virgin backdoor, and what with all the moisture, didn't take long to slide deep inside.
Like so many woman before me, my first experience with anal sex was unexpectedly thrust upon me. When I signed up for this, I put down my limits, and for some reason anal hadn't even occurred to me. Or maybe, deep down inside, it had, and I secretly wanted to be forced to do it by some anonymous pervert. If I hadn't just come, his skillful tongue would have felt fabulous, swirling around my clit and dipping into my sensitive hole, he really had his technique down pat, but as it was the combination of the weird, unfamiliar, have-to-poop sensation of his finger deep in my bowels. Despite all the weird discomfort, I felt my excitement start to build again. I'd never felt anything like it before, as my comes had always been pure pleasure up to that point, but feeling oversensitive and not being able to do a damn thing about it was somehow getting me hot again. I was bucking violently at my restraints, straining with all my might to get away from it, and on he came, still tonguing away at my pussy and now jamming his finger (fingers?) in and out of my ass. I didn't feel anything like discomfort from back there any longer, and none of the way-too-sensitive sensation of my pussy, just his thrusting and filling hitting all sorts of spots I hadn't had stroked before.
