Casting Couch

The hardest part was never actually doing it, it was always getting there. It was committing to putting yourself in a truly exposed position not knowing much about the other person except what they told you. Yes, this added to the thrill, but sitting outside of his apartment building in my car was always the part where I had to make the choice.

This time, like most others, I decided that the allure of cock was greater than any concerns I was dreaming up.

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Some guys ask you to knock, but many of them just leave the door unlocked and give instructions upon entry. The latter was today's situation.

Turning the door handle and stepping through the entryway, I was met with a somewhat familiar, yet unfamiliar scene that always put me in a heightened state or awareness. He had told me he would be sitting in the living room on the couch stroking himself. I was to strip down, make my way to him, get on my knees, and to service his cock. Anything after that would be entirely in his control. I was not to make eye contact, speak, or otherwise do anything that would disrupt his enjoyment.

Following his instructions, I dropped my clothing in a pile at the door and made my way towards what I assumed would have been the living room, based on the noises. His apartment could be considered "clean", though there certainly were improvements that could have been done, though I was hardly one to give any advice in that area.

Stepping into the room, I saw an older gentleman sitting on the couch with his back to me, watching some porn on the TV. I didn't really pay attention to what was happening in the video, but his cock told me he was having a good time and was ready for more.

I maneuvered around the couch and got on my knees between his legs, his girthy cock mere inches from my salivating mouth. I licked my lips in anticipation, but waited patiently for him to withdraw his hand so that I could resume the activity in the intended manner.

Slowly, he removed his hand from his cock and seeing it in person, the pictures had not done it justice. He had not lied though and while I usually did not go for men much older than I was, his piece was absolutely worth it. I reminded myself of this as my lips parted and my tongue came into contact with his engorged head. In one swift motion, I had engulfed his meat and had begun to service another stranger in their home.

Judging by his silence, he didn't seem to be much of a moaner, and he certainly had meant it when he told me that I would be doing all the work. As this was always the part I loved, I was happy to use my mouth for his pleasure. He had been very insistent that I agree to do as I was told, and upon acceptance he gave me a safeword and demanded that I come over and get my mouth on his cock immediately.

Not having said a word to me since I came in, I assumed he was enjoying himself and I may be in for a fucking before I left, but otherwise this didn't seem to be shaping up to anything too kinky. I hadn't really been paying attention to him, aside from the throbbing of his cock and enjoying the taste, but I felt him reposition and he put something around my neck, moments later I felt it lock into place and it became apparent that he had collared me.

I stopped for the briefest of moments and looked up to him. "This is your first, last, and only warning. Get your fucking worthless mouth back on my cock now." His tone was stern and his voice was low enough that it carried with it the threat that was unspoken. I didn't necessarily think he would actually hurt me, but I was breaking his rules and he would make certain that I was not rewarded for this. I immediately broke eye contact and whispered "I'm sorry, sir." before returning my mouth to his cock and resuming to jerk him off with my lips and tongue.

This continued for a few more minutes without any vocalization, aside from the moans and grunts coming from the porno he was playing. I had not dared look up in that time, but I had felt him clip something to the collar, presumably a leash, but I had not seen it and could only speculate at this point. It was confirmed a few moments later when I felt a soft, but stiff, jerk on the collar which broke my concentration and pulled his cock from my lips. I eagerly tried to regain my lost prize, but the slap that followed told me that I was supposed to stop when he did that.

I reeled from the pain on my cheek as I lay face down on his carpet floor with my ass prominently displayed, unsure of what was to come next. I heard another voice in the room and heard something being moved around, but being unwilling to invite more punishment from my host, I remained where I was and waited for direction.

It felt like a couple minutes before there was another tug on the leash. I maneuvered into a kneeling position so that I could potentially resume my activities, but it became obvious that something else was planned. "Alright Pig, get on the chair, on your back. Put your legs in the stirrups and show that bussy to my friend, he wants to really open you up. And of course you will continue to suck my cock. Don't say anything and look at either of us, it will only get you slapped. So be a good fuck toy and get into position so we can enjoy abusing your holes."

I was taken aback, initially, but I did as I was told and mounted the "chair". With a little help from the other man, my legs were placed in the stirrups, strapped into place, and I was entirely exposed. My legs were spread sufficiently apart that both my cock and ass were equally exposed, which seemed to be the idea. My head was strapped into place, which seemed counter productive until I felt it start to rotate my body until my legs were high in the air and my head was well below where it had been previously. I heard them lock the device in position and then I felt their hands on me.

At first I felt hands exploring my thighs, rubbing my legs all the way up to my ankles and then back down to my ass, which was grasped tightly, but this attention to detail was lost on me as my view was blocked and I was, once again, fed the beautiful cock from earlier. This time it was different because only my hands were free to guide him against my mouth, but he seemed far more eager to control the action and on a couple occasions he had taken my hands and secured them so that he could fuck my mouth.

The attention on my lower half had continued and I was now feeling a soft tongue invading my hole, a feeling that I always enjoyed but rarely felt. He has not touched my cock once, but seemed to be thoroughly enjoying my ass. I could hear that they were saying something back and forth, but I couldn't make out what it was, though I found out momentarily. My gravity shifted and I was, once again, deprived of the cock between my lips and the sensations from my bussy suddenly ended. I felt myself settle at a parallel state and within moments I was again filled with that cock I enjoyed so much and a new sensation had arrived between my legs, the cold sensation of lubricant against my hole.

His cock had again filled my mouth, though his angle of penetration was different and it felt more direct down my throat. He pushed deeper with each thrust and within a few thrusts he had hit my throat and I was happily deepthroating his member. As this happened, the cool feeling at my anus was replaced by a pressure that rapidly grew. I dared not look or interrupt the host's enjoyment, but the rough treatment against my rear was suddenly relieved as I was able to relax myself and I felt the object enter my hole and fill me completely.

If I had been able to gasp, I would have, but I am sure it just felt like a pleasurable sensation against the cock in my mouth. The object in me started to slide in and out and after a few thrusts I began to feel something slapping against my cheeks and I knew it was a cock inside me. To say this was a fantasy or a dream would give thought that this hadn't happened before, but instead this had happened quite a few times, but not many solo encounters have a cock in both holes at the same time. The pace picked up and very quickly I realized these men were coordinating their thrusts, something that really pushed me to the limit.

The sensations in my throat were starting to get to me as he got deeper and deeper when his friend plowed his cock into my ass. It was getting to the point where I was debating on whether I would need to tap out when suddenly, his cock was yanked from my ass. I continued to suck my host's cock, but the sudden absence of the other piece filling my hole was deeply missed, proving to me that there was no stopping and I wanted more.

I bucked with my hips a bit, as best I could against the restraints. I cannot say whether the request was received, but I felt a sharp crack and the sensation of pain against my ass moments later so I took that as a sign I was to stop immediately. Feeling hands on my cheeks again, this time spreading them apart, I felt more pressure at my hole. As with last time, I relaxed the slightest bit and felt it forced through my anus, though this time it seemed larger and its girth threatened to injure me.

I again thought to call out the safe word, but I realized with the host deep in my throat, and my hands clasped together with his, I didn't have any way to signal my surrender. Choosing to endure more of this, I embraced the engorged piece in my ass and continued to lick and suck the cock in my mouth. The object that had invaded me was withdrawn almost completely, its length was only felt on my end, but it seemed to be far greater than any cock I had ever felt or even seen before. It thundered back into me, causing me to recoil in pain, but without anywhere to escape I was simply relegated to moaning in pain against the cock filling my throat.

I heard laughter and some verbal exchange from the host and what sounded like "cum down his throat". I took this to indicate that this was almost over, which a part of me was grateful for, and the other part ached for more. The part that wanted this over was in control and I eagerly took to my oral activities with a newfound vigor, tearing my hands free so that I could massage his balls, stimulate his shaft better, and overall give this man the orgasm I owed him.

It wasn't long before he started bucking and I could feel his cock twitching in my mouth. My tongue rubbed hard against the tip and a few moments later he had buried his length in my throat and pumped his delicious protein shake down my throat. I licked and sucked to devour every drop as he slowly extracted his rapidly shrinking piece, hoping that the anal assault would subside and I could settle down to suck the other man to completion.

The host's cock flopped out of my mouth, leaving a trail of saliva on my face as he stepped back, but instead of relief or another cock, my mouth was filled with a flexible, almost gummy toy that filled my mouth, but kept it in an open state. I hadn't seen this kind of toy before, but it resembled some kind of sheathe that had a hole at the end, presumably to deposit cum into my throat. It was quite humiliating as the man at my ass continued to pound me with the oversized dildo that continued to stretch my hole more and more.

I couldn't speak, I couldn't get away, and once the toy was inserted into my mouth, my hands were strapped down to the contraption so that I was completely at their mercy. My eyes looked to my host, but I realized the plea for mercy at this point would likely fall on deaf ears and result in more punishment. Though, whether this was punishment for earlier, or just the plan all along, I could not say. Either way, a loose fitting hood was placed over my head, a large hole for my mouth let in light, but otherwise I was blind to the experience.

Several more thrusts were made with that enormous piece before I suddenly felt the void left behind as it was swiftly extracted from my aching hole. The immediate relief, if that is what it could be called, was extinguished by several loud cracks against my ass that echoed through the room. The pain shot through me, causing every nerve in my body to tense up for a brief second, before I relaxed just in time for a second, third, and fourth strike from this other man. I was whimpering at this point.

Feeling his breath next to my ear, I heard him whisper. "Now we get to see if you are a big boy, or just a worthless bitch." He backed away from my ear and then I felt something probing between my legs. I couldn't see through the mask, but whatever it was was slick with lube and was parting my cheeks by itself. Despite having the toy in my mouth, I tried desperately to call out the safe word, but whether it was understood and just ignored I couldn't tell.

Then I felt it, the pressure on my anus again, but this time it started low and was almost pulsing back and forth, pushing harder each time with a sort of soothing rhythm. The pressure was becoming more and more intense, to the point where I was squirming away as best I could. This attempt to get free was not ignored as I felt a hand grab my balls and squeeze. The voice spoke into my ear again "Stop moving you dumb bitch and do what you are here for." He didn't have much for nails, but the grip on me hit in such a way that I was truly worried about what he would do to me. I ceased my attempts to get away and did what I could to focus on relaxing myself to allow this monstrous piece inside me.

Just around this time I heard the audio from the porno hit a new high as I heard multiple men cumming, the sight of which would have been quite amazing, except that was the moment that I was invaded by this oversized monster of a dildo. The head was way too big for me to handle and feeling it break through and gain entry inside me caused me to cry out, though muffled, it was obvious to the men what was happening. Quickly, I felt the head pass into me, but the shaft was not much smaller and I was left feeling the agony of every porn star that had been subjected to a cock that was simply too large.

The motions of this beast of meat had continued to be rhythmic as it pushed in, pulled out, and then back in again. With the silencing of the porno, I could hear an underlying machine noise whirring with the motions of this impossible cock. My groans of pain only seemed to excite these men as I felt a cock touch the toy in my mouth. I did all I could to get a hold of myself, but the agony inflicted by this monster was too much to let me concentrate on anything else. I felt fingers grasping at the toy and it was tugged at slightly, causing me to gag a little, but the sudden absence of light meant it was now lined up with the hole in the hood.

My body wasn't getting used to this, but it was pretty clear to me that I wasn't in control at this point and this would end when they let it end. I could hear commotion in the room, though I couldn't concentrate long enough to hear what they were saying. A few seconds later I felt, and smelled, the presence of a man standing at my head, his cock touched the toy a couple times before I heard him groan and then I tasted his salty juices as he dumped his load into my mouth.

The anal abuse I was receiving made it difficult for me to concentrate enough on swallowing since the toy made it very difficult, but I made it work. In my mind I was immediately relieved as this would be the end of my treatment since both men had cum and the one thing I knew pretty well was that it took a while to happen, but the prize was worth it since there was hardly a second round. I continued to savor the taste as it dripped into my open mouth, waiting for the machine to wind down and remove the behemoth sized cock from my ass, but it never happened.

I felt the man leave and another came up to take his place, again shooting a load into my open mouth, this time he put his cock in a bit so that I could use my tongue to satisfy him more. This cum was different, I still savored the taste and experience, but this meant there was a third man here that I had not been aware of. As he was finishing shooting his load, another man approached and repeated the same thing. My mouth had become a cum dumpster, but how many would be using it was something I didn't know.

The pain in my anus was reaching a point I couldn't handle and it was beginning to show. I did my best to swallow every drop of cum as man after man stepped up, unloaded their precious seed into my open mouth, and retreated. I had lost count how many I had taken and was too focused on making sure I swallowed and didn't choke and humiliate myself further.

After what seemed like an eternity, the men stopped cumming and I heard the machine wind down and the enormous piece was removed from my swollen and raw hole. The hood stayed on, though the toy was removed from my mouth. I felt my gravity shift again as my head was elevated and my legs were unstrapped from the contraption as they were lowered. My hands were loosened up and I went to remove the strap from my head, but I heard a whisper in my ear "The hood stays on, bitch." In the state I was in, I couldn't fight back if I tried. I loosened the strap against my forehead and slowly lifted my head from the "chair" and made sure the hood came with me.

I was helped out of the contraption and lowered to my knees by a couple different men, though they seemed to face me a certain way in the end. As there was no way I was standing at this point, I did my best to maintain my posture, despite not knowing what was ahead of me. "How do you feel, bitch. This time if you don't answer it will be a problem."

The voice was that of the host, which didn't surprise me, but his question certainly seemed wasted, knowing what I just went through. "I feel okay, sir." I didn't know what to say. Do I explain that I don't think I can walk home, none-the-less drive? Do I explain that I feel taken advantage of and abused? Or maybe I tell him the truth, that I was desperately trying to hide, that this had been an incredible experience and the void left by his monstrous machine ached to be filled again.

"Hmmm..." He trailed off, presumably thinking something through, but quickly returned, "Your little bitch cock tells me you enjoyed yourself. Did this pathetic excuse for a fuck toy learn how to please real men today and like it?" I couldn't hear anyone else in the room, but I hadn't heard anyone else leave, so I assumed there were at least half a dozen men in the room with me.

"Yes sir, I did like it. I liked it a lot." I stuttered a bit, unsure of where this was going, but inside my head I was freaking out and telling myself to get out.

"Good bitch. We appreciate a good bitch around here and certainly make sure they are taken care of. My last bitch moved away a month ago and left me with a bunch of hard cocks to take care of, now that is going to be your job. And I do mean job." His voice carried not a hint of sarcasm, especially in how he emphasized that it would be my job. "You will be paid for your services, which will be very similar to what you experienced today. It may be easier, it may be harder, but the more you are willing to offer, the better it will be for you."

A thousand different things ran through my head, chief among them that I could have more opportunities for this kind of action, but also was that something I really wanted? My job...but I already had a job and there would be no way I could maintain my finances off of something like this. Who even were these men and what exactly as I had gotten myself into?

He spoke again before I had a chance to respond, "In front of you is your pay for this session. I won't tell you how many men you took care of, but I will say that this is maybe half of everyone you would be responsible for. You don't have to give an answer right now, but this opportunity might be offered to someone else while you are thinking it over and we don't want two bitches. So, if you want to think about it, you will be escorted out the door, given your clothes and pay, and then the hood removed once you no longer can see our faces. Otherwise you agree to it here and now."